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#58: “You’re never this quiet, What’s wrong?”
When Jake had first become a detective, he thought that he was probably the most earnestly invested in what he did. After all, he worked the job he had been dreaming about since he was a kid and god he loved what he did.
‘How could anyone be more into this than me?!’ Was a constant thought that ran through his head throughout the entirety of his first years getting perps.
Then the one Ms Amy Santiago joined the nine-nine and Peralta was thrown through a loop as he considered if it even looked like he loved his job anymore.
Fast forward a few years, he ended up marrying that very adamant detective and the two acted as a crime-stopping super-team.
Their equal love for what they did mean a lot of over-time and personal hours invested in their cases, making it all that much harder to find time for one another.
Some times, just sometimes, however, all the stars seemed to aline and Jake and Amy found themselves with time to bond and hang out like a married couple should.
It was late into the afternoon and the couple had accomplished all that they needed to do, eat breakfast, take a shower, and get up. not in that order.
Now the two laid on their couch, watching the T.V. Usually, Amy was pretty against watching the t.v. as she found it: “pointless and a waste of precious time I could be organising something or making something that Holt would appreciate” But Jake and his magical reasoning skills were able to convince her otherwise that afternoon.
What that really meant was that he basically just promised that they could watch the Smithsonian channel and she could organise those binder tabs that she had been meaning to do.
She agreed the second organisation was mentioned.
So there the couple laid on the couch lazily, to each their own.
Jake, not at all interested on whatever history mumbo-jumbo the fancy speaking old man was saying on the tv, instead he equally divided his attention to trolling through Diehard chat rooms, trying to snoop the possibility of another movie being made, and starring Amy.
The second wasn’t intentional. It was just he could see her from his peripheral vision, and she was so cute as she tried to manically fix her binder collection, Jake couldn’t stop looking.
“You haven’t talked in like thirty minutes and in all the time that I’ve known you, you’ve talked through every single movie we’ve ever seen, including the aeroplane safety videos which is crazy if you ask me,” Amy looked In Jake’s direction, rearranging the pile of dividers laying in her lap. “You're never this quiet, what’s wrong?”
“No nothings wrong, I was just thinking” He cleared his throat.
Any gave him an incredulous look, Moving her supplies on the coffee table in front of her. “Okay, you never think, what’s the matter?”
Jake just sighs, knowing his cover was blown he looks down at his hands “No nothing is wrong Ames, it's just, I was actually thinking... thinking about us,”
Amy’s heart dropped to the pit of her stomach he seemed so calm, so calm it was troublesome. She adjusted her posture so that she was sitting more professionally, she didn't want to give any tells of her worry “Thinking about what?”
“About how much I love you and how perfect our life is,”
Amy’s tense shoulders dropped as she felt her heart swell, a little ‘aww’ escaped her lip as she leaned over to kiss him.
“I love you too,” she said against his lips, moving so that their foreheads rested against one another as the tone in her voice completely changed “We should turn off the tv-”
“Uhuh” Jake’s voice followed, his eyes lighting up in excited curiosity
“Change into something a little different,”
“Uhuh”
“And go get some ice cream from the new place across the street!”
Jake jumped up from the couch like a little kid, “Hell yeah! God I love you so much, babe”
I’ve never written about this pairing before and I absolutely love them so I thought why not write about them. I actually went and rewatched season 3 to try and get their characters as accurately as I possibly could, but if they seem a bit ooc then I apologize in advance DX Please Enjoy! ~Elle
Tendou often teased Semi for behaving like a parent to the younger members of the team.
He encouraged them, gave them advice and cared for them, but isn’t that what any good senpai would do? If anyone had the position of team dad, it was most likely Ushijima or Reon. They had unbelievable amounts of patience, something Semi lacked in. Semi was a patient person, but only to an extent. If his teammates were annoying, he would blow his fuse.
One member in particular pissed him off the most.
Second year setter, Shirabu Kenjirou.
Shirabu took over Semi’s position as a regular on the volleyball team. Now, he was by no means angry at Shirabu for taking his position, as he was aware that the best players should be on the court and he acknowledged the younger member’s skill. The problem he had with Shirabu is that he was a little brat.
The boy, in Semi’s eyes, was disrespectful and dismissive of him in particular. Shirabu wouldn’t pay attention to Semi’s advice much, which irritated him greatly. Semi has lived longer than Shirabu, meaning he had more experience and could help him. Why did that kid act as if he was superior? It seemed as if the ever stoic child never wanted his senpais’ help.
