Note: This is my first mini-long of five chapters, I hope someone likes it. If you like let me know what you think with a comment. Enjoy the reading :)

P.S. English is not my first language, so certainly there are many mistakes that I don't even realize. So, I accept constructive criticism on how I can improve.


The motorcycle track

"Go Gajeel, go!" Lucy yelled from the stands of the Raijinshuu track. Cana next to her was drinking a beer and had her gaze was fixed on the competition, but at the name that her friend spoke she looked up confused.

"I thought you bet on Natsu," she commented.

"No, last time I lost 20,000 jewels because of him. Gajeel will win, I'm sure," the blonde said with her hands clasped on the railing and her eyes fixed on the competition. Cana didn't object and turned to the track again, noting how there was a nice stalemate. Damn, that big blonde she had met a few nights before had told her he was going to win, she hoped she wasn't wrong to bet on him.

"Who did you bet on?" asked Mirajane next to her, who wasn't competing because her bike was currently at the mechanic.

"You'll see it," said the brunette, narrowing her eyes and watching the blue bike pass Gajeel's. It was the last lap, in a few seconds the race would be over. She felt the tension in her arms as she hoped she hadn't lost her money. The bike made the last corner, a moment later straightened up and crossed the line. Cana jumped to her feet in exultation, while Lucy beside her took her head in her hands.

"Yeah! Fuck yeah! Yeahhhh!" Cana exulted, almost breaking the eardrums of the two girls next to her. Mirajane leaned over the railing to see who had won, sure she had never seen that bike there before. And actually, as soon as the other bikes reached the finish line and the race was finally over, the winner took off his helmet revealing a blond-haired man.

"Who is he?" she asked.

"My savior!" Cana shouted enthusiastically "I've won 100,000 jewels!" she screamed still excited as never before, she frantically printed a kiss on Mira's lips and then ran down the steps with the bottle of beer still in her hand that spilled everything everywhere. Mirajane watched dazedly as the girl entered the track and ran towards the blonde. "That was great!" she screamed loudly.

Laxus as soon as he heard that voice turned to the girl, still excited for his victory with a grin on his face. He saw Cana running towards him as she passed the other motorcyclists.

"You won!".

"She's more excited than me" Laxus thought and the grin widened. Oh yes, he was really satisfied. It was the first time he had competed on that fantastic track, and he had already made it clear to everyone who would be the next top rider for that year. It was thanks to that girl that he had discovered the place, and he really couldn't but be happier. He didn't even know there was such a club when he moved to Magnolia, and when he went to the Raijinshuu Motorcycle Track for the first time and saw the races as a spectator, he immediately fell in love with that place.

In addition to the fantastic track, there was the nearby bar frequented only by motorcyclists or motorcycle enthusiasts. The beer was good and they made great sandwiches well filled the way he liked it. It would become his second home, he already knew it. In addition, he had also discovered that there was a mechanical workshop not far from there, and even if Laxus had already found a job and an apartment on the other side of the city, he would have been damned if he hadn't at least taken a look. The ideal would have been to work nearby, but he had time to think about it. Meanwhile, he could enjoy his victories which, he was already sure, would be many.

"I told you to bet on me" was his arrogant reply as he ran a hand through his hair and Cana laughed.

"I'll buy you a beer, you definitely deserve it!" she exclaimed enthusiastically and then waved her arms to attract the attention of the two girls still on the bleachers. As Mirajane looked at her in perplexity, Lucy was about to cry over the money she had just lost.

"Okay," the blond said as he set off with his bike towards the exit of the track. He certainly wouldn't have turned down a free beer. A few motorcyclists joined him, someone to compliment him, someone to find out who he was, since no one seemed to know him. And indeed, it was, Laxus had been to see the races only twice before deciding to register, so it was logical that no one remembered his face. A pink-haired boy was enthusiastic and kept asking him for life, death and miracles, too bad that Laxus didn't have time to answer because the boy kept talking and laughing like a machine.

"Next time I'll beat you!".

"You've to beat me first," retorted a biker full of piercings, and Laxus grinned but didn't answer, as a lot of people, boys and girls craned their necks to see who was that blond-haired stranger who had beaten their strongest bikers.


Freed kept tapping his pen nervously on the table, while he read the papers that the lawyer had just sent him. He was nervous, especially after his father had called him. Freed regretted having answered him, because hearing him had worsened his mood even more, and he really didn't believe it was possible given how he got up that morning. With bad news and a war on the way. But if his father believed that he would give up and that he would close the Raijinshuu, he was very wrong. He felt the phone vibrate and with pursed lips looked at who it was: his mother. Even more nervous he closed the call without even answering her. Maybe he should have blocked his parents directly so they wouldn't call him again.

A glass was placed in front of his eyes and Freed looked at Evergreen, who had just brought him a beer.

