At the Top of the Mountain

"Look, we're almost there!" a teenage girl shouted to the winds, the harsh breezes coming on her swiftly. Mostly that was because she was high up in the mountain. Her white skirt flew up, but she felt cold enough to wear her cargo pants underneath. Talk about changing her style finally. She threw he arms, and closed her eyes, accepting the wind that rushed over her. Perched on a jutting protruding rock on top of the mountain, she stayed in that position for only five seconds and came back down, looking over her shoulder in slight concern.

"Was the climb alright?" Sayonara asked, worrily to another girl of the same age more on the bottom of the perch.

She coughed a bit, her face becoming a slight bluish color; the winding trails were getting to her, as well the atmosphere. But trying to be discreet, she brushed her black blouse to clean off wrinkles. "How on earth do you have that much energy?"

"I'm not sure," she shrugged, replying to the younger girl's question. Then, she hooked a hand onto her friend's arm and dragged her on top of the promontary. "Look at the sights! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

The sunrise's blue and white colors spread out, the round white orb spreading it's rays. Ohayo only smiled at her friend's excitement. "It really is. It was worth it."

From her rather acute hearing (pessimism probably made it worse), Ohayo's regularly round pupils slit at the sound of the two boy's voices, her hand wanting to stray towards her katana. Sayo noticed also, probably from her friend's uneasiness. She brushed her silvery hair back, and placed her hand on Fukô's hilt.

The older girl's posture lessened slightly when the source was only two boys, kidding and joking around. But no one kidded and joked around on the top of the mountain, so they had to have some ulterior motive.

Or they were just kids and wanted to play. Still. They couldn't provide a big enough threat, at all.

"What are you doing here?" Sayonara almosted barked at them, wary examining their movements.

The two girls were awkwardly silent, both sweat-dropping at the display. They did not expect them to act so... cool and all. They did not expect them to show off either. The boys' wings had swepted rapidly out, practically for no reason.

Sayonara had reasons that she thought they were both idiots. Ohayo had reasons to believe that they were both after her, and immediately drew her sword out to full length, stepping back as one of the boys advanced on her.

Yes, while the girls might be slightly pretty, the latter had no desire to begin to trust. The former just shrugged and glared at them, almost as if to say, 'Cut the theatrics. We're not "interested."'

"So, what are you doing here?" she repeated, deciding to keep a firm grip on her katana.

[Well, I dunno. :3 They could've landed elsewhere, facing the sunset. xP I don't really care. :3 They met, yah.]

Sayonara blinked. They were...willing to go? Oh, she can demand them to go now; they cna't back off. Any sneezely little thing like all of the male population could just turn around and not bother them any more. But Sayonara liked a challenge. She liked fighting her way out not just asking them to leave. A devillish smile crept onto her face as she tightened her grip on her sword.

Ohayo pulled her sword into the same position that her friend did. She eyes softened; she didn't like fighting too much on the offence. Here, she would pull of a defense if any of the two came advancing again.

"If you really want to stay," the older girl said almost casually, with a hint of malliciousness, "Then, you would accept my challenge. Defeat me, and you may try."

Ohayo was freaked now. She did NOT know how the boy knew her name. She didn't say a single word. She braced her left hand on the blunt edge of her sword, which was now, unfortunately, drawn out. Backing off warily, her eyes wandered from the boy who had called her and the other who wanted to fight, and finally Sayonara.

In a quick flash, the girl disappeared from view, but she had not superspeed, she knew. Sayonara only dashed onto the land even across of the boy, leaving Ohayo on top of the perch. She left her sword still inside the sheathe, her violet pupils on her opponent. Especially on the firey sword.

Inside her mind, she ran through her thoughts. 'This guy must relaly be desperate if he really wants me. Stupid enough to fight too. Obviously, he would pretty much win. But that is not to say...

I cheat?' That thought only made her grin grow bigger.

"Your move, unless you would let me?"