*sign* ok…characters of Finding Nemo are obviously copyrighted to Disney
& Pixar Studio, heh. The only thing I own is the lame story line and
the scene arts (if I draw any) to this fanfic….. simple? ~_’
Author's Note: Yes, I know, and before you
say anything….it’s probably been written before and there are probably
TONS of fanfics like this…..oooooorrrrr am I trying to fool you? *grins*
Well, it’s been awhile and I couldn’t resist. I just HAD to write this fanfic!
The inspiration is credited to all Mario, Finding Nemo and other fanfics
I read. ^________^ *waves to Robin and Jes*
By the way, I’ll also post this on the Finding Nemo board. Now I really
do hope, no one has written this yet. Cause I stayed up all night to get
this right. >_<
Chapter 1: Get Out of My Life!
The sun light above the ocean water shone brightly into the
depths of the beautiful Australian coral reefs. An all too familiar regal
blue tang leisurely swam by a drop-off. As horrible as her memory was,
for some particular reason she could remember things much better when she
was near a certain clownfish. She was headed toward Marlin and Nemo’s anemone,
because today was the day they would leave for the “beach”, an exotic spot
for the perfect summer vacation. She smiled at the thought of Marlin. He
was such a funny fish to be around with, although he was quite unfunny for
a clownfish. Still, she couldn’t help but grow a liking to him.
“Just keep on swimming, swimming, swimming….,” Dory sang in
her usual cheerful voice. ”Oh what do we do? We just keep on swimming...”
A school of young fish swam past her, feverishly shouting with joy.
“YAY! SCHOOL’S OUT!!!”
“I’M GONNA GO—“
“Whoo….fishies..!!” she paused, watching the school-free fish until
they were out of her sight. Then, she pressed her fins against her head,
as if she was thinking very hard. ”I have this feeling I am supposed to
be somewhere….hmmm…” Dory shrugged it off and continued swimming.
She swam aimlessly for some time, singing, until she happened to pass
by her friend’s home. “Hey! I’ll just drop by Marlin for a visit!” she
smiled and happily swam toward the anemone. “HEY MARLIN!” she greeted.
But her smile was soon replaced with a frown, because what she saw before
her was something she’d never thought to see.
“Dad! What are you doing?!” a young voice pleaded. The petite figure
of Nemo swam hurryingly out of the anemone. Nemo turned around and looked
at him, thinking how this couldn’t be happening.
“Get out! NOW!!” a deeper voice, which Dory immediately recognized,
boomed.” I don’t want to see you here!!”
“Marlin?!” She asked more to herself than to him. She swam closer
to the poisonous home of her dear friend, but kept a distance from what
appeared to be a “family fight.”
Nemo’s “lucky-fin”, his handicapped right fin which he paid for his
life before his birth, fluttered with high speed and so was this feeling
that floated in his stomach. He blankly stared at his father in disbelief.
He floated there in the open outside of his home, confused, and simply frozen
out of shock. “Dad?” Nemo repeated with hurt and fragileness in his voice.
“I said! LEAVE!!” Marlin shouted clearly exasperated by the fact that
Nemo was still there. Seeing how Nemo didn’t move from his spot, Marlin
swam back into the anemone, giving his son one last glare. A threatening
look Nemo read as, “Don’t you dare come back in!!”
Dory quickly swam up to Nemo and held him in her fins, because his
tears were already flowing free from his eyes. “There…there,” she carefully
brushed her fins over the small clownfish. “It’s alright,” she whispered.
Nemo gripped Dory like there was no tomorrow, how could he not?! His father
had just kicked him out of his home! Sure, something must’ve happened to
make Marlin this mad. But even then, even if Nemo had done something unforgivable,
he would never have gone this far as to set out his only son! Whether if
this fish was an adult or still a child. “I’m gonna talk to your Dad, okay?
You go and stay with Gill.” Dory released Nemo and gave him an assuring smile.
He sniffed like a child normally did. “It’ll be okay.” Dory said once again
and swam in front of the poisonous anemone.