"You know, soon the race will be over and you'll find yourself surrounded by a lot of people who just want to celebrate. Time to put the papers away," she said plainly as she pushed the glass of beer towards him. Freed looked down at the reddish liquid and sighed wearily. He knew his friend was right, but he couldn't really feel comfortable.

"I have to finish seeing...".

"Freed, everything's in order. Your father can't do anything to get you shut down, you know that better than anyone," she reminded him. Freed was silent for a moment and then shook his head.

"He'll find something, he always does" he retorted irritably "And there are a lot of checks next week, tomorrow the ones on food, Thursday those on the safety of the track, then they'll check the stands, then...".

"Freed, look, checking those cards won't change anything anyway. And for today you should just relax," Evergreen insisted and pushed the glass even more towards him. "Come on, now drink and close those files," she ordered. Freed sighed but didn't reply, knowing full well that her friend could become really stubborn. He put the papers away and then leaned back in the chair, taking the glass and trying to free himself from the thoughts that were making him nervous.

"Damn, the blondie really won!" Bickslow suddenly exclaimed from behind the counter. More than making beers, however, he was watching the race in progress on the television. Not that it was a problem, at the moment all the customers were out enjoying the race.

"Then he wasn't lying when he said he was going to win," Evergreen commented in surprise looking up at the TV. Freed kept thinking about his father, those checks and the fact that he should call him back, sooner or later. He couldn't ignore him indefinitely, even though he'd have preferred to do so.

"Listen Freed, how about buying a bigger TV? It's unfair that we've to settle for a tiny screen when the people out there can enjoy the race properly," Bickslow said, rousing him from his thoughts.

"Seems to be just fine to me," he objected.

"I assure you it doesn't," the bartender retorted with conviction. "In any case, people are coming. Ever, move your ass. I'm not going to do the work all by myself now that the crowd's coming," he said.

"But if I do everything myself" objected the girl going back behind the counter. Freed smiled slightly, thinking it would probably be useful to have another bartender. A little later people started coming in and Freed thanked that he was already seated with his beer so he didn't have to queue among all those people. Not that he should have done it anyway, since he was the boss of that place and at best, he would have taken it on his own.

A couple of guys greeted him and Freed smiled at them with a brief wave of his hand, until an angry blonde came to him. As soon as Lucy was in front of him, she slammed a hand on the table in irritation.

"You must prevent Cana from setting foot in here for the rest of the year," she snapped. Freed raised an eyebrow, he was about to ask why but it wasn't necessary, because the girl continued to speak. "It's not fair that she wins every bet, every time. Every most holy time. How is it possible? And why am I always losing? I was hoping to get back what I lost the last few times, but instead I find myself with 20,000 jewels less, and they all went into Cana's hands!" she exclaimed irritably.

"Have you ever considered the idea of not placing bets anymore?" Freed asked.

"Of course not, it's a matter of principle," Lucy objected. "And the worst part is that she keeps throwing it at me, you should throw her out. Oh, here she comes," she moaned.

"Two great beers for the winners!" screamed the brunette as soon as she walked into the club. Freed found himself giggling as Lucy moaned over the lost money.

"I'm sorry Lucy, if it were someone else, I could consider the idea, but Cana makes me earn a lot" he said and the blonde moaned again but resigned she sat down in front of him, taking her head in her hands.

"At least offer me the beer for consolation," she pleaded. Freed giggled again but took pity on her and stood up. Since Evergreen and Bickslow were already quite busy with all the people who had entered, he went after the counter and got by on his own.

"Lucy lost a bet?" Bickslow guessed as he placed sandwiches to warm.

"Apparently," Freed replied filling his glass and glancing at the mass of people who had entered. "Who's the winner?" he asked curiously.

"The blond next to Gajeel," he replied, nodding his head to the table where the two boys were sitting. Freed followed his gaze and paused a moment longer to observe the handsome boy with broad shoulders and blond hair. He had never seen him there, and he knew all the boys who frequented that place. Well, that meant he'd have one more client, he had nothing to complain about.

As Bickslow walked away to the other side of the counter, Freed turned and took a small saucer filling it with chips. If he was going to console Lucy, he would do it right, and then he was starting to feel a bit hungry. Nobody disturbed him until he heard a low voice behind him.

"Hey, can you make me a beer?"

Freed turned surprised and noticed that it was the blond who had won the race. Now that he was closer, Freed could observe him better, and if already from a distance he had considered him handsome, now he couldn't help but confirm his initial thoughts and also consider him fascinating. Piercing eyes of intense blue, a dark shirt that fit him perfectly and a smirk on his face. Normally Freed would have called Bickslow or Evergreen to serve him, but ultimately that guy would have been a new customer, better keep him good.

