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Nautilus x Nami
Warnings: Violence, war, murder, weaponry, blood. Trigger warning.
A/N: I ship this so damn hard and it's impossible to find. My souls hurts, how hard I ship it. So here you go, for those of us who fell in love with the creepy sailor and the cute fish.
Chapter One: Ocean Dwellers
He ponders his existence almost as much as she does, but contradicts her theories with his obsession for vengeance. She pities him in many ways, but he disregards her trivial sympathies. He will find them, hauling his anchor and braving the surface. He'd spent what was once an eternity stalking the ocean floor. He longs for aching feet and stiffened muscles. What he would give for pruned skin and sore eyes is unspeakable and immeasurable. But the nothingness of what he is cannot be described. He does not feel in any physical sense, and he cannot recall such sensations. He will perish without the memories he strives to recollect. He will cease to exist with no life or purpose. And he will slaughter those who left him to die.
Nautilus watches her stare at him, unperturbed by such a reaction. The fear and hatred for the unknown does not stale her features as it does most. Instead, Nami smiles mildly and moves forward, beckoning the wave that is constant beneath her to follow. She had introduced herself to him at sea. Having sensed him within close waters and unwittingly come to his aid. He dismissed her as feeble and weak. Yet here she stands before him, independent and willing to battle. Wielding a weapon of magic and staring as though unafraid and overjoyed.
"I knew we would meet again." Her lips are curved into a very plush smile. Her skin is flushed lightly from the heat of the sun. And he recalls their first meeting, how he had pushed onward without acknowledging her. How consumed he was...still is.
"Indeed." He is unknowing of what else to say. A simple reply should be enough to satiate her social needs. And yet she floats around him elegantly, voice chipper and body as fluid as her home. She's moving through air as though it were the ocean, relying upon her wave for such grace. And she just keeps talking.
"What's your name?" She asks so simply. Like a child, developing a new relation. Seeking companionship.
But it was true that he did not know. And never had it once crossed his mind prior to being asked. He remembers nothing but his fate to die.
"Nautilus," he says. Like the ship in that book. A powerful vessel. A work that fought tide and ruthless wind to seek the shore.
"Call me Nami, please." Her confidence is behind her words. She is literally commanding him into a friendship. Directing him and verbally manipulating him into talking to her and using her name. This place...this Institute. It holds unusual characters. And she belongs here, he decides, because they cannot compare to her uniqueness in any way.
"You haven't been here long, have you?" She's asks him as she tugs his massive wrist in a certain direction. He hesitates to follow.
"Long enough," he responds.
"Are you hungry?"
"Never."
"I will take you to eat!" She's excited and disregards his negativity. Her eyes light up; orange pearls in a lagoon of black. She does not notice his booming voice or threatening aura. She is naive and stubborn, a youth seeking the world without knowing what it is. A true explorer, searching for the good in those she deems trustworthy.
He doesn't know what makes him trustworthy. Nor does he know exactly what she considers trustworthy. He doesn't even know why he's alive.
"Ocean dwellers help one another," she says so mater-of-factly with a hand upon her chest, referencing herself. Her tail flips and slaps water in all directions. She smiles.
"I see." He does not appreciate the term "ocean dwellers", but he finds it best not to speak. She's proud of her oceans. She boasts of where she comes from. He doesn't mind it. He may have once felt the same of his homeland. He may have felt pride in his heritage, also. He doesn't remember.
She takes him to eat anyway, although he questions if he can. She tells him not to worry. That they would face that tide when it comes.
There will be a second chapter. If you like QuinnxTalon, I have another work in the making, already on chapter ten. Please review! I love my criticism!