The day after the soccer match, Sadik was dragged from his bed to the car at 9:00 PM by Carlos and they raced off towards the local arena, where the semi-final to the boxing tournament would take place. When the car was sufficiently parked, the two men jumped out of the car and headed into the building, Sadik's boxing gear in tow, and they parted ways, Sadik racing to the locker room and Carlos going to take his place. Once arriving in the locker room, Sadik got dressed in his boxing uniform and slipped on his mask. Stepping onto the cold ring floor of the arena when his name was called, the Turkish boxer finally got a glimpse of his opponent.
This man, apparently a German named Aldric, was tall and appeared to be in his 20s or 30s, with long hair of a flaxen shade and large muscles covering his arms and torso, as was expecting of a boxer. But what really stood out most about this man was his piercing blue eyes that were reminiscent of Ludwig's. All of a sudden, a shout was heard from the crowd. "Kick his ass, Vater!" Sadik turned to the sound and saw a very excited Gilbert being held back from stepping close to the ring by his brother. "This man is the father of Gilbert and Ludwig?" Sadik thought, remembering the two boys from Heracles' soccer game. "Judgin' by how strong the boys seemed - and they seemed very strong - I might just be fucked." And then a bell was heard, signalling the start of the match.
The two boxers circled each other, judging each other without speaking a word. Deciding to then make a move, Sadik aimed a punch straight at Aldric's face, but the Germanic man simply ducked and quickly slammed a fist straight into his opponent's gut, his sheer strength making Sadik cough and gasp for breath. Aldric then threw several punches at the Turkish boxer, said boxer just barely managing to avoid them. Sadik had finally managed to regain his breath and stance, mentally scrolling through plans as to how to take the Germanic giant out. "Wait a tick, what did Dragan say a few days ago?" The teenager thought to himself, recalling Dragan's suggested strategy of fooling the other boxer. "It's worth a shot." Sadik muttered to himself through clenched teeth, and made a move that made it look like he would punch left.
Much as he had hoped, Aldric also made a move to block a left hit, leaving his right side open. Sadik then grinned and hurled his fist into the pale skin shown, punching the elder's ribcage and making Aldric groan and stumble. Seeing an opening, Sadik treated his fists like bullets and fired them at his opponent. Unfortunately for Sadik, Aldric eventually recovered and socked Sadik in the shoulder. Sadik thought he heard a sharp crack as he recoiled from the hit, taking a few minutes to recover and readjust. Glaring at Aldric, he rushed back into the fray, the two men exchanging blows until the bell rang, signifying the end of the first three minute round and that the boxers now had a minute of break.
Sadik walked back to his corner, seeing Carlos waiting there with a towel and a stern look. "Well, ya've done well against him so far." Carlos told his charge, giving him the towel for his sweat-covered face. "But I saw that hit to the jaw you took. Ya gonna be okay, kid?"
"Eh, no sweat, old man." Sadik smiled, wiping off his face. "I just need a lucky hit - or more points, but that's a little less reliable." Carlos, however, didn't seem convinced and frowned further. "Right," the Cuban man rolled his eyes. "but there's a fairly good chance that you're gonna to lose, Sadik. And there's an even better chance that you're going to get severely injured." The Turk, however, simply sighed and grinned. "Well, I guess we're going to have to find out, huh?" The bell rang again, and both fighters re-entered the ring's fighting area. They glared at each other, both knowing that they couldn't let the other one win.
There was a pregnant silence between the two fighters, who had blocked out the cheering of the crowd, until finally, Sadik moved forward. The boy had finally figured out his strategy, and proceeded to utilize it, making false moves to fool his older opponent and throwing punches into any openings he found. Alas, the punches were far too weak too affect Aldric much, and when Aldric punched Sadik, the weaker boxer had to take a few moments to recover from the blows. Many breaks were taken, and neither man seemed to show any sign of giving up or being knocked out. However, during the seventh round, Sadik found an opening, and a rather vulnerable opening at that. He had made a move to hit low, and when the Germanic boxer moved to block the supposed low hit, Sadik quickly socked Aldric in the jaw.
