Black Steel
Clothes flew in the air, and piles tumbled down. A certain black haired was in the middle of the room scattering pieces of clothing all throughout the room. A flying exceed was hitting the pieces of clothing that came within his area; they folded in midair and placed themselves on the counters inside of the room.
For once, Gajeel was sort of cleaning his room; even through Pantherlilly was doing most of the work.
It has been two days since Sting's outing with the pinky, and Gajeel searched his room for a certain two items he brought a month ago. He had no clue what to do on his date with Natsa, but he remembered these two paper items that she may enjoy with him. It wasn't something fancy like Sting's date, but it was all he could think of at last minute. He was just glad he brought two of them for him and Pantherlilly to go in the first place; which the exceed was okay with staying home and not going.
"Fuckin' found it!" he raised the two items in the air.
Two tickets to a boxing match.
Both he and Natsa enjoyed fighting; but it was more of them fighting themselves and not watching other people fight. But it was the closest thing he could get without laying a hand on Natsa; which he knew wasn't a good way to start a date. And he wasn't really one to know about dates or anything; he usually hanged in a pub or the guild hall.
For his next date, he could bring her to a pub. With her drunk, she would be easy prey.
Pantherlilly flew back down to the ground as he knew Gajeel wasn't one to finish cleaning the room. He sighed; it seems it would be his job to finish the cleaning of the room while Gajeel was out. "Gajeel-san, shouldn't you ask her out first?"
Gajeel gulped. It was bad enough he was trying to find a date, but he still hasn't even asked her out in the first place. His cheeks blushed, and he wasn't one to be embarrassed easy.
But this was an exception.
He was going to ask the Pinky out.
Lilly nudged Gajeel's head. To the exceed, it looked as if his partner has malfunction. Gajeel shook his head and the blush went away as quickly as it came. He took a deep breath.
It's not going to be that hard; right?
"The match should start at five, so you will have some time beforehand with her if you ask her out right now," Lilly instructed. They were acting as if Lilly was the coach and Gajeel was the boxer.
Gajeel nodded his head. He took another deep breath and his grip on the tickets tighten. He opened the door to his shack and ran out.
Pantherlilly stood there in the doorway and glanced back at the mess that Gajeel made from his mad dash. All of the work he just completed was gone. This was going to be a long night for him.
"I better get started…again…" he sighed and transformed to his larger form.
…
Gray seated himself at the bar and Mira served him. She looked from his hunched form to Natsa; who was sitting in her normal spot in the guild hall. Ever since she had a date with Sting, Gray has been tensed and away from the pink haired.
Mira gently smiled at him and gave him a vanilla shake; on the house. She knew exactly what was wrong with him.
He was jealous.
She couldn't help but give a sweet smile. It just warmed her stomach whenever she witnesses these things happening. 'He must have finally noticed his feelings to Natsa,' she thought with a small cheer. She opened her mouth to give the youth some advice, but that was when the doors slammed against the walls. Everyone looked up to see a panting Dragon Slayer who was hunching over.
Gajeel looked up and his eyes went directly on the pink haired; that he then ran over to. This was when Natsa finally noticed the black haired. She turned around and faced him.
"What do you want?" she asked. She cracked her knuckles because usually by then they started fighting, but instead, Gajeel stayed in his place with two pieces of paper in his hands.
"Come on, we are going somewhere," he looked at the ground.
The whole guild went silent.
Gajeel.
Just.
Asked.
Natsa.
Out.
This shocked everyone within the guild.
Just two days ago, she was asked but by Sting; and now it was Gajeel out of all people!
Loke dropped his sunglasses onto the ground as he stared wide eyed at the two. His eyelids fluttered as he turned to look at Gray, whose head smacked against the countertop. The orange haired bit the inside of his mouth; him and Mira couldn't help but feel for him.
Elfman dropped his fork onto his plate. Lisanna gasped and she just stood there motionless. Cana waited a moment before gulping down her barrel of beer.
Master lost his balance on the railing on the second floor, and he fell down face first behind the bar.
