Okay, I know that humanizing the FN characters isn't exactly a new idea
anymore. Lots of people have humanoid fanfics posted now. But what's
different about this one is that the humanoids have new names. The names
are similar to the original character's names, so you'll be able to tell
who they all are. If you can't tell just by the names, then you'll figure
it out by their roles in the fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own the plot of Finding Nemo or it's characters in any way. If I did, all hell would break loose!! *evil grin* Ahem... on with the fanfic.
~.~.~
Niro wo Motomete
Prologue: Intruder
The last few rays of sunlight filtered through the clouds and fell upon a beautiful little white house right on the beach. In the twilight, everything had a kind of purplish glow, creating a mood that could only be described as, "Wow."
"Mmm."
"Wow."
"Mmm-hmm."
There was a slight pause, and then a contented sigh. "Wow..."
"Yes, Marion. No, I see it. It's beautiful." Standing in the doorway was a beautiful young woman with lovely shoulder-length orange hair. Next to her stood her husband, also orange-haired, clad in brown slacks and a button- down shirt. He stepped out onto the grass.
"So, Carol," he said proudly, gesturing out toward the horizon, "When you said you wanted an ocean view, you didn't think you were gonna' get the whole ocean? Did ya'? Huh?"
Carol smiled at him.
Marion took a deep breath. "Oh, yeah," he sighed, "You can really breathe out here. Did your man deliver, or did he deliver?"
"My man delivered," Carol replied playfully.
"And I tell ya', it wasn't easy getting this house either," Marion boasted.
"Because a lot of couples had their eye on this place," Carol finished for him.
Marion smiled. "You better believe they did!"
Carol took her husband's hand. "You did good."
Marion turned back to his wife, a concerned look on his face. "So you do like it, don't you?"
"No, no, no, no, I do, I do. I really do like it," she said reassuringly, "But Marion, I know that a house on the beach is desirable, with the ocean view and all that, but do we really need so much space?"
"Carol, honey! These are our kids we're talking about! They deserve the best! Look, look, look..." Marion stepped inside the house, and looked out at the view through the front door, "They'll wake up, open the front door, and they see the entire ocean right outside their window!"
Carol laughed. "Shh, you'll wake the kids."
"Oh, right, right," Marion whispered.
Carol put her hand gently on her stomach. She was nine months pregnant. With twins. She prodded her husband lightly. "We still have to name them," she said suggestively.
"You want to name both of them right now?" Marion asked. "Okay, uh... we'll name one Marion Jr. and one Carol Jr. Okay? We're done."
Marion turned and began to walk into the house.
"I like Niro," Carol thought aloud.
Marion turned back to her. "Niro?" he repeated. "Well, we'll name one Niro, but I'd like the other to be Marion Jr."
Carol smiled excitedly. "Just think. In a couple of days, we're going to be parents!"
Marion sighed. "Yeah..." He paused for a moment, and then another worried look crossed his face. "What if they don't like me?"
Carol rolled her eyes, "Marion..." She walked into the house. "There are two babies. Odds are one of them will like you."
Marion followed her into the living room, and smiled at her. She turned and looked at him. "What?"
"Remember how we met?" Marion asked.
Carol smiled crookedly at the embarassing memory. "Well, I try not to..."
"Well, I remember," Marion said. "Excuse me, miss..." he said playfully, re- enacting the scene, "I seem to have lost my phone number. May I have yours?"
"Marion!" Carol laughed, turning away from him. He circled around her and leaned in for a kiss. "Get away, get away!" she cried playfully, ducking around him and down the kitchen hallway.
"Here he is!" Marion exclaimed, "Cutie's here!"
Carol stood perfectly still in the hallway, her expression frozen. Marion followed her eyes to the end of the hallway, and something was wrong.
That something made Marion's blood run cold.
The side door had been opened, and someone was in the house. The figure at the end of the hallway was too dark to identify, but just clear enough to make his intention known:
He wanted to kill.
"Carol," Marion whispered as loudly as he dared, "Get inside here, Carol." The only movement Carol made was in her eyes darting to the kitchen counter. The light from outside caught the silver blade of a steak knife, lying temptingly within her reach. If only she could reach it, she might have a chance...
"Carol, don't!" Marion hissed, "You! Inside! Now!"
Without a sound, Carol made up her mind. In one swift movement, she grabbed the knife off the counter, and ran at the intruder.
"No!" Marion screamed. He dove at her, but the intruder whirled and he felt something blunt crack against the back of his skull. His head was sent flying hard into the wall, and he spiraled to the ground.
The last thing he heard was the sound of a gunshot.
Then everything went black.
~.~.~
The gentle darkness and hypnotic patterns of blue and red light that danced on the walls slowly coaxed Marion back into consciousness. Even before he opened his eyes, he could hear the faint wails of police sirens and clicking of walkie-talkies in the distance.
