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Highschool Boxing Fun ~Nico x Lunar~

Lunarlight13

Lunarlight13

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Micheal was surprised at how bith this school was, it was gigantic compared to his old one. Although, that didn't take away his thoughts of ruling the school, it only told him that he had more people to beat.

However, since it was still extremely early and school hadn't actually started, so he decided to look around the school looking for the major fight clubs.The first one was the boxing club, they were already practicing but the coach seemed to be just sitting on his ass. Although, when he saw Micheal he approached him and started speaking a mil a minute.

"hey kid, you wanna join? How bout I put you against one of my boys, if you beat'em you're in if you don't awwell." The older man said while sizing the boy up. His body wasn't overly muscular and his face would normally be too pretty for fighting, especially with his blue/teal eyes. His glossy, raven black, hair was longer than most guys, reaching the bottom of his shoulder blades when loose, but at the moment it only reached the top of his shoulder blades because it was in a high ponytail.

Then moving toward the ring, a man about his size entered as well. When the fight began he was disapointed at how fast his opponent was knocked out. However, he decided to have a little fun and continue to beat on the man until he got bored and just stood aside, before saying, "Anyone else wanna go a round with me."
 
Reiner glanced up as they rolled out the mats, mopping them down. Some kid was watching from the door.. He shrugged, thinking it was someone's sister. As they set out the gloves and headgear and began wrapping up he looked away from his teammates back to the coach. He was talking to the kid. Huh.

"Hey, who's the girl?" One of his friends snickered, gesturing to the long-haired boy who was wrapping up his hands.

"Dunno. I've never seen him 'round before." Another guy answered. They shook their heads in disbelief as the boy picked up gloves. Reiner's eyes followed him silently, watching as he stepped up against James, one of the lighter weights. His lips quirked upwards somewhat when they circled each other. The kid was fast. James is such a hothead. Reiner smirked, folding his arms across his chest as he watched. The senior thought he had it in the bag, thought he was playing with the kid. But the new kid brought some fire... Catching James with a harsh blow to the chin as Jame's fist was too slow to return to his face. He took James down, his friends muttering around him in disbelief.

"What the fuck was that? Common James, get the fuck up!" "Gonna have James as an enemy for a looong time.." Reiner kept silent, ignoring his peers, a slow smile growing on his face.

"Fuck, Rain, show 'em his place." Bret snorted as James staggered up. "Can do." Reiner chuckled, running a hand through dyed, bright red hair. He clicked on headgear, grabbing a pair of gloves. Reiner raising a brow at the guy's challenge to the team. Not smart, new kid. The other was lither than himself, smaller, quick on his feet and with his hands... but could he take a beating? He smirked, taunting his partner. I might even have to try with you. Normally he didn't take on the lighter weights. It was unfair, but the kid waltzed into the gym like he was asking for his pretty face to be beaten into the floor. Not that they were allowed to strike the face... but they had headgear for a reason.

He slipped his mouthguard in, getting help to strap on his second glove. Some of the guys jeered as he stepped up to the new kid. They knew Rain was good, able to take on the heavier weight classes though his own was mid-range.

"If you don't fuck him up good, he won't respect you!" Bret advised the new kid, the whole team watching with interest. It was true. There ain't no mercy in boxing. He was good, he showed no mercy; he beat his opponents into submission and he fucking enjoyed it. Reiner had a reputation. His head was as hot as the color of his hair, and just as quick-tempered. Hard to put out once he was lit up.

Reiner set his fists up before his face, stepping easily into stance and locking his eyes on the smaller man. He circled, waiting for the other to step in.
 
Micheal twitched when the guy who entered the ring called him princess. If there was one thing he hated, then it was when people make fun of him because of his long hair. So he said, "Okay strawberry, how about we make a deal. Who ever loses has to listen to what ever, the winner tells him to for the whole season.

The put on his mouth guard and put his set up. the waited for the bell to ring, when it did he rushed in without a second thought, throwing a few quick jabs and a combo. However, he was already infuriated by the Princess coment, so his actions were more wild, leaving his defense wide open.
 
Strawberry? Reiner's eyes narrowed. Oh, now it was personal. I'm going to make you cry, boy...

The boy's fists were indeed fast, they hit Reiner's guard, he danced away, but the boy stepped in. Oh? Following are we? Good.. He knew the boy wouldn't fall for a feint, he simply bided his time until the boy's guard slipped, leaving his side open. Reiner took it, leading the boy left then switched right- slamming his fist into the boy's ribs. He hit him again from the left as the boy staggered, knocking him off balance. Reiner was on him in a second, his weight taking him all the way to the mat. He sat on the kid's abs, pinning him on his back and grinning down, before spitting his mouthpiece out on the boy's face. "That offer still a deal, Sugar?"
 
Micheal grunted and whined at the blows that connected to his abdomen and sides, before long the strawberry haired jerk had him pinned to the mat, straddling him. He wanted to kill him then the redhead called him sugar, but said "I'm a man who keeps his word. If I make a deal I stick to the terms of that deal."

