The History of Tomorrow
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Category:
M through R › Predator
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
7,646
Reviews:
89
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Predator movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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The History of Tomorrow
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Authors note: I claim no ownership of the Predator franchise. Warning: Yautja/Ooman pairing, descriptions of sexual intercourse and murder/death, and bad language. I will be using some information previously stated in ‘The Ripple of a Stone’, if any questions, please email me. Pronunciations at bottom. Good reading!
E.M.
For a moment, the two didn’t say another word. Kella emotionlessly stares at Aja as he stands amongst the dead bodies of the gang. His waist length tresses were swinging, his breathing was deep from the earlier fight and his mask was glistening in the moon light. She had never seen anything or anyone that impressive in all her years. And at the same moment, Aja was thinking the same of her. From head to toe, Kella was covered in blood. Her white garments irreparably stained but Gods…She is so beautiful.
“Even if I ask why you are here, would you tell me?” Kella asks in a stock tone.
“No.” Aja barks. He was relieved she asked it like that, he would have had to tell her that he was watching. He is not a liar. Before Kella could stop him, Aja picks up the large male he just killed and starts to precisely cut open his back to take his spine and skull.
“And just what do you think you are doing?” She asks but never moves from her spot.
“Taking my trophy…” He trails off as the skull pops out of the surrounding skin with a sickening ‘slurp’.
“And just when did I invite you on this hunt?” Kella asks crossly. He should not have been here and he was not invited on the hunt so he is not allowed to take trophies unless she allows him to. But by the way she said it, Aja knew she wouldn’t allow him to and groans in displeasure at not being able to take the males skull. He was just about to get up and drop the head when Kella laughs at him. Ajas entire body shivers at the most beautiful sound he had ever heard and he slowly looks up to her. “I was kidding take as you see fit.” She laughs and Aja goes right back to placing his trophy in a mesh bag. He then walks up to the male that had threatened to rape Kella and grabs him by the throat to lift him to his eyes level. And for what seemed like to long to Aja, he wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t been there. What if this repulsive male had taken Kella? Hissing in disgust, Aja throws the body to the ground without taking his skull. He saw no need no to confirm to himself that he had killed the male. He didn’t do it by the hunt, he did it to save Kella, to keep her safe. He should tell her why he was here, why he had helped her. Aja sighs and turns around to where Kella had been standing…
But she was gone.
Half way between anger and panic, anger for Kella leaving and panic that she left, Aja starts roaming trough his sights until he sees her red form walking down a lone street. He sighs greatly before running after her, leaving the other kills behind. He didn’t want them, he wants someone else.
“Kella!” Aja roars from behind her and out of shock, she jumps a little. Kella turns right around and glares at Aja for scaring her.
“What?” She barks.
“You are injured.” Aja states matter-of-factly.
“So are you!” Kella spits back and points to his glowing forearm.
“I can handle my wounds.”
“And I can’t?” Kella raises her brows in anticipation for his answer, but he knew he was screwed either way. He has dealt with a few to many females when they were injured, and he just knows that no matter what he says, he’s in trouble.
“I am simply concerned.” Kella simply shakes her head in disbelieve and continues walking down to dark street. It seemed that every street in the Beta District was as grimy as this one. The street lights were all broken, the odd stench of mold and everything rank was strong. But she would be back in her district in an hour. She couldn’t exactly run because of her wound to her back. But she was headed to the healers so she should be fine for when she gets home. “Kella!” She stops to turn and look at him.
“What Aja, you are taking too much of my time and I need to go to the healers, as well as you.”
“I can heal my own wounds but I need to say something.”
“Like what?” Kella starts walking to him and Ajas heart starts to beat so fast he was sure it was going to come out of his chest. “Like why you were there? But wait, you said you wouldn’t answer me even if I asked so I am not going to ask it now. Or perhaps it’s a question? Like, why I was there? Or why I killed them but why would you care? They are nothing but Ooman scum. They deserved to die and I made sure of that to keep homeless children safe. I don’t even know why I am even talking to you!” Kella gives him a long grunt then crosses her arms, painfully, and waits for Aja to speak. But it would take a second because even he didn’t know what he wished to talk to her about. So for what seemed like an eternity to Aja, he stood there, towering over this female, with no thoughts in his head other then ‘she is stunning when she is angry’.
“Why did you wait?” Aja blurts when he finally remembered that Kella had waited to cut the line when he was chasing her.
“Wait, wait when?” Kella asks confused.
“I was running after you and you used hanging line as a rope. And you were going to cut it, but you waited. Why?”
“You came here just to ask me that?” She stares up into his unfeeling mask.
“No, I was just wondering why you waited. I was going to kill you but you waited until I was going to be safe for my landing. WHY?” Aja accidentally hisses.
“I didn’t want your life on my back.” Kella almost whispers. “And I didn’t want to kill you because of what you did to me.”
“What did I do to you?” Aja a little confused, he hadn’t done anything to her.
“That day when I was a child, you roared at me so wickedly.” Aja takes a small step back from her, he didn’t know she recognized him. But she did. “And I wouldn’t just allow you to die like that. Can I go now, my back is killing me.” Kella growls and Aja gets a little irritated at her attitude.
“I remember that day as well Kella. Do you wish to know what I said when I roared…” Aja starts to walk to her again and Kella begins to back away from him until she hits the wall of a building that lined the streets. Unknowingly, Aja starts to take off his mask, he only realized he was unmasked when he attaches it to his belt. But it was off now. And Kella couldn’t take her eyes away from his face. Before she had only a few seconds to see him but now Kella could take all of his face in. His eyes were still no unfeeling, to her at least. Aja was filled with a mix of anger and desire. A desire that he hadn’t felt in so many seasons. He was angry with himself for starting his sentence because now he had to finish it. And right at that moment, to see her against the wall as she was, he hadn’t wanted a female this bad since he became an Honored hunter and no longer needed to win females. They needed to win him. But he knew what he felt he shouldn’t be feeling. But he was. Aja places his hands on either side of her face and leans down so he was eye level with her. “I told my father to kill you.” At that very moment, Kellas eyes go so big that Ajas stops breathing. Even in the dim light of the street, her eye color completely entranced him. “But I am… relieved he didn’t listen to me.” Kella lets go of the breath she didn’t even know she was holding and smiles out of relief. And then Aja did the strangest thing. He raises a hand from the wall and gives Kella the middle finger. “What does this mean?” She gasps at the gesture and quickly grabs his giant hand with her miniscule ones to put his finger back down. Ajas eyes snap to where she was touching him and he could have sworn that his heart stopped beating for those few seconds that she was holding him.
“Don’t do that.” Kella says sternly and lets him go, to Ajas displeasure. “It means Ell-osde' pauk.” Aja instantly barks in surprise at the definition and Kella just had to laugh at his reaction. “And I am sorry for what I did.” She says sincerely, even giving him a bow of her head. But he wouldn’t have any of that and carefully lifts her head by way of her chin with a few of his fingers.
“It is alright.” Aja sighs. “But you must get to a healer. I can smell your blood as thick as it is. And I have been smelling to much of it lately.”
“This coming from the one to made me bleed as I did.” Kella genuinely laughs. Ajas entire body shivers from her sounds, it just made him so… It just made him feel so young. In all his seasons, he had never met a female that could do this to him. Her being Ooman be dammed. He wants her but he knew he can’t just grab her and take her. But he knew that he was going to do something stupid so he softly growls at himself and moves away from her to climb up the wall to the top of the roof. He wordlessly jumps over edge, leaving Kella there alone. She was just about to move away from her spot when she hears a soft thrill above her.
