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(Chapter was edited concerning Loke's name being change to Leo—05-02-2016)
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Summary: A peaceful walk with friends became disastrous when Natsu encountered a raven-haired delinquent in town. After losing a fight and have his first kiss got stolen, Natsu's life was never the same anymore. Questions arise. Secrets unfold. Feelings blossom. And he's determined to uncover the truth. Truth that has been laid dormant for so long. But it will resurface once again.
"The Red Rose On My Window"
Chapter 2: Collision
By: Johan Winterfrost
Bead of sweat trickled down the side of my face as I tried to regain my breath. I've been running around streets and alleys trying to track down Lucy's phone snatchers but with no such luck. I've lost them apparently. Having no street life and whatsoever (thank you so much Dad!), I am not that familiar with all the twists and turns the town of Magnolia have despite being a resident here for how many years.
"Dammit!"
I gritted my teeth in annoyance. I felt like smacking myself hard in the head because I've left my things with Leo. It never occurred to me until just recently that I could have just tracked Lucy's phone through GPS. But since my good-for-nothing braincells have decided to just go run and chase them like a madman, here I am, as good as a lost kitten running around in circles with no specific destination to go to.
Fuck you braincells.
After rounding another corner, I stopped running to regain my breath. I leaned my body against a wall and somehow, I found myself in a very unfamiliar ground. It's a small clearing with trees gathered across my right. From what it seems, this is the entrance to the forest where notorious criminals lurked around.
Magnolia East Forest.
The sky had turned darker and a few star appeared already. Since I never wore a wristwatch, I can only make a guess for the time. And it's time to get my ass moving!
As I pushed myself off the wall, suddenly, a strong sense of déjà vu washed all over me. I stilled.
I am being watched.
I could just feel it. The burning gaze of a hungry predator at the back of my head.
"This is not good…" I whispered, taking a glance around.
I found no one.
But the itchy feeling of being under someone else's watch was still there. It even intensified! As if they're already close enough to blow a strike yet still I couldn't see them.
I clenched my fist, feeling my heartbeat raced faster against my ribcage.
Suddenly, a whiff of wild floral scent mixed with the minty smell of winter pines invaded my nose trill. And my ears caught the almost inaudible sound of footwear scrapping softly against concrete.
I whipped my head around, just in time to see a shoe-covered foot about to collide in my face.
"Fuck!"
Pain erupted at the side of my head and stars danced in my vision for a few lasting moment. The strong impact had me knocked away on the dirty-covered ground, scraping both my elbows in the process.
A shadow loomed over me, and I desperately tried to get my vision back. My head is still spinning, but this time I saw it coming. My attacker's foot about to strike again.
I was able to block it with my arms and immediately get a hold of his ankle. I must have caught him by surprise as I heard him lightly gasped. Taking advantage of it, I yanked him down and used my head to give a blow in his stomach.
If there's one good thing out of my father's over-protectiveness, it's when he taught me martial-arts and self-defense.
While my attacker groaned in pain clutching his stomach, I am scurrying away.
No. Not scurrying away like a coward with his tail in between his legs. I only moved a good distance off just in case the bastard transformed into a humongous despicable creature and ravished my internal organs.
I really should stop watching horror movies.
A cold glare was sent my way, effectively cutting me off my fantasy-filled imagination and putting me on guard. From the position where I stood, I could now clearly see my attacker's appearance.
Spiky bluish-black hair.
Dark freezing cobalt blue eyes.
Alabaster skin.
Toned muscles.
Washboard abs.
Chiseled chest with a small 'R' tattoo on his right pectoral, resembling a bird, inked totally in dark blue.
Wait. Why do I felt like I'm checking him out? I have to stop staring now.
I cleared my throat.
"You bastard! Why did you attacked me?!"
He seemed taken aback by my sudden outburst and he frowned.
"Because you are chasing after me. What the hell do you want?"
Chasing after him? Oh, right.
"Because you snatched my friend's phone. Now give it back!"
To my annoyance, the half-naked bastard only smirked.
"Oh! You mean the blonde chic's phone."
"Yeah that. Give it back."
"Demanding aren't we?" He chuckled as he slowly walked towards me, the air of arrogance wreathing his tall figure. "What made you think I'll do whatever you say? Do you even know who you're talking to?"
Ignoring the slight goosebumps that gathered across the back of my neck, I bit back a nasty comment.
"Apparently? I'm talking to the most arrogant prick ever existed on planet earth."
By now, Mr. Arrogant Dude was kind of circling around me, his cold eyes never leaving my form. And so did I. While my stance are fully guarded, his seemed more relaxed and confident. And it's sort of intimidating. He even shoved his hands in his jeans' pockets, as though quite subtly telling me he could take me on without using his fists. That flared up my anger.
