It's the fic you've all been waiting for, Contestshippers! My best effort ever into this story about Shuu and Haruka as mermaids under the sea.
My life in the sea was perfect until he came.
His light green hair shone on his head like flower petals and his eyes were brighter than the sun on the surface. And his voice was like the strange, soothing tunes I heard above my head everyday.
He stood out in the cool shades of our cerulean hued world. His colors were blazing and standing out. He was different. Everything was perfect about him until I met him.
“Who might this be?” he said flatly, clearly not in a good mood.
After watching him from afar (stalking, he calls it) I didn’t think he would be that disrespectful. I tensed up and gritted my teeth. How dare he!
“I happen to be the princess of this Seadom!” I huffed. I hated to be all bratty like that, but I had my dignity.
“I suppose that would make me a commoner,” he sighed, but I could see the slyness building up in his eyes. He was up to something.
For that moment I was sorry I was rude. Then he smirked and my sorrow floated away with a gentle current coming by.
“I’m Shuu,” he finally introduced himself.
“Shoe? That’s a strange name,” I said, confused.
He clearly was not amused. “It’s Shuu, get it right,” he said icily.
Ouch and oops. After a few lame tries, I got closer. “I’m Haruka.”
He held out his hand. I reached for it, but then stopped as a green light gathered into the center of his palm. A strange red thing on a stick with horns appeared in his hand. He held it carefully and offered it to me.
“Uh? What is this?” I asked.
He looked disappointed. “You don’t get out much, do you?”
I remained silent. Actually, this was my first time outside castle grounds for a while, so I don’t know much about the outside world.
“This is a rose,” he explained. “It’s a flower from… from far lands. These sharp things on it are thorns. They can hurt you if you’re not careful, but if you get to smell a rose, it’s worth the trouble.”
I grasped it carefully and breathed in the scent. It smelled fresh and… different. Not like the salty smell of the ocean (I don’t notice it unless I go to areas where it seems saltier). It smelled pure.
Of course, I only smelled pure water once and it was fantastic.
We talked for the rest of the day before I had to go home, but I learned that he was a year older than me and he was a foreigner (which might explain the strange name). He came alone too. I looked deep into his eyes again and instead of seeing a sly cover, I could see evergreen-colored loneliness.
I enjoyed talking with him, and he seemed to get in a better mood after a while. I sure regret putting him in a good mood.
I like seeing him happy, but then he started teasing me a little and I felt a little uncomfortable. Right before I was about to leave for home, he offended me.
“Alright. See ya, flat chest.”
The nerve—I was only seven! What could he expect? Early development?
The next day, and the day after that, he started teasing me repeatedly, but I didn’t feel as bad as before, because I knew he wasn’t being truly mean.
One morning when I was eight, and Shuu was nine, my doctor pulled me into the office. It was made of coral and stone and the floors shimmered from being cleaned so much.
She examined me and wrapped a red cloth around my chest.
“You’re developing rather early, but it’s normal for girls born in this Seadom.”
Doctor smiled at me and explained about the cloth and several other things.
“You live in the Hoenn Seadom. Girls born in this kind of weather, diet, and water conditions begin development around age eight to ten. Kanto, where I was born, we usually start around age eleven or twelve.”
I hid from Shuu that day, because I knew I would feel embarrassed. By then we were friends and I knew he would be nice about it because he didn’t like to hurt my feelings or make me feel uncomfortable, but I couldn’t face him for a whole week.
And during that week, my tail fin grew longer and my tail overall sprouted a painful two inches.
I would have to face him eventually.
And when I did, he glanced at the cloth and shrugged. “Wanna come and play?” he asked.
I was relieved and for a while we chatted and played with other boys and girls, but I noticed that he kept glancing at me, then quickly reverting his gaze elsewhere.
I had a hunch it wasn’t about my growing tail.
In a couple of more days Mother got me a strange object and told me to replace the cloth with it. It had two slightly curved cups that was connected by a strap. The strap was trimmed with gold and jewels were engraved into it. A slightly transparent layer of cloth hung over my belly and back.
“This will be for special occasions. This cloth you can wear for the rest of the time, okay?” she told me and smiled kindly.
I was glad, too, because the fancy one was sure tight and uncomfortable.
I wore it to the celebration of my ninth birthday.
“You look really nice in that,” he told me.
My face was turning pink. He never gave compliments to his other friends! “Er, thanks,” I managed to wheeze. Ugh, it was really tight. They must think I have a microscopic waist.
“Are you okay?” he asked, and I couldn’t remember anything after that, because then I passed out.
I woke up in Doctor’s office on a bed. Shuu was at my bedside. My super tight party suit was replaced by my regular cloth.
I was told that apparently the thing was much too tight and eventually I couldn’t get enough air to stay conscious, so Shuu had to remove the thing from my body and call the Doctor.
I wanted to pass out from embarrassment. He didn’t seem effected by it right now, though.
“So…uh…” I couldn’t find any words to say.
“You could’ve died,” he stated.
I stared at him. “You… really care?” I asked meekly.
He nodded. I began to cry. He was the best, best, best, best friend I could ever ask for.
I never thought he was mean, sly, or anything bad again (or at least meant it). He had proved that he was mature and kind… and that I could trust him.
After that, I knew for sure that he was only being playful when he teased.
And now, at age ten, I’m thinking that it wasn’t just playful.