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A Union of Convenience II	By : Keen Category: M through R > Predator Views: 6268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�� Ali�shir shut the door behind him and stilled to take in
the motion that swirled around him. There were children everywhere. There where only eight, he knew, and only four of them
of the age to still rightly be called pups but it seemed like they had
multiplied and stormed the suite. Children crawled under tables, darted behind
fixtures playing peek-a-boo and scaled the display cases against the wall. He
struggled to keep his face rigid and serious then, the sight reminding him of
happier times with his own sons.
�� Walking
inside, he surveyed the damage much like he had done with the progress in the
floors above, arms clasped behind his back, eyes narrowed. Dodging a flying
toy, he moved to the food preparation area. Inside, the older twins kept themselves
occupied. From what Ali�shir could scent, they had
been cooking once, but now were satisfied to fling food at one another�some of
which, a smaller naked pup, Ja�lar, licked happily
from the floor. He stayed crouched against the surface, bottom in the air, with
tiny hands and even smaller mandibles flared out flat so the mouth hidden
inside could press directly against the ground but got up on his stubbly legs
to run as Fushel thundered from the living space. He
followed behind a female pup, also naked, who streaked
like light around the room giggling.
�� Tripping
past, bent over and arms out reaching, Fushel saw his
friend and Council Brother and stopped. He straightened his body, trying to
look reserved and dignified to greet the Lead Elder.
�� Ali�shir told him he needed not bother as he shook his head
with a sigh, �What are you doing, Fushel?�
�� Trying to dress the child. The nurse has yet to arrive.�
�� Ali�shir grabbed the nearest little body that whizzed by
him by the thick of its neck, dangling him high in the air, �This one?�
�� Fushel shook his head once, �No. The
beige one.�
�� Ah.�
Ali�shir discarded the boy, Emer,
who went back to playing without a hitch, laughing harder as he was tossed into
the soft downy plush of the chair. And as his younger sister Dae neared the male, she was snatched up too and carried
like a duffle bag to Fushel who accepted her with a
nod.
�� The
Enforcer sat the child down on a table top and roughly pulled the dress he held
in his fist over her head, not caring it was backward, but that it was simply
on. Setting the child down, he moved to grab the boy next when the girl whizzed
past him giggling still. Naked again.
�� Fushel rested his hands on the kitchen bar and sighed
heavily, his head dipping below his thick muscled shoulders. �I do not think I
can continue like this, Elder. Nothing in my training has prepared me for
this.�
�� Surely
that cannot be true.�
�� It
is. Usually when I encounter such disobedience, I simply kill until morale
changes. But I cannot kill these children...or can I?�
�� Fushel turned with a hopeful expression and Ali�shir kept his amused chuckle. The chaos in the room
ground to an instant halt. The children had not been as oblivious to the
adult�s exchange as they pretended and at the danger of being punished for
their behaviour they quieted. All the tiny pairs of eyes looked at the male
they called Uncle with breath held, waiting for his response and Ali�shir did not have mercy on them.
�� He
folded his arms and stroked his prominent chin, pretending to be deep in
thought a moment before saying, �I will have to consult the Ship�s Laws. But
perhaps by the time I am done, you will feel differently.�
�� I
do not know that I will,� Fushel shrugged. �They are
truly disobedient. They cannot clean or prepare themselves to leave when I
say.�
�� Yes
we can!� Dae said picking up her discarded dress. She
pushed it over her spike crowned head and smoothed it furiously with her hands,
presenting herself for inspection. Fushel nodded once
and the girl moved quickly to help her brother dress as well. Ali�shir looked to the kitchen and saw the twin girls
begrudgingly begin to clean. They were not so fooled by the exchange as they
were older�but the glare of the Lead Elder gave motivation.
�� Fushel took up the baby, who still steadfastly feasted on
the mess on the floor and began to wipe him off. Ali�shir
helped, handing the male another cloth and then wondered why he had to. He
thought Isis was here to do things of that
nature.
�� The
Elder Female is doing her part,� Fushel answered
dryly, pulling a tunic over the babe�s head. He was surprised to have the boy
snap at him for it but subdued him with a palm over the mouth. �She is
consoling my charge so I can prepare these...creatures.�
�� Gi,� Ali�shir supplied.
�� Hm?� Fushel
looked up from his task feeling the Elder�s hand on his shoulder. Ali�shir looked him in the eye, his voice firm but not threatening.
�� Her
name is Gi. Use it.� he said backing toward the
bedroom door. �It may help if you learn their names as well,� he snorted, pointing
to the children around him.
�� Just
then Dae, racing around the living space after her
brother fell. She held her knee to her chest as she wailed on the floor,
rocking on her bottom. She quieted, paused her crying,
seeing the Ah�sim come to stand over her like a tall
dark wall. His shadow blackening her tiny and wide eyed face.
He covered his face with his hands to hear her crying start anew�and louder.

�� Laying
in the warmth and softness of the sheets, Isis
was quickly approaching deep sleep. Curled up against her friend, she was
nearly dead to the world, until she felt a touch. Isis
felt a hand smooth over her arm and woke in a snap, throwing back the cover and
swinging a blade by the offending limb. She sat up to feel it snatch at her
weapon and hold her arm still. The other blade hidden at her back was about to
be thrust into Fushel�s belly when she realised she
was not fighting Fushel at all.
