Hi there! Welcome everybody new and old! So, for those who may not know this, I used to be on this site under a different username, 3VAMM3. With that username I wrote this story Siren - along with other stories in different fandoms - and it became one of my favorite stories of fan fiction I've written. Well, things happened, obviously, which you can read completely at this story's new Tumblr, welcomebackyoko. To put it simply, though, I had to delete the original story and left fan fiction writing for over a year.

I honestly wasn't expected to come back to it as life kind of took over me and I was given lots of responsibilities that take priority. However, for some odd reason, I never forgot about Siren and, because I'm reckless, I've been willing to try my hand at it again. Only thing is, after so long, I don't remember too well of the complete details of the first few chapters. THEREFORE, I shall be re-writing it all from the beginning!

Whether any of you remember the original story or have no idea what the hell I'm talking about, it doesn't matter. Just sit back, relax, and let's go on the adventure of our wonderful new protagonist! ^^

Siren

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Chapter 1

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She was never a very strong swimmer.

Sure, she knew the basics - the doggy paddle and a simple backward or forward stroke becoming her best friends when it came to any aerobic activity - but it was always the lack of footing near the deep ends, the intense feeling of nothingness and dread, that seemed to constantly suck her under the surface no matter what. It rendered her almost completely terrified of water itself and the unknown consequences that came with it's interaction.

Almost. Still, she found herself enjoying her time at family barbecues by the pool or sunny days at the beach, even if she had to migrate towards the shallow parts that assured her she was safe. Still, she was able to entertain the soft waves and ripples of the water and float along the surface calmly.

But, she was never a very strong swimmer.

It was her mistake as she wasn't paying much attention to all of her surroundings her last day she went swimming at the beach with her family, nor was she aware of the rip current that had dragged her away along with her floatable device. Nonetheless, the moment she pieced together that she was much further out at sea than she was used to - she wasn't even able to see her older brother or father who had gone ahead of her to dive through waves - the only emotions that resonated and processed through her body were the cold, unwavering swells of panic and fear. Or, perhaps those were the ocean's waves that overpowered her endlessly as she tried to swim against the current back to the shore

There wasn't much going through her head at the time, the need and want to return to that safe spot in her family's arms greater than any other form of reason or logic. However, it was because of that large blunder in her plan that allowed the ocean to break down upon her mercilessly, sending a large amount of salt water down her throat and making both her nose and lungs burn with longing for oxygen. Leaving her floatable device behind, all she could do was claw at the air trying to move - she didn't care if it was forward or upwards, she just wanted to breath - until all she could feel between her fingers was the smooth heartbeat of the sea that now surrounded her, dragging her, suffocating her…

She tried to keep her eyes open, she really did. But, the rough cracks of the water simmered down to soft, muffled hums the further she sank and, oh did that sound nice. The fire in her chest had even started to fade away, much to her relief, and all she wanted to do now was sleep.

Even if she needed to reach the surface. Even if she needed to breath. Even if there were people waiting for her at the shore. All she wanted to do was rest. There was no trouble. It was all a dream, a nightmare even. It had to be.

After all, she was never a very strong swimmer.

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It was a strange feeling, being locked in a cage of water. She would have thought that everything would have happened in the blink of an eye, but to her it all occurred at an agonizingly slow pace that she almost immediately welcomed the cold ocean as it drank away all the life in her body and softly pressed around her. What amazed her the most was how those icy pricks that stabbed her continuously suddenly changed in temperature and warmed her from her head to her toes.

Somehow it was soothing, enveloped in that new pleasant and snug blanket of sorts even if everything had been dark for quite some time now and a little more than cramped. She didn't dare to open her eyes again to see how deep she had been dragged down to - she wouldn't have been able to do so even if she wanted to anyways - and only immersed herself in the gentle rhythmic thumping that made her strange surroundings feel like home. She felt safe.

Perhaps she had already been saved? Or maybe she had been found just in time and was now being rescued at that moment? After all, it did seem quite odd for her to be enjoying her new safe haven, if that was what she could think of it as.

Before she could think any longer on the subject, and after an unknown amount of time had finally passed, her surroundings enclosed upon her even more, tightening up the space she had been kept in. Soon, she found that the warmth around her was actually alive in some way as it moved and contracted. It felt odd to be experiencing such a thing, but strangely enough, she wasn't terrified. It wasn't until she could feel herself being forcibly pushed and squeezed through a narrow pass that an unexpected emotion began to dwell within her once more. She wasn't sure if it was fear or surprise or maybe something in between, but the blinding light that followed her exposure from her makeshift asylum was more than pleasing to experience.

She gulped and gasped the moment she could recognize the thin, welcoming feeling of air around her, her body immediately filling itself and her chest inflating with the sweet sweet oxygen they so desperately craved.

Finally, she opened her eyes, her lids heavy as if she had been sleeping soundly for a decade. Like the dark foils of the sea that swallowed her, everything was blurry. And yet, she didn't feel the sense of panic she felt earlier that day, making her wonder what exactly was going on. She could also vaguely feel a sense of strange stickiness and a wet substance that most certainly wasn't ocean spray all over her body. The smell itself wasn't unpleasant, but merely unfamiliar and new. As that initial thought came and went like the train that carried most of her passing thoughts, the next thing she could recognized was that someone was holding her.

