#marine biologist!soshiro

[talesofsonicasura]

A Storm's Song

They say there is a unique beauty hidden within a storm's roar. Whether it's true depends on the one who is willing to listen.

A Hoshikaf drabble involving Siren!Kafka and Marine Biologist!Soshiro! There is an event for the pairing happening around February 24-March 2nd but you probably won't see me participate. It was already difficult even trying to write this.

Writer's block and an erratic schedule tend to do that to anyone. I'm a bit rusty so I hope this turns out alright! Please enjoy!

"Looks like the radio is busted." Normally one would hardly care if an instrument like this was broken. People spend entire afternoons without music to keep them preoccupied while during work. The same doesn't go for a marine biologist who's over 100 miles away from dry land.

Soshiro couldn't help but pinch his nose, irritation rising as the once working radio continued to play cacophonic static. He turned the thing off before returning the emergency toolkit back underneath the boat's console. The man had set sail today as a pod of whales were migrating nearby and he wanted to record their song.

Sadly his ship's radio system chose it was time to finally break on him. Not before he put on his wetsuit and checked the cameras to see if the whales were in range. The dumb thing decided to break right as the hydrophone was ready for deployment.

"I have no doubt the whales have already left the area by now. Can things get any worse today?" Almost if on cue, a rain drop plop down on his purple haired head before being accompanied by a harsh downpour.

Soshiro briskly walked into the lower deck of his ship without a word. He wasn't gonna entertain the universe's bullshit any further as that's asking for something worse than rain. Last time the man did, a gull stole his Mont Blanc and dropped it into the sea.

Soshiro was halfway through his homemade unagi when a small flash of electric cyan appeared in the far distance. He sat at the control console on deck keeping an eye on the grey shrouded sea as the rainstorm continued its course. It wasn't dark enough to warrant the search beams but the man didn't need to anyway.

The seemingly growing white bone fin amongst a sea of rainbow bioluminescence swallowed the little shadows left as it grew closer. Soshiro wasn't scared when the water around him lit up. His demeanor remains the same despite the large bone pillar sitting not even a 50 ft from his small boat.

Why would he be as the marine biologist knew who it belonged to. The water before him begins to rise with the emergence of a familiar white bone masked face. Rainbow colors all across its bulky near black scaled body diluting back into cyan highlights.

Slitted teal eyes of those pitch black skull sockets met Soshiro's first as the sea slinked off its massive form. The beast opened its inhumanely large maw lined to the brim with razor sharp teeth akin to a Great White...to yawn. "Did you just wake up from a nap Kafka?"

Soshiro continues to munch at his unagi as he watches the kaiju looking siren stretch out his back for a moment. Too bad he didn't have his camera on to record the little show before him. It would've made this day suck a little less.

"This coming from the guy eating lunch in the middle of a rainstorm at sea. You do know kaiju are more active around these times despite it being just rain." The deadpan tone in the distorted light husky male voice spoke back from Kafka's toothy maw.

"It's a good thing that I have my big strong and loving siren boyfriend here to keep me safe." Soshiro gingerly picked up his last bite then toss it over to the sea beast. Kafka easily caught the small piece of fish, a soft rumble reverberating from his chest as he savored the offering.

Soshiro can't help but be amused at how simple the siren was. A miniscule piece of eel would have Kafka singing like it's the best thing on Earth. Singing...

"You said ya were a siren right? I find it strange that I've never heard ya sing before." The pleasant mood immediately evaporated back to the unease of the pouring rain. Kafka's piercing teal eyes dulled as a longing look came over them.

"Every siren is born with their own unique song. It's something we learn to find once reaching a certain age. The elders always told us that our song is split between three different voices ever since the time of our ancestors." Kafka paused for a few minutes before continuing.

"The voice of mortals which links itself to the humans near enough to hear. Another born from beasts that lend its weaker half the strength to snare. Finally the monster who uses the opportunity given by the other two to swallow the listener's mind. All three work together to allow us sirens to enchant others."

Soshiro gently hummed as he continued to write this information down in his private notebook. His gaze having never left Kafka's nervous visage. The marine biologist let his lover continue the story at his own pace.

"Sirens...take our singing very seriously. I have heard stories from my old pod where puppies were abandoned by their parents because something was wrong with their song. We can only enchant others if all three voices are in harmony. Even the slightest offkey will cause them to quarrel until one dominated over the other two."

Soshiro immediately halted his writing, his brows scrunching together as a familiar feeling washed over him. The weight of disappointment and disapproval. "My song... it's broken. The mutation fed into my monster voice to the point it silenced the others. A siren who can't sing is considered worthless..."

The notebook closed with a soft thump as the marine biologist set it aside. Kafka's head was slumped over in shame that his bony cheek barely brushed against the boat's guard rails. Soshiro gently places his hand on its smooth porcelain surface as teal eyes looked back at him.