�� Ali�shir?� she blinked. �What are you doing here?�
�� I
could ask you the same, female.� He twisted her hand a little and she released
the blade, letting it drop into his waiting palm. He tucked it at his side, �What
has gotten you so on edge?�
�� Isis looked to the open door, drawn by the shadows
passing over its light. Inside the living space, Fushel
crouched over Dae doing something with her leg. He
glanced at her a moment before returning to task, pulling the pup into his arms
and striding away to bark orders at the other children.
�� It
does not matter,� she said with a sigh. �I am just thankful you were not U�rvan.�
�� So
is he, I am sure.� Ali�shir explained it was time for
last meal and he could not eat without her. �Make yourself ready.�
�� Isis smiled at that, heat darkening her shiny cheeks,
�You enjoy my company that much, Ali?�
�� I
simply wonder who will fetch my plate if you are not there.� He prattled to see
her smile fall into a scowl.
�� I
ought to punch you right in the dick.� It was at eye-level, so she certainly
could have, but he made no move to protect himself.
�� Now
is not the time for foreplay, female. Rouse Gi so she
can join her children in the hall.� He prattled to have the woman push at him
some.

�� After
a few more words spoken between them, Ali�shir left,
moving quietly to the exit and Isis stirred
just as soundlessly in the bed. She turned onto her side and pulled the cover
from Gi�s face, brushing her cheek gently. The
female�s ivory lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. They were hopeful at
first, wide and expressive, but at seeing Fushel and Ali�shir just outside her door, they dulled. This was a
nightmare she would not soon wake from. If ever.
�� Gi started to pull the covers over her head again but Isis stopped her, pulling in the opposite direction. �I
know it�s hard but you need to get up. It�s time to eat.�
�� We
will eat here. I still have enough provisions to cook a good meal.�
�� Ali
tells me those are decorating the kitchen floor at the moment�but do not worry,
I will get right on cleaning that for you. I know how you like to keep your
home clean.�
�� Gi made a sad noise. With a reassuring pat, Isis skirted away from her. The woman slipped away quicker
than she could grab at her make her stop, leaving the newly christened Le�a feeling overwhelmingly alone in the centre of the
oversized bed.
�� Heron
was not exceptional in height, but in the number of children he had. Having so
many young pups all at once was unheard of as yatuja
females take longer to birth and even longer to fall into heat again afterward.
There were years, often five to ten, between children, but Gi
with her alien reproductive system produced them in a timely fashion, once a
year if she wished it.
�� So
the bed, usually for the tallest among their warriors, was turned on its side
to make it wider than average and delivered to their new suite shortly after
Heron became an Elder. For years it accommodated the couple and their four
youngest children comfortably�as they often needed to console all at once�but
now, the bed build for six, held only one. And would the rest
of its days.
�� Gi turned away from the untouched pillows at her side and
wiped the tears from her face. She smoothed her slender hands through her
silken white mane and gasped to see a figure in the darkness watching back at
her. She blinked. The square shoulders, thick neck and long legs of the body
were so familiar. Wonderfully familiar. Her heart
fluttered a moment, suddenly hopeful, near soaring before plummeting to the pit
of her stomach seeing Fushel step from the shadows.
�� She
whimpered, gathering the covers to her chest and resting her head on her knees.
Gi would liken the pain she felt then to being socked
in the gut, but worse. The pain from the punch would subside but this pain�this
agonising ache that gnawed at her belly from the inside out�seemed as if it
only grew stronger with time. And now she had hallucinations to contend with?
�� Fushel saw the female crumble to the bed and set down the
child in his arms, letting Dae on her newly bandaged
knee, run into the living space with a giggle before approaching the bed. He
did his best to sound soothing, the female obviously in some kind of pain
although he was not certain how. He smelled a lot of things in the air. Her
uniquely soft scent, the heat between her legs, but not blood which should have
been the reason for her tears.
�� He
caught himself lingering on her exposed legs and lifted his head with a throat
clearing cough, �I am sorry to disrupt but I came to see if you were ready.�
The female was silent and he took a step forward, head bowed. It had not occurred
to him until that moment that despite getting a rise out of the Elder Female,
he came into her private chambers and had not introduced himself properly. �I
am Fushel and I am here as you�re Ah�sim.
I am at your disposal, female. You have but to ask and if it is within my
power, it will be done�Le�a Gi.�
�� She
lifted her head and the Enforcer was glad he remembered the Lead Elder�s
instructions to him to use her name. Her startling blue eyes peered at him
through the silky white curtain of her hair as she slowly pulled herself
upright.
�� Gi curled her legs under her bottom and did her best to keep
her voice even. She told him there was no introduction necessary, she
remembered him.
�� Fondly?�
he asked, stepping closer, drawn by her eyes.