However, this man's weight was crushing him and he couldn't take it anymore, so he lifted his knee to connect with Strawberries lower back. 'it's seriously unfair to crush a smaller man under this weight.' He thought to himself.
 
He grunted as the knees jammed into his back, the boy trying to push him off. Reiner grinned, his fists balancing himself on either side of the boy's face, but he stood, unstrapping his gloves and throwing them aside. He reached back down, fist twisting in the boy's shirt and yanking him to his feet. "Get off the mat."

Dragging the boy out of the way of the next pair, he glanced back at the coach, then shoved him against a wall. Rain's knuckles pressed firmly into the kid's chest, and threw a smile that was more of a flash of teeth. His other hand came up to trace a finger leisurely down the side of the pretty face. "You're my bitch now," he taunted, daring the kid to say something. Reiner's gaze took in the boy's multicolored eyes, and defiant features before looking back over his shoulder at the rest of the team watching the current match. "Go ahead... you can cry out for help." Amused brown eyes fell back to the other's. Rain was taller than him by quite a bit. "Because once practice is over, no one's coming to your rescue." He let the boy's shirt go with a shove, winking briefly before he turned away, moving to work on a bag with heavier gloves.

Practice would end soon... And when it did, he'd make sure the kid kept his word.
 
Micheal couldn't supress the surprised yelp that escaped his lips when he was hualed to his feet. Although, he managed to hide his embarrassement at making suck a girly noise.

Once the were out of the ring it was only seconds later that he was knocked into a wall, which nocked the air out of his lugs. Although it didn't release the glare from his eyes, which only intensified when the strawberry haired man called him his bitch. That's when he noticed just how tall other man was, a full head taller, 'Fucking giant! He thought to himself.

The he shuddered at the redheads words before he left. He didn't know whether to take it as a threat or just a sick way of flirting. The onlything he did know was that he would sooner curse himself to the ninth circle of hell to be rortured for all eternity before he let someone control him the way he knew this man would try to do, but he had givven his word. The onething he would never break.
 
The coach called end of practice; they packed up, wiping down the equipment and rolling up the mats. Finally. Rain grinned, unwrapping his hands and running a hand to mess the spikes of his red hair. Time to... relax.

Reiner walked away from his teammates, up to the new kid. "Babe, I'm thirsty..." He stripped off his shirt, soaked with sweat. His chest dripped with it. Reiner stared down at the Micheal, smirking. "I didn't catch your name. So what is it?" Not that I'll actually use it.
 
Micheal was just relaxing, watching all the guys spar. He hadn't even heard when practice was over, what tore him away from watching was the redhed...calling him Babe.

He wanted to puke, but held it in and said, "There's a waterfountain behind you and most likely a waterbottle in your bag." Then he asked for the smaller boy's name. "Micheal, but I prefer the nickname Rawr, short for Ruari." 'not that this dick is going to use it, he'll probably use stupid petnames like baby, princess and a few of the classics.' He thought to himself with a Cynical smirk.
 
"Rawr. Hah. That's cute." He chucked the boy's chin up with his finger, moving past him towards the bags. "Next time I say I'm thirsty you find me something to drink." Reiner paused to unscrew the cap of his bottle, eyes fixing on the boy above it's rim as he took a swig, then out to the evening sky. "It's late isn't it? Shouldn't you call your mother?" He gestured at the bags, then waved goodbye to some of the guys who left. Brown eyes settled back on the boy. "Why don't you tell her you're sleeping over at a friend's. I've got something you need to help me with."

He shouldered his bag, keys in hand, waiting impatiently. "Don't dawdle, darling. You've got two minutes."
 
Rawr was ready to seriously hurt the arogant bastard in front of him when he madefun of his childhood nickname but before he could say snything his chin was lifted and he was told about the new thirst situation.

When the redhead had told him to tell his mother that he would be staying over a friends's house. Shrugging he began texting, he was done before the last part was said and gulped audibly when the thought processed. Shrugging and releasing a cautious sigh, he began yrudging his feet, following the strawberry hair, albeit a few steps behind. Then suddenly asked, "So what's your name? You know mine, so what's yours."
 
"Well, aren't you eager to please." Rain raised a brow watching the boy type into his phone without a word. He was fairly surprised he had complied at all after his threats, but kept his features unreadable.

He turned, making his way out of the gym, hearing the other shuffle along after him. From his position, Michael wouldn't see the insidious smirk that twisted over the older man's features. It was almost too easy. "Reiner." His tone was detached as he clicked the button on his car keys. "Although, I prefer the nickname 'Master', it's short for "I beat your pompousass." He gave a short chuckle, gesturing to the passenger door as he made his way around to the driver's side.

