I thought of this the other night and now it won't go away. I hope nobody tries to kill me for it… Based off The Little Mermaid, copyright Disney.

Two Legs, One Heart

It had been a stupid idea in the first place. He would admit to that. But now that Jack was sinking into the depths of the ocean, he was one hundred percent adamant that it had been a horrible idea.

Taking a ship out to travel and lighting fireworks when the shore of his hometown was visible was a terrible, terrible idea. Now, none of the rest of the crew argued against it- nobody did- but each one of them was regretting it. Swallowing gulps of salt water, flailing limbs, crying for help as their ship burned and exploded with gunpowder. Yes, they were definitely regretting it.

None regretted more than the teenage boy sinking to his death, though. Jack may have lived right on the shoreline, but he had never been the strongest swimmer. And now he was paying the price; drowning.

Jack's last thoughts were of his family back home. How his sister and mother would react to hearing that he had died at sea. At this point, he wished he had stopped to think of the consequences.

Pitch had been swimming with his pod- following the two-leg vessel since they first spotted it. Even if it hadn't burst, he and the rest of his pod would have attacked and fed on the two-legs. It was their own fault, making themselves such easy prey. Every merman and mermaid in the ocean knew just how easy a meal a two-leg was. They didn't belong in the water. They drew every predator to tem with their flailing legs.

This vessel just happened to be unlucky enough to have drawn an entire pod of Pitch's kind. None of the two-legs aboard would survive.

Swimming around, watching as the pathetic two-legs fell into the water one by one, Pitch scanned to see which would be best for his meal. Several of his pod had already bolted for the ones who were trying to swim away.

Looking to his right, Pitch instantly claimed the two-leg he spotted as his own. The rest of the pod wouldn't have noticed either way, they were busy dragging the many two-legs to their deaths. Hissing, baring the large fangs of his species, Pitch sped to the sinking two-leg.

Claws gripping into the shoulders of the two-leg, Pitch was fully prepared to chomp into the flesh of his face and devour it. But he stopped when his eyes landed on his face. This two-leg was… beautiful. Pitch had never seen any creature more gorgeous. Soft, smooth, pale flesh, surface ice white hair, and such a peaceful dying look.

Swallowing, Pitch glanced behind him and watched as his pod-mates ripped apart their prey. He couldn't do that to this two-leg. Looking back at him, Pitch determined that he would spare this two-legged angel. He pulled him to the surface and squeezed around his middle until the two-leg coughed and spluttered and heaved like so many of the other dying members of his kind.

Pitch felt his hands grabbing desperately at his own shoulders. Holding the two-leg tight, he squeezed again and heard more of the splutters. Then deep, loud, painful sounding intakes of breath. Quickly Pitch began swimming him away. At first the two-leg kept clawing at his shoulders, as if afraid to fall back into the water, but slowly his thin body went limp. It made it that much easier to drag him toward the land two-legs needed to live.

Finally reaching the flat, sandy beach as the sun began to rise, Pitch laid his beautiful two-leg onto his back. He brushed the icy white hair from his forehead, leaving his peaceful, sleeping face unmarred. Gazing down at him, Pitch found himself smiling.

Such beauty… Running his fingertips down the curve of his handsome face, Pitch wondered why he felt so strongly for this one. He had eaten so many other two-legs without a second thought. This one… So beautiful…

Looking down at him, he made the thought to do something he had seen the two-legs do before. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to the unconscious boys'. Moving his mouth against his, sliding his lips open and closed again and again, tasting the soft, wet insides of his lips.

Sliding his lips off, pulling his head back tenderly, he gazed down at his two-leg beauty. His eyelids began to flutter and a soft noise left him. Smiling down at him, Pitch touched the side of his face again.

Those pale, pink lids lifted up to reveal eyes as blue as the sky above. Every detail of this two-leg was stunning.

He blinked up at him, stammering and mumbling with an exhaustion Pitch didn't understand. He wondered if he could see him.

"Hey! Hey, look, here's someone over there!"

Gasping, Pitch flicked his head up to see three other two-legs running toward him. Immediately, he flopped backwards straight into the water. He swam away and hid behind a rock jutting from the sea.

"Jack!" the three new two-legs were shouting as they reached the one he had saved. "Jack! Jack!" They lifted him up and began asking him several things that Pitch didn't understand. He heard that word, Jack, quite a lot. That must have been what he was called.

Jack stood and gazed out at the water as the three others patted his back and asked him things. Pitch perked up and pulled his head a little higher seeing this. Was he looking for him? Did he remember that someone had saved his life?

Pitch watched him stand there until he finally walked away. He had never wanted to save a two-leg before this. Jack was special…

Smiling one last time, Pitch swam off, heading back to his home.

Pitch lived in a single cavern with one of his pod-mates. A female called Tooth. She was called this for as much reason as Pitch was called pitch- his solid black hair was as dark as pitch. Tooth was called Tooth because when she killed her two-legs, she removed the teeth and saved them. She turned them into jewelry that she wore around her neck, wrists, and middle. She also decorated the cavern with them. Pitch didn't mind the teeth being everywhere, he rather liked being surrounded by such a dark reminder of the deaths of their meals. His hair was not the only thing dark about him. His tail was solid black at bottom and slowly faded to blend into his pale, grey toned flesh. (But his mind was darker.)

He gave his pod-mate a soft smile before settling into his sleeping space inside the cave. Tooth was threading some fresh teeth together as he arrived.

"Where have you been all night?" she asked him in their language.

Rolling his shoulders, Pitch replied, "Nowhere special… Watching the two-legs again. They're too trusting of the water… Unsuspecting of the dangers." Tooth rolled her eyes at him.

Finishing her newest necklace, Tooth settled into her space to sleep. "Well, just don't get yourself caught," she said to him, "None of us are coming to your rescue…"

Pitch frowned at that. None of them… Yet here he had just rescued the creature he should have eaten.

And I'm not sure WHY I thought of this.