8◇ BEGOTTEN

♡I'd rather fight without a reason because fighting for you is worst than aphrodisiac♡

Betrayal.

It could feel to some an extreme distress, hurt or wound as a returned package from a once thought of loyal friend and he had thought so, everything was set in stone, details makes out to the tiniest detail for him to have left the place mission successful, that was his understating. An overconfidence that almost cost his life and his entire being on fire was sufficed constant reminder aching in places until now did not know could. Hell is real, sure this must be how it feels.

Discolored palms assisted the heavy body to a sitting position not minding the shift in the cloth that but a moment covered torso to toes now limp at the waist.

If he could, he would run far from the agony of painful bones but chances of that is unlikely seeing the impossibility of detaching from the body.

Finally he had found her that excited rush swan in hurricanes within his blood the smell drawing his nostrils wider. That bubbling purr same as when he got the job to find the missing girl partially forgetting the frustrations when a lead suddenly frolick off or those times a source felt the tip wouldn't cut it at the last go, that was the worst, then he did not know if he should just beat the information out of them but it had never been an option to abandon this search even now.

Still unbelieving after all this time! Had taken him longer than normal yet he lost her just as a blink. No surprise with the effort to keep her hidden but all the hassle finally paid off regardless the unfortunate setback but, how to go back?

Tracing the bruises and decoloration embracing his body, obviously not immediately healing first then planing and executing, ironical he was saved by one he should be saving the chick of a little girl, always attending to his needs with curious gazes. Someworth conscious at first and assuming for sure he would die given the...facility he is being housed but his host had fed him an humbling pie at his faithlessness in her abilities saving his life, now wounds healing.

"Ya wanchi it's time to eat" the girl's voice interrupted his brooding. The girl who talks ears weak is here again, speak of the pests...

"Thank you". Plans for getting back will have to remain in drafts. This time proper edited to perfection because failure is death for certain. Second chances like this was rare.

"Marsha Allah" reply always same. Two days now he eats outside with grandmother and granddaughter the former did not want him sitting indoors the entire day with the later attending to his wounds she was as good as the older woman.

"Today I take you round the Village after we see the Sarki". From his long stay he knew she referred to the chief who visited too often for his comfort. He had reservations about that man his smile too rehearsed.

"Ok". Tiny fingers continue to move over his body soon meshing his skin scents of the healing oil blanketing the entire hut in its comforting smell as he ignored how palms lingered on his upper chest or abdomen.

Love of the Almighty, she was barely a child and in an exploring stage so he would continue to humour her pretend not to notice hopefully she gets over this infatuation soon.

"We will go after I finish". If you do at the pace your palms are moving. As amusing as this regular routine is becoming he needed to see to his continuous free stay here.

That was yesterday, though his feigned clueless poker face was strong the chief was equally no fool but he grated the formal permission to live amongst them until he was fully healed, he did not plan to stay longer anyways. But he will miss his little tour guide, concluding village not that bad, the leader though, well at least he was allowed to stay here. In fact if he hadn't been handicapped perhaps he would have enjoyed it here. That and the fact that he seemed to have earned an enemy in form of the young Prince who seem to detest him from the first. Indeed he could not understand why after all, to the best of his knowledge, said royal contributed to his rescue.

He continued on slowly with the girl catching him in instances. She is strong for her size and the prince is lucky young man indeed if this thing went as he envisioned, both will be married off the grumpy young man will not have to worry about anyone not having his back.

Indeed the perfect queen. Deep within something hummed a need to have same with someone special someday bit for now he will allow her point out the market place, the square and towards the stream and finding a boulder to rest on responding to passersby.

Sitting close to him put the young girl on edge. This uneasiness could be clearly understood by any who bothered with a close observation to the two nestled at the corner did not have to do with anything she is accustomed to.

The man beside her with eyes like the embers of the residue of firewood. His hair darker even than the back of her grandmother's soup pot and skin like that of the sickly-looking-over-pale children.

Apart from his current state the girl knows that he was in no way sickly because aside from the arm fats that felt more like stones to the touch his presence made her feel a wanting type of unease each time his arm was around her to stable his walks or she is lifting him up to eat or tend to nature's call, bearring his pain as many respected great wrestlers in the village.

