A tale worn down by time
“Grandpa? Why is my name Jiro?“ Young Jiro asked his frail old grandfather.
“Come sit Jiro, I will tell you the old tale of Jiro the siren.“ Grandpa said.
Jiro sat in front of Grandpa and looked up at him, waiting to be amazed by this old tale.
“Once upon a time, in a port off the coast of a small island..“
The details Grandpa gave seemed to create an image, like a flashback. Young Jiro seemed to drift off into the story.
“Come on Jiro!” A voice called.
“I’m coming Hiro! Calm down!” Jiro called behind him, turning to look at his twin Hiro before swimming towards him. Jiro was a Siren. He had pale skin; untouched by the sun. His naturally ocean blue hair flowed down past his shoulders. His tail was white with black and orange spots here and there. His twin, Hiro, was the same except Hiro had blue eyes and Jiro had green eyes.
“You finally caught up! Cmon’ lets go get someone to eat.” Hiro said as he swam towards the shore. Hiro transformed into his human form and led a young girl to her death, and his dinner. Jiro was next. He hated this part of his life. But, it had to be done. He transformed and spotted a man. About his age, tall, short brown hair and beautiful amber eyes. Jiro stopped in his tracks. ‘This guy is gorgeous!’ Jiro thought.
“Hi there!” Jiro said walking up to the man. When he transformed he always had on a white tank top with black shorts and a red hoodie around his waist.
“Oh, hi.” Said the man, his voice was deep and easy to get lost in.
“You looked lonely, you want company?” Jiro asked.
“Sure, company would be nice.” He said.
“I’m Jiro!”
“Fredrick.”
‘Fredrick.’ Jiro thought. ‘That’s beautiful.’
“I like your name!” Jiro complemented.
“Thanks. I like your hair.” Fredrick pointed at Jiro’s hair. Jiro just smiled. They talked for hours on end. All while Hiro spied from behind a rock, planning this man’s death for taking his brother.
“Well, I’ve gotta go.” Fredrick said.
“Aw.. same time same place tomorrow?” Jiro asked.
“Yeah, see you Jiro!”
“See you!!”
