The History of Tomorrow

The History of Tomorrow

Stand-in

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.


All day Kella couldn’t stop smiling. The moment Aja had left she started to jump round her house like a giddy school girl. She could feel that he had truly left however. She just couldn’t ‘feel’ him watching her. But something was in her that made her feel so happy. It wasn’t the usual ‘butterflies’ that made her stomach bounce, it was more like bloody Hard Meats that were twisting and turning her insides. Making her desire into a need and want that Yautja. For her Aja. Just the thought of him would make her ache. Her chest would tighten so harshly that she thought she wouldn’t be able to breathe again. But Kella was glad that the people she met throughout the day did not notice a clear and present change in her. She knew that there was a bounce in her step as she walked around on her normal day routine. She would simply walk in the region of her district to visit a few family friends and even a few shops to see how things were going. For she had a job to do. And no male, Yautja or Ooman, was going to stop her duties.

By mid day Kella was at the detox centre and was met with a massive yet understandable request for a new plow for his garden because Andrew, the man who was in charge of the detox centre that Kella sent the kids too, decided it to be a welcome payment for the twenty-four new kids. What shocked Kella, which was rather horrific as well, was that the kids were not going through withdrawals already. That meant they had either been forced to do another shot of C’ntlip just before she got to them or that they were on so much that they still hadn’t come down from the high. But they were all conscience, all wide awake, all afraid. In the group of twenty-five kids was Aaron and Kella was fast in apologizing for what she did to him but he told her it was the best thing to happen to him. There was such appreciation held in his blue eyes but Kella only smiled and nodded to him then quickly left. She had two things to do that day before leaving to the shop out in the country where the metal works sold in her shop were made. One was to go to the preschool where the many children were. She had promised them yesterday that she would come see them but then she kind of got side tracked.

But before that she would go to pray.

Almost all religion died after the take over. So many people abandoned their beliefs and religions with the knowledge that the Ooman species was created and so had no god. The Oomans were created by the hands of another people. As an experiment and when that information came out, the world went into a tail spin. Ironically however, the Yautja aided them in their time of need with their own Gods. But never did they force it, never did they require them to believe it as well. But the Yautja told the Oomans that if their God Paya did not wish them to be created, they would not have been. If Paya hadn’t willed and allowed the creators to begin their experiment, they would not exist. While the old ways are still practiced, most of the world believes in Paya and the others. ‘The Story of Creation’ was something every Ooman knew when everything died down, when the take over ended and the world fell into peace. The story was one that made Kella both laugh, cry, fill with anger and rage, with sorrow and misery but also with happiness and contentment. The story teaches any and all the most basic of law of life.

Survival is key.

Kella was one who took to the teachings of Paya religiously. The first time she read it, which was not the last time as it usually was for some, she would forever pray to Paya whenever possible and with the little time she had now, Kella planned to go to Payas place of worship. The name for this place is called ‘Payas Leitjin-de Hma'mi-de’, which in Ooman means Remember God's Practice. The outside of the building is pitch black while the inside was pearl white. The outside is enveloped with pictures of fighting Yautja all from ‘The Story of Creation’. But on the front of the great building were two life sized, well Yautja life sized, statues of Paya and Cetanu.

The true creators of all.

“Kella, it is good to see you.” The celebrant, or priest, Jacob welcomes Kella as she wordlessly enters the giant room. They quietly nod in greeting and Kella gives him a small kiss on his cheek.

“It is good to see you as well Jacob. How have you been?” Kella asks as the two starts to walk into the main chamber. There were no seats to sit on, you were meant to kneel and pray silently in front of a large effigy of Paya. Her skin, her Awu’asa, her weapons were all pearl white, her scared color. Her face, always masked, had no true shape to it, it only gave the on looker the slight impression that it had eye pieces. But even if someone had the gall to look at it, they would only look for a second.

“I have been well. My wife and I have had our second child. His name is Tu’Jah.”

“A Yautja name?” Kella says in surprise. The two stop just as they get to Kellas favorite spot.

“I liked it as well as my wife. And there are more and more Oomans being named with Yautja names.” Jacob smiles.

“Well I like it. And I am sure the Yautja would be honored to know that Oomans hold such respect for them that they are now naming their children after them.” Kella and Jacob give each other one last nod before he leaves and Kella kneels down. At first she didn’t know what to speak of, there was so much she didn’t know where to start. But she soon found her muse.

‘Why did you bring him to me? Why did you allow him to come into my life, knowing that I would begin to have a want for him, if not a need? What could come of my feelings but sorrow and anguish? We cannot be together, even if Aja does feel the same. It is not written but there is a stigma to all ‘Ooman fuckers’, it is dishonorable to mate with a lower species, a pray species. For that is all I am. That is all you created me to be. You gave me life and now I fear the life given must have Aja in it. I know that what I feel is not purely lust. You and I both know of how the need for a male can over come us. How the insatiable desire for his affection, to feel his hands on you, to understand how and why you heart and mind stops at the thought of him. But I know nothing of him as you did with Cetanu. I don’t know of his age, I don’t know of his status. I know nothing of him at all. But somehow I can feel and I know that this pain in my chest is a yearning for that Yautja. For my Aja. I do not care of what I don’t know, only of what I do know and that is that he came to me twice with no true reason. He worries of me and I have never had that.

I worry, Great Warrior Paya, I worry that I may do something that will cause this other gift given to me by Elder Rhd to be taken from me if I should ever act on my desires. I fear that Aja may find me repulsive as an Ooman, not worth of a second look. But I suppose these feelings I have are law for when a female first finds a male she sees as attractive. As worthy. And I do find him more then handsome. Those scars on his face are something though, huh? His sheer size and power I find to be completely and entirely arousing but not just that, also admirable and respectable. I do not care of how he acted that day so many seasons ago, he did not know me and I did not know him. And might I say you have a twisted sense on humor bringing him to me. But thank you. For what it’s worth, for what will and will not come of it, thank you Paya.

