Chapter 12

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Hajime wakes up, his face halfway in the sand. Spitting out a little sand, he stands up shakily. The last thing he remembers was a storm, and a Mermaid and Siren fighting.

He looks around and sees that his crewmates have already woken up, and Captain Koutarou was arguing with the pretty Siren. His name was Oikawa or something. He has brown fluffy hair and sparkling brown eyes.

He is wearing what looks to be random clothes from the wreckage. A long sleeved cotton shirt and a pair of boxers, exposing his creamy pale thighs. Why would he— Right. Sirens most likely didn't even own any clothes since they live in the sea.

The Siren meets his eyes and winks before going back to the conversation. Hajime is the quartermaster, so he decides he should be part of this too. He catches the tail end of their conversation.

"—so that's why you have to help us." Captain Koutarou finishes.

Oikawa looks like he's about to argue, when Iwaizumi makes it to the Captain's side. He lights up slightly, and Iwaizumi feel himself draw to his pink pretty lips— no. Hajime shakes his head slightly. That was probably just dumb siren magic, he would not be swayed.

"You okay?" Koutarou asks.

"Yeah, just a little sand in my ears." Hajime lies. Koutarou nods and looks back to Oikawa. Oikawa looks like he's holding back a giggle. Hajime glares at him, but he doesn't seem to care. "I'm Hajime Iwaizumi, the Quartermaster of the ship." He introduces himself formally.

"Oikawa Tooru, Siren p— peasant." He stutters. Koutarou doesn't look phased, but from someone who seems normally smooth, that makes Hajime wary. Somethings up. He feels his frown deepen. "It's nice to meet you, Iwa-chan." He says, with a smug look. Iwaizumi rolls his eyes. Oh, so he's one of those pretty boy playboys. Of course he is.

Oikawa turns to Captain Koutarou who has been silent in thought for once.

"I'll do it." He says with a sweetly fake smile that made Hajime's insides churn in anger. It was so obviously fake.

"Great!" Koutarou perks up. "To fill you in, we were just discussing what to do about our boat, and Oikawa mentioned he had friends on this island. So he agreed to take us to them. Besides, the pretty mermaid was gone." He pauses to think. "What was his name again?"

"Akaashi Keiji." Oikawa helpfully supplies.

"Thanks, bro." Koutarou says with a bright smile. "We'll get going after we gather what we need."

<•Ennoshita, before the wreck•>

"Then we'll go here," Ennoshita muttered to himself, drawing a line on a paper in his quarters that he shared, but currently empty. The door creaked open, and a excited voice greeted him. He didn't have to turn his head to know that it was Tanaka.

Shit.

"Hey! Ennoshita! What are you up to tonight?" Ennoshita froze at Tanaka's voice. "Are you okay, bud?"

Thinking quickly, Ennoshita shoved the papers into the drawer of the desk he was writing on. He got up from the chair and turned around. He put on a sultry smirk as he approached Tanaka.

Tanaka closed the door and walked into the room a few feet. He looked up in suprise like a deer in the headlights at Ennoshita as he realizes that Ennoshita is coming towards him. Ennoshita feels himself smirk at his look.

Perfect.

He backed up with each step Ennoshita took towards him. Tanaka's back soon backed up against the door. "I-I don't swing that way."

I can't let him know about that I'm actually working for the siren Queen Morisuke. I guess I have no choice, then.

Ennoshita reaches his hand up to caress Tanaka's face, smirk widening preditorily. "I've been waiting for you."

"E-Ennoshita, let's get y-you to the doc, you aren't feeling well—"

"I feel just fine," he purred, leaning in closer.

This idiot makes me sick, but at least this'll make him forget. What a terrible situation I've put myself in.

Ennoshita ignores the sick taste in his mouth and kisses Tanaka deeply with lots of passion. Tanaka kisses back, making the kiss hot and desperate.

Ennoshita makes sure to make Tanaka feel good, and enjoys himself a little as well, though not as much as Tanaka. He knows Tanaka is in love with him, and he's using it against him. Tanaka seemed to lose his sense of reality, and let Ennoshita seduce him into unknowingness.

Little does Tanaka know, Ennoshita doesn't love him back.



<•Kuroo Tetsurou•>

The ocean is unforgiving.

Cold to the touch, and it takes what you have away from you.

In Kuroo's case.. Kenma.

The shark desperately climbed to the surface, shouting at his lover to open up his eyes, to tell him that he was alright and to stop shouting.

"Please.." Tears flowed freely from Kuroo's eyes. "Please come back to me."

"Kenma! Want to go shopping with me?"

"I.. I'd rather not."

If only Kuroo swam faster. Maybe if he noticed that his mate was gone maybe even a few seconds earlier, then he would've made it.

He tried to get Kenma to spit out the salt water, to make him inhale the fresh air. Nothing that Kuroo did would help. "Kenma.. I'm so sorry.. Please come back."

"Kenma?"

The cat looked down at him. "What is it, Kuroo?"

Kuroo fiddled with his hands. "I.. Uh, wanted to know if.. you'd go out with me?"

Kuroo held Kenma to his chest. "I love you."

Kenma's mouth opened and what dropped out was a brownish egg. Kuroo knew exactly what this was. It was a shifter's egg. Basically, a baby.

"Kenma—" he chokes out, cradling the egg. It was alive, this he could tell. It was a softish creame color. The baby would most likely hatch in a week or so.

He hopes it'll look like Kenma, for it was his last reminder of his lover.

He was a father.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

He was a father!

After the euphoria of being a father had calmed down, Kuroo felt something strange. Almost like someone was watching him. He gazed at the water, furrowing his brows.

After a minute or two of watching the water, Kuroo shrugged. He didn't have time to worry about the small things, he had bigger things to think about. Like being a father to this barely surviving child, and his mate on the verge of death.

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