"What do you mean it can't buy this katana?!?" You violently yelled at the man running the store.
"Look lady, you're under 18, it's not even legal!"
"Yada yada. You're a shitty salesman you know! It's obvious that you work on commission, and based off of the condition of this fucking store, you aren't getting many customers. So in that case, I'll take that one."
"You want it in a box or bag?"
"Bag." He handed you the $120 sword and out of spite, you handed him twenty dollars and left without a single word more. You hopped up the side of a building like a badass. As you latched onto some of the ladders and drain pipes, you were able to leave the bag behind, attach the sheath to your skinny jeans, and hold the katana in your right hand. You ended up on top of an apartment building, only slightly sweating from the hot Texas sun.
"This isn't your roof. This is practically property owned by the Striders." You turned around to see a blond haired boy with some sick shades.
"I care why?" You smirked.
"I'm battling with my bro, babe. It isn't the safest place to be."
"And once again why do I care?"
"Your choice. You've been warned." He coolly stated as you stepped closer.
"And I'm so scared." You said when suddenly you felt a fast presence behind you and stopped the blade with your hand. "Man, that's one shitty katana. I'm 16 and I have a better one than you. That's kind of sad." You chuckled and automatically started fighting with the seemingly violent white capped man. You easily took him down and started walking towards the edge of the building.
"Wow, it's been a long time hasn't it, Y/N." The guy in shades said.
"Dave, I barely recognised you." You said and hopped off of the building, doing some seriously sick parkour. Little did you know that you left that shaded guy blushing like an idiot.