“And Kella…” Aja says after he leans over the rim of the building and waits for her to look up at him. “I hold no disgust for you.” He quickly dashes away again, disappearing past the edge and then he was gone.
“What the pauk does that mean?” Kella asks out loud. She really had to clue as to why he had said that. She shrugs it off and heads to her healer.
“Must you always come to me late in the night?” Healer Garvin scolds her as he cleans her back wound. “Do you have the weapon that made this?” He asks and Kella silently hands him the dagger she took as a trophy from the now deceased White Dragon. “At least this time it was not long. Less then five inches. But I am going to take it to test if it had been tipped in any poison because as we learned the last time, they are beginning to want you dead…Even more so then they did.” A while back, when Kella was just starting to become who she was, an old gang that she had completely disbanded would fight her with C’ntlip laced blades to make her addicted to the stuff. But they didn’t know that from a child she had been drinking it and it had made her relatively immune to it. But if she was hit with a longer blade, like the one the White Dragon hit her with, it might just make her. The healer then took a small sample of her blood and told her to wait for the results. And so Kella walks into the waiting room, after nodding to those already there, and sits down silently to think. But for a while, she didn’t really think of anything. She knew she had to wash her back lawn of the blood. Keenan would clean her house if it happened inside but he told her to clean her outside herself, it just happened to often. She made a mental note to call Andrew to make sure all the kids got there and she should go there to apologize to Aaron, if he’s awake. But soon her thoughts changed to Aja.
At that, Kella smiles out of no where.
What was it about him that made her smile? He seemed so distant to her while he was at her house but at the same time, he had touched her like he did. He looked at her like she was invisible. Like she was nothing to him and then he goes and does something like grab her hand purposely. He even killed a few of the gang members. But why would he even do anything like that? Come to think of it, Kella didn’t really know a lot about Aja. How old was he? Because he is the high Elders son so, he might be really old by Ooman years. Had he been to Acropolis before that day so many years ago? And how many times? Does he have family like the high Elder? What did he mean by ‘I hold no disgust for you’? Kella hadn’t said anything to him that would make him say that. Did she? Did she disrespect him some how? Did she make him feel like she felt that way? But she doesn’t feel like he is disgusted by her. She had never said that.
Wait, she did…
“’I could almost feel the disgust radiate off him…’” Kella whispers. A few of the others that were waiting look at her like she’s crazy but then again, they all ready thought that so she didn’t care. But what she did care about was what Aja had said about something she never said to him. She had said it to her Aunt but how would he have known unless he over heard her? Was he still in the house? No. He had left along with Bthm, Nth’ta and Elder Rhd. He was gone right? From her house yes, but not from around her house. What if he had been listening in on her conversations? What if he had been watching her?
That’s how he knew!
Aja had been watching and he followed her to the White Dragons place. That’s why he was there. He had been watching, listening to what she was doing since they left. How could she not have seen it? Or him? But why would he be watching her? He can’t hunt her. Kella shakes her head as too many questions come at once. But one of those many seemed to keep popping up, ‘what if he likes me?’ Suddenly, Kellas heart starts to beat faster then she ever thought it could. But why? Was she afraid? No. No, she’s not afraid. It was…exhilaration? Or was it the idea of him actually showing interest? Could it even be that he is Yautja that is making her heart beat wildly? What if it was everything? What if she wanted him to like her? What if she likes him? ‘Me? Having interest in a Yautja?’ Kella screams to herself. Her eyes go wide as she talks to herself, and the elderly lady sitting next to her starts to laugh.
“Who is he?” Her frail voice brakes Kellas thought.
“I beg your pardon?” Kella asks nicely.
“I know that look, that smile. Who is he?” Kella finally turns to the woman and she was the perfect picture of a grandmother. Short salt and pepper curly hair. Her aged skin gracefully showing every laugh line as she smiles.
“Well, I don’t really know him. I just met him today.” Kella says apprehensively.
“But he makes you smile as you do…” The old woman asks confused.
“Yeah, he does I guess. But he is so… I don’t know what to make of his actions. One minute he seems to detest me and the next he worries of my wellbeing. I don’t understand anything about him. I don’t even know anything about him.”
“Perhaps you should do the old ‘pigtail’ trick.” Kella tilts her head in question and the old woman laughs. “When I was young, and a boy liked me, he would pull on my pigtails like he didn’t like me. He would act mean and like he hated me but he would have a great interest with me. Perhaps you should wear your hair in pigtails to see what he will do.” Together the two laugh and Kella says she will try it.
“But I don’t even know if I like him.” Kella whispers.
“My mother once told me, that when I am doing the most mundane of tasks, when I am in the middle of a thought and just the image of the man, or the smell, or his voice or even a memory of him makes you stop and smile…You have something in you that wants him.” Kella sighs and silently nods to her with a soft smile.
“Kella.” Healer Garvin calls her and she stands to hear the usual news that she is fine but ‘the next time he will not make it so pleasant for her’. Before she leaves however, Kella walks back to the old woman and sits back next to her.
“What if a part of you is afraid of him?” Kella whispers to her and the old woman gently grabs Kellas hands.
“You have to ask what it is that makes you so afraid. Is it him or what you could be with him? Is it what he’s done or what you and him could do? Is it what he has said to you, or is it what he hasn’t said to you?” The old woman pauses to kiss Kella on her forehead. “Listen to me, Caretaker Kella, looking back, I have this to regret; that too often when I loved, I did not say so. I looked like you the day I meet the love of my life. I had questions, worries, doubts. But he would come to me with no real reason, he talked to me with no bases on which to start it. He would watch as I walked down a street alone, to be sure of my safety. He would call me out of the blue, just to see if I was ok, to see how I was feeling, to ask how my day was. I will pray that this man you met will be to you, what my Gregory was to me. Now go Caretaker Kella, you must rest to care for our District.” They said long goodbyes and Kella leaves the healers with her heart beating stronger then it’s ever been.
Was the old woman right?
Does Aja have an interest in her? But she’s Ooman… How could he? She needs to know if he watching though. Kella just wants to know, to find out if he is still by her house. So instead of walked right to her home, Kella stealthily goes around the surrounding houses by hers. First looking by any trees or any place she would have used, and then she checked the roofs.
And there he was…
Kella was stationed on a roof top of a house about a block away from her house, but she could clearly see Aja, crouched down and facing her home, on the top of old man Heller’s. Kella didn’t know why, but she thought that that was the creepiest and yet sweetest thing she had ever seen. She bites her lip as she smiles at the thought of him actually liking her. But he was not going to go unpunished for watching her. Kella wasn’t one to allow this, even though she kind of liked what he was doing, she was going to do something that if he did like her, well…he was either going to love it or hate it.
Aja had contemplated going back to the DropShip, where the other hunters would be right now during the Ooman night, unless they wished to hunt Ooman or even continue with the Bad Blood. Aja however decided he would continue with Kella. He ran rather slowly back to his perch, Kella had said she needed to go to the healers to mend her wound so it allowed him to take his time and fix his own injury. It was only a flash wound. He easily cauterized it will gel. Now, when ever he looked to the almost invisible scar, Kella would always pop into his mind. She was absolutely amazing tonight. He wouldn’t allow the picture of her standing with blood down her entire Ooman body leave him. The way she stood, even though she had an injury, she stood with such presence, a command over her District, to keep it safe, to keep homeless children safe. But why would Oomans allow their pups to go without a home? Surly they had somewhere to go to, someone to take them in? Kella helped them though. They will be safe in her care.
