Kayla's Revenge | By : ZenRose Category: M through R > Predator Views: 7710 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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(On the planet)
Ta’noj sat in the trees silently
observing the skilled Hunter. He had been following this hunter for several
days now, wondering when he would target one of the people in the small
workers' village.
One of the village's females also caught
his eye. She did not look anything like his mother, nor did she look like the
villagers she ordered around. He assumed she was someone of great importance
since she never appeared to lift a finger to help. He tilted his head to the
side when he first heard her laugh. Ta'noj contemplated killing her when he
first heard her bark orders at someone, but his mind soon changed when he
observed her pick up one of the village children and begin to play with them.
He looked at the Hunter, then back at the tall blonde female as she made her
way to the farming area. His instincts told him the Hunter was poised to
strike.
Jasmine stopped and looked around. She
had heard that clicking noise before, but thought it was the children playing
with a toy she had picked up in the city. She slowly began walking again, this
time pulling out her shotgun. She held it steady as she moved around a large
nearby tree. She scanned the area directly in front of her, but she did not
expect anything from above. Paying for her error, she cried out in agony, as
something sharp punctured her shoulder.
The hunter loomed over her suddenly,
extracting his spear from her shoulder. Jasmine stumbled back, her horrified
gaze fixed on her assailant. Never had she seen such a beast. She had heard
stories told by the villagers of flying men in the trees, but she had thought
they were warnings meant to prevent the children from wandering off.
The hunter grunted and readied his weapon
for the killing blow. He knew this was easy prey, and he wanted this trophy,
wanted to savor the earning of it.
Jasmine continued her futile attempts to
stumble away, sensing her impending doom. She didn’t have to see what was
behind the mask, to know this creature was relishing her fear.
The sharp sound of flesh being pierced
flooded her ears. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable pain, but
none came.
The Hunter looked down, with surprise, to
see wrist blades protruding from his core, dripping with the phosphoric essence
that was Yautja blood.
Ta’noj snarled angrily at him, as he
pushed his blade in deeper. Glaring at the Yautja with pure hate in his eyes,
he said, “I am Ta’noj, son of Sh’lok and Kayla…”
“We know about you boy,” the hunter
growled as he tried to catch his last breath. “Everyone is out to kill you.”
“Let them try,” Ta’noj pushed upwards on his
blades, silencing his enemy. When he at last turned to look at the female, she
was slumped over on the ground. Ta’noj knew if he didn’t tend to her wounds,
she would die.
Jasmine woke up near the stream. The
numbness in her arm told her that what had occurred before she blacked out was
no dream or nightmare.
Ta’noj kept his gaze fixed on her, as she
hazily studied her surroundings. Normally, he would have left long ago, but he
felt compelled to make sure she would recover.
“Are you alright?”
Jasmine backed away from him, screaming
in terror and disbelief. Growling with impatience, Ta'noj picked up her shotgun
and tossed it to her before turning to walk away. Jasmine stared for a moment
at the huge alien. “Oh my god, you can talk?”
Ta’noj turned around and growled at her,
“Of course I can talk, ooman.”
An uneasy silence hung in the air between
them, and Ta'noj finally turned again to leave. “Now that you are awake, I must
go. Your village is safe now. He is dead.”
“Why did you kill him?” she stammered.
Jasmine got up slowly, her hands gripping her weapon tightly.
“I have my reasons.” Ta’noj started to
walk away, but turned around roaring at her, when he heard her footsteps close
behind.
“Who taught you how to speak?” she said
slowly, so he could understand her.
Ta’noj, already annoyed with this woman,
was starting to lose his patience. "I should
have left her to die."
“My mother taught me to speak your tongue. Now
female, leave me alone!”
Jasmine simply stared at him angrily.
Ta’noj slowly tilted his head to the side. “This one is not frightened
easily,” he thought. “My looks do not frighten you?”
“I’ve seen uglier,” Jasmine replied. She
stared at his mandibles as they started to twitch with anger.
“You are lucky I do not kill oomans.”
“What is an ooman?”
“You,” he turned and walked away.
When he realized she was still behind
him, Ta’noj unsheathed his dagger.
“You said you don’t kill oomans,” she
reminded him, as she slowly lowered her weapon. “Are you stranded on our
planet, Alien?”
