The Prince and The Princess
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desdumeA/N: I based this mainly off of my headcanons for BlueSea!Sal ( °٢° ) Reposting for the sake of archive purposes.
Morning light bathed the masses of houses known as Deepsea Town. Murmurs between early fish exchanged news and gossip as they slowly rose from sleep. Among those early risers, a white sharked dressed in brown attire walks into town, a bulge messenger bag slumped around his shoulders. His heels clacked against the cobblestone road. Every fish that was up and about greeted him with glee, “Hello Sal!”, “Morning Sal!”, “Doing errands again for Wadanohara?”
The white shark returned the greetings, laughing, “Yes, afterall Wadanohara needs to practice a few spells in order to be a fine witch for you all.”
It didn’t take long for him to reach a two story house, the image of an anchor hung right above the door, a symbol of the witch’s home. Sal opened the door, casually closing it shut behind him. As he slipped off his shoes, he was immediately greeted with a familiar battle cry of a certain gull and weight pulling down on him from behind. “Ah, Memoca, it seems you finally surprised me this time.”
Memoca removed her face from the shark’s back, looking at him over his shoulder, “You don’t sound surprised,” the young gull pouted. “Unless you go ‘KYAAAA!’ then you’re not surprised. I wanna hear Sal go ‘KYAAAA!”
Sal lowered himself, allowing the gull to safely get off his back (she was still pouting, a piggy back ride would have been nice), “My apologies Memoca, when you jump on me on a daily basis it’s… expected.” He chuckled, taking off his coat, placing it on the coat hanger that neighbored the front door. Memoca was one of the witch’s familiars, Sal’s colleague you could say. She always struggled with the element of surprise when it came to the white shark and soon it became a somewhat of a daily ritual to take up that challenge.
“Ah, so you’re here, Sal.”
Sal glanced up, the octopus familiar leaned against the door frame with a bag in hand. Though he wore a monotonous expression, the air around him was one similar to a rival when they’re all fired up. “It seems you already gotten the ingredients even though you were gone for quite a while…”
“Ah Fukami, Wadanohara told me about the incident last night. I was going out for some fresh air, so I suppose I could grab her some ingredients while I was out,” Sal scratched the back of his head. Fukami was another familiar, and oddly has something out against Sal. Maybe it was because Fukami was overprotective of Wadanohara, or maybe it was because Fukami just didn’t like how Sal was a ‘womanizer’ (he brought this up at some point when he noticed Sal talking to a bunch of female fishies).
Fukami narrowed his eyes, then sighed, “I guess that’s fine. I need time to make dinner anyways… Shark fin soup tonight.”
The octopus briskly left, dropping his bag in front of Sal as he headed towards the kitchen. “Too modest…” the dolphin murmured, she sat at the foot of the stairs, staring right at Sal. One of the other familiars, Dolphi was quiet and held a strong resentment over sharks as she was always confused with them. She made an exception to Sal though since he’s so nice to provide her new knowledge wherever they went.
He smiled, picking up the bag Fukami dropped. “Well Dolphi, is Wadanohara awake yet?”
Dolphi shook her head, “No she’s not, do you want to wake her up?”
The dolphin familiar moved a bit to her left, leaving enough room for Sal to be able to walk up the stairs. She motioned for him to go, a mix of worry and fear in her eyes. Sal huffed, he gave Dolphi a pat on the head as he made his way up the stairs; “Thank you Dolphi, don’t worry too much on Fukami and I, we’ll get over it at some point.”
Carrying two bags wasn’t an issue for Sal, but what was in it made it difficult for him to maneuver his way up the flight of stairs. The items inside weren’t that fragile, but he didn’t want to let the opportunity of having ingredients in mint condition go to waste. He made his way up the second set of stairs, carefully placing the stuff down at the door. Sal knocked once, twice, and three times. Awaiting a response.
There wasn’t a response the first minute, Sal expected by now for the tiny witch to clumsily open the door, a few thumps from her tripping. However there was not a sound. Concerned, he knocked again, announcing himself once more, “I’m coming in…” He slowly opened the door, “Princess?”
He nearly dropped the bags he was holding. The small witched embraced him, looking up at him with glee and delight, “Welcome home!” He can feel the witch nuzzling his chest, affection and love overflowing from her. Ah, so she is awake.
Sal laughed, “I nearly dropped the ingredients you asked for, princess!”
That would be bad wouldn’t it? He placed the bags off to the side away from harm’s way, returning Wadanohara’s hug. Her hugs were always long and comforting, Sal admitted at some points he felt like he couldn’t control himself from flooding the adorable girl with kisses, but he didn’t want to ruin the bond they had built for so long. The white sailor uniform did well to shine the image of innocence on him.
After a while, he removed himself from the witch, whom — reluctantly — released her grasp. Wadanohara greeted Sal with a smile; “It took you a while, I was a bit worried!”
Sal patted Wadanohara on the head, “It wasn’t that long since I was gone…” He picked up the two bags, “Where do you want me to put this?”
