Fight for Glory↠NaLu

Chapter 7: New Starts

"C'mon, move those damn feet!" Gildarts yelled, watching his two boxers during their match.

"Shut up, ya ol' man, I got this." Gajeel hissed, spitting towards the side over his shoulder.

He swung a fist slightly downwards towards the swifter opponent, only managing to go all-air and not contact.

"C'mon, you gotta have more than that!" Natsu teased, lightly bouncing on the balls of his feet. He took a couple steps to the side, almost envisioning landing a few jabs to Gajeel's sides.

Gajeel grimaced, baring his teeth. "You're gon' wish you didn't say shit, Salamander." He took an aggressive step forward and swung his arm again.

Natsu jumped back to avoid his slow punch. He raised up his gloves to block another couple fierce shots, then quickly retaliated by slamming multiple punches at Gajeel's upper body. The finisher was swinging a fist to the left side of his head and an uppercut with his other hand to his jaw.

"Okay, that's enough for today." Gildarts said before Gajeel could regain his balance.

A slow clapping came from next to the boxing ring, obviously sarcastically. "That was just great."

Gajeel took a gurgle of water and spit it right at the male. "Fuck off, princess."

Gray stepped to the side, letting the spit water splash next to him.

Natsu cracked up. "You're just pissed you lost again."

Gajeel almost raised his hand to give him the birdie, realizing that was impossible to show with his boxing gloves on. "Piss off." He muttered under his breath.

"I'll fight this dumbass tomorrow for you." Gray snickered, throwing an already-used towel at Gajeel.

"You'll be the next person that I fucking kill," Gajeel lowly said back, stepping out of the boxing ring. "I'll hang you by your god damn towel!" He snapped the towel towards Gray like a whip.

"You guys, take it to the locker room, I got other boys to train." Gildarts said, swiping away the damp towel from Gajeel's hands. He didn't even react to how disgusting it smelt or felt, measly tossing it in one of the dirty towel baskets.

Natsu bit into one of his gloves and tore it off his sweaty hand covered in tape. "I could fight anyone anywhere and still beat their ass." He cockily pointed.

The three young men walked their way to the men's locker room, throwing verbal insults at each other.

Natsu spun his code into his lock and snapped it open, swinging the large locker door to let it smack against the locker next to his. He quickly de-odorized himself by cleaning every drop of sweat off with a two-minute shower at most. The shower stalls were cramped and tiny, the feeling of claustrophobic could creep up on anyone in there.

He threw on black Nike dri-fit sweats, following with the same thin material for his white long-sleeved Nike shirt.

After grabbing his workout backpack, Natsu stopped in front of a mirror and posed.

"Can you not pose like a hoe, thanks," Gajeel spat behind, rolling his eyes as the pinkette winked at himself. "It's already enough to see stripper walking around in his underwear carelessly."

Natsu shook his damp hair around, letting water drops fly in every direction. "Nah bro, I'm not sorry for being attractive."

His emerald eyes glistened at the sight of Gray's bag with clothes, hearing his shower finally turn off. Natsu snickered as he stripped the bag and walked out of the locker room, keeping his laughs to himself.