Jungle Fever
Greetings everyone!
It's been awhile (I'm sorry) I've just been Soooooooo Busy!
But anyways here's a "New" story for all ya to enjoy!
WARNGING! Rated M – Moderate-Extreme Violence (I say extreme cause I don't know what is extreme to you Vs. me) and Heavy Lemon!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Main characters include:
Atem
Heather
Rebecca
Cliff
Joey
Yugi
Anzu (Arrives in chapter 5)
Savannah (*New*)
Ukki (*New*)
There will also be a gibberish dialect I made up, don't worry I will translate everything!
It'll look something like this-Example:
Yugi happily extended his hand out to greet them "Tiu ta-if malla pawoom" (Translation- Hello it's nice to meet you)
Anyways I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1
There really is a Tarzan!?
Heather ran as fast as her legs could carry her, dashing through the ever changing, and twisting trails of the Jungle, as a shadowy figure chased her from above!
"Dam it!" she cussed breathlessly her long red hair whipping across her pale face, nearly tripping over a large tree root arched out of the ground.
Why, why did I have to linger away from the tour group? Were those wild jungle flowers really that important to get a picture of Heather, Oh no and you couldn't stop at one no, you had to get pictures of every freaking flower that popped into F$%$# view! She scolded herself.
Her cloth bag flapped at her side as she ran, Heather darted around a tight unexpectedly steep corner, which descended deeper into the jungle!
Heather had claw tare marks on the upper back of her shirt and the lower leg of her blue jeans.
Then suddenly Heather turned her head in horror to see the large black panther leap out at her from above in a nearby tree; its claws extended and roaring at her as it descended upon her!
Heather jumped down the steep hill, barely dodging the panther's attack, to her misfortune Heather then slipped and started rolling down the steep hill.
Once she reached the bottom, she scrambled to back on her feet and dizzily ran in a zigzag pattern, Heather could hear the panther growl from somewhere behind her, but she didn't dare stop or even look back to see if the panther was still directly behind her.
-Meanwhile-
A young tri-colored haired male was knelt down at the edge of a massive cliff, with a moderate size river flowing over the edge, overlooking a portion of the vast jungle!
He held a long thick wooded spear with several different colored feathers tied to the top, the tip of the sharp spear looked to be coated with some kind of poison. Lying behind him was a dead mammal, which looked to be some type of long legged gazelle.
He wore a white loincloth that cut off just before the knees, with a blue sash rapping around the middle, and going down the front, and back, he was bare-chested except for a gold chest-plate that sat proudly on his chest, he also had matching golden cuffs on both his arms and legs,
His tan masculine body shimmered in the bright sunlight, as his wild tri-colored hair and chocolate brown cape tossed in the gentle breeze. He closed his shimmering violet eyes and smiled as gentle breeze swept past him.
He then stood up grabbing his fresh kill by it's back leg, and dragged it with him as he then began his decent to the lower levels, by leaping for cliff to cliff, following the waterfall down, the young male left leapt into one of the nearby trees that were shadowing a waterhole, and then dropped down to one of the thick lower branches, but still high enough, and shielded by the trees leaves not to be seen.
He then readies his spear, as he hears something approaching at a rapid speed.
To his great surprise he then sees Heather come running from below, out through the tall jungle bushes!
He sinks down low, and against the tree, as he watches her come to a stop at the small watering hole, which was being constantly fed by the cascading waterfall from above.
Heather fell to her knees in complete exhaustion, panting heavily.
He curiously cocked his head to the side hearing her mumble some sort of gibberish he didn't understand, as she rummaged through her bag.
"Great just great now I have just a couple of snacks thanks to that F #% panther, great I just don't see how things could possibly get worse!" Heather angrily mumbled to herself.
The young male then decides to jump out of the tree and walk over to her, Heather spins around hearing something behind her thinking it was the panther, and ends up falling backwards onto her butt.
