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27 February 2008 @ 02:46 pm
03a. Catch of the Day  
Title: Catch of the Day -1-
Origin: The Little Mermaid
Pairing: None; Ohno-centric (subject to change)
Rating: G

Under the sea, he had always been told as a child, was where the mermaids dwelled.

They were shy, and preferred the company of their own kind. To spot even a hint of one was a rare and wondrous occasion, for witnesses were blessed with a year's worth of good fortune.

When Ohno told his mother he saw a mermaid trying to shave by the calm water surface with only the glow of the moon for lighting, it came as no surprise that no one believed him.

It was simply too fantastical. Mermaids didn't like the human world; mermaid sightings were few and far between. And, most importantly, mermaids didn't shave.

Their skepticism didn't bother him very much, though. Maybe he really was seeing things; after all, the mermaid - or should that be merman? - had been half-submerged in the water. The way he had remained in one place without treading water may be cause for suspicion, but he could have just been a very skilled swimmer.

Right? Right.

Ohno soon forgot about the incident.


As expected of a fisherman's son, Ohno also liked to fish. He had a real knack for the craft-- though he didn't fish to keep a roof over their heads like his parents do, he often contributed to meals with random catches that were easily the length of his torso. Their family never went hungry.

'How do you do it?' his mother had asked him once, as she gilled and gutted their dinner with ease; she knew better than anyone else that Ohno headed out to sea carrying little more than a simple fishing rod and a handful of worms.

Ohno had to pause and think for a long moment; it was a very good question.

"...sometimes I sing to myself?" he had offered finally.

Ohno liked to sit at the water's edge and let waves lap gently at his toes as he waited for the fish to bite; he didn't think about anything in particular, preferring to let his blissfully blank mind drift away with the retreating waves.

Then, the music would begin-- from wordless tunes to children's songs, he would lend his voice to ease the build up of notes from within. It was on one such day, as he hummed softly one of his favourite songs of all time, that the line snagged with a sharp tug.

The fact that a fish had caught on was not at all unusual.

The cry of pain that followed definitely was.


Staring down at the mess of black just beneath the surface and the disembodied hand that had reached up to free the hook, Ohno had three thoughts.

The first thought was, that isn't seaweed.

The second thought was, did he just catch a person?

And, lastly, the third thought: he needed to get out of there and fast. Most fishermen were big people.

But the harder he tugged on the line to jerk his fishing rod away, the more tangled it got, and the louder the cries became.


Ohno finally gave up and let the line go slack; he could almost hear a sigh of relief from the man in the water. He stood there at the water's edge for a moment, scratching absently the back of his neck. Retrieving his line and hook by force wasn't working, and he was too far away to untangle them by hand.

"You... you have to come closer," Ohno cautiously addressed the man. He pointed at one of the many large rocks lining the shore. "If you can get over there, I can help you with that."

There was a brief silence; then, timidly, the mess of hair stirred. A pair of dark eyes peeked up at him as he gave a distinct nod and began moving towards the rocks. Ohno measured his steps to make sure they were advancing at the same pace; he didn't want to make the ordeal any more painful than it already was, after all.

It never occurred to him that it was not at all natural for the man to stay submerged for so long without surfacing for breath. He didn't notice the absence of outbursts of indignance either, that any other normal human being would have been beside themselves with anger by now.

Indeed, it wasn't until the man hoisted himself up onto the rock and sat there waiting for him expectantly, tail flipping occasionally at the water, that Ohno finally realized maybe he wasn't human at all.

He stared wordlessly at the scales gleaming brightly in the morning sun and wondered what his mother would say this time.

Laura: khina shavingguingel on February 28th, 2008 12:50 am (UTC)
Shaving!! XD Ahaha, that's so cute! Awww, and Ohno's singing. So pretty! :) I'll be checking back for more!
★ Rhee ~: Not a Jailbait - Ninoskadihelias on February 28th, 2008 02:57 pm (UTC)
Not related to this fic, but I can't help it...

HINA IS SO CUUUUUUUUUUUTE *squeals at your icon* X3
Laura: aNino laptop crouchguingel on February 28th, 2008 03:03 pm (UTC)
:D It's my favorite, favorite icon. I want to use it all the time! Shaving Hina is good for any situation. XD

But I love your icon, too! So pretty and cute! ^_^
恋樱者little_bruises on February 28th, 2008 07:01 am (UTC)
I shall sit here and pretend I'm not thinking about half-naked Sho and wait for new chapters yes yes =D

「DUNADAN」xanderave on February 28th, 2008 04:35 pm (UTC)
I shall sit here with you and think the same... or not think and wait for new chapters yes yes doubly yes.
恋樱者little_bruises on February 28th, 2008 04:53 pm (UTC)
★ Rhee ~: Kukukukukuku........>D by [corinn]skadihelias on February 28th, 2008 02:51 pm (UTC)
Ooh, intriguing >D

I wonder who this mermaidman is...
Liannjliann on September 27th, 2008 10:44 pm (UTC)
I shall imagine that the caught merman is Nino will loooong silky black hair until you write a sequel that tells me otherwise ^_____^