Yumi: So, I decided to go with Sky High for another fanfic. I'm not sure how dedicated to it I will be, but I'll try to keep up with it.
Elyon: Hi, I'm Elyon Reneta, and I am the heroine of this story! Well, I don't know… if I'm an actual hero… I-I mean, I don't want to sound conceited! Ah, ah! *shoves Warren in front of her* You go!
Warren: …I apologize for Elyon's weirdness. She's shy in front of strangers. Anyways, Yumi doesn't not and will not ever own Sky High. That would be quite terrifying.
Yumi: You little ass.
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Elyon Reneta sat quietly on her bed and watched her two cousins training outside her bedroom window. Zane was throwing around fireballs at metal targets. The sound was loud and made Elyon's ears ring. Khori was swimming in the pond, never coming up for air. Elyon knew that he was probably fighting off the piranhas that he desperately wanted. Why he would do that, she didn't know. She was just jealous of them.
When a person is born in the Reneta clan, they have the abilities of fire, earth, and water. Elyon was still at that stage, even though she was going to be a freshman in high school. Now, having three elements at your finger tips sounds better than one, but in the Reneta family, one element was best. Once a Reneta got older, there was an Adulthood Ceremony and they discovered their true element. Since they were older, Zane and Khori had already gone through the process and found what element they were. However, they pretty much already knew what element they were most comfortable with before the actual ceremony.
That was Elyon's problem. She really didn't know which element she fit with. None of them really called her name. Her ceremony was to be held on her sixteenth birthday, which she dreaded every day. She wasn't like her older cousins. They, like the other Reneta clan members, were much more advanced than she. She felt like the runt of the family, and sometimes feared that she wouldn't ever find her true element. What if I just don't have one? What if I'm just not good enough?
"Hey, Ely, it looks like your spacing out again," someone whispered as they poked the back of her calves, which was her secret ticklish spot. "I win again."
Startled that someone had come in the room without her knowing, Elyon squealed and scooted back, resulting in her falling off the bed. She placed a hand on her chest and let out a shaky breath. She had never been one to notice her surroundings and was the target of most surprises. Knowing all too well who had been the mastermind of this surprise attack, she peeked out from the bed and looked straight into the dark brown eyes of her childhood friend, Warren Peace, who was leaning on her door. His smirk showed that he was pleased with her reaction.
"Warren, that wasn't funny," she said with a slight pout as she rose to her feet. "You could've given me a heart attack."
Warren snorted and sat down on the bed, motioning for her to join him. He looked dangerous with his black leather jacket and his dark hair with red streaks, but to Elyon, he was a closet pushover. Something Warren didn't like to advertise. "I don't think that's ever happened to anyone, Ely."
She plopped onto the bed next to him and huffed. "Well, it could've happened. Stop doing that to me. You know I don't like that."
He tugged on a strand of her long black hair and laughed. "And miss your reactions? No way. I'll pass."
Elyon scrunched up her nose and pulled her hair away from him. "You're a jerk, Warren Peace. That's why you're going to die all alone," she said with a slight smile.
Warren pulled her into his arms and laughed even more. "How can I be alone when I have little Elyon Reneta at my side?" He said in an amused tone. Warren had enjoyed teasing her ever since they were young. He found that she was one of those people you couldn't go a day without poking a little fun at them. She was an easy target.
She struggled to escape his strong grip due to the fact that her body temperature was rising. He was hot. Not literally, although he was quite attractive, but because he had the power of fire just like Zane.
"You're getting too hot!" Elyon whined as she squirmed. "Lemme go!"
He winked and said, "Why thank you. So are you."
Elyon sighed and willed herself to go into Aqua mode. Her sleek black hair turned blue and her eyes went from a bright green to a royal purple. Her nails shimmered a pale lilac color. After her mini transformation, she immediately spat water in Warren's face. He released her and promptly wiped his face with the sleeve of his jacket.
"Elyon, would you quit it? I hate it when you spit water at me! It's disgusting!" He snapped.
"Then you stop assaulting me, Hothead."
He realized what she was getting at and rolled his eyes. His temper went down immensely. No matter what they did, he could never truly get mad at Ely. It was almost dealing with a little kid. "No deal, Ely," he said with a grin.
"What! Oh, come on, Warr! Please?" She begged.
"No amount of pleading will make me reconsider," he said.
"You're such a jerk, Warr. I can't believe I have to go through four years of school with you," she said, pretending that she was annoyed.
"Yeah, starting tomorrow, hell is your home."