"What you want?" he asked with a slight smile. Laxus scanned the menu on the wall behind Freed and then picked one. Freed hurried to give it to him. "Winner of the day, right?" he asked and the blond smiled broadly, obviously pleased.

"I'll probably be the winner for the next few months," he commented arrogantly and Freed found himself giggling as he put the glass down on the counter.

"Well, for today the bar offers the winner, but don't get used to it," he told with an amused smile. The blonde laughed and thanked him, taking the glass and walking away from the counter to sit next to Gajeel. Eh, a new client was still a new client, and if in that case he was handsome, tall and with a nice ass, then Freed just had one more reason to hold him tight.


Laxus walked through the doors of what had become his favorite club and walked over to the counter and Bickslow. It had been a while now that he frequented that place, and as he had thought from the first time he had set foot in it, it was becoming his second home. It was normal for someone who loved motorcycles like him to be comfortable in such a place. The people who frequented it were all easygoing, the beer was good, he could ride the track and drool behind bikes that he could never afford.

Not that Laxus complained about his little gem, he loved his bike and if and when he decided to change it, his heart would cry, given how fond he was of it. But every now and then even rich people came to that place just to show off their vehicles and, well, gazing with the eyes was allowed.

He was in a particularly good mood that day. All thanks to a scratch card that he had taken to try his luck and which had made him win 700 jewels. It was little money since he would pay a dinner at most, but it was enough to put Laxus in a good mood. And since luck seemed to be running that day, he hoped to be able to ride a bike even though he knew the track was closing at that time.

"Beer?" Bickslow asked.

"Nah, I want to go for a ride on the track first," Laxus said. Bickslow glanced at the clock.

"I'm sorry, I just can't leave you at this time," he replied. Laxus snorted lightly. Well, he tried.

"Don't worry, get me a beer then".

Bickslow gave it to him and Laxus sat down at the counter. Of all the guys who were there, he got along particularly well with that strange blue-haired bartender, despite the fact that he was a talkative type. Right from the start he had introduced him to the top bikers, and he had gossip about everyone. One of his favorites was Evergreen, the other bartender in the place. Apparently, the girl had some kind of friendly relationship with benefits with one of the bikers. Speaking of which, the aforementioned biker was right there chatting with the brunette while he ate a sandwich. Bickslow grinned amused, glancing at his friend, who in response glared at him.

"When can I sign up for the next race?" Laxus asked as he looked around the bar, but at that time there was hardly anyone. Lucy and Natsu were sitting dining at a small table in the corner, but luckily the pink-haired boy hadn't noticed him. He had this crazy mania to challenge anyone and after a while Laxus was annoyed at hearing his voice.

"Next week registration will be open" replied Bickslow "Are you sure you don't want to eat something?" he then asked. Laxus at that point decided to eat a nice sandwich there and also ordered some French fries. He spent an hour there having dinner and chatting with Bickslow. Since there were not too many customers, the bartender could keep him company. Once he finished Laxus paid and greeted him, nodded to Evergreen who was still arguing with her friend, and left the club.

He walked towards his bike but as he passed in front of the track something caught his attention. A boy was entering, and Laxus had already seen him. He was that long green-haired bartender who had offered him beer on his victory day. Looking at the vehicle he was taking into the track, Laxus noticed that he had a beautiful motorcycle, a lady motorcycle. Damn, he must have been rich. That was a bike that Laxus would jump through hoops, one of the latest releases. He didn't know if the reason he stopped was the handsome bartender, the beautiful bike or the fact that the boy was entering the track when clearly Bickslow had told him it was closed at that time, but Laxus did.

"Hey, is it an employee benefit to enter the track even at these times?" he asked. The boy turned to him clearly surprised and for a moment looked at him in silence blinking confused.

"Excuses me?" he asked. Laxus smiled slightly and took a couple of steps closer.

"Bickslow told me the track is closed at this time. I'd like to take a ride too," he explained. The boy smiled slightly, finally understanding what he meant.

"Well, Bickslow actually told you right. The track is closed at this time, no one can enter" he said in a calm voice.

"Well, apparently you do," he replied.

"It would be weird if I couldn't, since I'm the owner," the boy chuckled and it was Laxus' time to be stunned. He must have had an eloquent expression on his face because the motorcyclist laughed slightly. "Freed, nice to meet you," he said extending his hand. Laxus held his still a little stunned.

"Laxus," he just said. He had thought he was just a bartender, on the other hand it was he who served him without batting an eye the first time he had been there. "Are you… really the owner of this place?" he asked still surprised. He was young for having opened such a place, probably a few years younger than him. How the hell had he done it?

"Yeah," Freed replied simply. "Actually, I thought Bickslow with that wide mouth told you," he added. Laxus recovered and laughed lightly.

