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Yachi had her answer when her eyes cracked open due to the excruciating pain caused by her stomach violently rumbling. Shimizu had been driven away for good. A headache began to develop, and Yachi couldn’t do anything but groan. There was no way she could fish for food, drink freshwater, or signal for help in her position. Perhaps if rain were to miraculously fall, she could drink it and somewhat get rid of her dehydration.

Her stomach rumbled again, causing Yachi to curl into herself. She wanted to cry, but her eyes did not permit her to do so. She reached for a nearby rock and began to play with it in order to try and distract herself. The headache’s ferocity only increased when she moved, making Yachi wail in agony. For a moment, she imagined her mother beside her, trying to calm her and aide her. This only made her feel even more miserable, for she couldn’t help but think of how worried she must be. In that moment, Yachi truly wished for her breathing to cease.

“I’m sorry, mama,” Yachi said to herself, “I’m sorry, papa.”

The girl’s eyes closed, and she wished for them to never open again.

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“No.”

Yachi rose to her feet but needed to get on all fours to stabilize herself before dizziness overcame her. She couldn’t be so pathetic as to let herself die. She wanted to see her mother again. She could meet her father again in a much later date. Diving into the water, Yachi shivered at the cold biting at her skin. She was going to get herself back home.

Yachi began to swim away from her asylum, but she had too little energy to go a long distance. Perhaps she should have thought her plan out before acting out of nowhere.

A grey fin peeking out of the water made Yachi regret her decision even more. Her eyes widened when a grey head revealed itself, black eyes staring back at her. Yachi froze and could already picture the Great White’s sharp teeth piercing through her body and tearing her to shreds. If she stood still, perhaps she would be ignored.

Suddenly, a seagull swoops in between her and the sharks, picking up a fish from the water and flying away with what is now its dinner.

The shark seemed to want to copy the bird.

Its mouth opened wide to reveal blood red gums and sharp, jagged teeth coming towards Yachi. Either the shark had a horrid case of gingivitis, or Yachi wouldn’t be its first meal of the day.

Black hair popped out of the water and the creature began to attack the shark. The creature’s pink tail wiggled in the air as the shark flailed in the water to try and get it off. The creature’s mouth hooked onto the shark’s gills, causing the shark to flinch and escape before more damage was done.

“Hitoka-chan!” The creature-no, Shimizu called for Yachi.

“No! Get away from me!” Yachi shrieked, trying to swim away. The siren’s intentions were still unclear to her. Was Shimizu trying to kill her herself? Sirens are inherently evil. She could not let herself fall for Shimizu’s façade or give her the benefit of the doubt. That mistake was already made the first time they met.

“Hitoka-chan, please!” Shimizu swam towards her, making Yachi try to swim even faster. Her body failed her in her mission, for the amount of energy she had to move was low due to hunger and dehydration. Shimizu caught up to Yachi with ease, and the girl gave up trying to escape.

“Kill me...softly...if you must,” Yachi panted out. The girl’s weary body floated in the water, bouncing slightly when small waves moved her.

Shimizu’s face twisted in confusion, “What on earth are you talking about?”

“You’re going to kill me anyway,” Yachi uttered in a pathetic tone, “I wish to die in the most painless way possible.

Shimizu shook her head and moved closer to Yachi, turning onto her stomach, “Get on my back.”

Yachi furrowed her brows, “Where do you plan on taking me?”

“There’s coastland not too far from here. I’m taking you there.”

“I don’t understand you,” Yachi breathed out, “You’re as much a mystery to me as I must be to you. How could I trust someone who has never explained anything about himself to me that was the truth?”

Shimizu closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “I will explain.”

Shimizu did deceive Yachi. She knew her charm and her song was deadly, and she used it to her benefit in order to drive away filthy men. Men were only interested in her appearance, which sickened her to no end. Having the ability to kill them off made Shimizu grateful to be a siren, because every man that looked at her in a perverse way would fall under her trap. What she didn’t expect was to attract a girl with her song.

The girl seemed to be weak, making her look like easy prey. Shimizu noticed the girl was still conscious and swam towards her and pretended to try to save her. Her original plan was to charm the girl into believing Shimizu was going to help her and eventually leave her stranded, and it worked. The girl found Shimizu completely alluring, and Shimizu was able to make herself take over every single thought in the girl’s head. The plan, however, failed and was abandoned once Shimizu found the girl alluring, as well.