The back of his head throbbed badly. He touched his hand to his forehead, and felt that it was wrapped with bandages. He sat upright and looked down at himself. He was on a stretcher.
The pain in his head was so dull and intense, Marion almost wished he were unconscious again, but then he remembered the bang he'd heard right before he blacked out. He scrambled to his feet, and screamed, "Carol!"
An ambulance was parked not too far away. A nearby doctor noticed that Marion was awake, and tried to stop him from standing.
Marion ignored him. Pushing past the doctor, he ran across the yard, trying his best to ignore the searing pain in his head.
It was colder than before, and much more empty. Though he could see the white stripes of many police cars parked around the parameter, and he could hear the voices of many policemen and doctors hovering around the area, Marion felt more alone than he'd ever felt before.
He ran back and forth, screaming his wife's name. "Carol!" he yelled, frantically.
He took off around the side of the house, slowing his pace to a walk for fear of what he might find. Or not find. "Carol?" he whispered nervously, turning the corner to the front yard. He stopped, and gasped.
Oblivious to his presence, police mingled around a spot on the driveway. A spot where, in the light of the moon and the police's flashlights, a white chalk line glowed against the black pavement.
A white line that formed an expressionless, blank, yet terrifyingly recognizable shape. The shape of a body.
"Carol?" Marion said again. The pain of realizing that he wouldn't get an answer caused his eyes to fill with tears. "Carol?" He no longer said the name in hope of getting a reply. He said it out of pure loneliness and despair.
Marion turned and walked back to the ambulance, sobbing quietly. He sat down on his stretcher and buried his face in his hands, and cried.
A doctor appeared next to him. Marion looked up at the doctor reluctantly. He really didn't want to talk to anyone. The doctor put his hand on Marion's shoulder sympathetically, and led him over to the back of the ambulance, where the group of doctors mingled. When they saw Marion, they stepped respectively out of the way, revealing the reason for their presence.
Marion gasped quietly. Asleep on a stretcher in the back of the ambulance was a newborn baby. It couldn't be... one of the twins?
With a sigh, Marion gently picked up his infant son and held him in his arms. He stared lovingly at the sleeping baby's face, and whispered, "There, there... it's okay, daddy's here." He ran his fingers through the baby's thin, soft orange hair. "Daddy's got you..."
Marion noticed that the child's right arm was wrapped in a bandage, and held in a brace. The boy's injury had been caused by the same bullet that taken both his mother and his twin brother away.
"I promise," Marion whispered to his only son, "I'll never let anything happen to you... Niro..."
~.~.~
A depressing place to leave off, I know. Ah well. Please review! I'd appreciate it! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own the plot of Finding Nemo or it's characters in any way. If I did, all hell would break loose!! *evil grin* Ahem... on with the fanfic.
~.~.~
Niro wo Motomete
Prologue: Intruder
The last few rays of sunlight filtered through the clouds and fell upon a beautiful little white house right on the beach. In the twilight, everything had a kind of purplish glow, creating a mood that could only be described as, "Wow."
"Mmm."
"Wow."
"Mmm-hmm."
There was a slight pause, and then a contented sigh. "Wow..."
"Yes, Marion. No, I see it. It's beautiful." Standing in the doorway was a beautiful young woman with lovely shoulder-length orange hair. Next to her stood her husband, also orange-haired, clad in brown slacks and a button- down shirt. He stepped out onto the grass.
"So, Carol," he said proudly, gesturing out toward the horizon, "When you said you wanted an ocean view, you didn't think you were gonna' get the whole ocean? Did ya'? Huh?"
Carol smiled at him.
Marion took a deep breath. "Oh, yeah," he sighed, "You can really breathe out here. Did your man deliver, or did he deliver?"
"My man delivered," Carol replied playfully.
"And I tell ya', it wasn't easy getting this house either," Marion boasted.
"Because a lot of couples had their eye on this place," Carol finished for him.
Marion smiled. "You better believe they did!"
Carol took her husband's hand. "You did good."
Marion turned back to his wife, a concerned look on his face. "So you do like it, don't you?"
"No, no, no, no, I do, I do. I really do like it," she said reassuringly, "But Marion, I know that a house on the beach is desirable, with the ocean view and all that, but do we really need so much space?"
"Carol, honey! These are our kids we're talking about! They deserve the best! Look, look, look..." Marion stepped inside the house, and looked out at the view through the front door, "They'll wake up, open the front door, and they see the entire ocean right outside their window!"
Carol laughed. "Shh, you'll wake the kids."
"Oh, right, right," Marion whispered.
Carol put her hand gently on her stomach. She was nine months pregnant. With twins. She prodded her husband lightly. "We still have to name them," she said suggestively.
"You want to name both of them right now?" Marion asked. "Okay, uh... we'll name one Marion Jr. and one Carol Jr. Okay? We're done."
Marion turned and began to walk into the house.
"I like Niro," Carol thought aloud.