Aja was ripped from his thoughts when he sees Kella turning the corner to her street. She was still wearing her blood soaked garment but she had a clean bandage on her back for her wound. Her face was emotionless, she was simply walking to her home. Aja finally activates his cloak, he had forgotten to put it on again after he left Kellas side. This female makes him forget the most basic rules of any Yautja. He had lost his train of thought while chasing her and nearly died because of it. He could have fallen and broken something to kill him, or worse, force him to stop hunting. And even now, he was thinking of her so completely that he had forgotten to cloak after he left her. And his mask! He swiftly attaches it back on while inwardly cursing himself for being so daft. But, Aja smiles as he tells himself that she is worthy to make him loose his thought. Within a minute, Kella was at her door and Aja changes his sight to look at her heat signature. For a moment, she lingers at the door, then quickly heads up the stairs.
Kella didn’t know what was going on with her. She had stopped at the door to breathe. As she turned the corner to her street, she could feel this sudden jolt in her abdomen, like someone had just punched her but it was a good hit. Even as she rested at the door, Kella knew, she just knew that Aja was watching her and she was excited, nervous, tense. But not just that…
Aroused.
Kellas legs could barely hold her as she climbs the stairs. She had to hold on to the wall to make it up to her room and when she did she collapses on her bed. But she had do exact her revenge. She wouldn’t just sleep, she couldn’t just sleep knowing that a Yautja was watching her. Knowing that Aja was watching her. She knew what she had to do to properly punish Aja, and so with a happy grunt Kella gets off her bed and goes into her bathroom to change into her sleeping cloths, which she decided on a very tiny pair of white underwear and a short white tank top. She quickly tosses the bloodied cloths into the trash and heads for the door, but before she walks out, Kella does as about face and walks to her mirror. She laughs slightly as she braids her hair in pigtails, tying them with white elastics. Kella stops at the door to make sure she makes this seem as natural as possible. With a straight face, Kella walks to the wall with the large window, which she usually slept with the drapes closed, but for tonight she will do something a little different. Kella lazily opens the long white curtains to reveal herself to the world…
And to Aja.
He watched her go into the other room without any worry, he even watched her come to a wall and move something but because he was still in his thermal sight with him mask he didn’t see what Kella wished him to. That is, until he remembered about the white fabric around her room which she must have moved, and he immediately changed back to his normal sight. And when he did, he nearly fell over. Aja had to hold onto the ledge of the building to keep himself from toppling to the ground. She was bare except for her undergarments. And another thing he by no means noticed, which he had never been more thankful for in his entire life, was how large her windows were. He could see her entire room from his vantage point and he would have patted himself on the back for his good fortune if he didn’t know he would have fallen down if he did.
Kella whimpers softly as she wonders what Aja is thinking. Wondering if he likes what he sees. Wondering if he feels the same jerking in her stomach, that same burning between her legs…But she had to keep herself calm, she had a job to do and when she sets her mind on a task, she will do it no matter what. Leaving the lights on to her bedroom, Kella leisurely walks back down to the main room, where she had been reading before, and enters after turning on the lights. For a moment, Kella looks for her book she had dropped when she heard the people around her house but she soon finds it on the floor by her couch. But after she grasps it in her hands, and stands tall, Kella pretends to loose her grip of it a lets it fall back down. But this time as she goes for it, Kella turns around and bends at her waist to give Aja a perfect view of her bottom.
Now Aja fell over.
Every single muscle in his body seemed to have gone numb and he fell, with Ajas gratitude to Paya, backwards onto the roof and not forwards to the street. Falling with a held in grunt, Aja quickly gets back up to sit on his feet but as he looks back to her, she was gone from the main floor and back into her room. She enters calmly and lies on top of her covers to continue reading the material she had begun before she was interrupted. She seemed so tranquil on her bed, she looked pure as she was surrounded by white.
But she was anything but tranquil. Kella hadn’t read a single word since she got onto her bed. She may have been looking at a word, and she may have been tying with all her might to read it but she couldn’t stop thinking about Aja. As she stares onto the page, Ajas stunning face would be there. His three scars across his right side were so handsome. They made him look so tough, so rugged and masculine. Without warning, her whole body quivers at the memory of him touching her. She exhales a trembling breath and closes her eyes, chanting ‘get a grip. He’s Yautja. Mm…he’s Yautja’. Again her whole body shudders.
‘Is she cold?’ Aja thinks. Her body seemed to shake like she was to cold in her room. Perhaps she should get under the covers, to warm up. Settling into his spot, Aja sits on his bottom to wait for her to sleep. He may even stay longer to watch her. He didn’t need sleep like she does and wouldn’t need it for another two Ooman nights, if that. So for now he was content with watching her read on her giant bed. For a moment, Aja wondered what it would feel like to be in that bed, to be with her in that bed…
Unconsciously, Aja purrs at the thought…
The idea of having his hands on her body. To see her naked form again. To hear her laugh…to hear her moan again. But not in pain, no not in pain.
Kella couldn’t take just sitting any longer. She hadn’t read a word in who knows how long and she needed to get some sleep. With a sigh, Kella places her book on the top of her head board, which was a thick piece of wood that had many small drawers and such and even a small screen for her clock that could be used as a view screen as well. She told Ken to turn off the lights and with that Kella snuggles under the covers. Imagining the embrace of the sheets was actually a Yautja holding her as she fell asleep. Imagining that it was Aja holding her.
That night, Kella dreamt of him. She couldn’t really see a clear image, but she knew it was a ‘good’ dream. She could feel it in her heart and soul that it was wonderful, despite the fact she couldn’t remember it. She just knew that it was sensual, erotic, and magnificent. In the wee hours of the morning, Kella woke from her ecstasy and she could feel just how aroused she was. She was burning from the inside out and it was fantastic! She must have been awake for another hour just thinking about him. She knew now that the old woman was right about stopping what ever she was going just to smile about him. Because she woke from her dreams to think of him. To think of Aja. Over and over she would hear his deep, sultry voice in her head. ‘But I am…relieved he didn’t listen to me’… Maybe he did like her. One thing was for sure though,
Kella liked him…
When the Ooman sun rose, Aja was still at his perch and was watching intently trough the whole night. She seemed to have been in pain. Perhaps from her back? She was writhing uncontrollably under her covers, on an off she would whimper from an unknown cause. While she had stopped moving in such a way late in the night, it was still worrying Aja. And when the sun rose, allowing him to see her room perfectly, he became even more worried. Aja jumps to his feet when he unmistakably sees blood on her white bed sheets, it was obvious to him that Kellas back was clearly not healed well and she had begun to bleed during the night. He should have been watching more intently and he would have been able to see it. He should have gone to her. To be sure that she was healed.
Before Aja could stop himself, he jumps down from his perch and runs over to her home. With all his strength, Aja propels himself up to the overhanging terrace and lifts himself to walk through the open door to her room. And for the second time, Aja was looking around the white area which a silent laugh. But soon his eyes fell onto the sleeping form of the female who seemed to awaken such need and want in him, Aja slowly stalks to her as she was sleeping to one side more then the other. Aja kneels down to be at eye level with her and right at that moment, Aja had never felt more clam. He never felt so peaceful, tranquil, serene. She had her hair done strangle in two separate rings, but a few stray hairs fell from their hold and onto her face.
Someone was in her room.
Kella could feel that someone was in her room again and her first thought was that some gang members from the now extinct White Dragon gang was there to even the score. But as to how many were in here, she had to idea. But what she did know, what she felt, was that one of them was right by her side, right in her face. She needed to do something, anything. What if this person was going to kill her right then and there and she was simply pretending to sleep. No. She wasn’t going to let this happen. But she didn’t have any weapons up here. She had put them all back in the armory for the night and had forgotten to keep her usual ones hanging off her headboard. Pauk she is stupid.
