For those who are new to my end of the fandom, hello~ Don't be too freaked out. I'm a nice person, honest. My sanity... it's questionable. I write a lot of AU. Don't know why, either. I'm still trying to figure it all out. We'll see, eventually.

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Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Out of the Blue. I have edited this thing, mostly simple things that needed to be done and what I missed when I originally edited it, so there's not too many changes to the original work than wording and what have you.

Anyway, I should probably let you read this. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: For legal reasons obviously, I must say that I do not own any of the characters in this fic. The original concept for this fic was inspired by Hans Christian Andersen'sThe Little Mermaid and was voted on by my faithful readers of CE.

Out of the Blue

by iOc

Prologue

Searing pain shot through her body, jolting her awake. Every part of her ached - from the nails on her feet to the split ends of her hair. She tried to move her arms, but found that she couldn't.

Her mind was foggy, as if clouded - cottoned by whatever drug that had been given to her.

Chloroform, perhaps? No, she would remember if it was chloroform. Nitrous oxide? Again, no. She didn't taste anything, but whatever it had been, had been strong.

The world around her danced and swayed like it did when she used to lay on her back in the boat she used to use to go out and check the buoys around the reef.

The reef. It was probably as far away as can be.

She had so many fond memories of her childhood on the reef. Going out and swimming in it, listening to the waves lap at it at night to help her sleep, the friends that she used to play with, her mother, Glacia and Galene who both frightened her greatly, Soul who had protected her all of these years without her consciously knowing…

Had she really not known he was there? No, she knew he had been - she had seen him so many times, keeping his distance. But she had never really thought it was him, just a ghost of the past. She had yearned to talk to him, but knew that she wouldn't be able to. He would just disappear like mist as the day rolls on, leaving her alone to question if she had really seen him or not.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, not of Soul in general, but of all thoughts of the reef. Her life had revolved around it, she had never been quite able to escape it. And here she was, now, so far away and free of its hold on her.

Yet, she longed to see it again. So many memories...

All of those memories about to be destroyed. Shattered by the woman standing in front of her. That vile woman. What was her name again? Maka couldn't remember.

The woman's malicious smirk crinkled the edges of her eyes that were so serpent-like, it was frightening. Her posture was so relaxed, so languid, Maka was reminded of a cobra or an asp.

If she hadn't been so weak from whatever drug that had been forced upon her or bound by the metal chains that burned her flesh, she would have tried to attack.

She winced looking down. The metal cut and burned the skin it covered. Her wrists stung not only from the chains, but also the salt water that encased her whole body.

She frowned. Salt water...?

She looked down at her legs and found what she had expected, the glimmer of green scales in blue lighting that rose up from a the bottom of the tank that was encasing her.

Indeed, she was in salt water. Only salt water could forcibly change her. It was a defense reaction that her body had when she was ever rendered unconscious. This was one of the many times that she wished that she was a full-blood and not some half-blood, that her body would react simply by adding gills under the hairline of her neck.

"Well," the woman outside of the tank said, "it is good to see you awake. You're mind is fully active now, according to our machines. You are definitely one in a million, you know that? It took us years to track you down. Your mother planted more red herrings than hairs on your head, just to save you. Miss. Albarn, you have information I want and need. Will you let me get it the easy way or the hard way?"

Well, like it? This is only the beginning.

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I'm adding an annotated version of this fic to my dA, so if you want to read that just check it out at any given time. I'll be working on the annotations as I update and edit. Why? Because I can, that's why. And it'll be full of fun facts. (Not this one so much.) And they might have some spoilers. Just a warning.

I'll let you guys go for the time being.

Posted: Wednesday, July 31, 2013. 11.37 PM