Tainted Ariel

Ariel's POV

These past few weeks have been hectic, packing up to move to a foreign country, where I know no one but a black agent who somehow was able to land me a job as an English language teacher at Exodium Private School in Seoul, Korea.

Thanks to the financial help I received from my mothers I was able to rent an apartment in a place I presume was close to the school, rather so was I told by my agent and I hope I'm not being scammed.

Oh I've yet to introduce myself

Hi, I'm Harrison Ariel, Yes, Ariel is like the little mermaid and no I'm not a redhead or a creature with half a fishtail and half a human body that would be ridiculous though my mum would say otherwise, anyway I'm fully human.

While my mum was expecting me, she went down memory lane of when she was younger and longed to be Ariel, the little mermaid, except she wanted to save a princess, not a prince, and explore the world with said Princess. With that in mind, she chose to name me Ariel, crazy, yet Mama seemed to welcome every single one of her crazy thoughts or deeds.

I've always wanted to experience their kind of love, unconditional, passionate, sweet, trouble-filled yet strong but as I've learned not everyone is built for love.

I'm twenty-two years old, born on the 13th of June, a Gemini, never really understood the concept of the Zodiac sign but oh well.

As cool as it is to have two mums, I've been avoided because of it or because my sexuality had been assumed by many but I'm not Queer. Though I find fellow shared gender mates extremely attractive I've never once had a sexual thought about them so that kind of confirmed it.

Now back to the job at hand,

Looking down at my packed luggage and the ones waiting to be arranged I signed through my nose, I shouldn't have procrastinated on packing up until now, I'm going to be a teacher in one of the best private schools ( if not the best) in Korea, shouldn't I lead by example?.

I've got to give it my best

"You're done?"

I watched as Mama walked into my room, her ginger red hair held into a bun on her head, she looked tired, oh and did I mention my Mama was white, I also didn't mention being black, my birth mum is half Nigerian half Egyptian who married an English woman.

I've always thought my mum's first love should have been Ariel, it's either that or she adored her so much, because why would she marry a redhead woman or name her child after Ariel but why should I care, Mama is the one who bears most of her weirdness.

"No, I have no idea where to start" I sighed flopping my body on the ever so soft mattress, grabbing my stuffed Tiger, Snow, I'm going to miss him or her I don't know

I never give it a gender.

Smiling Mama lay next to me, left elbow supporting her head as she pushed some stray jet-black hair off my face and gently tucked it behind my ear.

"You've already started, my little mermaid, you just need to finish it" she pointed out gesturing to my packed luggage

"I know, just lazy" I sighed once again holding Snow with my right hand over my stomach and then palming Mama's hand on my cheek with my left

"Silly girl, this is why your mum doesn't want you to go so far away from us, you're still a baby"

" I'm twenty-two, ma" I countered pouting

"Exactly, still a baby" she grinned, satisfied with herself

"Our baby" she added

She had her ever-loving signature smile on her face, one I've grown to love, she might not show it as much as Mum but she's just as stressed out and reluctant as Mum is when it comes to letting me go but I have to, I have never felt so burdened to do something as I feel now.

Don't get me wrong, I love them and it would be hell without them with me after all, living with them for all twenty-two years of my life it would be hard to just move out, and I'm not just moving out I'm leaving the fucking country.

It's just like I've got to go, explore, and satisfy my curiosity, I don't know why but there's a tugging feeling, calling out to me, something out there calling me to come, and even if hell breaks loose, I'd still go find it.

" I'm going," I said quietly, afraid to hurt her feelings even though I knew I already did

I hurt both of them for something I've yet to know

" I know" she responded just as quietly as I was. Moving closer to me, she placed her forehead on mine an act we've done countless times over the years of my existence, mum gave birth to me but a world without Mama, I don't want to imagine it.

I closed my eyes as she did enjoying the silence while it reigned, dwelling in Mama's presence, I'm going to miss her, I already miss her.

I opened my eyes to see bright blue orbs staring down at me, tear-filled, as she wiped mine

I released a sob I had no idea I was holding back, letting myself let it all out in the woman I adored the most arms.

We spent about ten minutes relishing each other embrace, and eventually, Mama pulled away, slipping stray strands of hair away from my face, and tucking them behind my right ear.

I gave her a cheeky smile, one she returned with no hesitance. Spilling out of my hold, she got up on her with a grunt, staring down at the mess I made. She shook her head and proceeded to undo the mess in the luggage, I joined in and she directed me on what to do, and after about two hours three pieces of luggage stood tall in the center of my room.