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Shra’van instructed everyone to leave
Jasmine alone, including Ta’noj. He explained that she needed time to herself
to adjust to her new surroundings. As usual, Su’tara ignored her brother's
instructions and visited Jasmine often.
Jasmine chose to stay in her room the
majority of the time. Occasionally, she
wandered off to one of the observation rooms to gaze quietly into the
star-studded blackness. More than once, she found herself sleeping on the
comfortable pillows strewn around the room. Several times, she awoke wondering
how she had returned to her room and Su’tara finally told her that Shra’van had
carried her back on those occasions. He was afraid her back might begin to hurt
if she slept on the pillows too long.
One evening, Jasmine sat on the banister
as she looked off into space. She touched her stomach affectionately, when the
baby started to kick. “I’ll see you soon won’t I?” she said softly as she
talked to her baby. She looked down at her stomach. “I will love you no matter
what you look like. As long as you don’t have your father’s temper.” She
quickly looked up when she heard a snicker. “Hello.”
“How are you, Jasmine?” Ta’noj questioned
as he walked closer to his second mate. He had not seen her since the incident
in the sparring hall, and that had been over a week ago. Staying away had been hard, but he understood
Shra'van's point. Jasmine had been
through a great deal, and most of it was because of him.
“Your brother has been taking good care
of me,” she looked at him an expression of obvious hurt before turning away.
“Have you forgotten about me, Ta'noj?”
“I think of you every minute of
everyday,” he admitted, turning her around so she could face him.
“I told you I never wanted to see that
side of you again,” Jasmine bit her lip. “But Shra’van tried to explain your
behavior it to me. Yautjas are all so territorial.”
“If you touch anything that belongs to
another without permission, you can die,” he growled. “That goes for mates as
well.”
“He didn’t touch me…”
“I do not care,” he growled, as his
mandibles twitched at the thought. Jasmine touched his clinched fist.
“Su’tara told me you are a trainer now,”
she smiled, changing the subject. “She’s nice, in a blunt sort of way.”
“She tends to tell you exactly how she feels,”
he nodded. Ta’noj touched her face before caressing her cheek with his. He
purred softly as his hand slowly trailed down her back. Jasmine closed her eyes
as he purred softly against her neck.
“I am thankful that you have a friendly
family, because I feel abandoned by you,” she spoke softly. Jasmine put her
hands on his warm chest and pushed him away. She walked to her room slowly. “If
it were not for Aa’hana officially making my room hers, I would feel very alone
at night.”
“Jasmine, my feelings for you have not
changed. I have longed for your presence
more than you can know. But I have not
seen my children or my mate in at least fifty years,” he tried to explain.
“I know,” when she turned around, he was
standing so close to her she could feel the warmth radiating from his body.
“But right now, I’m thinking about myself. I can be selfish sometimes.”
“You are young,” he sighed. “It is
expected.” He noticed that since his absence, her stomach had grown
significantly. He remembered how attractive Kavi’ta was when she was pregnant
and groaned softly.
“How are your children adjusting to your
return?”
“Fairly well,” he nodded. “They
understand me and know I am not evil as others may think. My older son is still
not talking to me.” He noticed she looked a little tired. “You rest, and I will
check on you soon.” Jasmine agreed and
laid down wearily.
She thought of Ta’noj and Kavi’ta
together. She remembered how his first mate's eyes looked. They were like hers.
Jasmine wished she had been implanted with the latest genetics her friend on
earth had told her about, years ago. She could have changed her eyes to a color
different from Kavi'ta's. Then, she
would not be feeling like a temporary replacement. Shra’van made her feel
welcome. He actually laughed at a few of her ideas. Jasmine thought her moving
walkway idea was perfect. As usual, Shra'van just shook his head before walking
away.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Su’tara questioned as she regarded the anxious female at her side.
She nodded resolutely as they walked into
Jasmine’s room.
“You have been allowing Aa’hana to play
with your hair again,” Su’tara laughed as Jasmine sat up. Jasmine had braids
adorned with beads all over her head.
“Yes, she was telling me about her latest
adventures,” Jasmine said hesitantly as she stared at Kavi’ta. “Hello,” Jasmine
said in Yautja.
“I did not know you could speak our
language,” Kavi’ta said as she sat next to her.
Jasmine looked over at Su’tara. “She
cannot, Kavi’ta,” Su’tara purred softly as she held Jasmine’s hand. “She knows
a few basic words like the ones you know in English. They learn slowly. You
will know how to speak her language far quicker than her learning Yautja.”
