You're the one I Dream of
All four, Shuri, M'Baku, Ayo, and Aneka, went to a secluded room; Shuri would go to take a break. They needed to discuss what they had just witness. Shuri didn’t seem to concerned, and wanted to appease all of their minds. She had her thoughts on why Okoye wasn’t recollect some things.
“What was that?” M'Baku asked. Staring Stuck down.
“Yes, she doesn’t remember,” Ayo injected.
“Her brain just went through a traumatic experience, it needs to heal,” she told them. “Give it some time. I need to get out of here.” Shuri left out of the room. She didn’t need that backlash. She made a decision, one none of them are going to like.
Attuma went to spend time in the market place, a hobby he picked up in Wakanda. When he lived in Talokan, he didn’t pay much attention to it. He only did, when it was necessary to buy something, he needed. As he stopped at each vendor, he was met with admiration and well greeting. The food stands would offer him free samples. It was turning out to be a nice day.
“Attuma,” the day just took a turn. “Attuma, hello.” Maczil, came floating down towards him, with this big smile on her face. She came up to him, kissing him on the lips, and hook his arm with hers. Women shopping, stared at this display with displeasure. Not because of the openly affection, but who was doing it, and with who.
All of Talokan knew of her mother and her. Some even knew of the rumors of her being Namor’s daughter, but none would dare speak of it out loud. Attuma was nearly as revered as their K’uk’ulkan, and seeing him fall into the same trap, but different generation; was disheartening.
“Maczil,” Attuma noticed the looks, and realized; this may not be appropriate. He moved her arm from his. “I don’t think we should do this in public.” She stared at him confused. Did she not give him the best sex he’s had in awhile, or if any? So, why is he being standoffish?
“What?” She slightly yelled, causing more stares.
“Maczil, please; don’t do this,” he gently grabbed her arms, looking into her eyes. She saw the embarrassment she was bringing him. She looked away for a second, then back at him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause you any problems, I just thought,” she stopped.
“You thought after what we did, we would bring it out in the open,” he finished for her.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“No, we aren’t going to do that,” he informed her. “But this isn’t the time, or place; to discuss this. Meet me at my place in an hour, then we will talk.” She stared at him for a few seconds, then swam off.
Everyone eyes fixed on her, until she vanished from sight. Attuma looked around at all that were near him, and was met with the same affection as before. So, it wasn’t him or the display, but her; who they had issues. What is it, they don’t like about you?
“Attuma,” Namora swam up to him, witnessing the scene.
“Namora,” he pulled her into his arms, embracing her. She laughed happy to be held by him, like old times. He took a sneak peek, to see the reactions; but saw no-one paid it any mind. So, it is the girl.
“What are you up to?” She asked, as they floated along.
“I must confess,” he began to laugh. “I picked up this habit while in Wakanda, shopping.”
“You call that a habit? I call it my favorite pass time,” she confessed.
“Really? I never would mistake you for being into shopping,” he says.
“Well, you’re hearing it from me, I love this market place, and the food.” She enlightened him.
“Have you eaten?” He asked.
“Not yet, want to?” She started for one of the vendors. “This is to die for.” She ordered two of their specialties. Then they ate and swam off to a secluded area to talk. Above the Capitol, they looked down on their beloved city, and the amazing artificial sun that lit it.
Shuri stood on the very shore; her mother had, many years ago. She kept rethinking her decision to move forward with summoning up the blue devil, known as Namor. But she needed to get in contact with Attuma, inform him of Okoye’s health. Then she saw the head pop up, and him walking towards her. He had this smirk on his face, and she badly wanted to slap it off.
“Princess, who should have been Queen, what is it you want?” He came to stand over her, she cringed from his nearness. “Because, that’s the only reason, you would summon me.” He saw her reaction.
“I need to speak with Attuma,” she replied. He grinned.
“I have no control of that,” he responded. “Did you try summoning him, as you just did me?”
“I wouldn’t be asking you, if that hadn’t already been tried,” a hint of irritation present in her voice. “But your mini me, Namora; blocked it, and spoke with our King M'Baku.” She put emphasis on, ‘King M'Baku', to annoy him.
“I know nothing of that either,” he told her. “But I will check in with her, as she has spent more time with him, and would know better what he wishes.”
“I see,” she glared at him, a waste of her time. “Good day, Namor; I will never summon you again.” She took the conch, and threw it as far as her strength would allow; into the sea. His head followed it, until it splashed in the water. Then he turned to say something, but she had already gone. His shoulders started to heave, as in sucked in the air, and expelled it in anger. His eyes almost closed, as his rage mounted.
“Namora was right, to keep Attuma from knowing, and I will do more, to assure he never returns to the surface and Wakanda ever again.” He turned and ran into the water, speeding through it, heading back to Talokan.
“Tell me about Maczil,” he turned to her, after some time of silence. She looked over at him.
“You’re asking me, about the one you spent a time of intimacy?” She chuckled. “Which I never had, so no, I don’t know her like that. Plus, she’s not my type.” His eyes slowly rolled over to her.
“I never thought of you, as having a type,” he says. She laughed at the statement.
“What? You think I have never had any sex before?” She was amazed, he would think so. “I have had my share, I’m not pure as they say.”
“Well, excuse, the Hell out of me,” he let out a thunderous laugh. He really never related her with sex, she always seemed so frigid. “What is your type, if I may ask?”
“My type has always been ones like you,” she revealed, and looked to him with love. “They have to measure up to you in many ways. I know you can never be duplicated, but I’ve settled on imitated many times. Now, that Wakandan King; M'Baku, he is the closest than anyone I’ve met, to you. And if I may say, I would like to ride him like a humpback whale.” Attuma’s eyes grew as large as saucers, as he turned to her completely stunned