Levy's eyes widen as her whole body froze. Nothing made sense in front of her. Jet spitted out his drink while Droy laid his hand on Levy's shoulder.
Everyone was waiting for Natsa's reply.
Natsa's eyes narrowed. For some weird reason she felt there was something behind that. "Why?" she asked as she laid her cup on the table and stood up.
Gajeel continued to look at the ground; he wasn't even daring to look at her in her beautiful eyes. He scratched his head and he thought of some sort of answer. "Because…I didn't want to waste my money," he waved the ticket in his hand. As soon as those words left his mouth, he regretted it. How the fuck was that romantic? If he could bang his head against the wall, he would.
"Tickets?" she questioned as she took a step forward trying to look at the pieces of paper. Gajeel thought she moved for something else and he grabbed her hand and ran out the door; not even waiting for her to say anymore.
Even when they left, the guild remained quiet. They couldn't believe their ears. Evergreen broke the slience. "I can get more guys than that." Which gotten everyone out of their shocked state. Ever leaned on the wall next to her team, the Thunder Tribe.
Bickslow laughed as if she just uttered the funniest joke ever; but this was his normal laugh. "Elfman counts as one, Ever!"
She grunted while a blush appeared on her cheeks. She turned away from her teammates table. Elfman just stared plainly at his plate as if it was a portal to another world. His fork laid there with his half eaten food.
"Did that really happen?"
"Two in one week!"
"Gajeel?! Out of everybody?!"
"Natsa…she has finally grown up." Someone teared up.
"A player! That's what she is!"
"He just didn't want to waste his tickets, that's it."
…
Gajeel ran with Natsa in his hand. He wasn't even looking back because he knew there was would be an angry dragon.
"GAJEEL! STOP!" Natsa shouted. Her hand turned into fire and he let go of her.
He waved his hand as he tried to blow the fire out on his sleeve. "Ouch! What the fuck was that for?!"
"Where are you taking me?!" she growled and glared at him. "What? You want to fight? If so, I'm all ready!"
Gajeel smacked his head at her remarks. "Can't you see I'm trying to be…nice and taking you to a boxing match." Those words felt strange in his mouth.
"Why me?" she questioned. It wasn't like the black haired even liked her.
"Because…Lilly didn't want to go, and I didn't want to waste the tickets. There. Can we go now?"
"Levy?"
"Shrimp doesn't like fighting."
Her eyes narrowed, "You are acting really strange… Are you sick?"
He blew a piece of hair out of his eyes. "I'm sick of being questioned to death."
She rolled her eyes, and then thought about what he said. "Wait. A boxing match? The one against Clawed Tiger and Scaled Beast?" Her eyes widen with excitement.
He smiled from her look. "Yeah, it's them. Why, you like them?"
"They are awesome!"
Gajeel looked at the tickets. "Well, we have a hour before the match, so why don't we look around." That was the only thing he could think of doing at the moment.
She nodded her head of pinky curls. They were downtown, while the ring that hosted the match was underground nearby. Lights were buzzing and people were cheering. Even though it was only five, it was getting dark. Shops turned on their lights and welcomed customers inside from the cold weather.
Gajeel patted his pockets. He barely had any money to his name since he always brought some beer at the guild hall and at the pubs, or he had to split it with his teammates. He just hoped that she didn't see anything she liked or else he wouldn't be able to pay for it.
Natsa went up to the windows of the nearby shops. People cheered from within the stores with their friends and family. Drinks were poured and served to the tables. Girls helped each other with their clothing. Unique items lined up on the shelves. Magical items flowed and children gleamed at them.
It was a wonderful night to see.
"I never been down here at night," he uttered from all of the lights. Whenever he came down, it was still light and crowded as Black Friday that he never enjoyed the time. But for once, he was enjoying every second of the time he spent with Natsa; except he was cold.
He tried to stay close to Natsa; he was freezing to death without her warmth. Maybe it was a good thing she breathe fire. He wished he could get closer to the Pinky; he blushed at the thought.