Until one day…
The locker room was isolated save for Semi himself. Closed maroon lockers seemed to be his only company as he changed out of his training uniform. He paused for a moment and sat down on the bench nearest to him, the final moments of the match against Karasuno replaying in his mind. Shiratorizawa losing was a result that no one expected to occur, and the shock of having been defeated began to resuscitate and bring forth burning hot tears.
A sob piercing through the silence of the locker room’s ambience startled Semi out of his train of thought, and he arose from the bench in pursuit of the source of the sound. He returned to his own locker momentarily to put his shirt on because he didn’t want to appear half naked in front of the other person in the room.
At the very last row of lockers lied Shirabu Kenjirou, curled into a ball and sobbing into his jacket.
Semi was taken aback at the sight, and for a moment he was unsure of his movements. Shirabu probably wanted to be left alone and didn’t want Semi or anyone to console him.
However, he, no matter how much he disliked the kid, was determined to be a good senpai for him.
“Shirabu?”
The crying boy’s wails stopped when he heard his name, and he peeked his head out of the shelter he created with his uniform, his eyes wide and bloodshot. Semi took a few steps more, tentatively and carefully approaching him.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Semi asked as he sat down on a spot on the bench distant from Shirabu. Shirabu looked down and shook his head as he sniffled. Semi nodded his head in understanding.
Taking a different approach, he decided to talk about the game himself.
“We worked hard to get as far as we did. One loss will not define whether or not you are a good or bad player. You win some, you lose some,” Semi declared in an attempt to comfort the boy.
“I could’ve…practiced more…avoided making mistakes,” Shirabu said in between sniffles. The boy was playing with the zipper of his jacket, hiding his face in embarrassment of revealing his emotions in front of people.
“That toss to Wakatoshi was not a mistake, and we said that before,” Semi rose his voice slightly, “Don’t beat yourself up about it.”
“I could’ve avoided him from being blocked!” Shirabu shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. The boy began to shake again as he felt like crying again. “It’s my fault we lost, Semi-senpai. So many attacks were stopped by that glasses kid that could have succeeded-”
“-But we couldn’t help because those blockers were skilled,” Semi interrupted the boy, “You shouldn’t blame yourself over something you can’t control, such as the skill level of the players on the other side of the court. You also can’t take all the blame for yourself, since we’re a team and not individual players. You’re a good player, Shirabu. You’re a regular for a reason. The best players are always out on the court, so stop putting yourself on a lower pedestal over one game.” To be perfectly honest, Semi had no idea what he was saying, but he tried to word what he wanted to say in a way that would hopefully make Shirabu stop crying. Judging by the boy’s silent nod, the monologue seemed to have the desired effect.
Semi began to get up from his spot and walked over to Shirabu and slapped him on the back. Shirabu flinched slightly at the harsh contact and looked at Semi with wide eyes, but Semi only looked back at him with an outstretched hand.
“Let’s get out of here,” Semi commanded, keeping his arm up. Shirabu looked down and shyly took his senpai’s hand and got up.
As they left the locker room, the pair seemed to have forgotten that they were still holding hands. The boys soon realized and let go awkwardly. After a slightly uncomfortable silence, Shirabu spoke up.
“Thank you, Semi-senpai.”
Semi furrowed his brows, “Are you okay? You’ve never this polite.” The boy was happy he was being treated with respect from his annoying kouhai for once, but he was also disturbed.
Shirabu looked back at his senpai with a slight scowl on his face that did not look as intense as it could have been with the puffy eyes and reddened cheeks. Semi laughed and waved his hand in apology.
Shirabu Kenjirou could be a little brat sometimes, but perhaps Semi could admit to liking the boy around.
He will not admit to acting like a parent, though, even though Tendou was probably completely right about his accusations.
Hiii! How are you? Can you please write about Peraltiago with prompts 15; 112 and 134 please? That would make me realllyyyy happy 🥰🥰 also, I’ve tried to join groups about peraltiago with my other account but I didn’t succeed, I think I’m bad at it
Hi! I’m good now that you’ve requested that I write something! I’m like so excited to write this yeeee! I also have no clue how to work tumblr my dood so I’m sorry, I can’t be of much help. But anyway, I’m going to do each of these individually, and I’ll link them on this post when I write them :).
But for now, here is 15 :)
#15: “You’re breaking my heart, babe”.
Jake paced up and down the narrow hallway of the precinct, occasionally looking up to see fellow detectives pass him in the hall.
