Gawr Gura, The Lost Atlantean {HIATUS}

Chapter II: A Bittersweet Feeling

    It was dark, the sea.
    Sailors and Fishermen were going about as they usually do. The sailors carried crates of cargo back and forth from ship to land. The fishermen were fishing, not for fish, but for money. A fish market near the port of Japan.
In the market, a boy was accompanying her mother buy fish. Squids, crabs, urchins were what they wanted. Unfortunately, it was the only thing the fish market didn't have.
It was also raining, and rain it fell.
    He was a little boy, her mother didn't trust him to carry all the food even though he protested he could. (He couldn't.)
    While his mother was trying to search for spare change to give to a begger, the little boy had other plans in mind. The sea was only meters away, and as little boys do. He couldn't resist.
    He crouched infornt of the rocking dark sea. His red shirt was soaked, but he didn't seem to care. The eyes of the boy was locked at the sea. Something's in there, he thought. But that something didn't want to be seen, because it showed no sign of coming out.
    Moments later, his mother called after him.     Surpised he was as he almost fell out of balance in the deep murky sea. Then something strange happened, he didn't. A force strong enough to pull him back, and a force gentle enough to be felt unnoticed.
The little boy was bewildered as to why he didn't simply fell, he was sure he did. His Mother caught up to him, and as a concerned parent would. She scolded him. "What did I say about behaving?"
    He opened his mouth, likely to retaliate. But nothing came out. The boy went home with his angry Mother, still confused about the occurance.
    Unbeknownst to the boy, something was in the water, and that something saved him. It knew it wouldn't be a good time to fall, not in this weather. The thing waited, as still as any rock. It waited in the water for something.
Minutes, hours, days, it waited. Though nothing interesting happened.
    It left with a bittersweet feeling, perhaps because of saving the boy, or because of finally feeling the flesh of a human after so many years. It was euphoria to her.