•||Circles||• {Pt. 4}

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She struggled between holding her head in pain and swimming, loosing her breath and panickly kicking up to the surface. Her head broke the water, her hair flinging back as she took a gasp of the crisp air.

'What the ever loving fuck was that???!!'

Her mind was reeling, she really didn't know what to honeslty expect if she did actually find him, as she suspected she just did, no matter how much mental preparation she took every day for these past few months.

What she had to take a second glace at was a small bit of green scales, whisping black hair and pale green skin the color of death, nearly break surface.

She could genuinely it she was terrified. Flashbacks of her computer screen displaying extensive information about the myths soaring quickly through her mind.

One in particular...

Humans turned into Sirens can retain some humanity and sense of self for a short period of time, that amount of time depending on how strong of a personality that person had.

Ace was a strong soul, a strong personality she adored so much, but she doesn't know if that held up for so long...

Like a slow motion picture, dark hair swam around a spot three feet in front of her, then a head, then a face covered in said hair, a deep frown on the siren's face.

One dark, hollow, crimson eye socket, one pink tinted sclera and a dark grey iris, the facial expression of the presumably male siren was one of complete inner death.

Noodle knew who he used to be.

"A-Ace...?"

Her expression was twisted in concern and complete melancholy, she reached to touch his face, only making it half way until the siren pulled back quickly in a partial shock, partial confusion. Her heart pounded, this could be the end of her if she made any bad moves and mistook the siren for Ace.

His voice was hoarse, rough, it was clear he hadn't used it for a long time, but it was beautifully familiar to Noodle.

"You... How do you know my old name..?!"

His expression lit up a little, his hand up to almost touch her, but hesitant. It was a confusing mix of emotion for him, unimaginable pain, crushing guilt, aching longing and...

A love sweeter than life itself.

"Ace, do you me...?"

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As he moved closer, only letting a foot of water separate them, he brought his hand up to cup her warm cheek, the heat he hadn't felt in his cold, dead soul in what seemed to be forever. He studied her face like it was the first and last time he would ever see it again. Every blemish, every lash, every tiny change in her expression.

Something warm, light and stunningly beautiful enraptured his chest, but he hid it quickly, as far as he knew she didn't love him, and probably wouldn't ever concidering his new form.

Due to this train of thought, he prepared to pull his hand away in shame, looking down at the dark water sorrowinding him to remind him of what he was, but that quickly was foiled as he felt a tiny, warm hand press his own against her cheek as she melted completely to his touch.

"You me... Don't you?"

Her eyes sparkled, her mouth slightly turning upwards to form a weak, feeble smile as they locked eye , giving a look that almost made his heart shatter.

"Noodle... You came for me...?"

He said weakly, his voice small and scratchy. He didn't think the angelic purple haired woman from his fading, dying memories would ever come to him, search for him.

She responded rather quickly, her expression turning into a determined frown as she gently let go of his hand and he let it fall softly into the water

"Yes, and I know how you can be human again. You and I have to go to the shore, I have something I need you to drink."

He absentmindedly moved back a little in shock, his eyes the size of saucers. Should he...trust her? He wanted more than anything, besides the love he felt for his angel, to become human again, but he didn't want to make the mistake of falling into the hands of merciless siren hunters. Too many of his kind had done that, and he has heard whispers of what they would do. He refrained from shivering at the thought, he couldn't show fear, not now.

"You... Can do that? Can I... Trust you..?"

She smiles sweetly, yet sadly, like she had been holding back years of tears.

"Yes, come with me, Koibito."

Both swam to the shore, she led the way as he held her hand, the almost foreign to him after spending so much time nearly isolated in the cold sea. They finally arrived, his heart feeling like it was going to beat out of his chest.

"You're...gonna have to surface, love."

She said wearily, seeming hesitant and worryiful. He could just swim back now, but... A part of him didn't, couldn't leave her.

He pulled himself up, his expression falling back to his familiar inner death look.

If he died again, maybe it was all worth it.

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{Koibito means lover or sweetheart in Japanese}

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