nala

talk

Torra

"What?" Nala questioned, seemingly shocked that I wanted to talk to her. She totally freaked after the cannibal thing, which was super weird but I ignored it for the time being.

"I want to talk." I restated.

"Fine. We'll talk." Nala agreed, obviously sarcastic. "Do you want to talk about my unforgettable youth? No, how about me getting stabbed under agreement for Andi, but still functioning perfectly even though I want to puke my stomach out?" Nala yelled. "Take your pick."

"What about the stab?" I asked, desperate to hope she was okay. I should've known she wasn't fine. She wouldn't say anything about it.

"Turns out when a knife goes inside of your stomach eating food becomes a burden." Nala admitted.

"Are you alright?" I reached for her hand, but she pulled away quickly.

"Please don't touch me." She held piece of folded paper, but I wouldn't ask questions about it yet.

"Are you alright? I mean, cannibalism?" I asked still desperate that she would tell me it was a joke.

"No I'm not! I ate a person knowing that if I had just starved myself Elliot would feed me adequately!" Nala yelled, tears pricking at her eyes. I didn't take anything personally; she needed to yell about this. "Dammit!" Nala seemed to finish. "You said you wanted to talk. So you talk." Nala collected herself, waiting for me to talk.

Something in my brain switched it into overdrive. Without control, I blurted. "I want you."

"No, no, no, no." Nala whimpered. "Good Ana. I was-I was going to leave for the coastline clan. Dammit Torra!" Nala admitted. She seemed to grip her folded paper a bit tighter.

"What's that?" I asked, glancing quickly down to the parchment.

"It's nothing." She fought, beginning to walk backwards, toward the bed.

"No, it's something." I countered.

"No, its-its nothing." Nala continued, obviously lying. Nala didn't stutter. She walked back, this time faster. She walked straight into the bed, falling backwards, keeping her robe tight. She climbed backwards a little, only leaving me space to climb next to her. Nala sat up a little, approaching me slightly.

"Nothing, you said?" I asked, less angered by her secret.

"Yes. Nothing." Nala restated, smiling a bit.

"Is that so?" I smiled, approaching her.

"It is so." Nala smiled even brighter, becoming more and more sensual by the second. She smiled quickly, before rolling over her shoulder and jumping up. I was still dazed by her that she had plenty of time to get up and grab something from the wardrobe. She ran out the door, pulling on a long silk robe. I have no idea how she managed to dress herself that freaking fast. It was ridiculous.

I chased after Nala, hoping she wouldn't find a horse and ride away. She can't. I need her. Nala ran down the stairs so fast that it sounded just like Napoli's automatic guns. She sprinted through the hallway to the throne room, doors slamming behind her. I ran through the empty throne room to the courtyard, where had dashed across. She tried to take the stairs fast, but slowed, enough to be slower than me. I sped up, able to grab her hand.

Nala tried to pull away but I refused, instead pulling her closer and kissing her. I held tight to her hips, careful to avoid her stomach wound. Nala retreated, sweat dotting her forehead. She was breathing heavily, looking between either of my eyes.