I was requested to do another SNK romance/action multi-chapter fic AU and I chose boxing because I've never seen one and I'm really into the sport. If you have any questions about the terms or rules of the sport you can look them up, or feel free to ask me. I'd be more than happy to help.
This fic will switch points of view with clear transition marks. I will be changing the point of view more than usual in the first chapter and possibly the second chapter so that you'll get a better feel of what's going on, it'll stabilize though, I promise. Please review and tell me what you think.
Enjoy~
"A right hook by Smith! Dawk stumbles back, almost hitting the canvas, but steadies himself somehow. OH! And a left hook by Smith. I'm telling you, there is an unheard of power behind Smith's punches. I don't know how much longer Dawk can- A left jab by Smith! Dawk's hit the canvas! Both of his eyes look swollen shut or almost there, a cut has opened up on his left eye to match his right! That's it, the medic has called the match! ERWIN SMITH IS THE NEW HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMPION!"
Hanji's POV:
"ERWIN!" I shouted! The giant blonde had actually done it! I jumped into the ring as soon as the medic's hands went up. Screw Dawk's mangled and bloodied face, he'd played dirty, trying to get my agency shut down due to steroids and a bunch of other crap that wasn't really there. He deserved every punch Erwin gave. Speaking of Erwin, he was being bombarded by press and the rest of the team. "Everyone clear out! Manager coming through!"
"Hanji," Erwin called over the roar of the crowd, still cheering and some chanting his name. "What's next?"
"An interview for the people. They want to know what's going through the new Heavy Weight Champion's head right now," I responded. Not a second later a group of press made their way over to him.
"Erwin, so what was going through your head throughout the fight?" A man with glasses and the network's logo on his microphone asked.
"Basically my next move. Not only did I need the belt, but this fighter has caused some trouble for my team and I. I'm fine if you mess with me, but when you jeopardize all of my team there's a problem. He fought well and we had a good, active fight that I hope everyone enjoyed," Erwin said, not bring too much personal issue into the room, yet calling Nile Dawk and his team out on what they did. Erwin was always good and straight forward with speaking, he usually gave our team pep talks instead of the other way around.
"Very well said, and let me tell you; you provided what was definitely one of the best fight's of the decade, maybe even century! What do you have in mind next?" The interviewer was pressing for as much information as he could in what little time for Erwin as he was allotted.
"All that I can say is that my goal is to take the Scouting Legion to new levels. I'm going to have to consult with my manager, Hanji, before I decide anything, though," Erwin finished. The interviewer thanked Erwin and went off to try and find Dawk, but he'd already left in a pout. He'd probably use going to the hospital (which he did actually need) as an excuse, but I saw the look on his swollen and red/purple face when he'd left. He was pouting like a little kid.
"Nice job, Erwin," Mike came up from behind.
"Mike, you're here. I though you'd be training," Erwin shook the taller man's hand.
"No one who could attend would miss this fight," Mike gave a small smile, which was very warm for him. Mike was ferocious in the ring, and was right under Erwin in the Heavy Weight division. They were in the same agency though and would probably never fight, but if they did, Mike would give Erwin some trouble, but Erwin would win.
"Let's get you outta here, Sir. You've done well. Mike, you can come back to the locker room if you want," I said taking Erwin's arm and leading him across the ring. Fan's were still cheering and people all the way down the walkway to Erwin's room were reaching out despite the extreme distance currently between the and the champion.
"Look! Mike Zacharius! Mike! Mike! Are you here to support your agency's top Heavy Weight? Did you like what you see? Do you think that you'll ever move up in your division with Erwin in first and you in second?" They badgered Mike for answers but he only smiled a little and either nodded or shook his head. People tried to make it so that Mike had a grudge against Erwin, but the truth is they were very close and there was nothing negative between the two.
Erwin seemed surprised that Mike made it today, but Mike never misses a fight. They were best friends and they have been since boxing camp the Summer when Erwin was 16 or 17 and Mike was 14 or 15. Mike was proud of his second place title and wore it well. Erwin did the same with his first place title. We headed back to the locker room and hands grabbed for us from all directions. The three of us huddled together to avoid them. When we entered Erwin finished removing the bandages on his hands and washing up a little bit.
"So, you finally kicked the snubs ass?" Came a deep and bored voice.
"Levi, you did come," Erwin turned away from the sink. "Could you guys give us a second?"
"Yeah, we'll be out by the refreshments!" I put a hand on my stomach and Mike and I made our exit. I really did wonder what they were going to talk about.
Erwin's POV
"Of course I came dumbass," Levi scoffed.
"Did you enjoy the fight?" I asked him as he walked closer to where I stood by the sink.
"Yeah, especially when he fell on his ass with two black and swollen eyes and a bloody everything," Levi looked as if he was truly relishing in the image.
"It felt good, that's for sure," I agreed. Levi held the number one LightWelterWeight champion title that he'd earned in a previous fight against someone from a new team.
"You have to keep training. I talked with Shadis and he agrees that this new agency, the one that I battled a boxer from a few weeks ago, the Titans I think, are hiding something and are a hell of a lot stronger than anything we've ever seen before. Be careful when dealing with those guys," Levi took the washcloth I'd been using on my face, chest, and arms and turned me around. He began wiping the sweat and blood off of my back.
"Are you worried about me, Levi?" I faked surprise. I was one of Levi's only friends and though he didn't like to admit it, he did care about what happened to me in and out of the ring.
"I don't know but if you don't stop doing a half-assed job of cleaning yourself after a fight or just taking a shower, I'm going to have to come to every fight to make sure you don't drag sweat everywhere you go," His brows knitted together more than usual as he moved forward to my arms.