I wonder as well though. Of what could come of these feelings. I know you will not answer me when I ask if he and I are meant to be. Or if this is just that primal instinct to mate with whom ever we find worthy. And I know you will not answer me if I ask what will come of us if we are meant to be. I know it is selfish of me to ask this, but if we come together only to be ripped apart, I ask that we are never to come together. I do not want to feel, dare I say, love with him, for him, to only have it ripped from me. But if you have seen it, if you have planned it to be that Aja and myself are to be and forever be then I beg you to help me. Help me understand these feelings, help me see the way. I beg of you Paya. I beg of you. I plead for guidance, for direction, for help. For what I feel cannot be it when it comes to Aja and I. I long for more then just feelings. I want him Paya.

I feel so selfish at this moment, please forgive me.

I feel as though I have dishonored myself in asking for anything more then what you have given me. Not only my life but now Aja. I respectively give myself to you, to do as you planned to. To do with my life as you designed.’

Kella bows low and slowly rises to her feet. Jacob was waiting for her at the back of the room and commented that she had taken longer then usual and asked if there was anything he could help with but Kella graciously declined, saying she only had a long night and took a few moments to figure out what she wished to say. After quick goodbyes, Kella walks out of the place of worship only to shiver as the air seemed to cool off as the day wore on. While it was fall, just the beginning of fall, it felt as thought it was almost winter time. She inwardly curses herself for wearing only a t-shirt and a small loincloth today, it just didn’t give her the right warmth right then.

Kella quickens her pace to the preschool because they were soon going to be let out and she wished to play with them before then. As much as she wished to have children, she could never hold onto a mate long enough for that to happen. Marriage or becoming lifemates wasn’t that important. Well, they are but she truly wished for a child. But until she finds a male that is worthy to be the father of her child, she would use the children of her district to fill her desire. Once in eye sight of the large school, Kella smiles to herself at how large the building is. With all the families and such that live in the Alpha district, the schools had to be larger, the preschools as well, all to accommodate the number of children.

Stealthy, Kella sneaks into the school and into the preschool portion which was in the back. She wants to surprise them with her appearance but didn’t know how to do it, that is until she secretly went into the nursery teachers room to find Mrs. Shell at the front of the class, facing Kella, with a book in hand reading ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ to the large class of about twenty kids. They all had their back to her as Kella walks into the room and then sits at the back, just so the others couldn’t see her.

“There lay her grandmother with her cap pulled down over her face giving her a strange appearance. ‘Oh, Grandmother, what big ears you have!’" Mrs. Shell continues with a cute voice for Red Ridding Hood.


"’The better to hear you with.’" She says in a harsh, grave tone.


"’Oh, Grandmother, what big hands you have!’"


"’The better to grab you with.’"


”’Grandmother, what a terribly big mouth you have!’"


"The better to eat you with!" Kella says in an almost roar sounding shout and more then a few of the kids scream in fright at the sudden sound but not a second later, they all turned to see Kella smile and they pounce on her in one giant pile! “I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP! H'chak! H'chak! Mercy!” Kella pleads and pretends to have been taken over by the multitude of children. But they didn’t relent and continued their grasp on her, and so in desperation, Kella stands with all her strength to have a few of them hanging off of her. “Okay, okay. Everyone off!” She says nicely and they all unlatch from her to stand before her.

“You said you would be here yesterday!” Someone yells, getting a ton of ‘yeah’s from the statement.

“I got in trouble.” Kella says in a warning tone, telling them not to press it. “But I am here now! And I know that you guys have to,”

“Have a nap!” Mrs. Shell intervenes. “It is time for them to sleep and then you guys can play.”

“Aw, do we have too?” A child asks in a sad tone.

“I promise that when you guys wake I will be here to play, but you HAVE to go have a nap!” Kella tells them and within ten minutes, all the children were sound asleep on soft mats.

“They are always so happy when you come by.” Mrs. Shell whispers to Kella as the two are standing at the front of the room, looking at all the sleeping children.

“I am always happy when I come here.” Kella smiles. “So how are you Jill, I haven’t seen you around lately.” She asks, using Mrs. Shell’s first name. They were in school together and knew one another since they were out of diapers and into loincloths.

“I have been home a lot. My husband is worried because the Yautja came unexpectedly and has been so anxious lately.”

“Why would he be? He has never been before.” Kella eyes her short brunette friend with great suspicion, her husband Mike was never so protective of her but why all the sudden is he so protective?

“He wants to keep me inside nowadays. Keep me safe.” Jill smiles, knowing that her old friend knew something was up but didn’t know what. “Maybe it’s because my parents are coming in from Kina city.” She shrugs mockingly and then Kella suddenly gasps as she figures it out.

“YOU’RE PREGNANT!” Kella yells in a whisper, almost loud enough to wake then all but soft enough not to.

“Only seven weeks.” Jill says nonchalantly. Kella shakes her head in disbelief then gently grabs her friends by the shoulders, forcing her to look at her right in the face.

“Jill, you are having a baby! A BABY! And all you can say is ‘only seven weeks’? WOMAN! YOU ARE HAVING A BABY!” Kella lightly shakes her to get her point across. And then slowly but surly, a smile creeps to Jill’s face.

“I am seven weeks pregnant!” Jill squeals and they pull each other in for a warm hug. But their embrace was cut short when a familiar cry begins.

“I’ll get her.” Kella whispers and walks around all the laying forms of children to Tiffany. Her short, curly blond hair was messy from tossing and turning, even her little pink dress was twisted around her uncomfortably. “Hey sweetie.” Kella coos the child as she effortlessly picks Tiffany up, rearranging her twisted dress, and carries her into an adjoining room so they do not wake the others.

“He keeps running after me.” Tiffany cries into Kellas neck. Kella then sits down on the ground, her back against a wall, and begins to rub the child’s back to calm her.

“Did you turn to him and say what I told you too?” Kella asks softly.

“Yes, but he still ran at me then I woke up.” She cries and wipes her eyes of their tears. “They are so scary.”

“Who? The Yautja?” Kella asks softly and gets only a nod ‘yes’ from the child. “Can I tell you a secret?” She leans into Tiffany who began to plead for Kella to tell her. “I met a Yautja, FOUR Yautja actually, yesterday.”

“YOU DID?!” Tiffany yelps in surprise.