There he was facing her, just standing only a few feet away.
"I. Stand corrected…." Heather stuttered in shock.
"Ciko? (Hello?)" He hesitantly greeted her.
"Oh my god, of all people who could possibly find and save me, why, why does it have to be Tarzan?!" she cried, he just tilted his head in confusion.
He took a few steps closer to her, now being able to get a good look at her, he couldn't help but smile at her.
"Ciko, yuli Atem, mocha-vevu-bokaballa-Xen-Trizeeku"(Hello, I am Atem, Chiefs' eldest son of the red-wing tribe) Atem introduced himself making certain actions with certain words, Heather looked at him like he was crazy.
Heather tried her best but couldn't help but slip out a giggle; cause watching him talk was like watching someone speak gibberish while doing psylanguage on steroids at the same time!
Atem took a step back in shock at her reaction, but his shock quickly turned to anger as he rushed towards her, Heather using her quick reflexes she jumped to her feet, but she wasn't fast enough, within a heartbeat Atem gripped her firmly by the chin forcing her to look him in the eyes, as they were right up against each other,
Atem had his head cocked to the side as he looked down at her with an intimidating stare.
I know this stare, he's challenging me for dominance, I know cause my father would do it all the time, getting up in peoples faces and get real nasty… Well like my father I don't back down easily…
Heather thought to herself as they continued to stare at each other, until Atem suddenly kissed her!
Holy crap, but no ones ever done that!
She panicked in his strong embrace, and as she continued to struggle his embrace got even stronger. She finally managed to break free from his kiss, only to get forced into a stronger deeper one, as he held the back of her head with one of his hands, as his other was rapped tightly around her waist.
Heather thought desperately of how to get away from him, she couldn't bite him cause his mouth dominated hers, her hands being the only thing that remained free as she turned her attention to his bare chest.
I've got to do this perfectly; otherwise this will REALLY backfire on me!
She prepared herself mentally for what she was about to do.
Heather then grasped onto his two nipples and started to pinch and twist them as hard as she could!
Within seconds Atem broke off from the kiss and tossed his head back loudly moaning, after a few more seconds Heather noticed Atem grip on her became practically non-existent, she then shoved him as hard as she could, taking this opportunity to break and run for it!
Out of the corner of her eye she saw him crash to the ground, as she continued to run away.
Come on Heather you can do this, it's only running, I know you're not as fit as you used to be, but you still got a lead on him so you must keep going!
She encouraged herself to keep running, even though she felt like she could pass out at any moment…
Heather then made the mistake of looking behind her, there she saw Atem hot on her tail, and gaining on her fast, so fast that she felt like she was they were moving in slow motion while hearing her heart beat!
Shit! I can't out run him, I have to do something fast or else he'll catch me!
Heather thought of one last Idea, she then suddenly changed her direction, then after she passed a few large trees, she abruptly stopped threw herself back and up against the tree!
It worked!
She cheered in her head, as she saw him fly past her, then abruptly stopped and looked around for her.
Heather tried her best not to make a sound as he slowly inched her way around the tree, but just like her sour luck he spotted her as he turned around, he cocked his head to the side with a confused expression on how she could have gotten there, or how he managed to miss her being there.
The chase began again but at a more uncomfortable closer distance between the two.
Heather tried her luck again, by trying the same thing, bypassing a few trees, then pinning her back up against one, to her surprise he fell for it again!
Heather wondered how many more times, she could possibly fool him with this technique before he finally catches on, unlike that black panther that she encountered earlier, Heather knew that she could only try that technique once or twice before it memorized that technique and use it against her. However she didn't know or could possibly measure an average or "unaverage" human intelligence.
Heather couldn't help but let out a cut giggle at his cute confused expression, while cocking his head to the side, Heather quickly covered her giggle in deep remorse of giving her location away!
