Post by Cesela on Sept 27, 2016 15:30:30 GMT
Summary; At one point, every girl shares the desire to be a mermaid. Aoko is not an exception and purchases a mermaid tail.
Wordcount; 1091
Rated; K+
Special thanks to the amazing Taliya for betaing.
Title; The Song of the Sirens
She cut through the water like a spear with her arms clasped above her head. She pushed her chest down, then released as the hips were pressed down – don’t lock your knees – then extended the knees as the hips released, letting the undulating motion flow through her legs and ended with a fluid snapping of her feetfins.
And repeat
The water slid against her skin, enveloping her in a comforting embrace. There was a certain freedom in the water, like she was floating in the source of life itself. She could feel the push and pull of the currents, the more minor disturbances in the water indicating the existence of other people. There was a movement in the peripheral of her vision, however she ignored it – this was her space.
It started as a tickle in the back of her throat which gradually spread to her lungs with a familiar burn. Nakamori Aoko exhaled, releasing the last breath of oxygen in a burst of bubbles as she resurfaced, her lungs expanding automatically in order to gulp down the fresh air. She leaned backwards to float and her tail flopped to the surface, the emerald green scales glittering in a dozen subtle shades from the reflection of the sun.
From the edge of the pool, she heard Keiko’s excited voice mixed with those from a group of children, and a smile blossomed on her lips as she pushed the swimming goggles to her forehead.
One of her best memories of her mother was from when she was four and saw a live-mermaid show. Her mother’s eyes had shone with such wistfulness that Aoko had vowed there and then to become one just to make her mama happy. Aoko had taken swimming lessons since she was six, and though the dreams still burned within her, she had stopped answering, “’A professional mermaid’” whenever anyone asked her what she wanted to do since she was nine. She was self-conscious and embarrassed about the dream. A career being a mermaid was simply not a feasible option, and so she had ignored the fantasy.
However, a few months ago, she had stumbled across a website selling mermaid tails and the yearning swept through her. She had money saved and, after several days in which the aching had not evaporated, she had approached Keiko for help – the person she trusted most not to ridicule her.
Keiko hadn’t. In fact, she had been even more excited than her as the tail finally arrived.
Aoko breathed slowly and deeply in order to fill her lungs once more before she flopped her feet and the tail followed the motion, sending a wave of water towards the edge. Her Audience cooed and giggled in response. She twisted her upper body to submerge the tail – the tail felt like a part of her after months of practicing, the latex fabric less restricting and the weight comfortable.
“Hey, Aoko!”
She froze, her breath hitching in her throat in panic – she knew that voice.
“Kuroba-kun!” Keiko sprang to her protection, arms waving as she blocked Kaito’s advance. He gave her an amused quirk of his lips, however his eyes drifted towards the public pool in order to seek Aoko from the crowd.
Aoko did the only thing she could think of and ducked her head, hoping against anything that he would not spot her. She offhandedly noticed that he had not been wearing a bathing suit; rather, he was still in his school uniform.
‘That BaKaito had been following her!’
Kaito’s eyes lightened up as he located her and he smoothly evaded Keiko with a puff of coloured smoke and a red decoy-balloon. Her previous audience’s attention was now directed towards the magician, and the children cheered in excitement.
Aoko saw the moment he noticed the tail, and the smile froze on his lips as he came to a full stop. Her cheeks flushed red and she lowered her eyes, waiting to hear him laugh. Instead, he let out a gurgling noise that somehow resembled her name. Her eyes snapped up in his direction again, her heart leaping for a second as it sounded as though he was in serious pain.
She barely caught the sight of a dark blur before a splash washed over her; she lifted an arm to shield herself before clumsy limbs scraped across her skin.
“You – BaKaito,” she stuttered between the movements as the water threatened to submerge her, trying to resist the pull of the arms around her hip before his stronger build pushed her to the edge of the pool and up to dry land.
Aoko felt stunned by the sudden change, and she coughed, as she had swallowed a few mouthfuls of water. She had no time to get her voice back in order to yell, as Kaito was suddenly crouching above her, his eyes glued to the pool. His voice was low and the quivery tone indicated he was filled with naked terror.
“There is something in the water. Are you alright –“
Aoko pushed against his chest to force him off her, her fingers pressing against the soaked shirt and she realized he had not taken a second to remove it before plunging into the water. His wet hair clung to his temples, making him resemble a waterlogged cat.
“Get off me, you idiot,” she groused instead of analysing the implications of his rash decision making. Her mermaid tail flopped against the ground as she twisted awkwardly, the noise making Kaito freeze again as his eyes finally rested on the tail.
There was a second of silence, before he scrambled off her, a silent scream on his lips. Glass shattered and skittered everywhere as he overturned a table in his haste to retreat.
Aoko pushed herself up to glower. Of all the scenarios she had imagined if and when anyone fund out, this had not even entered the equation.
“I knew you were half a fish,” Kaito commented amicably after calming down. It had taken a while before he approached her again. There was something unreadable in his expression as he continued, “Only fish can be that evil.”
Aoko did not spare a moment as she pushed him back into the pool. The resonating splash and spluttering of arms and half-drowned words made a smile twitch in corner of her lips, and was worth the flush of her cheeks from Kaito’s – relatively calm – reaction to the whole ordeal. Perhaps she should not have been so nervous about coming forward with her dreams after all.
