A/N: My first fanfic after 2 years of inactivity on my acc. Also my first fanfic for Free! Don't mind the weirdness, I have a liking for "child-adult" stories, and felt Mako-chan was the best for this type of situation. If you haven't watched ep 6 of Free!, go watch it first before reading this, to understand what's going on. This will be more than a one-shot, so enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Free! or any of the characters.
It wasn't a very well-known fact that Makoto was afraid of the ocean. In fact, only Haruka and he knew of said fear. Hence, when Nagisa and Rei suggested the training camp to the "deserted islands", they were not in the least bit worried about anything that might happen.
Now, the 4 had a "problem". Rei knew very well he couldn't swim as well as the others, and took it upon himself to train at night, when the others were asleep. What he did not expect, was the ocean to turn rough due to the storm, waves washing over him. As a beginner, there was no way he could swim through that mess. No other choice, he screamed for help, praying either Makoto or Haruka would come to save him, as he didn't trust that Nagisa could possibly save him (with his small frame).
"Help! Someone, anyone! HELP!" Poor Rei cried desperately, fighting against the storm to stay above water.
Not being a heavy sleeper, Makoto had woken slightly before the cries, due to the storm. "…Rei? Where are you?" he looked around the tent, finding no one there.
Venturing out into the heavy rain, he could barely see anything. Then the cries for help came again: "Someone, HELP!"
Immediately recognizing it as Rei's voice, Makoto didn't think twice and jumped into the ocean, pushing aside his fear to save his friend. As he swam closer, Rei's cries got louder, as did the storm get stronger. That's when it happened. A panic attack hit him. Memories of the "incident" rushed back, and he suddenly stopped. He couldn't swim anymore to save himself, much less his friend. Resigning to his fear, he slipped out of consciousness and sunk to the bottom of the ocean without another sound.
"Makoto? Makoto!?" he heard someone call his name from within the darkness.
"Am I dead?" he thought as he drifted in empty space. Everything hurt, his lungs were burning, yet he felt strange, like an ethereal feeling was surrounding him.
Opening his eyes slowly, he could barely make out Haru's face over him, ridden with worry and concern, before he started coughing out all the sea water in his system.
"Makoto! Are you okay?" Haru's voice was full of worry, and this was saying something, as Haru hardly ever felt any kind of emotion.
"Haru..ka…" what was he saying? This was the first time in a long time he called his best friend by his full name, girly or not. "Everything hurts…" he complained, still barely staying conscious.
"Really? You don't seem to be injured anywhere…" Haru mused, before his best friend screamed in pain. The scream was so loud, it hurt his eardrums. It sounded like a dying animal of sorts.
"Makoto! What's wrong!? What's happening?!" poor Haru barely had any time to register what was going on, when he saw his friend shrinking before his very eyes. Within a few seconds, the 17-year old Makoto was gone, and in his place lay a small child, no older than possibly 8. The trousers that he was wearing before he shrunk remained, meaning the only thing covering the child from indecency was a giant pair of trousers. Unable to process such a strange phenomenon, Haru could only stare blankly at the now small Makoto.
What the child did next was unfathomable. He reached his arms up to the confused teen, smiling, and happily cried out. "Hawwuuuuu-channn!"
Poor Haru just wanted to faint right there and then.
A/N: How was it? Bad? Maybe? I really like these kind of stories and got upset when no one wrote one for Free yet. So I wrote one myself. Should I continue with this? Reviews appreciated!
