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[Team One] The Shape of Water
The title is just pure trolling. So don't mind it.
"Him. You should meet him." Watanabe looked up towards the surface.
“Who?” Sakuma blinked at his friend. “What are you talking about?”
“You know the guy who’s been coming out to go surfing with Ryota?” Sakuma furrowed his eyebrows. He knew ‘Ryota’ was the human Watanab had gotten interested in and revealed himself to - ages ago. Apparently Watanabe had first met ‘Ryota’ when the two of them had been but babies, so ‘Ryota’ had never thought anything strange about Watanabe.
Many years had passed since then but the two of them would still meet each other at times, though what they did together was a mystery to Sakuma.
“Why do you think I should do that?” Sakuma asked another question.
“Because you’ve been asking me about what it’s like and whatnot. And you keep asking me about what the world up there is like. Instead of asking, go and experience it yourself,” Watanabe huffed. “I can’t answer all those questions and really if you’re so interested, go and explore yourself. Try and be careful and smart about it. I know that last part is hard but try.”
And then Watanabe left Sakuma alone to mull over things.
He wouldn’t deny it. He was curious. Maybe too curious for his own good. But Sakuma wasn’t known for being the smartest - as Watanabe had said. But he was also not the most rash.
So he spent some time watching and observing again until one day, something happened.
The usual group had come out to surf but then the guy Watanabe had talked about was knocked off his board by a strong wave. Usually, this wouldn’t have been a problem but then the cord connecting the board to his leg snapped and the board was pulled away by the waves. The guy just sunk instead of trying to swim up, to stay afloat.
“Guys, Hikaru can’t swim!!” The water carried the voices to Sakuma and his eyes widened.
The other members of the group were too far away, the currents wouldn’t let them get over to their friend fast enough.
Sakuma moved before he could think. He could see that the other was running out of oxygen already, so Sakuma pressed his lips against Iwamoto’s and breathed some oxygen into the other. Then he dragged Iwamoto’s larger body upwards along with him and they broke to the surface, Iwamoto gasping and coughing as they did so.
One of Sakuma’s friends, a shark, had pulled the surfboard back over. Sakuma made sure Iwamoto was back on his board before he sunk back down into the depths.
For one moment though, his and Iwamoto’s eyes met, before he disappeared into the darkness.
“Hikaru!! Are you okay??” Miyadate finally reached his friend, who was still coughing and gasping on the surfboard.
Iwamoto nodded, “I’m okay. The cord tore. I should be more careful.”
“You should,” Miyadate nodded. Then he frowned, “Something wrong?”
“What? Ah no, I’m okay.” Iwamoto shook his head but then found himself looking down at the water again. “Maybe I was just seeing things.”
A smile tugged on Miyadate’s lips. “Or maybe you weren’t.”
“Huh?” Iwamoto blinked at his friend.
“Nothing,” Miyadate shook his head.
What Iwamoto had seen, had felt, did not turn out to be ’nothing’ though and things refused to leave him alone. So he found himself wandering down the beach a few days later, alone, just looking out towards the vast ocean that stretched out ahead of him.
Suddenly he heard a sound from behind some rocks. The sandy part of the beach had come to an end and ahead laid the rocky cliffline instead.
Curiosity sparked, Iwamoto went to climb over some of the rocks. He found a spot mostly hidden from view there and stopped. Crouching down he reached into the water. “I thought I saw something…” he muttered softly to himself and then almost jumped when he found something - someone? - touching his hand.
Iwamoto fell back onto his butt in surprise.
Then he watched as a pair of arms came up and then pulled a body up onto the rock he was also sitting on. It was a male around Iwamoto’s age probably, with hair the colour of sand and pal, almost bluish looking skin. And dark eyes. Deep and dark like the ocean.
“You’re real,” Iwamoto stared at the other. “You saved me!”
“I couldn’t just let you drown.”
Iwamoto moved closer and smiled, “Thank you. I owe you my life.”
“It’s okay!”
“What’s your name? Ah, I’m-”
“You’re Iwamoto Hikaru. I know. I heard your friends call your name. I’m Sakuma. Sakuma Daisuke,” Sakuma smiled back at Iwamoto.
Suddenly there was a sound. More people were close. Sakuma tensed. “I need to go.” And without any further word, he disappeared back into the water. Iwamoto wanted to call out to stop him but it was too late. Iwamoto sighed and got back up onto his feet.
When he laid in bed later that night, he thought of Sakuma again. And he remembered the day the other had saved his life. Subconsciously, Iwamoto touched his lips. He could almost feel it, a lingering sensation of Sakuma’s lips pressed against his. When Sakuma had kissed him, his lungs had stopped burning and his mind had stopped panicking. When the other had kissed him, Iwamoto had known that things would be okay somehow. It had been a pleasant feeling.
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"Him. You should meet him." Watanabe looked up towards the surface.
