Up a river without a paddle

The sun was blazing down as the long summer day drudged on, the dry heat making it seem like someone had absorbed all of the moisture in the air into a sponge and then replaced it with a fine dust; the unbearable heat draining one of their ability to breathe correctly. The wide city streets and walkways were desolate like no other day from the extreme heat wave that had suddenly struck down upon the dreary little town. All were inside trying to stay cool save for but a few teenagers. They must have figured that while school was out for the summer they may as well take advantage of what the majority of the populous would rather have tossed away for even but a minute or two of cool weather or even better yet— rain. It was already three weeks into summer vacation for these kids, and just before school had ended the heat washed over the entirety of the town as if it were a current washing over a few small rocks in a stream.

A bit of a ways away from the more industrialized portion of the town there was a river with a park just teeming with life; on one side of the park lay a lush forest area, while on the other there was a great flowing river with a large portion of it in an eerie calm that allowed for perfect wading conditions. A good deal of people were scattered throughout the park to try and take advantage of the slightly cooled area and still get out in the sun. one older couple was walking they're chocolate lab, a dashing young man probably in his twenties was sprawled across his towel trying to tan, and a few younger kids were playing in the water. However the forest land with being even as silent as it seemed was teeming with activity as well.

"You'll never catch me at this rate!" Rang the exasperated yell of a slender teenage boy who appeared to be about seventeen years old, clad in all black. As he ran through the forest area- kicking off of rocks that quickly appeared in his path so that he might get a speed and distance boost –he grabbed a fairly strong branch and then jumped up a bit, twisting his body so that he would spin around and with a quick pull and flick of his wrist, a loud crack resonated throughout the dense forest area, quickly being muffled by the surroundings. He continued in his spin and looked back after taking a great leap from a rock that rose about three feet above the ground. "If you're just going to keep at whatever speed your at right now then why do I even bother running on ahead?" And with that said in mid air in a very loud and slightly deep voice he kicked off of a rocks that were low to the ground and then one that rose a bit higher up, jumping to a tree and thrusting himself from it with all of his might- stick in hand –and flew or so it seemed back towards his pursuer. Before they knew it they had to come to a sliding halt and brought both arms up in a cross over they're face so as to block the incredibly fast downward slash that the person who had just rocketed back at them dished out to them. It connected hard and the pursuer let out a shrill yelp of pain and then slid back.

Panting a bit, a tinge of pain filling his arms with a burning heat, the pursuer dropped his arms and smiled a bit. "Honestly I don't know how you do it" he said in a higher tone than the person he was pursuing "no matter how many times I go up against you Yukomo, you always have something up your sleeve!" and with that said he tossed a rock underhanded and with great speed at Yukomo, and then kicked up a larger rock and a third of roughly the same size as the second and with two quick kicks he sent them careening towards that of which he confronted.

Yukomo wielding the stick now more like a sword swatted the first rock away and then using that same momentum spun his body around as quickly as he could and slashed into the second rock- a loud crunch-like noise could be heard almost all of the way out of the forest area –and he continued to spin around at an even greater speed and slammed the third rock to the ground. The rock bounced up and he reached out and snatched it while it was still airborne, slipping it inside his pocket. A smug little smirk stretched across his face "end game Renos!" He said as he stepped forward, placing his 'sword' in its imaginary sheave. However the situation for Renos was a much, much different case.

Renos's eyes widened and he barely dodged the oncoming rock that seemed almost to be a meteor. Yukomo walked gingerly towards Renos with a bit of a sway in his step as he maneuvered through the rough terrain, his arms swinging at his sides ever so slightly and he allowed the stick he was previously wielding to drop to the ground as he moved. Renos let out a bit of a laugh and turned when Yukomo reached him and then walked out of the forest together side by side and into the sunlight. There was a rough breeze about the area that blew the fallen and tainted leaves to and fro, moving as if they were dancing in the wind, and the shimmering rays of the sun enveloped the area completely.

Although, it wouldn't have mattered how light it was for Yukomo, for he was adorned in his normal all black outfit: black lace less leather shoes that had a squared off and wide toe, tight fitting black jeans that covered his black socks, a black button up polo shirt in an interesting pattern that was soft yet bumpy to the touch with all but the bottom most button buttoned up, and of course one black cotton arm warmer- on his right arm of course -that had black chains and cone spikes placed upon it in various locations. He had white hair- obviously bleached, but done well- that had bangs that hung down about two inches below his brow, and the hair on the back of his head flowed down nicely to about his shoulders, if not about an inch lower. His counterpart however- Renos –was almost completely the opposite. Renos was clad in a lot of black as well, but his outfit was very different; between his black leather combat boots, his deep red jeans, his long shirt that was black with red trim and the words 'chaos is peace, and peace is chaos' emblazoned upon the front of it in a white and jagged large font, the sleeves were white with black cuffs that went right up to his wrists, and his black hat with the Japanese symbols for the word chaos in white upon a hard sheet of grey steel. The bangs of his blazing natural red hair moved ever so slightly in the wind, and the medium length hair that fell down his neck from under his hat swayed in the wind as well.

Yukomo walked slowly to the edge of the land just before it hit the now raging river and let out a heavy sigh, gazing off into the distance. He thought he heard something and as he turned around to see what was happening it was too late, and someone who had a grudge on him for one little fight that they lost slammed they're shoulder into him before he could do anything. As Yukomo fell into the swift current clutching at where he had been hit, the attacker just laughed at the misfortune, his wide chest raising and lowering as he did. Renos ran over to the river in a panic and stopped in a fear stricken awe until he realized that there was laughing coming from his far left and he jerked his head only to see the person who had sent his friend into the river. "Serves that little bitch right! Fucking goth, they all deserve to die." Renos just stared on at the pompous jerk in amazement at his stupidity and cruelty, and then rushed him. Performing a sweeping kick he knocked him off his feet, and then pushed up quickly and kicked him with all his might in the groin, kicking his side quickly so he would spin. Renos spun himself about and jumped up above the body and then stomped down, knocking the embarrassment to all teenagers down with great speed and force and putting his entire body weight on his targets chest, causing him to cough up blood.

"That should teach you to never mess with someone out of a petty grudge" Renos said in a valiant tone as he turned to walk away "and if he really is dead, count on me returning the favor!" and with that he walked off, holding back tears from fear of his friends possible death.