She tried her last attempt to get away from Atem, but the moment she ran by a tree, Atem was three steps ahead of her, Atem stopped, charged, grabbed, and then harshly pinned her against the tree!
Atem then pinned himself against her, his lips so close to her neck, she could feel his hot breath beat against her neckline, Atem then grabbed the side of her head, forcing her to arch her head up and to the side, Her pleads went unheard as he caressed the side of her head with his hand, while he kissed, and licked at her neck and behind her ear.
Atem then pressed himself harder against her, he then suppressed both their loud moaning at the feeling of both their hard and throbbing joints, with a tender, deep kiss, Heathers eyes slowly closed as she finally gave into the sensation of his kiss, at this rate she knew it wouldn't be long until he'd take her virginity…
Atem then abruptly stopped, pulling away from her and grabbing his spear resting against the tree, his eyes were alert and serious, Heather jumped out of her skin a bit when hearing the familiar growl from a big wildcat!
Atem then relaxed a bit to see the source of the growling, it was a small jungle cat, who looked more scared and startled by their presence then they were.
Atem let out tiring sigh of relief, then turned his sights back on Heather, who still looked frightened and pressed against the tree.
Atem grabbed her by the arm and yanked her forward, then pointed for her to look at the harmless wildcat, at the sight of the cat Heather let out a relaxed sigh of her own and collapsed to the ground in complete exhaustion.
"Okay, I'm done, I can't take anymore excitement for today, no more, please god no more!" she quietly pleaded, about ready to lay down in defeat.
Atem looked at her with a look of understanding, even though they have a huge communication barrier.
"Ballu neek om home"(Come on lets go home) Atem said extending his hand out to her.
Home? Did I actually hear him say home?.…Yes, yes I-I want to go home, please take me home!
She looked up at him, as she tried to figure out what he actually said to her, she then gave up on thinking anymore and decided anywhere with him is better then being alone in this god-forsaken-jungle!
Heather took his hand, and he assisted her to her feet, and began to lead her in a different direction into the jungle. Occasionally he'd look back at her with curiosity, his expression sadden when he saw the depressed look on her face.
They were walking for so long, Atem picked her up and carried her in his arms, Heather held on to him tight as they descending down very steep terrain, she at times began to wonder where on earth he was taking her, and if they'd ever get there?
Suddenly they walked into a massive jungle clearing, with Indian teepees and box shaped tents of many different colored and patterns!
People, their were so many people, however Heather quickly realized all of them were not of her culture, they were all of Atems' massive tribe.
There must be over 200 people living here! Problem is; do any of them know how to speak my language?
She thought to herself, as he carried her deeper in and deeper into the camp.
They then stopped at what looked like the center of camp, where a enormous fire pit sat, that was outlined by large rocks the fire pit must be at least 8 feet all the way around!
Just like Atem all the men had bare-chests, but their knee length loincloths weren't as colorful as Atems' none of them had gold cuffs or a cape either
Heather at this point began to think, an ordinary villager wasn't carrying her…
She hesitantly looked up at him, only to receive a tender smirk in return.
"Oh boy…" she gulped.
Suddenly four men ran up and greeted them; the first one Heather noticed that the shortest one was dressed pretty much the same as Atem, except his sash around his waist was green, and his cape was blue, and didn't quite touch the ground like Atems' did.
"Ciko, Yugi, Joey, Duke, Tristan"(Hello) Atem greeted them; Yugi was the only one who didn't give a respectful bow as they exchanged greetings.
"Atem goru ufa alla?"(Who is this?) Yugi questioned in not a very nice tone, staring suspiciously at her.
"Yugi nisha makoo talla mon oova ty-toe, isar!" (Yugi my maybe my little brother, but show some respect!) Atem warned, as he gently put Heather down.
"Efa Tar-um, mia malala zeloopa?"(My prince, I thought you were going hunting?) Joey asked looking confused.