"You know, I don't have all day for this shit. Give me back Lucy's phone and I'll let you go unharmed."
He raised one amused eyebrow at me before giving a loud cackle.
"What the hell is so funny jackass?!"
"Nothing." He shook his head still laughing, his dark fringe swaying gently in every movement. "It's just…interesting."
"…"
His last statement somehow had me unable to retort back. Instead of words, I threw him a promising glare of death.
"Say," he took a hand out of his pocket, revealing Lucy's phone in his clutches. I gritted my teeth. "How badly you wanted to get this back?"
"Badly." I replied. "As badly as hell I wanna beat the living crap out of you."
"Woah," he smirked. "Scary."
He's taunting me, provoking me. It's an obvious fact. This guy must have caught on I have a very short temper and can be easily angered. I was about to fire some smartass comeback, when he spoke again.
"That badly huh?" He tossed the phone in the air then caught it again, shoving it back in his pocket. He looked straight to me, his dark cobalt eyes shimmering in excitement while the corner of his lips tugged upward into a sly smile. My heart skipped a beat.
"Then come and get it, Pinky."
I wasn't entirely sure if it was him who threw the first strike or me. But as my knuckle smashed firmly against his face and his knee collided hard in my stomach, it doesn't really matter anymore. Punches and kicks are thrown about, the cracking sound of flesh and bones in every hit resounded throughout the whole area. It's an all-out one-on-one battle, like a powerful collision of fire and ice. Amidst of it, there is one thing I couldn't understand.
Why is this guy grinning as we fought? Even after I had my elbow struck him on his forehead, successfully breaking his flesh and drawing out some blood.
And why am I sporting the same expression in my face? As if I am enjoying this fight as well.
We stood five meters away facing each other, both panting hard and totally bruised. I already had my school uniform covered with dirt and blood, not to mention its damage state with all the cuts and shreds. I could feel the pulsing pain on my right eye, where I guessed now was beginning to swell. My body felt like it's on fire because it fucking hurt like hell. The raven haired bastard on the other hand was irritatingly still had his cool demeanor in place. Although from the slight slump on his left shoulder told me the pain was also taking a toll on him too. He now had his left eye squinted slightly from the blood trickling down the wound above his eyebrow.
"Pinky," he jeered, running his thumb across his lower lip to wipe some blood. "You're pretty strong I admit. I never enjoyed a fight like this for quite a while."
I gave him a snort. "Really? I'm glad I was able to entertain your ass."
"Don't be. 'Cause I'll be ending this soon with me declared as the winner. Start praying now."
I glared at him hard. "You're full of shit jackass."
"We'll see about that."
He charged at me, fists balled tightly. I braced myself, more than ready to fight back. As he came near me, he did something unexpected.
He pivoted his legs, twisted around and sprung. The palm of his hands made contact with the ground and the pad of his shoe-clad feet hit me square on the chest.
It's a backward flip I thought I would only see in movies.
I was too stunned at his sudden act it caught me totally off guard. It resulted with me flying backwards, a surprised gasp escaping my throat.
I cried out in agony as my body landed hard on the concrete wall. Darkness dangerously danced in my vision, dizziness swiftly taking over. I felt hands grasped both my wrists and pinned it up above my head.
"Told you I'll be declared as the winner." A voice breathed closely in my ear. Too close I could feel someone else's body pressed up against me.
"Now what prize am I getting?"
As my eyes began to clear out of the dizzy spell, I was met with the bright pools of cobalt blue staring back down at my pale verdant green ones. My breathing suddenly hitched realizing the position we are in.
"W-what are you d-doing…?!"
He simply shrugged. "I dunno. Claiming my prize?"
As he said those, I've become aware of the closeness of his face to mine. A different set of emotion swirled within his irises and I finally grasped the meaning of his words.
"What pri-"
It's too late though. I wasn't able to finish my sentence anymore. Because a pair of lips suddenly covered my own.
My eyes widened in total shock.
This is not happening! Definitely not! I am not pinned up in a wall and being aggressively kissed by this man I don't even know the name of!
This is just a dream. A very distant one. It should be!
To be continued...
Author's Section: okay I'm not entirely sure if the fight scene is good or not. It's my first time writing a fight scene! Do tell me what you think guys! Does it sucks? I need to know what you think of this story. I need inspiration people to keep me going! Feedbacks would be appreciated as always. Be it a question, suggestion, comment, constructive criticism or violent reaction. Just do tell me what you think.
The Sorcerer Of Winter, Johan Winterfrost (10-17-2014) Edited: (05-02-2016)