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[gift fic] Not a Fish for Dogmatix
For: Dogmatix. For the pretty pretty picture she drew us, the preciousssssssssssss >D (http://www.livejournal.com/users/dogmatix_san/28812.html)
Warnings: Way AU. Possible nudity, groping and kissing. (It's called 'buddy breathing', Ray.)
Notes: Stoopid 3am plunnies. Um... AU, Hakuba hasn't arrived in Japan, therefore Kid/Kaito doesn't know who he is. I have no clue on the pineapple.
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Not a Fish.
Not a Fish.
He was not underwater.
He was not underwater kissing a blond.
He was not underwater kissing a blond boy with an orca tail.
Who strangely tasted of pineapple.
Who was definitely NOT a fish. Not a fish, not a fish, not a fish.
Oh God, there were fish all around them... There went his top hat. Bye-bye top hat, not going after you.
Nice merperson. Killer Whales were not fish. They were whales, which meant that they were mammals.
Who just happened to have 'Killer' in their name.
But Orca were not a fish. And that was important.
That was important was that the not-a-fish guy was giving him air. Which was really appreciated, because it stopped him from hyperventilating and trying to breathe water. Which was bad.
And hey, now they were wiggling. Which felt really weird with his legs around the not-a-fish guy's waist, but he wasn't about to let go. He didn't quite know where to put his legs and since the guy's tail was moving up and down -not side to side like a fish-- he couldn't exactly put them -down- without getting them tangled up in the tail.
Not-a-fish guy didn't seem to mind because they were moving towards the surface now and he could feel the pressure change on his skin, so he continues to cling a little bit longer. And not-a-fish guy is solid and smooth and very reassuring to cling to after a wild madcap chase aerial chase, falling into the water and the lack of air and the fish.
Which not-a-fish guy was not.
Then his head is breaking the surface and he's heaving in great gulps of blessed blessed air, all bitter and salty from the spray around them. He's shaking, it's the adrenaline rush, it's relief, it's terror, it's the water and it's the cold.
The not-a-fish guy is looking at him with something that looks like irritation and amusement. "Idiot."
He laughs, it's a little breathless and giddy, but it's honest. He's alive. And he just kissed a not-a-fish man who just fished him out of the ocean. He's not a drowned sailor and the other guy is far from the mermaids of lore and he could really do well without the fish and 'treasures of the deep' at the moment. "Yeah." He agrees. "Thanks."
The not-a-fish guy gives him another amused and irritated look, more of the former this time and begins to move again, this time heading for the lights of the shore. It's a bit awkward, to swim with their heads above the water, but the not-a-fish guy manages it.
He's content to let him, just drift for a little while. He's tired and can't quite stop the shivers. Too close. Too close tonight.
He concentrates on the simple things, trying to pull himself back together again into some semblance of normality. The splashing sounds of the water around them, the solidness of the form he's holding onto. They're -there-, tangible and real.
The texture of the not-a-fish guy's skin is different, he can't feel it very well through the fabric of his gloves, but it's smooth, almost rubbery, against the skin on his bare wrist, and his face when he rests his cheek against not-a-fish's guys shoulder. He focuses on that, ignoring the sound of splashing as the tail moves, propelling them forward.
Tail. Air. Breathe.
He's alive.
Not a fish.
Not a fish...
-fin-
Cut Scene:
AHHHHH!!! FISH!! Fish. Just. Touched. Him.
Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice not a fish guy. Very solid. Nice to hold on to. And hey! They were moving. Because orca were mammals too and required air, even if they could hold their breath for way longer than he could, so they had to go to the surface to breathe. And the nice not a fish guy didn't seem to mind too much that he was wrapped just about as tightly as he could around him.
Because he was Not. A. Fish.
Warnings: Way AU. Possible nudity, groping and kissing. (It's called 'buddy breathing', Ray.)
Notes: Stoopid 3am plunnies. Um... AU, Hakuba hasn't arrived in Japan, therefore Kid/Kaito doesn't know who he is. I have no clue on the pineapple.
~~~~
Not a Fish.
Not a Fish.
He was not underwater.
He was not underwater kissing a blond.
He was not underwater kissing a blond boy with an orca tail.
Who strangely tasted of pineapple.
Who was definitely NOT a fish. Not a fish, not a fish, not a fish.
Oh God, there were fish all around them... There went his top hat. Bye-bye top hat, not going after you.
Nice merperson. Killer Whales were not fish. They were whales, which meant that they were mammals.
Who just happened to have 'Killer' in their name.
But Orca were not a fish. And that was important.
That was important was that the not-a-fish guy was giving him air. Which was really appreciated, because it stopped him from hyperventilating and trying to breathe water. Which was bad.
And hey, now they were wiggling. Which felt really weird with his legs around the not-a-fish guy's waist, but he wasn't about to let go. He didn't quite know where to put his legs and since the guy's tail was moving up and down -not side to side like a fish-- he couldn't exactly put them -down- without getting them tangled up in the tail.
Not-a-fish guy didn't seem to mind because they were moving towards the surface now and he could feel the pressure change on his skin, so he continues to cling a little bit longer. And not-a-fish guy is solid and smooth and very reassuring to cling to after a wild madcap chase aerial chase, falling into the water and the lack of air and the fish.
Which not-a-fish guy was not.
Then his head is breaking the surface and he's heaving in great gulps of blessed blessed air, all bitter and salty from the spray around them. He's shaking, it's the adrenaline rush, it's relief, it's terror, it's the water and it's the cold.
The not-a-fish guy is looking at him with something that looks like irritation and amusement. "Idiot."
He laughs, it's a little breathless and giddy, but it's honest. He's alive. And he just kissed a not-a-fish man who just fished him out of the ocean. He's not a drowned sailor and the other guy is far from the mermaids of lore and he could really do well without the fish and 'treasures of the deep' at the moment. "Yeah." He agrees. "Thanks."
The not-a-fish guy gives him another amused and irritated look, more of the former this time and begins to move again, this time heading for the lights of the shore. It's a bit awkward, to swim with their heads above the water, but the not-a-fish guy manages it.
He's content to let him, just drift for a little while. He's tired and can't quite stop the shivers. Too close. Too close tonight.
He concentrates on the simple things, trying to pull himself back together again into some semblance of normality. The splashing sounds of the water around them, the solidness of the form he's holding onto. They're -there-, tangible and real.
The texture of the not-a-fish guy's skin is different, he can't feel it very well through the fabric of his gloves, but it's smooth, almost rubbery, against the skin on his bare wrist, and his face when he rests his cheek against not-a-fish's guys shoulder. He focuses on that, ignoring the sound of splashing as the tail moves, propelling them forward.
Tail. Air. Breathe.
He's alive.
Not a fish.
Not a fish...
-fin-
Cut Scene:
AHHHHH!!! FISH!! Fish. Just. Touched. Him.
Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice not a fish guy. Very solid. Nice to hold on to. And hey! They were moving. Because orca were mammals too and required air, even if they could hold their breath for way longer than he could, so they had to go to the surface to breathe. And the nice not a fish guy didn't seem to mind too much that he was wrapped just about as tightly as he could around him.
Because he was Not. A. Fish.