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Seaduce Me: Damien the Little Merman Part 3

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Characters from Seduce me the otome, Created by Michaela Laws @vamichaelalaws Damien originally portrayed by Jonah Scott @immrtransistor @loveydoveydollo3o shout out to a reader who showed interest in new chapters

Seaduce Me: Damien the little Merman/Siren [ Part 1 ] [Part 2]

Part 2: Chapter 11- Chapter 14

Chapter 11 Wandering Free

“Woo, Look at that view.” With an impressed whistle, Matthew held a hand above his head to shade his eyes from the light of the sun and stared out to the horizon and the seemingly endless blue ocean before them, with only some rock formations here and there peeking out of the water.

“Wow…that looks so beautiful….” Damien couldn't help but agree. It was even more beautiful than he had imagined from Mr. Anderson's thoughts, stories and memories. Now out of the cove, the six of them could now see the vast blue sky above them as well. Clouds floated lazily, drifting high in the air overhead.

“Why don't you boys go for a swim? Test the waters and have a little fun.” Harold Anderson suggested as he made his way over to the back of his ship. All of them seemed to like the idea. But, before anyone could do anything, Matthew had decided to have a little fun of his own and splashed Sam with a big wave of water from his tail before challenging his older brother. “Race ya to that rock Sam! Try and keep up!” Taking advantage of the distraction from his splash attack he dove into the water speeded away with a head start. “HEY! Oh you're one ya little pipsqeak!” Sam smirked and chased after him beneath the waves. James and Erik followed, to make sure those two didn't get into too much trouble.

Damien stayed behind watching them and too content taking everything in to join in just yet. He swam to the back of the boat to meet his human friend to talk with him alone as he descended down a small set of steps that stopped just above the water. He took off his shoes on the deck and rolled up his pant legs, sitting on the step and dipping his legs in the water. After a moment, he pat the empty space beside him, silently expressing to Damien an invitation to sit with him, who happily accepted the offer.

Damien hauled himself onto the low step and turned to sit side by side. “Thank you….Thank you so much for all you have done. I…I don't know how I and my brothers could ever repay you…you saved our lives.”

“It was my pleasure to help a friend in need. You don't owe me anything. All I care about now is that you are safe and happy…oh, by the way, I have your last gift right here. Hm. Close your eyes, and hold out your hands.” Damien wasn't so sure, but obeyed. He couldn't read the other's thoughts as to what he planned to do, as he seemed to be good at blocking and evading his powers when he wanted to. After a moment, something soft and light was placed in his hands, and his eyes slowly fluttered open to gaze upon the gift. It was a small furry stuffed kitten, its fur was pure white and its beaded eyes were a beautiful shade of cyan, with a velvety light grey nose and stitched on curved smile with little thin white wiry whiskers. It even had soft padded pink paws. It didn't seem magical or able to do anything. But it was fluffy and cute, and that was enough for him. Damien hugged it close to his chest and pet over its form. All of a sudden…everything seemed to finally hit him…he was free…he was safe …he was in the human world. And he was his brother…a true family. Nearly everything he could ever wish for. His body trembled and water leaked from his eyes. “W…what is this? W…what's happening?” He put a hand to his cheek, wiping the droplets in confusion and overwhelming confusing emotions.

“No need to worry…those are tears …it is completely natural. When our emotions are heightened, it is our body's way to get those feelings out…sorrow, anger,...and joy. These seem to be the latter.” Harold lifted a hand to Damien's face and gently and ever so tenderly wiped his tears away…and then did something very unexpected. He carefully pulled Damien close to him and held him in a loving comforting embrace, a hug. This was the breaking point. He could no longer contain it. He gripped onto the sleeves of his human friend, his newfound father figured and sobbed into his shoulders, overwhelmed with emotions and a feeling that for once in his life, everything is, and will be okay, if not better. The old man simply held him, letting the boy let it all out as he rubbed his back and shushed him soothingly.

At the same time, Damien could feel energy from the hold flow into him. The first energy of unconditional love he had ever received outside of his brothers, it felt nice…warm. He had never felt more safe and secure than he had in that moment. Finally, when Damien had exhausted himself and the well of tears had dried up he pulled away with a shaky exhale and then a deep rejuvenating breath in. He never got tired of that feeling of clean air dancing in his lungs as he took a deep breath.

Suddenly, overhead, the sound of sweet mellifluous coos sounded as two white doves circled above them before landing on each opposite shoulder of their master. Damien leaned away in timid caution, which only made the bird's owner softly laugh. “Do not be afraid, these are my friends. On the left is Columbia, and the right is Pax. They are my pets, and mates to one another. They are harmless and very friendly.” Harold held out a finger between himself and his frightened siren friend and gave a short whistle. At the command, Pax fluttered off the shoulder and perched on the outstretched finger. “Would you like to pet him?” Damien gave a small nod and slowly raised his hand to stroke the birds back, which gave a gratified coo in response. At the positive reaction, the tension in Damien vanished and was replaced with a restrained elation. Columbia, always a bit more forward, flew up and perched on Damien's shoulder and rubbed her head under his neck affectionately. “She likes you! Ha ha!” Damien couldn't help but let out a giggle as the feathers and playful rubbing tickled under his chin. “Ah ha ha ha!” With another whistle both birds returned to the shoulders of their human and stayed there.

“Why don't you go and join your brothers. I have to write to my darling Mika, to let her know I will return home soon. We can all catch up a bit later. Alright. Take some time to enjoy yourself and be with your family. You have earned it.” Damien nodded and then stretched. Afterwards, placing his cute kitten toy onto the deck, facing to where his brothers were playing around so it could watch him safe and sound and dove back into the water to spend some quality time with his brothers for the first time, as true equals, without anyone to tell them otherwise. As Harold watched him go off, his smile faltered slightly. He summoned a walking cane in his hand and used it to hoist himself onto his feet. He did not want to show weakness in front of the boys, or how much the spell to bring them here had taken a toll on him. He stood and rubbed under one of the doves chins before heading back to the deck.

The rest of the day went on, well, swimmingly! Matthew and Damien went exploring, finding seashells and chasing after small schools of fish.. Erik half lay on a large rock protruding halfway out of the water. Laying on his stomach as he sunbathed, his tentacles swaying loosely in the water as he did. James had taken to reading from his new magical book of knowledge on various subjects as he glanced up from the pages from time to time to watch his brothers relax and enjoy themselves. Sam was practicing Tai Chi with Mr. Anderson, listening to his instruction and following his movements from the water as best he could as he watched his human coach from the deck of his ship.

Soon enough though, the day began to wane. Matthew and James were called over to the ship to assist with dinner, to help prepare the ingredients, as they had shown interest in the process of cooking. Erik was given some fabrics to experiment with to practice his sewing. Sam however, was sitting by himself on a sea rock, staring out into the horizon as the Sky began to change colors with the twilight. Damien swam over to join him, sitting beside him and looked out to the setting sky with him. The clouds and sky which were white and blue only an hour ago were now tinted with shades of pink, orange, purple, red and yellow, blending together all at once. “Pretty sight huh? I didn't expect the human world to be so…pretty.” Damien turned at his statement, but kept his eyes on the view with a very soft amazement in his eyes. “Yeah….it really is…Sam? Thank you…Thank you for always protecting me. And for convincing James to come with us. I know we all have our own reasons for wanting to come. But you came to be with us…and I'm happy you did.”

Sam only glanced back and nodded, but Damien could tell he appreciated the sentiment in his mind, even if he would not say it aloud. “Couldnt let you have all the fun in the sun now could I?” He gave his little brother a simple but not too hard smack on the back. “And besides. I'm looking forward to seeing you get all hot and bothered when we finally run into your little crush.” At this unexpected comment Damien's cheeks went red and looked away, trying to act nonchalant. “I…have no idea what you're talking about…”

It was not very convincing. Sam let out a large chortle. “Right, yeah, you might be the mind reader among us, but I've seen the way you carry around that little doll of Anderson's granddaughter and your little subtle love notes and little gifts snuck into his letters to her. You're not as slick as you think.” With a sly smirk Sam poked Damien's forehead with his pointer finger in a teasing way, which was met by Damien slapping his hand away with a flustered and frustrated pout on his face.

“Sam! Damien! Dinner's ready! If you don't come get it I'm going to eat both of your portions!” Matthew called out to the two of them to call them to eat. “Like hell you will runt!” Sam immediately dove into the water as he went straight to the boat, Damien was just happy to have a distraction from the previous conversation. They were all plated scrumptious smelling and mouthwatering plates of Chicken Fettuccine alfredo. Pasta in a creamy cheese sauce with perfectly cut slices of chicken topped with other seasoning which only increased the flavor of the dish. Each and every one of the mermen were on cloud nine as they delved into the delicious meal that had been made just for them. After several second helpings they were all full and very satisfied. By the time they were done the sun had just set and night was upon them. They had been so busy eating they had only just noticed the darkness that was now falling.