�� Not
exactly,� She tried to spare his feelings but he insisted she go on. �You
snapped the neck of a male who�s mate was a friend of
mine.�
�� Fushel wanted to tell her she would have to narrow it down
as he killed many, but he was working toward calming her. Not terrifying her. �I
can assure you, if he died by my hand, it was deserved.�
�� I
know it was,� she nodded, surprising him. �But he was still cared for by
others. Even the worst scourge of the universe have
hearts that beat for them.�
�� I
see,� he ground out, rocking on his heels.
�� Uncomfortable
silence seemed to swell and balloon between them, forcing them further away
than before. Fushel never forgot that for every kill,
there was more than one victim, but at the same time, he had to ask who she
thought she was to lecture him. What did she, dressmaker and breeder, know of
necessary elimination?
�� What
I do as Enforcer keeps you and everyone else in this ship in comfort and safety,�
he said, tensely.
�� Not
everyone.�
�� Gi pulled a piece of charred and battered piece of hard
brushed silver from under her pillow. She smoothed her slender fingers over the
face of the layered amour cap, bumping along the jagged and bent ridges. The
scoring along the side said the owner of the piece was a Pilot.
�� Do
you blame me for his death?� Fushel asked. He eased
in posture some to see her shake her head.
�� No.
This was the work of the Gods. Yours and mine,� she replied slowly. �For what,
I do not know but I hope his death means life for others.�
�� Fushel shook his head, �Not if I find the culprit.�
�� You
will kill them?�
�� Without
hesitation,� he expected the female to give him a smile of appreciation, but
instead she hung her head again, fingering the broken edges of the amour. �Do
you not desire vengeance? Blood for blood?�
�� It
will not bring him back.� She sighed heavily, pushing the amour under her
pillow again. �What I want most from this world, I cannot have. And nothing
will change that.� Gi patted the fluffy bundle once
and looked up to the Enforcer. �Please tell me while you are here, you do not
plan to kill anyone in front of my children.�
�� He
shook his head once, �Not unless it was absolutely necessary.� If they or she
were in imminent danger, he would not hesitate to dispatch with the threat.
This she had to understand and to her credit she seemed too. The female nodded
and took another deep breath�except this one was one of relief instead of
sadness.
�� Good,�
she said softly. �Thank you. I will help the children get ready then.�
�� It
has already been done� Although I cannot say with any certainty that they are
in the same state I left them.�
�� They
are cheeky like that,� she smiled weakly. �After I have helped the Elder Female
in the kitchen, I will check them.�
�� She
is already gone,� he said with much more merriment than he should have. Gi�s brows wrinkled, her face folding into a frown. �She
wanted to stay, Le�a, but the Lead Elder�summoned
her.�
�� The
more correct statement would have been that the Lead Elder dragged her away but
Fushel held his tongue. She still did not fully trust
him alone with her friend but Ali�shir told her she
could not hover over them all the time. The time to let go was now, they would
see one another again at last meal.
�� Oh,�
Gi said quietly. �It is just you, the children and I
and everyone is waiting for me.�
�� Yes.�
�� Then
I ought to leave this bed,� she sighed.
�� Fushel took a step back as the covers flipped in her hands.
She started to move from the bed, revealing one slender leg and then another.
He clasped his mandibles to see her gather the edges of her dress, arms
crossing and lifting, preparing to pull it over her shapely torso but just as
the fabric eased over her hips, she stopped. Flummoxed, Fushel
looked up and found the female staring back at him, as if she was waiting for
him to do something. He held her gaze a long while before realising they wasted
time and would waste more if he did not speak first.
�� Is
there something wrong, Le�a?�
�� Her
arms flopped at her sides and gripped the bed as she sighed, �Please leave.�
�� Fushel stared at her flashing blue gaze a moment before he
folded his arms and let out a ragged breath. He should have known better than
to trust the human. �I thought this was explained to you by the Elder Female,�
he began. �I am here as your protection and while I am at your disposal, that
is the one order I cannot follow. It is in direct contradiction to the Lead
Elder�s orders.�
�� No.
Not my home, Elder, just the room,� she snickered. �I do not think Ali�shir meant for you to be around us all the time.�
�� But I was hoping that would be one of the benefits.
The male was not completely without shame, he had enough sense not to say
it aloud, but he could not help the thoughts her body inspired. Nor the
frustration he felt knowing he would not be privy to seeing it in all its
glory.
�� Pity indeed...Fushel
watched the stride of her legs as she padded on bare feet to the closet, taking
up the clothing package Sala and the other female
Elders left for her. As she opened it, he could see it was the garb of a mourning
mate, the draping that said she was a Le�a and newly
so.
�� She
twisted the wrapping in her tiny fists and Fushel
felt his gut pull him backward. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her lip trembled.
Her face was flush with soft pink, but he only saw it a moment before she
turned, hiding her sadness with her small hands.
�� Please
shut the door behind you, Elder. I do not want my children wandering in while I
am undressed either.�
�� Fushel wordlessly bowed and obeyed the order, closing the
door tightly but quietly behind him as she strode into the living space.
Towering over the little ones like a stone sentinel, he glanced to her room and
hissed under his breath, mandibles twittering. It pained him to admit it, even
to himself in the privacy of his thoughts, but he was out of his element and
what was worse, the Elder Female was perhaps right not to trust him. �
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