H2O: Twin Tails
Chapter Five
Emily had a tail. A pearly white, kind of smoky like an opal tail. When she moved it- and yeah that felt so very weird- it shined rainbows of colors as if the scales were painted. Near where hip met tail there was a black pearl like sash crisscrossing pattern. Her top was like a bikini top and matched her scales perfectly. Small dorsal fins and one large mono fin came from her tail, not changing color but staying the smoky opal color. And the look on her face was absolutely priceless.
"Aimee, Aimee, I think I broke my legs." Aimee blinked down at her.
"You look nothing like me." Aimee said a bit poutily.
"Well, it's not like we're Twins or anything." Emily joked.
"Hardy Har Har, My scaley sister. Very witty."
Emily scooched over in the tub so there was room for them to sit side-by-side. "Show and tell time."
"No," Aimee said quickly, "I look weird. Not like you at all."
"Come on Aims, show me." Aimee waited a while before shrugging off her insecurities and dunking an arm into the water.
Just like Emily she appeared to be made of water, and that's basically where their similarities ended.
Aimee had a tail. It was almost clear in places, invisible clear, as in they saw everything under it invisible. Then she moved it. As it moved, you could see the electric blue and teal steaks, bold and swirled like marble on her bright white tail. And that was only the scales. She had sheer skirts of membrane, like a jelly fish, and dorsal fins. Her monofin was wide and appeared tattered at the ends. Her belly was framed by scales trailing up her hips and ribcage to her top which was wildly patterned as well.
Then she went still again, invisible all over. Emily moved her head and could sort of see her in depth differrences. As in the wall being a bit too close.
"Woah, cool." Emily said, "you look great."
"You can't see me." Aimee retorted.
"Well, no but that in and of itself is pretty neat." Emily countered. Aimee flailed for the hair drier coming back into sight, missed and hit the light switch instead, and the light went off. A split second passed and Aimee's streaks, not only on her scales but inside her body, started to glow. As in bioluminescent.
Emily opened her mouth to said something, anything when Aimee turned to her slowly and said, "Not one word, Em, not one."
They sat in silence for a minute before Aimee stopped sulking, turned the light back on, grabbed a hair drier, and started, well, drying.
Emily asked, "Who do we tell?"
Aimee's head snapped up. "No one, are you crazy?"
"What do you mean? We have to tell someone."
"No, no we do not." They were quiet again. "Who was that guy? Did you catch his name?"
"Better yet, who are all of those people downstairs?" Emily asked. "What do we do about them? They out number us and frankly, if they are who I reckon they are-"
"We treat them like we treat everyone. Or how I treat everyone. I don't know what exactly we're going to do yet," Aimee replied, "But it's not going to be pretty."
Emily was confused but then remembered Aimee's own twisted version of welcoming guests into the house- pranking them. This time, it seemed Emily was included in on it. And instead of worrying her-which it really just should- it excited her.
Time to welcome some guests.
(A/N: This portion updated early because *Happy face* people are actually reading it. Thank you for reviewing. I read them and it kicked me into gear. I will update more regularly now. {Maybe} [I hope.])