As soon as all the plates has been picked clean and returned to the ship to be washed, Harold Anderson put out the lights in his ship cabin, and watched the reactions of his new wards to the unadulterated beauty of the night sky. The clouds from the day had long departed to leave a clear open sky. The light of the full moon shone and reflected off the water, as did the millions of stars that were scattered in the sky, pure and unsaturated by man-made light. The sirens had literal stars in their eyes as they couldn't tear their gaze away from the magnificence of the universe above them. It was absolutely breathtaking and left them all speechless. After a while of letting them absorb it all, Harold pointed to a group of stars. ”Right there, those bunch of stars, make up the constellation Capricorn. A constellation is a set of stars that make a pattern or shape and have a great lore tied to them. Just as James said. The gods did indeed put Pricus in the heavens, as the constellation.”

He could see the boys squint, trying to make out the picture the shape was supposed to make, taking the explanation a bit too seriously, which only made the old man chuckle softly. “Here. I will show you…Lux” with a deep breath and a tightened grip on his cane, he held out his other hand and a small orb of light began to form above his palm and grow bigger, he raised it up and it flew upwards from his hand higher and higher into the sky of stars before disappearing, but then, like a firework, the ball of light exploded into a ripple that spread across the endless scape of stars above them. Lines stretched from the stars to connect to another, connecting the dots to outline the constellations. A collective gasp arose from the waters where the brothers waded, but it was not over yet. After the patterns and shapes had been established, images formed around the constellations to match and embody the formations. There were so many different creatures, characters and objects now filling the sky. The Capricorn constellation now had the perfect intricate and clear image of a regal sea goat. From the curved wound horns to the fish tail and hooves it was vibrant and bright, almost real. And yet it was only one of many. Centaurs and scorpions, waterbearers and wolves and so much more.

For a time, Harold regaled the boys of the myths and legends of each, until tye tiredness of day finally and fully caught up to him. Hr stretched with a yawn. “I think it is time for me to retire for the night, you young ones may be able to stay up until dawn, but alas I can not. I need to sleep. However, I would recommend for you boys to give it a try yourselves. These waters are safe, and there is nothing here to fear while you rest. I will see you all in the morning. Goodnight my friends.” And so, with the help of his cane he rose to his feet and gave his guests a small bent bow and walked down the steps to his cabin below deck,”Goodnight Mr. Anderson.” They replied in unison. The five brothers were now left alone to mull over his suggestion.

“I suppose it is possible for merfolk to sleep. He is correct that there is no reason for us to have our guard up continuously as there was in the Decaying Sea… from what I have heard, you simply need to lie down, relax, close your eyes and empty your mind…and sleep should come eventually.” James mused at his brothers, who looked around at each other, unsure but also curious and exhausted. “Well, I would like to try. I've been told humans dream when they sleep. Visions in your mind that could be or mean anything…and it's not as though we have anything else much to do until morning.” Erik announced, and the others seemed to agree. They all sank beneath the water to soft sandy bottom, gazing up at the rippling waves and the blurry images of the stars and moon high above. They all felt safe and happy. One by one they closed their eyes and went silent, soon falling into silent slumber for the very first time in their lives, their minds growing silent and still. Damien, clutching his toy kitten, was the last to let go of his instinctual hyper awareness and let himself close his eyes and fully submit to sleep's sweet embrace.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself somewhere completely different. It was daytime again and the sky was clear. All he could hear was the sounds of the wind and water. There were a couple of birds, but they didn't bother him. Their chirps were pleasant and soothing. He felt at peace. The sound that caught his attention however was a small purring noise. He looked around. There were trees everywhere, and the body of water he was in was not the vast ocean but a much smaller and much less salty body of water. He had heard about such places from Harold Anderson's stories. The numerous trees meant he was in a forest, and the large pool of water he was in must be a lake. Lakes have "freshwater” as in, without salt. He looked everywhere in every direction until he saw the source of the noise. A small pure white kitten, drinking from the lake. It looked just like the stuffed one he had been given not so long ago, only brought to life to be real. It looked up at him with its mysterious teal eyes and stared at him for a bit. Before going back to drinking. “Oh, hello there…” unable to resist his curiosity. Damien swam over as the kitten continued to lap up the lake water. He raised his hand to pet it but it leaned away from his wet dripping hand. “Oh, I suppose you don't like getting wet. Do you?” However,as his hand lingered out of the water, he noticed something strange. The black tint of his skin began to slowly dissolve away. The water droplets turned black, dripping off his hand and into the grass next to the kitten, the rest faded away as the air dried the moisture from the water, almost evaporating off his skin. Soon, the black color had vanished. Leaving his hand the same color as the rest of his natural skin. Damien stared at his hand in awe as he turned it to look at all angles of it.

The kitten at least had finished and quenched its thirst and noticed his purified hand as well. The kitten gave a soft meow and nuzzled its head against his hand, purring. Damien could feel the soft vibration of its throat against his palm and fingers. He scratched its chin and neck and pet the adorable animal. Once the kitten was satisfied with the attention it received it liked his hand and turned, beginning to saunter away into the forest.

“Hey! Wait! Don't go!” he reached his pale hand out to it. It did stop, looking back at him with its large eyes…as if…waiting for him. In fact, he was certain of it. The kitten's mind was patient, as if thinking “well, come on then.” Damien looked down at the edge of the lake and the grass where the kitten had just been. He placed his now more human-like hand on the ground, feeling the cool grass between his fingers, and pulled his other hand from the water beside it, still black and damp as the other one had once been. With a bit of effort and upper arm strength, the merman pushed against the earth and hoisted himself out of the water, crouched over onto the grass and fully out of the water. He was out of the lake…but now what? He couldn't walk…could he? But as if to prove his words wrong, his body began to change once more. His blackened hand began to drip away the darkness and he felt his tail begin to split in two, then felt fabric around newly formed legs and felt the grass against his new feet. As though he had always had them. He stood from his kneeling position with ease and looked down at his lower half. He wore black pants that encased his human legs and his bare feet peeked out from the bottom openings.

He was busy admiring the look when he was interrupted by the kitten meowing at him once more. He looked up and back at it as it began to stride away. Without really thinking about it, his feet began to move on their own, following close behind the kitten. For a moment though he turned around and thought he saw some sort of red creature in the water, watching him in his peripheral vision but he turned to see, nothing was there.

As he tailed the tiny cat, he heard a feminine voice echoing off the trees, singing the same wordless song that had been stuck in his head for months.The more he kept pace with the white kitten, the louder and clearer the voice became. The creature was leading him to the source. After what felt like hours of walking, observing his surroundings as they went, he finally spotted the mysterious singer. The kitten meowed happily and happily ran over to them, rubbing against their legs with a purr. Two delicate hands reached down and picked him up and stroked over its fur in their arms. The figure had long flowing black hair and wore a plain but lovely white dress that made the figure look innocent and even more endearing. They turned to look back at him. It was a woman with beautiful green eyes that stared into his soul.. it was her. “Oh! It's you. Hello there. Welcome.” She tilted her head ever so slightly with a friendly smile. “I'm Mika, but you already know that, don't you?” Damien felt his words trapped in his chest at the sight of her and merely nodded. His body again moved on its own and stepped up towards her, drawn in. "It's a pleasure to meet you, even like this. In a dream. “ "A dream?...” Is that what this was? That would explain why he felt so serene and casual about suddenly appearing here, and not being overly worried about where his brothers or Mr. Anderson had gone too…he had nearly forgotten about them in fact…perhaps that was the nature of dreams…, your consciousness does not question things, and goes with the flow, like a strong but not overwhelming current. In reply, the dream Mika nodded. “Not bad for a first dream, is it? You must be lucky. So..what brings you here?” She looked at him expectantly, but he wasn't even really sure how to answer. “I…honestly don't know…” why was he dreaming of this place? Of her? Of the kitten…what did it mean? Did it mean anything or was it just a dream, a wish his heart was making? Whatever the reason or circumstance, he did find it relaxing, and he was enjoying himself. “Well, would you like to take a walk with me? It will be a bit before you wake up and have breakfast, so we'll have some time to spend…That is, only if you want to spend time with me.” The kitten jumped from her arms and climbed up onto her shoulders with little claws, sprawling across her like a shawl. “Y-yeah…I'd like that. Please.”. At his confirmation, she took his arm and looped her arm around his, and they began to walk side by side.