Before Aja could react, Kella uses the large white bed sheet to wrap around Ajas sitting figure. She pulls it up and off the bed and expertly shoves it over him like the blanket that it is and once it was on him, Kella kicks him right in the head and Aja flies backwards to his back. If Kella had just stayed for a moment longer, she would have seen the pair of Yautja feet sticking out of the bottom of the sheets. She would have known it was a Yautja, and she would have seen it to be Aja when he quickly tore it off of him. But she didn’t. Once she kicked him, Kella rolls off her bed and out of her room. Running so fast that she nearly fell as she dashes down the stairs. Aja wasn’t too far behind her, the sheet was no match for his wrist blades. He was on his feet in a second, chasing Kella both on instinct and to make sure she was ok. He rushes out of her room and down the stares only to see Kella opening a hidden door way and go inside. To save time, Aja simply jumps over the railing of the stairs and lands in front of the now clear door way. Cautiously, Aja opens the door wider only to see a few metal steps that turned to the right after about four or five steps. As his first foot fell to follow her, the metal step groans under his weight but still held him well. He turns the corner to see even more stairs but at the base was an open wood door. Now going faster, Aja bursts trough the door, not knowing what was on the other side.
But he was pleasantly surprised.
Kella ran as fast as she could to the far end of the room where she had all of her long blades. But just as she reached the wall, she heard the door open behind her. Her heart began to beat in fear as her back was turned to her intruder so, after grabbing two long knives, Kella twists around to see none other then Aja. But he was just standing there, head turned to the right, staring at her prized weapons behind glass. Kella relaxes a little, but still unsure of what was going on.
Aja on the other hand didn’t care that Kella was standing there with weapons. The first thing he saw as he walked into Kella now apparent weapons room, was an entire wall covered with a sheet of glass and behind that were Ooman weapons, some he had seen and some he had never seen before. Turning full onto the display, he walks a little closer until one of his hands was resting against the glass as he gawks at the arsenal.
“Now I am going to ask, why are you here?” Kella, sounding a little angry, walks closer to Aja but he doesn’t answer. “Aja?” Kella says with even more annoyance in her words. But still, the Yautja does not answer. “Do I need to make you bleed for you to talk to me, Yautja?” She practically screams. Only after being called ‘Yautja’ did Aja turn to her.
“What’s that?” Aja asks while pointing to an old Ooman metal weapon that hung from the wall that he was too familiar with.
“I asked you first, why are you here?” Kella walks closer to Aja, until she was right beside him. Seemingly forgetting that he had been watching her or of her punishment for it.
“I will answer when you tell me about that weapon.” Aja looks down to her and for the second time in his life, his eyes go wide in surprise under his mask at her almost naked form. Groaning in anger, Kella walks back to the door that Aja had just come trough because beside it lay a small panel on the wall. With a quick flip of a switch, the long glass wall begins to pull away, giving Aja access to the weapon in question. Slowly, Aja creeps up to it, trying to keep down memories of being impaled with the metal projectiles that came from this weapon. It had been so many seasons ago that he came to this planet for a hunt with a few fellow Young Bloods. He came down with them like any other time, it was a smooth hunt until the jungle setting they were hunting in became the seen to some unknown Ooman war. Males dressed in clothing to match the jungles environment began to kill other Oomans with the same weapon before him. And instantly all the attending hunters saw the strong Oomans as an opportunity. Within five minutes, all but one of the Oomans was dead from the onslaught of the jungle wearing males. There were plenty of the assulting males to go around but one had Ajas eye. Large, tall and massive. But seemingly light on his feet. Perfect pray. Before the Ooman sun went down, the other hunters were pleased with their trophies, but Aja had yet to even engage with the one he clamed. For the whole Ooman night, Aja staked the male. But what Aja didn’t know, was that the Ooman was on to him. He knew that Aja was hunting him. So Aja, both literally and figuratively, didn’t know what hit him.
Suddenly, the five circular wounds on his chest began to itch at his memory. But after it was all said and done, Aja came out with a prized skull and wonderful a story to tell. But it was this weapon, this Ooman weapon that had nearly cost him his life. Even after he killed the Ooman male, and had gone to the DropShip, the metal fragments were still in him and a few still remain to this day. But he had no idea such an odd weapon could cause such damage to his body. While on the outside, five small holes were present. On the inside, they had wound his internal organs, muscle, bone, everything. But he survived.
“This is a Barrett M107 Rifle.” Kella answers while squeezing in between Aja and the wall. She takes one of her ancient Ooman guns from its place to properly show it to Aja. “Also known as an M82, .50 caliber ammunition, range of 1,500 meters, effective against many types of targets, including enemy personnel, vehicles and parked aircraft, 10X telescopic sight and bipod and a 10-round semi-automatic action lets the shooter lock in on a target through multiple trigger pulls.” Aja had no idea of what she just said, but was interested none the less. Kella expertly takes out the magazine, the part of the gun that holds all the bullets, and shows them to Aja. “It shoots out there metal things called bullets into someone.”
“I know.” Aja hisses. “I still have a few of them in me.” Kella slowly looks into Ajas mask, understanding why he wished to know about it.
“It was used in the 21st century. Before Yautja rule. But every now and then you will find someone using it. I acquired it by way of a hired killer, an assassin, who tired to kill me. You, dear Aja, are not the only one to be hit by one of these.” Kella points to a recognizable scar on her thigh. “He missed.” Kella laughs. Aja was strangely quiet during her tirade. While his memories of that day made him angry, the moment Kella began to talk, he was lost. He was hanging on every word she was saying, regardless of knowing what she said. But he definitely recognized her scar on her leg. It was the same as his and her skin carried it well, like his. “Now are you going to tell me why you are in my house?” Kella asks after placing the gun back to its place.
“I came to check on you.” Aja half told the truth. “You were injured and now I can see you were healed improperly.” He points to her back and Kella growls to herself as she sees her back covered in her own blood.
“My stitches must have opened during the night.” Instantly Kella freezes at her recollection of the previous nights dream. While she couldn’t piece it all together, she remembers that it was a ‘good’ dream and that she even woke in the middle of the night just to think of him. ‘Came to check on her’, he was watching her!
“Do you need help to mend it?” Aja asks before he can stop himself.
“No thank you. But you can get out of my house.” Aja was a little insulted at her tone of voice but he would listen to her. Slowly, Aja began to walk away and Kella was right behind him to lead him to the door. “Next time, just knock on the door or wake me, or roar, just something, and then ask to come in, alright?” She says as they get to the door. Within an instant, Aja cloaks but does not leave when Kella opens the door. “What now?” She asks a little embarrassed about how she acted the night before and knowing what she had done to him.
“You are unlike any female I have ever met. That room is like nothing I have ever seen. And you are unlike any Ooman, ever.” Kella, not knowing what to think, just stands idly by the door with her mouth open. Aja smirks under his mask at her bewilderment, he was just about to leave when his eyes caught sight of her hair again. Oomans have such odd traditions. They never stick with a style. Without warning, Aja casually closes the distance between him and Kella and the next thing she knew, one of her long braids were being picked up by an invisible hand. “Oomans have such strange ways to bind their hair.” Aja says softly. But still, Kella was silent in her awestruck trance. She was staring up into the blur of air when Aja unexpectedly tugs on the braid he was holding. Her head barely moved at the gentle gesture but she felt it.
With out another word, Aja was gone and Kella impulsively closes the door behind him. It took a second, but Kella gasps as she realizes,
‘He pulled my pigtail…’
Authors Note: I know I had said that the story was going to get steamy by chapter four, which is this one, I found myself leaving it unfinished for days and I know when that happens, I won’t write any more because inside I thought the chapter was done at that point. So here it is. But I promise you that you will not be disappointed in chapter five.