“I did!” Kella shifts the child until she was comfortably sitting on her lap. “And I will tell you, I too find them scary. But then…He talked to me. And he wasn’t so scary.”

“He talked to you?” Tiffany, who was calming down rapidly, says in shock.

“He did. And he was very nice. He wouldn’t hurt me Tiffany and he would never hurt you.”

“Why not?”

“For one thing you are female. And for another, he is very kind to young females. He was nice to me many, many years ago, but then I didn’t know him.” Kella pauses to use a finger to take of the last tear from Tiffany’s eyes. “And I am no longer afraid of them. Because they wouldn’t chase you and they wouldn’t case me.”

“They are icky though…” Tiffany trails off.

“Icky?” Kellas face twists in confusion. “Why are they icky?”

“Their faces are gross.” Tiffany declares.

“They’re not so bad.” Kella smiles to herself and then smiles even larger as her mind finds the image of Ajas handsome face. “But it’s only because you are not used to their faces that you think they look funny.”

“Can I meet your Yautja, so that I won’t think them funny?” Tiffany’s dark blue eyes dig into Kella, filled with the last bits of her tears and so large in wonder.

“I don’t know sweetie. Maybe when you are older you can meet your own Yautja, and get used to their faces.” Kella increases the force and speed as she rubs the girls back and within seconds’ Tiffany rests her head on Kella chest and falls back asleep. Sighing heavily as she stands, Kella walks back into the main room to place the child back into her bed.

“How am I having a child before you?” Jill asks quietly when Kella gets back to her side.

“I haven’t found my ‘Gregory’.” She answers with a heavy heart.

“What?”

“Never mind.” Kella laughs at her inside joke.

About a half hour later, the whole group of children were up and awake and after they put away their sleeping mats they played ‘Paya says’. The game, exactly like ‘Simon says’, was the one game that the whole class thought would be fun but said only when Kella got them ALL to go out at once was she allow to leave. She was quick in getting them all out at once however. She told them ‘Paya says to roar like a Yautja’, and they did. And then she said ‘roar again!’ and they did! But she didn’t say ‘Paya says’ and so got them ALL out at once. Although, Kella didn’t leave that quickly. She stayed to share cookies and milk with them. It was getting late in the day though and Kella needed to get to the shop to borrow her Uncle Shane’s bytte. In truth her ‘Uncle Shane’ was actually her cousin. He was her fathers’ brothers’ son. But they didn’t care. Jill was kind enough to offer Kella her jacket but she declined because Jill would need it to get home…And it was bright pink. Kella left just as the school bell rang and as she walked past the growing crowd, most of them stopped to sneer, ogle or yell. But when one person started, Kella faked a charge and the kid ran away. She and the others began to laugh at the scene, a few of the older kids she knew already and said a quick hi to them as she started to the shop on the main street in the Alpha District.

“KELLA!” Uncle Shane yells as she walks into the shop.

“Yeah…” She answers indifferently. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t play coy with me little lady!” Uncle Shane scolds as he drags his old and weathered body to her. If only one word could be used to describe her uncle, it would be gray. In his early twenties his hair went gray, making him look a lot older then what he really was. But his whole disposition was gray as well. He wasn’t boring, by no means boring. But he was always laid back, calm, cool, collected. It was only on rare occasions did his jolly self get angry. “I want to know exactly what is going on! You dear Aunt Ellen is no good at not telling me things!”

“I told you exactly what she told me!” The small blond woman yells from the back room.

“So what you told her was vague, disjointed and inaccurate?” Uncle Shane cleverly jests about his wife. But after Kella told him everything, her Uncle was more baffled then angry any longer.

“But right now I need to go get my coat from the closet and you need to give me the keys to your bytte…” Kella opens her hands motioning for her Uncle to relinquish the keys and he does so reluctantly.

“Please be careful.” Her Uncle pleads as Kella walks to the back room to get her waist long white jacket. “The last time you took the bytte to the shop it didn’t come back!”

“That was an accident!” Kella turns on her heal just as she gets to the door to leave. “How was I supposed to know it was going to down pour that day? And besides, you needed a new bytte, that one was a piece of c’jit.”

“Watch your tongue!” Aunt Ellen yells from the back.

“Sorry!” Kella answers. “I have to go!” With that she left in a hurry to run to the back of the shop and there was a beautiful sight to her eyes. The bytte was about the size of an old Ooman car that seated two people comfortably. The outside however looked nothing like a car. The shape of the bytte was like that of an arrow head. It was aerodynamic and beautiful! The top opened like that to a plane and Kella hoped on top then plopped herself into the drivers seat. Instantly the top fell down and the bytte turned on. Bright red dials light up on the dash board and the two joy stick like controls fall forwards.

While it usually took about an hour to get to the shop that was in the country, it only took Kella about half an hour. There were ‘roads’ for the traveling to go on but the bytte flew so like hell was Kella going to stay on the ‘road’. The speed helped too. The shop was located next to a small lake and surrounded by a large forest of trees that were hundreds of years old. The regular workers that made the metal works lived either in the shop or in a cottage on the grounds that her family owned. All the men, which was about fifty guys in all, were experts at their craft. Some were weapons makers, some armor, some made specialty items and Kella would have to get them to make a plow for her out of her own stash of scrap metal. After arriving and saying fast hellos to whom ever was there, Kella told the main builder who was in that day to make the plow and he said that it should be done within a few hours because the staff was all here, for his division at least, and so work would go quick. Kella had planned on going home again and coming back tomorrow or when ever it was done, but then with that news she decided to take one of the many horse used to pull metal around the shop and take it out to her spot on the lake.

“Hello Alban.” Kella walks to a stall where her favorite horse was resting. Alban, which is the old Ooman language of Polish for white, was of course white. All the working horses at the shop were Clydesdales and Alban was one of the largest and friendliest. “Want to go for a ride today?” She asks as she goes into the stall to get him ready and Alban was fast in taking off the blanket that was on his back to ready himself to go out. However, when Kella accidentally took to long in getting all the needed equipment for him, Alban nudged her in the back with his nose and snorts at her to hurry. “Alright, alright!” Kella laughs. Once Alban was expertly fashioned by Kella, who spent many years learning how to properly outfit a horse, they were off. But before they were to leave, Kella took a few moments, to Albans displeasure, to put a few things into a bag like two blankets, one for her and one for Alban. Also a few small things to eat and even a hand held COM just in case someone needed to contact her.