Wordcount; 1091
Rated; K+
Special thanks to the amazing Taliya for betaing.
Title; The Song of the Sirens
She cut through the water like a spear with her arms clasped above her head. She pushed her chest down, then released as the hips were pressed down – don’t lock your knees – then extended the knees as the hips released, letting the undulating motion flow through her legs and ended with a fluid snapping of her feetfins.
And repeat
The water slid against her skin, enveloping her in a comforting embrace. There was a certain freedom in the water, like she was floating in the source of life itself. She could feel the push and pull of the currents, the more minor disturbances in the water indicating the existence of other people. There was a movement in the peripheral of her vision, however she ignored it – this was her space.
It started as a tickle in the back of her throat which gradually spread to her lungs with a familiar burn. Nakamori Aoko exhaled, releasing the last breath of oxygen in a burst of bubbles as she resurfaced, her lungs expanding automatically in order to gulp down the fresh air. She leaned backwards to float and her tail flopped to the surface, the emerald green scales glittering in a dozen subtle shades from the reflection of the sun.
From the edge of the pool, she heard Keiko’s excited voice mixed with those from a group of children, and a smile blossomed on her lips as she pushed the swimming goggles to her forehead.
One of her best memories of her mother was from when she was four and saw a live-mermaid show. Her mother’s eyes had shone with such wistfulness that Aoko had vowed there and then to become one just to make her mama happy. Aoko had taken swimming lessons since she was six, and though the dreams still burned within her, she had stopped answering, “’A professional mermaid’” whenever anyone asked her what she wanted to do since she was nine. She was self-conscious and embarrassed about the dream. A career being a mermaid was simply not a feasible option, and so she had ignored the fantasy.
However, a few months ago, she had stumbled across a website selling mermaid tails and the yearning swept through her. She had money saved and, after several days in which the aching had not evaporated, she had approached Keiko for help – the person she trusted most not to ridicule her.
Keiko hadn’t. In fact, she had been even more excited than her as the tail finally arrived.
Aoko breathed slowly and deeply in order to fill her lungs once more before she flopped her feet and the tail followed the motion, sending a wave of water towards the edge. Her Audience cooed and giggled in response. She twisted her upper body to submerge the tail – the tail felt like a part of her after months of practicing, the latex fabric less restricting and the weight comfortable.
“Hey, Aoko!”
She froze, her breath hitching in her throat in panic – she knew that voice.
“Kuroba-kun!” Keiko sprang to her protection, arms waving as she blocked Kaito’s advance. He gave her an amused quirk of his lips, however his eyes drifted towards the public pool in order to seek Aoko from the crowd.
Aoko did the only thing she could think of and ducked her head, hoping against anything that he would not spot her. She offhandedly noticed that he had not been wearing a bathing suit; rather, he was still in his school uniform.
‘That BaKaito had been following her!’
Kaito’s eyes lightened up as he located her and he smoothly evaded Keiko with a puff of coloured smoke and a red decoy-balloon. Her previous audience’s attention was now directed towards the magician, and the children cheered in excitement.
Aoko saw the moment he noticed the tail, and the smile froze on his lips as he came to a full stop. Her cheeks flushed red and she lowered her eyes, waiting to hear him laugh. Instead, he let out a gurgling noise that somehow resembled her name. Her eyes snapped up in his direction again, her heart leaping for a second as it sounded as though he was in serious pain.
She barely caught the sight of a dark blur before a splash washed over her; she lifted an arm to shield herself before clumsy limbs scraped across her skin.
“You – BaKaito,” she stuttered between the movements as the water threatened to submerge her, trying to resist the pull of the arms around her hip before his stronger build pushed her to the edge of the pool and up to dry land.
Aoko felt stunned by the sudden change, and she coughed, as she had swallowed a few mouthfuls of water. She had no time to get her voice back in order to yell, as Kaito was suddenly crouching above her, his eyes glued to the pool. His voice was low and the quivery tone indicated he was filled with naked terror.
“There is something in the water. Are you alright –“
Aoko pushed against his chest to force him off her, her fingers pressing against the soaked shirt and she realized he had not taken a second to remove it before plunging into the water. His wet hair clung to his temples, making him resemble a waterlogged cat.
“Get off me, you idiot,” she groused instead of analysing the implications of his rash decision making. Her mermaid tail flopped against the ground as she twisted awkwardly, the noise making Kaito freeze again as his eyes finally rested on the tail.
There was a second of silence, before he scrambled off her, a silent scream on his lips. Glass shattered and skittered everywhere as he overturned a table in his haste to retreat.
Aoko pushed herself up to glower. Of all the scenarios she had imagined if and when anyone fund out, this had not even entered the equation.
“I knew you were half a fish,” Kaito commented amicably after calming down. It had taken a while before he approached her again. There was something unreadable in his expression as he continued, “Only fish can be that evil.”
Aoko did not spare a moment as she pushed him back into the pool. The resonating splash and spluttering of arms and half-drowned words made a smile twitch in corner of her lips, and was worth the flush of her cheeks from Kaito’s – relatively calm – reaction to the whole ordeal. Perhaps she should not have been so nervous about coming forward with her dreams after all.