Post by akuma on Oct 16, 2005 5:50:09 GMT
Again Akuma walked out to the long spread of water and to a deep breath inhaling the scent of pine, mold, and water before going on to wards it his eyes holding a slight twinkle of delight at the sight of the place he had spent so many wonderful hours a half year before. He then found the thing he had been searching for, the rock, his[i/] rock, placed several feet above the water and yet put out far enough from shore to make it a wonderful diving platform. He promptly and without much hesitation half stumbled half walked down the slope to it with a slight grin on his face, the kind you get when about to see a friend you haven't seen in awhile, of course, that was exactly what it was, his friend, amongst all this down the nose attitude there was a secure anchor he could place his body in times of stress and in times of relaxation. When he got there he peeled off his shirt reveling a array of scars across his back, sides, and shoulders, and then flopped down on his back against the surprisingly warm rock friend. He then closed his eyes and thought of how easy and carefree everything was when you didn't have to worry about the world.
