And when all all that's left is pain

William loved the wind. He loved the feeling of it brushing through his hair-which was getting rather long lately, he should really get it cut by someone, perhaps Warrior would be willing to do it, his swords are certainly sharp enough and he really can't be bothered to go to the barber shop and...

Hey, Warrior, how are you with haircuts? he turned around, twisting the upper part of his body as if it was made of rubber. He ran all the way here from school, which counted as a decent exercise these days, and now all of his muscles were relaxed, and his joints loose, allowing him to twist and turn as much as he would.

The creature gave him a blank look that spoke volumes, usually starting with 'I know that I'm supposed to protect you, but right now, I would really like to kill you'.

Ok, so that's a no. he said, chuckling, before turning back towards the sea again. How about you, teach? he spoke to Azrael, who was sitting beside him on the edge, looking at the sea.

Ah, thanks, but no thanks. William said, laughing and drawing his fingers through his hair. I guess I'll just have to make time to go to the shop one of these days... He jumped up to his feet, shaking the sand out of weird places it has somehow reached while he was sitting, and started taking of his shirt. I wanna go for a swim. he said, his shirt getting stuck around his head. Damn. A little help here? Warrior sighed, stepping forward and pulling the boy out of his clothes. William wavered, losing his balance, before he let himself fall right back on his but. Gee, thanks. What would you have done if I have by some chance asked to kill me?, he said, looking up at the creature. I believe then there would be no need to save your head. the creature answered, chuckling beneath its mask. William sighed, offering his hand to Warrior to help him back up on his feet. Hmpfh.

You coming with me by any chance? the boy asked, half turned towards his teacher. Water should be nice. Never mind that it's still winter and all. It's sunny outside. he laughed, knowing that the water would be ice cold, but he didn't care.

Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, old man. William laughed, snickering a bit, even though he knew that Azrael was probably right. He just didn't care. He never cared, not for rules, or what you should and shouldn't do. He just did, and consequences be damned.

Once he reached the water, he threw himself forward, immediately diving beneath the waves, as here, there was no shallow water, only the deep ocean floor. He held his breath for as long as he could, reaching almost to the bottom, before he shot for the surface, and the much needed air.

Once he was breathing normally again, he turned around to see Warrior and Spirit watching him, but no sign of Azrael. Shrugging his shoulders to himself, he waved to his spirits, before he dived off again. Once again, he almost reached to bottom before his air supply run out. He turned so he could get back to the surface, and then he saw a shark. His heart stopped for a moment, before it started beating like crazy against his ribcage.

He stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do, but with his lungs demanding air more and more with every second. Thus, as it seemed that the shark hasn't noticed him yet, he floated softly to the surface, before he tried swimming to the shore. However, once there, he realised that he has never seen a shark here before, and that there was no sign to warn swimmers against them. And suddenly Azrael's disappearenc started to seem suspicious.

Hell yeah! William laughed, swimming around him so he could grab his fin, shifting his body so his feet could find the slick back of the shark, trying to gain ground so he could stand up, laughing like an idiot. Damn, this already feels great. Good idea, teach! he said, standing up, and tilting his head backwards, his wet hair flying all around his head because of the wind. Move, move, move, move, moveeeee., he started jumping up and down, insisting that the shark moved, acting like a three year old child.

He is definitely crazy. Spirit sighed, casting one last look at the two men, before he went to sleep. The weather was nice, the beach was warm, there was really no way he was to stay awake. Which one? Warrior wondered, before he too closed his eyes.

You, teach, are the best. William said, breathing heavily as he sat on the wet sand, his hair sticking to his face and neck, his eyes opened wide and a bit red in the corners from being opened for too long under water, his body still wet and his muscle slightly shivering because of the slight wind that suddenly started blowing. He sighed, basking in the sun, the wet sand sticking all over him as he lied down and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Then, he flipped over his head and ran for Azrael's clothes. It took some time to find it as he wasn't sure where the teacher had turned, but, in the end, there weren't that many bushes around.

Here. he said, putting the clothes near the edge of the water. We don't want ya scaring all those pretty ladies by parading around naked, do we? he laughed, his body tired like it hasn't been in ages, but his mind at ease, basking lazili in all the fun he had had. Ah, this feels great.