"Oh look!" she cheered as she pointed to something that caught her eye. She raced up to the next window and peeked inside, but when Gajeel didn't show up, she glanced backwards. Gajeel shivered as he stood across the street.
She felt a bit pitiful at her rival since he had no warmth. She returned to his side, but much closer than before. Somehow there hands came and clasped together.
Gajeel raised his eyebrow at the contact, but Natsa pulled him along the sidewalk. "You dragged me here, so payback." She taunted, but to Gajeel it felt like something else.
Until it was brutally interrupted.
"Excuse me. Can I get through?" A deep voice cut in the middle of them. "There's people who's tryin' to walk here!"
Their hands unclasped and fell to their sides. The man with a large amount of clothing passed them; his head was covered where only his eyes were visible. Gajeel sniffed the air; that man's sense was familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Eh?" Natsa questioned.
"You caught it too?" he asked.
She nodded her head. "I remember it from somewhere…" she mumbled under her breath. The space was filled with sweets and other people, that the scent was lost within it; and it smelled like he layered himself in cologne.
A bell chimed in the background, and Gajeel jumped. He looked at the clock. "It's six. We got to go. Fast."
She smiled and started running towards the building, which lead underground to the match.
The Iron Dragon Slayer growled and raced forward. For once they were rivaling in something that wasn't fighting. They were having fun at it as well.
Natsa beaten him to the building; she was waiting outside as if she just been waiting there all along.
He smirked and pulled out the tickets. He handed them to the attendant at the cashier. She torn off one side of the paper and handed it back to him. He handed Natsa the other ticket and they passed through the doorway.
The first thing that hit him was the heat inside of the building; and then the smells of sweat, blood, and other juices. Pinky was excited. She wasn't disgusted by the gross smells that echoed off the walls. She hurried down the hallway and into the room. He followed after her.
"This row?" she questioned. It was the second row in the room. Right up close to the stage to see the action.
Gajeel nodded his head and sat at the very end of the row. Other seats were filled as the match was starting in five minutes. Natsa chose the one next to him since the other seats were filled.
"I can't wait to see them!" she cheered. Her hands tighten on the armrests.
"I been waiting all month for this," Gajeel remarked. He did numerous quests to gain the funds to attain the tickets for him and Pantherlilly. But then they got lost in his room, and gave the other one to Natsa instead of his exceed. "Who do you think will win?"
"Scaled Beast," she answered without thinking.
"Course he will win. He's the Beast at this game," Gajeel countered. Under his breath he added, "I even used the rest of my money to bet on him."
Natsa gave a small smile as she turned to him. "And I get half if he wins~!"
"Third."
"Half."
"Fifth."
"Half."
"Sixth."
"60 percent."
His nose wrinkled, "That's higher than half!"
"Okay, there, we settled on half."
Behind them, where the betting was going on, were two boys with light colored hair. One blonde had a pile of money and he handed the bundle to the man who was dealing the bets. "I will get 250 on Clawed Tiger."
The orange haired, who stood behind him, rolled his eyes. "I will get 50 on Scaled Beast."
The blonde narrowed his eyes at Loke. "As if he would win."
"I'm betting all of my money on him, so he better."
"You only have 50?" Sting chuckled. This guild, Fairy Tail, was freaking poor by his standards. But, then again, he was using the last of his money on this bet. That dinner date with Natsa wiped out all of this funds. Maybe he shouldn't had invited Rogue along.
Loke smirked and lead his way to his seat. He was only here for good friend of his, Gray; and somehow he ran into Sting at the doorway. His friend was beyond help, so he figured it wouldn't matter much if he came along to spy for Gray; in his place.
Sting took the spot next to him. He looked around the room, but he didn't see Natsa, so he pulled down his coat and hat. His body reeked of clone that bothered his scent of smell; but it didn't seem like the other two noticed.
He just saw them running into this building, so he bought these tickets for tonight's match. He came to snoop on Gajeel's date; even though it was against the rules. Loke was doing the same thing for Gray, so why shouldn't he? Plus, he felt like one of them was there on his dinner date, but he didn't know which one.