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Guidance
Authors note: I claim no ownership of the Predator franchise. Warning: Yautja/Ooman pairing, descriptions of sexual intercourse and murder/death, and bad language. I will be using some information previously stated in ‘The Ripple of a Stone’, if any questions, please email me. Pronunciations at bottom. Good reading!
E.M.
For a moment, the two didn’t say another word. Kella emotionlessly stares at Aja as he stands amongst the dead bodies of the gang. His waist length tresses were swinging, his breathing was deep from the earlier fight and his mask was glistening in the moon light. She had never seen anything or anyone that impressive in all her years. And at the same moment, Aja was thinking the same of her. From head to toe, Kella was covered in blood. Her white garments irreparably stained but Gods…She is so beautiful.
“Even if I ask why you are here, would you tell me?” Kella asks in a stock tone.
“No.” Aja barks. He was relieved she asked it like that, he would have had to tell her that he was watching. He is not a liar. Before Kella could stop him, Aja picks up the large male he just killed and starts to precisely cut open his back to take his spine and skull.
“And just what do you think you are doing?” She asks but never moves from her spot.
“Taking my trophy…” He trails off as the skull pops out of the surrounding skin with a sickening ‘slurp’.
“And just when did I invite you on this hunt?” Kella asks crossly. He should not have been here and he was not invited on the hunt so he is not allowed to take trophies unless she allows him to. But by the way she said it, Aja knew she wouldn’t allow him to and groans in displeasure at not being able to take the males skull. He was just about to get up and drop the head when Kella laughs at him. Ajas entire body shivers at the most beautiful sound he had ever heard and he slowly looks up to her. “I was kidding take as you see fit.” She laughs and Aja goes right back to placing his trophy in a mesh bag. He then walks up to the male that had threatened to rape Kella and grabs him by the throat to lift him to his eyes level. And for what seemed like to long to Aja, he wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t been there. What if this repulsive male had taken Kella? Hissing in disgust, Aja throws the body to the ground without taking his skull. He saw no need no to confirm to himself that he had killed the male. He didn’t do it by the hunt, he did it to save Kella, to keep her safe. He should tell her why he was here, why he had helped her. Aja sighs and turns around to where Kella had been standing…
But she was gone.
Half way between anger and panic, anger for Kella leaving and panic that she left, Aja starts roaming trough his sights until he sees her red form walking down a lone street. He sighs greatly before running after her, leaving the other kills behind. He didn’t want them, he wants someone else.
“Kella!” Aja roars from behind her and out of shock, she jumps a little. Kella turns right around and glares at Aja for scaring her.
“What?” She barks.
“You are injured.” Aja states matter-of-factly.
“So are you!” Kella spits back and points to his glowing forearm.
“I can handle my wounds.”
“And I can’t?” Kella raises her brows in anticipation for his answer, but he knew he was screwed either way. He has dealt with a few to many females when they were injured, and he just knows that no matter what he says, he’s in trouble.
“I am simply concerned.” Kella simply shakes her head in disbelieve and continues walking down to dark street. It seemed that every street in the Beta District was as grimy as this one. The street lights were all broken, the odd stench of mold and everything rank was strong. But she would be back in her district in an hour. She couldn’t exactly run because of her wound to her back. But she was headed to the healers so she should be fine for when she gets home. “Kella!” She stops to turn and look at him.
“What Aja, you are taking too much of my time and I need to go to the healers, as well as you.”
“I can heal my own wounds but I need to say something.”
“Like what?” Kella starts walking to him and Ajas heart starts to beat so fast he was sure it was going to come out of his chest. “Like why you were there? But wait, you said you wouldn’t answer me even if I asked so I am not going to ask it now. Or perhaps it’s a question? Like, why I was there? Or why I killed them but why would you care? They are nothing but Ooman scum. They deserved to die and I made sure of that to keep homeless children safe. I don’t even know why I am even talking to you!” Kella gives him a long grunt then crosses her arms, painfully, and waits for Aja to speak. But it would take a second because even he didn’t know what he wished to talk to her about. So for what seemed like an eternity to Aja, he stood there, towering over this female, with no thoughts in his head other then ‘she is stunning when she is angry’.
“Why did you wait?” Aja blurts when he finally remembered that Kella had waited to cut the line when he was chasing her.
“Wait, wait when?” Kella asks confused.
“I was running after you and you used hanging line as a rope. And you were going to cut it, but you waited. Why?”
“You came here just to ask me that?” She stares up into his unfeeling mask.
“No, I was just wondering why you waited. I was going to kill you but you waited until I was going to be safe for my landing. WHY?” Aja accidentally hisses.
“I didn’t want your life on my back.” Kella almost whispers. “And I didn’t want to kill you because of what you did to me.”
“What did I do to you?” Aja a little confused, he hadn’t done anything to her.
“That day when I was a child, you roared at me so wickedly.” Aja takes a small step back from her, he didn’t know she recognized him. But she did. “And I wouldn’t just allow you to die like that. Can I go now, my back is killing me.” Kella growls and Aja gets a little irritated at her attitude.
“I remember that day as well Kella. Do you wish to know what I said when I roared…” Aja starts to walk to her again and Kella begins to back away from him until she hits the wall of a building that lined the streets. Unknowingly, Aja starts to take off his mask, he only realized he was unmasked when he attaches it to his belt. But it was off now. And Kella couldn’t take her eyes away from his face. Before she had only a few seconds to see him but now Kella could take all of his face in. His eyes were still no unfeeling, to her at least. Aja was filled with a mix of anger and desire. A desire that he hadn’t felt in so many seasons. He was angry with himself for starting his sentence because now he had to finish it. And right at that moment, to see her against the wall as she was, he hadn’t wanted a female this bad since he became an Honored hunter and no longer needed to win females. They needed to win him. But he knew what he felt he shouldn’t be feeling. But he was. Aja places his hands on either side of her face and leans down so he was eye level with her. “I told my father to kill you.” At that very moment, Kellas eyes go so big that Ajas stops breathing. Even in the dim light of the street, her eye color completely entranced him. “But I am… relieved he didn’t listen to me.” Kella lets go of the breath she didn’t even know she was holding and smiles out of relief. And then Aja did the strangest thing. He raises a hand from the wall and gives Kella the middle finger. “What does this mean?” She gasps at the gesture and quickly grabs his giant hand with her miniscule ones to put his finger back down. Ajas eyes snap to where she was touching him and he could have sworn that his heart stopped beating for those few seconds that she was holding him.
“Don’t do that.” Kella says sternly and lets him go, to Ajas displeasure. “It means Ell-osde' pauk.” Aja instantly barks in surprise at the definition and Kella just had to laugh at his reaction. “And I am sorry for what I did.” She says sincerely, even giving him a bow of her head. But he wouldn’t have any of that and carefully lifts her head by way of her chin with a few of his fingers.
“It is alright.” Aja sighs. “But you must get to a healer. I can smell your blood as thick as it is. And I have been smelling to much of it lately.”
“This coming from the one to made me bleed as I did.” Kella genuinely laughs. Ajas entire body shivers from her sounds, it just made him so… It just made him feel so young. In all his seasons, he had never met a female that could do this to him. Her being Ooman be dammed. He wants her but he knew he can’t just grab her and take her. But he knew that he was going to do something stupid so he softly growls at himself and moves away from her to climb up the wall to the top of the roof. He wordlessly jumps over edge, leaving Kella there alone. She was just about to move away from her spot when she hears a soft thrill above her.
“And Kella…” Aja says after he leans over the rim of the building and waits for her to look up at him. “I hold no disgust for you.” He quickly dashes away again, disappearing past the edge and then he was gone.
“What the pauk does that mean?” Kella asks out loud. She really had to clue as to why he had said that. She shrugs it off and heads to her healer.