"Kafka, can I hear your song?" Teal orbs widened in sheer disbelief at the words spoken. "But it's-" "I don't care if it's broken. No one has the right judge to ya for it. They're too stuck up on the power than the person behind it."

Soshiro leaned in a little closer to Kafka's cheek. "Plus how can they judge if no one ever hears ya sing? Kaiju drawn by the rainstorm will keep any eavesdroppers away. Your song is only mine to hear right now, nobody else's."

Kafka couldn't help but stare as he tried to understand the words spoken before him. Soshiro wanted to hear his song... Despite everything he said about it being broken.

The siren's form gently glanced around their surroundings. No one else was there amongst the erratic waves nor swimming under the surface. It really is just the two of them.

Despite the assurance, Soshiro could tell Kafka still seemed a little nervous. Luckily he had just the thing for that. The siren didn't notice the marine biologist leaving briefly as his thoughts invasively took over his mind.

A control swiftly broke by the wafting aroma of something familiar salty yet sweet. Slitted teal orbs glimpsed to meet Soshiro's form hovering over a large steel drum. Glistening inside the metal barrel's pool of soy sauce to greet him were countless fried eels.

"Not your standard liquid courage but I did promise ya some unagi." Kafka unconsciously licked his fangs before cautiously picking up the barrel. It honestly looked like a metallic shot glass in between the siren's giant fingers.

A fitting comparison as Soshiro watches him down the entire unagi soup if it were vodka. The ship vibrated a little from the humming purr that erupted out of Kafka's chest. 'Such a lovingly simple creature he is.'

The soft vibration softened as the massive siren put a little extra distance between himself and the smaller vessel. He went through a short mental checklist. Clear his throat of any delicious unagi? Check. Take a deep breath? Check. Focus on Soshiro only not the mess that's your abhorrent song.

With that last mental box ticked off, Kafka took a small pause and began to sing.

Ominous. It was the first word to greet Soshiro's mind when the song began. He hadn't been lying about the monster voice being more dominant than the other two. An embodiment of a storm itself, foreboding and fierce yet beautifully gentle if one was willing to wait out its fury. Fitting for someone like Kafka.

Despite the encompassing howl of the monster, there were two much quieter voices behind it. Subdued but still present if he focuses. One call Soshiro immediately recognized as a humpback whale from the eerie gentle tone their songs tend to carry. The human voice took a second to identify for an opera signer. Particularly one who savors the lower notes often heard in tragedies.

He unintentionally imagined the two quieter voices desperately trying to match their stronger counterpart. Every attempt to reach the monster's level always results in bruises and shame. The duet now follows the stronger sibling at a distance, present but easily ignored. Something Soshiro knew too well.

He shook his head and went back to Kafka's serenade. The howl began to steadily rise along with the air around them. Large fins twisted into bioluminescent teal wings slowly spread open to the rise. His teal markings shining even brighter as electricity began to crackle off the siren's body.

'Here comes the finale.' Kafka's song ascended into a loud earthshaking roar. Faux wings spread out so wide that they overtook the sky, lightning surge down from the clouds as if on command, and the erratic sea parting around them in fright. Soshiro was glad he didn't wear a hat today or the thing would've been in the clouds right now.

Harsh ragged pants burst out of Kafka's throat as his body began to unwind from the adrenaline surge. Why did he riled himself up so much!? The siren is already a failure for his broken song! He...

The sound of soft clapping froze Kafka solid. Wide teal orbs slowly look at the tiny form that was his potential mate. Those delightful sounds were accompanied by the rare appearance of Soshiro's beautiful red purple heterochromic eyes and more sincere smile.

"I can't believe ya were holding out on me! Such a hauntingly beautiful melody. Hopefully I can hear more in the future." Sparkling silver tears steadily began to pour from Kafka's bony sockets as his lower jaw began to chatter. The marine biologist barely had a second to pray before the siren's large form came straight for him.

"OOOOOH MY SWEET SOSHI!!" "OI! Be careful or else you're going to capsize the boat!!" The rain steadily began to ebb away as light started to pierce through the gray clouds. Almost if the heavens were appeased by the siren's song.

Or the peculiar love between man and beast displayed amidst the open sea.

And that's it. This drabble is part of an AU in the works. I'll be linking it here when the basis is fully written.

This is my first time writing for these characters so I really hope they aren't too OOC. Any questions can be answered on my main blog @sonicasura.

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You should see the chat with one of my friends. Kafhoshi but Soshiro is a marine biologist and Kafka is a 156 ft Sea Monster like Siren. (I like huge ass merman/mermaids.) Tiny scientist with his giant Great White Shark flavored lover.

An aquarium in Japan was closed for renovations, and their resident sunfish got depressed not seeing visitors. So the staff put some uniforms with printed faces against the tank, and it immediately recovered.