04.14.2018 and I'm publishing it 06.24.2018... damn
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Walking around Wakanda with Nakia was definitely not the first thing on my check list, but I had to do the unthinkable to get his challenge thing off my mind.
"You seem to be deep in thought." Nakia says, waving at a few onlookers that must be thinking, 'the King's ex, and his rumored love interest, walking together?'
"Yeah. This whole challenge thing-"
"-Is what N'Jadaka had coming. He could not have just barged in here 24 years late and think he would still be legible to the throne." Nakia says, walking faster.
"Okay? So if he was convinced to back out of the challenge, wouldn't he just be a prince?"
"If he had not asked to be the King, the council would have at least allowed him to live-"
"Whoa whoa whoa. What do you mean?"
"I mean the only way Killmonger is getting out of the fight, ALIVE, is by winning. Even if he yielded to T'Challa, he would be turned in and the consequences of his abrupt actions would be immediate." She says, showing no emotion on her face.
"T'Challa promised me that Erik wouldn't die." I say, upset at how different my voice sounded. Nakia shrugged.
"That promise sure does have a nice way of keeping itself true." She walked forward, showing me sites that suddenly had no interest to me anymore.
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"Look. I know that kid, okay? And if someone is good at fighting, it's him. He WILL channel his rage and pain into the fight, and based on the number of things that were taken away from him in this life, he has a lot to channel into." I say, pacing back and forth, and Agent Ross nods.
"He's also from the J-Arc unit, now these guys are serious. They will drop off the grid and rap up multiple kills like it's a video game. Erik is another example of a born and bred assassin."
"Right. So best way to do this is if y'all don't fight, and have a nice little chat about this challenge thing." I say, putting emphasis on the 'don't'. T'Challa laughs and fidgets with the ring on his finger.
"It's not something to be discussed." I raise an eyebrow.
"Is it?" I grin. T'Challa looks at me worriedly.
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"This is not going to work."
"Says who?" I grin. T'Challa tries to smile with the grills in his teeth. I laugh. He was wearing one of the hoodies he got from abroad, and I ripped a pair of his jeans, and put a baseball hat on his head.
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"And what's this supposed to do?" Erik asks as he wears one of T'Challa's long man-dresses with his hair braided back.
"Oh you know, you can wear the damn thing unless you want to be locked up in this room for the remainder of the week." I say, smirking slyly.
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"I feel... stupid." T'Challa says, walking to my room.
"You look as stupid as you feel." He scoffs and I laugh.
"If you're going to make me wear something from your culture, you gotta wear something from mine."
"Your culture? You're an American!" I open the door and Erik is sitting on my bed.
"Wrong. She's as Wakandan as me." He creases out the man-dress, biting his lip when he sees me. I was wearing a 1/4 hoodie, basically the ones with the sleeves, and underneath it was a romper with African print.
"Gotta say, this man-dress is kinda snug." Erik grins, grabbing a sleeve and ripping it off. I gasp.
"I think I can say the same about this hat." He crumples it and the middle part snaps.
"if you can't even meet to talk about the fight you're about to fight without fighting, what type of cousins are you?"
"The type that has a cousin whose daddy just LEFT his 6 year-old nephew in the United States!" Erik says sarcastically.
"I'm not my father, okay-" E cuts him off.
"You're not? Yet you're doing the same shit he did when he was on the throne?"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? Exploit my weapons to the world and cause war among countries that want to use our weapons for harm and not good?"
"So you think the shit they are doing to people that look like us isn't 'not good'? With the weapons that Wakanda has, you can equip millions and bring justice and the ultimate comeuppance to those that deserve it." I sit back on the spinning chair, listening to their pointless arguments, even though Erik has a point.
"You HAVE A POINT! But by thinking Wakanda is going to allow to be run by an assassin your point is dissuaded!"
"Good thing I didn't ask for their opinion, cause we are having that fight, and I'm going to win it, and your dead ass will rue the day you messed with Erik Killmonger." He storms out of the room, leaving T'Challa to pace back and forth.
"Oakland, California, Room 1401, 1992, a horrible event occurred, and, well, you can see the aftermath of it." I say, slipping out of the room.
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"He is beauty, he is grace, he will punch you in the face," I sing, walking towards Erik. He was sitting at the river bank, and when he turned to face me I saw the tears falling down his face.
"Aww, baby" I grab him and wrap my arms around him. It was rare moments like this that made me remember he was human. He carried himself, with his head held so high you couldn't see the tears in his eyes.
"I wanted to settle down with you, you know, have a kid or two or three, but look what I did instead." He laughs and more tears spill out of his eyes.
"You're angry, I understand. But you also have to look at where I'm coming from, okay?" He nods, sniffling.
"I'm scared, okay? I'm scared that this challenge shit will make you look bad, and I'm scared that you came all this way and still won't be accepted, and- and I'm scared because I fucking love you, and I'm scared to admit that because you're gonna get all cocky and bigheaded and conceited and- and I don't give a fuck because I love you, okay? And I'm selfish enough to admit that I do. So even if you feel like they took everything you love, they haven't taken everything that loves you."
"They fucking have! T'Challa fucking eye rapes you every chance he gets! And I want to prove to him that he doesn't get to have MY GIRL, okay? He can fucking take the throne, the money, the whole of fucking Wakanda if he gets a kick out of that, but he will not get you. You're the only thing I have left." I smile.
"I'm not going nowhere, okay? I don't want to leave, and I know you don't want me to." He pulls the middle finger and I smile. He stands up, and dusts himself off.
"We got this, E."
"And I got you, T." He says, and I rest my head on his shoulder as we stare at the water, rising and falling and calmly washing away our fears.
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04.19.18
Did this take me 5 days to write? Yes. It did.
They ARE SO CUTE EHEJSJSJSJJSDGSH
all the boys I know are trash smh
Luh y'all stay sweggy