“Must you always come to me late in the night?” Healer Garvin scolds her as he cleans her back wound. “Do you have the weapon that made this?” He asks and Kella silently hands him the dagger she took as a trophy from the now deceased White Dragon. “At least this time it was not long. Less then five inches. But I am going to take it to test if it had been tipped in any poison because as we learned the last time, they are beginning to want you dead…Even more so then they did.” A while back, when Kella was just starting to become who she was, an old gang that she had completely disbanded would fight her with C’ntlip laced blades to make her addicted to the stuff. But they didn’t know that from a child she had been drinking it and it had made her relatively immune to it. But if she was hit with a longer blade, like the one the White Dragon hit her with, it might just make her. The healer then took a small sample of her blood and told her to wait for the results. And so Kella walks into the waiting room, after nodding to those already there, and sits down silently to think. But for a while, she didn’t really think of anything. She knew she had to wash her back lawn of the blood. Keenan would clean her house if it happened inside but he told her to clean her outside herself, it just happened to often. She made a mental note to call Andrew to make sure all the kids got there and she should go there to apologize to Aaron, if he’s awake. But soon her thoughts changed to Aja.
At that, Kella smiles out of no where.
What was it about him that made her smile? He seemed so distant to her while he was at her house but at the same time, he had touched her like he did. He looked at her like she was invisible. Like she was nothing to him and then he goes and does something like grab her hand purposely. He even killed a few of the gang members. But why would he even do anything like that? Come to think of it, Kella didn’t really know a lot about Aja. How old was he? Because he is the high Elders son so, he might be really old by Ooman years. Had he been to Acropolis before that day so many years ago? And how many times? Does he have family like the high Elder? What did he mean by ‘I hold no disgust for you’? Kella hadn’t said anything to him that would make him say that. Did she? Did she disrespect him some how? Did she make him feel like she felt that way? But she doesn’t feel like he is disgusted by her. She had never said that.
Wait, she did…
“’I could almost feel the disgust radiate off him…’” Kella whispers. A few of the others that were waiting look at her like she’s crazy but then again, they all ready thought that so she didn’t care. But what she did care about was what Aja had said about something she never said to him. She had said it to her Aunt but how would he have known unless he over heard her? Was he still in the house? No. He had left along with Bthm, Nth’ta and Elder Rhd. He was gone right? From her house yes, but not from around her house. What if he had been listening in on her conversations? What if he had been watching her?
That’s how he knew!
Aja had been watching and he followed her to the White Dragons place. That’s why he was there. He had been watching, listening to what she was doing since they left. How could she not have seen it? Or him? But why would he be watching her? He can’t hunt her. Kella shakes her head as too many questions come at once. But one of those many seemed to keep popping up, ‘what if he likes me?’ Suddenly, Kellas heart starts to beat faster then she ever thought it could. But why? Was she afraid? No. No, she’s not afraid. It was…exhilaration? Or was it the idea of him actually showing interest? Could it even be that he is Yautja that is making her heart beat wildly? What if it was everything? What if she wanted him to like her? What if she likes him? ‘Me? Having interest in a Yautja?’ Kella screams to herself. Her eyes go wide as she talks to herself, and the elderly lady sitting next to her starts to laugh.
“Who is he?” Her frail voice brakes Kellas thought.
“I beg your pardon?” Kella asks nicely.
“I know that look, that smile. Who is he?” Kella finally turns to the woman and she was the perfect picture of a grandmother. Short salt and pepper curly hair. Her aged skin gracefully showing every laugh line as she smiles.
“Well, I don’t really know him. I just met him today.” Kella says apprehensively.
“But he makes you smile as you do…” The old woman asks confused.
“Yeah, he does I guess. But he is so… I don’t know what to make of his actions. One minute he seems to detest me and the next he worries of my wellbeing. I don’t understand anything about him. I don’t even know anything about him.”
“Perhaps you should do the old ‘pigtail’ trick.” Kella tilts her head in question and the old woman laughs. “When I was young, and a boy liked me, he would pull on my pigtails like he didn’t like me. He would act mean and like he hated me but he would have a great interest with me. Perhaps you should wear your hair in pigtails to see what he will do.” Together the two laugh and Kella says she will try it.
“But I don’t even know if I like him.” Kella whispers.
“My mother once told me, that when I am doing the most mundane of tasks, when I am in the middle of a thought and just the image of the man, or the smell, or his voice or even a memory of him makes you stop and smile…You have something in you that wants him.” Kella sighs and silently nods to her with a soft smile.
“Kella.” Healer Garvin calls her and she stands to hear the usual news that she is fine but ‘the next time he will not make it so pleasant for her’. Before she leaves however, Kella walks back to the old woman and sits back next to her.
“What if a part of you is afraid of him?” Kella whispers to her and the old woman gently grabs Kellas hands.
“You have to ask what it is that makes you so afraid. Is it him or what you could be with him? Is it what he’s done or what you and him could do? Is it what he has said to you, or is it what he hasn’t said to you?” The old woman pauses to kiss Kella on her forehead. “Listen to me, Caretaker Kella, looking back, I have this to regret; that too often when I loved, I did not say so. I looked like you the day I meet the love of my life. I had questions, worries, doubts. But he would come to me with no real reason, he talked to me with no bases on which to start it. He would watch as I walked down a street alone, to be sure of my safety. He would call me out of the blue, just to see if I was ok, to see how I was feeling, to ask how my day was. I will pray that this man you met will be to you, what my Gregory was to me. Now go Caretaker Kella, you must rest to care for our District.” They said long goodbyes and Kella leaves the healers with her heart beating stronger then it’s ever been.
Was the old woman right?
Does Aja have an interest in her? But she’s Ooman… How could he? She needs to know if he watching though. Kella just wants to know, to find out if he is still by her house. So instead of walked right to her home, Kella stealthily goes around the surrounding houses by hers. First looking by any trees or any place she would have used, and then she checked the roofs.
And there he was…
Kella was stationed on a roof top of a house about a block away from her house, but she could clearly see Aja, crouched down and facing her home, on the top of old man Heller’s. Kella didn’t know why, but she thought that that was the creepiest and yet sweetest thing she had ever seen. She bites her lip as she smiles at the thought of him actually liking her. But he was not going to go unpunished for watching her. Kella wasn’t one to allow this, even though she kind of liked what he was doing, she was going to do something that if he did like her, well…he was either going to love it or hate it.
Aja had contemplated going back to the DropShip, where the other hunters would be right now during the Ooman night, unless they wished to hunt Ooman or even continue with the Bad Blood. Aja however decided he would continue with Kella. He ran rather slowly back to his perch, Kella had said she needed to go to the healers to mend her wound so it allowed him to take his time and fix his own injury. It was only a flash wound. He easily cauterized it will gel. Now, when ever he looked to the almost invisible scar, Kella would always pop into his mind. She was absolutely amazing tonight. He wouldn’t allow the picture of her standing with blood down her entire Ooman body leave him. The way she stood, even though she had an injury, she stood with such presence, a command over her District, to keep it safe, to keep homeless children safe. But why would Oomans allow their pups to go without a home? Surly they had somewhere to go to, someone to take them in? Kella helped them though. They will be safe in her care.
Aja was ripped from his thoughts when he sees Kella turning the corner to her street. She was still wearing her blood soaked garment but she had a clean bandage on her back for her wound. Her face was emotionless, she was simply walking to her home. Aja finally activates his cloak, he had forgotten to put it on again after he left Kellas side. This female makes him forget the most basic rules of any Yautja. He had lost his train of thought while chasing her and nearly died because of it. He could have fallen and broken something to kill him, or worse, force him to stop hunting. And even now, he was thinking of her so completely that he had forgotten to cloak after he left her. And his mask! He swiftly attaches it back on while inwardly cursing himself for being so daft. But, Aja smiles as he tells himself that she is worthy to make him loose his thought. Within a minute, Kella was at her door and Aja changes his sight to look at her heat signature. For a moment, she lingers at the door, then quickly heads up the stairs.