“How can a creature so stupid actually be
worth hunting,” he snarled at her. “If you call me 'alien' again, I will forget
my manners and chop your fucking head off!”
Jasmine slowly lowered her weapon down to
the ground, as she watched his eyes grow dark. “I did not mean to offend you.
Do you have a name?”
“No, we do not have names,” Ta’noj said
with sarcasm. “We just greet one another by saying ‘hey you’.”
Jasmine nodded.
Ta’noj shook his head in disbelief and
rolled his eyes. “I am Ta’noj, son of Sh’lok and Kayla.”
“I am Jasmine,” she paused for a moment.
“Daughter of Paul and Sara.” Jasmine extended her hand. Ta’noj nodded in return
and started to walk away.
“Stop following me,” he growled, not
turning around to look at her. He could not understand her persistence.
“I have more questions…”
“I have no answers,” Ta’noj snapped.
“Please,” she begged. “It’s not often I
meet a talking alien…”
Before she realized her error, Ta’noj hand was
already at her throat as he held her in the air. When she started to turn
colors, he dropped her and walked away.
He started to remember what his mother had told him about oomans…
(Flashback)
“We are curious by nature son,” Kayla
smiled as she tugged on one of his locks. “It’s almost like teaching a child.
I’m fortunate enough to know how to read the Yautja language so all my
questions are answered in tablets.”
“That’s why you always carry one?” Ta’noj
questioned as they walked to the medical lab. Kayla was almost due with a boy
and she wanted to make sure everything was all right.
“You should have seen me before I knew
how to read the language,” she laughed. “I swear, your father used to come in
late from practicing just to avoid my questions when we first became
mates. Later, he came to understand it
was my nature.” They stopped in front of the medical lab. “I highly doubt you
will ever talk to an ooman on our planet, but if you do, please forgive their
naiveté. They do not know other species even exist.”
“I will do my best to be patient,
mother,” he nodded. “Just like you. My mother, an elder.” He traced the
markings on her face and trilled softly. She was badly wounded during the
ritual, but since she survived the grave ordeal, she was given her elder’s
status. He noticed her pulse had started to race and turned to see Ba’naj
staring at them…
Ta’noj turned around to see the human
gasping for air. He walked back towards her and picked her up. He slowly placed
her on the ground as he stared at her eyes. They reminded him greatly of his
mate. “I am...sorry...for hurting you,” he said slowly. “My species do not
tolerate ignorance…” Ta’noj paused for a moment. “Being questioned in such a
manner is considered disrespectful. We are teachers of hunting and survival,
not history. That is what our rings are for. Among our people, teaching is for
females, not males.”
Jasmine nodded and coughed as she stared
at him.
“I must go,” Ta’noj explained. “Others
will be looking for me in this area since I killed the hunter that was going to
kill you. I will be back in one week to answer your questions.”
When Jasmine smiled, he grunted at her.
“How do I know you are not lying to me? Will you really come back? Who are
these 'others' that are coming? Are we
in danger too?”
“They will scan the area looking for me,”
Ta’noj kept his voice calm. “They will not harm you. And I do not lie.”
“Where will I meet you…?”
“I will find you,” he snapped as he
walked away.
(Mi’tra and Kuja’s Ship)
“This is a waste of time!” Mi’tra growled
as she slammed her fist on the panel in front of her. “Ta'noj has disengaged
his tracking device. There is no way we are going to find him on this huge
planet.” Kuja and Mi’tra had been circling the planet for days hoping to pick
up a signal from Ta’noj.
“Patience my sister,” Kuja purred as she
clicked on a few buttons.
“Will you please tell me what it is you
are looking for, Kuja? Your optimistic attitude is starting to annoy me.”
Kuja ignored her sister, and then trilled
softly. “I am about to hail a Hunter vessel that has just left the planet.”
“Why?”
“You will see, Mi’tra.”
Mi’tra roared at her, and Kuja laughed.
They both looked down when the ship replied to their hail.
“The vessel is on auto pilot. Ta'noj must
have killed again. Now we will track where the ship came from and scan that
area.”
Mi’tra looked at her sister and nodded.
Kuja was always the thinker. Mi’tra felt the need to kill first and think about
how well it was done later.
