The Water's Captive
The restless cerulean surface of the ocean came to view as Haruka made his way home. He had never been especially fond of the sea, taking into account how sleepless the water was and how the waves prevented him from swimming the way he liked, but something about the way the waves gleamed at him made him want to swim. He wanted to dive into the salty water and push his way forward with his arms, his chest, and his feet, to glide through the sea and feel it's cold embrace around his body.
Thinking this, Haru stopped, gazing down at the blue with want. A little while wouldn't hurt, he told himself as he changed his route and headed for the sand covered ground.
The sand was warm, almost scorching, creating a contrast with the gentle, but biting wind. This didn't stop Haru from removing his shoes, his shirt and pants, leaving him in his swimmers, and to head for his next destination -- the ocean.
He dove in, carving an opening with his fingers and pushing forward. The resistance was far greater than in a pool, and it decreased his speed drastically, but the swimmer didn't mind. He just wanted to feel the water and didn't even bother swimming at all. Instead, he lay floating on his back with his eyes closed, until he hit someone.
Feeling skin on skin, Haru quickly turned, opening his eyes and mouth to apologize, when his words caught in his mouth. The man was tall, he could tell even thought everything but his head was underwater. He had sharp, but friendly features and excellent green eyes, drawing the dark haired teen's attention away from his tail.
"S-Sorry.." He finally muttered, turning his head to the side the way he always did when talking to strangers.
