Little Lost Shark Girl

Aimouryllice a'Phoche. . .was horribly lost. These human structures were so confusing--how was she supposed to know where to go when everything basically looked the same? Where was the color-coded coral to tell her where the living units were or where the athanaeum was? Humans were so inefficient.

Of course, she was told by some human to stay in some place that she'd since strayed from, but she had no concept of "wait here". Where did they even lead her, again? Her "dorm"? She didn't even know what that was.

Eventually, it seemed someone found her while she was staring at some strange words on the wall that she couldn't even read. Why did humans write on the walls? So disrespectful of their surroundings. As weird as this coral was, it should be preserved!

Aimouryllice glanced towards the person who suddenly began talking. She glanced around her, but she didn't see anyone else there. Did humans normally just talk to themselves? They were so weird. Maybe humans didn't understand the concept of Signalling; did their tribe teach them nothing? And why did this human feel strange? He must have been particularly ugly--yes, that was surely it. Revulsion was obviously what she was feeling, and she was satisfied that she'd figured it out.

She turned slowly to face this blabbering person. Her blank expression showed none of the usual signs of confusion, but she was very confused. He spoke so fast that she could barely catch what he said, let alone comprehend it. Name. . .Air-in? Human names were so strange. Help her with "things"? What were "things"? What did she need help with? She also wondered what an 'attraction aura' was (she never even learned either of those words) and debated inquiring, but he was quick to ask her another question.

Like the school. . .? She attempted to recall what her human educator told her about the word 'like'. While her understanding of the word may not have been thorough, her answer came quick as well.

"No." She had briefly forgotten about the sensitivity of human ears (and those similar), speaking at a volume normal to her but that which would make Aaron's ears ring. She didn't notice her mistake right away.

Aimouryllice didn't realize that he'd slowed his speech for her, only assumed that she must already be getting better at catching the meanings of words. She sure was smart! She was running a mental mile telling herself that this strange feeling of gravitation was just revulsion; she really didn't want to be attracted to such ugly creatures. Her love was for her people! She hoped they were doing okay and weren't stuck in such an unfavorable situation as herself (that situation being separation from the others and isolation within some strange human education structure filled with even more humans).

She had a voice which was strong? She briefly wondered how a voice could have physical strength, and if it could 'flex'. Oh, right--forgetting about his mention of strength, she remembered that human ears were too weak to take in her voice at its usual level. She continued in a whisper, surely suitable for this 'Air-in'.

"...Move in. . .? . . .Clothes? I can..." Aimouryllice moved an arm that was covered by the sleeve of her bright purple kimono. Yes, this should show him that she already knows how to move while wearing human clothing! She wondered if he would admire her 'fashion sense', considering it was simply the best there was. Very aesthetically-pleasing and sophisticated. Perfect for someone of her kind.

At the mention of food, her fins twitched. Sustenance. . .She wondered if these humans even knew how to hunt. Perhaps this strange tribal structure was made of edible coral. She glanced around to see if there were any bite marks, and then, when she didn't see any, she looked back to him. Aaron would notice that she never seemed to blink. An unending stare.

"...Can make. . .fish..?"

Haha! Or whatever humans say as an expression of triumph! Yes, she agreed with Air-in that she looked quite pretty. Clearly he had a good taste in fashion and beauty.

"...Low Tokyo humans. . .wear not ki-mo-nos..." she whispered, straightening out the fabric of her intricate clothing until it draped just right from her small frame. As she spoke a bit more, Aaron could pick up on that accent with no preexisting origin.

She listened to his explanation and attempted to make sense of it. There was fish in the 'cafeteria', yes? Food could be found in the cafeteria. So the cafeteria was synonymous with a place of hunting! She wondered how big the ocean would be when they got to it. Would it be a very long walk?

"Fish. . ." she murmured and continued to stare at him, expressionless. If he led the way, she would likely follow.

Aimouryllice kept pace with Aaron as he walked, her large eyes staring straight ahead and refusing to stray to the sights around them in any sort of curiosity that she probably didn't have. Already, she grew weary of having to lower her voice for these weak creatures; why should she have to? She should be able to talk loud and proud just like she used to, but no! Maybe talking normally would strengthen their weak ears. She begrudgingly reminded herself of her tribe; would she force them to go through uncomfortable experiences like that? Ughh.

Hold on a moment. . .What kind of ocean was this? All the food was right there! Okay, maybe this was someone else's food and they were going to go out and hunt their own in just a moment. Just showing off other people's skills and how many fish there are to be found, yes, she got it now.

She found her hands suddenly occupied by a strange flat stone. What in the world was this? Was this her hunting weapon? Should she throw it? Perhaps it was a toy that they used in play--but she's not a child! The audacity of this human. She put the disk down in favor of grabbing the first fishy food with her clawed hands and bringing it straight to her mouth like some sort of savage or something (but, of course, this was the most sophisticated way of eating). When he attempted to lead her elsewhere, she looked back to the food, grabbed a few more fistfuls, whatever her hands could carry, and followed after him.

As he spoke, she shredded into the fish with her shark-like teeth, ripping and gnashing away (with her mouth closed, of course).

"...It is O-K..." she began after he explained the 'aura' thing. "...You. . .much--ugly." She even used her dirty hands to emphasize just how ugly he was. As for the questions. . . "...Here. . .Why...? My. . .not-humans. Pee-ple. Who..."

This 'English' was so frustrating. She began talking in her own language, her thoughts flowing much more quickly and precisely compared to her struggle with human communication. Obviously, it was unlike that which he'd ever heard, being an entirely different species that had never come into contact with humans, after all. Not uncommon in a school filled with those.

When she was done jabbering on in her 'mother tongue', she stared at 'Air-in'.

Aimouryllice finished her fish by the time Aaron was done making strange noises. She wondered if that was perhaps his mating call, or some sort of sound of aggression. After pondering the context, she still didn't know. "...Thank you..." she said in response to his voiced favor.

She reached up to her mouth, from which a slimy purple appendage darted out--a tongue, one would realize--and licked at her food-covered fingers. In the mean-time, she considered his answer. 'Supernatural' could probably be connected to 'foreign' or something similar in her own language. . .So, basically, she was here because humans--hold on a moment. . .He was a human! Oh, he'd already discovered this 'secret' she was apparently supposed to be keeping. "...This. . .is not--good..."

Aimouryllice thought that putting her around humans to keep her existence a secret from humans was, quite frankly, dumb. Humans were even more stupid and confusing than she originally thought.

"...In home. . .humans. . .live not. First time. . .seeing them, in Tokyo. Much ugly people. . .nice building. Much color. Home. . .was much color. Many building. . .but not same..." She was going on a bit of a tangent, Aimouryllice realized. "...We know not. . .humans. 'Egg-zist'. Take home..."

She finished licking at her fingers and ran her purple tongue along her teeth. Her mouth was now squeaky-clean. "...Why. . .not easy. . .finding things--here..?"