Kella didn’t know what was going on with her. She had stopped at the door to breathe. As she turned the corner to her street, she could feel this sudden jolt in her abdomen, like someone had just punched her but it was a good hit. Even as she rested at the door, Kella knew, she just knew that Aja was watching her and she was excited, nervous, tense. But not just that…
Aroused.
Kellas legs could barely hold her as she climbs the stairs. She had to hold on to the wall to make it up to her room and when she did she collapses on her bed. But she had do exact her revenge. She wouldn’t just sleep, she couldn’t just sleep knowing that a Yautja was watching her. Knowing that Aja was watching her. She knew what she had to do to properly punish Aja, and so with a happy grunt Kella gets off her bed and goes into her bathroom to change into her sleeping cloths, which she decided on a very tiny pair of white underwear and a short white tank top. She quickly tosses the bloodied cloths into the trash and heads for the door, but before she walks out, Kella does as about face and walks to her mirror. She laughs slightly as she braids her hair in pigtails, tying them with white elastics. Kella stops at the door to make sure she makes this seem as natural as possible. With a straight face, Kella walks to the wall with the large window, which she usually slept with the drapes closed, but for tonight she will do something a little different. Kella lazily opens the long white curtains to reveal herself to the world…
And to Aja.
He watched her go into the other room without any worry, he even watched her come to a wall and move something but because he was still in his thermal sight with him mask he didn’t see what Kella wished him to. That is, until he remembered about the white fabric around her room which she must have moved, and he immediately changed back to his normal sight. And when he did, he nearly fell over. Aja had to hold onto the ledge of the building to keep himself from toppling to the ground. She was bare except for her undergarments. And another thing he by no means noticed, which he had never been more thankful for in his entire life, was how large her windows were. He could see her entire room from his vantage point and he would have patted himself on the back for his good fortune if he didn’t know he would have fallen down if he did.
Kella whimpers softly as she wonders what Aja is thinking. Wondering if he likes what he sees. Wondering if he feels the same jerking in her stomach, that same burning between her legs…But she had to keep herself calm, she had a job to do and when she sets her mind on a task, she will do it no matter what. Leaving the lights on to her bedroom, Kella leisurely walks back down to the main room, where she had been reading before, and enters after turning on the lights. For a moment, Kella looks for her book she had dropped when she heard the people around her house but she soon finds it on the floor by her couch. But after she grasps it in her hands, and stands tall, Kella pretends to loose her grip of it a lets it fall back down. But this time as she goes for it, Kella turns around and bends at her waist to give Aja a perfect view of her bottom.
Now Aja fell over.
Every single muscle in his body seemed to have gone numb and he fell, with Ajas gratitude to Paya, backwards onto the roof and not forwards to the street. Falling with a held in grunt, Aja quickly gets back up to sit on his feet but as he looks back to her, she was gone from the main floor and back into her room. She enters calmly and lies on top of her covers to continue reading the material she had begun before she was interrupted. She seemed so tranquil on her bed, she looked pure as she was surrounded by white.
But she was anything but tranquil. Kella hadn’t read a single word since she got onto her bed. She may have been looking at a word, and she may have been tying with all her might to read it but she couldn’t stop thinking about Aja. As she stares onto the page, Ajas stunning face would be there. His three scars across his right side were so handsome. They made him look so tough, so rugged and masculine. Without warning, her whole body quivers at the memory of him touching her. She exhales a trembling breath and closes her eyes, chanting ‘get a grip. He’s Yautja. Mm…he’s Yautja’. Again her whole body shudders.
‘Is she cold?’ Aja thinks. Her body seemed to shake like she was to cold in her room. Perhaps she should get under the covers, to warm up. Settling into his spot, Aja sits on his bottom to wait for her to sleep. He may even stay longer to watch her. He didn’t need sleep like she does and wouldn’t need it for another two Ooman nights, if that. So for now he was content with watching her read on her giant bed. For a moment, Aja wondered what it would feel like to be in that bed, to be with her in that bed…
Unconsciously, Aja purrs at the thought…
The idea of having his hands on her body. To see her naked form again. To hear her laugh…to hear her moan again. But not in pain, no not in pain.
Kella couldn’t take just sitting any longer. She hadn’t read a word in who knows how long and she needed to get some sleep. With a sigh, Kella places her book on the top of her head board, which was a thick piece of wood that had many small drawers and such and even a small screen for her clock that could be used as a view screen as well. She told Ken to turn off the lights and with that Kella snuggles under the covers. Imagining the embrace of the sheets was actually a Yautja holding her as she fell asleep. Imagining that it was Aja holding her.
That night, Kella dreamt of him. She couldn’t really see a clear image, but she knew it was a ‘good’ dream. She could feel it in her heart and soul that it was wonderful, despite the fact she couldn’t remember it. She just knew that it was sensual, erotic, and magnificent. In the wee hours of the morning, Kella woke from her ecstasy and she could feel just how aroused she was. She was burning from the inside out and it was fantastic! She must have been awake for another hour just thinking about him. She knew now that the old woman was right about stopping what ever she was going just to smile about him. Because she woke from her dreams to think of him. To think of Aja. Over and over she would hear his deep, sultry voice in her head. ‘But I am…relieved he didn’t listen to me’… Maybe he did like her. One thing was for sure though,
Kella liked him…
When the Ooman sun rose, Aja was still at his perch and was watching intently trough the whole night. She seemed to have been in pain. Perhaps from her back? She was writhing uncontrollably under her covers, on an off she would whimper from an unknown cause. While she had stopped moving in such a way late in the night, it was still worrying Aja. And when the sun rose, allowing him to see her room perfectly, he became even more worried. Aja jumps to his feet when he unmistakably sees blood on her white bed sheets, it was obvious to him that Kellas back was clearly not healed well and she had begun to bleed during the night. He should have been watching more intently and he would have been able to see it. He should have gone to her. To be sure that she was healed.
Before Aja could stop himself, he jumps down from his perch and runs over to her home. With all his strength, Aja propels himself up to the overhanging terrace and lifts himself to walk through the open door to her room. And for the second time, Aja was looking around the white area which a silent laugh. But soon his eyes fell onto the sleeping form of the female who seemed to awaken such need and want in him, Aja slowly stalks to her as she was sleeping to one side more then the other. Aja kneels down to be at eye level with her and right at that moment, Aja had never felt more clam. He never felt so peaceful, tranquil, serene. She had her hair done strangle in two separate rings, but a few stray hairs fell from their hold and onto her face.
Someone was in her room.
Kella could feel that someone was in her room again and her first thought was that some gang members from the now extinct White Dragon gang was there to even the score. But as to how many were in here, she had to idea. But what she did know, what she felt, was that one of them was right by her side, right in her face. She needed to do something, anything. What if this person was going to kill her right then and there and she was simply pretending to sleep. No. She wasn’t going to let this happen. But she didn’t have any weapons up here. She had put them all back in the armory for the night and had forgotten to keep her usual ones hanging off her headboard. Pauk she is stupid.
