Hello All!Alright so this is my first fanfiction in a long time! bare with me here, I have aloooooot I want to do with this! so This story is under James and Carlos only because they're the POVs I switch from. this is a Kames and Cargan story folks. With a lot of Jarlos Kogan bromance. So it's cool. I'm thinking this will be roughly about 18 chapters, it'll be slow enough to the point I'm not rushing, but fast enought o keep your interest. In later chapters there will be smut and I will update about two to three times a week if possible! Feel free to leave your comments, criticism is cool just don't be rude! Cause that's not so cool. Sooo review :)
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Prologue
It was one of those days. Where the sky was so blue, you could see the water particles dancing in the air like little diamonds as the breeze swept through. The sun was shining white and hot. It was one of those days that brought gaiety to any who stepped out in it. The coast of California was where one wanted to be .The ocean shone absolutely brilliantly, an accent to this picture perfect afternoon. A sick mixture of blues and greens, and as a young Carlos Garcia Jr. looked over the side of his father's ship, he figures, that a billion years ago these waters were so clear he would have been able to see the bottom. He giggled gleefully at the thought, mesmerized by the many mysteries of the sea. The ten year old Latino inhaled the salty air deeply and he couldn't help the grin that formed over his chubby features.
'This is all I'm ever going to need', he thought happily, the sounds of the ocean lulling him in and out of his day dreams.
"Hijo, away from the side you're way to close", his father spoke strictly. Carlos immediately heeded his father's warning and headed towards him on the deck. Carlos Garcia Sr. was his idol. A hard-working marine biologist, a loving husband, and a diligent father. Carlos loved his dad to the moon and back, and he felt his little heart swell when his father invited him on boat trips like this one.
" Carlos you know the rule, two feet from the sides of the boat at all times", his father scolded lightly, "we don't want you being fish food okay hijo?" Carlos nodded quickly.
"Kay papi!" His father ruffled his short black hair in adoration, his son being his pride and joy.
"I'm holding you to that little one, hey, maybe you should ask Mr. Bitters if he needs any help steering hijo, he might need a look out", he pressed, hoping to keep the youth out of trouble. Carlos squealed in delight and agreed.
"Aye, aye sir", Carlos mockingly saluted and ran to find the Captain of the ship. Mr. Bitters was just that, bitter. He was a round, middle-aged man who didn't care in the slightest about sparing the feelings of others he found inadequate. He was a man whose dreams had died, and you could tell by the inflection in his voice and the added weight in his step. His face was always laced with a deep scowl, even when he was smiling. Most were afraid to approach Mr. Bitters, but Carlos was an exception. He loved pushing the obese man's buttons. He toddled right on over and grabbed at the cheap flower printed fabric of the Captain's shirt. Bitters rolled his eyes as soon as he saw Carlos beaming up at him.
"What do you want pest", Bitters spat. Carlos just let out a boisterous laugh before standing at full attention and pulling his tiny hand to his head.
"Captain sir, I've been instructed to be your lookout!" Another eye roll came from the tubby man, he still didn't know what compelled him to sail this ship day in and day out. Perhaps it was due to the fact he had a longstanding friendship with Garcia Sr., perhaps he just had a love for the briny blue, whatever it was Mr. Bitters was sure the bubbly little boy with the puppy dog eyes had nothing to do with it.
"Have you now", he sneered, "well grab the scope and start looking out." Carlos hurried over to the telescope, grabbing it in his sticky little hands excitedly. He smiled at Mr. Bitters and scuttled back out to the main deck. The strong scent of seaweed and sunrays hit his nostrils as he exited the Bridge. He started towards the Bow, rushing by many of his dad's friends and co-workers. He waved hastily at them all before reaching his destination. He put the scope up to his right eye and closed the other one in concentration. He stuck his tongue out in the most adorable way, while he scanned the open mass. Any boy was it just an open mass.
The waves rolled lazily and the gulls sang overhead, but besides that there seemed to be no irregular movement. He turned to the left sharply slowly making his way back to the right, hoping to see the glistening grey fin of a dolphin or the spout of water that sparkled from a whales blowhole. He was having no such luck. All he saw was the point where the blue water turned into the even more blue sky. Boring. Being the impatient kid he was, Carlos sighed in defeat puffing his cheeks out a little to show his displeasure. He knew so much life lived underneath the surface, it was its on ecosystem for god's sake! So why were they choosing to hide on such a beautiful day? Carlos stepped away from the Bow and found himself going towards the Port. Mr. Bitters didn't need him to be lookout right now, there was nothing to look for. He stood two feet away from the side, just like his father had ordered him and stuck the scope to his eye once more.