Wadanohara glanced at the two bags, shooing them away, “Just put it down anywhere around here, I’ll be done with the spell in a few…” She paused then smiled, “Then today we’ll spend just playing all day okay? We haven’t done that in a while.”
The shark blinked, surprised that Wadanohara would be asking him this. Usually he’d be the one to pull up their “dates” and bring her places. “Sounds good to me,” he grinned.
She nodded, acknowledging his response, “Good, good, now go wait outside!”
With that she motioned him out the door, Sal slightly pouting but followed along. Today was odd indeed, Wadanohara was already acting weird. Normally she’d also let him watch her perform spells, but he supposed this is one that should be kept a secret. He silently went down the steps and back to the ground floor, noticing the absence of Dolphi and Memoca, along with Fukami’s cooking not filling the air anymore. Maybe Wadanohara asked them to leave…?
He shook his head, maybe he was looking deep into it. Or maybe it was because today was a special day. Sal grabbed his coat as he went outside. He struggled to put it on as he stood by the doorstep while awaiting Wadanohara’s arrival. He waved to a few passersby (who giggled and waved back gleefully).
It didn’t take long for hi to hear the sound of the door opening and shutting. Sal turned around to see Wadanohara waving to him, “Alright Sal, let’s go!”
“So shall we go by the boat or do you want to ride my back?” Sal offered his hand.
Wadanohara took it without hesitation, her eyes closed, “Riding your back is always fun, the boat is too big for two.”
And so commenced their playdate. With Apple Isle, they ate as many delicious apples as they can, even making funny shapes with the bite marks they made into the red fruit. They hopped the rocks of Rainbow Isle, Wadanohara would talk of how the other familiars reacted to the concept of rainbows (at some point she nearly tripped and gave Sal the greatest fright of his life). He would nod and listen, keeping everything she tells him in mind. He didn’t want to forget anything important, the little details always mattered to him. Then they reached Star Isle: their last destination.
“It’s always pretty a night and with the full moon,” Wadanohara commented, as she stared at the waxed orb through the lunar shaped tree, “Tonight wasn’t the time yet I suppose.” She laughed. Sal nodded, “True… But still a beautiful sight to behold.”
He glanced down, noticing Wadanohara fidgeting, “Are you cold? What’s wrong?”
She shook her head, “No, no, it’s not that it’s…” She paused, looking down as if in shame, “Could I come with you? To the place you’re going?”
Sal blinked, slightly confused, “I don’t see why not…?”
“I want to meet him! You rarely talk of him, but when you do…” She trailed off, looking over her shoulder. Sal sighed, bending down to get eye-level with Wadanohara, “It’s fine. You can come with me, it’s okay.”
…
“We can go now if you want,” Sal murmured. Wadanohara turned to him, “Really?”
“Yes really.”
With that, Sal led her away from Star Isle, past the town, past Rock Mount, then over to Lonely Isle.
They both stepped onto the dock, Wadanohara grabbed Sal’s hand, “I’m here.” She reminded him, “I’m here for you.”
For the longest moment, Sal worn a sad smile, he held the sea witch’s hand into the isle. The walk felt like forever as they ventured deeper and deeper in. The cave system didn’t make it any better for them, but as they saw the light to the outside, Sal grew hesitant, looking over to Wadanohara, “Are you really sure…?”
The witch nodded, “I need to talk to him.”
He looked back over at the light, his grip on the little witch’s hand tightened as he walked through. He could see the break of dawn, rising from the ocean and dying the sea with blue and lavender. A scatter of clouds reflected from the sky to the sea like seeing the sides of two different worlds.
His grip on Wadanohara loosened, Sal approached slowly to the lone cross, bending down, “It’s been a while my old friend… Someone here wants to meet you…”
He glanced over his shoulder, motioning Wadanohara to come closer. She looked nervous, flustered even, and bowed at the cross, “It’s nice to m-meet you! I’m Wadanohara and I’m the sea witch and Sal is my familiar and-“
She shook her head, slapping herself on the face to get the anxiety out. She pulled her hat off of her head, revealing a small golden token, “I… I brought a gift. Thank you for everything you have done for Sal, and left him lots of happy memories…”
With a few chants, the golden token grew to a bouquet of flowers. Sal’s eyes widened in surprise, looking over to Wadanohara whom only responded with a smile. He immediately regained his composure, looking back at the cross, “Not much to say here, but Wadanohara’s been taking good care of me, so you don’t have to worry much anymore…”
Wadanohara stole a glance at Sal, noticing his smiles as he talked to the cross and shared news. She slowly backed away, deciding it was best to let Sal and the cross be alone.
Of course, Sal noticed the witch leaving him, he looked over the direction she left and back at the cross. Digging through his coat, he pulled out an apple, leaving it by the grave, “I suppose it’s time for me to get moving, afterall that witch can barely take care of herself haha…” He got up, waving to the cross, “See you later…”
“…Samekichi.”
