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scriveynerTitle: siren's call
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Mermaid
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 696
Summary: Oh, Gotou thought, sinking slowly into darkness. He could see light above him still, shadows moving across the break of the water above his head. It was so far away, he couldn’t reach it even if he tried. Struggling against the weight of his waterlogged clothes just dragged him down quicker. He closed his eyes and relaxed, and thought rather calmly, so that’s that, then.
Oh, Gotou thought, sinking slowly into darkness. He could see light above him still, shadows moving across the break of the water above his head. It was so far away, he couldn’t reach it even if he tried. Struggling against the weight of his waterlogged clothes just dragged him down quicker. He closed his eyes and relaxed, and thought rather calmly, so that’s that, then.
The weight hit him hard, and all the air he was desperately keeping trapped in his lungs escaped in a stream of bubbles. Gotou choked, eyes opening on reflex as slim arms surrounded him, tugged at him - things were going blurry, green and black but he recognized sandy hair and worried, blue eyes….
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Nine years old and standing in water up to his knees - his mother had scolded him for going out further, he never had learned to swim but she wasn’t really paying attention now, and he was trying to coax his new friend out of the water to go play on the safety of the sandy beach. They’d been laughing and splashing each other, tossing a beach ball around under the bright summer sun.
He’d gone out further after the ball, up to his waist, his belly - his new friend had swam around in circles, happy, ecstatic he’d come out that far, saying, “Gotou-san, Gotou-san, let’s go for a swim, a swim-”
“I can’t swim,” he’d said, apologetic, almost got knocked off his feet by a wave and that’s when his mother saw him, yelled at him to get into shallower water. He’d thrown the beach ball without thinking, it caught a wave and was washed out, far out of his grasp and his new friend was off like a shot, disappearing under the waves and emerging behind the ball, herding it back to shore.
“Let’s go eat,” Gotou yelled, his friend bobbing away in deeper water. He glanced away, distracted by his mother yelling at him for being in the water again, and when he looked back the beach ball brushed his leg, but his friend was no where to be seen.
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He choked on the brine, the seawater burning as he coughed it up, fingers curled into sun-warmed sand. But he could breathe, and Gotou sucked air into his abused lungs, coughed again and again, and when he felt a hand on his back, through his sopping clothes he lifted his head, breathing raggedly through his mouth.
“Stupid,” his rescuer murmured, laying on his stomach on the sand beside Gotou, chin in his hands. “Why were you on a boat, Gotou-san, if you can’t even swim?”
And Gotou stared dazedly into familiar blue eyes, longer hair now curling around his face, fluffy despite the water caught in it and sparkling like diadems in the sunlight. The rest he thought he’d dreamed, memory tainted by media and dismissed as false - the crimson scales that began around his belly, curling into a thick, powerful tail that was long enough to still be touching the waterline, where the waves lapped gently at the shore.
He gaped, and his rescuer leaned forward, cupped his jaw with one hand and grinned, despite the sadness Gotou could see in his eyes. The kiss was even more of a surprise, brief and chaste, and Gotou barely had time to process what was going on before it was over. Wordlessly, his rescuer - his friend - slid back into the surf and in the time that Gotou staggered to his feet he was out of reach, bobbing in the water, the surf washing over his shoulders. “Wait,” Gotou cried out, and his voice cracked through with the effort. He doubled over, coughing hard and once he straightened, his friend was gone. Gotou was alone on the beach, the only evidence of his rescuer some loose red scales left glimmering in the sand.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Mermaid
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 696
Summary: Oh, Gotou thought, sinking slowly into darkness. He could see light above him still, shadows moving across the break of the water above his head. It was so far away, he couldn’t reach it even if he tried. Struggling against the weight of his waterlogged clothes just dragged him down quicker. He closed his eyes and relaxed, and thought rather calmly, so that’s that, then.
Oh, Gotou thought, sinking slowly into darkness. He could see light above him still, shadows moving across the break of the water above his head. It was so far away, he couldn’t reach it even if he tried. Struggling against the weight of his waterlogged clothes just dragged him down quicker. He closed his eyes and relaxed, and thought rather calmly, so that’s that, then.
The weight hit him hard, and all the air he was desperately keeping trapped in his lungs escaped in a stream of bubbles. Gotou choked, eyes opening on reflex as slim arms surrounded him, tugged at him - things were going blurry, green and black but he recognized sandy hair and worried, blue eyes….
Nine years old and standing in water up to his knees - his mother had scolded him for going out further, he never had learned to swim but she wasn’t really paying attention now, and he was trying to coax his new friend out of the water to go play on the safety of the sandy beach. They’d been laughing and splashing each other, tossing a beach ball around under the bright summer sun.
He’d gone out further after the ball, up to his waist, his belly - his new friend had swam around in circles, happy, ecstatic he’d come out that far, saying, “Gotou-san, Gotou-san, let’s go for a swim, a swim-”
“I can’t swim,” he’d said, apologetic, almost got knocked off his feet by a wave and that’s when his mother saw him, yelled at him to get into shallower water. He’d thrown the beach ball without thinking, it caught a wave and was washed out, far out of his grasp and his new friend was off like a shot, disappearing under the waves and emerging behind the ball, herding it back to shore.
“Let’s go eat,” Gotou yelled, his friend bobbing away in deeper water. He glanced away, distracted by his mother yelling at him for being in the water again, and when he looked back the beach ball brushed his leg, but his friend was no where to be seen.
He choked on the brine, the seawater burning as he coughed it up, fingers curled into sun-warmed sand. But he could breathe, and Gotou sucked air into his abused lungs, coughed again and again, and when he felt a hand on his back, through his sopping clothes he lifted his head, breathing raggedly through his mouth.
“Stupid,” his rescuer murmured, laying on his stomach on the sand beside Gotou, chin in his hands. “Why were you on a boat, Gotou-san, if you can’t even swim?”
And Gotou stared dazedly into familiar blue eyes, longer hair now curling around his face, fluffy despite the water caught in it and sparkling like diadems in the sunlight. The rest he thought he’d dreamed, memory tainted by media and dismissed as false - the crimson scales that began around his belly, curling into a thick, powerful tail that was long enough to still be touching the waterline, where the waves lapped gently at the shore.
He gaped, and his rescuer leaned forward, cupped his jaw with one hand and grinned, despite the sadness Gotou could see in his eyes. The kiss was even more of a surprise, brief and chaste, and Gotou barely had time to process what was going on before it was over. Wordlessly, his rescuer - his friend - slid back into the surf and in the time that Gotou staggered to his feet he was out of reach, bobbing in the water, the surf washing over his shoulders. “Wait,” Gotou cried out, and his voice cracked through with the effort. He doubled over, coughing hard and once he straightened, his friend was gone. Gotou was alone on the beach, the only evidence of his rescuer some loose red scales left glimmering in the sand.