After setting the course, Kuja turned
around with a worried look on her face. “What if he tries to kill us? Ta’noj is
a far better fighter than I am.”
“We are his sisters,” Mi’tra shook her
shoulder. “He will not harm us. If he tries I will protect you.”
“When we land we will shut down power to
the ship so he cannot detect it,” Kuja nodded. “We will wait several days and
then start looking for him. Hopefully, he will return to the area.”
Mi’tra was silent for a moment as she
stared at this planet that she had hunted on a few times. “Do you really think
Ta’noj is capable of killing so many of us?” Mi’tra wondered. “Do you really
think he is still suffering from Mother’s death? Kuja, she died over a century
ago. How can he have lived with so much pain for so long?”
Kuja looked at her little sister for a
moment. “I’ve seen Ta’noj angry, and I’ve seen Ta’noj fight,” she spoke softly.
“Yes, I do think he is capable of killing that many Yautja’s, especially if he
sees Mother’s killer every time he looks at them.”
(The Gro’thon-ious Ship)
“Father, may I talk to you alone before
your departure?” Shra’van questioned as he nodded to his brothers. They walked
down the hall in silence until they came to a meeting room. His brothers
continued to walk down the hall and Shra’van stepped aside, allowing his father
to enter the room. “I have decided it is best that I help Ta’noj find out who
killed Mother.”
“Son,” Sh’lok looked at him as if he had
gone mad. “We stopped looking over fifty years ago. Whomever did it covered
their tracks well, and it is possible Ta’noj has already killed him and does
not even know it.”
“I never looked into it,” Shra’van sat
next to his father. “I came back to my ship and pretended as if nothing ever
happened. I could not allow anyone to think I was a weak leader, so I ignored
it.” Sh’lok stared at him for a moment. “But, if my brother is in this much
pain, it is my wish to help him. I cannot turn him over to the arbitrators on
the planet to die. You know they will kill him, unless there is proof that he
was trying to find her killer and is successful in his search. If that is the
case, then they will spare his life.”
Sh’lok was silent as he stood up and
looked out of the window. He found himself staring at gas balls as much as
Kayla used to. “I know how deep his rage must be. I too, felt it for so many
years, but I had my other mates to consider.” He turned to look at his son. “I
will inform you when I hear from your sisters. If they are successful in
finding him, then I will let you know. You can then join him, but please do not
kill any Yautja. Even if you find your mother’s killer, I would like to hear
his reasons before he slowly dies.”
“Thank you,” Shra’van shook his father’s
shoulder. “I will start my investigations aboard your ship. Ga’gan will take
over my ship for me until I return.” Sh’lok grunted at hearing the name, and
Shra’van laughed. “After all these years surely you can not still hold a grudge
against Mother’s first mate.”
“It is no secret that we do not like each
other. He is Kul’vir’s brother, so I tolerate him.”
(On The Planet)
Jasmine returned to the stream a week
later hoping her rescuer would return as promised. She was there by dawn, and
she waited for Ta’noj until nightfall. As the cool night air began to chill
her, she built a fire and thought about the last few days. She had not been
able to work all week. Her father put her in charge of production on the small
farm and, since she met Ta’noj, it was all she could think about, a big alien
who speaks English. She never told anyone, she didn’t want anyone who heard her
story to lock her up for being insane. As she sat staring into the fire, she
began to think maybe she had lost her marbles.
“I must be fucking crazy,” she mumbled,
“waiting for a big ass scary alien in the dark.” She laughed and shook her
head.
“What is so funny?” Ta’noj questioned,
making her jump.
“How could someone so big move so
quietly?” Jasmine
quickly stood up and stared at him. “Nothing,” she stammered.
There was an uneasy silence as they
stared at each other briefly. Ta’noj waited for her to speak first as she stood
silently studying his face. The flames from the fire gave his eyes a piercing
glow. The metal rings in his hair shined along with the metal plating on his
body. She thought about how huge his body was compared to her own slender
frame.
“I was afraid
you wouldn’t come back,” she finally stammered.
“I told you I do not lie,” he growled at
her. “Now ask your questions.”
She sat back down slowly and didn’t speak
until he sat down as well. He’d been watching her sitting near the stream for
hours waiting for him. He admired her patience.