“Oh,” Kavi’ta nodded as she stared at
Jasmine. “Well, inform her that I have no ill feelings about her being Ta’noj’s
second mate. Any female who can make my mate happy and help him have a peaceful
mind is more than welcome in our family. Also, let her know that she will be
coming to our quarters today. She does not have to live here.” Kavi’ta looked
over at Su’tara. “Well?”
“Shit,” Su’tara mumbled, “This is going
to be a long day.”
“Why will it be a long day?” Jasmine
questioned. “Su'tara, please let her know that if I offended her in any way,
I’m sorry. And her eyes are beautiful.
Are hers genetically enhanced too, or is that their actual color? Also,
let her know that I do not mind staying here with Shra’van while she and Ta’noj
make up for lost time. Although it does
bother me that he’s having sex with someone else, I’ll get over it. Wait, don’t
tell her that part! I don’t want her to think I’m jealous or anything.” Jasmine
shrugged her shoulders.
“Both of you talk too damn much,” Su’tara
growled as she stalked out of the room. They both called after her at the same
time before the door closed. Kavi’ta looked away nervously for a moment before
looking back at Jasmine. They both sighed at the awkward situation.
“I haven’t played hand gesture games
since I had my last child,” Kavi’ta mumbled.
“I do not understand you,” Jasmine spoke
softly. “Maybe we should play charades or something.”
“I know, you do not understand me,”
Kavi’ta sighed. She turned to Jasmine and growled angrily before placing her
hand on her chest and shaking her head no.
Jasmine smiled. “I understand. You are
not angry with me,” she laughed. Jasmine nodded to acknowledge the fact that
she understood her.
“Shit, this will take far too long,”
Kavi’ta stood up and went to the dresser. She started to remove Jasmines
clothes.
Jasmine stood up and watched her. Kavi’ta
shook Jasmine's shoulder softly to show she meant no harm as she finished
packing Jasmines things. She turned to look at the confused female before she
gestured for her to follow. When Jasmine stepped outside of Shra'van's
quarters, she looked around for the guards before following Kavi’ta. Every time
they turned down another corridor, Jasmine searched for a familiar face. She
knew how to tell the difference between the females, but with the males it was
different. She only knew Shra’van, Ta’noj and Wa’jeeh. She became used to
Wa'jeeh's face because he brought her ice-cream during the day, and he was
heavier than all his other brothers.
Kavi’ta watched Jasmine look around. She
wondered why the ooman's hair was such a bright color. Whenever Jasmine looked
at her, it was always with curiosity, as if she was studying her or waiting for
her to say something. “No wonder the older male wanted to rip your head off,”
she mumbled.
“I’m sorry, I do not understand,” Jasmine
sighed. Kavi’ta held her hand up, indicating she knew as they entered her
quarters. Jasmine looked around the large foyer. It wasn’t as big as
Shra’van’s, but it was quite large. The colors were basically the same. Jasmine
felt the wall, and it was warm to the touch like everything else on the ship.
“It's a good thing I like heat, or I would have died by now.” She remembered
Shra’van explaining to her how they too, like heat.
Kavi’ta turned and looked at her before
leading her into their sleeping chamber. Jasmine looked at the large bed and
watched Kavi’ta put her clothes away. When she was done, she walked over to
Jasmine and purred softly touching her face. She gently moved her hand down to
Jasmine’s stomach and trilled softly before nodding in approval. How can I
tell Jasmine that this is a good thing, and it is exactly what Ta’noj needs now
in his life, she wondered.
Jasmine followed Kavi’ta into the
observation room. Jasmine had so many questions for her. She wanted to know
more about Ta’noj and whether she was jealous of the fact that she was his
mate?
Kavi’ta had her own list of questions.
She wanted to know how she met Ta’noj and how she managed to calm him down. Why
was he so crazy about her and was that her real eye color? They both looked up
when Su’ram walked into the room.
“Su’ram,” Kavi’ta purred with relief.
“I’m looking for Gav’alin,” he spoke
slowly as he looked at both of them. “Can you two communicate with each other?”
Jasmine turned around to look at him. “Oh
good,” she walked over to him. “Can you ask her a few questions for me?”
“Su’ram, I need you to interpret what I
am saying to her,” Kavi’ta nodded. “It seems like everyone else is busy.”
