Fight for Glory↠NaLu

Chapter 2: Moving In

Natsu groaned as he heard his alarm blasting ear-piercing music from his phone. Onyx eyes barely squinted open to see the brightness of his phone practically blinding him. His hand rummaged to his nightstand, quickly shutting it off.

"Natsu...you better be back soon." Lisanna mumbled, her voice muffled partially from a pillow.

He leaned over and gently kissed her head. "I'm just goin' for a long run, don't worry." With that, he got up and stretched his muscles. He threw on a white shirt, white Nike socks and switched to black Nike shorts, then walked to the kitchen.

Early mornings was the first start every day, rising up no later than six a.m. Today, he was up at five so Lisanna wouldn't be as pissed since he'd get back earlier.

He rummaged through his fridge, distastefully glancing through to see nothing with enough protein. "Fuck, guess I'll settle for this again." Natsu muttered under his breath, grabbing out the eggs.

After grabbing a tall glass, he mindlessly started to break the eggs and pour them in. He stood by the kitchen sink and held the glass that had six raw eggs in it, raising it to his mouth.

His nose wrinkled at the slimy texture, quickly inhaling the gooey eggs down the hatch. Most mornings he'd be too lazy to cook anything, so it was the fastest way to get his "hearty breakfast", even if the taste disrupted his tastebuds.

After lacing up in his running shoes, he walked outside, swinging his arms a few times to loosen up. Following with a few stretches, he started a slow paced jog.

The cool, dark morning was mostly empty on the small streets, the musky buildings lightless. He took steady breaths, inhaling and exhaling the chilly air, chilling against his skin.

He loved morning runs; there wasn't too many people up at this hour, relentlessly peaceful with the occasional bird chirps and the steady sound of his feet against the ground.

After about five miles, he slowed down to stand in front of the boxing gym on the corner of the street, just near train tracks. He stared up at the rusty sign, the letters barely visible to read.

"Gildarts' boxing gym"

"Man, this ol' guys' gotta fix the outside." Natsu said, patting the outside of the gym. "I'll be back here tomorrow, sorry Boxie."

Yes, he named the gym "Boxie" on his own, since he always worked out almost everyday there. He's been working out for ten years here. So what's the harm of giving his favorite place a name?

Too bad Lisanna hated Boxie, to his distaste.

Natsu began running again, enjoying the silence of the peaceful morning. No annoying druggies on the side wanting to sell crack to him, no drunken guys his age asking for a fight because they knew he was a good fighter.

Everyone who went to Boxie knew his name.

Everyone knew he wanted to become the best, and he dominated every match he had every Friday night. Why Friday night? Because it's more money, and he's good enough to make a name for himself.

"And now, across from the challenger side, we have the one and only, the Master of Disaster, the Red Dragon...Natsu Dragneel!"

Every Friday night at the local boxing arena was packed with people. Girls flaunter over him, people always holler his name.

He wished that he was more known to the public. So far, his town was the only thing he had that was the advantage to having the home-court advantage.

His eye caught something out of the ordinary, making him come to a halt. It wasn't exactly weird, but it was a new small building, obviously from its cleanliness comparing to the other dirtied, musky small buildings.