[DISCLAIMER: Merely a story, a work of fiction, that has nothing to do with the real people of Hololive, but I enjoy writing this little piece of fiction.

Please, listen to Joe Hisaishi's Nostalgia and First Love while reading this chapter. I timed so you can listen to both songs in the background while reading.

Every so often, I write something that moves me and I wanted to write something that would move the reader. This is all AmeSame and the back story of what happened to Atlantis and Gura. It is very short because I haven't much time to write.

Thank you for reading.

Chapter 11 – Past Love Meets Present Love

She sat in the passenger seat looking over at the one driving. Her thoughts would drift to a time thousands of years ago, but even now they were so hard to remember. But when it came to Watson, she could never forget her profile. Her supple neck and how it moved when she swallowed. The pert nose that twitched when she felt a sneeze. The lips that were not too thick, but even and pronounced. She recalled how absolutely radiant and lovely that Watson was, but then….

The hair was longer and the smile more troubled, back then. There was a hardness that tempted her curiosity. The hardness of a world's traveler.

But it was a time of youth and playfulness. In the city of Atlantis there were beautiful half-humans a mix of the gods and human. All the sea life knew and respected the inhabitants. Gura was such a carefree and silly creature, that didn't think much of consequences or decisions. She just wanted to live.

When Watson first came to the island, she said she was a traveler who had a mission to accomplish. At the time, the moment her eyes met the beautiful blonde, she fell in love with her – just a young shark who was enamored by her tales of other worlds and other times, and then… her beauty astounded.

They spent much of their time together on the shores of Atlantis, walking hand in hand and Gura would listen as that Watson told her of the importance of time and sometimes life had to pay for everything to start again in a better way.

Gura never understood that type of thinking. Was she suggesting genocide was necessary? She carried a special timepiece as the traveler, and would enter worlds, making sure all aligned correctly. She said she did not exist in time, but only visited time. She was actually from another planet far away. Gura thought that's why she had an otherworldly beauty.

And then Gura recalled when she was given the Trident, blessed by Poseidon to use to protect the southern edges of the island. He told her that because of her father, one of the sons of Cleito, she deserved the Trident. He saw something in her that was different than any other, and so, he wanted her to carry the Trident as the Protector. Plus, he told her, she was the cutest of the offspring.

She recalled how proud she was to carry the Trident. It was youthful pride and she never respected the importance of the gift. Carelessly, she showed it to everyone, including Watson. It had an element that could change it from a liquid that would melt into her clothing into solid form when she'd pull it out from her cloak.

It would only respond to her touch, but she handed it to Watson and told her that she could allow another to hold it, and so that's what she did. She wanted Watson to like her and be with her, and so she would have given her anything.

Gura recalled only briefly the words shared by the two before it all ended. There was a beautiful creature who was the spokesman for the Ancients. He met Watson and instantly Watson was attracted to the dark stranger. He was similar to Ina, but not her in any way in kindness. He was very charming.

The shark girl never trusted him and his talk of the Ancients and how they kept order in a world that would sometimes ruin the order of everything. In that, he and Watson were in agreement. They would say, "Order must be maintained… at any cost."

And then she saw the dark stranger with Watson intimately, and in anger wanted to throw the Trident at the two, but instead simply dropped it and swam away. She dropped her Trident, not caring anymore of life or pride, and after that it all became so foggy.

The gift of Poseidon she had been so prideful with, she just threw it away carelessly, and in carelessness she paid.

She was told her Trident was used to destroy Atlantis because she left it for the harbinger of doom to use, rather than using it to protect. She allowed it to destroy. In jealousy she allowed it to destroy.

And so, that's how it was used. As the legend has said, "The Trident of Poseidon thrown to the center of the world, will stir up the depths of the oceans and bring about the end."

Atlantis was buried under the typhoon after the Trident had stirred the oceans in anger.

This is where memory disappeared for Gura. She never remembered what happened, other than she woke after drifting to the shores along the Atlantic Ocean, near the coast of Spain. The only survivor of Atlantis. In her hand was the Trident, but there was nothing left of the island.

She was there, wandering along the coast of Spain, not knowing how she got there, but was met by a stranger.

This stranger walked up to her, telling her she had a message from the gods for Gawr Gura. In that message was the curse that the day she'd meet Watson she would see her but never have her. She would be cursed to walk the earth the Protector, but never be protected. She would feel the pain of all the deaths with every year that passed. There was only 'one thing' that could remove the curse, and she must find it before going mad in search of it. This could lift the curse. The figure then laughed cruelly, and disappeared.