He saw Aldric's head snap to the left and the body drop, unconscious, to the ground. The referee quickly went over to confirm that the elder boxer was out, then threw Sadik's fist in the air, claiming victory for the Turk. Sadik watched medics carry Aldric's body away on the stretcher and, hoping he was alright, exited the ring, heading to the locker room. Arriving there and changing, he went back out to the parking lots, intending to meet Carlos at the car. Instead, he saw Gilbert and Ludwig leaving with the paramedics, and concern for the boys arose within him. Vowing to himself to get one of their numbers from Heracles and make sure they were alright, Sadik headed to his own car, and eventually got home with Carlos.
"Ow!" This sudden exclamation came from Sadik the next day who, in his morning daze, had tumbled down the stairs and landed on his injured shoulder. "Orospu çocuğu!" The boy cursed, sitting up and attempting to move his arm. He hissed at the pain coursing through his shoulder, and Carlos immeadiately rushed to his aid, theorizing that it was broken and that he needed to go to the doctor. The two set off in the car to the clinic, and after a long wait and the doctor's examinations, the doctor had said that it was not broken, but merely sprained, and would take about two weeks to heal. "How extremely convienient that the finals are three weeks from now. . ." Sadik thought to himself as the doctor blabbed on and on about safety and other things Sadik really should have been listening to but instead chose not to.
When he was out of the doctor's clinic and back home, he decided to text Heracles to let him know about the current events. Using his non-injured arm, he grabbed his cell phone from his pocket and sent a message to Heracles, saying that he had sprained his arm and would take two weeks to heal. A few moments later, Heracles replied back, saying "Well, it's about time you got hurt. Seriously, when you're boyfriend's a boxer, you expect a few more injuries. Oh well. Get better soon!" Chuckling at the Greek's response, Sadik expressed his gratitude and asked for Gilbert's cell phone number, stating that he needed to check in on something. Heracles agreed and, after a few minutes of registering the number, Sadik had the albino's number and was waiting around for a response.
Eventually, Sadik did get a response, but it sounded rather tired. "Vas?" The German teenager rudely greeted, probably not aware - or willing to care - that one needs to remember manners when answering a phone call. Chuckling, Sadik responded back. "Gilbert? It's me, Sadik. Heracles'-?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah, you're Heracles' boyfriend, right? Kesesesesesese!" Gilbert snickered on the other end of the line, now awake enough to carry on a conversation without being too rude. Sadik continued speaking. "Y-Yeah. Is your dad okay? I, uh, saw him get knocked out at the boxing semi-finals yesterday. . ."
"Psh. Yeah, Vati's fine. He's had vorse: he just has a small headache right now, vhich is not aweso - oh, entschuldigung, Vati -" Gilbert continued speaking, but at a lower volume. "Vhich is not awesome."
"That's good. And you and Ludwig are both alright then?"
"Of course, of course. Luddy vas concerned for a minute or two, but he's fine now. Ve're both at ze hospital, und Vati should be out in a few days."
"O-Okay, that's good then. Well, see ya!" The two teens exchanged good-byes and Sadik hung up. Looking back at his sprained arm, he sighed in despair. These next two weeks were going to be absolute hell.
Author's Notes: Well,here it is (finally)!Chapter Seven!^^; Sorry I took so long!*pelted by bricks*Anyways,thanks for all of the favs,reviews,and subscriptions from all of my readers!And a special thanks to my editor,doublequartereighthnote!If you haven't checked out her stories,you should!She is an awesome writer!
Now,I need to ask you guys a little favour.I'm trying to decide whether the next chapter should be about Sadik's sprained arm recovery (which would probably contain much TurGreece fluff) or skip the recovery and go straight to the final fight, meaning the story would be over unless I did an epilogue on what would happen if they were adults or something. So, give me your opinions on what I should do in a review or a simple PM. Thank you!
TRANSLATIONS: entschuldigung - sorry, orospu çocuğu - son of a bitch,
