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Untitled Part 29

"C'jit! For the third time, Bau'jah. Your mate is not with me, I don't know where she is, I haven't seen her for six months." Gahtan dodged another aggressive attack while he tried to explain, but he obviously wasn't interested in listening to him, this could be problematic.

"You took her away from me!" Bau'jah gritted out, approaching him again, fast.

"The clan leader ordered me to take her back," Gahtan quickly jumped out of the way, saved himself from being impaled by the sharp blades. This time, he had his excellent agility to thanks for, "I didn't have a choice." He added.

"You did, you could have told me the truth before you took my female with you. You obviously have a death wish." He kept approaching Gahtan, forced him into defensive play. He was clearly mad at his hunting brother for such betrayal. Especially someone he trusted, someone he was very close to.

"I couldn't! I was ordered by the clan leader not to tell you. Not even to contact you. I was merely following my orders," Gahtan explained quickly while moving, "it's your father you should blame, not me. C'jit! You think I wanted to get involved? I refused at first. But I can't disobey his orders."

"Then you must've expected this coming when you made your choice. In the end, you chose to face me." Bau'jah turned around and charged at him.

Gahtan made his way into the ship, but he didn't have enough time to shut the door as he followed him closely behind, he cursed inwardly when Bau'jah drew the sharp blades quickly across his chest, the cut was clean and deep, a river of fluorescent blood ran down his chest, "I do know where you can find her." Gahtan reminded him, just in case he was really going to kill him.

Like the universe had hit a pause button on him, Bau'jah's flurries of assault suddenly ceased, "where is my mate?" He asked Gahtan angrily. A look of impatience on his face.

"Now you wish me to live?" Gahtan chuckled lightheartedly as he lowered his gaze to examine the wound, he needed to stop the bleeding first. "This is the second time you injured me for that hooman." Reaching for his Medicomp fastened behind his back, Gahtan slid the metal container off and opened it. His mandibles flared as he hissed in pain for a second when the healing medicine made contact with his fresh wound.

Normally Gahtan wouldn't back off from a fight, it wasn't his style, but he had to admit, he did take his hooman mate away, and that fact made him feel somewhat obliged to fix things between them, to make this right. It was his original intention to explain everything if Bau'jah had stopped attacking him. In the end, all it took to calm him down was the whereabouts of that female. Unbelievable.

"You're lucky I didn't break you like I had planned. Tell me where she is so I can kill you later." Bau'jah inquired belligerently while appearing to be more impatient.

"You already sent me plenty of threats over the months, yet I'm still standing here, you know I'm not your enemy." Gahtan crossed his arms and smirked, "I've heard about the challenges. So, how does it feel to make history?"

"You don't make history, you can only hope to survive it, and I survived. I'd feel better when I choke you to death after you told me where my mate is. Now." He replied unhappily.

"I'm more valuable to you when alive, trust me. I'm afraid your mate might not be that happy to see you. She left you because of what you did. She was clearly hurt." Gahtan said.

"Nonsense. I would never harm her!" Bau'jah replied indignantly.

"No, not physically of course. I don't know what happened, only that she cried through the entire journey, almost drove me insane." Gahtan answered.

"What the pauk did you do to my mate?" This time, Bau'jah was outraged after hearing this. He moved closer and glared at him threateningly.

"Nothing, all I ever wanted is to stay away from your hooman. Well, it's an imperfect universe. I believe you know the real reason." Gahtan went on relentlessly.