"How about I sit down while you do this?" I moved to the bench by the wall and leaned back. My head was pounding, my feet ached, and my entire body was sore.
"You did well," Levi mumbled so that I could barely hear him. I fell asleep a few moments after that with Levi scrubbing the grim off of my arms and chest. I may have no respect for Dawk as a person sometimes, but he sure could put up a fight.
Levi's POV:
After A bit of my cleaning Erwin fell asleep. I didn't mind, seeing as he did do an incredible job tonight. I relaxed and set to only cleaning. I'd rub part of him down with the wet cloth, put a bit of cheap soap there, wipe the soap away with another cloth and bucket, dry him off with a small towel, and put lotion on places were I'd scrubbed too hard or were a glove had rubbed him raw. I felt stupid for doing so much, but I knew how gross you could feel after a fight (maybe that was just me...) and how bad irritated skin felt under a shirt.
Everything was peaceful and I felt at ease for the first time that day, cleaning Erwin as his chest rose and fell steadily, the roar of the crowd slowly dying. Then Hanji burst through the door. Erwin shot up, eyes wide from the door slamming into the wall. I pushed him back down and looked at Hanji. She was holding a doughnut and looked extremely excited.
"Guys! Sorry if I woke you, Erwin, but you know that kid we've been looking into? Eren Jaeger? Well, I want him! Ok, I know he's young, but I spoke with his manager -yes he's like 15-19 and already has a manager- and Eren's adopted sister is his trainer, and he's hers!" She gushed through a bite of doughnut.
"So what, he has a brat who arranges fights for him and a sister for a trainer. Oh, I mean, impressive," I said, dripping with sarcasm.
"So what, is that she's awesome too, I've seen her at some women's tournaments. That means that we'd have a male and female fighter added to the agency and I'd have an assistant because that Amrin, I think, kid is really good. Also, Armin helps these other people too, so I promised him that we'd check them out sometime, uhh, Sheen... no... Jeen... no, wait, Jean! Jean, Marco, Connie, and Sasha... Ymer or Ymir or something, and I think Krista. Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie have already told me that they're friends with them or at least know all of them, and that they have major talent for their age!" Hanji looked ready to burst in excitement.
"Hanji, don't get your hopes up. They're all friends, of course they said that. We'll check them out, though," Erwin decided and stood up. "Let's get back to the agency, I'm exhausted."
"Good plan," I agreed and began packing up his things. I didn't like the idea of letting a bunch of brats into the agency just like that. I'd have to talk to Hanji about it because this isn't a playground. Men die and get seriously injured here.
We made it back to the agency in one piece, but we did speed most of the way with Hanji driving. I put Erwin's stuff into the bin we usually do after a big fight, I'd have to put everything back in place tomorrow morning. I went into the kitchen to begin making some sort of food before everyone went to bed, and decided on Macaroni and Cheese with hotdogs. It wasn't very big or fancy or traditional for that matter, but it was fast and filling. I began boiling water and turned on the crappy counter grill that we've had since Erwin convinced me to join the agency, while Erwin himself went to go take a shower.
"Hey Levi, will you come with Erwin and me to go check all of these kids out? I have to get back to Armin about whether we're coming on Friday or Saturday," Hanji came around the corner. The entire agency had a headquarters and it was huge. We had different sections like, financing, and scheduling, but usually stayed in the living quarters. Most of our boxers and managers had the option of staying there. There were beds, TVs, three different training gyms, one kitchen, and a living room. Most people chose to live elsewhere and just use the gym for training.
"I'll come, but it's really up to Erwin when we go. He had quite a few bruises and cuts on his body and jaw," I informed her.
"Really, you'll come!?" Of course that's what she takes from that.
"That's what I said, don't want you dumbasses letting whatever little brat you care for to get in. They have to be on a professional level, not just good for their age," I reminded her. Her face lost it's joy almost instantly.
"I think they might really have what it takes," Hanji left the room. Great; I hurt her feelings.
"What'd you do?" Erwin asked as he entered the room in sweats and un unzipped jacket with nothing underneath.
"Told her the truth," I did. I was right and she knew it.
"You have to be easy with Hanji, she likes to have this thing called hope," He smirked.
"Bastard," I hissed and made him a plate of whatever the hell you'd call this. It was like 2am and macaroni and hotdogs don't really go together.
"Thanks," Erwin said to either my statement or the food. He didn't seem to mind the odd combination, he just ate it as fast as he could. We ate in silence, Hanji didn't come back and Mike came in and took a hotdog and apologized for not staying up, taking the hotdog to bed.
"So how's it feel to be the new Heavy Weight Champion?" I asked after we'd finished eating.
"Like it does," He responded, echoing my words from when he'd asked me the same question about my LightWelterWeight champion title.
"Dumbass," I almost smiled, almost.
"It feels like I was beat up with a jackhammer and thrown into an abyss, but good," He did smile.
"Go ahead to bed, I'll clean this up," I told him.
"Are you sure?" Even though Erwin asked this I knew he would be conscious for much longer if he didn't go to bed.
"Yeah, when am I not?" I countered and sent him on his way towards the bed hall. Everyone's room was lined up in one of three large hallways and only about 10-15 beds we're actually taken out of what could easily be one hundred rooms.
I was uneasy with the idea of a bunch of teenage assholes filling those rooms. No more silent mornings alone or with a few people who were too afraid to speak with me. No more mornings with only the pleasant conversation Erwin provided. No more silent or pleasant days. Great.