Su’ram looked at both of them warily,
when they began to talk. He shook his head roaring at them. Jasmine stepped
back a bit, but Kavi’ta crossed her arms and stared at him.
“I do not understand what either one of
you is saying,” he spoke in Yautja first, then English. “You sound like fucking
hard meats when you talk at the same time. I refuse to interpret shit!” He
stormed out of the room, once again leaving Kavi’ta and Jasmine alone.
They both sighed at the same time.
In the sparring hall, Kuja practiced
first with Mi’tra, then with Ad’vey. Mordecai noticed Kuja's moves became more
forceful when Z’as-hil walked into the hall.
“I admire your determination,” Mordecai
grunted to Z'as-hil as he watched his sister and brother fight.
Z’as-hil looked over at him. “Mordecai, I
thought you were away on a mission. I have not seen you since we returned to
the ship.”
“I was just recently mated to Lin’ka,”
his mandibles twitched happily as he thought for a moment. “We have been in our
quarters.” He watched Z’as-hil stare sadly at Kuja. “Give up already,
Z’as-hil.”
“Never,”
he growled. He spoke a little louder so Kuja could hear him. “As long as Kuja
is alive, I will never give up on the possibility of having her as my mate.”
Su’ram walked in on time to see Ad’vey
being pinned by Kuja.
“Ouch, fuck! Kuja, this is practice!” he
growled at her as she helped him up.
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
“You look as frustrated as the two
females I just left.”
“Wow, two now?” Mordecai teased.
“No, Jasmine and Kavi’ta,” Su’ram
chuckled. “They are trying to talk to each other and do not understand what the
other one wants to say. They wanted me to interpret, but you know they can be a
pain.”
“Why did Shra’van get rid of the
translation technology?” Z’as-hil questioned. He looked at Kuja when he spoke,
but she didn’t respond.
“His way of thinking is, if you want to
talk to someone, have enough respect to learn their language. He wiped the
computers of the information to build the small devices and scraped every one
of them on board.”
“Well they will need a lot of luck,
then.” Su’ram walked over to Mi’tra and started talking to her.
“They are a talkative pair, Kavi’ta and
Jasmine,” Kuja said as she wiped the sweat from her brow. “Like Ta’noj used to
be.” She looked over at Z’as-hil and rolled her eyes. “I am going to go help
them.” She glanced at Z’as-hil again before leaving the room.
“I think she nodded at me,” Z’as-hil
smiled.
“No she did not,” Pa’naka laughed. “Give
her another fifty years, and you may get a hello.”
Jasmine watched Kavi’ta pace back and
forth. Kavi’ta walked over to the communicator to call anyone who knew English.
She could not believe that even Aa’hana was busy. She left the room for a
moment and came back with a plate of fruit and meat. Kavi’ta sat down across
from Jasmine and pushed the plate in front of her. “Why did I never learn my
mate’s second language?” she sighed. “He always told me it would be beneficial,
but I never believed him.” Jasmine was about to speak, but Kavi’ta held up her
hand and began to mock her. “I do not understand you.”
“Ta’noj told me to learn Yautja, but I
didn’t listen,” Jasmine mumbled. She started to smile. She scooted closer to
Kavi’ta and pointed at the fruit. “Fruit.”
“Fruit,” Kavi’ta repeated before nodding.
She then said it in Yautja so Jasmine could learn. She trilled softly when
Jasmine finally said it correctly.
Kuja looked on with fascination as they
pointed to different objects and tried to learn from one another. “Amazing,”
she whispered before interrupting them. “I am here to help.”
Ta’noj avoided Su’tara for weeks. When
she saw him walking down the hall to the meal area, she grabbed one of his
locks and pulled hard. Ta’noj growled angrily at his persistent sister, but she
did not care. “I told you to meet me weeks ago!” she barked at him as a few of
his students looked on. “Now let’s go.”
“Su’tara,” he snapped at her in English.
“You can not treat me this way in front of the males I train!”
“Forget them,” she looked over at him.
“Sorry.” He nodded and followed her to her quarters.
When they walked in, she went directly to
the door of her sleeping quarters. “Why is it locked?” Ta’noj questioned as she
typed in a code. When the doors opened, Ta’noj tilted his head to the side.
“Because when my mate meditates, he does
not wish to be disturbed,” she said softly as Lo’kesh looked up at them.
“I was expecting you weeks ago, Ta’noj,”
Lo’kesh said calmly.
