Fight for Glory↠NaLu

Chapter 6: The First Words

"Ɯє мєєт тнє ρєσρℓє ωє'яє ѕυρρσѕє∂ тσ ωнєη тнє тιмє ιѕ נυѕт яιgнт." -Alyson Noel

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"Please leave a message after the beep."

"Hey Lisanna, I know we haven't said anything for over a day, you're probably pissed because I had a fight yesterday so maybe that's why you bailed again. Text or call me back. Yeah...love you."

Natsu mumbled the last two words with uncertainty, pressing the button to end his voicemail he left his girlfriend. He laid in his bed motionless, letting his arm fall onto the fluffy blankets on his mattress.

He sorely smiled, remembering every detail of last night's sweep. From all the extra hours he put into working out and studying his opponent, Natsu was already crowned the winner after a few easy rounds.

The brunette male sporadically stumbled on his feet after getting a blow right in his jawline.

Natsu smirked as he saw his opponent was off-balanced, having the upper hand. The brunette's hands were lazily protecting himself, clearly seeing a wide open gap to attack. He swiftly took the opportunity, perfect footwork smoothly flowing through with his uppercut, then another to the side of his ribs.

The young man stumbled back, tripping over his heels to fall onto the floor.

As the ten-seconds quickly passed by, the people all crammed in the small junk box arena started screaming more wildly than before.

The brunette tried to grasp the ride of the boxing post, but his body was too worn out. He slid back down, limply laying himself against it.

"-And the winner once again is no other than the Red Dragon, Natsu Dragneel~!" The announcer held his last name for a few long seconds, hearing the crowd burst with excitement and praise.

Natsu shook his hair from sticking to the front of his face and turned around to exit the boxing ring.

"You fucked that guy up! I'm proud of ya, boy," Gildarts shook his sweaty shoulder and handed him a towel. "You'll be ready for next week, no doubt."

"Thanks old fart, I appreciate you coachin' me." Natsu slickly replied, grinning as he made his way to the locker room.

Many people reached out to graze their hands on him, which he mostly ignored. The smell of cigarettes and beer overwhelmed his nostrils, the air hot and thick to breathe in.

"Ladies, back off, he's taken 'aight." Gray said behind him, waving off the fangirls that desperately asked for signatures, photos, and hugs.

Natsu pushed open the musty door to the greasy locker room and sat on a bench. He bit his gloves and ripped them off, following with the tape security wrapped around his fists.

"You completely wrecked that guy, Natsu." Gray laughed.

"He should've been expecting it." Natsu smirked back, wiping his upper body with the towel to soak up some of the sweat dripping down.

"Yeah, he should have."

Natsu grinned as he finally forced himself to get up to take a quick shower. The most nasty bruise was blatantly showing just on his right jawline, the purple-blue blending to make the gruesome color pop more.

He had a few scattered around his upper body, but it wasn't anything related to the serious wounds he'd left on his opponent. In fact, he more so pulverized the young man. It wouldn't be a surprise if that guy never matched up against him again.