It was a lovely walk, they observed birds chirping in the trees, squirrels running along branches, which were nothing like the odd toy version Matthew had made. Thankfully, these ones were smaller, brown and much cuter. As they walked the leaves began to change colors. From green to the sunset colors he had watched with Sam earlier. Yellows, oranges and red and even some brown. As the wind blew, the leaves began to fall and glide in the wind before drifting down to the ground in their path. However, eventually their path was blocked by a large iron gate. Mika sighed and released his arm, stepping in front of him to face him. “I'm afraid this is where we must part ways. "She turned his back to him to open the gate but she unexpectedly found herself stopped as a hand took hers. She turned to see Damien who was holding her hand back with a frown “do you have to go?...” His eyes pleaded for her to stay, this dream..it was so nice. He didn't want to wake up and have it end

Mika looked back at him with a warm smile. “It's alright. We will see each other again…I'm certain of it…either in a dream, or the waking world…but for now. You need to wake up…you have quite the journey ahead of you. And you don't want to miss it.“ She gently released her hand from his and opened the gate. As she did, suddenly the cat jumped into Damien's arms, making him stumble back a bit before settling into the catch. He stood in shock for a moment before relaxing and petting the cat in his arms. His head rose however to see his feminine human friend behind the gate, waving to him before turning and slowly walking down the rest of the path. All Damien could do was wave back with the hand that had been petting the cat…the further away she walked, the more he could feel the dream fading around him, until he felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him ever so slightly.

“Huh?..wha?...” at the sensation of being shaken the merman finally came to his senses and awoke. And yes. He was indeed a merman once again. He looked up to the figure, their face silhouetted from the sunlight from above the water. After his eyes adjusted, he saw it was his brother Erik, a smirk on his face. “Sorry, you looked so peaceful and I would have loved for you to have “slept in” but breakfast is ready, and I wanted to make sure you had a chance to eat before it got cold.” Erik offered a hand to him to help him up, which Damien gratefully took. However he soon noted the stuffed kitten was still beneath his arm. Causing him to blush a bit in embarrassment, but mercifully, Erik made no mention of it and simply guided him back to the ‘Sirens song” boat.

“Ah, Damien, finally awake I see, did you have a good sleep?” James swam to him, giving both Erik and Damien a play of fresh hot breakfast and a cup of coffee and tea. Damien took his plate and coffee with an appreciative nod “yes, thank you james…what about all of you?” The brothers all seemed quite well rested and happy, even Sam. Interestingly enough he was the first to speak up. “Well, I don't know about all of you, but I slept great. And I DID have a dream. I dreamt all five of us beat the shit out of our old man before we left. My one regret that we didn't. But it was fucking glorious…oh

.um…carp...i mean…er..pardon my language Mr. Anderson…uh…sir.” Harold.merely chuckled and shook his head. “It's fine…I was young once too…nothing I haven't heard before…” Sam relaxed a bit more, glad he didn't have to filter himself, a smile still on his face remembering his dream. “Well my dream was much less violent.” Sam rolled his eyes at James as he continued. “I dreamt about a Library, apparently humans have public libraries anyone can use to read, study and borrow books for a short period of time. There were books on so many human topics, and I was there for hours just reading and learning. It was quite nice.” At this Damien's head shot up from his coffee cup in fascination and interest. “Humans can learn anything, at any time?” Jamed nodded in response. “As far as I can tell. Right Mr. Anderson?” Harold nodded in confirmation as he placed another forkful of food in his mouth. Damien looked back down at the reflection of himself in the coffee and muttered quietly to himself. “Humans have the freedom to learn anything…”

Upon seeing Damien's face fall, Matthew spoke up of his own dream in hopes of distracting him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder in brotherly affection. “Well in my dream, you and I made a human collection ten times bigger than your old one! With this nifty bag, it could be possible too!”

Harold Anderson set down his empty plate and stood himself up with his cane. “Matthew, might I borrow your bag for a short while?” “Huh? Oh, of course." Matthew handed the bag back as the elderly human took it and went back into his cabin.

The only one who had not chimed in was Erik…but…he had a devious and knowing look on his face. Damien stared at him down, focusing on his thoughts, before his eyes widened in realization. “Erik…you were there…weren't you? In my dream…in the lake. And in all our dreams. You found your ability” Shock swept over the others as they stared at Damien and Erik at the claim. Erik grimaced at his little secret being spilled with a sigh, but his smug smile returned to his face and shrugged as he took a sip of tea before answering. “Yes yes…I saw. I don't know how…but apparently I can see and enter dreams. I didn't mean too. It just happened. I couldn't help it. But…yes Apparently my gift is to enter another's dreams. We have just never slept before or known anyone who has. Apparently you're not the only one who can ‘get in someone's head’ my dear Damien.” His brothers congratulated him on finding his unique ability, although a bit awkward that he had seen their dreams. As the five of them finished off the last bites of food on their plates, Harold came back and returned the bag to Matthew and collected the plates. He however looked a bit glum as he set the plates aside. Damien looked over to him. He knew what was coming but had hoped they would have more time.

He swam closer to the boat looking up at him, silently asking with his eyes if it was time. Harold gave a small sad smile and nodded. “I'm afraid boys, it's time for me to return home. I cannot delay it any longer. I need to head back, the sooner the better. I have been gone for quite a long time.” The brothers looked at their new human friend with the same sad expression he had a moment ago. Harold was their savior and in a way, a pusefo-father figure to each of them. It was bittersweet, they had spent so much time with this man between the two worlds, but now that they were all together in his world…they had to part ways. “I hope all of you well on your journey of exploration and freedom. I can only imagine the places you'll all go…I may not be with you in body, but I will be in spirit and mind…Damien, if you ever need me, just call out to me. No matter when, I will always call back." Harold placed a hand over his Capricorn shell brooch, which happened to be right over his heart as well.

Tears welled up in Damien's eyes once more and nodded, before he could go, Damien wanted one last thing. He climbed up the boat and to the railings to reach the human, with Erik giving him a helping hand with his tentacles, and wrapped his arms around him, giving him a tender hug, just as Harold had done for him. “I'll still miss you…” the embrace was fully reciprocated. “Hm, tell you what, How about, in 6 months time, you come back and visit me? That should give you all plenty of time to explore and enjoy your freedom, and then you can tell me all about it when you return, and then I can help you explore humanity? Alright.” Damien pulled away, wiping away tears with the back of his hand. “That sounds reasonable…um…Mr. Anderson? Could you-. But Harold held a hand up. “Yes…I will give her your regards. When you come back, I will fully introduce you to her, alright?” Damien nodded, a hopefulness and grateful relief in his eyes...he could also see the smuggest of expressions on Sam's face in his peripheral vision, which Damien attempted to ignore.

Erik carefully helped Damien back into the water. James swam forward next. “Mr. Anderson, on behalf of myself and all my brothers, I can't thank you enough for all you have done and provided for us. You have given so much for us. You are by far one of the wisest, kindest, and most generous people I have ever met. If there is anything we can do for-” but Harold held a hand up stopping him. He would not hear of it. “What you can do for me…is to take care of your brothers. And enjoy yourselves. Enjoy your freedom…And to come back and visit sometime.” James' face had a sincere smile grace his lips as he gave a nod. It was time. Harold went to the front of the ship as the winds began to pick up, he went to the ship wheel and waved to his temporary wards as he sailed back home. Each of the boys waved back yelling out farewells, until neither party could see the other anymore.

Chapter 12 On land they understand

A young woman stood on the dock of a private beach just behind a large and – mansion. She kept scanning the horizon and checking her pocket watch impatiently before her eyes returned to the sea again. As she gazed out. She saw a familiar looking pair of birds fly up ahead and straight to her, fluttering around her form before perching on her shoulders and nuzzling under her chin, which elicited a giggle from her. “Pax! Columbia! It's so good to see you…if you're here, then that means!!.” Finally she spotted what she was looking for. The colorful little toy-like vessel had finally made it back to land and pulled up along the dock. Mika felt her heart leap, she had waited so long for his return. She lifted her skirt and practically ran to greet him.

As soon as he stepped off the boat, Mika's warm arms embraced him, nearly tackling him in the process, causing a loud hearty laugh to emit from the old man. “Grandfather! I missed you so much! I am so glad you're back!” She gave him another squeeze before pulling away. “I am glad to be back sweetie, Thank you for coming to see me home.” He stepped back, his wooden cane making a loud “clomp” sound as he repositioned himself. Mika looked to him in concern, he only used his cane when he said he felt weaker or more tired than usual, the journey must have taken more of a toll on him than she realized. Thankfully though, he was back and would have plenty of time to rest. “Come on. Let's get you inside. I prepared lunch for us to enjoy and you can tell me about your trip! I want every detail!” She took his arm in hers to be close to him and give him some more balance alongside his cane. They two carefully walked together up the stairs leading to the back door of the mansion.

The wind blew as autumn leaves danced in the wind from the nearby forest near the property. The air was crisp and a bit nippy, but it didn't bother either of them, as they were both together again at last.

