Chapter 14
"How could you possibly love someone like me!?" Kila screeched. Omi stood there slightly stunned at her outburst. "I mean, I...I...killed your people, your allies. Why would you want someone who has done such terrible things?" Kila broke down into sobs.
"True what you have done in the past can not be erased, but you can take the steps to move on to a better life." Omi said gently.
"Even if I tried, the others wouldn't accept me. I would never be allowed to 'be' one of them."
"You don't know that Kila. My mother had problems getting accepted too, but she eventually was accepted."
Kila looked up at him a moment, stunned. "Mother? Is she a queen?"
"No, she's a subspecies of mudokon. One that doesn't have queens, rather equal parts of male and female."
"I've never heard of any such mudokons."
"Well," Omi looked sad for a moment, "As far as we know, my mother is the only one left of her kind."
"Oh,...but then who's your father? If she never met a male of her kind then how..."
"Two words: Divine Intervention. Mainly my father was given the ability to reproduce by a benevolent god."
"Your father must have done some great deeds if they decided to bestow him with such an ability. Who is your father again?"
"Well..um...Abe is."
Again Kila looked at him shocked, "A..Abe is your father?" When Omi nodded, Kila brought her knees up to her chest, "Then...there's no way I could be accepted."
"Kila, I told you, you don't know that. Abe is a very understanding guy, well save to me."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he has never given me a chance to prove myself. I know he loves me and just wants to protect me, but dam it he over does it. He didn't even want me to find you to try to show you the errors of your ways. He doubts my abilities and he won't let me prove to him otherwise!" Omi sat down next to Kila, trying to fight back the tears but they came anyway.
Kila watched him stunned, not knowing what to say to him. Hesitantly she put a hand on his shoulder and said, "At least you have someone you can really call father."
Omi looked up at her, "What do you mean by that?"
"I...don't really have a mother or father, I'm a...Vykker creation. So in a sense I can't really be called a mudokon at all."
"Don't talk about yourself like that. You are a mudokon, no matter what your origins are. And no matter what happens, you will always be welcome here, with me."
Omi stroked the side of her face and just gazed at her lovingly for a moment. Then he leaned toward her and kissed her on the lips. At first Kila was so shocked that she couldn't respond. But then she let herself relax and eagerly keep that kiss going...
Chapter 15
When they woke up the next morning they were in each others arms, still fully clothed.
"Man my vest is all wrinkled now." Omi grumbled, sitting up and trying to flatten out the wrinkles. Kila just giggled at him.
"I just thought of something..." Kila said.
"What? A way to get the wrinkles out?" Omi asked.
"No silly, I was thinking that since both your parents are fertile you must be too." she said with a sly smile.
"Well..." Omi said starting to turn red,"As far as I know I am."
"Lets see for sure..."
Suddenly before he could stop her, Kila pulled open the front part of his shorts and looked in. Then she let go and sat back up proudly. Omi was now very red.
"Yep." she said with a mischievously grin.
"Jeez I could have told you I had something down there..." he muttered, quite embrassed.
"So modest."
"You think? How would you like it if I pulled your top open and looked in?"
"I would kill you if you tried. Ok so maybe went a little too far there. I'm sorry."
"Well I forgive you," Omi said getting his normal color back, "lets take a look at your wound shall we?"
"Ok." Kila laid on her side so Omi could remove the bandages.
"Looks like your all healed up now." he said as he as ran his fingers over the area lightly. Kila suddenly started giggling.
"Stop that, that tickles."
"Oh really?" Omi said with a mischievous grin on his face. Kila saw this.
"Oh no, no your not." she said as she tried to crawl away, but Omi caught her and started tickling her. She bursted out in laughter. "Stop it, you creep!" she managed to say between laughs.
Omi stopped but didn't go of her. Instead he pulled her close to him and embraced her, kissing her neck. He did this for a few minutes, Kila enjoying every second of it.
"I just remembered something." he said as he let go of her and stood up.
"What?" she asked.
"Well.." Omi walked over and pulled something out of his dresser. It was a dress of sorts, it was light purple with darker purple feather designs on it. The front of the neck was lined with light blue feathers. "I got you this awhile ago, but back then you weren't exactly...accepting of me. I figured you would be more open to try this on now."
Kila looked at it curiously, "Um ok, I'll try it on. But I'll need you to leave the room."
"Aw you mean I can't watch?" Omi said mischievously, only to get a pillow in the face, "Ok ok I'm going." Omi went into the next room, sulking.
"Ok you can come back in now." she said after a few mins. Omi walked back in and his heart stopped.
"I think I've just fallen in love with you all over again." he said.
"Please." Kila said looking embrassed.
"What's wrong? You look good in that." Omi said as he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"I don't know, I'm just not used to this type of clothing, its so..."
"Unindustrial?"
"Yeah."
"Well if you don't like it you don't have to wear it. I'm not going to force you to. Don't wear it just for my sake. I just thought you would like to get out of those clothes you were in for once."
"Hmm you're right there." Kila said with a giggle, "they were getting a bit grungy."
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