About ten minutes later, Kella rode her horse almost all the way around the large lake and up to one of the oldest frees in the forest. Sliding off the saddle, she ties Alban to the tree but giving him enough slack so he could pick at the surrounding grass. After she took off his saddle and such to make him more comfortable, Kella grabs the small pack with her blanket, after giving one to her horse, and begins to climb the large tree, using the small indents on the wood to help her climb. This was her place to just be. Because when she was up here, nothing was wrong. Everything was just perfect. There were no creators or hunters. There were no other Oomans. Just the trees. Just the wind. Just a sound here and there of the animals that call this forest home. Heaving herself up onto a large limb of the tree, Kella finds her spot a little messy but still just as she left it. When she found this tree, she actually chose it for two reasons. One was because of this large limb that was as wide as a twin bed so she is able to sit or lay on it as she wished. She had even used a scraper and made it so the surface was flat instead of round. And for another thing, because of the large hills and roaming mounds this spot on the tree, as high as it is, was the perfect place to view the sun set. And because it was early fall, it set right in front of her beautifully. But Kella wouldn’t be staying long enough to see it that night. She was only here to waste time until the plow was done. After nestling in with her blanket, Kella takes out an orange and begins to peal it, throwing the peal down for Alban to eat.

“I wonder where you are dear Aja…” Kella whispers and takes a bite of her fruit. She couldn’t get him out of her thoughts. And she didn’t want him to go out of her thoughts. Kella shifts in her spot so that she was lying on her back with her gaze up among the three limbs above her. The leaves were half gone but the ones that remained were beautiful shades of brown, yellow and red. Throwing the remaining orange to Alban, Kella sighs as her thoughts keep going back to Aja. Wondering just what was under all that armor. Thinking about what kind of body he had, what kind of muscle he had, what kind of...

Kella curses silently as the COM beeps suddenly, stealing her from her thoughts. She sits up and rummages in her pack to find the small circle shaped device.

“Yeah.” Kella say almost angrily.

“YEAH?” Kellas best friend Mercedes’ voice comes through over the hand held COM. “THAT’S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY TO ME? YEAH?”

“Oh… Hi.” Kella says a little scared. Mercedes is not a female to be around when she is mad, or horny, or hungry…Or any time for that matter.

“That’s better. Now where have you been?” Her friends’ voice goes sweet. But Kella didn’t answer at first. She didn’t want to tell Mercedes about the Yautja or Aja yet. She didn’t know why but she just didn’t. But Kella was sure of one thing, she needed to get out of the house and do something!

“I had to take care of this guy called the White Dragon.” She half told the truth.

“THAT WAS YOU?” Mercedes yells. Kella reluctantly says that it was indeed her. “Holy c’jit Kella, that was in the papers this morning, did you actually kill all those guys and take ones skull? Cause that’s just weird if you did sweetie. I think you are getting too into the whole Yautja life. Maybe you should just NOT take peoples skulls after you kill them, I think you are getting WAY too into the whole Yautja life.” She repeats.

“Wait, you think I am way into the Yautja? This is coming from the ‘one’ Ooman that I know who wants to mate with them!” ‘Besides myself’, Kella thinks after scolding her friend.

“Alright you got me there.”

“Look, what are you doing tonight?” Kella asks quickly, making sure she didn’t have to answer Mercedes’ earlier question.

“Umm, nothing much. Why what’s up?”

“I want to go out.” Kella says rather childishly.

“Oh NOW you want to huh? What about the other night when you said you would be at Blade but you didn’t show up huh?”

“I misjudgment on my part, but what about tonight huh? I just need to,”

“Get laid?” Mercedes blurts and the two laugh. They had been friends long enough to know what the other needs or wants, and Kella hoped that her best friend wouldn’t figure out that she too wanted a Yautja.

Meanwhile…

Aja had contemplated watching Kella again but decided on going back to the DropShip to see how the hunt for the Bad Blood was progressing. But as he entered the cloaked ship and after he cleansed, Aja went to the only society room. He was not met with any talk of the Bad Blood, but of many conversations about the happenings with a certain female who was on the entry way. While most discussions were about how she had eluded them, one was about Kella herself as those who were in the group were Nth’ta and Bthm.

“You say she served you?” A male asks as they and a few others were still baffled at the story Bthm was telling.

“I am being pure! The female served us a drink of C’ntlip. Tell them Aja!” Bthm trills. He then motions for Aja to sit within the circle of pillows and relaxing Yautja.

“Tell them what?” Aja ask as he welcomes the invitation and rests on a pillow.

“Tell them of Kella.” Nth’ta laughs.

“It has a name?” A Yautja hisses.

“She does have a name! And it is Kella.” Aja hisses back. “She has been given the sign of Protection and so is entitled to a name in our eyes.” He pauses to glare at the Yautja who insulted his Kella but the Young Blood was fast in lowering his head submissively. “And yes, she did serve us and it was a fine C’ntlip indeed.”

“And how would you know?” Nth’ta laughs. “You did not drink yours! I guess being so close to her and knowing you could not take her, despite how worthy her skull must be, because of Elder Rhd was infuriating.”

“What did I do now?” Elder Rhd voices as he and a few of his children and grandchildren come up to the group who stands to acknowledge him. Aja was also greeting a few of his own children who were accompanying his father. Three of his sons that were with him were training for their Kainde Amedha Chiva while the other three were already Young Bloods.

“We were just commenting on how aggravated Aja was at not being able to hunt the female who is Protected.” Bthm tells the Elder straight faced even though he was trying his hardest not to laugh.

“Ah yes.” Elder Rhd trills as he motions for the others to sit then he lower his aging body down as well. “Your heart raced in anger so loud that I was sure those on the DropShip could have heard you from her dwelling.” He says causing those who could hear to laugh. “Where have you been my son, have you made any progress on your own?”

