#hheyeye

shiro sighed, leaning his arms behind him on his surfboard.

he's been out in the water watching kids all day. waiting for something. maybe a life to save, or to yell at a kid who was swimming towards the limit point. or maybe to stop being asked questions, if his prosthetic can get wet. maybe he just wanted his shift to be over, so he could go home, shower and sleep.

he couldn't seem to pinpoint what he wanted to do. and at this point he didn't care what happened.

the water was peaceful today. unfortunately lowtide.

shiro closed his eyes feeling the light breeze, hitting his face and water tight suit. the bright red lifeguard recuse tube, floating next to him. the rope tied to his ankle.

"hey."

shiro's eyes snapped open, moving suddenly making his board tip and plungging himself into the water.

shiro quickly resurfaced, looking around for the person. he frowned not seeing anyone besides some kids and a few adults.

he swam back to his board, feeling weird.

then he heard it.

the beginning of saturn, flooding his mind. he knew the piece by heart.

how..?

shiro turned himself in the water, looking around, seeing if it wasn't in his head that someone, hopefully, was just playing it on a very loud speaker. but no luck.

then he saw it.

bright blue eyes, staring straight at him. his arms and legs moved slowly, keeping him above water. yet, frozen in the water, staring at blue eyes intently.

suddenly, shiro's swimming.

he doesn't know who blue eyes is. why is he swimming toward them?

why can't he stop?

the melody of the song gets louder in his head as he swims closer. he closes his eyes, water still hitting him as he swims.

he stops. so does the music.

"open your eyes."

he does.

blue eyes is right in his face. shiro can see the strange scales across their face. his eyes travel to the water, seeing glowing blue.

a tail..?

the music starts again.

blue eyes is smiling. shiro let's out a gasp, seeing razor sharp teeth.

shiro gains feeling back in his hand and raises his prosthetic on instinct. blue eyes stays in place, seeing to know shiro won't harm them.

shiro touches blue eyes' cheek, tracing the scales expertly.

then he remembers.

the sleepless nights where shiro would stay up, trying to remember the tan face with blue eyes and a pattern on his face. dream blue eyes' hair was dark, wet looking. no doubt brown when dried.

"you're him."

startled, blue eyes pulls away from shiro.

shiro tries to catch him before he can leave. he wants answers. he wants to know what blue eyes is and why does dream about them.

before shiro can properly grab them, the music comes back. pricing through shiro's skull, just as a big wave, fiercely pushes him away.

by the time shiro resurfaces, he's on shore his surfboard beside him. rescue tube no longer tied to his ankle, but floating aimlessly at sea.

shiro scans the water top, for any signs of blue eyes, finding none.

shiro sits on the sand, with unanswered questions, confusion filling ever fiber of his being.