Fell In love with the Dragon. (NaLu FanFic)

Chapter 12: Stupid Street Fights

Remember when I told you guys that I had a bad gut feeling about this street fight stuff?

   Yes, it really was that bad. I felt my tummy do a somersault when I entered the dark, creepy and frankly, terrible looking alley. Not to mention the incredibly rancid smell of sweat and men's piss. Seriously, it was like hell was located on this particular part of earth. There were profanities written in spray paint over the dark gray walls. Wow, so classy.

This was bad.

Really bad.

   I gulped as I followed Natsu turn left on the corner. I can already hear men screaming at each other and the crowd cheering for the probably super buff guys fighting. Oh no, I can just imagine it. When I turn left, one of the 'humanoid-but-not-so-humanoid-semi-incredible hulks' bumps into me and snarls and glares at me like there's no tomorrow and suddenly he chokes me and punches me until I faint and then he'll throw my poor dead body over the river! 

Good Lord, Lucy, get a grip!

   I inwardly kick myself to focus for my survival. If I had to go in the 'death lair' or so I call it, I had to make a plan for myself come out of this still breathing. I've still got so many years to live!

   I suddenly bump into Natsu's back. I whimpered as I rubbed my sore forehead. What the hell is his back made of? Steel-diamond-Graphene? My God, I think I'm gonna have a migraine because of this. Curse every great bodied men's consolidated posterior! 

   When I try to look up and give Natsu a witty insult about his back, I noticed something. There were a lot of people here. And when I say 'a lot' I really mean a lot. There were teenagers like us chattering around. Guys and girls. Though the girls were wearing outfits that were not so decent as to have them into a children's party... nah, I'll just bluntly say it. They were walking around wearing cheap string lingerie and bodies like those zombies you see on Walking Dead. 

Gave me the shivers.

   The boys were, as expected, all beefy and muscular. They had visible scars over their biceps and torsos and tatoos as thick as the female's facial make-up. Oh and did I mention some of them were suspiciously looking like those run-away criminals and big-boss mafias? 

I was so gonna die.

  "Lucy?" I heard Natsu whispering my name. "You ready?" He smirked at me. What is he up to?

  "What are you up to?" I blurt out what I'm thinking. What can I say? I speak out what I think.

  "This is gonna be so much fun." He grinned, grabbing my wrists and dragging me closer to where the fight was held. The people were screaming and chanting the fighter's names. If I can hear correctly, the had chorus-ed out 'Gray Beast' and 'Homicide Gajeel'. Well someone's been incredibly creative with the supposed MMA nicknames. (Chill, sarcasm.)  I sighed as Natsu pulled me nearer, making me suffocate through the diaphoretic crowd. God, I was really going to shower after this. All the more reason as to why I needed to get out of this alive.

   When I was finally getting a great view at the fight, I had just understood as to why I was getting the great view; I was already in front of the horde and within a 1 meter gap to the powerfully built, damped-with-perspiration, teenaged-aged men giving out 'awesome' wrestling moves to kill each other. How was I this unfortunate? Was I really destined for my grave right here, right now?

  "Lucy, look at them!" Natsu screamed so loud that I was shocked enough to have my heart beating as fast as lightning. "Homicide Gajeel! You rock!" He shouted louder this time, almost popping my ear drums. And I thought the crowd was already screaming so loud. I was so utterly mistaken.