For a prompt, I would love to see some Kija-Nii and Baby Bro Shin-ah interaction. Maybe they go on a misadventure hunting or fishing or something.
Kija tapped his hand against his leg, nervous. With his
first attempt talking with Shin-ah didn’t do so well, he was uncertain of how
to approach the shy boy. He wanted to take care of him, show them that they
were brothers in arms and to show him so much more of the world outside of his
“Not that you have that sort of experience,” he
muttered to himself. He wasn’t sure he was the best one for his little plan,
but he had watched as Yun had taught the princess how to fish (the princess,
fishing! She shouldn’t have to do such menial tasks) and he thought perhaps,
maybe—he could do something of the sort with Shin-ah.
Still, he was the older brother it was his duty to care for
him. Such a misguided soul, who didn’t even know who the dragons were. Locked
away.. made to feel ashamed—it was terrible. While he didn’t like the mud or
the bugs or anything else really in the outdoors, he could prove himself. He
edged closer to Shin-ah, watching the boy feed something to his little
“Ho… how did you get the name Ao?” Kija asked
softly, as to not startle him, but Shin-ah was already looking up at him as he approached.
He had very good senses, not just his eyesight. Shin-ah petted Ao, who
scrambled up into the fur that he wore.
“He was… someone special,” Shin-ah whispered. He
looked down again, fingers tightening against the ground and Kija wanted to
kick himself. This was not how it was supposed to go.
“I… oh—well, that’s good,” Kija forced his voice
to be bright. “Shin-ah—have you ever gone fishing—other than diving into
the water?” Kija shifted from one foot to another. The last thing he
wanted was Shin-ah running away again and getting cold from trying to appease
Shin-ah stood up and pointed towards the east. “River
is there,” he said softly. He tilted his head , waiting for Kija’s next
Kija took a deep breath. “Would you like to learn how
to fish?” he asked. “I… I learned from Yun when he taught Yona—”
he smiled brightly. “And wouldn’t it be wonderful to be able to bring
fresh fish to the princess so that she doesn’t have to work herself to get
Shin-ah hesitated and then nodded slowly, a blush faintly
visible beneath the mask. Kija beamed. He found the one thing that he could
relate to Shin-ah on; a desire to protect Yona at all costs, their master.
Maybe he could ever talk to him about what it meant. Yona didn’t seem to really
have a clue and Shin-ah should know.
“Then good! Let us go and bring back something for a
delicious meal!” Shin-ah let Kija bounce along ahead of him, but pulling
bits of sticks and vines. Once they got near the riverbank, he squatted down
and fished among the mud, holding up several worms. “For the fish,”
Kija took a deep breath, feeling the blood drain from his
face at the sight of the wiggling creatures. He staggered backwards. He could
be brave for Yona and he had to set a good example for Shin-ah, for his younger
brother. He squeezed his eyes shut when Shin-ah handed him a branch, cleverly
strung with vines and a worm dangling at the end.
“You… you’re quite good at this already, Shin-ah,”
Kija said in surprise.
Shin-ah shook his head. “Watched before,” he said.
He patted the ground next to him. Kija eyed the mud and the worms with extreme
misgivings and sat down gingerly, his skin crawling the entire time at the
thought there were so many creatures around him that had no business interfering
with this moment.
Kija took a deep breath and dangled his line over the water,
letting it drift. This wasn’t so bad. Not so bad at all… when something dropped
from the trees and onto his head, he lost all pretense of calm, screamed and
backpedaled and fell into the water, sending up a tremendous splash.
It was not long later that Yun found the both of them, wet
and shivering on the bank, several fish beside them at least for their troubles
and Ao happily eating one of the spiders that had sent Kija into a frenzy.
Kija sighed. This time did not turn out as he planned, but
there was always another. Shin-ah patted his shoulder and he could have sworn
he saw a hint of a smile.
In the month of May when all leaves open, I see when I walk how well all things lean on each other, how the bees work, the fish make their living the first day. Monarchs fly high; then I understand I love you with what in me is unfinished.
I love you with what in me is still changing, what has no head or arms or legs, what has not found its body. And why shouldn’t the miraculous, caught on this earth, visit the old man alone in his hut?
And why shouldn’t Gabriel, who loves honey, be fed with our own radishes and walnuts? And lovers, tough ones, how many there are whose holy bodies are not yet born. Along the roads, I see so many places I would like us to spend the night.
everyone on this website proper bums off aliens but then always say shit about how they hate deep-sea fish, like, what are you gonna do if we find aliens and they look like deep-sea fish huh??? what then?? you gonna stop carin about aliens suddenly?? beggars cant be choosers dude
First fish ever? Who's your oldest fish and how old are they?
First fish ever would’ve been the goldfish when I was just a kid. I must’ve been… I don’t know… 10? so, naturally, that was a time well before Tumblr and even when search engines were kinda just becoming a thing… and the fish weren’t cared for at all, RIP. The four I remember most were Blossom, Daisy, Mayflower, and Jeff. (I just realized how amusing the naming scheme was.)
Then again, when I was 20, I tried my hand at fish while in college. I was very ignorant and, again, goldfish suffered because of it (and I still feel wretched to this day; I’m so sorry, babies).
Then, when I was 22, I got my first betta, Yukio. I actually finally did some research for the guy but nowhere near as much as I should’ve. I had this guy just a year before Tumblr was a thing.
Now, at 29, no fish or any other kind of pet will ever suffer again because of my ignorance. I make it my personal mission to thoroughly do my research in every area of pet care for every kind of pet I have/will have/will never even have. I’ve devoted thousands of hours alone reading up on fish care in particular (and putting it to practice, of course) to make sure I do my very best.
We all make mistakes, and god knows I’ve made many that I will always feel guilty for, but the key is to listen, learn, and keep growing. If you make a mistake because you honestly didn’t know, I am more than happy to work with you if you’re really passionate about improving. If you’re just plain neglectful and cruel, then I have to save my strength and choose my battles.
ANYWAY, the longest living fish I’ve had so far was Ianto, a red veiltail that lived to be 2 ½-years old. He was the face of the blog and the oldest fish yet.
I was on the balcony over the hotel pool when I noticed this man quietly sitting on a cooler with a fishing rod, his Magikarp haul on the table beside him. He was there for at least ten minutes after I first saw him and who knows how long before that, just fishing while people swam around. The last I saw of him he was talking with a woman who had a few other Pokemon plushes, and then he placidly packed all the Magikarp up in his cooler and towed it away.