EnHoEn Shark Week - Day 2
2nd piece for shark week... really small drabble --- and amazingly... no sex lmao [really it happens on occasion]
Rivers | “I can’t swim.” | Fish out of Water | Bull shark
Surprise Encounters
Keigo exclaimed as he fell back into the water, his equipment and everything falling in alongside him.
The water was cold as it surrounded him, the turbulent current pulling and pushing him around so that he couldn’t surface. Keigo tried to put his feet down, he had thought that the river wasn’t too deep, but there was nothing to give him a grip. He flailed around, hoping for his hand to reach anything, desperate to find anything to help him return to the shore.
Keigo could feel everything tiring out, his limbs were feeling as though filled with lead. With a last desperate gulp of air, Keigo went under the dark waves.
Keigo got a glimpse of something shimmering a blue-silver just as the darkness took over.
Keigo woke in the arms of a muscular man, “Am I dead?”
The man above him scowled and shook his head.
“Oh, well that is a relief. Shit!” Keigo tried to sit up, but he struggled against the firm hand that was holding him down. “No, let me up, my cameral--”
The man above huffed out a breath.
“Do you not speak? I need to go back in there, all my stuff, I can’t go back without it.”
The man’s eyes narrowed, “I can speak. And you can’t swim.”
Keigo smiled, his eyes wide with delight, “You are right! I can’t swim, but you can! I’m Keigo by the way, and you’re hot.”
“I’m not hot, the sun isn’t even that strong.”
Keigo laughed, “Hot and funny.”
“You seem fine,” his voice gruff, “don’t do that again and be more careful where you step.”
Keigo watched as the man then shifted from where he was to move into the water, it was then that Keigo noticed that his lower half was that of a shark, with blue-grey scales and a pale white belly.
“Woah,” Keigo exclaimed to himself, he had heard stories from the locals about strange creatures in the water. He had dismissed it all for fables and fish tales. “Wait! What is your name?”
A head popped up a few metres from the shore. Keigo gasped when he saw a familiar black camera come flying from the water straight to his arms.
He looked at the mangled camera, it was nothing more than a hunk of junk now. Keigo let out a long sigh, “Well that sucks. And I never even got his name.”
“Enji, the name is Enji.”
Keigo looked up, the mer, Enji, was bobbing at the surface. “Thank you Enji.”
“Now leave here, I don’t want to have to fish you out again.” Enji’s head popped back below the surface.
Keigo sighed once more, no one back home was ever going to believe him.