Harold was sat down in the dining room, and Pax and Columbia were let in their cage to rest. Mika went to the nearby kitchen to retrieve the lunch she had made. She had just finished making it when she had gone outside to wait for her grandfather, letting it cool down to still be hot enough to eat without burning one's mouth. It seemed to have paid off. Mika took the two plates and placed them on a platter, then covered them with a silver cloche For presentation. She took the platter and set it in the middle of the dining table across from her grandfather. With a grand exaggerated gesture and a flick of the wrist she revealed the meal she had prepared. In the two plates were two tender cuts of beef marinated in soy sauce, on the side was vinegar over rice. A savory steam rose from the food, the aroma filling the area with its mouthwatering scent. After the meal was served and Mika was seated, the two of them began to eat. It was simple but absolutely delicious. The grandfather and granddaughter enjoyed their food and each other's company, happy to be able to sit to eat as a family.

When a good deal of progress had been made on their food, Mika spoke to strike up a conversation. “So Grandfather, how was your journey? Did you help out those brothers? What did you do? Please, I want to know everything."

Harold smiled fondly at her, amused by her enthusiasm."Well, it was a long trip, but yes. I did help out those boys. They successfully managed to escape. It was a group effort but they are safe. I sent them off with the means to explore the world out at sea. We agreed they would come here to visit in person in about 6 months. I could introduce you to them.” Mika breathed a sigh of relief. She would be lying if she said she hadn't been worried about the group of brothers, especially the one known as "Damien", who had become somewhat of a psuedo-pen pal to her. She had hardly taken off the necklace of agate sea stone he had sent to her. She often fiddled with it when she was nervous or in deep thought. “I'm glad…I would love to meet them…Better than father trying to make me meet the sons of his business executive friends in order to try and matchmake me.” She stabbed her fork into her meat with a great deal of resentment.

“Oh dear, I'm sure he means his best…” “well he certainly didn't send his best.” Harold frowned. He knew his son really was being too hard on Mika, he wanted to protect her, but was pushing her away in the process. He knew she looked up to him as a father figure more than his son was. All he could do was comfort her and listen and try to help her cope. “What happened? Do you want to talk about it?” Mika looked up at him…she did want to vent but he had just gotten back. She did not want to burden him with her personal issues with her dad…but…seeing the sincerity in his eyes she sighed. “six dates in three months. Likely would have been more if he wasn't busy with the company. Each with a son of some executive or other from the Anderson Toy Company…all of whom were entitled patronizing sexist snobs.” She picked at the rice on her plate with a frustrated and disappointed expression. Harold reached out and held a hand over his granddaughters. “I'm sorry you had to deal with that. It wasn't fair of him to put you in those situations. But it's alright. .When you find someone, or even if you don't. It will be your choice. Not your fathers. You are a beautiful, intelligent and spirited young woman. Some just aren't deserving of you and are intimidated by how amazing you are.” The tension in Mika's body subsided at his words and put her hand over his as well. “You always know what to say. Thank you. And I'm sorry. I've just missed you so much. Please. Tell me more about your trip and this band of brothers.’

And so Harold told her, telling her all he could while withholding their actual magical identities. Painting them as very isolated to explain their naivety about the world such as during stargazing and learning about constellations, learning about cooking and gifts and so on. Mika listened with rapt attention. Her admiration for her grandfather only grew by the minute. After their food had been finished as they conversed, Mika took the plates and washed them before returning to her grandfather to help him unpack and do some chores around the house. Dusting, sweeping, laundry and so on, as the manor had been uninhabited for quite some time. “I'll never understand how you get so much done here without any servants or house staff Grandfather.” She said as she wiped her brow and sat down to rest. Harold simply shrugged. “You know me, I'm quite independent and a hard worker on my own. It runs in the family.” He winked at her which made her give a little giggle.

After a long afternoon's work, Mika and Harold went to the garden to rest and relax, as well as water the flowers. Harold Anderson sat in the shade of the Gazebo as Mika took out the watering can from the shed. Pax and Columbia flitted about chasing each other through the garden to stretch their wings after their long nap. As Mika tilted the watering can, she let her mind wander. Contemplating what her Grandfather had said. He was right. Those snobbish nepotism boys didn't deserve her. She doesn't even really care about dating, why did her father have to be so persistent. It wasn't her priority right now. Her priority was to herself and loving herself as she was. But she couldn't help but go back to her dream, of the masquerade ball…the more she thought about it, the more she convinced herself her subconscious was just mixing different issues or events in her life into her dream. Grandfather's story about those brothers, Her fathers pressure, the want for freedom both in life and love, all mixed together.

Mika had absently moved around to water flowers in rows when a thorny vine hand somehow tangled around her ankle, when she pulled her foot up to go to the next patch. The vine tightened and the thorns dug into her ankle. A wave of pain, shock and a buried traumatic memory of the part where her dancing dream turned into a nightmare with the malevolent creature who pulled her down to drown. With a scream of pain and agitation she fell backwards, the watering can flew into the air as its contents spilled all over her, making her gasp as the cold water soaked her. Her yell had caught her grandfather's attention who rushed to her side, checking to see if she was alright. Mika trembled…some tears streaming down her face and her breathing heavy. “Mika dear, what happened? Why did you trip?” Harold looked at her feet, seeing the cause and freed her ankle from the vine and helped her to stand. Taking her back inside to dry and check her ankle for injuries.

After being wrapped in a cozy towel and sat down at the dining table, Harold inspected Mika's bare ankle after she took off her sock and shoe for an examination. A few cuts and punctures. Nothing serious. But he diligently cleaned the wound with soap and water, and then disinfected it, which stung to high heaven. “Ow!” She yelped and sucked in air through her teeth. “Sorry sweetie. It can't be helped…what happened exactly…you seemed more…upset about something on your mind than in pain from your accident…” Mika pressed her lips into a fine line, not wanting to worry her Grandfather or make him think she was acting so childish over a little nightmare. “Whatever it is dear, you can tell me, I only want to help, but I understand if you'd rather not talk about it.” He looked up at her earnestly as he bandaged her ankle. He gave it a small kiss over the wrapping, and suddenly it felt much better. Anytime she got hurt, her grandfather would always kiss over the bandage. She could always feel a tingle on her skin even over the bandage when he did. He claimed it helped to heal it through love. And he was right. Whatever scrape, bruise, scratch or pain she had vanished by the end of the day or the next. Her grandfather had always been so patient and respectful of her boundaries and always took care of her. She sighed in defeat. “A few weeks ago…I had a very scary nightmare, even if it started out really nice…The vine wrapping around my ankle…It just…reminded me of a particularly upsetting part of the nightmare” Harold looked up at Mika with an unreadable expression, but he was listening very intently. “Can you tell me about this dream? It may help you feel better to tell someone.” And so, she recounted her dream in detail. The Party, the bird in a cage symbolism, seeing him in the crowd and meeting the five mysterious men, dancing with one as the scenery changed, and then with more effort to continue her tale to the get to the main point, she told about the mysterious hand that dragged her under the water to drown, before her dance partner saved her and brought her to the stormy surface where he was nowhere in sight. And then she woke up.

Her grandfather hung on every word and looked deep in thought as she went on, a disturbed and worried look on his face. “I see, that does sound quite frightening indeed. I am sorry you went through that, and that the dream couldn't just stay pleasant for you.” He opened his arms for a hug which she gladly accepted, he gently pet over her hair before kissing her sweetly on the forehead. When he did, Mika suddenly felt very warm and safe. Her skin tingled and the hairs on her body raised, the feeling seemed to spread all over her body from her forehead, like goosebumps, but it dissipated as soon as it began. That sense of safety and love felt overwhelming in that moment as she sunk into her grandfather's arms, just as she did when she was a little girl. “Dont worry about it. You can't control your dreams. You're safe, and no one will hurt you.” And she believed him.

As Mika pulled away, she looked down at her grandfather's chest, noting the gorgeous black shell brooch. She hadn't noticed it before. “Wow, where did you get that? It's beautiful!” She pointed to it which made Harold look down. “Oh this? It's a rare shell I acquired. A Capricorn Shell, it is said to have magical properties and has a wonderful myth to it. Would you like to hear it?” “Yes please!”

And so, Mika sat and listened to him and his tale of the Capricorns. He was always the best story teller. She really empathized with the little sea goats. Wanting to be free and set out on their own but always pulled back. At least their story had a happy although somewhat bittersweet ending. “You know, that story reminds me about when you and I used to collect sea shells on your private beach! One time we found a conch shell, and you said I could listen to the waves when we put it to my ear, and I did!” That was one of many wonderful memories she had of spending time with her grandfather as a little girl. She loved shells, she felt it was the next best thing to going out to sea, having a little piece of the sea she could keep, and connect back to sea even when you weren't anywhere near the ocean at all “Oh yes! I remember, I still have quite a few of those shells in my office. The conch is the centerpiece of the little collection…say, would you like to listen to this shell, who knows what you might hear.” Although a bit surprised her grandfather would allow her to handle something so rare and precious, she couldn't help but beam at him with the warmest of smiles and nodded, holding her hands out to take it with care. Harold unhooked the brooch from his jacket and put it in her open hand. Handling the shell with the gentlest of hands, she raised it up to her ear and closed her eyes. To her astonishment, she could hear the ocean, clear as day, the lapping of the waves and wooshing of water, splashes and the sound of bubbles underwater. Mika pulled the shell away a bit, to make sure she wasn't imagining it as she went to listen again, the sounds were still there, but not there was one other sound…a song. A beautiful masculine voice was singing a wordless song, it was smooth and clear, so pleasant to the ear. She felt her heart feel lighter as the melody echoed in the shell. For some reason, she felt she would remember that song, and that voice…it even sounded somewhat familiar.

