#dulcxdo

;; swimpuku tho

[ loser has to commit 

swimicide

or become

『 ｡*ﾟ✲* 』

           Makito could barely walk as they entered            the cemetery, shaking in her step as she             clung to her twin. There was just something            about the atmosphere that seemed to grip            her tightly, wanting to drag her down into            the damp earth itself. Fear traced its fingers             down her spine as Makito struggled to shake            the feeling off--why, oh why were they doing             this again!?

                      The laughter of children soon reminded                       her. Normally, that kind of cheerful sound                       was quite welcome to the swimmer, but                       now it was only eerie as it resounded. It                       gave her chills even when it came from                        none other than her younger siblings as they                        ran forth excitedly.

                    "R-R-RAN! REN! Don't just run off!"                      she shouted after them, but her feet just                      couldn't seem to move. In a blink of an eye,                      her little brother and sister seemed to vanish,                      leaving only Maki and Mako standing in the fog.

                    The school counselor was on her ass                     again, this time for ditching yesterday's                     meeting--but like hell Yuzuki was going                     to sit through one of those. As he pulled                     in to gain on her, she made a last minute                     dash towards the school fence, leaping                     over it with  g r a c e  - - - 

░ 『 ❀ 』 ░  ; ;

                “Okay, your turn,                          Mako-chan.”

░ 泳ぐ ░ 

            Spasms of hunger                  are pinching inside her stomach as                  the mermaid searches for something actually                  filling to eat, the past meal of seaweed doing                   little to assuage her appetite. Haruki always craves a                   little variety in her food, but sometimes it's just difficult                  to find. Today, however, she has decided to make                  a bigger attempt by actually swimming up closer                  to the surface for her hunt.

                                  The human world has never interested Haru much.                                   How could it, when everything up there is so . . .                                    dry? The most she can bear is swimming through the                                   waves from her shoulders, up. Any more exposure                                   to the world above the sea feels overwhelming. She                                   needs that cool sheathe of the waters constantly                                   wrapped around her, she needs that sense of simple                                   peace and knowing she feels when she drifts through                                   her world. She needs . . . 

                 M A C K E R E L .                  Suddenly, Haru's eyes widen at the spot of silver and                  blue before her. If one could drool underwater, she                  would. How long had it been since she had last had                  mackerel? The mermaid reaches out to seize it, but then--                  it swims away, fast - - - much faster than she had ever                  seen one swim before. But that won't do it much good.                  She dashes after it, speeding through the currents,                  weaving through them almost effortlessly, growing                  closer with every inch as it swims towards the surface.                  At the last stretch, Haru stretches out her hands and                  grabs it--and she's tugged along. What? 

               「  ★☆！」     Because  singing  along enthusiastically and  off key                                                    isn’t enough, Makoto has to dance as well      ——                                                   though his rendition looks more a whale trying to do                                                    Thriller while on drugs than Kyaru’s  strange  dance.

                        With the  song  blasting  at  almost  highest  volume                          from  his  phone  paired  with  loud  ‘ singing’   and                          clumsy   thumping    against   wood,   it’s  really  no                         wonder Makoto doesn’t hear Haru opening his door.

                                                               Only  when  the  song  nears  its                                                                 end  and he horridly attempts at                                                                 a twirl does Makoto notice black                                                                 and blue in his  spinning  vision.

                                           He has time to scream,     twist his ankle,                                             accidentally throw his phone across  the                                            room, and fall flat on his bright red face                                            before the song finishes at last,  leaving                                             the room painfully quiet as Makoto tries                                             his best to mimic a wooden floor.

░  泳ぐ ░  ; ;

             They are going out later                   together to see The Life of Pi at Rei's                   house, but after discovering she has                   extra time beforehand, Haru decides to                    drop by Makoto's house early.                           No one else seems to be home                          so after the doorbell going ignored,                          Haru lets herself in, and . . . ?

                                    What is that?

                  --well, Haru knows what it really is,                   having heard the song played not                   only by Nagisa during practice once                   but countless times on the television.                   But what is it doing drifting out from                   Makoto's bedroom?

                  She approaches the door almost                   hesitantly, as if she's in a horror                   movie and expects that thing with                   the pink dress and face mask and                   white bowl wig to  P O U N C E  on                   her when she opens the door.

                  What she finds is far more disturbing.

                                    Makoto is singing and dancing                                     his heart out to the song, and it's a                                     wonder the whole house doesn't fall                                     to pieces with all the noise and thumping.                                     A man that tall does not look right wiggling                                     his knees, and Haru is reminded of a nice green                                     frog bending before it springs off across the water.

                          [ B E E P ]                                     goes the ending of the recording                                     when he's finished, and Haru                                     saves the video she's filmed                                     ( not for blackmail , but just                                        personal enjoyment )                                     and she pockets her phone                                     while Makoto shouts and falls.

                  OH NO - - -                   with everything combined                   together, it's almost impossible                   not to laugh, but Haru manages                   to keep an even line despite her                   face turning red and her shoulders                   trembling slightly. 

░ 『 ❀ 』 ░  ; ;

                ” Hey MAKO-CHAN! Over here! “