"He told me life, death and miracles of everyone but he didn't say anything about... no, he actually said something, but I didn't know you were Freed," he recalled at that point, frowning.

"I hope he didn't badmouth about me," Freed joked.

"Nah," Laxus replied with a smile. "He just complained that he wants a bigger television," he said with a shrug. Freed rolled his eyes.

"I had to figure it out," he commented. Laxus stopped for a moment to look at him, from the first time he had seen him he had found him attractive but he hadn't given it too much weight. There were many attractive men, yet now that he knew he was the boss of that place he felt a little in awe. Which didn't happen often. But knowing that such a young boy had opened such a place was strange, and he honestly didn't know what to think of that boy.

"So, you wanted to ride a motorcycle, right? How about a challenge?" Freed asked suddenly. Laxus frowned.

"Do you want to challenge now?" he asked fearing he hadn't understood correctly. He understood that at that time no one could enter the track. Well, Freed on the other hand was the boss, he could probably do what he wanted there.

"Of course, after how sure you were to win all the races, I really want to see if it was luck or skill" Freed instigated him with a smirk. Laxus partly out of pride, partly because he really wanted to ride the motorcycle, he found his grin again.

"Okay," he said. Freed smiled in response and entered the track, while Laxus went to get his bike and then join him. Eh, luck that day turned just in favor of him.


Laxus stopped with the bike still enthusiastic about the ride he had done. Damn, it had been liberating and even challenging. Even if he had lost. He didn't expect it, but at least he could justify himself by saying it was only thanks to Freed's bike. And so he did when the boy brought up the victory.

"I would have been surprised, given the bike you ride," he then commented. Freed raised an eyebrow with a pleased and amused grin on his face.

"Are you trying to find justifications for not admitting that you were beaten fairly?" he asked.

"At all. But your bike's more powerful than mine, there's little to do," Laxus said with a shrug. Freed shook his head in resignation.

"I should really race with another bike so as to prove otherwise," he commented in a low voice, more to himself than to Laxus. The blond gave him a curious look, they hadn't talked much, only competed, and he was starting to be really curious to know more about him. Like he had the idea of opening such a place, a real paradise for Laxus. "Would you like to get a beer? Since you lost you owe me one," Freed said. Laxus looked at him at the same time surprised but also a little amused.

"Really?" he asked him in a half laugh "Are you the boss of this place and I should buy you a beer?" he asked. Freed smiled.

"Well, considering that the last time I offered it to you, I'd say it's not that strange. But if you want, we can do another race and I'll use a bike with the exact same power as yours, and if I win, you'll offer me the whole dinner" he said.

"Only if you promise to give me a bike when I win," Laxus said with a grin. Freed raised his eyebrows but smiled.

"Gone," he replied and Laxus chuckled, following the boy to the bar. The two entered and went to the counter. Bickslow looked at them in surprise.

"Laxus, still here?" he asked.

"Yes, in the end I did the lap around the track as I wanted. He let me," he said pointing to Freed.

"Don't tell me you made a challenge," Bickslow commented as if he were expecting it, as if it were normal. Laxus would have lied to say that he was not left in a bit of bad. That meant that Freed often did it with other clients.

"Yes, and I won. Not that I'm surprised," Freed said as he sat down in the chair. Bickslow rolled his eyes.

"Sooner or later someone will beat you and I'll make you remember it forever," the bartender said. Freed smiled.

"The person who will beat me on my track has not yet been born," he retorted arrogantly. Laxus would have smiled at his conceit, but something caught his attention.

"Wait, you've never been beaten by anyone?" he asked surprised.

"No," Freed smiled smugly. "Since I opened this place, I'm the absolute champion, which means that I haven't lost a single race in four years," he said.

"Yes, and you're also unbearable," Evergreen interjected annoyed.

"I agree," Bickslow said. "And when somebody beats you, I'll throw a huge party and I'll put up posters with a giant picture of your pissed face and place it for all the bleachers." Freed smiled.

"I doubt that will ever happen, but if you do, I'll make sure I fire you first," he said. Laxus didn't know if he was joking or not, but Bickslow didn't seem in the least affected by the threat.

"I hoped you beat him," the bartender told Laxus.

"Well, we still have to have a fair competition," the blond pointed out. Freed nodded.

"Right. I just want to see how you justify yourself when I beat you," he said.

"It won't be necessary, because you won't win."

"We all cheer for you, Laxus," Bickslow said and Evergreen nodded vigorously.

"If you win, we will offer you beer for a whole week," said the serious girl.

"What great friends," Freed said sarcastically. "So, can we have two beers or do we have to stay here and talk with nothing to drink?" he asked. Bickslow turned and prepared both glasses while Freed asked Ever for a toast to eat. In a short time Laxus found himself again with a glass under his nose and in the company of three boys who dragged him into a pleasant and fun conversation.