“Some…” Aja says softly. He may not have made progress when it came to the Bad Blood, but her sure as Paya made progress with Kella.

“We have made little progress.” Elder Rhd sighs. “Shame that this Bad Blood chose his path, he is very skilled in staying hidden.”

“That he is.” Another Yautja comments.

For to long, Aja sat with his father, some of his brothers and some of his sons as he tried to listen into the conversation. But he was having a hell of a hard time. Kella wouldn’t leave him. She looked radiant as he woke her, she was so beautiful. ‘But how can I find an Ooman attractive?’ He asks himself. Perhaps it was the way she smiles, whether it was the evil grin or one from joy. Perhaps it was the way she laughs. Or how she moved. It could be how her blood red hair made her look amazing or her sky blue eyes that entranced him. Perhaps it was all of that.

No, it WAS all of that.

In the middle of the conversation, one of Ajas sons spoke about wanting that Protected female to be striped of her gift, and Aja was fast in punishing him for even talking about harming a female, particularly one that is Protected and because she was his Kella. The others in the group laughed as they thought that Aja was being so aggressive because he wanted to take the female. Which was true but not how they thought so.

“I have grown bored of this discussion.” Aja hisses to the large gathering and leaves, not wanting to hear any more about the Bad Blood or Kella. But their conversation and his thoughts forced him to have a sudden hunger to see her again. And so Aja quickly adorned his Awu’asa once more, claiming to have a need to hunt so no one would question him.

It didn’t take him long to exit the DropShip as it was only a medium sized one as the Clan ship was in orbit. The Ooman day was now in the beginning of its night, the strange white puffs were hiding the last bits of light as the darkness was slowly creeping onto the sky. It was rather cool Aja noticed and he even used his heating net to keep him warm. Aja was hoping the Kella was home, if she was he had to go talk to her. Just to talk to her. He could say that he was just checking on her once more. But she may find it odd that he had done that twice in one Ooman day. He will think of something when he gets there. But as Aja jumped from roof top to roof top, his eyes caught a glimpse of a white figure standing in front of Kellas home. Taking his usual perch across from her house, Aja looses his breath as he sees it WAS Kella. She had her red hair in many tight curls with small strings of white tied to ringlet’s here and there. Her face was strange… But beautiful. Only Kellas bottom lip was painted white and she had her eyelids colored with a light coating of white as well. She was wearing a shirt that left her whole back exposed, it was only held up because it was wrapped by her neck and only covered her front partially. There was a large hole at the front as well, with a wonderful amount of cleavage showing. She then had small bands of white material on her arms, perfectly placed to make her look smaller then she truly was. But why would she want to look smaller? Kella also had a long loincloth. All down the front of it were actually passages from ‘The Story of Creation’. Aja couldn’t help but smile as he relishes in the idea that she was a follower of Paya. It was only then that Kellas love of her sacred color finally clicked.

He was watching her again.

After delivering the new Plow to Andrew, Kella dropped off the bytte and scurried home to get ready to go out. She had dressed in her usual going out fashions. But she opted for a simple pair of thong sandals instead of any high healed things. She just couldn’t move well in them. She had been told by Mercedes that this night at the club Blade was going to be a ‘noir party’. Meaning you could only wear black, but like hell was she going to wear black for them. Her best friend was also going to pick her up and so Kella was waiting outside for her when she felt this sudden jerk in her gut. She instantly knew that Aja was watching her again. She could just feel it. But she had to act casual. When the familiar humming of a bytte came to her ears, Kella sighs in relief as she sees Mercedes’ stupid little bytte coming her way. Of course she had to have it bright pauk-de pink. So when Mercedes pulled up to her, and shut the thing off, Kella shakes her head disapprovingly as her best friend gets out of the front to give her the keys. Kella would always drive.

“What?” Mercedes asks innocently.

“Pink, pink, pink.” Kella scowls as she grabs the keys and head to the drivers seat, but before they got in, Mercedes said the stupidest thing,

“You know you’re only allowed to wear black, right?” Kella stops walking, slowly turns to her friend and gives her a black look. “And you don’t care…” Mercedes laughs and they both get in. After a few minutes, Mercedes noticed that Kella was driving rather slower then she usually does. She knew this because she wasn’t holding on to the seat for dear life! But what she didn’t know was that Kella was going slow enough to make sure that Aja knew where she was going. To be sure that he could follow her and that’s exactly what he was doing.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” She asks Kella in a worried tone.

“I met a guy.” Kella admits a little but when Mercedes squeals in delight, Kella had to cover her ear that was closest to her. “What the hell was that?”

“The great Caretaker Kella has met a male she finds worthy! CALL THE PRESSES!” Mercedes laughs. “Tell me about him? And tell me why the hell you are not in his bed and going out to get some other male to do his job?” Kella couldn’t help but blush a little at the accusation, but she was spot on.

“His name is Aja.”

“A Yautja name? Wow. There are a lot of people being named with Yautja names these days huh?”

“Yeah, I know. But I don’t know about him. I just met him like…yesterday?” Kella pauses as she feels as though she had known Aja since she could remember and that her life didn’t just go all screwy in the past day or so. “Yeah, yesterday. He is so different then any male I have ever seen. I just, I just want him. Its more then just lust though.”

“Why the hell you are not in his bed and going out to get some other male to do his job?” Mercedes repeats her question.

“Because I we are playing a game that he doesn’t even know I know we are playing.” Mercedes squints her brown eyes in confusion and Kella laughs. “I was teasing him last night, standing in front of my window in my sleepwear because I knew he was watching.”

“You slut.” Her friend laughs.