“Why are you here?”
“To find the person that killed my
mother.” Ta’noj replied without hesitation.
Jasmine stared blankly at him. He sighed
and told her about his human mother and the life she had on their ship. Ta’noj
never tired of talking about her and, he didn’t realize how many hours had
passed. Jasmine’s gaze remained as intense as it had been at their first
meeting.
“It sounds like your mother was an
amazing woman,” she breathed. “My mother is dead as well. She had cancer.”
Ta’noj shrugged his shoulders in
confusion. “Why didn’t they just remove it? Or give her a shot?” He caught
himself, remembering that humans didn’t have cures for many diseases. “Never
mind,” he added quietly.
“So you do not know who killed your
mother?” She scooted closer to him as she stared at his locks. He noticed her
movements and crossed his arms.
“No.”
“Then why do you kill these…Yautja?”
“Hoping if I say her name, I will see a
hint of fear in their eyes,” he answered softly. “I believe if the killer hears
me reveal my name and hers, they will beg for mercy.”
As if on signal, a new voice pierced the
night, “Brother that is not the way to do things.”
Kuja watched the human female jump up and
back away. “I was listening to you talk to this ooman.” She walked closer to
the female and stared at her. Kuja had always wondered if she would be accepted
on her ship if she looked completely ooman as well. She was happy to look like
her mother and father. She knew her sister preferred to look completely Yautja.
“I am Kuja, daughter of Sh’lok and Kayla. And that female is our sister Mi’tra.
Are you my brother’s potential mate?”
“Hell no,” Ta’noj growled.
“No,” she gasped. “He saved my life, and
it was my first time meeting an alien…Yautja.”
Mi’tra walked closer to Jasmine and
barked, “Why are you wasting time with prey Brother?”
Ignoring her sister, Kuja turned around
and walked towards her brother. “It is good to see you again, Ta’noj.”
“Did Father send you, thinking I wouldn’t
kill my own sisters?” he extended his wrist blades.
“Of course,” Kuja purred, touching his
blades and his face. It was filled with the same pain that she remembered
seeing when he received the news of their mother’s death. “Your fight is not
with us, Ta’noj.”
Mi’tra slowly removed her combistick as
she stared at him and then, at the human female. When he locked his wrist
blades back in place, she replaced her weapon. Filled with emotion, Kuja hugged
her brother tightly. She refused let go until he hugged her back.
“You two must leave,” he growled. “I
refuse to come home until I catch Mother’s killer.”
“Everyone is after you Ta’noj,” Mi’tra
growled. “Turn yourself in and die with dignity.”
“Fuck you,” he snarled at her.
“Both of you, stop,” Kuja barked as she
watched them ready themselves to fight.
Her sister had always been aggressive
with her siblings and, in the past, Ta’noj would laugh and push her away. This
time he was prepared to attack her.
“Ta’noj, please come with us to Shra’van’s
ship. He is on his way here. He wants to help you. Father’s ship and Sa’tesh’s
ship is headed this way as well.”
“This is a big planet, and I will be able
hide before any of them arrive,” he growled at his sisters. “I will not leave
until I find out who did this!”
Seeing a chance to interrupt, Jasmine
asked, “So how many mother ships do you have?”
They all turned to look at her. They were so used to arguing with each
other in English, they forgot she was standing there, and that she understood
everything.
“My mother only had one ship.” Kuja
tilted her head to the side. “But my clan has three and is affiliated with many
other clans and species.” She looked over towards Ta’noj, who looked slightly
bewildered. “Elder Sa’tesh has a new ship waiting for him on the home world.”
“So did you beam down to earth to rescue
Ta’noj?” Jasmine questioned.
“Beam?” Kuja smiled. She turned to
Ta’noj. “What tales have you been telling this ooman, brother?”
“Remember when mother used to tell us
about those entertainment boxes she used to watch, and their perception of how
other species are supposed to be? I think she got her ideas from there. She has
asked me a lot of odd questions like: how to make a ‘food replicator’.”
“What the hell is a…’food replicator’?”
Mi’tra grunted. “Never mind that, how are you able to breathe on this congested
planet?” Mi’tra pulled out her temporary mask and inhaled deeply. It was enough
to sustain her system for an hour.