Ta’noj looked around. The room was
semi-dark and felt calm. The only person whose pulse was racing was his. The
room was also cooler than usual. “I thought those who could not control their
temper meditate,” Ta’noj questioned as he walked closer to Lo’kesh. “The ones
that are...” Ta’noj tried to choose his words carefully. “Dark and uncaring.”
“Like you?” Lo’kesh finished for him.
“Remember what happened to Kon’kan?” When Lo’kesh looked at him, Ta’noj gave
him a nod to continue. “That was not my darkest time. I have done far worse
than ripping off mandibles and breaking bones. Do you have blackout during your
rage?”
“Sometimes,” Ta’noj admitted with guilt
and shame. “It has been a while though.” Ta’noj recalled the few times he
hunted with Lo’kesh. When he asked him about his kills he would never go into
details. “You do not remember your hunts?”
Lo’kesh shook his head. “I can only later
tell what I see on my image transmitter, which is why I rarely hunt. I do not
wish to hurt anyone accidentally.” Lo’kesh sighed as he watched Ta’noj grow
slightly uncomfortable. “I was lucky enough to have a teacher at a young age.
Ta'noj, I watched how you killed that trainer, and it brought back a lot of
unpleasant memories for me. I would like to teach you what I know if you are
willing to learn.”
“I am not evil or bad,” Ta’noj barked
defensively. He looked for his sister, but she was gone. He looked back at
Lo’kesh. The powerful warrior was always calm around him and his family. Ta'noj
would have never guessed Lo'kesh practiced meditation. “I am just angry,
Brother.”
“So was I,” Lo’kesh nodded. “Now, my
anger only comes out when I hunt. And whenever Su’tara insists on sparring with
her brothers and sisters. She is a lot like your mother.”
“Who knows you practice meditation?”
“Your father has known since he became
the leader on his ship,” he gestured for Ta’noj to sit across from him.
“Su’tara knows of course, and Shra’van has known since your mother confined us
together.” Lo’kesh noticed that Ta’noj still looked a bit uncomfortable. “I am
in no way calling you evil or bad Ta’noj, but there is a way to deal with your
anger. You are so angry some Yautjas actually fear you on this ship. Your class
fears you, as well, and they can not learn from fear.”
They stared at each other for a moment.
Ta’noj nodded. “Show me.”
Kuja laughed as they asked each other the
same questions. “So how are we going to communicate when you are not around?”
Kavi’ta questioned.
“I will have my portable communicator on
at all times,” Kuja stood up and stretched. She trilled softly in Jasmine’s
direction. “I think she is still not too keen on the idea of you all sleeping
together.”
“Well what did she expect?”
“Most of her species is monogamous. The
thought of sharing is very foreign to her.”
When Jasmine stood up, Kavi’ta rubbed her
back softly. Jasmine smiled and sighed. “It helped me during my last
pregnancy.” Kuja repeated her words to Jasmine.
“Thank you,” Jasmine said in Yautja.
“You are welcome,” Kavi’ta spoke back
slowly before emitting a soft purr.
Ta’noj walked in when Kavi’ta spoke to
Jasmine. He could not suppress his surprise. He knew Kavi’ta was coming around,
but he did not expect her to be this accepting, so soon. Kuja touched his arm
before walking out. Ta’noj stared back at the two females that were standing in
front of him. He touched both of their cheeks before bending down to caress
each one. The thought of pleasing them both made him groan softly.
He stepped back and held their hands
before repeating himself in English and Yautja. “You both need to learn each
other's language, because I will not go around repeating myself every time I
wish to speak to both of you.”
“Ok.” they said in unison. Kavi’ta walked
out of the room, and Ta’noj held Jasmine gently.
“She is very nice,” Jasmine smiled. “It’s
still kinda awkward though.”
“Do not worry,” he growled in her ear.
“You will get used to it.” Wa’jeeh walked in with a bowl in his hands.
“Ice-cream,” Jasmine smiled.
“Stop feeding my mate that unhealthy
food, fat boy,” Ta’noj grunted. Wa’jeeh growled at him, and Ta’noj laughed. “I
am going to go speak with Kavi’ta.” He nipped Jasmines neck softly before
walking out of the room.
“Don’t listen to him,” Jasmine smiled as
she took the spoon from Wa’jeeh hands.
“I never have,” he chuckled.
That evening Jasmine took a long hot
bath. Kavi’ta ran the water for her and helped her in since the tub was so
large. “Do you think you and Jasmine will be alright together?” Ta’noj held
Kavi’ta from behind as they watched Jasmine bathe herself.