"Tell me about it."
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The next day, Warren waited patiently for Elyon at the bus stop. She tended to be late for everything, but it was kind of important for her to be on time. Flying buses didn't tend to wait. He held out his hand and looked at his watch. If she came in the next five minutes, he figured that she'd probably make it. If not, then she'd have to find some other way to get to Sky High.
To occupy himself, he made a few tiny wisps of flames at his fingertips. To normal people, they thought it was a neat parlor trick, which some blonde lady dressed in Prada thought as she walked passed him. She clapped delightedly and gave him ten bucks, which he hesitantly took. She walked away before he could give it back to her, which he found amazing seeing as she was in practically eight inch heels.
"Warren!" Elyon said as she ran down the street towards him. She was clearly in a hurry and bumped into not one but five people on her way there. She frantically apologized to each one, and it looked like she was going to cry. Warren knew that she was deathly shy around people she didn't know.
When she finally reached the bus stop, she accidentally rammed into Warren. She was a lot lighter, and, unfortunately, bounced off and landed on the ground. Looking down at his friend, he noticed that her socks were two different colors and her tunic shirt was on backwards. He pulled Elyon to her feet and pointed out her oddities.
"Did you dress in the dark again?" He asked with a snarky grin.
She groaned when she noticed what he was pointing at. "I knew this would happen."
Warren tugged on the grey-colored fabric. "Don't worry. You can fix it on the bus," he replied calmly.
"Yeah, I'm actually early for the bus this time!" Elyon chirped.
"On time, yes. Early, no," he said as a yellow school bus stopped near them.
Put a sock in it, Hothead," she muttered, though it was half hearted. Elyon felt that nervous feeling when she laid eyes on all the students that would be riding on the bus with her. She rarely talked to anyone outside of the family. Warren was pretty much the only exception. Strangers made her a little squeamish. She was never too fond of meeting new people, but neither was Warren. He'll stick with me. After all, we are close friends. I won't have to worry about him leaving me for other people.
The door whipped open and a cheerful man greeted them and introduced himself as Dan.
"Come on, Sidekick," Warren said coolly as he boarded onto the bus, obviously ignoring the bus driver. Dan didn't seem to mind.
"Oh, ah, coming," Elyon quietly said as she hurried to get on with him. The two of them walked towards the back of the bus, so Elyon could get her shirt on the right way without anyone around to see her. As they went, she thought that everyone was staring at her. Are they looking at my shirt? Do they know it's backwards? Or… maybe they're looking at my socks… She looked up at Warren, and she was a little surprised to see him glaring at everyone. That's when she realized that it was Warren that everyone was gawking at. Warren was the son of a notorious villain named Baron Battle, who had been put in prison by the superhero called the Commander. Even to this day, he was a little touchy about it and never spoke much on the matter. Judging on the look of fear in everyone's eyes, they knew about his dad. Elyon felt a little ridiculous that she thought that they were looking at her.
She reached out and grabbed his hand gently. He didn't smile or frown, but when he squeezed her hand, she knew that he was fine with it.
"Thanks," he muttered as he led her to their seats. He let her sit down first and then sat next to her.
She looked at Warren for a moment. He had mixed emotions in his eyes, but she knew he wouldn't open up to her if it regarded his dad. She touched his shoulder, but he shrugged her off.
"Come on, let's get this on the right way," he said as he pulled her tunic shirt off. She had a black camisole underneath, so it was okay. Even so, she squeaked and covered her chest. He rolled his eyes. "Don't give me that. I already know what size you are anyways, Ms. 34 B."
Elyon gasped at the fact that he knew, but before she could say anything, he quickly pulled her shirt over her head. He smiled and hugged her small frame, which prevented her from getting irritated with him. She laughed and hugged him back. "I'm glad that you're going to be there with me. I don't know what I'd do without you, Warr."
He didn't reply, which was okay with her. She snuggled into his chest and soon fell asleep. Warren put an arm around his old friend's shoulders and looked out the window. He watched as the house went out of sight and was one of the few to stay calm when the bus started to take off into the air. He knew that it was a good that Elyon was asleep. She would have been freaking out about it. Pretty soon, they would reach school, which happened to be up above the clouds, hovering high in the sky. Warren though the pun on the name of the school was kind of lame, but whatever.
Yumi: That's all I want to do for now. Until Chapter two! Let me know what you think!
Warren: Don't feel pressured to review. This story sucks.
Yumi: … Shut up, Flame boy.