Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Stars of Fate ❯ Chapter Thirty ( Chapter 13 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Yori looked down as she ran the scanner over his stomach. "Why did it beep?" he asked as he played with the ring. Putting it on his finger he felt a tiny prick as it stabbed into his finger to collect a blood sample.

"It doesn't matter...it's taken care of..." she said and put the neutralizer down. Should she feel bad? It wasn't like it was even anything yet. Just a fertilized egg...nothing more. She sat on the bed. Would Yori care? And how could he not know what it means when it beeps? Everyone knew that. Even children.

He shrugged and looked back down at the ring. "Okay, so the ring is on. How do I make it...uh...work?" There were only two buttons, the red one and green one; and neither one did the holo image.

"I already told you." Was he ignoring her or just didn't care? That was annoying. She handed him the instructions. "Read it for yourself. I shouldn't have to repeat myself," she said and laid back. "I don't want you wearing that thing all the time. Just when you go outside or answer the door or something."

Yori nodded and flipped through the instructions. He was surprised that they actually had an instruction written in Eldarian. He leafed through it and did as it instructed. His hair got darker and longer, his face hardened making him look older and more refined. Once he looked at himself in the mirror he turned back to Alana to get her approval. "What do you think of Haden?" As soon as he spoke he realized his voice would probably give him away. He tuned another thing to make his voice sound deeper and more mature.

"I like Yori better," she said with a shrug.

He smiled. Pressing the button, he took off the ring and put it on her nightstand. Walking over to the bed, he crawled beside her and wrapped his arms around her. "Well I like Yori better too," he said as he nuzzled her.

Alana twisted in his arms to face him. "Were you a virgin before you and I...well...the other day?"

Yori shook his head. "No...I...well, my first time was with Ophelia," he said slowly. "Though there's a few times I don't remember, just blank spaces when I met her. I don't know if...if my other half did anything."

Alana relaxed. Most likely the fertilized egg she terminated was Ophelia's. She still wasn't even sure if her race and his race could have children. It would definitely be a first. She smiled. "Yeah...I still have the marks from our first time when you blacked out. I'm glad you stayed blue eye Yori for this time." She caressed his face.

He just smiled. "So...you like me better than the golden eyed me?"

Alana shrugged. "Honestly, I don't know. I've spent more time with you than the other half, but I think if I got to know that side of you more I could come to care about it just as much as I do this side. I know if I want to be with you, I need to care about both sides, so at some point I really need to just spend time with that side of you."

"Oh..." Even though his other side was still him, he didn't like that. She seemed happy to be with him, so why would she even bother with his other side? He wished that he could somehow converse with his other side, or just get rid of it altogether. Everything he'd heard about the other him wasn't good. He'd slept with Alana and hurt her in the process. He did bad things, very bad things; and yet he couldn't escape that because it was him.

"He cares about me like you do...he told me. I think I owe it to him to get to know him like I did you." She smiled and rubbed his ears. "But I always know how to bring you back. So whenever you feel comfortable letting him have control, don't think I will forget about you."

"You better not." He wanted to pout, but it was hard with her rubbing his ears. It wasn't fair. How could he stay upset when she scratched him like that? "I'll...I'll be very upset. I don't like not knowing what's going on...so don't expect him to take over anytime soon. I-" He stopped in mid rant and started purring. Damn her.

Alana stood. She pushed a button on the wall and a door on the wall lifted, showing a screen. "I'll record it. You'll know everything that happens. You won't miss a beat," she said. She crawled back on the bed and close to him. Lightly, she pressed her lips to him, massaging them together before pulling back.

He moaned softly into the kiss. Looking at the screen and then to her, he bit his lip. "Well I don't know how to switch him over," he told her. "It just sort of happens."

Alana sat back a minute. "Maybe it works the same way for him...only...opposite. You like your ears rubbed and he..." reaching down, she started to rub his pants, rubbing her hand over his bulge, "likes other things rubbed."

So what? Rub one thing you get one personality and rub the other you get someone else? He shuddered as he felt her hand rub him. His bulge was starting to get large. Leaning his head back he shuddered again, his eyes slowly turning to a glassy amber.

Alana moved her lips to his neck and started nibbling on his flesh, but a little more rougher than she would with her blue eye Yori. Her hands moved up his body, lightly racking her nails across his skin.

Yori hissed as her nails ran over his flesh. His hands went up and took hers moving it back down on his bulge. "Don't stop on my account," he whispered, his fangs grazing her ear as he pulled back. A smirk was plastered on his face as his golden eyes stared back at her. "I like it when you're rough."

Alana sat up. "Ok, now that I got you here," she pushed something on the wall and the screen started recording. "I know you know why you are here. And it's not to have sex."

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes, I know why I'm here. At any point during that dreary conversation I could've pushed through and come out. Normally the pipsqueak needs the right motivation, like dying.... " He smirked once more. "But I really do like your way of doing it. Very...hands on."

"Well it was either that or beating you out, but I really like the bones in my hands to be...not shattered."

He shrugged. "Well, feel free to do it whenever you want. I liked it."

Alana rolled her eyes. "Keep it in your pants." She looked at him. Even the way he just looked at her was different for the way his other personality did. The way he looked at her made her hot all over. He was the bad boy parents didn't want their daughters with but the daughters couldn't resist. She was no different. It was hard to keep on track and not sexually assault him. "Tell me a little about yourself."

