Mune Olo'eyktan [Neteyam x Aonung]

Part 89

Neteyam glances to the side nervously, and briefly to the sand before looking back up at the marine boy's infuriated face.

Aonung- What the fuck?! You just tried to kill him!

Neteyam- I know, I know, but I-

Mo'dan- Guys!

As if on cue, Mo'dan comes running up to them urgently. But the moment he stops, before getting another word out, he's socked in the face, making him hit the ground.

Neteyam hops back as he watches Aonung jump onto the boy, punching him repeatedly. Mo'dan covers his face, until Aonung pulls his knife out and holds it to his throat.

He uncovers his eyes, looking up at his mate's scowling face, then zoning in on his pitiful watering eyes.

Aonung- Why the hell do you do this shit to me?!

He says nothing as the blade held against his throat begins to tremble.

Aonung- We were friends, Mo'dan! Friends!

Neteyam was going to separate the two, but now stands frozen, watching it unfold.

Aonung- I was comfortable with you. I trusted you. But even after I told you no, the moment I turned my back, you bonded with me like I'm a fuckin' Ilu! . . . Who the hell does that to their friend?!

Mo'dan merely stares into the pure rage in Aonung's eyes.

Aonung- Now you go and taint the only ray of sunshine I have in this hole you put me in!

His guilt and regret wells up into his eyes, and he feels tears forming as he listens to this normally controlled boy lash out at him.

Aonung- Why do you hate me, huh?! What the hell did I ever do to you?!

Aonung catches his breath, waiting for a response. Mo'dan looks to the side and sees his father, who he was originally coming to warn them about, in the distance.

He takes a deep breath, and contemplates a big decision, before making up his mind. He can't keep living like this, and can't keep forcing Aonung to do the same. He's sick of hurting someone he cares about.

Mo'dan- I don't hate you. I never wanted to do any of this to you, it was my father that wanted this so he could have a place in authority.

Both boys' eyes widen, and he glances towards his father that's getting closer, so he rushes his words.

Mo'dan- But I'm not begging for forgiveness, because I don't deserve it. I could've refused his wishes but I wasn't strong enough, and that's on me.

Aonung- Mo-

Mo'dan- I know it's hard to believe, but I do feel for you, despite everything I've done. Which is why I have no problem doing this . . .