WATGBS Fukasal: Forgiveness

The Yearly Festival

Why the hell did I make this one so long??? 😭

Fukami woke up five minutes before his alarm, turning it off so it wouldn't sound as he got out of his of bed to get ready for the festival. This year he would attend the festivities with both Sal and Tarako.

Fukami's mind wandered to the white shark; both of them had suddenly became friends just two days ago. It was weird. Sal was weird. Weird, and maybe even cute, or charming.

Fukami snapped himself out of his train of thought, he didn't want to think about the complicated feelings going on in his brain right now.

He went over to his closet and put on the hakama Wadanohara had bought for him two weeks ago for the festival. It, unfortunately, did not smell like her anymore.

Come to think of it, it didn't smell like any of his other clothes either. Did someone go through his closet?

Fukami shut the closet doors and looked around his room. Everything was where it was supposed to be, maybe the hakama just smelled like brand new clothes.

He decided that this was a non issue, instead drawing his attention to his reflection in the mirror stand by the closet. The octopus appreciated the blue, red and gold details of his outfit, the artist inside of him gaining a sudden inspiration for his next piece. With an approving nod to his reflection, Fukami walked out of his room, closing the door behind him.

Dolphi got up from under Fukami's bed, sighing in relief that he didn't notice she was there. She was happy that she got to hear Fukami sleeping. Usually his guard would be up and she'd be unable to sneak into his room, but for some reason he seemed to be less defensive last night.

Did Sal have to do something with this?

Dolphi gritted her teeth. She'd have to find some way to separate Sal from Fukami so that she could spend more time with him. Why are the two of them suddenly best friends now? It just made no sense to her.

Sal didn't have the same emotional bond that her and the octopus shared. One way or another, she'd force the white shark to back off.

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Sal consistently checked his wristwatch every few minutes. Unfortunately for everyone else, he had showed up early to the festival and was the very first person there. He had his fun terrorising the the stalls and booths that were completing their final preparations for the event. He was bored now though, extremely bored with no one to piss off.

The white shark wondered if Fukami would actually show up or not. He could've just lied right to his face to get Dolphi off his back. Speaking of Dolphi, what was her problem?

She had a clear distrust for Sal, which he supposed was reasonable after everything he's done, but she seemed to hate him way more than the people who's lives that he fucked over the most.

No, that can't be right. Her anger comes from somewhere else, he knows it, he just can't think of where.

Sal adjusted the collar of his hakama, straightening white layers of cloth against the more pink than red details of it. Maybe he should've spent a little more time getting dressed? He adjusted the collar again, attempting to get it to appear exactly how he wants it to look.

He hadn't even noticed the confused stare that two well dressed octopi were giving him from across the pavement. Tarako bounced out of Fukami's arms and ran up to Sal.

"Hi Sal! Is something wrong?" He asked the white shark, jumping up to perch on his shoulder. Sal paled in suprise, something that's not actually too noticeable due to him already being pretty pale.