“Okay, so I watch too much television,”
Jasmine mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
Ta’noj responded as if Jasmine had not
spoken, “Nose plugs, like Mother used to wear.”
“We are staying here with you, Ta’noj,”
Kuja said softly, “At least until our ships arrives, because every Hunter in
space is after you. One of your victims survived and was able to repeat your
name.”
Ta’noj was suddenly forced to consider
the life he had left behind. “How are Kavi’ta and my pups?” he questioned. “Did
she take on another mate?”
“You know you have to be missing for a
century in order for her to be completely mated to her active mate,” Kuja
reminded him.
“So did she have any pups with my
brother?” he persisted.
“Just one,” Kuja spoke softly as she saw
the disappointment in his eyes. “She cares for you deeply, Ta’noj, but she
understood she had to resume breeding with K’garn. It has been fifty long years
for her. She misses you greatly. When she found out that you were alive, and
your reasons for staying away, she expressed her happiness for you.”
“That crazy female actually thinks you
are doing a good thing,” Mi’tra added. “She was close to Mother as well.”
“Your pups are big now,” Kuja smiled.
“They miss their father.”
“Pups? You mean kids?” Jasmine stepped
closer to Ta’noj. She didn’t quite trust Mi’tra, who growled at her every time
their eyes met.
“My mother was right,” Kuja chuckled.
“You are curious creatures.” She stepped closer to Jasmine and felt on her
hair. “I never talked to another ooman besides my mother and her friend. How
long have you known my brother?”
“That does not matter,” Ta’noj growled.
“We need to get out of here. You two go back home and leave me to my task.”
“It is not just your fight, Ta’noj,”
Mi’tra growled. “We share in your pain, and it will be far worse for all of us
if something happens to you.” He looked at his sister and nodded with
resignation. “Now can we dispose of the ooman?” Mi’tra asked. “We are never to
leave any evidence of our existence behind.”
“Dispose of?” Jasmine looked at Ta’noj in
shock. “I’m not going to tell anyone, besides who will believe me? Mi’tra just
wants my head as a trophy!”
Kuja laughed at her insight, “Yes, you
are correct.” She looked over at her brother with amusement. “Well Ta’noj,
should we ‘beam’ her up to our ship?”
“Actually, I have responsibilities here,”
Jasmine stammered. “Thanks anyway, for the offer.”
Ta’noj looked at Jasmine with interest.
“Do you have a mate and pups?” Ta’noj questioned.
She shook her head.
Ta’noj sighed as he picked Jasmine up and
threw her over his shoulder. “She is coming.”
(Sh’lok’s Ship)
Shra’van sat his bags down in his old
quarters and grunted. He was surprised that no other warriors occupied it. He
asked his mates and older children to stay behind as he explained his reasons
for traveling alone.
“So the rumors are true,” Lo’kesh grunted
as he walked in. “You are back. I can always use a good fight.” Shra’van shook
his shoulder softly before giving him a hug. “How are you, my friend?”
“I am a little distraught over the news
of my brother,” Shra’van admitted as he sat down. He motioned towards the seat
across from him. After a long-awaited match in one of the sparring rooms many
years ago, they had learned respect for one another.
He smiled ruefully. “Of course we
didn’t have a choice after Mother confined us to a room together for a month.”
Sh’lok laughed when he found out what she’d done. For Shra’van it was one of
the best months in his life. He had learned to admire and respect Lo’kesh
deeply. Whenever he had a problem, he would turn to his friend and vice-versa.
As a result of their newfound friendship,
Lo’kesh stopped interfering when Shra’van picked on his sister. In the past, he
had taken offense to it, as he had no understanding about sibling rivalry.
Lo’kesh never thought he would be close enough to Shra’van to consider him
family and his closest friend.
When Shra’van took over the
Gro’thon-ious, he begged Lo’kesh to come along, offering to make him part of
his advisory team. Lo’kesh declined because of his mate, Su’tara. He knew it
would be awkward for her to live on the same ship as Ga’gan.
“Well, I have been asking questions for
you,” Lo’kesh started as he shifted in his seat. “only through minor
conversation.”
“What did you learn, and why did you not
tell me?”
“You just made leader, you had to focus
on your primary duties.”
Shra’van nodded grudgingly in agreement.
