The Eagle's Flight

[Masaaki Keiji]

The sound of metal grinding against metal echoed in the empty alleyway, seperated into two sides by a fence, on which now a person was grinding on. The young man had long black hair that wavered gracefully in the wind, his red eyes looking forward. He was wearing a dark grey buttoned polo shirt with a unique red overcoat over that, the wing-look-alike tails of the overcoat wavering along with his hair. He was wearing two belts, one around his blue jeans and the other simply dangling around his waist. The bottom of his jeans was hidden by his black Air Treks. His Air Treks were personally designed and customised too. It was black with a silver wing design on each sides, the toes of the roller blades designed to look like an eagle's beak, the wheels white. The person had his hands in his pockets as he leaned forward slightly, his right foot in front of his left as he grind on the top of the fence.

Masaaki Keiji, the Black Eagle. The Black Eagle was an alias given to him by some group of riders in another city, but he carried it here as he moved in. It seemed at Air Treks were rather popular here too, much to Keiji's happiness. Then, he reached the end of the alleyway, bending his knees for a moment, before straightening them, jumping off into the air, executing a 360 turn and a forward flip at the same time, before landing smoothly, continuing on his ride while keeping his hands in his pockets. He now found himself on top of a hill, the railings on his right with the rest of the city behind those railings. Keiji took this moment to stop, turning towards the railings. Rolling forward, he stopped once more, this time right behind the railings. Adjusting his feet position so that he would not move from the spot, he let out a sigh as he eyed the view.

The wind blew at his face, his once-stationary hair and overcoat wavering once more as he closed his eyes, letting the cooling wind blow straight at his face. A smile grew on his face. His hands stayed in his pocket, his overcoat wavering behind him like wings, especially when the tails of his overcoat was designed to look like wings. The Black Eagle had arrived. And it was time for the predator to hunt.

[A k i t o]

Seeing a man just like an eagle, Akito followed him. He became quite good at Air Tracks recently. He has been riding all over the cities and town, trying to master it. He learned how to fly with Air Tracks just like Agito did.

Akito followed the man. He looks like an eagle and was thinking to be friends. He hoped and jumped. He was not really quite good at it and thought that it might be a good chance to practice by chasing him.

Riding and riding, not noticing, he was already arrived on a Hill Top.
Akito walked to the man trying to approach him. He's hand was in his pocket. Akito walked quietly to his position and speaks out.
"Hi! What Team are you?" Akito asked happily. He hoped that he could become friends with him. He looked at the man.

[Masaaki Keiji]

"Hi! What Team are you?"

Keiji turned his head, finding himself looking at a rather young boy on Air Tracks too. The 18-year-old applied pressure on one leg, a single Air Track switching on as he turned himself to face the newcomer, before releasing the pressure and stopping once more on the spot. Teams, eh? Keiji had heard of them. Teams of at least 5 Storm Riders would participate with each other in the Parts Wars as they climb up the ranks, E being the lowest and A the highest. Keiji never really participated in the Parts War, though he did participate on unofficial one-on-one matches, which of course was rather simple, considering it was always dash. Concentrating on the conversation at hand now, he replied simply.

"Nah, I ain't got any team."

Keiji smiled, any hostility one would see in him immediately disappearing. One would easily find confinement in the young handsome man's smile, though that smile belonged the considerably formidable opponent, especially his kicking. His feet muscles were stronger than his arm muscles, as he had noticed. Must have been some kind of muscular growth mutation during puberty, who knows?

"Why do you ask?"

[A k i t o]

"Why do you ask?" The man said.

"Well, nothing! You fly like an eagle so I followed you! Whats your name?" Akito asked. A silent breeze blew up to Akito. Leaving some leaves plucked out from the tree. "If you want, maybe, we can have a parts war!" Akito said happily.

[Masaaki Keiji]

An Eagle?

Keiji let out a chuckle. He flew like an eagle. That was rather unusual as eagles were rarely seen in Japan. How'd this boy knew how an eagle flies? Keiji simply got the nickname due to how he attacked with his talons and how the design of his ATs came from America, which held the American Bald Eagle. Now, what was Keiji's name? Heh, that was a rather weird question to ask himself. Giving the smaller boy a smile, he opened his mouth to speak.

"My name's Keiji. Masaaki Keiji."

A parts war? Weren't parts war team-based? Or did he want a one-on-one Parts war? Well, considering that Keiji just joined this Parts War thing, he was still considered E-Class. He had the riding ability of a higher class, though. He was just not sure which class. Giving the younger boy a smile and a nod, he shrugged as he looked out at the view in front of them.

"Sure, why not. I don't really have much things to do anyway. What do we do? And what's your name?"

[A k i t o]

"Sure, why not. I don't really have much things to do anyway. What do we do? And what's your name?" The man said. "Did I say having a parts war now? I think I have...how about a team one?" Akito asked. Well, maybe the man is not prepared yet so Akito will make that a few days later.

"So, you want to go to the Cafe or anything?" Akito asked.

[Masaaki Keiji]

Not now, eh? Whoever this kid was, he seemed to have bad memory. The first thing that he had told him was that Keiji had no team at all and he was challenging him to a team Parts War. Keiji could only smile awkwardly, utterly confused at the younger male. The 18-year-old then flinched as he heard the word cafe. He never really liked coffee, nor the smell of it. It clouded his mind and gave him a temporary boost of energy, which he never really liked. That would have to be a no, but he was going to say it in a more polite way. It'll be best.

"Good idea, but how about we..."

At that, he bent his knees, straightening them as he leapt upwards slightly, leaning his body to the side to shift himself in mid-air. Then, he landed on the railings. He did not have to switch on his Air Tracks to move as gravity pulled on him, moving him away from the boy. Giving the blue-haired boy a smile, he continued.

"...Ride?"

[A k i t o]

[glow=red,2,300]"Ride..." The words echoed in Akito's mind. "Sure!" he quickly replied. "Agito ride with him okay?" Akito whispered in his mind. "Fine." Agito agreed. Seems like he is in a pretty bad mood.

Akito switched the Eye Patch. Agito looked around the environments. "Where to?" asking like a Taxi Driver. He, put his hands inside he pockets and was ready to race as well. [/glow]