To say that he was excited would be an understatement, he was beyond thrilled and his constant moving was an obvious sign of that fact.
The nine-nine had been understaffed for about the last week. Rosa and Terry had been on a stakeout for the last two days, Boyle was at home. He along the likes of Genevieve and Nikolaj had all gotten a rare type of virus from some exotic bird that Jake wasn’t entirely sure he could even pronounce. All three of them were fine, but Charles still needed a few more days before he would function again.
Then there was Scully and Hitchcock, there was nothing advertently off with them, but they were as useful as the chairs they sat in, if not less.
The lack of bodies seemed to be the main concern of Captain Holt who was basically forced to pawn his caseloads on other precincts, Jake, on the contrary, was beyond thrilled.
The lack of detectives made it all the easier for Jake to convince Holt to let his beautiful and brilliant wife help him on an undercover drug bust.
So there Jake stood, almost skipping in the hall, waiting for Amy to come out of the bathroom in the outfit he had chosen for her undercover personality to rock.
“Jake...” The unsure voice of Amy rang from the bathroom Being at the end of the hall when she called, Jake’s head peaked up like a little puppy as he made her way towards her.
“Are you sure this is what you want me to wear... It feels a little, um unprofessional,” With that Amy slid the door open with what was barely a crack. She leaned against the now-closed door, her body language slouched, her arms crossed in front of her like she was uncomfortable.
She had a skin-tight red dress on that was just a little too low, her hair was a curly mess that framed her face perfectly, her face caked on with more makeup then she thinks she had worn in her entire life.
Jake had to stop himself from oogling her because “damn she looked good”.
“Jake...?” Amy repeated with an annoyed tinge in her voice this time. He hasn’t been so successful in his goal, realising that he had been staring at her for the last 30 seconds.
“Um yes,” He cleared his throat, shaking his head “Yeah, you look super great”.
Amy just sighed, knowing that even though yes they did have a case, this was probably more for Jake’s entertainment and maybe that could be fun on its own.
“So, what’s the mission?”
“Pretty standard drug bust but the location is pretty trashy”
“Hint’s the outfit” She gestured down.
“Hmh”
“And the cover-up?”
“Right I’m Ron MkFlain and you’re Polly Hennaro, we’re from LA and want to buy some cocaine because the memories of the divorce and being stuck in that tower are just too much for us to handle” He smiled smugly to himself like he had just had a stroke of genius.
Amy, however, was less entertained. She just blinked at him, a deadpanned expression. “You just took the plot of the first Diehard movie and changed the first letters of the character’s names, huh?”
Jake gave a cheeky grin.
“No, absolutely not”.
This elicited a child-like whine from him “Why nootttt? You’re breaking my heart, babe!”
Amy chuckled, rolling her eyes in a friendly manner as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling Jake into a hug “I have a better idea, what if-” Her voice bounced with every word as her fingers rubbed against the fabric of her husband’s flannel “We’re Jonny and Dora Veralto? Loving husband and wife for the last 5 years?”
Jake smiled, leaning down to peak her lips quickly, afraid Holt would protest their workplace PDA, “Okay, maybe you didn’t break my heart after all”.
Note: no-one asked for this. literally. No-one. but i reallly wanted to write okay 😪. anyway please go suggest a drabble for me to write & enjoy:).
“Nothing bad is going to happen baby, I promise”
“Daddy?” A small voice called from where the hallway and living room met.
Jake’s head turned sharply in his daughter’s direction the second he heard the calling.
It was later into the evening, almost ten at the time. Jake had been up, trying to wrap up a case load that he couldn’t seem to solve while simultaneously watching Diehard for the third time that week.
“What’s up, mandms?” He paused the tv screen, pushing this folders of work to the side as he stood up abruptly, walking in his child’s direction.
Almost instantaneously a smile consumed his expression. Emi leaned against the wall, a tiny yawn emerged as she attempted to rub the clear triedness from her eyes. Jake almost chuckled to himself when he saw her curly dark hair amess, and her pink pajamas shifted on her body from when he had tucked her in.
‘God,’ The father though to himself, ‘She looks so much like Ames’.
“There’s a monster in my closet! I can’t sleep when there is a monster in my room!”
Jake’s expression instantly softend, he couldn’t argue with that logic, plus this was a pretty standard routine in the Peralta household.
Like many times before, Amy, now a captain, was on mission that lasted overnight. And while Jake knew that Emi liked to spend time with him, the four year old missed her mom.