She tried for hundreds of years to find Atlantis, but with no luck. She only knew that her careless handling of the Trident is what destroyed Atlantis. And Watson was gone. Everything was gone. And soon, she decided that she would trade in responsibility and guilt for simply living a carefree life. She didn't want to go mad and so instead she decided not to care. So, what of a curse?

Years later in England, maybe a few thousand years later she saw her Watson who had settled down. She was no longer the traveler. She didn't remember being a traveler and thought Gura was frightening. She couldn't even get close enough to talk to her, without her being frightened. Of course, it could have been the time period in 16th century England.

So, she watched over that Watson as she lived with her family. She saw her sons and daughters grow older, until she felt she would go mad watching someone who wanted nothing to do with her, and so she left.

She had watched her in the shadows, realizing this was a shell of the Watson she had been. It broke her to near madness and she left the continent. Until now, always wandering the earth alone.

But this Watson, who must have been a descendent, was different. The one driving her to a quiet dinner was so much different.

Dr. Amelia Watson glanced over at the shark girl who was extremely quiet, when she noticed a tear on her cheek.

She glanced over again, their drive extremely quiet and she could see the troubled look on Gura's face, as that one tear clung to her cheek, and then another drifted onto the other cheek. She was crying. Quietly crying.

Watson pulled to the side of the road, near the boardwalk and parked.

The shark girl was deep in thought when Watson spoke, "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Gura turned to the beautiful blonde beside her, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Why are you crying?"

"Crying?" Gura laughed uncomfortably, as if waking up suddenly, and felt the wetness on her cheeks. She nonchalantly wiped one tear and then the other. She hadn't realized until just then she had been crying.

"Is everything okay, Gura?"

"Just… thinking over things."

"I'm sorry if I'm making you sad."

"What," Gura finally woke to the present. "No, you're not making me sad at all. I must have been daydreaming."

They were quiet for a moment, both looking to the other, barely seeing in the darkness of the car.

"Was this the right direction to that place you wanted to go?"

"Um," Gura looked over the area, the lighthouse up ahead.

"Your mind isn't here and I'm guessing its wherever it was when we first talked in the hospital. It's been there ever since, and so I have a better idea."

The shark girl's attention was piqued and finally joining the present.

Watson turned off the car.

"Let's just talk."

"Talk?"

"Yes. It's where you tell me what is going on and I listen."

Gura uncomfortably giggled again. "My stomach might start growling, Watson. I'm kind'a hungry."

"Hm, then I have a second idea."

"Oh, it's better than that first idea?"

"Yes." Amelia Watson couldn't help but smile when Gura laughed or made light of a phrase. There was something in her cadence that was enjoyable when she spoke.

"McD's is open – let's drive thru and then head to the lighthouse."

"Oh cool. I like lighthouses."

"Cool – you can tell me all about lighthouses that you've seen in your thousands of years of existence."

"Thousands of years of existence."

Gura's smile broke, considering the first lighthouse she'd seen when she woke on that island. The past continued to invade this evening, and she hated that she couldn't make it disappear from this present time.

"Again," Watson was adamant as she stared into Gura's eyes. In fact, she held at the sides of her cheeks forcing her to look into her eyes. "Tell me what is going on. I'm here." She released her hands, in her gaze the care and concern obvious. "I'm here… for you. I care so much for you Gura. Something… something is hurting you from deep inside. Let me help you."

And then a tear escaped again… and another. Gura hated that she was getting so emotional, but she couldn't help the water works. Visibly and physically her shoulders lifted with her tears, the crying from deep inside.

"I've lived too long, I think." Gura's throat was growing thick with tears. "I… am tired of the weight of these years." She wiped at her tears sloppily. "I'm so tired. I'm just… so tired."

It was then the warmth of Amelia Watson wrapped all around her, as the blonde-haired girl held her tightly in a hug. She continued to hold her, as Gura continued to cry.

They sat in the car, below the lighthouse, on a warm evening by the ocean, and Gura's past fell with the constant of time, as they held to one another.

The love that she had felt was never as deep as this love she felt now with Amelia Watson holding her in her arms.

The night transformed and changed around them, but they held quietly in the car, listening to the other's breathing and sadness, but hope. This time she felt hope in Amelia Watson's arms.

Yes, maybe this would finally be different. Perhaps… perhaps she could finally see this to the end and know that love is real and this Watson was the one thing – the one thing she'd been walking the earth for, and waiting patiently to find.

[END NOTE: Thank you for reading; I appreciate it – truly, I do. Fanfiction is down right now and it's not sending me alerts of follows, or faves, or reviews and so please review and let me know if you've liked this story so far. I'm just never sure.]