"Why are you staring?"

"Your eyes are closed" He did not un-please the eyes for a sickly-looking one.

"Why are you staring?" he requested again eyes still hidden from life.

"I am seeing your kind close for the first time". Carefull not to offend the stranger she tested her words before uttering them.

"Our skin... you are much alike to me but your eyes and skin... "

"So you are trying to find similarities between you and your yawanchee?"

Not being able to resist she laughed such was her laughter that it drew attention. This was one of a few times she fully laughed.

A smile on his face he felt happy to make h?the child laugh.

"Not just the skin. Your talk makes one want to laugh!"

"You're mocking my accent?" He feigned un-pleased. Her tiny push did not shift his position any.

"No. Because it is true".

"I know my pronunciations are.."

"Unmentionable?" She snorted

"I was thinking of another word but yes".

"Ok"

The conversation carried on blissfully afterwards and she forgot her unease for that period. But time moved on as always and it was long gone before long.

"Let us leave before its completely dark".

Enjoying their banter too much will not stop kaka from her anger if darkness meets their absence.

"Ok". She helped him up and slowly they made their way back.

"Yes but will you me bring back?"

"After my chores". Her silence was undecided for too long but he was happy she conceded at last laughing and mocked his eyes and how he could see with it at night. He could NOT.

"Hey no fair you know this place better than I"

"Don't be a sore loser". He grinned at that. She was being influenced well. If she thought his renunciation of her terms were weired she should hear herself with his ears trying to talk like him.

He will let her bask in her nervana.

Both continued to visit and played in their new discovered sport engrossed enough to be oblivious that a certain Prince was observing and not at all happy about this closeness. He must see his father now. He has thought to give her time but not now. He wished to break those fingers one bone to the next, fingers that touched what was his, rip the arm from the body it belonged.

For the first time he walked to his father first not minding his mother waiting expectantly in front of her door with his little bother attached to her hip. Making sure to control his incessenced breathing least the king consider him too impassioned to grant his intended request.

"Father. With a show of respect he waited for acknowledgement.

"Son" this game play between father and son. The former always testing the later's limit.

"I am ready" though not as young as he once was, the chief was still strong looking and from the look of the growing youth, he might exceed his progenitor.

"Have you chosen?"

"The healers granddaughter".

Smiling the Sarki stood from his resting chair to embraced his son same eyes locked in a stare. "You have made a good choice!"

"Yes father", he hesitated not certain now if this move was the best but then he thought how that strange pale specimen traced a sickly finger on her chin tilting her eyes to meet his.

With an experienced eye the chief knew what worried his young Prince. Had he not been in his position before and suffered the consequences for the wrong choices he made? Gnashing his teeth silently he vowed his son's would be different. His son would have the girl he wants.

"Nazir do you love her?" He already had an incline of what was to come but he still desired to hear it. He could not make sure the future contrasts with the past if his son was merely in infatuation.

"Yes father". Stine shook none.

"Then you will have her".

A pleased the young Prince evident with brightened face; the thought of having the girl of his dreams. That pale skin would not take her from me even if he tried now.

Now that he thought about it how long has it been, almost five full moons since he lived among them and there has been no word from his owners nor any sign of him wanting to leave. As the chief his father could not chase away a stranger in need, a stranger who did no wrong, his continued stay was permitted but not for much more if he continued his ways.

"Court her son". What had he been doing for the past days? She does not give him the talking eyes like he had seen her with that boy. What, she preferred boys in that color?

"She must become a woman first before the marriage can commence so you have time to court her, make her heart yours". Whoever was trying to cease his heart's content will contend with him.

"Yes father. But what do girls like?" Should he ask his mother instead? She is a female too..

Boisterously leading his son out of his resting shed the chief could not help wonder if the dance of flirting bore the same steps as it did in his days. "I will tell you how I wooed your mma".

Decided, both father and son took off earlier for their evening walks his mother undecided wether to smile at her men bonding or frown she may be loosing her son soon to his father no less.

☆GLOSSARIES☆

Kaka - Grandma

Ya wenchi - white person

Sarki - chief, king, ruler

Mma - mother.

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