Before Aja could react, Kella uses the large white bed sheet to wrap around Ajas sitting figure. She pulls it up and off the bed and expertly shoves it over him like the blanket that it is and once it was on him, Kella kicks him right in the head and Aja flies backwards to his back. If Kella had just stayed for a moment longer, she would have seen the pair of Yautja feet sticking out of the bottom of the sheets. She would have known it was a Yautja, and she would have seen it to be Aja when he quickly tore it off of him. But she didn’t. Once she kicked him, Kella rolls off her bed and out of her room. Running so fast that she nearly fell as she dashes down the stairs. Aja wasn’t too far behind her, the sheet was no match for his wrist blades. He was on his feet in a second, chasing Kella both on instinct and to make sure she was ok. He rushes out of her room and down the stares only to see Kella opening a hidden door way and go inside. To save time, Aja simply jumps over the railing of the stairs and lands in front of the now clear door way. Cautiously, Aja opens the door wider only to see a few metal steps that turned to the right after about four or five steps. As his first foot fell to follow her, the metal step groans under his weight but still held him well. He turns the corner to see even more stairs but at the base was an open wood door. Now going faster, Aja bursts trough the door, not knowing what was on the other side.
But he was pleasantly surprised.
Kella ran as fast as she could to the far end of the room where she had all of her long blades. But just as she reached the wall, she heard the door open behind her. Her heart began to beat in fear as her back was turned to her intruder so, after grabbing two long knives, Kella twists around to see none other then Aja. But he was just standing there, head turned to the right, staring at her prized weapons behind glass. Kella relaxes a little, but still unsure of what was going on.
Aja on the other hand didn’t care that Kella was standing there with weapons. The first thing he saw as he walked into Kella now apparent weapons room, was an entire wall covered with a sheet of glass and behind that were Ooman weapons, some he had seen and some he had never seen before. Turning full onto the display, he walks a little closer until one of his hands was resting against the glass as he gawks at the arsenal.
“Now I am going to ask, why are you here?” Kella, sounding a little angry, walks closer to Aja but he doesn’t answer. “Aja?” Kella says with even more annoyance in her words. But still, the Yautja does not answer. “Do I need to make you bleed for you to talk to me, Yautja?” She practically screams. Only after being called ‘Yautja’ did Aja turn to her.
“What’s that?” Aja asks while pointing to an old Ooman metal weapon that hung from the wall that he was too familiar with.
“I asked you first, why are you here?” Kella walks closer to Aja, until she was right beside him. Seemingly forgetting that he had been watching her or of her punishment for it.
“I will answer when you tell me about that weapon.” Aja looks down to her and for the second time in his life, his eyes go wide in surprise under his mask at her almost naked form. Groaning in anger, Kella walks back to the door that Aja had just come trough because beside it lay a small panel on the wall. With a quick flip of a switch, the long glass wall begins to pull away, giving Aja access to the weapon in question. Slowly, Aja creeps up to it, trying to keep down memories of being impaled with the metal projectiles that came from this weapon. It had been so many seasons ago that he came to this planet for a hunt with a few fellow Young Bloods. He came down with them like any other time, it was a smooth hunt until the jungle setting they were hunting in became the seen to some unknown Ooman war. Males dressed in clothing to match the jungles environment began to kill other Oomans with the same weapon before him. And instantly all the attending hunters saw the strong Oomans as an opportunity. Within five minutes, all but one of the Oomans was dead from the onslaught of the jungle wearing males. There were plenty of the assulting males to go around but one had Ajas eye. Large, tall and massive. But seemingly light on his feet. Perfect pray. Before the Ooman sun went down, the other hunters were pleased with their trophies, but Aja had yet to even engage with the one he clamed. For the whole Ooman night, Aja staked the male. But what Aja didn’t know, was that the Ooman was on to him. He knew that Aja was hunting him. So Aja, both literally and figuratively, didn’t know what hit him.
Suddenly, the five circular wounds on his chest began to itch at his memory. But after it was all said and done, Aja came out with a prized skull and wonderful a story to tell. But it was this weapon, this Ooman weapon that had nearly cost him his life. Even after he killed the Ooman male, and had gone to the DropShip, the metal fragments were still in him and a few still remain to this day. But he had no idea such an odd weapon could cause such damage to his body. While on the outside, five small holes were present. On the inside, they had wound his internal organs, muscle, bone, everything. But he survived.
“This is a Barrett M107 Rifle.” Kella answers while squeezing in between Aja and the wall. She takes one of her ancient Ooman guns from its place to properly show it to Aja. “Also known as an M82, .50 caliber ammunition, range of 1,500 meters, effective against many types of targets, including enemy personnel, vehicles and parked aircraft, 10X telescopic sight and bipod and a 10-round semi-automatic action lets the shooter lock in on a target through multiple trigger pulls.” Aja had no idea of what she just said, but was interested none the less. Kella expertly takes out the magazine, the part of the gun that holds all the bullets, and shows them to Aja. “It shoots out there metal things called bullets into someone.”
“I know.” Aja hisses. “I still have a few of them in me.” Kella slowly looks into Ajas mask, understanding why he wished to know about it.
“It was used in the 21st century. Before Yautja rule. But every now and then you will find someone using it. I acquired it by way of a hired killer, an assassin, who tired to kill me. You, dear Aja, are not the only one to be hit by one of these.” Kella points to a recognizable scar on her thigh. “He missed.” Kella laughs. Aja was strangely quiet during her tirade. While his memories of that day made him angry, the moment Kella began to talk, he was lost. He was hanging on every word she was saying, regardless of knowing what she said. But he definitely recognized her scar on her leg. It was the same as his and her skin carried it well, like his. “Now are you going to tell me why you are in my house?” Kella asks after placing the gun back to its place.
“I came to check on you.” Aja half told the truth. “You were injured and now I can see you were healed improperly.” He points to her back and Kella growls to herself as she sees her back covered in her own blood.
“My stitches must have opened during the night.” Instantly Kella freezes at her recollection of the previous nights dream. While she couldn’t piece it all together, she remembers that it was a ‘good’ dream and that she even woke in the middle of the night just to think of him. ‘Came to check on her’, he was watching her!
“Do you need help to mend it?” Aja asks before he can stop himself.
“No thank you. But you can get out of my house.” Aja was a little insulted at her tone of voice but he would listen to her. Slowly, Aja began to walk away and Kella was right behind him to lead him to the door. “Next time, just knock on the door or wake me, or roar, just something, and then ask to come in, alright?” She says as they get to the door. Within an instant, Aja cloaks but does not leave when Kella opens the door. “What now?” She asks a little embarrassed about how she acted the night before and knowing what she had done to him.
“You are unlike any female I have ever met. That room is like nothing I have ever seen. And you are unlike any Ooman, ever.” Kella, not knowing what to think, just stands idly by the door with her mouth open. Aja smirks under his mask at her bewilderment, he was just about to leave when his eyes caught sight of her hair again. Oomans have such odd traditions. They never stick with a style. Without warning, Aja casually closes the distance between him and Kella and the next thing she knew, one of her long braids were being picked up by an invisible hand. “Oomans have such strange ways to bind their hair.” Aja says softly. But still, Kella was silent in her awestruck trance. She was staring up into the blur of air when Aja unexpectedly tugs on the braid he was holding. Her head barely moved at the gentle gesture but she felt it.
With out another word, Aja was gone and Kella impulsively closes the door behind him. It took a second, but Kella gasps as she realizes,
‘He pulled my pigtail…’
Authors Note: I know I had said that the story was going to get steamy by chapter four, which is this one, I found myself leaving it unfinished for days and I know when that happens, I won’t write any more because inside I thought the chapter was done at that point. So here it is. But I promise you that you will not be disappointed in chapter five.
A special thanks to:
On ff .net: ben revell, swift hunter, shade, and Zero.
On aff .net: Kehlan, Prairiefire, Cara, angelpred, chancelor22, shortest_warrior, Bee, aquamum, Muse of Scrolls and scars lady13
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