He had never dismissed Emi’s blatant attempts for attention. He knew that she was way to smart to believe in actual monsters, afterall, Amy was her mother.
But he still entertained the proclaim, plus Pimemento had actually been hidding in Emi’s closet once.
He frowned slightly, leaning down to pick the little girl up “Good thing detective daddy is on the case! Nothing bad is going to happen baby, I promise”.
Jake lightly tickled her little belly, getting the littlest giggle in response that lit up his expression.
“Look,” He plopped Emi ontop of her mattress as he made his way over to her closet.
As he turned on the flashlight of his phone with one hand, the other swung the doors open, feeling his kid eye him from bwhind with anticipation.
“No monsters, Em” He shined the lights, revealing nothing but a perfectly organised closet curtesy of a one mrs Amy Santiago- Peralta.
Emi sat down, nodding her head in what was almost defeat.
“Now let me tuck you back in because it is wayyy past your bed time and mama is going be real mad if she finds out I let you stay up this late”.
“I won’t tell her, promise,” she let out a little squeak, which was an obvious lie because she told Amy everything, “But I miss mommy” her tone became sadder.
Jake sighed, nodding his head in agreement. “Here scoot your boot”. He gestured for her to move, and of course, shed obeyed as Jake smooshed his way into her tiny twin sized bed.
Immediately, Emi clang to his side, burrowing her face into his neck.
“Hey I miss her too but mama has a very important job to do” He tried, but failed, to grasp her eyes, so he kept talking.
“We both just need to go to bed and she’ll be here in the morning, okay? Then we can all go out to get ice cream?”
He looked down to kiss her forehead, ready to get up and let her be when she nearly screamed.
“No! Daddy don’t go!”
Jake just sank back to where he was, putting an arm around his little girl “Okay cool cool cool,”
He felt as Emi was content with his answer, shifting so she could fall asleep easier.
Meanwhile Peralta laid there, staring at the ceiling and smiling like an absolute idiot.
“I won’t leave, Baby... I never will”
And he didn’t. He waited until she fell asleep, but he was soon to follow.
It sure was a nice surprise for Amy when she came hone the next morning.
The night sky was illuminated with millions of stars, all of them impossible to count. Kuroo reminisced about the nights he spent lying on the grass as a child, looking up at the sky and enjoying the view. These nights made him realize just how small he is in this universe, which awed him and terrified him all at once.
Now, he was accompanied by his boyfriend, Tsukishima, to stargaze. The other boy seemed to be staring off into space, figuratively and literally, entranced by the view. Kuroo smiled at him warmly and gently patted his arm in order to capture his attention.
Tsukishima turned to face him, “What happened?”
“It’s a new moon,” Kuroo responded, “The first character of my name, “黒”, and the first character of your name, “月”, put together create “黒月”, meaning “black moon.” Don’t you find that interesting?”
Tsukishima seemed to be unamused by the boy’s comment, rolling his eyes in disapproval, but he proceeded to hold Kuroo’s hand and squeeze it lightly, a silent gesture of affection.
Kuroo smiled, “Well?”
“If only that brain of yours could make connections like that when it comes to your schoolwork,” Tsukishima sighed.
“I’m one of the top students in my class, thank you very much,” Kuroo quipped back with a grin, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand. Tsukishima only rolled his eyes, but couldn’t contain the small smile forming on his face.
“Sometimes I wonder why I’m dating you,” Tsukishima muttered, adjusting his glasses.
“You love me. That’s why,” Kuroo responded with a smirk.
“I should re-evaluate my taste in people,” Tsukishima replied, but Kuroo knew his boyfriend did not mean what he said.
As he looked up at the night sky, Kuroo once again felt small, drowning in the sea of stars. He spotted the empty, black patch in the sky and recognized it as the moon. The moon, he realized, is also very small in this universe, but it served a great purpose to people on Earth. With Tsukishima by his side, Kuroo felt that he, too, was serving a purpose instead of living a meaningless existence.
OK so I love coffee shop aus and i wanted to try writing one because why not? The title I don’t really agree with on a literal sense because tbh i like hot milk tea better but if you read you’ll see (hopefully) what I mean by cold. I hope you enjoy! ~Elle
A man with unruly black hair and a grin that resembled that of the Cheshire Cat stood before Kenma for the fourth time that week. The scene was all too familiar, for the man placed his elbows on the counter, held his head in his hands and smirked at Kenma, the unfortunate cashier that captured his attention, just as he did every other time.
