Nashuri Collection (Namor x Shuri)

The Eyes are the Windows to the Soul pt. 7

The Eyes are the Windows to the Soul (7.)

Shuri whirred on M'Baku in fury.

"Are you out of your mind?" She screeched.

M'Baku swallowed, the full weight of his hasty decision settled on him. The dining room felt too small with Shuri's anger surrounding them and his regret pooling at his feet.

"He was an annoying gnat that I swatted," he told her weakly.

"He is ..." Shuri covered her face. "He's irrational, and you may have started another war! We barely survived the last one."

"Enough! Already I know how badly I reacted. Have you never made a mistake?"

That quieted Shuri immediately but her eyes were still hard as rocks.

The uncomfortable silence swelled until M'Baku broke it. He slammed his fist into his hand.

"Go to him. Wear the panther suit."

"Why?"

"Because you will act as peacekeeper."

She recoiled almost tripping over her feet. "No, no every time I try to play mediator, especially with him, I make things worse."

"He told me you could have won him over eventually. All that has transpired is no fault of your own. Go, Shuri. He'll listen to you because—"

"—Because he loves me," Shuri answered, folding her arms.

How much she looked like Ramonda at that moment with her steadfast determination and cool expression.

"Aye? How much have you all discussed? He told you of his plans for 5 children as well?"

"Enough jokes, M'Baku. If I'm going in the pocket dimension, you'll have to be able to bring us both out." Her mind started to work and she summoned Griot, looking through various files and program settings.

"I'm not joking. I hope that body of yours can handle him. But yes, tell me again what I need to do."

Holding her head as if fighting a headache, Shuri gritted her teeth. "Did I say I'm going to fall across his lap? Did I say I will pour all my hopes and dreams into a—a fish man? Don't make a decision for me. Namor's jealousy is his own. I still haven't chosen a husband."

M'Baku held his hands up in surrender. This woman. The Shuri spark of fire was brimming again. It was a welcome change from sad sack Shuri or annoying Shuri with the humor of a mischievous child.

She instructed him how to alter the audio and environmental settings of the box.

"Usually, I have the pocket dimension set as a white space since it's mostly meant for holding things. But that could be claustrophobic, so I changed it to a beach setting. It'll feel as if we're really talking on the Wakandan shore."

"The same one where your mother—

Her eyes were focused on Griot's holographic screen.

"Yes, that very one."

There was space for questioning but she had been through enough for the day. He chose not to comment on it further.

"Anyway, not that you should be listening in but connect your kimoyo beads via Bluetooth, so when I call you, you'll hear me. And you can prevent us from killing each other."

"Or kissing," M'Baku said.

Her face twisted. "Are you on drugs? Suddenly, you're gunning for him as #1 husband?"

"Shuri, he's not going to want to fight with you. He's a lovesick mess of a man. I've witnessed his tantrums."

Shuri rolled her eyes but said nothing. With a shaky hand, she turned on her panther suit.