Natsu groaned as he heard his alarm blasting ear-piercing music from his phone. Onyx eyes barely squinted open to see the brightness of his phone practically blinding him. His hand rummaged to his nightstand, quickly shutting it off.

"Natsu...you better be back soon." Lisanna mumbled, her voice muffled partially from a pillow.

He leaned over and gently kissed her head. "I'm just goin' for a long run, don't worry." With that, he got up and stretched his muscles. He threw on a white shirt, white Nike socks and switched to black Nike shorts, then walked to the kitchen.

Early mornings was the first start every day, rising up no later than six a.m. Today, he was up at five so Lisanna wouldn't be as pissed since he'd get back earlier.

He rummaged through his fridge, distastefully glancing through to see nothing with enough protein. "Fuck, guess I'll settle for this again." Natsu muttered under his breath, grabbing out the eggs.

After grabbing a tall glass, he mindlessly started to break the eggs and pour them in. He stood by the kitchen sink and held the glass that had six raw eggs in it, raising it to his mouth.

His nose wrinkled at the slimy texture, quickly inhaling the gooey eggs down the hatch. Most mornings he'd be too lazy to cook anything, so it was the fastest way to get his "hearty breakfast", even if the taste disrupted his tastebuds.

After lacing up in his running shoes, he walked outside, swinging his arms a few times to loosen up. Following with a few stretches, he started a slow paced jog.

The cool, dark morning was mostly empty on the small streets, the musky buildings lightless. He took steady breaths, inhaling and exhaling the chilly air, chilling against his skin.

He loved morning runs; there wasn't too many people up at this hour, relentlessly peaceful with the occasional bird chirps and the steady sound of his feet against the ground.

After about five miles, he slowed down to stand in front of the boxing gym on the corner of the street, just near train tracks. He stared up at the rusty sign, the letters barely visible to read.

"Gildarts' boxing gym"

"Man, this ol' guys' gotta fix the outside." Natsu said, patting the outside of the gym. "I'll be back here tomorrow, sorry Boxie."

Yes, he named the gym "Boxie" on his own, since he always worked out almost everyday there. He's been working out for ten years here. So what's the harm of giving his favorite place a name?

Too bad Lisanna hated Boxie, to his distaste.

Natsu began running again, enjoying the silence of the peaceful morning. No annoying druggies on the side wanting to sell crack to him, no drunken guys his age asking for a fight because they knew he was a good fighter.

Everyone who went to Boxie knew his name.

Everyone knew he wanted to become the best, and he dominated every match he had every Friday night. Why Friday night? Because it's more money, and he's good enough to make a name for himself.

"And now, across from the challenger side, we have the one and only, the Master of Disaster, the Red Dragon...Natsu Dragneel!"

Every Friday night at the local boxing arena was packed with people. Girls flaunter over him, people always holler his name.

He wished that he was more known to the public. So far, his town was the only thing he had that was the advantage to having the home-court advantage.

His eye caught something out of the ordinary, making him come to a halt. It wasn't exactly weird, but it was a new small building, obviously from its cleanliness comparing to the other dirtied, musky small buildings.

The word "café" drew his attention, realizing that this was the place his girl had mentioned to him about visiting with her friend.

Natsu curiously walked up to it, seeing a sign plastered on the glass frame in the door.

"Offering jobs starting Sunday through Tuesday, will open Friday," Natsu read quietly, realizing today was Saturday. "I guess I'll be visiting here in six days."

He took a mental note of the dates, hoping he'd remember somehow, then started his run back home to finish the remaining five miles.

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"It's too early for this..." A young, beautiful blonde young woman sighed, dropping yet another cardboard box into her new apartment.

She threw her long golden hair up in a high messy bun, since her hair kept getting in her way. It did reach her waist, but more of the time it was a hassle to deal with.

But then and again, she'd prefer her long hair over her short hair.

"Miss Heartfilia, is there anything else I can do?" A male said, carefully placing down the last box of her possessions on the ground.

Lucy shook her head. "A'ohe ho'omaika'i iā'oe, I think I'll be good."

The U-Haul man cocked his head, obviously not familiar with that term. "Oh, I'm sorry! I meant to say 'no thank you'."

"Alright, take care." The man nodded his head, politely taking his leave and shutting the door behind him.

She immediately flopped on the two person couch, groaning heavily. "I'm so tired...and I need to find a job soon."

