Not a Soldier Yet |Ao'nung x Neteyam|

18. The Truth's Agony

Neteyam was lying on the beach; the sun had already set, hidden behind the faintest lines of the horizon. The night was peaceful and quiet. He enjoyed being out here by the ocean. He felt at peace here. The world is always so quiet, Nothing ever made a sound, not even his own wildly racing thoughts. He liked to come here to listen to the nothingness. Perhaps it was strange, but knowing how big the universe was and how small he was compared to it brought him peace.

There was nothing better than knowing that all his problems were absolutely tiny compared to the giant nature of the world. It made things seem so much simpler. He found it easier to accept his problems when he was lying in the sand. It was something he had been doing for months, It was his ritual. Every time that something terrible happened to him, he found himself coming here. This was the most popular part of the beach during the day. It was also most probably the easiest to reach by foot. Sometimes, he liked to avoid swimming. Unless the weather was warm, his hair dried quite slowly. There were days he was not in the mood for that.

He had been lying there for hours now; there was nobody else nearby. Not until this moment. Someone came to destroy his peace. He was too tired to react. Instantly, all the happiness that had slowly come back into his life vanished. O'ekvì had already learned his lesson, and he did not try to comment pick fights anymore. The same could not be said about his slightly older friend. Neteyam realized immediately that he was in danger when he saw Ulro.

" Why are you always lying on the ground, Freak?" The Taller man asked, He's a voice full of malicious intent. And he did not try to hide it. He wanted the other to be afraid, and he wanted real painful reactions. He was not satisfied, Neither was he easy to scare away.

When he received no verbal answer or any form of a reaction from the smaller mail His cool smile faded into a disgusted sneer. He made no move to cause physical harm yet, but Neteyam knew it was coming soon.

A feeling of wild self-destruction took control of his actions.

" I am just trying to place myself in your shoes and experience your life as a dormat."

Ulro frowned. He did not understand half of the words the other was saying. This only fueled his disgust and anger. And that was exactly to result the Omaticaya wanted. The smaller male sat up slowly.

" You better stop speaking your demon language in my home. Who knows what I will do to you for it. " Ulro glared.

" Oh, I think I know. You're going to pretend to be a big scary adult and beat me up." Neteyam stood slowly; his voice was mocking as he spoke. " But I wonder if you know that I let you get away with everything. I never told anybody what you were doing to me because I've never wanted it to end. How does that make you feel?"

" I always knew you were a freak. But I am surprised that you are a freak this big, " Ulro grumbled. He seemed to calm down in his surprise. He no longer seemed as angry as he did when he first arrived. Neteyam wondered if this had anything to do with his confession. It most likely did. He found himself not caring enough to try and find out. He wanted to feel pain. Life has just been too plain the past few days; everybody had been acting extra kind and careful around him, and it was slowly making him feel like he was drowning. He did not like the feeling of drowning. He knew what it felt like.

" Maybe I am a freak. Alien, isn't that what you think? There's one thing I will never be. I will never be a disappointment as big as you are." His words seemed to cause the desired effect. His tormentor glared so hard, and Neteyam almost felt like he should run away. Ulro lunged forward and easily caught Neteyam's queue; the Omaticaya did not try to get out of the way.

He was turned around roughly and shoved forward until his knees hit the ground. A small, sharp shell marred the skin of his knees mercilessly, drawing blood before his attacker could. Ulro did not hesitate to grab his throat from behind, blocking his air almost completely. Neteyam tried to struggle, but every move he made cause pain to throb in the back of his head, where Ulro was grasping at his queue.