She was too innocent, making Shimizu rethink taking advantage of her weak physical and mental state. As she carried the girl, whom Shimizu learned was named Yachi Hitoka, her desire to leave her to die left. Yachi was far too innocent and cute, and she never harassed her. Shimizu decided to instead make the cave a rest stop and actually take the girl back home.

When the charm from the night before faded and Yachi wanted nothing to do with Shimizu, she felt hurt for the first time. Her heart began to ache, a foreign feeling Shimizu never wanted to experience again. In that moment, Shimizu decided all humans were terrible in different ways. The original plan was brought back to life.  

As she swam away, she found another rocky area and land at the distance. She thought about the lost girl who wanted to go home and realized that Yachi had every right to be angry at her. Shimizu was the one hurting her. Shimizu was the one that wanted to leave her to die. Shimizu was the one at fault, not Yachi. The morning after, she swam over to Yachi as fast as she possibly could. The scene before her once she found Yachi was unexpected, but it enraged her.

“That is when i realized I cared about you,” Shimizu states in a serious tone, “I’m sorry.”

“How can I trust that you are telling me the truth right now?” The girl continued to try and keep her distance from the siren. Shimizu raised her right hand and proceeded to caress the girl’s cheek.

Yachi learned that a siren’s lips were not any different from a human’s; but this siren’s lips sang a sweeter song and left a sweeter taste than any human’s lips in the world. Yachi was sure of that.

“Do you still believe I shouldn’t be trusted?” Shimizu stared into Yachi’s eyes. The girl’s eyes were wide open and her cheeks were flushed with crimson. Hesitantly, Yachi held on to Shimizu’s shoulders. Shimizu smiled.

The pair soon made it to land, but Yachi was still very weak, so she needed to lie down on the sand. Her stomach continued to grumble furiously. Shimizu looked at her with sympathetic eyes.

“It is still early morning. This beach seems to become heavily populated during the day. Someone should come to help you soon,” Shimizu held tightly onto the girl’s hand.

“I’m so hungry and thirsty,” Yachi whined.

“I know, dear,” Shimizu began to rub her hand.

“Stay with me until people arrive?” Yachi looked at Shimizu with puppy eyes that she couldn’t resist.

“Okay.”

As soon as a family begins to settle down in a spot far away from them, Shimizu squeezed Yachi’s hand and let go.

“Goodbye, Hitoka-chan,” Shimizu pressed her lips onto Yachi’s forehead.

“Will we meet again?” Yachi asked weakly.

“I don’t know,“ Shimizu shook her head, “Keep me in your memory until we can do so.”

“I will.”

~

Yachi Hitoka was always fascinated by the sea. She lived by a beach all her life, and she found the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore to calm her. She would always have a sketch pad on her lap whenever she visited the beach because the scenery always inspired her to draw.

One day, she decided to go visit the beach. Her blonde hair was flying around due to the wind, causing her sight to be obstructed by golden locks. She sighed, and she grabbed a hair tie and tied her hair back into a ponytail. The wind continued to make the pages on her sketch pad move out of place, making her give up on drawing and set the pad aside. Yachi looked up and watched the waves crash down on the shore. The tide seemed to be getting higher, and the sky seemed to be growing darker. The girl decided that she should probably go home.

In the middle of the night, she heard a faint voice that sounded like singing. She had no idea where it came from, but her drowsy head concluded that it was probably her mother singing to a song as she worked in another room. Yachi turned her head to face her alarm clock and furrowed her eyebrows when she saw that it read 2 am.

“Mother couldn’t be staying up so late, could she?” She grumbled and decided to get up and see what the fuss was about. She walked up to her mother’s room, but heard no voice come from the area. Yachi furrowed her brows, shrugged and went back to bed. As her head hit the pillow, she once again heard singing-not from inside, but from outside, and the voice was much louder. Yachi groaned in agony. She was ready to fight whoever was keeping her up, despite the fact that she’s terrible with confrontation, because all she wanted to do was rest. She grabbed the lantern she kept beside her bed and left the house through her window, stomping her feet on the cold, damp sand as she made her way to where she heard the voice come from. The tide was still high, but Yachi never considered the security she was guaranteed from her late night expedition.

