FETISH

7: Couldn't Get Any Weirder

“Deal,” Natsu answered steadily.

This got their attention.

They all turned to him.

He had that smirk on his face again.

And he had an air of confidence.

“Game,” the guy smirked, “The first one to get back here wins.”

And with that, he went back and mounted his bike.

Lucy knew Natsu was all fired up for it. She could tell he was even eager.

“Natsu, no,” she gave him a worried look.

That sounded a little too caring if someone asked.

“It’s just a race, babe,” he faced her, “The prize is the ‘apology’ you’re looking for.”

“But…” her eyes still troubled, “It’s too dangerous.”

He noticed this.

“I got it,” he smiled.

Funny because it was quite genuine.

He gave her a pat on the head before heading to his own motorcycle; made of silver steel and black leather seat.

And thus, the race for the ‘apology’ began.

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“I’m sorry. It was my fault, I apologize.”

The guy said stiffly.

He still couldn’t get over the fact that he lost.

“Accepted,” Levy replied with a satisfied look on her face.

“Hate to admit it, but,” the guy turned to the winner, “You’re good.”

“The name’s Natsu,” he smirked as he extended his hand for a shake, “Blondie here is Lucy, other one is Levy.

“Gajeel,” he said with a nod, shaking Natsu’s hand in return.

“Typical men,” Lucy shook her head, arms folded.

“You say that but you were really worried,” Natsu chuckled at her.

“I was not,” and she was back to giving him the cold treatment again.

“Oh crap,” Gajeel murmured as he stared at his bike’s fuel rate, “Almost out of gas.”

“Mine, too,” Natsu added as he did the same, “You headed for the gasoline station?”  

“Exactly my plan,” the other answered.

“Good. Get on, Lucy,” Natsu motioned for her to get on his bike.

She was going to insist on walking home already, but it seemed like Natsu wasn’t going to let them go on foot.

“What about Levy?” she reasoned.

“She’ll be riding with me,” Gajeel said bluntly, “Just this once. Get over here already, woman.”

“Alright, alright,” Levy mumbled as she walked up to him, “So impatient.”

And that’s that.

Looks like the four of them will be going to the gas station together.

What a twist.

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GASOLINE STATION

“Thanks for the tip, sir,” said the man working at the station, he was wearing a cap and a uniform with a logo on the upper part of the shirt. He was waving his hand at the car that was now driving away.