Song of the Firebird

Fifty Two

TW: Mentions of Violence

That was it.

Natasha decided to put an end to whomever had to insult anything about her love. Or her lover. Kirk's comment about Jay's race brandished her skin as if it were a red hot iron. The last thing she would remember was that love did require race as a criterion.

Before Jay defended himself, Natasha shed all her fears and weaknesses that she had in her shell. Anger seeped through her skin as she picked up criticism that was never worth a penny, yet, that was considered an aspect of discriminating people.

During her trip to Madurai, she would admit to whomever who had other designated opinions about the race that plastered the dark skinned people that she never felt anything short in the love and hospitality showered upon her and her friends. They were stared at differently, that she would not deny. But, when Jay's family discovered about her connections with Jay, they were more welcoming and warm. She even wondered whether her mother would welcome Jay with the same warmth.

Even if Maggie didn't, Natasha would be full on resolute about her choice and with no doubt, she would easily convince her mother of her reunion with her lover.

The more she got involved with Jay, the more she wanted to learn about him. As much as he took interest in indulging her with American traditions and the way of living, she wanted to do the same for him, even when he didn't expect anything from her side. She went crazy for him - so crazy that she started living in a dreamy stage, set entirely upon his farmlands in Madurai.

Natasha made sure that even a single comment would not wedge it's way through the life she had dreamed of making into reality. Not from anyone, specifically, from a creature like Kirk Dogen. This time, she decided, she wanted him to realise that he was not playing with a small fire, but an inferno.

Taking slow strides, Natasha inched stealthily to where there were fishing equipment. She scanned through the mix, finding a suitable object to fend the monster off from her life. A long spear caught in her line of sight. When her hand extended to grab them, she heard Jay mutter darkly. Flinching, she turned her head and engulfed the scene.

Despite being subdued, there was confidence flashing in his eyes, after the very insult made about his race. Natasha was enthralled about the way that R-word had impacted him. For she could conclude that he had so many scars just because of its existence.

While locking her fingers around the spear, she heard a loud smack that brought her back to the present. Enraged at every blow her lover received, she gripped the spear and aimed at Kirk's back, with an intent to stop him from hitting further.

The spear pierced past through Kirk's muscles and an inch of the tip became visible on Jay's side. Jay's eyes grew wider at Natasha's bold move. While the lovers locked eyes for the third time that day with pain, Kirk screams filled in the air.

Grunting, Kirk was up from his feet and turned to Natasha. He swung his hands back and pulled out the spear, without breaking the eye contact with her. Wincing, he threw the spear from his hold, he said, 'That was not chivalric, brat. True humans do not take advantage of other's backs. Besides, it is rude of you to intervene when we, two gentlemen, are in the middle of some serious sh*t.'

Natasha smirked and said, 'All is fair in love and war.'

Kirk scoffed at her choice of statement. 'Bullsh*t.' He pranced above her, making her dodge successfully.

'What about you, then? Is it fair for you to hold someone hostage after knocking them out? Where did your chivalry go?' Natasha spat at him, letting the truth out in the open. 'I was visiting my sick mother, dammit. I would like to remind you that she was pushed to that condition just because she had kept in touch with you, after forgiving you with a heavy heart for all those things you did to us!'