Her carelessness was a grave mistake, for Yachi was knocked off her feet, causing a yelp to escape her mouth as the water dragged her in. Her father’s advice from many years ago replayed in her head: if a riptide pulls you in, don’t panic and swim diagonally towards the shore.

At the current moment, however, remaining calm was difficult. Yachi tried to swim, but the possibility of her drowning at sea kept her anxious and afraid. She tried to keep herself calm and think positive thoughts, but the negativity continued to affect her. Her body began to sink from her flailing, causing her to grow even more panicky. She decided to give up on swimming and float. Fatigue caused her to grow sleepier, making her eyes drift shut, no matter how much she willed them not to. The girl vaguely felt a pair of arms under her body as she drifted.

Waking up on a rock was not at all where she was expecting to wake. Yachi had hoped the night before was a terrible nightmare and she would open her eyes to find herself back in bed. Tears began to well in her eyes as she looked around and saw no sight of anything but other similar rocks around her. The girl wanted to go home and be with her mother, draw by the sea, eat a delicious meal at home and lie on her bed. She began to panic when she realized there was no way for her to call for help. Unless a boat were to pass by, she could be stuck there forever. Yachi huddled into a ball and began to wail as she cried her eyes out. Her stomach rumbled, causing Yachi to start crying even more because she didn’t know what she could eat. From the distance, she spotted a large, pink tail peeking out of the water. The fish seemed to be moving closer to her, causing Yachi’s mouth to water. She could probably eat it if she was able to catch it and kill it. She began to look around for some rocks to knock it out with. Her search was fruitless. She turned around to face the fish coming towards her, but she shrieked in horror once she saw the fish had the upper body of a human.

The mermaid swam towards her, raised her head above the water and asked, “Are you ok?” Yachi only stared incredulously at the being. The mermaid, admittingly, was beautiful. Her dark blue, scrutinizing eyes watched the blonde girl as she panicked on top of the rock.

“I must be dehydrated or hungry, or both. This can’t be real. Mermaids don’t exist!” Yachi muttered to herself as she hugged her knees and rocked herself.

“I am a siren. I saw you floating in the water and brought you to my home,” The siren revealed, “I found these.”

The siren pulled out a small fishing net filled with clams. Yachi’s eyes widened and she immediately grabbed as many as she could and began to crack them open. The siren only looked around, not knowing what else to do. As soon as Yachi finished satisfying her hunger, she looked towards the siren and began to blush.

“U-Um, t-tha-thank you,” She stammered out her gratitude towards the siren.

The siren tucked her long black hair behind her ears and smiled at the blond. “I assume you want to go home,” she said, “I’ll try to take you to the nearest beach.”

Yachi furrowed her eyebrows, “You’re not going to eat me?” She realized her question may have come off as rude, but the siren only giggled in response.

“I sing but attract males unintentionally, causing their ships to crash,” She responded, “I have no intention to harm humans, much less pretty girls.” The siren blushed a bit and smiled, but Yachi was as red as a tomato. Was the siren referring to her? Was she the pretty girl?

“If you could hold onto my back, I could take you home. It will take a couple of days, though,” the siren began to float on her stomach in order to give Yachi the opportunity to grab onto her. The girl hesitantly began to submerge herself in the cold, briny seawater, and wrapped her arms around the siren’s torso. She began to worry if she was too heavy for the siren, but the siren seemed to read her thoughts as she spoke, “Don’t worry. You’re quite light.”

The siren began to propel herself forward with her beautiful pink tail, and the two girls began to navigate the Pacific. Yachi looked around in awe at the sight of the blue water and clear sky all around her. The storm from the night before seemed to have passed because everything was calm. She wanted to remember this sight in order to draw it in her drawing pad once she got home. A beautiful, black haired siren with a pink tail could be featured, as well.

“What’s your name?” Yachi asked the siren.

“Shimizu Kiyoko,” she responded with a soft smile, “Yours?”

“Yachi Hitoka,” Yachi began to shiver at the lack of heat. Shimizu turned her head and looked at the shivering girl sympathetically.

“I’m sorry, Hitoka-chan. Is it too cold for you?” Shimizu asked her with a concerned tone to her voice. Yachi shook her head in response, only half-lying. The water was very cold, but it wasn’t anything she could not tolerate. She only needed to wait for her body to get used to the temperature.

Shimizu continued to move forward, her tail creating small waves behind them. Yachi began to daydream of being back home, drawing by the sea with Shimizu wading in the water beside her.