This story is really long XD. Don't hold me to it, but I think I can write about fifty chapters for this. I have a few little plot lines and a big one in mind. A few of you were wondering about the pairing. IT IS STILL GRALU! There is just a bunch of little CielxLucy scenes. And yes, something is going to happen. I believe its the next chapter. Oh! Speaking of which, I feel bad because I haven't been updating on my usual schedule. I've been forgetting, for some reason. So! I am going to post the next chapter today. I would suggest writing a review for this chapter, then reading the next. I just have a feeling you will all be very lively, so I would like to read them separate.

"It's time for the finals!" the announcer roared. The final round took place in a large arena, with hundreds of people filling the stands. Lucy and Layla sat at special benches, which were close to where the fight would be.

"The first competitor!" he roared. "Last year's winner, Sting Eucliffe!" The audience went wild, cheering and screaming. "And our newbie, Gray Fullbuster!" The crowd was just as loud.

"Don't think about the people," Layla said. "Just pretend that you're in the dojo."

"I'm not worried about the people," Gray said. "I've fought him before, and I think I'll be okay."

"Good luck," Lucy said. She quickly hugged him. He let out a deep breath and walked out to the center of the arena.

"How about we fight for your girlfriend?" Sting asked playfully.

"Like I'd let scum like you touch her," Gray scoffed.

"But I already did," he smirked. He figured reminding Gray of the first time he met Lucy would get him angry.

"Fight!" A whistle was blown.

Sting made the first move. He went for a sweep kick, followed by a roundhouse. Gray quickly jumped up, then blocked. He started punching towards his face, Sting blocking every punch. While he was busy dodging, he didn't notice Gray's knee coming up, hitting him in the gut.

"That was a cheap shot," Sting said. He put his hands back up and continued the fight.

After thirty minutes, another whistle was blown. Sting wiped blood from his lip, and Gray from his eye.

"Ten minute break!" the announcer called. The two boys bowed and went their separate ways.

"Oh my god," Lucy said. She reached out to touch his eye, but pulled her hand back.

"It's okay," he said, grabbing her hand. He winced when Layla put a wet cloth to it.

"Stop the bleeding," she said. She then handed him a water bottle. He quickly drank it all. "If this continues, it may just come down to stamina. You both seem equally strong."

"He'll have me beat," Gray said.

"Try to focus on blocking. He may get cocky and let his guard down. Only take shots that you know will give damage," she said. He nodded and handed the cloth back to her.

"It's starting to swell," Lucy said.

"Than I'll fight with one eye," he said, smirking.

"ROUND TWO!"

"Keep your blocks tighter," Layla said. Gray nodded and went back to the arena. He smirked at Sting's swelled mouth.

"Fight!"

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Sting swung at Gray. He easily dodged it. They were in the fifth round, and the blonde was clearly tired. Gray only hit him three times since the first round, but he got hit a lot.

"You asshole. I'll been doing all the work," Sting said. He tried to knee Gray.

Gray grabbed his knee with one hand and pushed it away from him. He quickly kicked his stomach. The blonde fell to the ground. He got on top of him and punched him in the face.

"KO!" the announced yelled. "Our new champion!" He grabbed Gray's hand held it in the air, standing the boy up in the process.

Layla and Lucy walked out. The latter just came to see if Gray was okay. She walked over to his side. He smiled down at her and wiped blood from his chin. He wasn't sure if the blood was from his eye, nose, or mouth.

The announcer started asking Layla questions about Gray and her dojo. She happily answered each one. She had to talk about Gray's progress over the years.

"Gray," Lucy said worriedly. She watched him fall back, but she caught him. He was pretty beat up, so it didn't surprise her.

"Now let's hear a few words from the losing side!"

Layla helped Lucy carry Gray back to his room. Since he passed out, they didn't think they needed to stay and listen to Sting's master.

"I need to go back, so will you take care of him?" Layla asked after putting Gray in his bed.

"What do I do?" Lucy asked.

"Just check him for injuries. Make sure anything isn't broken, treat his wounds, and put healing cream on his bruises. You know, the usual," Layla said. She left the room before her daughter could protest.

Lucy sighed and went to get the first aid kit. She wasn't entirely sure of what she was suppose to do. How was she suppose to know if something was broken?

She felt his nose. It seemed normal, so she assumed it was okay. She then started wiping blood off his face. She thought professional fights were suppose to be stopped if someone was bleeding, in case one of them had a disease. This wasn't professional, but the rules should still apply.

She blushed and started taking his shirt off. It was a little difficult, since his body was completely limp, but she managed. His whole torso had bruises on it. She carefully felt his ribs. Layla mentioned people breaking ribs before, so she wanted to make sure.

She grabbed a bandage and wrapped his hands. They were bleeding from punching too much. She couldn't imagine how much pain Sting was in, since he was punching more than Gray.

She found some cream that was suppose to heal bruises faster. She felt her face heat up as she started putting it on his arms. She tried to think of something else while she put it on his torso. She was beyond embarrassed.

"L-Lucy?"

She froze and looked up to Gray's face. He was blushing. He wasn't exactly sure what to think. He woke up to Lucy rubbing his chest.

"D-don't look at me like that," she said. She realized her hands were still on his stomach, so she quickly withdrew them.

Gray tried to sit up, but he groaned and fell back. He felt like his whole body was burning. His head was pounding, and his face hurt.

"Did I win?" he asked. He couldn't remember the end of the match.

"You knocked Sting out and won. You passed out while Mom was talking, though," she explained. "And I'm suppose to take care of you, so please don't make this awkward." She started rubbing the cream again.

"Of course I won't," he said with a smirk. "You'll stop if I do."

"You can just do it," she said. She turned away from him and crossed her arms.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. He grabbed her arms and pulled her into his lap. She blushed at the position. She sighed and continued what she was doing.

"You're amazing at making things awkward," she said.

"You think I'm amazing?" he asked.

"Watch it," she warned. "I have complete control of you right now."

"I see how it his," he laughed. She quickly got off him. She walked towards the bathroom, planning to wash the cream off her hands.

Gray got off the bed and went after Lucy. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. She watched as his face twisted in pain.

"Kya!" she squealed. She ended up on the floor with him on top of her. "You couldn't have fallen back?!"

"Sorry," he said.

"I got the trophy~!" Layla sang. She walked into the room and set the metal on the bed. She looked over to the two on the floor. "You two can celebrate later," she sighed.

Lucy blushed and pushed Gray off of her. His back slammed onto the floor. "I'm sorry!" she quickly said.

"Layla, I think something is wrong with my ankle," he said, sitting up. The two blondes were beside him in an instant.

"I'm surprised you didn't notice until now," Layla said. She grabbed his foot and gently touched his ankle. "I don't think it's broken, but something could be wrong with it. I'll call the doctor up."

"They have doctors here?" Lucy asked. She watched her mother walk over to the phone. It did make sense, since some fights got serious.

"Alright," Layla said. She hung up the phone. "He'll be up in a few minutes."

"Okay, now let me see my trophy."

They all laughed together.

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