“A few males think your mother and
Kul’vir were very close.”
“Are you accusing my mother of being with
Kul’vir without my father’s permission?” Shra’van growled.
“I am just telling you what was said to
me.” Lo’kesh was quiet for a moment. “My son said one day he walked into one of
the smaller halls and Kul’vir was gripping your mothers’ arms.”
“Did he hear anything?” Shra’van stood
up.
“The only thing he heard was Kul’vir
saying ‘if you tell Sh’lok someone will die’.”
“Tell my father what?” Shra’van tried to
remain calm, but he needed more answers. His mother would never be unfaithful
to his father.
“I do not know. That was all he heard,”
Lo’kesh said in an apologetic tone. “Until I found out more, I did not want to
say anything, however, everyone I talked to had only heard bits of
conversations or witnessed them interacting like a bickering couple. I had
always thought their closeness was because of their past. Your mother always
displayed too much devotion to your father for me to think otherwise.” He
noticed the distraught look on Shra’van’s face. “Start your investigations in
the sparring halls. Talk to the others after a good fight. And do not show up
as a leader.”
“I understand,” Shra’van nodded. “Thank
you, Lo’kesh.”
(Mi’tra and Kuja’s Ship)
Jasmine gasped at the size of the ship.
“I am plotting a course to intersect with
the other ships,” Kuja mumbled.
Jasmine looked at Ta’noj with a mixture
of fear and intrigue. He sighed as he fitted her nose with some plugs while translating
for her.
“It was not a good idea to bring this
female along,” Mi’tra growled as she stared at Jasmine. “She is pale and weak.
She is no fighter.”
“Well, are you a good breeder?” Kuja
questioned her. “As much as my mother was adored, I am sure it will not be any
trouble finding you a mate.”
“Mate? No I don’t think so…” Jasmine’s
voice trailed off with shock at the idea.
“Then you are useless!” Mi’tra roared at
her.
“How is her scent, Ta’noj?” Kuja touched
the side of Jasmine’s face and purred softly.
He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know.
I do not smell her. Ask Mi’tra.”
Mi’tra snarled at Ta’noj in reply,
drawing a chuckle from him.
“Jasmine, you and I will share a room.
Come, I will show you to our quarters.” Ta’noj stated as he turned to look at
Kuja. “How long is our journey?”
“A few months,” she sighed. “I turned off
all sensors and switched the ship to autopilot. If any nearby clans find out
you are onboard, we may die…”
“Oh God, you bought me on your ship just
to die!” Jasmine looked at her then Ta’noj.
“If you like, I will kill you first and
get it over with,” Mi’tra purred. Jasmine stepped away from her and followed
Ta’noj.
“He likes her,” Kuja whispered to Mi’tra.
“I heard that,” Ta’noj growled as he kept
walking.
Jasmine was awestruck at the ship’s
structure. She had to admit it was nothing like what she saw on television. She
ran towards the window and gasped as tears began to form in her eyes. Ta’noj
watched her carefully before walking towards her. “Why are you crying?”
“It’s just so incredible,” she said as
she quickly wiped her tears away before looking up at him. “The stars are
beautiful from here.”
“My mother enjoyed watching them as
well,” he nodded. “I will inform Kuja to give you some proper clothing.”
Jasmine glanced down at her jeans and boots, then back up to him. He turned to
walk away.
Jasmine took in her surroundings. “There
is only one bed,” she looked over at the large bed covered with what appeared
to be furs. “Uhm…will you be sleeping on the floor?”
“Of course not,” he grunted. “But you can
if you like.” He turned to look at her shocked expression and found himself
amused with this creature once more. “If it will make you more comfortable, I
will wear a cloth to bed.”
Jasmine was speechless as she considered
the situation.
Ta’noj stretched. His muscles were sore
and he was hungry. He considered going to bed without eating. When he took off
his armor, he caught her scent.
Jasmine stared at his sculpted
Adonis-like body and focusing primarily on his well-toned muscles as he
carefully placed his armor on the steel table. She thought his face was
something only a mother could love, but his body was unbelievable. Muscles
surged over his form, and when he turned his back on her and stretched she felt
unnerved. It didn’t matter that his skin was a different tone and texture; his
body was perfection. Ta’noj turned and growled at her. He sniffed the air
before letting out a soft trill. “Your scent is appealing.”