“I’d like a large milk tea, two gingerbread cookies and your number to go,” the man ordered with a smirk on his face that was almost considered permanent.
This man, Kenma thought to himself, was desperate.
“That’s 850 yen,” Kenma replied, keeping his head down in case the customer was staring. The man handed him a 1000 yen bill and made Kenma roll his eyes when he said he could keep the change.
“Shouyou, I need a large milk tea,” he called out to his co-worker. Said co-worker raised his head from the plate of green tea cheesecake he had his face buried in to face Kenma and nodded quickly, hiding the remnants of his crime. Kenma sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering how the boy never got caught stealing the food.
“Here!” Shouyou passed the drink to Kenma, trying to hide the whipped cream smeared on his face with his free hand.
“You’re lucky Kageyama-san isn’t here,” Kenma remarked, earning a pout from the red-headed boy.
“Like you haven’t sneaked coffee from here after all-nighters, Kenma-san,” Hinata replied in return. “Also, that guy is here again? He must really like you!”
Kenma half-grimaced and muttered, “I fail to understand why he’s going after me of all people,” as he walked back to the counter. He picked two gingerbread cookies from the display shelves and placed them in a small paper bag, proceeding to hand said paper bag and the cup of tea to the man.
“I believe I ordered your number, as well?” The man commented, looking up at Kenma with an almost cocky expression, if not for the wavering of his eyes and the rising of his hand to run it through his hair.
His hair was so much of a mess that it remained intact when he did so...
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like a glass of water instead, sir? You sound rather thirsty,” Kenma replied without missing a beat, “Please leave the line if you are not going to order anything else.”
The comment seemed to have hurt the man’s pride, for he retreated to the nearest table, sat down and began to play with the stirrer in his tea with a defeated expression.
“Kenma-san, you’ve really been hanging out with Tsukishima-kun too much,” Shouyou commented, “So cold!”
“I do admire the guy’s determination, but the pick-up lines are terrible,” Kenma sighed for the nth time since the mystery flirt’s arrival and began to make himself a mug of coffee. “I’ll be right back.”
“Good luck!” Shouyou shouted as Kenma walked over to the lonely table the man was sat at. He sat himself on the seat opposite to him and placed his coffee mug on the table, the noise causing the man to look up from his tea. He stared at Kenma with wide eyes.
“Wha-”
“I’m taking my break,” Kenma cut the man off. The customer nodded and avoided all contact as he continued to dip his cookies in his tea. His attitude was the complete opposite of what he made himself out to be in the last few days. Instead of overflowing confidence, he was timid and shy. Did he really want to impress Kenma that badly?
“I’m sorry for bothering you,” the man spoke up after a long silence. For the first time, he was actually able to keep eye contact for longer than a second.
“I’ve had ruder customers, don’t worry. Thank you for having the decency to apologize, but I don’t believe your behavior was something to apologize about,” Kenma nonchalantly replied after sipping his coffee.
“Then what did I do that deserved an apology?”
“The horrible pick up lines.”
The man looked at Kenma with wide eyes.
“Were they that terrible? My best friend told me they would work,” he sheepishly replied, “I really wanted to impress you, so I’m sorry for that. If you’re interested, I’d really like to take you out sometime when we’re both free.” His countenance gave off a more authentic aura of confidence instead of the fake cockiness he tried to display before.
Kenma considered his options for a moment. The man, he admits, is rather good-looking despite the permanent bedhead. He seemed to really be trying to gain his affections without being disrespectful. He also seemed to be nice and decent enough.
“I’ll take up that offer, but on one condition.”
The man’s eyes lit up and he smirked once again, or perhaps it was his form of smiling. He took a sip from his tea, which was now disappointingly lukewarm, and asked, “What’s the condition?”
“Please stop taking romance advice from your friend,” Kenma answered with a monotonous voice as he looked dead into the man’s eyes. The man’s smile grew bigger as his eyes closed and his head was thrown back in laughter.
Last part of my fic for MerMay! So sorry I didn’t post this earlier. I really hope you enjoy this, though! (tho i made it kinda sad so not sorry) ~Elle
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Part 1 Part 2
Yachi had her answer when her eyes cracked open due to the excruciating pain caused by her stomach violently rumbling. Shimizu had been driven away for good. A headache began to develop, and Yachi couldn’t do anything but groan. There was no way she could fish for food, drink freshwater, or signal for help in her position. Perhaps if rain were to miraculously fall, she could drink it and somewhat get rid of her dehydration.