“Anyways, I am not in his bed because well…I don’t know.” Kella did know however. But she didn’t want to tell her best friend yet. For one thing Mercedes would ask to have each and every Yautja described so she could fantasize about them. Before Mercedes could ask anything more Kella pulls up to the valet parking, in front of all the other waiting bytte, and she and Mercedes get out. One of the valet kids was fast in abandoning the group of people at the front of the line and they were about to yell about his action but when they saw Kella, they shut up. Kella gives the kids the keys and also a quick hug because the two go way back. Even though Evan, the valet kid, was only about fifteen, he had been through a lot and Kella got him a got at Blade to help him get on his feet. Kella whispers in his ear that he is doing a great job and Evan beams with the complement. Taking Mercedes’ hand, Kella begins to walk through the crowd that was trying to get in. She didn’t care as a few of them cursed her, all she had to do was look at them crossly and they shut up. As she and her best friend came to the front doors which were covered in intricately laid blades, hence the name, Kella nods to the regular bouncer and he smiles to her with his funny thin lips and opens the door for them. The soft light from the club was bouncing off his bald head and exaggerating his muscles as his black shirt was too tight. But just as they were about to enter the club, the new kid did something very, very stupid.

“Hey, you are not allowed to wear anything but black!” A screeching voice comes from the small kid. Kella would have brushed it off but the kid idiotically placed his hand on her abdomen to keep her from going in.

“That was dumb.” The older bouncer laughs. In an instant, Kella drop kicks the new guy to the ground, hoping that the new bouncer would know to keep his hands off her. “Since that one Yautja skinned the other guy, we’ve been having a hard time finding someone good to take his place.” They have a short laugh as the bald one helps the new kid up as Kella and Mercedes enter the club.

Aja had heard of places like this before. But he had never seen one. It was rather easy to follow Kella was she got into a bytte as she was going at a steady speed. Aja was wondering where she was going dressed so…openly. And when she and another female stopped at this establishment, Aja was actually mad. Some Yautja would talk of how the Oomans would collect with each other and go through mating rituals in places like this. But why would Kella be here? She wasn’t here to mate was she? He had to laugh as a small male tried to restrain his Kella and got kicked to the ground before he could breath. But why was she here?

As Kella and her friend went inside, Aja jumps to the roof of the building and uses an open window that was there to go in. But just as Aja enters, he snorts at the strong scent of both males and females. Aroused males and females. It was incredibly strong, just how many Oomans were in this place? He got his answer as Aja find a large rafter to sit on, giving him a perfect view of entire place. There must have been over two hundred Oomans in this place but Aja could find Kella in an instant. While the other Oomans were wearing black, she was wearing her white once more. She is so beautiful…

“Take the keys,” Kella yells into her friends’ ear. The club was thumping with dance music that made Kellas lungs rattle, her heart pound and her breath deep. Mercedes gives her friend a wink in understanding and grabs the keys to place them in her little pink purse that matched her outfit. Kella gives her best friend a small kiss on the cheek before heading to the bar, in serious need of a drink.

“KENNY!” Kella yells down the bar and the small black man leisurely strolls over to her.

“Yes Kella.” His high pitched voice comes out of him as he leans on the counter.

“What’s the special for tonight?” Out of the blue both the bartender and a few of those surrounding her being to laugh hysterically. “Did I miss something?” Kella smiles.

“The special is called ‘Caretaker Kella’.” He laughs at Kellas odd and confused face. “The drink is this,” Kenny pauses to grab a small glass. “A little bit of Vodka,” He pours about a quarter cup. “Then a shot of C’ntlip.” He puts in less then a teaspoon. “And them a sugar cube.” He plops it in then slides the concoction towards Kella but she doesn’t pick it up. “It is called ‘Caretaker Kella’ because it looks harmless, almost like whiskey. But if you are not careful with it, you will regret it in the morning!” He laughs.

“Very funny.” Kella says straight faced but couldn’t hold it long and also burst in a chuckle. “Do I sip it or shoot it?”

“Shoot.” With that Kella grasps the small glass and downs the brew. She slams the glass back down as she tried to understand what was happening in her mouth. It was fizzy but smooth and the sugar balanced with the tart from the C’ntlip fantastically.

“It’s alright.” Kella coughs and Kenny just shakes his head at her.

“You are just like your drink, defiant to the norm.”

“Please warn me if I even become ‘the norm’ for it is then that I know my time is finished.” Kella laughs and starts back up into the crowd. She was just waving goodbye to Kenny when we back hit something very solid. Kella twists around not knowing what to expect and was meet with a very muscle bound male.

“Sorry.” A very deep baritone voice reverberates from the tall male in front of her. He must be six and a half feet tall and he is built. His deep brown almost black hair was cut very short, and his eyes were so dark from the bad lighting in the club that it looked as though he had no eyes, they were just black. Kella just stares at him for a moment and he smiles at her silence. “You’re Caretaker Kella, right?”

“Yeah.” Kella breaths out. He was gorgeous, his muscles well defined even under the black shirt he was wearing with thick, strong legs coming out from a wide loincloth.

“I’ve heard a lot about you?” The male smiles.

“Have you now?” Kella smiles back.

‘And who is this pauk-de?’ Aja thinks as he watches Kella engage with a large male. She wasn’t here to find a mate, was she? Aja starts to breath heavily out of anger at the thought. Why was he being so possessive? Kella was NOT his. He has no right to say who she can and cannot be with. It’s not his place. Aja shakes his head and sighs, he was just readying himself to leave when he watches Kella take the male by the hand and lead him into the large crowd that was moving together. But just as the two got into the middle, the male roughly pulls Kella into him, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I didn’t think you would be so approachable.” The male, who Kella found his name to be Adam, holds her to him.

“I am many things…” Kella licks her lips and smiles seductively at him, resting her hands in his chest. Adam softly growls at her and Kella had the sudden thought of Aja. Was he watching her now? Yes, she could feel him watching. Just then the song changed to a slower tempo and Kella twists in his arms so her back was to him, the two begin to grind their bodies together. Kella was thinking that the male behind her was not Ooman and in fact a Yautja, that it was Aja. Her Aja. He was thinking the same thing. Aja had to hold down a growl as he watches them press their bodies together. And even as the males’ hands began to roam his Kellas body, Aja had to hold himself back to keep from jumping down and killing him. Adam uses a hand and swipes Kellas hair from her right shoulder only to nuzzle his head into her neck, nipping at it slightly with his teeth, getting a soft whimper from Kella as a response. But Aja heard it just fine, and he felt something in him stir at the sound.