Marion turned back to her. "Niro?" he repeated. "Well, we'll name one Niro, but I'd like the other to be Marion Jr."
Carol smiled excitedly. "Just think. In a couple of days, we're going to be parents!"
Marion sighed. "Yeah..." He paused for a moment, and then another worried look crossed his face. "What if they don't like me?"
Carol rolled her eyes, "Marion..." She walked into the house. "There are two babies. Odds are one of them will like you."
Marion followed her into the living room, and smiled at her. She turned and looked at him. "What?"
"Remember how we met?" Marion asked.
Carol smiled crookedly at the embarassing memory. "Well, I try not to..."
"Well, I remember," Marion said. "Excuse me, miss..." he said playfully, re- enacting the scene, "I seem to have lost my phone number. May I have yours?"
"Marion!" Carol laughed, turning away from him. He circled around her and leaned in for a kiss. "Get away, get away!" she cried playfully, ducking around him and down the kitchen hallway.
"Here he is!" Marion exclaimed, "Cutie's here!"
Carol stood perfectly still in the hallway, her expression frozen. Marion followed her eyes to the end of the hallway, and something was wrong.
That something made Marion's blood run cold.
The side door had been opened, and someone was in the house. The figure at the end of the hallway was too dark to identify, but just clear enough to make his intention known:
He wanted to kill.
"Carol," Marion whispered as loudly as he dared, "Get inside here, Carol." The only movement Carol made was in her eyes darting to the kitchen counter. The light from outside caught the silver blade of a steak knife, lying temptingly within her reach. If only she could reach it, she might have a chance...
"Carol, don't!" Marion hissed, "You! Inside! Now!"
Without a sound, Carol made up her mind. In one swift movement, she grabbed the knife off the counter, and ran at the intruder.
"No!" Marion screamed. He dove at her, but the intruder whirled and he felt something blunt crack against the back of his skull. His head was sent flying hard into the wall, and he spiraled to the ground.
The last thing he heard was the sound of a gunshot.
Then everything went black.
~.~.~
The gentle darkness and hypnotic patterns of blue and red light that danced on the walls slowly coaxed Marion back into consciousness. Even before he opened his eyes, he could hear the faint wails of police sirens and clicking of walkie-talkies in the distance.
The back of his head throbbed badly. He touched his hand to his forehead, and felt that it was wrapped with bandages. He sat upright and looked down at himself. He was on a stretcher.
The pain in his head was so dull and intense, Marion almost wished he were unconscious again, but then he remembered the bang he'd heard right before he blacked out. He scrambled to his feet, and screamed, "Carol!"
An ambulance was parked not too far away. A nearby doctor noticed that Marion was awake, and tried to stop him from standing.
Marion ignored him. Pushing past the doctor, he ran across the yard, trying his best to ignore the searing pain in his head.
It was colder than before, and much more empty. Though he could see the white stripes of many police cars parked around the parameter, and he could hear the voices of many policemen and doctors hovering around the area, Marion felt more alone than he'd ever felt before.
He ran back and forth, screaming his wife's name. "Carol!" he yelled, frantically.
He took off around the side of the house, slowing his pace to a walk for fear of what he might find. Or not find. "Carol?" he whispered nervously, turning the corner to the front yard. He stopped, and gasped.
Oblivious to his presence, police mingled around a spot on the driveway. A spot where, in the light of the moon and the police's flashlights, a white chalk line glowed against the black pavement.
A white line that formed an expressionless, blank, yet terrifyingly recognizable shape. The shape of a body.
"Carol?" Marion said again. The pain of realizing that he wouldn't get an answer caused his eyes to fill with tears. "Carol?" He no longer said the name in hope of getting a reply. He said it out of pure loneliness and despair.
Marion turned and walked back to the ambulance, sobbing quietly. He sat down on his stretcher and buried his face in his hands, and cried.
A doctor appeared next to him. Marion looked up at the doctor reluctantly. He really didn't want to talk to anyone. The doctor put his hand on Marion's shoulder sympathetically, and led him over to the back of the ambulance, where the group of doctors mingled. When they saw Marion, they stepped respectively out of the way, revealing the reason for their presence.
Marion gasped quietly. Asleep on a stretcher in the back of the ambulance was a newborn baby. It couldn't be... one of the twins?
With a sigh, Marion gently picked up his infant son and held him in his arms. He stared lovingly at the sleeping baby's face, and whispered, "There, there... it's okay, daddy's here." He ran his fingers through the baby's thin, soft orange hair. "Daddy's got you..."
Marion noticed that the child's right arm was wrapped in a bandage, and held in a brace. The boy's injury had been caused by the same bullet that taken both his mother and his twin brother away.
"I promise," Marion whispered to his only son, "I'll never let anything happen to you... Niro..."
~.~.~
A depressing place to leave off, I know. Ah well. Please review! I'd appreciate it! ^_^