"Get in, I told you I needed your help." Reiner threw his things in the backseat before sliding into the leather driver's seat, starting up the engine. The BMW rumbled smoothly to life. He looked over to Michael. "My parent's car." He explained bluntly, turning back and setting a hand on the back of the boy's seat as he backed out of the parking stall. "Not supposed to be using it." He snorted, "But they'll be away on business for a few months. Least they can do for me."

He slowed to a stop at a red light, turning on the radio. Classical music drifted from the speakers. He cursed inwardly, changing the station to rock. "So.." Reiner began, cranking up the AC. "Where'd you learn to box? You're decent enough at it. Got some talent." Dark brown eyes rolled over to regard the slight boy beside him. "Decided to be a punk, though. Don't you know that's how you get hurt?"
 
Rawr managed to ignore the obedience joke, but it was still annoying him, especially when he made the 'master' comment. However he did like the redheads name, Reiner, not only was is surprisingly cute it was so close to his favorite animal's name, Reindeer.

When they got into the car, the only thing he wanted was to do was relax in piece and quiet, however that idea was crushed when Reiner began talking again. At first it was just annoying rambling, then the wuestions started. He knew that the only way he could shut him up was to answer the damn questions, "I never really learned to box, I've been a street fighter since I was 9 years old." he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He was beginning to get a migrain, the only physical evidence was the bright red blush on his face. He struggled not to just pop the older man upside his head when he called him a punk, but just barely managed.
 
The boy was bristling in his seat. He ignored the kid's poisonous vibes. "Streetfighter huh?" Reiner smiled inwardly. His luck just kept getting better and better. "I guess you know all about getting hurt then." He turned down a residential street in the richer part of the neighborhood, slowing before a wrought-iron gate. Waiting for the automatic gate to open, Reiner drummed his fingers on the wheel, before pulling up to the house and into the garage.

Shutting off the car, Reiner stepped out without a word and shut his door. He opened the trunk waiting for the boy to get out.
 
When they entered the richer neighborhood, the only thought going through his head was that this asshole was one rich bastard. The fact that he had a large gate and a small road for a driveway really didn't help either.

When the car came to a stop, he rushed to get out of it, the cramped, tight space was driving him crazy, but luckily he took his panic medication while every one was training. However, that didn't help rid him of his headache. He had always had massive headaches growing up, but this was one of his worst ones since he was 9. His face was stuck in a deep blush, he was sweating and panting, normally someone would think he was sick or acting like a bitch in heat. "Do...you...have any..Ibuprofen?" He asked, panting inbetween his words.

(Just so you know, he has a condition that connects his headaches to his labido, making him a bit hot under the collar with minor headaches, a bitch in heat with higher level headaches, and Migrains make him a total whore.)
 
"Whoa there hon... What's wrong with you?" Reiner raised a brow, looking over to the panting kid who had burst from the passenger side. Doesn't like cars? The boy barely managed to make a request. Ah. A headache? Strange. "Yeah. I do... But it's inside." He spoke slowly, watching the boy squirm. Reiner glanced back in the trunk. "I wanted your help remember?" His brown eyes leveled with blue. He pulled out brown plastic bags. "-With these groceries. But since your such a lady, I'll carry them in myself." Reiner strode towards the thin kid, nudging him with his body to get Michael to move towards the door that led into the house. "Common, Princess. You'll get your pills when I finish unloading these."
 
"You. are. a. Dick." Micheal said as he was nudged to the door, although his walking was made to be a bit slower and precise, in order to stop himself from feeling any dizziness. He almost fell when he got to the door, but only managed to keep himself up by propping himself on the door handle, keeping it open it the process. "There, you get some help from me. " Micheal panted, even in this state his voice was dripping with Cynicism. Then added, "And I'm not a princess asshole." while releasing his hair from the tight pony-tail it was in, 'Maybe this is the problem." he questioned himself inwardly,
 
Reiner chuckled, following the flushed, stumbling boy in. "Really?" He scoffed, nudging the boy father into his home. "You're so pretty sweetheart, I almost mistook you for a girl when you walked in today." Long hair, cute face, thin. He was sure he hadn't been the only one. "And the way you lost. It suits you." Reiner laughed, pushing the boy down the hall. He did indeed have feminine features, and Reiner watched as slender shaking fingers undid the ponytail, back hair cascading down over the other's shoulders. Reiner watched him from behind, eyes falling for a second to Micheal's hips, then edged past him to stride for the kitchen. He set the groceries down, then returned to the hall for Michael. "Come." Wrapping a hand around the kid's wrist, he tugged him into the living room, pushing him to a leather couch. Leaving the blushing boy for the rest of the groceries in the car, Reiner locked the car and shut the door to the garage.

He took his time setting away groceries, finally washing his hands as he finished, reaching up to open the top cabinet. He pulled out a bottle of Advil, smirking down at the label. Leisurely he walked into the room where the boy sat, holding the bottle aloft and shaking it's contents. "You want this, huh?" He came to a stop standing in front of the boy, thoughtfully smiling down at his harried state and casually widened his stance. "How badly?"
 
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