Fight for Glory↠NaLu

Prologue

Big green eyes stared at the tv with hopes, fingers clenching the blanket on his lap. The five year old boy was a bundle of nerves, staring at the two men fighting.

An older man sat on the couch in the room, chuckling at his younger son, who held his breath while watching an old film from a handful of years ago.

"And look at that! Tetsuya Dragneel lands another hit--another! Wow, the champion still remains on his feet, just how in the world does he do that?!"

The other commentator chuckled, shaking his head. "Who knows! Dragneel might have the right to show off, look at him now!"

"Daddy's kicking that jerks butt!" The little boy yelled heroically, scrambling onto his feet to throw a few carefree punches in the air.

The man smiled, raising an arm to ruffle his hand through his sons' pink hair. "A little revenge for your uncle, remember? Also for that damn old man, Makarov. He hates that guy."

"Watch your language, honey! Not around the kids," A feminine voice called from the other room.

Tetsuya rolled his head back to reply. "Not like Natsu understand what it means, and Zeref ain't even here!"

"I don't care!"

He sighed. "Don't listen to your mother, she's crazy."

A woman popped from around the corner, her pink hair in a bun with her bangs swept in her face. "I heard that, and I don't think I'm the crazy one."

"Zalea, I'm sure a bad word won't kill the boy."

His wife put her hands on her hips. "Guess someone didn't keep their promise for tonight." She winked at him both of them fully knowing what 'plans' they had if he wouldn't swear for a week.

"Babe, wait, hold on- I said.. What'd I say, Natsu? Help a man out here!" His father pleaded, placing his hands on his sons' tiny shoulders.

Young Natsu turned around, a grin slapped on his lips. "You said damn!"

Zalea rose her eyebrow, but puckered her lips victoriously. "Guess I'll be going out with the ladies tonight instead, what a shame."

Tetsuya watched his wife's hips sway until she was out of sight, then slumped into the couch, whipped. He could barely keep up with her little games, and she left him craving her more and more every second.

Damn, she was stubborn.

Natsu stared at the small screen, watching his father sock the turquoise-haired man right in the jaw, following with more punches to knock the man off his feet.

"Dragneel won't give an inch against Acnologia, and I ain't surprised why, but the crowd's goin' wild here!"

"Yeah, no kidding there. The last fight Acnologia had was against Igneel, and it was a blowout! Igneel got sent to the hospital with a life-threatening injury, but luckily he's recovered now. I guess Tetsuya wasn't gon' let Acnologia get away with that, especially for being the champion for several years now!"

Natsu watched Acnologia spit up blood, stumbling backwards and tumbling towards the ground completely unconscious. "That's whatcha get for messin' with dad," he mumbled.

"Wow, and the champion, Tetsuya Dragneel holds his title once again! Nothin" like watching two fearless men fight it out."

"I was hoping our fighter from Hawaii would pull through a little more, but seems like the man of Seattle was just too strong."

The two commentators chuckled together. "So, I have a conspiracy, since both men do have at least one son."

The young man eyed the other. "Try me."