Adam trails his hand down her bare back, softly grazing her skin, causing Kella to arch her back at the sensation. But as his hands fell onto her wounds, Kella yelps at the sting but Adam was quick in apologizing and then gently caresses them. Licking his lips to get them really wet, Adam kisses Kella right behind her ear and then gently blows in the spot, enticing her entire body to shiver from the sensation and goose-bumps to grow all over her.

“Holy c’jit.” Kella moans.

“Like that?” Adams says in a voice was filled with husky arousal.

“Where did you pick that up from?” Kella turns in his hands and bites her lip as her eyes connect with his.

“I’ve been around. I just moved here from Kina city and as I have said, I have heard a lot of you.”

“And what have you heard?” Kella smiles at him.

“I heard that you were tough.” Adam says as he trails his hand gently up her sides. “I heard that you are a killer.” He then grasps her almost painfully at the hip and pulls her into him. “I heard that you were beautiful, which I have to say I completely agree with.” Adam leans lower so his lips were almost touching hers. “And I heard you were unconquerable. That no male you have ever mated with says in your favor for long.”

“If you know that, then why are you tempting me so?” She whispers, allowing her lips to browses his with her words.

“I just want to know what having the great Caretaker Kella under me would be like…” He trails his words and slowly pushes his lips to hers. Kella brings her hands to his shoulders, wrapping them around him as she imagines that it is Aja she is kissing. That it is Aja who is in her arms. That it is Aja who wishes to know what she is like under him.

“So Adam, do you think you can handle me? Knowing that I will just draw on your talents? That I will forever stay ‘unconquerable’ until the right male comes to me?” She says after breaking the kiss, hoping beyond hope that Aja was listening…And he was. He wasn’t sure what to make of her words. For one thing the male was clear in his intentions and Aja found them admirable that he was so blunt in his actions. But Kella actually stuns him with her words. Ooman females weren’t like this. He knew from his experiences that they go for long term, almost lifemates relationships. But not Kella. ‘Why not?’ He asks himself, almost disappointed.

“I think I can handle you quite well.” Adam growls in her ear, making Kella shiver as her mind sees Aja saying those things, that the hot breath on her skin was his, that it’s him saying he can take her.

“Perhaps I should test you on your words?” Kella moans in his ear and he rumbles a groan in his throat.

“I don’t have a place we can go. I only have my bytte, I just moved here remember?” Kella gasps when Adam licks her earlobe and moves his hands to her bottom.

“Let’s go to my house then.” Kella says a little louder then needed, just so Aja would know. “Where I am sure I can properly use your endowments…” Kella pushes her hips into his and feels that he is more then aroused. He groans at the pressure and smiles against her ear.

“How is it that I have only just found you now?” Adam breaks their embrace and starts to pull her towards the exit.

“I am a hot commodity I suppose. But what I truly want I cannot have.” Kella hides her feelings from Aja as she is sure he can hear them. But as soon as Aja had heard that she was going to her house, Aja left. He didn’t want to see it. He didn’t want to see the female he wanted to mate with another male. At first at least. When it came time for Aja to choose whether to go back to the DropShip or to her home, his body made the decision for him and he soon found himself at his perch across from her house. It wasn’t one minute later that a different bytte came to her home and out came his Kella and that dammed male.

“What’s with you and white?” Adam asks her as they almost run into her house.

“It’s a pure color.” Kella leaves it at that as she opens the door.

“Welcome home Kella, how was your night?” Ken asks.

“Quiet Ken.” With her words, Ken goes into silent mode. “Shoes…” Kella motions to Adams shoes and they both speedily take them off and Adam begins to follow her up the stair and to her room.

“Holy C’jit.” Adam gasps and stops just as they enter her giant room. “This is amazing…”

“Um hmm.” Kella moans as she walks back wards to her bed. With a quick jerk of her head, Kella finds her drapes still open from the night before, along with that same wonderful feeling that Aja was watching her. “Lights.” Kella snaps Adam out of his trance as the lights turn on and he finally gets a good look at her and she of him. Adam was deeply tanned, probably even of African decent. His wide nose and large lips also an indication of that.

“So what talents are you going to show me redhead?” Adam laughs as he walks over to her seeing that Kella was leaning against her very large bed. He strides to her and pushes her onto the bed and leans down over her. Kella eagerly and slowly take off his tight black shirt to find sculpted muscle underneath, which she slowly and seductively kisses after she tosses the shirt to the floor.

“I was thinking of teasing you for a while, until you couldn’t handle it any longer.” She moans when Adam roughly pushes his growing groin into hers, grinding himself against her.

“Oh please don’t do that, I beg you…” He growls into her ear.

“Okay, no teasing Adam.” Kella laughs at his request. She tilts her head in confusion when Adam rises from her body, but when little by little he starts to take off her shirt, she smiles at him. Once Kellas shirt was completely off, Adam takes a moment to look at the stunning female below him. Her red hair was spread over the white bed, her blue eyes filled with a lust just as his. Kella licks her lips and lifts her hands over her head, silently inviting him in and Adam wasn’t late in accepting the temptation. His hands agonizingly trail up her body, letting his fingers almost walk on her ever hotter skin until they were met by her mounds of beautiful flesh. “No teasing me either!” Kella protests, however Adam just smiles evilly at her.

“Aw, can’t the Caretaker take it?” Adams voice having a playful twist to it.

“You do not tempt me like you did and then hold it from me!” Kella growls and wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him back into her. Adam laughs at the move and leans down to kiss her passionately, his tongue and hers fighting for power. Kella lets her hands roam the males back as she hold him to her, hating the fact that his skin was smooth of any scars, of any bumps or of texture…Like Ajas would be. Soon though her hands travel down to the clasps at the sides of Adams loincloth and in an instant it was off his hip and on the floor as well, soon followed by Kellas.