She's on the fifth floor of the apartment floors, and hers only consists of a tiny living room with one long couch, a table, and a small flat tv, with the tiny kitchen connected to it with a small square dining table for four. A small hallway leads to one bathroom, then a tiny bedroom with a twin-sized bed, musky wooden desk and chair, dresser and a closet for clothes.

"Home sweet home ku'u hoki." Lucy mumbled, shaking her head. This was the only place she could afford now, and she had to get money somehow pronto.

She'd already embarrassed herself by speaking other than English.

'Might as well start now, I'll deal with my crap later.' Lucy thought to herself, reluctantly getting up from the couch. Stuffing her crappy phone in her gray sweatpants pocket along with her keys and wallet, she headed out to explore the new town she settled in.

The sun was just rising in the clear-blue sky, and apparently people here weren't too big on getting up early. It was nearly eight in the morning and only a few people were outside.

She passed by a barber shop, already knowing that was a strike for options. Gas station, not her style, that would probably be her last resort.

Lucy turned a corner, looking up at whatever public-resident place it was. It seemed like a gym, but she couldn't imagine herself being a water girl for a bunch of guys.

"Excuse me, you seem lost, and I've never seen you here. Any way I can help?" A male voice asked.

Lucy snapped her head to her left to see a young man, pale creamy white skin with dark ruffled hair, matching his piercing eyes. De blinked a few times, noticing how attractive he was.

"Well, I am new here," Lucy shyly started, mentally wishing that she didn't look like a total slob at the moment. "I was just looking around, that's all."

The young man chuckled, a side-smile sweeping across his thin lips. "Ah, it's pretty small here."

"I noticed." Lucy replied softly, awkwardly hugging her arms. She hadn't expected to run into someone this good looking, nonetheless make her start more thrilling.

"Hey, my name's Gray Fullbuster, it's nice to meet you." He held out his hand, a polite gesture to greet her.

She took his hand, gently shaking it. "'O wau'o Lucy Heartfilia, nice to meet you too." Her face flustered light pink.

He paused for a moment, not recognizing the first word she'd said, but didn't bring it up.

"I just saw you and I thought you were actually really cute, and I was wondering if I could get your number or Snapchat? It'd be nice to know you more." Gray said, a lift pink dusting his cheeks.

A rosy color flourished darker on the apples of her own cheeks. "Um, sure. I don't mind." Lucy smiled at him.

They exchanged both their numbers and snapchats. "I'll text you sometime." Gray said, giving her one last smile before he walked into the boxing gym.

Lucy's heart was throbbing with excitement, a light bounce added to each step with a finishing gleeful smile. 'Maybe it won't be as bad as I thought.'

Now more eagerly, she approached a café that seemed brand new. After reading the sign, she nodded her head, "I could do this."

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Natsu currently sat on the couch, honestly somewhat bored as he stared at the show Lisanna had put on. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, almost having the temptation to get up and leave from disinterest. He could be punching Gray right in the face at the gym, one of the most satisfying things to do on a daily basis.

"I love you, Natsu." Lisanna cooed, snuggling up closer to his side and kissed him on the cheek.

"Love you too." Natsu grumbled back, sliding his phone out of his pocket. Both he and Lisanna looked at the text message from Gray, already rolling their eyes.

-I'm not shitting you this time, I got this super cute chicks' number and Snapchat. I swear this time I'm being for real.

"He's back at it again." Lisanna laughed, watching his thumbs quickly text back a reply to her boyfriends' best friend.

-Shut up, I bet it's just another girl you'll scare off because you strip too soon at the stripping club.

"I hardly believe this'll work out for him." Natsu smirked, laughing about the last girl he had for one week. He'd brought her somehow to a club, and she'd gotten hung up on another man. Even under aged, the bastard still managed to slip into clubs all the time. Every time Gray invited Natsu, he'd flat out reject him.

Natsu read the quick text Gray had replied with, making him laugh even harder.

-No way. She's brand new to the town, I can't mess this up.

"He doesn't know when to fucking quit." Natsu said, kissing Lisanna's hair. She giggled in reply, leaning her head on his broad shoulder.

That idiot will never land a girlfriend.

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Did anyone notice the Rocky reference by Natsu drinking raw eggs for breakfast? 😂

Fight for Glory
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