She heard enough. She slowly pinned the shell back onto her grandfather's jacket. “Youre right…it does seem magical.” Harold had a small smile, as if he knew something she didn't, before clapping his hands together as he made her an offer. “Why don't we have some afternoon tea and snacks? You should rest that ankle, and I don’t know about you but I worked up quite an appetite.” Mika’s stomach rumbled in agreement, followed by a laugh from both of them. After Harold Anderson had put on a kettle and finished making some finger food, he gracefully poured the tea and served the cup to Mika on a small tea dish and put the sandwich and fruit plate in front of her chair. Mika bent down and blew on the steaming rim of the cup before taking a sip and relaxing into a sigh. A warm drink could make all the difference. After they had finished their finger food and tea, Mika wanted to resume their earlier conversation. ”Grandfather? Can you tell me more about those brothers you helped? What will happen when they come back to visit you? Will they live?”

Before Harold could answer, there was a knock at the door. Mika knew who it was, one of her fathers coachmen to take her away back home. With a sigh she gathered her things and got up from the table. Harold walked his granddaughter to the door to see her off with a hug. “I will come visit again soon, and often alright?” she pulled away reluctantly. “You know you are always more than welcome.” he pat her hand lovingly as the coachman escorted her out. When she had gotten settled in the carriage, she couldn't help but watch the mansion disappear with the distance. She was happy he was back. She hummed the song of the capricorn shell as she absently watched the scenery go by. The tune stuck in her head…and in her heart.

Many months passed by without much incident. The Mika dolls stocked the shelves of the local toy stores and were sent out to sea as cargo to sell in other foreign ports. Mika’s brilliant ideas improved sales even more. With each purchase of a Mika doll, a large portion of revenue was put aside for charities and organizations that helped young women and girls pursue not only education, but careers to gain more independence on their own merit. Many young girls loved the idea of a doll that didn't just represent beauty of femininity, but intelligence and aspirations. The dolls sales earned hundreds for the charities. Mika was quite proud of her idea, even more knowing it irked her father, and he had no say about it at all. With this small action she began to feel more confident, turning down her fathers blind dates before they could happen and putting her foot down more often. Harold couldn't be more proud of her. Time passed as it always had, quicker than you expect. The fall turned into winter, and the winter turned into Spring. True to her word, Mika spent more and more time at her grandfather's estate, at least a couple times every month. When his granddaughter was not visiting, and he wasn't back running the company, (much to his son's disappointment) Harold Anderson prepared his home for his Siren friends to live both in and out of water. As he prepared he couldn't help but think back on the conversation he had with Mika on his first day back. The description of Mika’s dream had disturbed him, and before she left that day, he had placed a protective spell on her after she had told him. He had always had his suspicions of her magical aptitude, unbeknownst to her. He had heard about her dreams in the past and they seemed to sometimes come true somewhat not long after. He had to protect her, better she be safe, even if she did not know it, than regret it later.

One April day, Harold Anderson had gone to visit a family friend who had been in hospital. After checking in on them, he went outside to get some fresh air. The hospital was located right next to the sea, so the patients could see the lovely view of the ocean from their window. Harold preferred a more up close and personal look. He loved to feel the sea breeze and take a fresh breath of that ocean air. He had sat down on a bench stationed at quiet pier that was behind the hospital. Sometimes patients would be wheeled out to enjoy the ocean view and also enjoy some fresh air. Some ships also arrived from rescues out at sea and could pull up to the shore for easy transport to the hospital. He was looking forward to the coming week. It had been 6 months since he helped the sirens escape…it took a great deal of his life force, but the boys pulled their own weight sacrificing some of their own power so it wasn't all on his shoulders. He had quite a bit of life ahead of him still. He had been recovering slowly over time to gain more energy, but still needed his cane to assist him. He had been in regular contact with Damien with the Capricorn shell, checking in every so often. Last they spoke he said he and his brothers were on their way to his home, as agreed upon. Harold had prepared everything for them. He would use the spell to give them legs and teach them to be human. He was also hoping to introduce them to Mika, not to set her up…but to give her friends, connection and a little bit of magic in her life. Friends who will protect her from whatever her dreams were foretelling. Even if she did gain romantic interest in any of them he would approve, as long as they made her happy. That was the most important thing afterall. He needed to pick Mika up from the study group soon.

As he was lost in his thoughts he felt a raindrop on his nose and an odd feeling in the air. Overhead, heavy storm clouds had suddenly begun to gather unnaturally. It wasn't supposed to rain. The wind began to pick up as well. This wouldn't do. As Haorld began to stand to go back inside the hospital before the light drizzle that was starting would become a downpour, he gripped his chest, his heart beating wildly. What was happening?! In the water before him, a small whirlpool began to form and grow in size. The larger the swirling watery vortex became the more Harold Anderson felt his life slipping away from him; he felt himself getting weaker and more unsteady on his feet, his hand trembling on his cane and his knees shaking. His heart beat faster and harder in a steady intensity as the whirlpool was now about the same size as the one the boys came through. He couldn't keep himself standing any longer, the cane dropped to the ground, just before he began to as well. As he fell, in what felt like slow motion a figure leaped out from the whirlpool and was flung toward the pier. Both bodies hit the hard wooden boards at the same time.

As the rain that poured around them, the whirlpool began to close. The creature that had been shot forward flipped their sopping long brown hair out of their face revealing half of a beautiful feminine visage, and a striking purple ear like fin. A mermaid. She panted hard. Breathing air for the first time. She turned her head, just in time to see the dying human man, whose last bit of life she had used to get through. She gasped in horror. He was…so old…she had expected someone young had helped the fugitive princes escape. As the whirlpool closed, he took his last breath and closed his eyes. With a shaky purple colored hand she reached out to his neck to feel his pulse…there was none…his heart had stopped. Her hand pulled up and covered her mouth with shocked tears. She did not have time to react too much before she heard the voice of a nurse attempting to call in the now dead man from the rain. “Mr. Anderson? There's a storm coming.” The nurse had stepped outside and was coming closer, the mermaid could see the top of the umbrella she carried. There was no time to waste in grief and regret. She had to get away. She looked at the body of the old man and whispered. “I'm sorry.” Before jumping back in the water and swimming away as fast as she could. She couldn't think about this now. She had to focus. She has to find the boys before it was too late. She had to find them at any cost…it had already cost a life. She did her best to push down her guilt as the terrified scream of the nurse upon discovering the body faded into the distance.

Chapter 13 Oh why did you have to go?

Rain poured on the somber April day. The dreary voice of the local young women's study group teacher, Mrs. Phillips, droned on in a lecture about economics. Her lectures were boring despite the passion in her voice, especially to Mika Anderson, who was not very interested in what she had to say and just stared out the window. She always sat next to the window, spending more time staring outside than paying attention. She loved the sound of rain. The way the raindrops fell, like the soft tapping of fingers, it was soothing. Even looking at the droplets hitting the glass calmed her. Mika already had good grades as she read the textbook and did assignments on time. She was happy to be able to have a proper education at all, but it felt so mundane and stuffy. The study group was only meant for wealthy socialites and heiresses. The daughters of respectable upper class families. There weren't enough girls to form an actual school, but a building was rented that acted enough like one. They were taught a wide variety of knowledge. More practical and intellectual things like mathematics, science, reading, writing, economics; alongside more creative and delicate courses like embroidery and sewing, music, dancing, art, etiquette, cooking, cleaning and so on. Her favorite lessons however were self defense. They were taught taekwondo and some other martial arts and tai-chi. It was a requirement for all of them. While many of the young women had bodyguards to protect them, it was important to teach girls to defend themselves as well

According to Suzu, the public school was nothing like these study groups. She had gone to one before she was transferred. Apparently public schools only taught the bare minimum and weren't well funded. They were also coeducational, boys and girls learning together, instead of the two separate elite study groups for the boys and girls as they were used to, only interacting during dance lessons or balls. Speaking of boys, those boys her grandfather helped should be returning soon. She never got a more detailed answer about them from her grandfather before they were interrupted, but she was looking forward to meeting them. But for now she just stuck in class, staring at the faint outline of raindrops in the distance .