Loke fliped opened his phone and started typing to one of his girlfriends. 'Thanks for lending me that cash on short notice.' He press sent and a new message appeared as quickly.
'It's no prob. Can't wait to c you 2night ;)' she texted back.
Sting rolled his eyes at the player's ways. "Which girlfriend is that? Sixteenth?"
Loke shook his head, "It's my first…for tonight."
The lights dimmed down in the room and spotlights shined on the arena. There were two people on opposite ends in the arena with their couches outside of the ring. Gloves were on their hands and a mouthpiece planted in their mouth.
On one side was a man in green shorts. He was the Scaled Beast. At the opposite end was the Clawed Tiger who wore orange with big black stripes. The two faces together and the crowd roared.
"Go Tiger!"
"Get him, Beast!"
"I got all of my savings on you!"
"You better win!"
"Go Beast! You can do it!"
Sting elbowed the orange haired. "So…how does this work?"
Loke shook his head at Sting's ignorance at this sport. "It's simple. Two guys wrestle, and whoever last stands is the winner. The ref will count down and there will be three rounds. Two out of three wins the match."
The ref started the match and the boxers moved in to the center of the arena. They circled each other; waiting for the other to strike first. The crowd roared as the Tiger took a punch to the gut. Natsa jumped from her seat and cheered.
…
Gajeel looked at his stack of money, but then his smile disappeared as it was cut in half and given to Natsa.
Sting growled with anger at his loss while Loke counted his earnings. Sting was now officially broke.
"Whoa!" Natsa shouted. She waved the wob of cash in the air. "Beast was a freakin' beast in there!"
"Look at how much money we won!" Gajeel pocketed his cash. Hey, just maybe, Natsa was his good luck charm. "Pinky," he coughed, "Natsa, let's come back next week."
"Sure!" she excited.
"Then we can hang out at a pub afterwords. I know this fuckin' good place around here."
"Pub? Why not just go to the guild?"
"Cuz Sourpuss and Snothag is guardin' that place."
Her eyebrows lited. Sourpuss? Snothag?
Sting walked into a pole as he sighted the two leaving the room. Gajeel has already gotten his second date in the bag, yet Sting totally forgot to ask Natsa out again for their second. He fell down to the ground.
"Sting?" Loke called as he hunched over the man and waved his hand. "Oh man, he's knocked out…Guess I'm in charge of getting him home." He reached out his phone and texted his girlfriend. 'I can't make it 2night. Business came up.'
'Ah :( sory bout dat.'
He sighed and returned the phone into his coat pocket. He looked up and seen the pink haired that he was suppose to be watching all night for Gray; which he completely failed.
He picked up Sting and flung him over his shoulder; he was heavier than anything else he carried. At least the Dragon Slayer was asleep since they were getting on the train to get back to Sting's guild.
He passed Natsa and Gajeel as he made his way out. Natsa was thinking of the numerous ways she could spend the money in her hands. Think about all of that food she could buy.
"Pinky, you're droolin."
She glanced up, and wiped the drool away. She barely noticed it.
They walked out of the downtown area and neared the guild. The moon was bright in the dark sky and stars started appearing. He walked her halfway home and took off back to his place. He just knew this night was good. And he had another one planned for next week.
He paused. Maybe he should have walked her home. Isn't that how a date is suppose to end? He turned around and tried to reach her, but she was already inside.
'Reminder to self. Make sure Pinky's inside next time...' he thought to himself as he went back on the path.
Her head peeked outside, she felt like someone was there, but she saw no one.
Gajeel walked pass the river. His date was already set in stone; while the other two were still frailing around helplessly.
There was no way that Gray or Sting could beat him.
No one beats Gajeel. Except Natsa; of course.
He made it back to his house and flopped on his bed, "Hey Lilly."
He heard Pantherlilly groan as all of the piles of clothing that he just folded cluttered around the room.
Pantherlilly cleaned the whole room, yet Gajeel destroys it within five seconds.
Lilly's claws unsheathe and he glared at Gajeel; who gulped.
He messed with the wrong kitty.
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