Master Debating

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Summary: Natsu has a question for Master Makarov. Child!Natsu

Master Debating (Rated T)

"Gramps? What's master debating?" seven-year-old Natsu asked innocently.

Makarov nearly choked on the beer he was drinking. That had totally sounded like something else. His hands froze, his fingers gripping it tightly.

Raising his head, he stared at the newest member of Fairy Tail, confusion and uneasiness in his eyes. "What?"

"I was hanging out with Gildarts today, and he said that I'm at that age where I need to learn about master debating. And since you're the Master of Fairy Tail, I thought I'd ask. So what is it? Is it like fighting with a Guild Master? Do I get to do it with you?" the small boy continued.

Makarov actually choked on his beer this time. He nearly sprayed it across the room, too. When he overcame his shock, his eyes traveled to his grandson. Laxus seemed quite interested to see how he would handle this.

Makarov opened his mouth a few times to speak, but no words came out. He huffed and stared at Natsu for a moment before he was able to form a coherent sentence. "I think you misheard Gildarts."

The small boy frowned. "I did?"

"Yes," Makarov deadpanned. "It's not called master debating."

"Then what is it?"

"It's…" Makarov couldn't believe he had to say this out loud. And to Natsuof all people! "It's…masturbating." And then he didn't know how to continue.

"Oh, is that all? I know about that already. Thanks anyway, Gramps," said Natsu as he left the room. Makarov and Laxus stared after him in shock.

"He's…only seven. How the hell does he know about masturbating already? Did you tell him about this stuff before?" Laxus asked, shock written on his features.

"No." Makarov's response was quiet, his eyes slowly widening. How did Natsu know about masturbating? "Natsu!"

Laxus watched in amusement as his gramps suddenly raced after the little guy. This was going to be interesting. And he wasn't going to miss an opportunity to see his gramps struggle through a conversation about sex ed. Today was looking better by the minute.

End