"Mia, talla mona if-ka tollu Flower ya-oof"(I was, but I found this beautiful Flower instead) Atem explained to them as their faces lit up, then they all laughed.
"Aww boka alu mi-uh catch tio peakoos?!"(Aww, why do you catch all the woman?!) Tristan whined.
Heather assumed that Joey was the tall blonde one, and Duke was the one with black hair with strands of beads and feathers tied off at certain ends, and Tristan was the brown haired cry baby…
All three of them had practically the same clothes as the rest of the tribe members except they each had 1 gold cuff clasped to their forearms.
Heather was absolutely board out of her mind listening to all this gibberish, she was just too tired to even try to keep up, or try to understand what they could possibly be taking about…
Then suddenly Heather saw someone in a white blouse and skirt, something that someone would wear, in America!
"Okay everyone, time for our English lesson" she said cheerful to the group of villagers that were following her, she then stopped abruptly to see Heather staring at her, with the same look of shock on her face.
"Oh thank god, real people, real people that can speak English!" Heather cried as she ran towards her and embraced her.
"Oh my goodness, are you all right, how on earth did you get way out here?" she asked with deep concern.
"Lets start with your name mine is Rebecca what's yours?" she asked. Rebecca had long red hair like Heather except hers was rolled into one big braid, round specks covered her green eyes, and she was pale skinned like Heather except she also had a few freckles.
"Becka, teach us Becka" some of the villagers spoke out.
"That's Rebecca, RA-BEC-A, now you try" she educated them on how to properly say her name,
Rebecca then turned her attention back to Heather.
"My name is Heather, I'm from America-" she started.
"I see that, look we need to change your clothes ASAP, before you offend one of the elders here, come with me I got a few extra skirts in my bags, located in me and my husbands tent" Rebecca explained grabbing her by the hand and leading Heather to her tent near the edge of the village.
"So tell me how did you get all the way out here?" Rebecca asked her again, now that they had some privacy in her tent.
"I was originally with a tour group, taking a tour of the savannah, and the jungle, and I got distracted by some wild flowers, and before I knew it I was hopelessly lost in the middle of the jungle" Heather began to tell her story.
"Yeah but that doesn't explain how you got all the way out here, I am very familiar with that tour group, they only tour the outer rim of this vast jungle, and this tribe is VERY secret, did someone lead you here?" Rebecca replied.
"Yes" she simply replied.
"Who?" Rebecca asked.
"Him!" Heather screamed falling on her behind, in shock by Atem bursting into the tent, Rebecca made the wrong instinctual move by defensively stepping in Atems way, Cliff (Rebeccas' Husband) manages to walk in from a different opening of their tent to see Atem slap then throw Rebecca to the ground!
Cliff had a similar hair style to Atem except the colors Cliff had all black hair with white bangs, his eyes were also like Atems more sharp and serious looking.
But Cliff eyes were green instead of violet; Cliff was tall too, but not nearly as tall as Atem, and Cliff had barely any muscles on him…
Cliff rushed up to Atem and challengingly stared him down, Atem met Cliff stare with an even more intense one, and neither one of them seemed like they were going to back down.
"Cliff no stop I'm okay, he could kill you!" Rebecca warned, trying to reassure him that she was okay.
"Relax hun, this spoiled chief-to-be needs to learn some manners on not hitting other peoples wives, he needs to learn some self control" Cliff replied still not backing down.
"But he could have us killed!" she exclaimed.
"Relax Rebecca, we are too valuable to them, I'm their only doctor, and you are the only person who can teach them English, which I've been hearing around the village, that his fiancé can only speak English, am I right?" Cliff stated referring to Heather and Atem being engaged.
"WHAT, I'M ENGAGED TO HIM!?" Heather exclaimed at the top of her voice feeling like she could now faint.
"Sigh, what do you want?" Atem asked Cliff in his native tongue.
