I woke up to the sound of that voice again. It whispered my name over and over.
“YUKI…YUKI…YUKI…YUKI…”
I pounded my fist on my head. It stopped. I smiled triumphantly, though still slightly crept out, and opened my eyes to smile at…
The sleeping bag.
Nami’s gone. I shot up and looked around, my eyes landing on Candor’s log. Candor was gone too. I stood on my feet and began to subconsciously pace, worried out of my head. Where was she? Where was he? Oh my god, she could have gotten kidnapped, she could have been killed, maybe Candor turned again, maybe the captain didn’t hold true to his word, maybe-
Candor took her.
Candor took Nami.
I felt the heat start burn my skin. He took Nami. He took MY Nami. Oh, that sorry son of a bitch better have an explanation for his damned self or else I will rip that lying throat of his neck and kill that jacka-
“Yuki!” His voice called out from behind. My eyes narrowed. I’m sorry Nami, but you’re just gunna have to endure this.
“Candor, you-“ I spun around and stopped immediately when I saw them both half naked. My eyes widened considerably.
“WHAT IN ALL OF HELL DID YOU-“ I stopped again when I realized that her body was limp in his arms, looking very weak. My mouth clamped shut. I rushed over and snatched her from him, stroking her hair gently and running back to set her on the sleeping bag. I searched her body for any signs of scratches, any scars, any cuts. None. Good, she’s not hurt. I breathed a sigh of relief, although I was far from it. At least he managed to bring her back okay.
Candor’s shadow came up behind me. “Hey look man, I-“
“Shut up.” I snapped, cutting him off. He didn’t say anything else. He is gunna get it when I was sure Nami was okay. I’m gunna rip his throat out. I’m gunna kill that bastard for taking Nami…
Wait, Nami!
My thoughts were pushed aside as I took a peak down at her figure. The organ in my sweatpants started to throb. Damn, that girl has a body. How will I be able to control myself around her? Even her scent drives me up the wall. Candor must have seen it because he so graciously decided to give out a comment.
“She’s really finely sculpted isn’t she? I hope you don’t mind me taking a look for myself on the way here.” Sarcasm dripped from his words. Fuck no, he did not just say that. I stood up and turned around very slowly, finding it extremely hard to not wring his throat right now. Oh, is he gunna get it now. That sorry sucker is going to beg for mercy when I’m done with him. Beg. He smirked.
“You son of a-“ My words came to a halt when something below caught my attention. My eyes lowered to his sweatpants. I clenched my jaw, my hands balling up into fists. Candor just laughed and walked away from me, wiggling his fingers over his shoulder. Oh, he took a look all right. And he’s really going to pay for it now. I might as well just knock the living daylight’s out of this fucker right now. Lucky he used to be my friend, I might even consider going easy on him. That bastard-
“Mmm.” Nami groaned. I dropped back to her side and looked back and forth between her eyes, waiting for them to open. They didn’t. I looked at her body again, noticing she was shivering. I looked behind me to see if Candor was there. Nope. Walking over to the duffel bag, I grabbed a towel and tried to decide what to dress her in. Not like we have much variety. I just grabbed sweatpants and a shirt, slipping them over her body with ease. She was as light as a feather. I wrapped the towel around her hair and pulled her into me, trying to transfer some body heat. Not like our first day here though. Not when Candor was around.
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Fort Callibus (IN HEAVY REPAIR)
FantastikDestiny: the predetermined, inevitable and irresistible, course of events. Nami knows what this is but sure as hell doesn't believe in it. Leading a dry, lonely life inside the isolated and supposedly abandoned walls of Fort Callibus, she believes...