By
Akuma-chan
The lake was quiet and peaceful, as always. The lazy summer day was drawing to a close. Mosquitoes whined, and birds sang idly. The sounds of children laughing and playing drifted on the breeze, sounding far away.
Two fisherman sat in a small row boat. Both wore jeans and sweaters, along with multi-pocketed vests and battered fishing hats. Both also had long, straight hair. In the growing shadows, one's seemed silvery white, and the other's seemed very dark.
The light-haired one cast out his lure one more time. The dark-haired one rolled up his line and stowed the pole away. "I don't understand," he confessed. "Aren't we supposed to help them?"
"They don't need our help right now," the light-haired one replied. "It's better for them right now if they don't know either of us is alive."
"I don't understand that, either. I thought I was dead."
"You were," the light-haired fisherman said as he reeled his line in, fighting with the fish on the end. "My, this one's strong! Five pounds, at least!"
"Unless it's another sunny," his companion said dryly. "You were saying?"
"I don't think it's a sunny. Yes. You were dead, as I said. You were given a new body by the gods. These ones trust me more than you, but the next bunch will never know me; you will be their mentor."
"But you'll still be around, won't you?"
"Ah! Told you it wasn't a sunny," the light-haired man said triumphantly. He held up a six-pound trout. "Trout." He worked the hook out of the fish's mouth. "Of course I'll still be here. I've been fishing this lake for as long as I can remember. I'll stay as long as you need me."
"Thank you, Kaosu."
"Certainly, Anubis. It's getting late; we'd better head in." Kaosu paused. "That's another reason to stay hidden for now."
"Because Cye would undoubtedly have a heart attack if he knew we spent all day, every day fishing?" Anubis replied, a smile in his voice.
"He's a sensitive soul. Do you have all the seasoning you need? I could always drive into town and get some more."
"No, Kaosu, I have enough. Isn't it your turn to cook tonight, though?"
"You have a touch with trout I lack."
"Of course," Anubis said dryly. He bent his back to rowing as his friend packed away the trout and his rod.