‘That’s….strange….Marlin would never do such a cruel thing to anybody,
much less to his own and only son.’ She told herself, ‘….never…,’ she awaited
her friend to come out. “Marlin? Marlin, it’s me..…Dory” she added, hoping
he would answer.
The clownfish came out of the anemone and upon seeing Dory’s face
his own face showed a sign of surprise, but then became firmly strict.
“What do YOU want?” Marlin questioned her like she didn’t know him, like
she was a wanderer of nuisance. He seemed annoyed by her presence, but
Dory shrugged off the weary feeling and dared to ask.
“What.….I mean….did Nemo—?“
“Dory….” he began while looking at her.
“Ye-yes?” she replied a little shaky. Marlin waited for a while, thinking
what to say. “I’m glad you suffer from short-term memory,” He threw an
acid look, “because right now, it would’ve been better for you to not have
come here in the first place.”
‘Huh? What?’ were the words that rushed through Dory’s mind. “Marlin…..y-you…..what
“Listen. I don’t know you! And I don’t plan on seeing someone who
can’t even remember to stick to her own kind!” Those words struck her
like a lethal harpoon.
“What about--,” she remembered instantly,” Nemo? What about Nemo?”
“Stay out of that!! That has nothing to do with a forgetful fish like
you! “ he retorted.
Speechless….Dory was just as wordless as Nemo was a moment ago. Had
these words come out of his mouth? Did Marlin say he didn’t care about
Nemo? Did he tell her he doesn’t want to see her anymore? Did he just cut
her out of his life?
“Honey? Who’s there?” Dory’s trance was broken by the voice of another
female coming from behind the anemone’s tentacles.
“Oh? Who’s that?” the same voice asked in a way like she didn’t even
want to know who it was. Her “question” made Dory sound unimportant. Dory
looked up and saw an unfamiliar clownfish swimming up to Marlin. She was
awfully close to him…..a little too close to him to Dory’s liking.
“Wh-who’s this, Marl--?”
“Marlin-dear, I think you shouldn’t be flirting with other females,
especially when they aren’t even the same species.” She teased him with
her tail, obviously making Dory feel left out and maybe even jealous…
“Well, who is she?” the female clownfish asked, awaiting an answer.
After a moment of silence Marlin idly mumbled, “Nobody. Just a fish
who helped me find—,” Marlin stopped before finishing, ”just….someone
I used to know..“ and began swimming back into his anemone.
The female clownfish and Dory watched him leave. ‘Is this all I am
to you, Marlin?’ Dory thought, ‘Just a fish?! Just a tang, who stayed with
you---all the way on your journey to Sydney to rescue your son?!?’
“Are you sure, you don’t seem very convincing to me, Marlin-dear.’
The female wailed, not believing him and swam after him.
“I don’t know her.” He replied coldly and didn’t even bother looking
back at Dory before he disappeared into the anemone.
Dory was floating there alone in the open reef of the ocean. Her expression
was like that of a lost child within a dense forest. She didn’t know what
is going on and before she knew, tears streamed out of her heart-broken
eyes. She didn’t know why. She didn’t even realize her fin touched her cheek
until she felt a tear drop on it.
Every memory she could still grasp was slowly fading away. It was
an all too familiar, yet hatful habit. But she knew one thing for certain.
Something dearly close to her had just collapsed within her. What was it?
What could it possibly be?! “Wha-?“ She can’t remember?! Dory stared at
her fins, then to her body, then at her surroundings and then back to
her fins…”Where---where am I?” she blankly mumbled to no one. She couldn’t
hold it anymore. She swam off to who-knew where. It didn’t matter to her.
She just wanted to get away from there…..away from him…..
When the sun finally set and the night was high, his face poked out
of his home and emotionlessly starred into the open ocean. A wave of grieving
guilt washed over him “I can’t bear it…..” he whispered to no one but to
the empty waters of the Great Barrier Reef.
“I just can’t... .....Coral…..”