The Queen and the King-Wanna-Bee

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“Why are you sipping your own shit? Are you all crazy?” a boy mosquito asked a bunch of bees that were seemed to be busy caressing something golden, sticky and fluid-like, probably, in order to achieve its perfect viscosity.

No one of them took even a single glimpse to see the mosquito, except the queen bee that seriously got up from her nap; obviously, the queen heard his ear-tearing voice which made her immediately fly outside her house—the colony’s so-called realm where she rules her empire.

The queen bee faced the silly mosquito while they’re both flying in air. She grunted in a little disgust before speaking. “Who are you? And what were you talking about a while ago?” She had the hint that the mosquito was just trying to make a fool out of them. She’s a queen and she will always think that her colony doesn’t deserve that kind of insult.

“Oh! This is my first time to talk to an insect that has a yellow-and-black skin color with a lot of thin bristles seemed planted all over her body. Don’t you think your complexion has something to disgust about?”

As fast as the raging wind in the forest, the mosquito conceitedly waved his sharp, long and thin sting beside his nose, pointing it into the queen’s chest.

“What are you doing?” The bee’s face got confused as her eyes trailed the slow gesture of the mosquito’s needle-like sting. But she remained calm as she looked at him with her microphone-textured eyes.

His sting was ready to be thrusted into her flesh, but he had frozen when he noticed something. “W-What are you doing? You’re supposed to be afraid, aren’t you?” he asked without looking at her in the eyes knowing that he could see her in his peripherals.

“Afraid of what?” If only the queen could furrow her forehead, she would. She couldn’t understand what the mosquito’s trying to convey.

“To be afraid of what I can do to you! Didn’t you know that I can sip all your blood in a blink?” His eyes were piercing daggers.

She sarcastically said, “Really? Sorry, but bees don’t blink.” She pursed her lips heading her to look badly unpredictable.  “How can I know how long you suck blood?”

“What?” His head went up facing her as his sting followed which pulled him up from eventually stinking her chest. “B-But I can kill you. You should be nervous now!”

“Why should I? If I can use my own sting to fight yours?”

Finally, the queen showed her erected prick beneath her butt. Those mosquito’s words bounced back to him; his lousy feet shortly fidgeted as if they were shaking noodles. But he’s determined to do what he ought to do. At last, he still got to recover his vigor. Eyes were seemed sharpened. Every blink was like a flesh-cutting blade that would leave you countless scars after deep cuts.

“A fight with me, I guess?” The mosquito started to motion his sting as what the queen did, eventually seeing her already dead in his mind.

Anger boiled between the two. Their formed strife engulfed the forest as each sword badly wanted to put its opponent’s flesh into pieces, probably, with no remorse and mercy at all, until they suddenly stopped to catch their breath.

“What’s your purpose, huh? Why are you here? Did the devils send you here to attack my angels?” the queen barely panted asking it to him as the fight started over. She was looking for a logical answer yet the mosquito refrained from speaking so. She was expecting for even a simple rebuttal just to defend himself like what he did earlier, but he just remained smiling.

What’s happening to this mosquito? To them?

There were tings heard on every strike of the both stings, shaking like iron rods bumped on something concrete.