Team Chocomint here!! Our ship is Nagisa (Clannad) x Misuzu (AIR) Hope you guys enjoy!!
Nagisa x Misuzu???
One dazzling summer day, Kamio Misuzu found a body at the beach.
This wasn’t an uncommon sight for Misuzu. She had encountered bodies at the beach before, one who had become her dearest friend in life, so she did not feel even slightly disturbed at this scene. She was more curious than perturbed.
The body was lying face down on the sand. She seemed to be a girl, judging by her uniform and skirt, and she was a brunette too! She rather liked her hair. It was shaped funny and had an antenna growing out of her head. She hadn’t seen anything like it before.
Misuzu poked the girl. She twitched a little and she sighed in relief. She was still alive, thank goodness. She remembered the times she found Yukito half-dead lying on the same beach. It definitely changed her life so she was ecstatic to find a new friend lying half-dead as well. Misuzu pressed her palms together and whispered, “Thank you Beach Goddess.” The beach had blessed her with a new friend. She was a lucky one, she thought, and wondered if this was how people usually made friends as she did not have plenty.
After thanking the Beach Goddess, she shook the lying girl awake. The girl moaned but it looked like she wasn’t going to lift her face from the ground, and Misuzu worried that she’d choke on sand or something. So, with what little strength she had, she rolled the girl on her back.
“Ah, cute,” she hummed, admiring the unconscious girl’s soft face. She proceeded to lightly tap her nose, and when she still did not wake up, she pinched her cheeks with her fingers.
“Wawawawawa!” the strange girl cried, wailing her arms around. Misuzu was reminded of one time when she found a breathless fish at the shore and entertained the idea that this stranger might be a mermaid. She was pretty and pale and she looked like she needed water. Perhaps she should toss her back to the sea so she could return to the Beach Goddess.
She was heavily considering this idea when the girl looked at her. She was mesmerized by her huge eyes. It wasn’t very different from hers and for a moment, she thought she was looking at a mirror.
Nagisa was very confused. The last thing she could remember was walking to school and the next minute, she was in this strange hot land with a strange girl peering at her too close for comfort.
“Anpan,” she whispered when she couldn’t take it anymore. She was getting scared.
Misuzu understood. “So your name is Anpan.”
“N-no,” said Nagisa, blushing.
Misuzu frowned. “So you’re an anpan.”
“N-no!” she cried. “Um, where am I?”
“At the beach,” the girl replied.
The brunette glanced around, as if making sure. “I see.”
“What are you?”
“I see,” said Misuzu suspiciously. “I was about to toss you to the sea.”
“W-what?!” Nagisa cried, waving her arms around. “Who are you?!”
Misuzu seemed to think about this for a moment. “My mom told me not to talk to strangers.”
“Ah, I understand,” said Nagisa, bowing her head. “I apologize.”
“It’s okay. Do you want something to drink?”
Nagisa said yes, she wanted a drink, please.
Misuzu quickly ran to the vending machine, but not before tripping to the ground for no apparent reason, bought two boxes of juice, ran back and then tripped again. Nagisa watched this in quiet fascination and somewhat shared a deep kinship with this strange girl.
‘I think I can trust this person,’ she thought, watching Misuzu stand up only to trip again.
When Misuzu finally returned, her face and uniform were dirty and she was out of breath. Nagisa thanked her for the drink and apologized for the trouble she caused.
Misuzu ignored this. She was more interested on seeing the girl drink her favorite juice. She wondered if she would like it.
When Nagisa took a sip, she felt her skin crawl and her spine tingling.
She hadn’t tasted anything like this in her life before.
How did such a drink exist?
Was she really on earth?
“This tastes good!” cried Nagisa, sipping for more. Her sad eyes brightened and her pale face had slightly colored. She hummed a strange tune too which Misuzu would later learn was the Dango Family song.
By the time she finished the rest of the juice, Misuzu decided that she could trust this person and introduced herself.
“I’m Kamio Misuzu,” she said.
“I’m Furukawa Nagisa,” said the brunette.
“I’m going to bring you home,” said Misuzu.
“Eh?” said Nagisa.
Nagisa and Misuzu grew to know each other better as the days passed by. Misuzu learned that Nagisa liked acting, like those puppets Yukito (who had disappeared from town all of a sudden) did in his gigs. She told her the story about the last girl on earth, or something like that. It was a sad story and Misuzu cried over it.