“Who?” Sakuma blinked at his friend. “What are you talking about?”
“You know the guy who’s been coming out to go surfing with Ryota?” Sakuma furrowed his eyebrows. He knew ‘Ryota’ was the human Watanab had gotten interested in and revealed himself to - ages ago. Apparently Watanabe had first met ‘Ryota’ when the two of them had been but babies, so ‘Ryota’ had never thought anything strange about Watanabe.
Many years had passed since then but the two of them would still meet each other at times, though what they did together was a mystery to Sakuma.
“Why do you think I should do that?” Sakuma asked another question.
“Because you’ve been asking me about what it’s like and whatnot. And you keep asking me about what the world up there is like. Instead of asking, go and experience it yourself,” Watanabe huffed. “I can’t answer all those questions and really if you’re so interested, go and explore yourself. Try and be careful and smart about it. I know that last part is hard but try.”
And then Watanabe left Sakuma alone to mull over things.
He wouldn’t deny it. He was curious. Maybe too curious for his own good. But Sakuma wasn’t known for being the smartest - as Watanabe had said. But he was also not the most rash.
So he spent some time watching and observing again until one day, something happened.
The usual group had come out to surf but then the guy Watanabe had talked about was knocked off his board by a strong wave. Usually, this wouldn’t have been a problem but then the cord connecting the board to his leg snapped and the board was pulled away by the waves. The guy just sunk instead of trying to swim up, to stay afloat.
“Guys, Hikaru can’t swim!!” The water carried the voices to Sakuma and his eyes widened.
The other members of the group were too far away, the currents wouldn’t let them get over to their friend fast enough.
Sakuma moved before he could think. He could see that the other was running out of oxygen already, so Sakuma pressed his lips against Iwamoto’s and breathed some oxygen into the other. Then he dragged Iwamoto’s larger body upwards along with him and they broke to the surface, Iwamoto gasping and coughing as they did so.
One of Sakuma’s friends, a shark, had pulled the surfboard back over. Sakuma made sure Iwamoto was back on his board before he sunk back down into the depths.
For one moment though, his and Iwamoto’s eyes met, before he disappeared into the darkness.
“Hikaru!! Are you okay??” Miyadate finally reached his friend, who was still coughing and gasping on the surfboard.
Iwamoto nodded, “I’m okay. The cord tore. I should be more careful.”
“You should,” Miyadate nodded. Then he frowned, “Something wrong?”
“What? Ah no, I’m okay.” Iwamoto shook his head but then found himself looking down at the water again. “Maybe I was just seeing things.”
A smile tugged on Miyadate’s lips. “Or maybe you weren’t.”
“Huh?” Iwamoto blinked at his friend.
“Nothing,” Miyadate shook his head.
What Iwamoto had seen, had felt, did not turn out to be ’nothing’ though and things refused to leave him alone. So he found himself wandering down the beach a few days later, alone, just looking out towards the vast ocean that stretched out ahead of him.
Suddenly he heard a sound from behind some rocks. The sandy part of the beach had come to an end and ahead laid the rocky cliffline instead.
Curiosity sparked, Iwamoto went to climb over some of the rocks. He found a spot mostly hidden from view there and stopped. Crouching down he reached into the water. “I thought I saw something…” he muttered softly to himself and then almost jumped when he found something - someone? - touching his hand.
Iwamoto fell back onto his butt in surprise.
Then he watched as a pair of arms came up and then pulled a body up onto the rock he was also sitting on. It was a male around Iwamoto’s age probably, with hair the colour of sand and pal, almost bluish looking skin. And dark eyes. Deep and dark like the ocean.
“You’re real,” Iwamoto stared at the other. “You saved me!”
“I couldn’t just let you drown.”
Iwamoto moved closer and smiled, “Thank you. I owe you my life.”
“It’s okay!”
“What’s your name? Ah, I’m-”
“You’re Iwamoto Hikaru. I know. I heard your friends call your name. I’m Sakuma. Sakuma Daisuke,” Sakuma smiled back at Iwamoto.
Suddenly there was a sound. More people were close. Sakuma tensed. “I need to go.” And without any further word, he disappeared back into the water. Iwamoto wanted to call out to stop him but it was too late. Iwamoto sighed and got back up onto his feet.
When he laid in bed later that night, he thought of Sakuma again. And he remembered the day the other had saved his life. Subconsciously, Iwamoto touched his lips. He could almost feel it, a lingering sensation of Sakuma’s lips pressed against his. When Sakuma had kissed him, his lungs had stopped burning and his mind had stopped panicking. When the other had kissed him, Iwamoto had known that things would be okay somehow. It had been a pleasant feeling.
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AJdbjdvaksbk That was amazing! I WANT MOAR!
Also, HOW CAN YOU LEAVE ME WITHOUT THEM GETTING TO KNOW ONE ANOTHER!?
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