The moment our eyes met- [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 29

GRAY'S POV :

I parked my bike and pulled the key out, with Natsu headed to the biggest and the most famous night club of Magnolia, Mystic Vibes.

Natsu showed our VIP pass to the security guard and then we entered without any problem.

The club was empty as it was still morning, only few waiters and the barman was here—-speaking of the devil...

- " YO Fullbuster! Dragneel!" The barman, Max, a friend of us greeted us from the bar.

- " YO!" Natsu greeted loudly and I greeted with a quick nod. "Up for a Round?!" He asked showing us a beer cup, I pulled an eager Natsu, yelling a "No thanks!", on our back.

Natsu was sulking then whole way, as if I care, we're not here to get hammered anyway. I just ignored him and typed the code to open the door before me. 

It was a simple black door which looked like some stock hall door—which is not entirely false. We walked passed a plenty of packs of alcohol, and other stocks to finally stop in front of brick post—among the thirty or so similar posts.

I typed another code on the small black screen of the post. The black post opened—it was actually a lift. A real Masterpiece. I know. It was really unfindable to someone new because the screen was set up as its visible only if it tracks someone's presence in front of it, in a meter. And of course, then we had a code and all that stuff—not my stuff. That's Loke's department. Yep. The Loke aka my best friend, the biggest flirt but he also happens to be the Master of software.

🔛ZËRŌ 🔛

The King of the Cyberspace and the ruler of WWW. He's the most skilled hacker I've ever known and probably the best. A slow grin spread my face as I thought about that once crybaby idiot. Who will believe that a normal high school guy is also the ZËRŌ. The good side and the bad side, both are searching him. I mean FIA, Fiore Intelligence Agency is searching him, The ZËRŌ, of course Loke is not a criminal. He doesn't do illegal stuff, but he's really famous that even FIA searches him to hire him. So do the gangs. But he's inaccessible. And damn how much proud I am of him! I shook my head and looked before me as the lift doors were about to open.

Once we were at the basement, we got out of the lift, emerging through the long old tunnel. It was intentionally left like that so that for an outsider, it seemed like a sewer.

I placed my thumb on the opposite end of the tunnel, a blue light scanned it and the wall in front of us opened, letting us in the dark narrow room. The automatic lights switched on as we stepped in—it was no need as I knew this place like the back of my hand.

Natsu opened the second other door with his fingerprint and we were out—Or in. In a very spacious industrial building, our place. This place that I've known since my childhood. (AN: Photo on the media).

The place that held arms open for me when I thought I've lost everything, when I was falling before even starting to live my life.

My eyes wandered around the hall before stopping on the landing—the training hall. And I recalled my training sleepless nights letting my steam off on that punching bag. Every single time I broke down in front of that bag. That bag was my only pillar and has seen all my sorrows and pain.

Then I glanced over the small open kitchen with its two bar stools and remembered how many times we've fought to that place, we don't even now. This place that held my dearest and the most important memories with my friends.

And I'm proud to say that we've built this together. After so much pain and endurances, we've finally created a place to call ours. We finally have our identity that we longed for so much in the past. We've finally got it.