Her stomach rumbled again, causing Yachi to curl into herself. She wanted to cry, but her eyes did not permit her to do so. She reached for a nearby rock and began to play with it in order to try and distract herself. The headache’s ferocity only increased when she moved, making Yachi wail in agony. For a moment, she imagined her mother beside her, trying to calm her and aide her. This only made her feel even more miserable, for she couldn’t help but think of how worried she must be. In that moment, Yachi truly wished for her breathing to cease.
“I’m sorry, mama,” Yachi said to herself, “I’m sorry, papa.”
The girl’s eyes closed, and she wished for them to never open again.
…
…
…
“No.”
Yachi rose to her feet but needed to get on all fours to stabilize herself before dizziness overcame her. She couldn’t be so pathetic as to let herself die. She wanted to see her mother again. She could meet her father again in a much later date. Diving into the water, Yachi shivered at the cold biting at her skin. She was going to get herself back home.
Yachi began to swim away from her asylum, but she had too little energy to go a long distance. Perhaps she should have thought her plan out before acting out of nowhere.
A grey fin peeking out of the water made Yachi regret her decision even more. Her eyes widened when a grey head revealed itself, black eyes staring back at her. Yachi froze and could already picture the Great White’s sharp teeth piercing through her body and tearing her to shreds. If she stood still, perhaps she would be ignored.
Suddenly, a seagull swoops in between her and the sharks, picking up a fish from the water and flying away with what is now its dinner.
The shark seemed to want to copy the bird.
Its mouth opened wide to reveal blood red gums and sharp, jagged teeth coming towards Yachi. Either the shark had a horrid case of gingivitis, or Yachi wouldn’t be its first meal of the day.
Black hair popped out of the water and the creature began to attack the shark. The creature’s pink tail wiggled in the air as the shark flailed in the water to try and get it off. The creature’s mouth hooked onto the shark’s gills, causing the shark to flinch and escape before more damage was done.
“Hitoka-chan!” The creature-no, Shimizu called for Yachi.
“No! Get away from me!” Yachi shrieked, trying to swim away. The siren’s intentions were still unclear to her. Was Shimizu trying to kill her herself? Sirens are inherently evil. She could not let herself fall for Shimizu’s façade or give her the benefit of the doubt. That mistake was already made the first time they met.
“Hitoka-chan, please!” Shimizu swam towards her, making Yachi try to swim even faster. Her body failed her in her mission, for the amount of energy she had to move was low due to hunger and dehydration. Shimizu caught up to Yachi with ease, and the girl gave up trying to escape.
“Kill me...softly...if you must,” Yachi panted out. The girl’s weary body floated in the water, bouncing slightly when small waves moved her.
Shimizu’s face twisted in confusion, “What on earth are you talking about?”
“You’re going to kill me anyway,” Yachi uttered in a pathetic tone, “I wish to die in the most painless way possible.
Shimizu shook her head and moved closer to Yachi, turning onto her stomach, “Get on my back.”
Yachi furrowed her brows, “Where do you plan on taking me?”
“There’s coastland not too far from here. I’m taking you there.”
“I don’t understand you,” Yachi breathed out, “You’re as much a mystery to me as I must be to you. How could I trust someone who has never explained anything about himself to me that was the truth?”
Shimizu closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “I will explain.”
Shimizu did deceive Yachi. She knew her charm and her song was deadly, and she used it to her benefit in order to drive away filthy men. Men were only interested in her appearance, which sickened her to no end. Having the ability to kill them off made Shimizu grateful to be a siren, because every man that looked at her in a perverse way would fall under her trap. What she didn’t expect was to attract a girl with her song.
The girl seemed to be weak, making her look like easy prey. Shimizu noticed the girl was still conscious and swam towards her and pretended to try to save her. Her original plan was to charm the girl into believing Shimizu was going to help her and eventually leave her stranded, and it worked. The girl found Shimizu completely alluring, and Shimizu was able to make herself take over every single thought in the girl’s head. The plan, however, failed and was abandoned once Shimizu found the girl alluring, as well.
She was too innocent, making Shimizu rethink taking advantage of her weak physical and mental state. As she carried the girl, whom Shimizu learned was named Yachi Hitoka, her desire to leave her to die left. Yachi was far too innocent and cute, and she never harassed her. Shimizu decided to instead make the cave a rest stop and actually take the girl back home.
