Hikari was lost. Lost in a world that he once knew. It was so painfully blatant yet no one could see it. [Hikari-centric drabble]

He would comply passively with what the others wanted without a word of protest. After all, the last thing he wished for was a disturbance within their little underwater world. He was fine with how things were. He could hang on. Or so he thought. [Kaname-centric Drabble]

On his side of the door, every fibre in his body was torn between two actions. The first, to leave. The second, to rush in there and embrace her. To wrap his arms around her petite waist, draw her close and steal her lips for his own. Maybe then, she would stop crying. Maybe then, she would stop thinking about another. Maybe then. Maybe then. Maybe then.

On that bright summer's day, the girl from the ocean was held captive in mind, body and heart. The perpetrator? A land dweller on a boat.