Nagisa also loved dangos, especially those with eyes on them, which Misuzu found interesting. She drew plenty of these thriving dangos and even made tiny clay figures of the cute creatures. Misuzu couldn’t help but adore them too, but not as much as she adored dinosaurs. Her dinosaurs adored the dangos as well and ate them.
Nagisa basically became Misuzu’s bestfriend and housemate. Haruko promised to help her find her parents but thought it best to let her stay in her house for a while until she got back her strength. She discovered that she was a sickly girl just like her and found themselves bonding over their fragile bodies and curious health problems (“What’s your medical ailment?” “I don’t know. What about yours?” “Me too! I’m not sure either”).
She rather liked holding Nagisa’s hand a lot. She also liked the color of her hair, which reminded her of the autumn leaves she would see in picture books.
Unlike her, Nagisa enjoyed cleaning the house. In short time, she finished all the chores that took both her and Haruko a week to accomplish. Haruko was so impressed that she gave her her bottle of alcohol which Nagisa had politely declined.
Whenever Misuzu was sick, Nagisa sang her the dango family song. It was a strange tune that soothed her to sleep and Misuzu was almost certain that Nagisa was indeed a mermaid who gained legs despite saying she was not.
“Mermaids don’t sing the dango family song, ya know,” said Haruko when she told her her suspicions that Nagisa was a sea creature.
“What do mermaids sing?”
Haruko reflected on this for a minute. “Something from Queen probably.”
Misuzu ignored this.
One night, it was Nagisa’s turn to be sick. She lied on the bed, hot and tired and Misuzu was irritated that she couldn’t help her like she did when she was sick. She tried cooking something special for her, some soup and egg would do. It only involved heating up water and pouring a powdered packet on it, then a single egg as a finishing touch as Nagisa would do. She ended up doing everything in reverse and spilled all the soup on the floor. Haruko yelled at her and she did not attempt a second try.
Nagisa noticed Misuzu’s depressed face. She had been watching over Nagisa during nighttime in her room, bringing her little gifts from the beach as well as stories and sweets.
“You look sad Misuzu-chan,” said Nagisa, her voice almost a whisper. “Is something wrong?”
“Gao!” wailed Misuzu. She hated seeing Nagisa weak and feeble. She was her bestfriend and she hated seeing her friends hurting.
Nagisa smiled gently and held Misuzu’s hand. She started humming. Misuzu raised her bowed head and sang the dango family with her, her voice quivering a bit.
“Are you sure you’re not a mermaid?” asked Misuzu when they finished their song.
Nagisa smiled. “Perhaps I am. Maybe I just forgot. It would be nice if I was a mermaid.” She would have been quite strong and more reliable.
Misuzu’s face brightened. “Oh, I’ve read all about the Little Mermaid since you got here. Maybe you’d remember if I told you the story. It’s kind of sad though.”
Misuzu told Nagisa the tale of the Little Mermaid and by the time she finished, Nagisa was crying, which made Misuzu cry and not too long, both of them were wailing like children that Haruko had to knock on the door and politely beg them to shut up.
“Please. Shut up. I beg you,” said Haruko.
The girls shut up.
“But the Little Mermaid wouldn’t have turned into sea foam if the prince had kissed her,” said Misuzu thoughtfully and she was struck with a wonderful idea.
She said. “I think you’re turning into a sea foam.”
Nagisa tilted her head. She did not feel foamy at all. “Eh?”
“This is why you’re so sick. Your body is turning into sea foam because the prince still has not kissed you.”
Misuzu clamped Nagisa’s shoulders with her hands and because Nagisa was as weak as a twig, she fell backwards to her bed, Misuzu hovering over her as if she was about to attack her.
Misuzu looked at her. She was blushing. They were both blushing. Nagisa could hear her heart pounding. Her ears had become too hot as well.
Everything seemed loud.
Too warm and too loud and still, Misuzu looked at her with a serious expression.
Misuzu’s eyes were big and bright, her lips looked softer up close, and she wanted to tuck her long, golden locks behind her ear. At that tender moment, she thought that Misuzu was a prince and she was beautiful. Nagisa closed her eyes, waiting for the kiss that would heal her.
She felt a warm spot on her nose.
Misuzu sat back on her chair and observed Nagisa, expecting her to erupt into a magnificent fish. Nagisa tapped her nose, her face still red. “Eh…?” she croaked.
Misuzu slowly started clapping her hands.
Clap clap clap.
Nagisa was very confused but she clapped along as well.
Clap clap clap.
Haruko yelled at the two of them to go to sleep.
Atleast she did not turn into sea foam.
Meanwhile, Tomoya finds a half-dead body on his way to school. He ignores it.