When the charm from the night before faded and Yachi wanted nothing to do with Shimizu, she felt hurt for the first time. Her heart began to ache, a foreign feeling Shimizu never wanted to experience again. In that moment, Shimizu decided all humans were terrible in different ways. The original plan was brought back to life.
As she swam away, she found another rocky area and land at the distance. She thought about the lost girl who wanted to go home and realized that Yachi had every right to be angry at her. Shimizu was the one hurting her. Shimizu was the one that wanted to leave her to die. Shimizu was the one at fault, not Yachi. The morning after, she swam over to Yachi as fast as she possibly could. The scene before her once she found Yachi was unexpected, but it enraged her.
“That is when i realized I cared about you,” Shimizu states in a serious tone, “I’m sorry.”
“How can I trust that you are telling me the truth right now?” The girl continued to try and keep her distance from the siren. Shimizu raised her right hand and proceeded to caress the girl’s cheek.
Yachi learned that a siren’s lips were not any different from a human’s; but this siren’s lips sang a sweeter song and left a sweeter taste than any human’s lips in the world. Yachi was sure of that.
“Do you still believe I shouldn’t be trusted?” Shimizu stared into Yachi’s eyes. The girl’s eyes were wide open and her cheeks were flushed with crimson. Hesitantly, Yachi held on to Shimizu’s shoulders. Shimizu smiled.
The pair soon made it to land, but Yachi was still very weak, so she needed to lie down on the sand. Her stomach continued to grumble furiously. Shimizu looked at her with sympathetic eyes.
“It is still early morning. This beach seems to become heavily populated during the day. Someone should come to help you soon,” Shimizu held tightly onto the girl’s hand.
“I’m so hungry and thirsty,” Yachi whined.
“I know, dear,” Shimizu began to rub her hand.
“Stay with me until people arrive?” Yachi looked at Shimizu with puppy eyes that she couldn’t resist.
“Okay.”
As soon as a family begins to settle down in a spot far away from them, Shimizu squeezed Yachi’s hand and let go.
“Goodbye, Hitoka-chan,” Shimizu pressed her lips onto Yachi’s forehead.
“Will we meet again?” Yachi asked weakly.
“I don’t know,“ Shimizu shook her head, “Keep me in your memory until we can do so.”
“I will.”
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Years passed, and the pair have not seen each other again. Yachi was at the beach near her home, sketchbook in her lap and pencils in her hand. She had been working on this drawing for a long time. With a sigh of relief, she looked at what she created. Before her was a drawing of a blue ocean with a clear blue sky all around. A siren with sleek, black hair, striking blue eyes, and a majestic pink tail was swimming in that water, her smile more beautiful than the landscape around her.
So for MerMay, I thought it’d be a good idea to dedicate this month to the lovely and underappreciated ship, Kiyoyachi. Hope you enjoy this series! ~Elle
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Yachi Hitoka was always fascinated by the sea. She lived by a beach all her life, and she found the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore to calm her. She would always have a sketch pad on her lap whenever she visited the beach because the scenery always inspired her to draw.
One day, she decided to go visit the beach. Her blonde hair was flying around due to the wind, causing her sight to be obstructed by golden locks. She sighed, and she grabbed a hair tie and tied her hair back into a ponytail. The wind continued to make the pages on her sketch pad move out of place, making her give up on drawing and set the pad aside. Yachi looked up and watched the waves crash down on the shore. The tide seemed to be getting higher, and the sky seemed to be growing darker. The girl decided that she should probably go home.
In the middle of the night, she heard a faint voice that sounded like singing. She had no idea where it came from, but her drowsy head concluded that it was probably her mother singing to a song as she worked in another room. Yachi turned her head to face her alarm clock and furrowed her eyebrows when she saw that it read 2 am.
“Mother couldn’t be staying up so late, could she?” She grumbled and decided to get up and see what the fuss was about. She walked up to her mother’s room, but heard no voice come from the area. Yachi furrowed her brows, shrugged and went back to bed. As her head hit the pillow, she once again heard singing-not from inside, but from outside, and the voice was much louder. Yachi groaned in agony. She was ready to fight whoever was keeping her up, despite the fact that she’s terrible with confrontation, because all she wanted to do was rest. She grabbed the lantern she kept beside her bed and left the house through her window, stomping her feet on the cold, damp sand as she made her way to where she heard the voice come from. The tide was still high, but Yachi never considered the security she was guaranteed from her late night expedition.