“I don’t like to be watched or talked
about,” Jasmine growled. “Go, get out.”
“She looks angry,” Kavi’ta whispered.
“Her pregnancy is making her more aggressive
and short tempered,” he nodded towards Jasmine before walking Kavi’ta out of
the bathroom.
“When Kuja told her we will all sleep
together, she went into shock,” Kavi’ta trilled softly. “It was so amusing.”
“Well I will not mate with either one of you
until she is comfortable,” Ta’noj sighed. “It took her months to become
comfortable on Mi’tra’s ship. I cannot imagine how long it will take now.”
After a while, Jasmine walked out of the
bathroom and shook her hair so it could dry. She noticed that Ta’noj and
Kavi’ta were already in the bed. Ta’noj turned around and looked at her before
holding his hand out.
Oh thank god, he sleeps in the middle, Jasmine smiled. He took her towel off
before she got into the bed. Jasmine looked over to see Kavi’ta watching her.
“Her pulse is racing Kavi’ta,” Ta’noj
said as he stared at Jasmine.
“Calm her down,” she massaged his back
softly. “It cannot be good for the child.”
“This is awkward,” Jasmine smiled at
Ta’noj. “It kind of feels like a sleepover.”
“Sleepover,” he repeated as he stared at
her in confusion. Ta’noj caressed her cheek before gently nudging her with his
mandibles. Despite her soft protest to leave her alone, he could smell her
excitement. Eventually, Ta’noj held her close and listened as she drifted off
to sleep.
Everyday Ta’noj returned to Lo’kesh's and
Su’tara’s quarters. He learned how to control and channel his anger and
aggression from Lo’kesh during the following weeks. Even trying to interpret
for Kavi’ta and Jasmine did not bother him anymore. He thought it was cute that
despite the language barrier, they got alone just fine. His children liked Jasmine as well. Ta’noj's
oldest son stared at her with doubt, but he stared at Ta’noj in the same
manner. He told him when he first returned, that he was angry with him for
leaving, so Ta’noj gave him his space until he felt more comfortable.
One day Jasmine was resting in one of the
observation rooms when Ta’noj's son walked in. Jasmine understood the word
"mother" in Yautja and knew that was who he was looking for.
“She went to see Kuja,” Jasmine replied
slowly. Gav’alin glared at her as she turned towards him. Jasmine shook her
head softly. She could see the anger in his eyes. They were the same color as
hers. He was taller than Jasmine, but not quite as tall as Ta’noj. Gav'alin and
his father had the same markings. “I know you can understand me.” She walked
closer to him, and he emitted a warning growl. “I remember your father telling
me his oldest son spoke my language. Now, you are so angry with your father you
refuse to speak it.”
Gav’alin roared angrily at her, but
Jasmine just stood there and folded her arms. She was in no mood for an unruly
child. She didn’t tolerate them in the village, and she wasn’t willing to deal
with them on an alien ship. “You do not have to speak a word to me, but at
least talk to Ta’noj!”
“I have nothing to say to him or you,” he
hissed.
“Ha,” Jasmine smiled. “I made you speak.”
Gav’alin shook his head. “How old are
you? Do you know how many times I had to watch my mother pretend like
everything was ok? Then he returns with you, a pitiful Ooman whom has no clue
about Yautja’s. If you were half as knowledgeable as either one of my
grandmothers then I would try to tolerate you. His only excuse to us is he was
angry! Well I am angry too!”
“And you have every right to be,” Jasmine
spoke softly. “But tell him you’re angry. Express how you feel.”
“Expression has no place in a Yautja
society,” he huffed. “Learn our ways or die female.”
Jasmine frowned as she thought of Mi’tra.
“Can you teach me?” she questioned.
Gav’alin stared at the annoying female
with surprise before walking away.
Kuja sighed as she picked up her tablet.
In a few more months her father’s ship would be here, and if Z’as-hil did not
leave, she would. She growled angrily when someone buzzed her communicator. She
wanted to be left alone for one day. “Yes?”
“Kuja, it’s me,” Jasmine sang. Kuja
started to laugh.
“Jasmine, why don’t you just come to my
quarters and talk to me? You need to get out more.”
“Not until Shra’van uses my idea and put
in some walkways,” Jasmine laughed. “Kuja, you are too far away. I will see you
when the baby is born.”
