A Shadows' Despair

I smiled, as I turned the key into the lock, and opened the door. The door to our new home.

"Wow, Rogue, this place is huge!" Sting commented, spinning around, his arms outstretched, bringing in the fairly new, fresh scents of the home.

"Not interested, I muttered back to the blonde DragonSlayer, and he shrugged, turning around and heading into another room. As I remained in what looked to be the living room.

"Rogue, come here!?" Look at this basement!!" It's huge!!" Sting yelled, and I sighed, following his voice to the base of the main floor.

"That is quite spacious, I must agree.."  I said, my voice staying quiet as always.

"Geez, Rogue, your no fun." Sting shot an annoyed glare at me before hurrying down the stairs, a small, pink creature following close behind, to which I presumed for it to be Frosche.

I sighed, finally deciding to follow Sting, and I made my way down the stairs.... Suddenly, something pulled back on my foot, and I was sent tumbling down the stairway, the back of my long, flowing robe having been ripped slightly in the process.

"Rogue!" Sting yelled, jumping back in surprise, seeing me awkwardly sitting at the bottom of the stairwell, my left leg perched on the safety bar at the sides.

"What'd you do now, trip?" You clumsy fool, Sting huffed, jokingly, as he jumped up over me, and went upstairs, leaving me alone. Frosche bounding off after Sting, and Lector, whom I hadn't seen yet.

A few minutes later, I had finally got my bearings and clumsily stood up, swaying, and I made my way up the stairs.

"Took ya long enough, Rogue." Sting snickered, once I had found him rummaging through the many boxes that we'd brought along with us for unpacking.

"Fro thinks so too!" Frosche cried, jumping up into the box Sting was rummaging through, giving him a slight surprise.

"See, even Frosche agrees with me!' Sting remarked, suddenly having a half-eaten chocolate bar in his mouth... Melted chocolate running down his neck.

"Sting, were on earth did you get that?.." I asked, flicking a loose clump of my hanging black hair out of my eyes.

"It was In my pocket, Sting assured, as he swallowed the reminents of it, strings of melted chocolate hanging from his mouth.

"Alright....." I sighed, though I was rather amused by my partners' strange antics.

"Suddenly, a strange object hit the back on my head, taking me by surprise.

"Hehehe...." I could here Sting snickering behind me, as I rubbed the back of my head, and turned around to face him.

"What was that?" I asked, jaaku  Tsuc