He was met with the same scenery as before and he found himself wanting to scream at the sea. He opened his mouth to start trash talking an inanimate object, when something caught his eye. Something shimmering and green. His mouth stood agape as he tried to find it again. He looked to the right and than to the left, so quickly that whiplash was almost inevitable. For ten minutes he kept this up, and than he caught a glimpse of it again. He rushed over the side and pressed himself flush against it, breaking his father's rule. He looked down and saw something just beneath the billowing surface. It sort of looked like a fish. Carlos tilted his head to the side curiously. A fin flailed out of the waves and than crashed right back in. It was a green tail, but it had gorgeous hues of purple and blue and all the other colors of the rainbow. It was breathtaking and Carlos smiled like an idiot. The tail kept breaking free of the waves and falling back into them.
"What kind of fishy are you", Carlos thought out loud, and out popped a head. Carlos fell backwards, dropping the telescope onto the deck with a loud thud. No. Way. Carlos collected himself off of the floor and ran back to the side. The head had disappeared. The human head. The head of a boy. Not a fish head. No a head. That stood gracefully on a pair of broad pale shoulders. Carlos was dumbfounded, he started blaming the hallucination on the sun and the heat it radiated onto him, but than the head popped back up. Carlos couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't feel. A stunning boy with raven hair and chocolate eyes looked up at Carlos. He smirked devilishly and waved up at the surprised boy. Carlos, mouth hanging open, mustered up the brain power and waved back at the boy in the water. Said boy smiled even wider before vanishing. Carlos was confused to say the least, he stood on the first bar of the Port so he could look farther over the edge. He was straining his neck, desperately searching for the fish boy.
"Hello", he called out thinly, "are you out there?" No answer. Carlos cautiously looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was paying too much attention to him before stepping up onto the second bar.
"I know you're there"' he jested, hoping to provoke a reaction.
"Fine I guess…I'll just be leaving now", he called, "any minute now I will be gone…any minute now…okay I'm leaving.." Carlos stepped down for the bars and started slowly walking backwards.
"Bye…cause I'm leaving now you know", Carlos yelled hopefully. With that, The boy flung out of the water and did a precise flip in the air. He had pale, flawless skin that shone like the purest seashell and was the proud owner of the gorgeous tail Carlos had seen previously. Carlos reclaimed his spot on the second bar and laughed cheerfully he snorted a little and covered his mouth with both hands as he waited for the brunet to make himself known again. A few seconds later he saw that face again, he noticed the cute dimples as the merboy grinned up at him .
"Encore!" Carlos shouted erupting into a fit of giggles, he clapped his hands together in sheer enchantment. The Merboy took a small bow and opened his mouth, but all Carlos could hear was the ocean and her symphony. Carlos leaned farther over the side
"What, I couldn't hear you", Carlos yelled. The boy once again opened his mouth but the gulls and the crashing of the waves and the wind blowing through hollow shells was all he could hear. He leaned a bit farther.
"One more ti-" Carlos started, but he boat stuttered harshly and he found himself being thrown off the sea vessel. His scream tore through the air for a moment and than everything went black as his soft head connected with the cold metal of the boat and he was flung into the water. It cut like glass as he connected with his demise and he could feel it suffocating him, filling his lungs to the brim with liquid. He wanted to scream , to swim, to move but he found himself slowly falling deeper and deeper. His insides were burning, but he could do nothing.
Carlos opened his eyes slightly as he accepted his fate, the sea was practically his home, he'd been a part of the sea since he was born. He couldn't count how many hazy Saturdays he's spent here, picking up fragile seas shells, swimming with his best friend James, watching the sunset turn the ocean black. It was his friend, it was his love , he could die here and it would be okay. His vision started to pinprick as a pale perfectly structured face came into his vision. It was the boy. The son of the ocean himself, has come to take Carlos away into the depths. Carlos held out his fingers and stroked them over the others lips, his cheeks, his nose. Anything he could before finally the lack of oxygen took him out of the realm of conciousness for the second time. He could hear voices in this limbo. He heard the sweetest melody ever sung, but he couldn't remember the words. He heard his father yelling, crying and it broke Carlos' heart. He heard footsteps running frantically in every direction and the last thing Carlos heard was the gulls keening overhead before he cracked an eye open to the sun.
He was in his father's warm embrace in an instant, as he gasped for air. His father held him tightly weeping into his tiny, weak body. A constant chant of "never do that again hijo" and "I almost lost you" fell off his dad's lips and all Carlos could do was lay there and stare blankly at the sea that almost claimed him. In the distance he saw a tail splash out and at that moment Carlos realized: he'd been saved by that boy, and a soft, small smile formed on his salty, tired lips.