“My…scent?”
“We can smell pheromones,” he pointed to
his nose. “Males can tell when a female is in heat. Did I say or do something
to cause your scent to change?” He paused for a moment. “Your pulse is now
racing.”
“I was…” Jasmine started to blush causing
Ta’noj to tilt his head with interest. He could sense the heat that emanated
from her body across the room. He noticed her bright eyes darken.
“Are you embarrassed?” he trilled.
“Why don’t I just stay in Kuja’s room,”
Jasmine suggested.
“You are my responsibility, so you will
stay with me,” Ta’noj sighed when he watched her bite her lip. He didn’t know
if the meaning was the same, but whenever his mother had done this, it meant
she was worried about something. “It will only be for a few months. After that,
I do not know what will happen to me, but my clan will take very good care of
you.”
Jasmine’s thoughts were racing to keep up
with her pulse. “But Kuja said I will have to be someone’s mate,” Jasmine bit
her lip again before shaking her head in disbelief. “I do not see myself doing
that.” Jasmine found herself glancing at his groin area. For a moment, she
wondered if they were anatomically compatible. She heard from a friend that big
men came with small packages.
Ta’noj watched her eyes and as if reading
her thoughts, he answered her. “Do not worry, you will be satisfied.”
“Satisfied?” Jasmine was about to question Ta’noj about
his last remark, but before she could find her voice, he left the room.
The first night was awkward for Jasmine.
It seemed that Kuja was the only one who was willing to weather her endless
storm of questions. She was patient with Jasmine as they walked around the
ship, explaining everything to her in great detail. Jasmine was amazed at the
female attire she had been given. The smooth material felt so good against her
body, she wanted to lie down and go to sleep every time she got dressed.
It was then that she realized she hadn’t
had gotten much sleep since she met Ta’noj. She lay awake every night listening
to his nightmares, which consisted of soft roars and growls. At least, Jasmine
thought they were nightmares. She hoped that he didn’t always sleep that way.
She was only able to drift off to sleep when he started to purr. The sound was
so comforting. It was then she felt the need to cuddle up next to him, but she
remained on her side of the bed.
That night, Ta’noj roared angrily as he
jolted up from bed. Jasmine tried to scream when she felt his powerful hand go
around her neck. She furiously beat his chest, to no avail. Suddenly, Ta’noj
let her go. Jasmine fell out of the bed gasping for air.
“I am so sorry,” he said softly with
genuine regret in his voice. Ta’noj didn’t look at her. Instead, he covered his
face with his hands as he recalled his nightmare. “I dreamt I caught my
mother’s killer. He was still aboard my father’s ship. Jasmine, I am so sorry
for hurting you.”
He finally looked over at her. She was
looking at him like he was crazy, and he could see the red marks around her
neck. “I will sleep on the floor for the remainder of our journey.”
“No, Ta’noj,” she stopped him as she
thought about her mother. “It’s not your fault. Go back to sleep.” He nodded
towards her and lay down again.
Jasmine noticed he fell asleep as soon as
his eyes closed. She watched him sleep for a moment. Again, she began to hear
soft growls from his nightmares. His body twitched, and Jasmine assumed it was
because he was fighting. She shook her head sadly wondering how anyone could
live the way he did. For a moment, she almost felt sorry for him. Jasmine
scooted closer to Ta’noj and started to talk to him softly.
“It’s okay, Ta’noj. You no longer have to
fight. You will be all right.” Jasmine hesitated for a moment before touching
his cheek. His skin was moist and warm. “Think about the days your mother used
to train you at night. Do you remember her laugh? Do you remember how she
smiled?” Jasmine noticed his growls slowly subside. When he started to purr,
she leaned her head on his shoulder.
When Ta’noj woke up he immediately
noticed Jasmine’s head on his chest. He sighed before slowly pushing her away.
She noticed her head was on the pillow
and, the soft purring noise that had lulled her to sleep was gone. She looked
to see Ta’noj staring at her. “How did you sleep, Ta’noj?”
“Surprisingly well,” he nodded. “Why were
you touching me?”
“Your purr reminds me of my body massager
at home,” she chuckled. He grunted at her before walking out of the room.
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