“Ms Anderson” Mrs.Phillips' raised voice interrupted her scattered thoughts “um, yes ma'am? “ Mika straightened up, trying to look as though she hadn't just been spacing out. “Would you care to name the six basic elements of a contract?” She was caught a bit off guard by the question but remembered she had read about that in her textbook last night. “Ahem. It should be, the offer, the acceptance, the awareness, the consideration, capacity and legality.”

“Very good as always Ms. Anderson.” Ms. Philips replied simply. Suzu turned toward her best friend and gave her a light punch in the shoulder with praise “You go, girl!” Naomi cleared her throat quietly to not interrupt class , but also congratulated her friend. “Good job.” Ms. Philips soon turned her attention to Suzu, ready to test her as well. “Ms. Cappini. Would you care to elaborate on the first three elements Ms. Anderson just named?” Now Suzu was not normally one for economics. Number crunching and equations weren't her style…but contracts and deals? As the daughter of a casino empire, THAT was more up her alley. “ Yeah! Sure! I can do that Mrs. P.” Suzu stood from her seat to speak.

“The offer is basically, well, just that. What one party offers to another, the whole point of the contract. Whether it be a trade, the beginning of a partnership or a promise to do or even to NOT do something. It has to be something the one being offered too would want or need. It lays out the rules and what's to be expected. The second part is acceptance. That both parties agree to the idea of the contract and will be held to it, it can be accepted verbally, with a signature or even a handshake or gesture of acceptance. It just has to be agreed upon but also VERY clearly a yes. Awareness, both groups KNOW they are making a contract. That they know what they are getting into and aren't being tricked or misled or forced to enter the contract. Otherwise it doesn't count and is invalid.”

Suzu put her hands on her hips, exuding pride as some of the girls stared at her in shocked surprise at her demonstration of knowledge, Mika and Naomi even gave soft and quiet but enthusiastic applause. Mrs. Phillips gave a hard earned smile and acknowledged her speech. “Very impressive Ms. Cappini. Well done indeed. You may sit down now.” Suzu sat down as Mika nudged her arm in a playful manner as Mrs. Phillips spoke up again. “hm. Ms Patterson. Can you finish us off and tell us in detail about the last three elements?”

“Of course! Ahem. consideration is what each party is to give up and gain with something of value, so it's fair. For example an employer would give an employee money and in exchange the employee works hard to earn that money. Or in the case of a promise or agreement to do something, you must fulfill your end of the deal for the other party to do the same. Capacity is making sure both parties are fully competent to enter into a contract to begin with. Someone underage, under the influence of drugs or alcohol, someone with a mental condition that makes them unfit, or can have a significant understanding of the language in the contract can not enter into one without proper assistance. And legality, making sure the contract follows the letters of the law and can not override laws, whatever the contract may be.”

“Very good Ms. Patterson.” Ms Phillips nodded with satisfaction at the trio's answers, going back to her blackboard.

“Show off.” Suzu aimed at Naomi with a cheeky smirk however, but not out of frustration merely playful teasing. After all, she had for once managed to show up Naomi at getting a question right. Naomi gave a small smirk and rolled her eyes. “That's the end of today's lecture. You may all be excused for lunch. Your homework today will be to create a fictional contact that meets the six essential elements. It will be due in a few weeks. You're dismissed. Enjoy your lunch.” Now that the lesson was finally over Suzu unsurprisingly leapt out of her seat and headed straight for the door. “It's about time! Let's go already!” Suzu was the first one out of the classroom as always. She cheerfully strolled out. Despite her seat not even being closest to the exit, she was always the first one out of the door. Naomi and Mika gave each other a look and shrugged with a sigh and a smile, following as all the students filed out of the room to go eat. The “lunchroom” was a room set aside with tables and chairs and a buffet as well as tea and cakes and other snacks for a lighter meal. The three sat down at their usual table against the wall as the other girls got in line for the buffet or unpacked their own lunches at their tables. Today, Suzu had told her two best friends to not bring any lunch as they usually did or go to the buffet, as she had a special surprise.

“Now, what's this surprise Suzu? I'm starving…I didn't pack anything like you said…so this better not be a prank!” Naomi was the type of person to always be prepared and have a plan, surprises like this always made her anxious. “Relax Patterson, I wouldn't do you wrong like that…now, it should be here right about now!…” Suzu pointed to the hallway door, just as she did Mrs Phillips came into the room with Suzu's father beside her and approached their table. “Suzu, your father is here and said you forgot your lunch, please be more conscious next time so this doesn't happen again. I'm sure your father is a busy man with more important things to do.” Suzu practically grew a halo to answer Mrs. Phillips as innocently as she could “ oh of course, sorry Mrs. P! Grazie Papà!” Suzu reached out and took the lunch bag from her father with a wink who winked back. “Of course Suzu, nice to see you girls! Have a good day at school!”. Mr Cappini was an Italian immigrant so his accent was thick, but it added to his charm. He was still a very fun and sweet man and a great dad to Suzu. “Thank you Mr. Cappini!” Naomi and Mika responded in Unison before Mrs. Phillips went to escort him out again. When the adults had fully left the room Naomi gazed at Suzu with a suspicious glance. “you didn't REALLY forget your lunch, did you Suzu?” At Naomi's accusation Suzu only grinned. “You know me so well Patterson. Nah, I didn't, I just wanted it to be nice and fresh for us. I hope you're hungry ladies because lunch is served!” From the bag her father had given her, Naomi pulled out three beautiful and steaming hot slices of authentic Italian Pizza and placed each slice on their individual plates. Suzu's piece was topped with lots of cheese and spicy peppers, Naomi's plate was cheese and pineapple and Mika's was just plain cheese. “Wow! Suzu, this is amazing! Did your dad make this!?” Mika held up the delicious looking Italian delicacy as her mouth watered."You got it! This is the real deal. Just for us. So enjoy it while it's still hot.” Suzu shoved took a giant bite into the pizza and stretched the cheese out as she pulled it away. “Well that was very kind of him to do that. Give him my regards for me then. “Naomi took small delicate bites as she ate. Mika ate as well before a giggle interrupted her meal mid bite. Looking over her shoulder, Mika saw Lisette White laughing with her circle of friends, composed of girls from very influential families, but were also quite classist. She was the paragon of the perfect lady, charismatic, affable, good humored and the type of girl other girls wanted to be like. She was also just as confident and ambitious as Mika which resulted in a rivalry which started in childhood. Naomi and Suzu disliked her as well, siding with Mika 100% and finding her to be a snob. However, their group had more important things to focus on, like the amazing homemade pizza before them.

The three passed the time making small talk about classes and so on before Mrs. Phillips came back…but something seemed off…she looked a bit somber. “Ms. Anderson, your Family coachman has arrived to take you home. Please gather your things and say goodbye to your friends. As soon as possible please.” Before Mika could ask why Mrs. Phillips had already turned her back to them and left the room once more. Something was definitely going on. Her fathers coachman always came when the study group officially let out, and that wasn't for a couple more hours. Why was she being summoned home now? Naomi was clearly concerned, Suzu could sense the tension and tried to lighten the mood with a joke. “Looks like our plans have been cut short. How much do you want to bet your dad married you off and he's sent the coachman to deliver you straight to the wedding!” Naomi sternly turned on Suzu to scold her. “Suzu, don't joke around! What if it's serious?" Suzu brushed her off and turned her attention back to Mika. “”Ehhh, fine. If something happens just let us know.” Mika gathered her belongings and left hoping it really was nothing

Something did happen. And it was certainly no laughing matter

Cold. It was really cold. The rain had become heavier that afternoon, a thunderstorm had seemingly come out of nowhere early that day. Mika stared at the grass beneath her feet the sound of people weeping around her. The monotone eulogies reminded her that she was at a funeral. Only after the speeches had ended could she raise her head. Everyone was huddled around a small simple grave. The only sound was rolling thunder and raindrop hitting the umbrellas, otherwise there was a heavy silence. Mika's father held a large black umbrella over his wife, Laura, his daughter and himself. He looked emotionless next to his sobbing wife. When the gathered group finally parted, only the family of three was left.

Harold Anderson’s lawyer dressed in a clean black suit approached the family and introduced himself. He pulled out a few documents from his suitcase and began to read aloud, Harold Anderson's last will and Testament. After some preliminary legalese and descriptions of some applications of his assets, a twist none of them expected was announced “And to my dearest granddaughter, I give my estate. All the furniture and decor that resides within the house will also be given to my granddaughter.” All of them were stunned. Mika most of all. She couldn't believe her ears. She had inherited the family estate at 18? It felt nearly impossible but it was written in her grandfather's hand. The lawyer continued. “I also give my granddaughter full ownership of my two beloved pet doves, Pax and Columbia, knowing they will be well looked after in her care.”

