Hikaru
Let life drift by like a wave. With his eyes closed he drifted along in the harsh waters, his crimson hair trailing behind him. In a moment green eyes opened and he felt his heartbeat. A rushing, roaring sound could be heard. It was coming to swallow him whole. A crackling resonated right next to him. His baggy clothes he noticed were washed away from him. Well, at least he had an excuse to be naked. With a determined look he turned around and looked at the incoming wave. Voices seemed to resonate in his head. "Hikaru! You spend too much time in the water! You'll shrivel up! Come shopping with me and we'll raid the town!" It was a pretty girl with blonde hair. No, not pretty, stunning, beautiful.
"Hikaru… I uh, I made you a cake. Happy birthday. Uh- uhm by the way. If you're ever at the beach and a huge wave is coming…"
"Don't give in!" The blonde girl chimed in, interrupting the amazingly handsome and cute black haired guy.
"Relax your body and don't try to swim up if the wave is still on top…"
"Do a sixteen hit combo and use your willpower to bust through like blah!"
"Take note of your surroundings like reefs and avoid them…"
"Shout like ORAAAA and then keep on swimming! But also become a master of the ocean and let the waves do your bidding!"
They kept on talking and Hikaru sat there smiling then he came back to his senses. He was in a smaller body. He was Hikaru a college freshman. That was all that he remembered except for some beautiful faces and voices that filled him with power and helplessness. A whirlpool. Those two. He cared more for them than he cared for himself. With a single tear he thought of how he was separated from them. Then with resolve he figured, he just needed to find them.
The words flowed through his head and he ducked underwater with a relaxed body. Looked around. Perfect. There was land, shore. After the first wave he pushed forward. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. "ORAAAAA!" His body seemed to jump out of the water as he swam. The current was with him. The wave was carrying him now. It was cold, the moon shone on his back.
After what seemed to be hours his strength still wasn't sapped. The same words repeating in his head gave him strength. He counted his breaths in sixteenths. Kept everything in mind and his heart, although raging inside beat calm. Finally he washed ashore and stood up immediately. He put his hands on his hips as he swayed right. With a little slap he smiled. "I did it."
Looking forward he saw quite a young man in his twenties looking at him. In another second he threw him a pair of trunks. "Yo bro. That was some wicked swimming."