“I ran into Gav’alin a few weeks ago,”
she tapped on her tablet.” He said you were annoying, in a good way.”
“He speaks to me now,” Jasmine sighed as
she rubbed her stomach. “That is all that matters. Have you talked to Z’as-hil
yet?”
“No,” Kuja growled.
“But you said you would speak to him when
you returned to the ship,” Jasmine reminded her.
Kuja sighed as she thought back to her
conversation with Jasmine. “Yes, you are right.” She looked up when someone
buzzed her door com. “I will call you back.”
Kuja went to the door slowly and sighed
when he started to speak.
“Kuja, I know you are in there,” Z’as-hil
said softly. “I know that mid-week is when you like to read your tablet. I used
to watch you, remember? Do you still twirl your hair and hum while you read?”
He paused for a moment. “I know you are not going to answer your door. I just
wanted you to know I was thinking about you. I will see you tomorrow during
practice.”
Z’as-hil eyes lit up when her door
opened. Kuja stared at him for a moment. She stepped aside so he could come in,
but he didn’t budge. “Z’as-hil, come in.”
“Are you sure?”
“Come in before I change my mind!” she
barked.
Z’as-hil walked in slowly and noticed her
tablet lying on the bed. When he turned around to look at her, she motioned to
the seat across from the bed. Kuja sat across from him and crossed her legs as
she waited for him to talk. “Speak!”
“Well,” he began slowly. “My main goal
was to get into your room so we could talk.” He looked over at her. “Now, I do
not know what to say.”
Kuja looked away and laughed. She knew he
was joking. That is what attracted her to him the most. He was not as serious
as the other Yautjas that tried to pursue her.
“I miss your laugh,” he moved his chair
closer to her before looking at her meek surroundings. “You would think that
being Shra’van’s sister would get you better quarters than mine.”
“I am a warrior like you,” she reminded
him. “None of my siblings get special treatment.”
“I do not know how many times you wish
for me to apologize, but I will continue until you forgive me. I wish to be
with no one but you. It does not matter to me that you mated with Sa’dar. I
deserved that. Please Kuja, renounce your warrior status and be my mate.”
Z’as-hil hesitated, but he slowly reached
out and touched her hand. Kuja abruptly stood up. “Get out.”
Z’as-hil stood up as well and growled
angrily at her. Kuja looked at him in shock. She had never seen him angry. She
didn't know he could even get angry. Z’as-hil pulled her close to his body,
crushing her chest against his. “Kuja, as children I begged you to play with me
and as growing pups I begged you to be my friend. Must I beg for your affection
as well?”
“Z’as-hil,” she whispered as she gave him
an apologetic look.
“I will give you one month,” he growled.
“No, we are not going to wait any longer. Our ritual will take place in two
days.”
Kuja looked at him and laughed. Z’as-hil
stared at her before nipping her neck. She gasped and tried to push him away,
but Z’as-hil was stronger. He groaned and licked the spot where he nipped her.
Kuja never felt such a feeling before.
She pulled him closer to her body before pushing him away again. “If you do not
leave, I will kill you.”
“No, you will not,” Z’as-hil tilted his
head to the side. “Kuja, you act as if you have never been nipped.”
“Get out!” she roared.
“Fine, I will leave,” he walked to the
door. “Our ritual is in two days.”
“You will be the only one there.”
He turned to look at her. “You can kick
me, beat me or use harsh words, but all I hear is ‘Z’as-hil, I still deeply
care about you, but I am hurt.’ Kuja, I am hurt too, because I cannot go
another day thinking that you will not allow me to make it up to you. I will be
at our ritual. If you do not show up, then I will never bother you again. And I
will join another clan so you will never have to look at me. You will no longer
be reminded of the pain I put you through.”
“Z’as-hil,” Kuja spoke softly, “I will
not be there. I cannot be with you.”
“Then I will be at my ritual alone,
Kuja,” he nodded before leaving.
“Then you are a fool!” she yelled to him
as he walked down the hall. “Who will prepare you this time, Z’as-hil?”
“I have waited for you for over a
century,” he turned to look at her. “I do not need to be prepared.”
Kuja ran towards him. She stood in front
of him and pushed his chest. “Do you have any idea how much you hurt me!”
“Yes I do,” he purred softly. “You mated
with Sa’dar.” He sighed. “I tried to beat him several times, but I was not
successful. Two days, Kuja.”
She watched him walk up to several males
and announce his ritual. Kuja shook her head and returned to her room.
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