Mikuo's Story

By the ocean singing could be heard. A soft song, yet it was being carried further then one would think. It was a male voice, yet some could mistake it to being a females. It was a song he had heard from a human band once called Star One he believed...he was amazed they could come up with something that seemed to fit his mood.

"As we return to earth. Memories are haunting me
My strange rebirth, coming back to life
I remember the dark and how my friends set me free.
I sacarficed my life so they could survive.

There's something wrong with planet Earth.
We can not reach our world.
Some strange device slowly emerged.
Can you hear their cries?
There's something wrong, what can we do?
We can't communicate
All systems fail, all power too.
We can't reply.

It must be unaware of the damage it's creating.
They are reaching out to the seven seas.
It's not with man they're communicating.
We're going back in time, back in history.

We shape life, we travel space
But we don't know the words to the songs of the ocean.

We survived the 'human race'
But we do not know the words to the songs of the ocean..." he finished singing and sighed as he let the waves crash into him his eyes closed as the mist coated his turquoise hair a faint smile on his face.

Mikuo looked at the sea as the night sky crept up. He blinked in surprise, “when did it become night time?” he thought to himself with a shake of a head and sighed, “damn… I missed school…” he muttered before he realized what that meant. “Well I suppose I am lucky… means I didn’t get tested…” he muttered as he rubbed the back of his head, “Though I will just say I was sick.” He concluded as he looked at the ocean longingly. He looked around and saw no one as he smiled and took off his shoes and let the wave’s crash over his bare feet, A smile on his face as he couldn’t resist it anymore and took off his shirt first followed by the detachable sleeves.

He looked at his arms seeing the few turquoise scales on his arm; he couldn’t get those away in this form… not yet anyway. He sighed as he rubbed his hand with his pale hand and looked at his light blue nails and sighed, “…could always say I let a little girl practice painting my nails everyday…” he muttered, “Plus with me singing it could be part of my motif…” he commented. He then quickly put those away in a box he had brought and put in his socks and shoes. He kept his pants on but took off his belt. With that done he dove into the ocean.

He closed his eyes as he felt the change take over his legs came together as he felt the scales appear over them and his pants soon forming a light blue tail. Fins jutted out of his elbow as the space between his fingers became webbed, gills appeared on the side of his neck as his hair grew longer, he never really understood why his human form had shorter hair than his true form, but he didn’t question it too much. He smiled as the change was complete and soon swam to the bottom of the shallow side of the ocean. Still too deep for humans to go without scuba gear, he swam with the fishes as he swam deeper and deeper soon reaching a sunken ship. He grinned as he swam to it and started to look inside it as he found the captains chamber and looked inside one of the chests. His eyes shimmered as he saw one of his weaknesses in there… Shinies… A few precious gems, an old bottle with a ship inside, A pearl string necklace, a few shiny stones. He looked around for something to put it in as he found a waterproof bag. He grinned and slung it over his shoulder as he filled it with what he wanted and left knocking the head off of a skeleton as he did so. He didn’t really care about that as he swam backup, only picking up a shell on his way as he did so, an odd tradition for him whenever he found a good haul.

His head popped out of the ocean as he crawled onto a jutting rock and gasped for breath as he saw the shore in the distances and started to swim skimming under the water as he did so. He waved to a dolphin as he swam by a smile on his face. He was the happiest when he was in the ocean… or swimming… He wish he could do so at the school pool… but he claimed to be allergic to chlorine so he couldn’t there, too risky for him to do so there he could change plus his scales. He flipped on his back as he lazily swam a peaceful expression on his face; he slowly changed back into his human form as he drew nearer to the shoreline. He may decide to swim away from the shore if the mood struck him to do so again, he sometimes found those urges too hard to resist.

Mikuo finally decided to stop his swimming and changed back to his human form as he swam normally the rest of the way. When he reached the shore line he let out his held breath and flopped down for a bit letting the sea wash away the last of his worries, though if he had any idea of the things going on in a mansion he'd think differently. He went back to where he stored his clothing and quickly put them on as he ran a hand through his sea drenched hair. He kept his shoes off as he walked to his shack on the beach, it was abandoned when he first came to here. But he soon claimed it as his and hanged seashells on the door way to reminded him of his city. As he entered the small shack he pushed aside the small seashell beaded screen and entered his room. To many they would consider it cluttered to him he saw treasures abound. He grinned at the sight as he took off his satchel sling and carefully dumped the shinies onto the table next to his hammock and sorted through them. From small pearls to just trinkets. He sighed as he looked at some knowing he'd need to sell some off... That was the thing about Merfolk, they loved shinies. From gems to baubles. He put what he'd keep away to make items out of them later and the rest he packed away for the flea market. "might be harder to sell the wares there now though..." he thought to himself with a shake of his head as he looked at the sky. He decided to go out to the town and walked into the city wondering if he would see anyone from his class or someone else he'd recongize as he walked he hummed a song, certainly not unusual for him.