“What am I doing here?” Aja says out loud. He knew that this was going too far in watching her but he couldn’t rip himself from the scene before him. Even as Ajas breathing became hard from both anger and rage, it was also from pleasure. Just to see his Kella as she was, laid on the bed, her breast in clear view, her naked body open and willing…She is so beautiful…

Adam grabs Kella by the waist as lifts her to the center of the bed only to lay on top of her, one of his legs between hers. Leaning to one side on an elbow, he looks her over and can’t believe that he actually has the great Caretaker Kella naked beside him. While he knew the idea of having her was wonderful, now that he was actually going to have her…it’s even better. Tilting his head so it was right above hers, to look into her eyes as he does it, Adam moves his hand down to the junction between her legs and unhurriedly draws circles with his fingers on her bare flesh, loving the texture of her hairless womanhood. Kella lifts her hips and whines in needs, spreading her legs to encourage him and it worked well. Adam slides one finger into her pink folds to find her completely and entirely wet with her moisture. Smirking devilishly as Kella moans from the touch, Adam gently takes his hand back, to her displeasured groan, but Kellas eyes soon light up as he moves over her, guiding both legs between her and Kella once again envelops him with her legs. Adam doesn’t enter her however, and leans down to whisper into her ear.

“I never thought I would actually take you…” He says calmly.

“Take me now.” Kella moans into Adams ear. Steadying himself at her entrance, Adam shifts himself so he was eye level with the female he was about to take, letting her see just how much he wants this. “Pl…please.” Kella stutters, trying to pull him into her with her legs but he was too strong and keeps himself at her opening. She just wanted something, anything but what she needed was Aja. But all she had right now was Adam.

With one fierce thrust, Adam plunges his stiff member into the female beneath him, enticing moans on both sides. With slow, lingering circles of his hips, Adam begins a tempting and mean bout of pleasure for Kella, his hard manhood excruciatingly hitting every spot to give her the most pleasure possible. Arching her back to meet his deliberate and deep movements, Kella had to close her eyes from the intense feelings. But as she did, her mind began to envision Aja, this making her moan loudly as she could feel herself reach a soft climax. With the soft tightening of Kellas moist folds, Adam straightens up and groans at the sensation, but never did he quicken his pace, keeping to his calculatingly slow thrusts. Adam lets his head fall back as he tries to keep himself in his steady display, but as he hears the slight whimpers from Kella, begging him to go faster, deeper, harder…

He couldn’t say no.

Gritting his teeth and growling, Adam begins to go at a manic rate. Having to move his hands to her hips to keep it up, Kella arches her back at the new pace, moaning from the immense pleasure from the male between her legs. Kella had to stifle a groan in anger as her mind tells her ‘it’s not Aja that is there, it is an Ooman. It’s an Ooman that’s giving you this satisfaction that you so wished he to be Aja’. Her thought of Aja however threaten to carry her over the edge once again, to bring her into her own sexual bliss as Adam continues his onslaught of deep and forceful thrusts. She needs him deeper, she needs to have him as far as he can go. And so, Kella runs her hands around Adams waist and to him bottom, pulling him to her even harder.

Aja could already feel himself growing with need and want for her. Both literally and figuratively. He could feel his own manhood begging for his Kella to help in his release. But she wasn’t there with him. Snarling to himself, Aja slowly glides his hand under his loincloth and grasps his now swollen and hard piece. And going in sync with their own movements, Aja begins to stroke himself. Imagining that it was him making her moan like that, that it was him between he legs…

“Oh pauk!” Adam growls, but he doesn’t stop his snarl. He was so close to his own release, it was only when Kellas hands touched him did he finally hit his mark and his body was fell over the edge of the pleasure cliff. Adams sounds’, that gruff growl that so reminded Kella of her Yautja, of her Aja, gave her just the right hit and she could feel her body begin one amazing release. Pumping her hips against his, Kella moans as an astronomical climax hit her full force. She tires to bite her lips, trying to keep herself from yelling but she just couldn’t as she hears Adam yells as he also reaches his max. When he felt Kellas body contract around his stiff member, he couldn’t hold back any longer and yells her name as he releases in her. But as he was yelling her name into the air, she was yelling someone else’s.

Aja couldn’t believe what he was seeing, it was both infuriating and so arousing. But never did he stop his own attention to himself, he just couldn’t leave his want and need unaided. Because it was his Kella that was moaning in pleasure from mating. But it was not him who was causing those incredible sounds. It was not him who was compelling himself into her. It wasn’t him. As much as he wanted it t be, it wasn’t. Aja growls when he recognizes the tell tail signs that the coupling was about to end. He was also just about to find his release but he just couldn’t compel himself to stay and watch her with this male any longer. He was just about to leave, to spare him from the sight when his ears pick up the most beautiful tempting voice, the greatest thing he had ever heard in his entire life. And it was that sound that pushed him into his own sexual bliss.

“AJA!” Kellas voice punctures the night air. Adam only heard the last of her cry though, never hearing the odd name that was interlaced with her screams of pleasure. But even if his own climax allowed him to focus on anything other then his release, he wouldn’t have cared. Both of the entwined bodies freeze suddenly when out of the blue and ominous and extremely thunderous roar over shadows their own calls of satisfaction.

“What the pauk was that?” Adam asks after he mildly recovers. He falls back on the bed, pulling himself out of Kella and resting to her side.

“Mmm… Didn’t you know? The Yautja are here…” Kella laughs as she knows exactly who that roar had come from. Her Aja.


Authors note: I bet you thought it was going to be with Aja…right? I am so evil! I point at you and laugh! Sorry…

A special thanks to:

On ff .net: ben revell, Oak Tree Woman, and swift hunter.

On aff .net: scars lady13, Cara, Narranasa, Kehlan, chancelor22, Shalimar, Bee, aquamum, astaral_reaper, Anna, Prairiefire, and Tambourines (Yeah…I tend to do that, sorry).

To Bees’ review that said ‘Quick question though I was a bit confused by when she said: “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.” Wouldn't she want to hurt someone who wanted to hurt her? I just wasn't sure what she meant by her statement.’: Kella was not talking about Aja chasing her. She was referring to when she was a child and he roared at her. While she is one to hold a grudge, which you will learn about later on, she didn’t want to hold one for just being scared because Aja roared at her. And she just didn’t want to kill him by way of a bunch of Oomans and their bytte. (Their car type things) I hope that helps, if not email me at viper_shock@hotmail.com. I would love to hear from you!

E.M.