Her carelessness was a grave mistake, for Yachi was knocked off her feet, causing a yelp to escape her mouth as the water dragged her in. Her father’s advice from many years ago replayed in her head: if a riptide pulls you in, don’t panic and swim diagonally towards the shore.
At the current moment, however, remaining calm was difficult. Yachi tried to swim, but the possibility of her drowning at sea kept her anxious and afraid. She tried to keep herself calm and think positive thoughts, but the negativity continued to affect her. Her body began to sink from her flailing, causing her to grow even more panicky. She decided to give up on swimming and float. Fatigue caused her to grow sleepier, making her eyes drift shut, no matter how much she willed them not to. The girl vaguely felt a pair of arms under her body as she drifted.
Waking up on a rock was not at all where she was expecting to wake. Yachi had hoped the night before was a terrible nightmare and she would open her eyes to find herself back in bed. Tears began to well in her eyes as she looked around and saw no sight of anything but other similar rocks around her. The girl wanted to go home and be with her mother, draw by the sea, eat a delicious meal at home and lie on her bed. She began to panic when she realized there was no way for her to call for help. Unless a boat were to pass by, she could be stuck there forever. Yachi huddled into a ball and began to wail as she cried her eyes out. Her stomach rumbled, causing Yachi to start crying even more because she didn’t know what she could eat. From the distance, she spotted a large, pink tail peeking out of the water. The fish seemed to be moving closer to her, causing Yachi’s mouth to water. She could probably eat it if she was able to catch it and kill it. She began to look around for some rocks to knock it out with. Her search was fruitless. She turned around to face the fish coming towards her, but she shrieked in horror once she saw the fish had the upper body of a human.
The mermaid swam towards her, raised her head above the water and asked, “Are you ok?” Yachi only stared incredulously at the being. The mermaid, admittingly, was beautiful. Her dark blue, scrutinizing eyes watched the blonde girl as she panicked on top of the rock.
“I must be dehydrated or hungry, or both. This can’t be real. Mermaids don’t exist!” Yachi muttered to herself as she hugged her knees and rocked herself.
“I am a siren. I saw you floating in the water and brought you to my home,” The siren revealed, “I found these.”
The siren pulled out a small fishing net filled with clams. Yachi’s eyes widened and she immediately grabbed as many as she could and began to crack them open. The siren only looked around, not knowing what else to do. As soon as Yachi finished satisfying her hunger, she looked towards the siren and began to blush.
“U-Um, t-tha-thank you,” She stammered out her gratitude towards the siren.
The siren tucked her long black hair behind her ears and smiled at the blond. “I assume you want to go home,” she said, “I’ll try to take you to the nearest beach.”
Yachi furrowed her eyebrows, “You’re not going to eat me?” She realized her question may have come off as rude, but the siren only giggled in response.
“I sing but attract males unintentionally, causing their ships to crash,” She responded, “I have no intention to harm humans, much less pretty girls.” The siren blushed a bit and smiled, but Yachi was as red as a tomato. Was the siren referring to her? Was she the pretty girl?
“If you could hold onto my back, I could take you home. It will take a couple of days, though,” the siren began to float on her stomach in order to give Yachi the opportunity to grab onto her. The girl hesitantly began to submerge herself in the cold, briny seawater, and wrapped her arms around the siren’s torso. She began to worry if she was too heavy for the siren, but the siren seemed to read her thoughts as she spoke, “Don’t worry. You’re quite light.”
The siren began to propel herself forward with her beautiful pink tail, and the two girls began to navigate the Pacific. Yachi looked around in awe at the sight of the blue water and clear sky all around her. The storm from the night before seemed to have passed because everything was calm. She wanted to remember this sight in order to draw it in her drawing pad once she got home. A beautiful, black haired siren with a pink tail could be featured, as well.
“What’s your name?” Yachi asked the siren.
“Shimizu Kiyoko,” she responded with a soft smile, “Yours?”
“Yachi Hitoka,” Yachi began to shiver at the lack of heat. Shimizu turned her head and looked at the shivering girl sympathetically.
“I’m sorry, Hitoka-chan. Is it too cold for you?” Shimizu asked her with a concerned tone to her voice. Yachi shook her head in response, only half-lying. The water was very cold, but it wasn’t anything she could not tolerate. She only needed to wait for her body to get used to the temperature.
Shimizu continued to move forward, her tail creating small waves behind them. Yachi began to daydream of being back home, drawing by the sea with Shimizu wading in the water beside her.
