HUNTER OF THE FISH

As great love lies further deep

"Up where they walk
Up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free
Wish I could be
Part of that world" - Ariel Mermaidson

His long fingers cradled the door handle, making his descision.

He opened it and walked in, dropping his jacket onto a pile by his bed. His body felt so tired, his muscles so sore. It wasn't that he hated his job, he actually enjoyed it but... It made it hard to date.

Who would want to date a stripper, who's also a werewolf?

Hunter turned on the coffee machine and sat down to take off his shoes, his fish Carl was twirling around in his bowl as per usual.

The fish had it so easy, no greater thoughts than when to eat...

Hunter envied his fish as he took his coffee mug and took a long sip. He stepped over to his bed but slipped on his shoe, he slid sideways but managed to steady himself in time.

He sat down in bed and opened his laptop, not bothering to think about it too much.

He fell asleep, not knowing what he had just caused. 

When Hunter had slipped, a drop of coffee had dropped into the fishbowl that Carl was in. And Carl was growing at a rapid rate which couldn't be good...

The next morning Hunter woke up with a start, his laptop still in his lap. He rubbed at his eyes tiredly and then...

CRASH

Hunter looked around and jumped out of bed, knocking his laptop out of his lap. 

There in the kitchen sat a strange man, no, a beautiful man.

He had long, shiny, wavy ginger hair that reached his midriff. His skin was pale as snow, his eyes big and ocean blue.

Hunter and the man stared at eachother for a bit...

"Goodmorning Hunter!" said the man suddenly.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?"

"I live here of course!" the man pointed to the carpet where a broken fishbowl lied...

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO CARL?!"

"No the real question is, what will I do to you?" the man smirked and Hunter's face flushed despite himself.

"Don't change the topic!"

"Hunter, it's me, Carl."

Hunter just stared and then he looked back to the mans hair and recognized it to be the exact color of Carl's fins, the same shininess...

Then Hunter noticed that the mans arms looked, scaly? and his hands were... Webbed?!

"You're not pulling my leg are you?" said Hunter, crossing his arms.

"I'd rather pull something else..."

"NUH UH back to topic!"

"Do I look capable enough to lie?"

Hunter observed him, he did look truthful and the proof was right there.

"Why are you a human then?" asked Hunter, calmer now.

"Honestly I don't know the biology of it but, whatever."

"Yeah whatever..." strangely, Hunter didn't seem to mind too much... Not just because Carl was beautiful but... Because he'd already seen Hunter in his worst and best and still, he didn't show any signs of disdain.

Carl smiled at him, and it felt genuine.