David Anderson's shock soon turned into resentment. “He passed the family estate to her…why am I not surprised? Well, did he say anything about what will become of the CEO and Chairman of the Anderson Toys Company?" The lawyer shook his head under the intensity of Mr. Anderson's stern glare. “ No. It is presumed that the Vice Chairman will succeed the position.” David Anderson scoffed in unsurprised disappointment “heh…even to the bitter end he wouldn't give in. What a stubborn old man… is there anything else?” The lawyer turned the page looking through his notes. “Almost, just a personal adornment found on his body that was also to be left to his granddaughter.” David once again huffed. “Well that seems to be it. Give her the little trinket then. After that, we'll be taking our leave. I'm sure the little heiress needs some time to adjust…”

“David…!” Even though his wife raised her voice, he wordlessly began walking back to the carriage, disinterested and taking the umbrella with him, leaving the two women in the rain. The Lawyer however kindly offered them his which Laura Anderson graciously accepted. She turned to her daughter to comfort and reassure her. “Dont mind him, honey. I think that your grandfather's passing really affected him. I will talk to him. For now, take all the time you need. We will leave when you are ready.” With a quick hug she gave her daughter the umbrella and hurried after her husband leaving only her daughter alone with the lawyer. Mika was quiet…numb almost. She turned to the lawyer, just wanting to get this over with so she could spend some time on her own at the grave. The lawyer pulled a small black velvety box and handed it to her, along with the keys to the mansion. “My condolences for your loss Miss Anderson.” And with that, he left.

Once he was gone Mika half-heartedly opened the box and gasped at its contents. The beautiful black shell brooch he had worn and told her about on a small cushion to keep it protected. “He was wearing it when he died…” and the man put the box in her hands. Wordlessly, Mika very carefully took out the broach and placed the empty box in her schoolbag, balancing the umbrella under her arm and on her shoulder. With careful deliberate action, Mika pinned the brooch to her own vest. She gently caressed and traced the swirling outline before looking back down at the sullen looking grave in front of her. She was sure if her grandfather were in charge or arranging this it would have been much different. Her father was clearly in charge of the whole event. He buried his own father on the very same day he passed away. Everyone knew of Harold Anderson's love for his youthful outlook and his precious toys, and yet the grave was a mere stone slab on the ground, void of any warmth. She didn't even have a chance to buy flowers before she was rushed here, and she knew her father certainly didn't bother to bring any…his disdain for him was almost pitiful…She truly wished she had something to leave at the grave; but perhaps she did after all. Mika looked down and fumbled in her schoolbag before pulling out one of the Mika dolls she had bought for herself. She liked to carry it around and even talk to it at times, as a constant reminder of her grandfather, and what he saw in her.

Bending down she looked around and spotted some wild daisies growing around the grave. She plucked a few and placed them in the arms of the doll before putting it on top of the grave. “I'm sorry grandpa…” she wanted to say more but all that came out was a choked sob. “You told me to stay strong…but right now, I'm the farthest from it. I was so looking forward to seeing you today…but not like this. You willed me the very home I loved to see you in…why? Why would you think I would be ready to take it?” She had so many questions still left unanswered and now likely never would be. Her vision blurred as tears rolled down her heated cheeks. “I hope this little me can give you some company and comfort. I will get you some actual flowers later.…I miss your grandpa. I'll try to keep my promise I gave to you, to stay strong. Even if the world might be turned against me.” With a shaky breath, Mika wiped her tears hastily so her parents wouldn't see as she headed to the awaiting carriage.

“Well, time to head back home. I'll cook up your favorite lasagna when we get back home, okay?” Laura was clearly trying to be as comforting as possible. Mika nodded. “Thanks, Mom….”but first…there is something I need to do before we go home.” “Oh? What is it?” Her mother looked puzzled. “Pax and Columbia…they are still in their cage back at his house…they will be waiting for him to…” she shook her head, unable to finish the sentence and moved on. “He gave them to me to take care of. I need to check on them, and get their things if they are to come live with me back home.” Her mothers eyes softened. “Of course" she turned behind her and opened a small window behind her facing the coachman. “Excuse me, can you please take us to the Anderson estate instead please?” The coachman affirmed her request and changed course. David cleared his throat and spoke up. “About the estate…should we send her there to get used to the building? It'll be a good place for her to establish herself.” Laura and Mika shared a surprised and uncertain glance. “Are you sure we should?” Laura Anderson was not so sure, but her husband seemed to have made up his mind. “Why not? This would be a good experience for her” his wife was still not convinced, turning to their daughter for her input. “Honey, what do you think?” But Mika was silent, unsure what to say. Was she really ready to live on her own? Was she even an appropriate heir to the mansion? Before anything more could be said they arrived at the gates of the mansion.

Chapter 14 Up where they run

As they arrived at the empty mansion The coachman stepped down from the carriage and opened the gates on his own before returning to his position and urging the horses forward. The carriage pulled up beside the large house. Mika took the keys that she had been given and unlocked the front doors. It felt so empty and quiet when they entered the house, but at least it was dry. Pax and Columbia were snuggled together in their cage as Mika entered. They chirped happily at seeing her, but soon quieted upon seeing her red puffy eyes and face streaked with tears as she opened the cage. “Hey guys…I…I am so sorry But…Grandpa…he's gone. But I'm here, and I'm going to take care of you from now on.” The birds froze for a moment, as if processing what she had just said. She hoped they would understand and not be confused…but they instead flew up to each one of her shoulders and nuzzled against her simultaneously, both seeking and giving comfort. Mika let some more tears fall down her face as she reached up her hands to pet them both.

After wiping her eyes she went back down to the lobby where her parents were waiting, but it was only her father. “Where is mom?” Mika looked around but saw wet footprints leading away further into the house. “She went to find a restroom to freshen up.” He only half paid attention to her as he answered, he was looking around as if appraising the house. He had not been there for a very long time. However, seeing that the two of them were alone (aside from the birds) Mika gathered her courage, deciding now was the time to talk. “Dad? Why do you want me to move into the estate so soon?” As this question was posed, David turned and gave her his full attention. “I thought I made that rather clear. To establish yourself. After you finish your classes, you can live here and start to get used to taking care of the home. Perhaps you can hire some servants to help you.” Mika remained silent as he continued “ You will learn to become a lady of the house, and a woman with property on top of a good education is highly desirable. You will have someplace where you can begin to raise your own family. It is a perfect fit for you.”

Although frustrated at his stubborn presumptions, Mika tried to reason with him. “ but…it’s so sudden. You just decided so quickly after the funeral.I’m just saying that maybe we could talk a bit more about my future.” In reply her father rubbed his temples and sighed quietly. “We have already discussed this. After you graduate school. We will present you at a debutante Ball and hopefully find you a good husband who you will hopefully give a chance to, you will be married and be Lady of the Anderson estate. If you're lucky and play your cards right your husband may allow you to indulge in helping with the company by his side or starting a small reasonable business of your own with his help.” Miku felt her frustration bubble in her chest, doing her best to suppress it and remain calm. “But what I don't WANT to marry?” Her father rolled his eyes. “Don't be silly. All women your age get married. You are my only daughter, I'm not going to let you be alone, having to face this harsh world on your own. I want you to have someone who will look after and protect you. I wouldn't just hand you over to some incompetent fool.” Taking a step closer to Mika his face softened and took her hands in his. “Look, this is all for the best, okay? You may not know it right now, but you will appreciate it later.”

For some reason, what he had said made something inside her snap, she couldn't put her finger on what..but it transformed her frustration into full blown anger. She pulled her hands out of his “Do you even care that grandfather passed away today?” David's eyes widened in shock at her outburst. “Of course I do.” “Well it sure doesn't feel like, it seems like for you things couldn't be better!” David's eyes narrowed at Mika with warning. “I don't like your tone, young lady.” But Mika couldn't hold it back any longer. “ I DON'T CARE! It's my turn to say my peace! It's like nothing happened! Just another day with YOU deciding my future and acting like I don't even have a say over my own life.”

The birds on her shoulders flinched and flapped their wings, startled at her eruption. Her fathers temper rose to meet her level of anger. “ Do NOT raise your voice at me! I am still your father! You will not speak to me like that!” Mika shook her head “ Grandpa was more of a father to me than you ever were. He was the one who raised me with love. He cared about me as a person, he loved me for ME, not just a future bride. He cared about what I wanted, what I had to say and how I felt. What happened between you two that was so bad that he deserves such contempt?” Mika panted, catching her breath from pouring her heart out and clasped the Shell brooch on her chest with both her hands as she spoke. Trying to anchor herself to the last precious gift he gave her.

Her fathers face hardened as he crossed his arms and erupted in angry laughter. “HA! You sure place him on a pedestal. Revering him like a savior or god. As if he was a saint, when he was anything but. It makes me sick…” as he looked at his daughter in bitter disgust, his eyes fixated on the item she was clutching. “What do you have there?” When Mika wouldn't answer he stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away. “Ah! Get off me!!” his eyes narrowed inspecting the brooch. “What is that? Where did you get it?” Mika pulled her wrist from his grip. “It's a brooch. Grandfather had it on his person when he…passed. The lawyer gave it to me when you stormed off. It's just like the shells we collected when I was a child…although he said this one was special. He told me a story about it. And let me put my ear to it and hear the ocean…and I really could…it was beautiful, almost magical.” Mika's anger began to diminish slightly as the memory resurfaced, a once happy memory not forever tainted with a bittersweet sadness now that he was gone.