He rolled his eyes and pushed himself into a better sitting position. "Gee, let's see. I'm Yori...so everything that has happened to Yori has happened to me. I enjoy sex, drinking, sex, smoking, sex, fighting, sex, and killing." He smirked. "Does that answer your question?"

Alana sighed. "Another words, you are boring...it's going to take a lot for me to like you..."

He chuckled at that. "Oh please, if you haven't gotten bored with fish boy then you won't get bored with me." He looked her up and down and licked his lips. "After all, I can keep you entertained for hours."

Alana glared at him then laid back on the bed. "Fish boy and I can talk for hours and just be happy with that. When you started working for me, we spend hours just talking and working. There was something about him that just drew me to him. He wasn't afraid to treat me like everyone else even though throwing a fish at a human is considered jail time." She looked over at him, he skirt shifting as she moved. "The only thing you can seem to offer me is great sex. And even then, you leave marks on me." She lifter her skirt to show him her hips. "For someone who claims to care about me, you have a really bad way of showing it."

As she slid her skirt up his fingers danced over her thigh, and caressed her underwear. "Just consider it...marking my territory," he told her.

Alana let him have his feel. After all, she let fish boy. "I'm not property. And as long as you think you can do that to me, I'll make sure you are never around when I have sex."

"You're so dramatic," he sighed. "Don't worry, kitty will sheath his claws next time."

"Well, if you want sex you will," she said. "And I'm allowed to be dramatic when there are bruises on my hips!" She laid her head back and sighed. "Bring fish boy back. I want to cuddle...and you don't seem like the type."

Yori rolled his eyes. "Oh fish boy, she wants you." He closed his eyes and a few seconds later opened them up, his blue eyes looking at her with questions. "So did he...did I...what happened?"

Alana pushed a few buttons on the wall and the recorded conversation played back for Yori. While he watched. She crawled up his body and rested her chest against him. Her face nuzzled his neck.

Yori wrapped his arm around her and held her was he watched the video. "I'm a jerk," he whispered after seeing the video.

"No you are not. He is. And I'm ok with that," she said. Reaching up she stroked his ears. "Want to go for round two?" she said with a smirk. Even though it was the other side of him that worked her up, she wanted this Yori to be the one she was intimate with. He was just so much sweeter.

Yori was nervous. Not just because he was going out as Haden for the first time, but because they were going to meet his father. It had been three years since he'd last really spent time with his father. His sister had set up the meeting. He was hoping that Alana would do most of the talking and he could just sit back and look pretty. He'd actually been tempted to let the other Yori take over, just so he wouldn't have to deal with it.

They made their way to the small conference room where his father was already waiting for them. Smoothing out his suit, his father smiled. "Yori...it's good to see you again son." His father hugged Yori, but it was obvious that he was uneasy around his son.

"Good to see you too, dad." As soon as he stepped back he moved Alana up so that she could start talking.

"And this must be Alana. Pleasure to meet you."

Alana shook his hand. "It's an honor," she said smiling. "I really didn't think I would get the chance to meet you."

His father laughed and motioned for her to sit. "Don't be silly. I can always make time for my children and their friends. I'm glad to see that my kids are finally making some human friends."

Alana messed with her hair. She got up early just to get her hair curled. She wore the most expensive outfit she had. She pulled at the pin skirt and sat down. "Yes...well, it's been a real adventure knowing them," she said looking at Yori.

Yori stood in the back and looked away. There were only two chairs in the small room, so he didn't have much of a choice.

"Yes, well, I do have rather special children," he told her, following her gaze to Yori. "They tell me that you wish to be an activist for Eldarian rights. Is that correct?"

Alana looked away from Yori and at his father. "Yes. The other day I had a debate with a politician in town. I didn't realize what I had done until it was over but I was able to get a crowd from having a revolt with the near Eldarians. On my way home," she pushed the curls behind her ear, "I was a little upset that it had ended. That when I realized that I wanted to be an Eldarian rights activist."

His father just nodded and listened. "There are humans who feel the same way you do; though for the most part they keep quiet about their feelings. It's much easier to go with the tide than against it. The nail that sticks out the most gets hammered in the hardest."

He wrote something down on his clip board. A memo that he wanted to make note of. "If you wish to be an activist, then your life will be in danger. Of this I have no doubt, but it might also make people think twice about the differences between our races. If you really wish to do this, I can put something together within a week or so and make your presence known to the public."

He looked back at Yori. "I take it by the disguise that you don't want others to know that you are...that Yori is your guard of sorts." He frowned. "Are you certain that you want my son to guard you?"

"Dad, I'm a good fighter," Yori said defensively. "I don't want anyone to hurt, Alana."

"I trust Yori with my life," she said then looked back at him. "If it wasn't for him, I don't think I would be sitting here believing that this is my calling." She turned back to his father. "I'll do whatever it takes. I'll stand my ground and I'm not afraid of the consequences."

His father wrote down another note. The words glowing on the screen. He pressed the pen to a link on the board and it took him to another screen. He wrote down something else before going over to his calendar. "Very well. In two weeks I'll hold a press conference. Will you be able to attend it?"

"I'll be there," she promised.

"Good. Well, until then I suggest you relax and prepare for it." He stood and shook her hand. "It's been a pleasure. I look forward to working with you."

He looked at Yori. "And as always son...good to see you again."

Yori just nodded. "Yeah...good to see you two dad."

Alana shook his hands again then thanked him. They walked out of the building and got into a hover taxi. "I think...he likes me," Alana said while her fingers twirled her hair.