(-I'm going to try it this way, let me know which you like better-)
"I want you to apologize, you had no right to hit my wife, and throw her to the ground" Cliff replied to him in his language.
Atem at first just glared at Cliff and Rebecca showing no sign of remorse, then a few tense moments later his face started to soften showing some guilt of his previous actions.
"Sorry…" he quietly whispered in English then left the tent.
"Holy shit Cliff!" Rebecca exclaimed now on her feet, walking over to Heather to assist her.
"I know right, he actually apologized, I didn't think he'd do it, it's good to know he's got some sense of right and wrong" Cliff replied just as surprised, walking over to the two of them.
"Please, you gotta help me, I want to go home!" Heather pleaded to the two of them, who just looked at her with sad expressions on their faces.
"She from America?" Cliff whispered to Rebecca, who nodded in response.
"That's what I thought" He replied as he began to pace around the tent.
Their tent looked a lot like the tent setup in the Disney movie Tarzan, the tent was fairly large in size with several tables setup in various places one had piles of books of various sizes, while the other had more tools and scientist stuff on it.
A nearly see-through drape hung and dragged across the floor, separating what looked like the bedroom from the rest of the tent.
Before Cliff could say anything Rebecca interrupted,
"It's going to be alright Heather we'll help you get home" she comforted her.
"Are you NUTS!?" Cliff exclaimed.
"I swear, Atem must have smack some sense out of you, for you to even think of anything as crazy as that!" he added.
"If they catch any drift of us assisting in her escape, we will be charged with treason, and we will be killed painfully and slowly!" He said franticly trying to shake some sense back into her; he then turned to Heather who had tears streaming down her face.
"Look…I'm sorry, but we can't help you, these aren't bad people, even though they have very black and white customs, hey look on the bright side, your marrying someone who's going to be chief" Cliff told and tried to reassure her.
"Hey, it'll be alright Heather, I could've been worse right? You could've been stuck with an ugly, low beat, but the prince is obviously very handsome, and a very good man with a good head on his shoulders" Rebecca added.
"Wait, there may be a way to get her out of all this, without breaking their laws" Rebecca gasped in excitement of having an idea, snapping her fingers.
"What, what is it?" Heather popped her head up with new hope in her eyes.
"The red-wing tribe, that's the tribe you'll be marrying into if this doesn't work,
Have two customs or exceptions to the rules of marriage, 1. Is more of a personal want, but for some men it's a must, and that is the woman must be a virgin. And the 2nd exception is if you father does not bless the engagement, but that only counts if you father is within a certain distance of the tribe" Rebecca educated her, Rebeccas' excited expression turned to sadness as she saw Heathers hopeful face turn to doom and gloom.
"What, really you mean to tell me that you've even been a "good girl" cause in America, I know that's not a very easy thing for some women" Rebecca replied.
"Yeah sorry I am a complete 100% virgin" Heather sighed.
"Well what about your dad, or and older brother even?" Rebecca asked.
"Nope none in this country, I went on the tour with only a close friend of mine, hmm I wonder where she is right now?" she replied sadly.
"A male friend?" she asked figuring she already knew the answer but thought she'd ask anyway.
"Nope female" she simply replied.
"Wow, you're righteously screwed" Cliff blurted out.
"CLIFF!" Rebecca furiously yelled at him.
"Just please could you at least point me in the right direction, not to say a word just point to the nearest town?" Heather pleaded.
Rebecca and Cliff just looked at each other, then pointed to the right, Cliff in shear shock of her actions, quickly forced her hand down.
"If they find out" Cliff started in a low grim voice.
"They won't, cause we'll deny everything" Rebecca interrupted him then kissed him passionately on the lips.
.
Heather just gratefully nodded as she quietly snuck out the back entrance of their tent.
End of chapter 1.
Gasp will Heather escape and find her way back home, Will Heathers friend find her?
Or will she be forgotten, and forced to stay and Marry Atem?
Chapter 2 will come soon I promise!