Poison •E.killmonger

Chapter 2 • Mbini

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It had been a few days since i had been to the lab, not because i was hiding in embarassment of punching the prince in the throat, but because Shuri simply didnt need any vibranium. I was always amazed at her inventions and usually hung around to see what she was building except today.

Today i was spending my day in one of my favorite places of the castle... the library. It was the most peaceful place in here and usually most empty since nearly every book in here had been at our fingertips with a touch of out kimoyo bracelet.

Click.

Turning the page i take a bite out of the fresh green apple—

Click

And begin chewing

Click click

Stoping i look over both shoulders to get a better idea of where the noise was coming from and slowly pull my hair clip out of my curls releasing the latch so it turns into a blade.

Click click click

Tip-toeing through the long breezy aisles the clicking noise becomes louder which makes me clutch my knife tighter in my now sweaty palms.
Licking my lips i say a silent prayer to bast Once i reach the end and see a tall wide shadow.

Click click click click.

Now or never i tell myself before letting out a war cry only to be grabbed by arm turned around and have my wrist squeezed until i drop the knife.

"First you punch me in my throat now youre trying to stab me?" His deep voice husk out. Due to his chest being up against my back and arms wrapped around me i feel the vibration from what i think is his growl until i hear the baritone laughter. Releasing me from his grip i step away quickly picking up my dagger.

"Y'know sweet heart, this the second time youve attacked me. I may have to report you for treason" he says with a lighthearted tone that lets me know hes joking.

"Is that a threat? Because im sure i have a compelling argument" i reply fiddling with my now dented dagger.

"Oh really?" He teases back crossing his arm over his broad chest which causes his muscles to bulge slightly. I quickly look back up to his mocha eyes and the same playful look is there letting me know he hadnt caught my wandering gaze, either that or he just had a good pooker face.

"Youre an atagonist, you enjoy picking fights. The first time i punched you it interested you, with the fire still brewing behind your eyes id say it thrilled you" i grin innocently unaware how spot on i was.

"Is that the conclusion youre jumping to?" He ask smoothly not replying to what i said and i instantly know i got him.

"Youre not denying it" i give my witty remark watching as he licks his lips running a hand over the column of his neck which my eyes follow. My eyes catch the purple bruise on his neck that definitely has the imprint of my ring.

"My apologies prince..." i begin feeling regret at my actions 3 days ago. He gives me a look of shock but its gone as quickly as it came.

"Why do you keep calling me a prince?" He asked with that blank face once more and i hault my movements.

Now its my turn that i give him a look of confusion.

"Are you not n'jadaka, son of N'jobu?" I question rhetorically watching as he stumbles over his words. "Are you not prince N'jadaka?" I ask him watching as a range of emotions play on his face like a slideshow.