Ch. 60
Day: 60
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail.
Genre: Family
Summary: Iggy's no softie.
"Hey, shrimp."
Iggy looked up from his book at the sound of a harsh voice. His eyes were met by the rather unpleasing face of Russell - a boy a few older than him. His face could only be described as doglike, and it was a rare day that one could find him without his hands clenched into sweaty fists. The blonde shifted uncomfortably on the park bench where he was seated, clenching his hands tighter around his novel. Russell was never good news. Maybe he should have taken up Nashi's offer to play with her and Silver on the jungle gym.
"W-what do you want?" Iggy stuttered, staring at his feet. Oh Mavis, why had he thought it was a good idea to leave his keys at home?
"To mess with you." Russel said bluntly in that grating voice of his, abandoning any pretense. Actually, there was no pretense to begin with.
Iggy nodded, and the two pre-teens stared at each other for a moment in silence. Then, so fast one may have missed it if they blinked, Iggy sprung into action, jumping up and over the back of the bench. He sprinted as fast as he could away from Russell, feet pounding the dirt like twin mallets being brought down on a drum. His breath came in short gasps as he ran, and his palms were slick with sweat.
He didn't get far before his foot got caught on a root and he tumbled to the ground. Lucy was constantly telling Iggy to watch where he was going, but he had never listened - maybe this was some kind of sick karma karma. There was barely enough time for him to thrust out his hands before he hit the dirt.
There was a revolting mixture of blood and dirt in Iggy's mouth when he struggled into a sitting position. When he spat, a tooth accompanied the red-and-brown slush that he gagged up.
Russell came jogging up, panting like a hippopotamus in the desert, sweat sticking his shirt to his back. It was doubtful the bully would have caught up to Iggy if he hadn't tripped. As Russell raised a fist, posture sloppy, Iggy realized something.
The kid was about as intimidating as an overweight puppy.
And Iggy's father had trained the blonde in self defense.
Then Iggy was on his feet, whipping his foot out and digging it into Russell's gelatinous torso. The other boy made a sound akin to a pig's snort when Iggy's foot made contact with his stomach. Russell flopped to the floor and didn't get back up.
"Huh..." Iggy said thoughtfully.
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