Something she said had triggered her father and set him off, making his anger rise astronomically, a wild look in his eyes of fury and…fear? What happened next was almost a blur. David Anderson reached out and grabbed the brooch before physically snatching it off her chest, ripping her vest it had been pinned to with the sheer force of his action. Her vest was now damaged with a large tear where the brooch had been. The Doves got frightened off by the sudden aggressive action and flew off, or somewhere in the mansion Mika gasped in genuine shock, looking down at her torn vest, then back to her father. David lifted the shell to his own ear, a serious expression on his face. His eyes widened as he seemed to hear what Mika had heard the first time she listened, but his expression was not one of wonder, but of alarm. With a violent jerk he pulled the shell away from him and turned around. Making his way down the long hallway. Mika chased after him, trying to get her confiscated shell.

“Father, what are you doing? Have you gone mad?? Give it back!” She grabbed onto his hand that he held her inherited gift, but her father barely glanced at her before giving her a hard shove and kept walking. It wasn't hard enough to knock her to the ground but enough to push her away from him. She stumbled back and stared at his back in stunned disbelief. He was headed straight for the back door, which led out to the private beach and dock. What on earth was he doing? He pushed the doors open wide and walked down the short path to the beach, staring out at the sea, not caring he was getting soaked in the rain. Mika regained her composure quickly and resumed her pursuit. She had made it out just in time to see her father, reel back his arm with the shell in hand. “NO! DON'T!” Mika cried out, but nothing she could say or do mattered. David threw the shell as hard as he could, casting it out into the sea.

It skidded across the water a great distance before it was out of sight and all they could see was a splash fair off into the horizon. Mika ran as fast as she could to the beach beside her father, staring at the endless ocean that now claimed her precious item her grandfather entrusted to her..silent tears ran down her cheeks as she glanced at her father coldly and spoke in a voice barely a whisper. “Why would you do that?....” “for your own good.” He didn't even look at her. Which only enraged her more and sent her over the edge.

“What is wrong with you!? Do you hate him and me that much? You would take and throw away one of the few things he left behind that was special to me? You would rather it be in the bottom of the ocean than let me have it? Are you happy he is dead? While we grieved, were you just holding yourself back from laughing at us? You're happy about it aren't you? Now nothing can stand in the way of your aspirations for running the company. That's all you care about after all! Not me! Not him! You probably went out of your way to make sure his grave was as drab and dreary as possible just to spite him! Now I have no one! I lost the only father who ever loved me, because you make it very clear you don't!!"

A flash of rage overtook his face and backhanded Mika right against her cheek. Mika held her hand up to the side of her throbbing cheek staring at him. “You don't know ANYTHING! running your mouth like you have it all figured out! You're just a little girl who doesn't know her place! You did NOT know my father! You did not know what he was capable of. Mika stood silent for a moment, a storm of emotions swirling in her chest like the storm raging above them…she spoke in an ice cold monotone voice, that shook with pain, both physical and emotional “I now know what you're capable of…and I clearly don't know you at all…and if I could, I wouldn't want to know you at all. I…I hate you!“

Mika's words seemed to snap him out of his enraged state of being, the full weight of her declaration and what he had done crashed down on him at once. He raised her his hand he had smacked her with and back at her eyes, filled with nothing but loathing bitterness. He stuttered, but found himself unable to say anything more. “I…I..ah…” from behind them, Laura's voice called out to them from the doorway back into the mansion. “There you two are, is everything alright? I came back out to the lobby but you weren't there. The doves guided me out here. Is everything alright? What happened?" Mika looked away from her mother and rubbed the rouge tears away with the back of her hand. “Nothing…I…I'm not ready to go home yet…But I also don't want to stay here. I need space. I'm going to my friends. I need to get out of here.” Mika pushed past her father as he reached out to try and stop her, and past her mother as ran past her into the mansion “H-Honey? Wait!” But Mika ignored her. She thought she had seen the doves in her peripheral vision but didn't stop to check and out the front door. Past the coach, causing the horse to startle and rear back with a whinny, but she didn't stop and she didn't look back. She just ran through the streets as rain poured all around her, soaking her to the bone.

Her tears blended with the rain against her swollen cheek. At least the cold rain helped somewhat soothe the stinging pain from the slap. It was getting close to night, it was late evening now and getting darker the storm clouds were already dark enough as it was which didnt help. The streetlights were being lit as she passed them in the rainstorm. Suzu's house was too far out of the way, Naomi's house was closer. That was her set destination. She was almost there but didn't notice a large puddle in her path before it was too late. She tripped and fell into the freezing and filthy muddy puddle, the cold dirty water shocked her system and chilled her even more than the rain already had. She got to her feet and found herself covered in mud and muck…great, just what she needed. But she was almost there. Ahead of her was Naomi's door just a few hundred feet away. She sighed and walked, slowly and carefully this time before knocking on the door, and waiting. It wasn't long before Naomi's father opened the door, gasping at the sight of the drenched and grimy girl, thinking at first it was a beggar before recognizing her. “Ms Anderson!? What happened? What are you doing here!?” Mika shook her head, not wanting to explain it all and too ashamed and embarrassed of her current state. “I…I need to see Naomi…please…is…is she home? May I come in?” Mr. Patterson looked at her with great concern and pity before stepping aside for her to enter. “Of course, you're practically family. Come inside and get warm. Suzu is here as well. Let's get you out of the rain and into a towel ” He put an arm around her with great care, paying no attention to the mud that was now coating his arm. Mika nodded in thanks, shivering and rubbing her shoulders as she stepped inside.

Mrs. Patterson's motherly instincts took over the second she laid her eyes on the poor girl, taking her up to the bath immediately. Suzu and Naomi only caught a glimpse of her as they ascended up the stairs. Mr. Patterson distracted the girls, telling them they could talk to Mika after she was clean and dry. After a hot bath, and being given a clean nightgown, Mrs. Patterson suggested she spend the night, as it was too dark and dangerous to go back out in the storm. Her mother had called on the telephone while she took her bath to confirm she was there and alright. Mrs Patterson had reassured her and told Mika her mother had her permission for her daughter to stay until morning. Mika nodded again in thanks as she was escorted to Naomi's bedroom. Naomi was sitting on her bed, hugging a pillow and waiting anxiously, Suzu was pacing around her room. Both girls were in their sleepwear. Their heads snapped to the door upon seeing Mika, standing to attention but not approaching yet, unsure if they should give her space or embrace her. Mika's eyes remained downcast as Naomi's mother spoke. “Mika is going to stay here tonight. All three of you will go to your study group in the morning.” She then closed the door, leaving the three girls to catch up.

Naomi took the initiative, slowly stepping toward her friend. “Mika…what happened? Are you okay?” Mika steadily lifted her eyes to meet theirs and opened her mouth to speak. Before she could let out a sound, the sound of tapping startled all three girls. It was coming from the window. Suzu, who was standing closest, looked out, straining her eyes to see into the dark, before looking down at the sill with a gasp. She quickly unlocked the window and opened them. As the wind and rain blew in, something else did too, two small white wet birds, landing on the ground in exhaustion. Suzu slammed the windows shut again. They resisted at first with the wind, but Suzu was stronger than she looked and fastened the lock in an instant. “Pax! Columbia!" Mika rushed over to her collapsed feathered friend. She bent down and sat on her knees in front of them. She yanked off the towel that hung around her shoulder to dry her hair from the bath and scooped up the two birds with it. Beginning to dry them off before shaping the towel into a makeshift nest, sitting it on her lap.

The doves cooed gratefully, resting from pursuing her. "Wait…aren't those your grandfather's pets? What are they doing here?” At the mention of her grandfather, Mika's heart wrenched. Now that she felt she was somewhere safe, everything crashed down on her all at once. She hunched forward, and huddled above her newly inherited companions, finally letting the emotions consume her. She let the sadness run through her entire body. Her lungs seized as she sobbed profusely, unable to hold back the floodgate of emotions she had welled up inside. Naomi and Suzu stared at the pitiful and alarming sight, unsure what to do or say before looking to each other for some idea on how to proceed, they each had the same thought and nodded to each other. Both girls bent down on each side of their inconsolable friend. In unison, the girls put their arms around her in an embrace and comforted her, for as long as she needed, they would be there. After a moment, Mika lifted her arms as well holding her two best friends in the whole world, and held them close. They would be there together, and up all night if they needed to. As long as Mika felt safe and comfortable with them, it's all that mattered right now. To Be Continued (eventually)

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