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Title: Love at First Swim
Author: deadpoetwoffie
Disclaimer: I really wished I owned them, but alas, I am but a minion for the cause.
Rating: PG
A/N: This is just a ficlet. For some reason my brain will only allow me to write from the POV of a fish in short bursts. All of my sushi fics will be a "series" but the timeline will skip around some. For the first click here. Oh, and I couldn't remember in which fic Sashimi was introduced so I just kind of ran with the generic plot bunny on this one.
Love At First Swim
I was loving my life, I truly was, but more and more I began to realize that something was missing. For the first time in my life I was lonely. Of course, the crew were lovely to have around, except for Jayne who looked at me a bit too hungrily I must admit, but other than that life was grand. I lived in a spacious bowl and was fed as often as I needed to be by beautiful girls who giggled and talked to me. I learned so much during those first few months on Serenity.
Inara was always one for conversation. She would often sit on the edge of the bed and talk to me about various things while Mal was out on a job or just generally busy doing his "captain-y" things. She talked mostly about her "new" life on Serenity. She would tell me what things were changing and what things always managed to stay the same. If she and Mal would have an argument she would sometimes just pace the room and vent her frustrations by telling how stupid Mal was or some such.
In the end she would always stop pacing and look around the shuttle. The shuttle has changed quite a bit since I first came aboard. There is of course new paint and new furniture but much more than that has changed. Now, instead of it being a space occupied solely by Inara's things, it now held much of Mal's as well.
It wasn't like he just left some stuff there that looked out of place. No, it was different. Their things seemed to blend. The shuttle wasn't just hers anymore. It wasn't his either. It was theirs. So much love could be seen and felt in this little space that I began to feel a bit left out. I was lonely.
Then one day they brought in an all too familiar looking plastic baggie. At first, my heart sank. I hadn't been up to snuff lately. I wasn't my excited self anymore. I thought that they wouldn't notice but they apparently had. I figured that I had finally met my demise and that they were going to replace me.
But when they did not reach in to pull me out I began to relax. Then my heart began beating faster. Surely, it couldn't be. They placed the fish in my bowl and squatted down to gauge my reaction.
She was the most beautiful fish in all the 'verse.
Not wanting to seem overly excited, I swam casually over to her.
"I'm Sushi. Welcome to Serenity. She may look a bit worn, but she always flies true. She's got herself one heck of a crew, too. I think you'll like it here among the stars."
She said nothing. She just stared at me with those beautiful eyes. I thought for sure that she figured I was a crazy space fish. She looked refined, like she had come from a pet shop, specially bred to be beautiful in all ways. For what seemed forever she just looked at me, with the occasional glance about her surroundings. She swam around some, casually inspecting our habitat. Finally she spoke.
"I am Sashimi. It is a pleasure to meet you."
From that moment on, I was in love.
Author: deadpoetwoffie
Disclaimer: I really wished I owned them, but alas, I am but a minion for the cause.
Rating: PG
A/N: This is just a ficlet. For some reason my brain will only allow me to write from the POV of a fish in short bursts. All of my sushi fics will be a "series" but the timeline will skip around some. For the first click here. Oh, and I couldn't remember in which fic Sashimi was introduced so I just kind of ran with the generic plot bunny on this one.
Love At First Swim
I was loving my life, I truly was, but more and more I began to realize that something was missing. For the first time in my life I was lonely. Of course, the crew were lovely to have around, except for Jayne who looked at me a bit too hungrily I must admit, but other than that life was grand. I lived in a spacious bowl and was fed as often as I needed to be by beautiful girls who giggled and talked to me. I learned so much during those first few months on Serenity.
Inara was always one for conversation. She would often sit on the edge of the bed and talk to me about various things while Mal was out on a job or just generally busy doing his "captain-y" things. She talked mostly about her "new" life on Serenity. She would tell me what things were changing and what things always managed to stay the same. If she and Mal would have an argument she would sometimes just pace the room and vent her frustrations by telling how stupid Mal was or some such.
In the end she would always stop pacing and look around the shuttle. The shuttle has changed quite a bit since I first came aboard. There is of course new paint and new furniture but much more than that has changed. Now, instead of it being a space occupied solely by Inara's things, it now held much of Mal's as well.
It wasn't like he just left some stuff there that looked out of place. No, it was different. Their things seemed to blend. The shuttle wasn't just hers anymore. It wasn't his either. It was theirs. So much love could be seen and felt in this little space that I began to feel a bit left out. I was lonely.
Then one day they brought in an all too familiar looking plastic baggie. At first, my heart sank. I hadn't been up to snuff lately. I wasn't my excited self anymore. I thought that they wouldn't notice but they apparently had. I figured that I had finally met my demise and that they were going to replace me.
But when they did not reach in to pull me out I began to relax. Then my heart began beating faster. Surely, it couldn't be. They placed the fish in my bowl and squatted down to gauge my reaction.
She was the most beautiful fish in all the 'verse.
Not wanting to seem overly excited, I swam casually over to her.
"I'm Sushi. Welcome to Serenity. She may look a bit worn, but she always flies true. She's got herself one heck of a crew, too. I think you'll like it here among the stars."
She said nothing. She just stared at me with those beautiful eyes. I thought for sure that she figured I was a crazy space fish. She looked refined, like she had come from a pet shop, specially bred to be beautiful in all ways. For what seemed forever she just looked at me, with the occasional glance about her surroundings. She swam around some, casually inspecting our habitat. Finally she spoke.
"I am Sashimi. It is a pleasure to meet you."
From that moment on, I was in love.