The hands felt big and cradled her gently like a newborn infant. But, that couldn't have been correct. Sure, she was small, being only fifteen years old and not even into her second year of high school yet, but there still shouldn't have been anybody large enough to hold her body as delicately as they were doing so now. Therefore, it was understandable when both her mind and body froze at the sight of a giant face - it was of an Asian man just barely reaching middle aged - invading her field of vision.

⌊ 潮! ああ ,潮! ⌉ the man said excited, his words somewhat muffled as her ears tried to pick up on the strange language he spoke, ⌊ 彼女は美しい! 真に! ⌉

At first, the only thing she could comprehend was how confused she was of her situation; She knew she had just been rescued, but why did everything seem so foreign around her? Although the language being spoken was much different than the English or Portuguese she was overly familiar with growing up, she recognized the flow of syllables as one of the many asian languages she heard in the background of her life. However, at the moment, she couldn't tell if it was Chinese or Japanese nor did she really care when all she wanted to do was squirm away from the big head still looking down at her with fond, glassy eyes, and go back to her family she had been separated from.

⌊ 泣いて…いない… ⌉ another voice, this time feminine and so soft and weary, seemingly asked from somewhere else, ⌊ 彼女…大丈夫? ⌉

Immediately, the man looked back in the direction of the woman's voice and responded with fervor, ⌊ はい！はい はい はい! 自分で見て, 潮! 我々の娘! ⌉

She could feel her body being moved, smoothly but carefully, and suddenly, a new face appeared before her. Only this time, the picture she received wasn't as visually pleasing as the other man who was still holding her.

The woman whose voice was soft and almost non-existent was much worse off than what she had sounded like from the sidelines. Her thick hair, which sported an unusual dark indigo color, was spread unevenly behind her head against the pillow she lay against and clung to her thin face as beads of sweat trickled down her neck. Her skin gave off a sickly yellowish tint and both her eyes and cheeks seemed to hollow under the hospital light that shined down upon her. Next to her, a billboard of wires hung close by and the choppy rhythm of a heart monitor could be heard, adding on to the non favorable conditions this woman was left it. It was a shockingly horrible sight, one she was not prepared to see as her eyes widened in response to the view.

And yet still, the woman smiled the moment she lay eyes on her, her dry, cracked lips doing their best to enunciate the relief and happiness she must have felt, ⌊ 美しい..我々の娘… ⌉

Suddenly, everything had become clear; a switch of knowledge had flipped inside of her. Why everything had become so big and the odd sensations she had felt before of being pushed and brought into a new light. The reason she had felt like she was being held like an infant was simply because she was one! A newborn fresh from the womb and staring straight into the eyes of the woman who had birthed her!

It couldn't have been right. No…it wasn't right! It was impossible! She was fifteen! A teenager! Not this, this…baby! It wasn't her. It wasn't her body. And the woman looking down at her with eyes of love and affection was most certainly not her mother! All these feelings rushed down on her at once, spreading throughout her body until she could physically feel her tiny throat begin to close up and cut her off from the oxygen she needed once again. She was no longer dwelling in the depths of the ocean that consumed her, however she still felt as if she was drowning.

Out of no where, the monitor hovering just beside the sickly woman's beside began to beat at an alarming rate, the already rough rhythm quickly escalating into a more turbulent orchestra that nobody would want to connect with the human body. It seemed as though the sound worried the man holding her -as well as other people who she hadn't known was in the same room as them - as she was brought closer to his chest with one arm so that he could move closer to the woman in the bed.

⌊ 潮? 潮, 僕を見て! しっかりして! 潮! ⌉ The man held the woman's shoulder, but didn't attempt to shake it, as if all he was trying to do was keep whatever was left of her from leaving. Around them all, people in white encircled the woman, trying to get something, anything, that would help that tempestuous meter on the screen to simmer down.

She couldn't help but whimper as the woman reached out a thin, practically bony hand out towards her, the commands and cries around her falling deaf on her ears.

⌊ 強い…私の強い女の子… ⌉ She wasn't able to defend herself as a single frail finger stroked her dirtied cheek, sending chills down her now small back. Again she whimpered out of desperation but the woman's hand still stayed in touch, ⌊ 私の…小さい…洋子… ⌉

Her final words came out as barely a whisper and her hand fell limp onto the hospital bed she was kept in as the unstable rhythm next to her finally came to a complete stop.

⌊ 潮! ⌉ The man who had been holding her cried out almost painfully, startling her tremendously and more easily than what she remembered she was capable of withstanding.

More people in white moved in at that moment to push the man - and therefore herself - a safe distance away from the rest of the commotion, prompting an overwhelming feeling to make her own heart mirror that of the heart monitor just minutes before.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to thrash around and escape from the clutches of the strange man now holding onto her as if she was his own life preserver. She was not this baby born from two complete strangers. This wasn't her body! This wasn't her life! And yet, in the back of her mind, as she watched the fragile woman disappear from her view behind a canvas of people dressed in white, she could hear tiny whispers echoing in her panic-ridden head. This was her body. This was her life now.

As the truth dropped down heavily upon her now small shoulders, she did the only thing she knew she had every right to do both as the infant she supposedly now was and as the teenager she still believed to be. She screeched and cried in the hands of her new "father".

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