A/N: Welcome back! Thank you for deciding to read chapter four of King of the Jungle. I really worked hard on this chapter, please enjoy it!
But before you read it, I feel I need to apologize for the past chapters of this story. They were so tiny! I'll try to make them longer from now on, I promise! I'm just a concise person. Sometimes. I can really ramble when I want to. Like now. Blah blah blah, ON WITH THE STORY!
WAIT! One more thing. I found it really awkward writing Shea's POV like he talks in chapter 2, so I'm making it sound like a normal person, except some of his thoughts and when he's talking.
See? Rambling. NOW READ!
Warning: I see yaoi in your future…
Disclaimer: I don't frickin own Harvest moon OR DragonBallZ (what, I reference it.)
Shea's POV
I crouched behind a large red bush, listening. Waiting. Watching. My prey was close. I could sense it. Not a deer or a moose. Not this time. But the bad man was returning. He had to come back for his sack full of strange objects. I was counting on it. He needed to pay for trespassing. If he didn't get punished, I would be a disgrace to my tribe and to Wada. And I could never do that to Wada.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming this way. Slow footsteps. Cautious footsteps. The bad man had returned for his bag of witchcraft. Not a muscle in my body moved as I stared intently in the direction of the sound. Sure enough, he came into my sight, looking from side to side carefully as he went. But no amount of looking around will protect him from me.
As he drew closer, I stifled my breathing. If I mess this up, I disgrace Wada. Shea must make Wada proud. That is Shea's purpose. The bad man drew closer and closer until he was directly in front of me. It's now or never. I shut my eyes tightly and pounced, tackling him to the ground. Before he could retaliate, I jabbed the butt of my spear into his head, knocking him unconscious.
I let out I sigh. He was easily taken out. I picked up the man, flung him over my shoulder, and headed back home. I would keep this man alive. For now, that is. Until he confesses for purposely trespassing; he is my prisoner.
Who knows? Maybe he could teach me something about those strange island he appears to be from.
Mark's POV
The last thing I remember was falling down and blacking out.
At first, I thought I might've tripped on a tree root (it wouldn't be the first time today). But then I realized I was being held down by something. I felt a sharp pain in my forehead, and then I was thrown into darkness. Now what could that have been? No seriously, I'm lost.
I came to in a rather warm, yellow tent. I was in the middle of it, tied tightly to a wooden pole that appeared to be holding up the structure. I struggled, but couldn't get out of my bonds. Stupid wimpy rancher muscles.
Suddenly, my captor revealed himself and pointed a very sharp looking spear centimeters from my face. I stared at it in shock for a moment, until my captor began to speak.
"Why you invade Shea territory?"
"E-Excuse me?"
The Wildman scowled. "Why you come into Shea territory? You here to steal Shea's food?"
"N-No! Not at all! The first time, I was just exploring, and this time, I came to get my rucksack back."
Shea looked confused, but moved the spear point closer to my face. "What a 'rucksack'?"
"A-A rucksack is a b-bag that I put my farm to-tools in. Could you please get that thing away from my face?"
"Why you put tools in this? Why not carry tools?"
"Because that's what it's for! That's what you're supposed to do with it okay! It's easier that way!" I was sweating buckets now; that's how my body reacted when I got scared. And by um… relieving itself. Let's just say I was very uncomfortable in my lower quadrants right now…
The Wildman began to prod at my arms with the butt of his spear. "You no carry tools. That why you small and fragile."
"H-Hey! I am n-not fragile!"
"Yes you are. Easy to knock out. Tiny arms. Weak."
Weak? Ok, now I was way too pissed to be scared. "You're one to talk! You're probably the scrawniest person I've ever seen! And you have the same hairstyle as Vegeta."
"What a Vegeta?"
"N-Never mind…" Ugh, the fear was back. But that's what happens when someone gets in your space while holding a spear. I gulped. He wasn't glaring anymore, but had more of a confused look on his face; which I could clearly see as our noses were touching. "Uh… Could you get out of my bubble?"
He raised an eyebrow. "What bubble?" Oh great. I'm not gonna be able to explain anything to this guy.
"Well, you're kind of in my space and…"
"This not your space! This Shea space! This Shea tent, not yours!" His glare returned fiercer than ever.
"N-No, I me-mean that y-you're unco-comfortably close to me right n-now." I tried to avoid his gaze. This guy was crazy.
I glanced back at him when he didn't respond to see that his glare had completely vanished. He had a look of confusion and ignorance on his face, like that of a little kid. He was kind of cute like a little kid too… Whoa, where did that come from? I mentally slapped myself. This guy is a psychopathic Tarzan impersonator! He. Is. Not. Cute.
"Bad man think being close is bad?"
"B-Bad man?"
"Yes. You try to steal Shea food. You are bad man. Why is being close bad?"
"W-Well, being close is-isn't always bad… People usually aren't th-this close unless they're… Uh…" Wow this is awkward to explain.
"Unless what?"
I cleared my throat. I can't believe I'm explaining this. "Un-unless they're… Romantically attracted to ea-eachother."
"What 'romantically attracted' mean?"
Are you kidding me? I'm gonna end up giving him the whole song and dance they give kids in fifth grade. I shuddered. Terrifying.
"You see… W-When a-a bird… and a b-b-bee… love each other they… uh…"
Thank the goddess he stopped me there. "What love?" I almost choked on my own saliva. What's love? Somehow this conversation just got worse.
"Love is when t-two people r-really really l-like each o-other…"
"If only people love, how bird and bee love each other?"
"Well… it's just a m-metaphor."
"What metaphor?"
"Kill me. Just kill me now. I can't take this."
"Can't take what?"
"All these questions! I have to explain everything! Even the simplest things like love!"
He pulled his spear and face away from me and stood silently… pouting? Oh crap, my captor was pouting. I am never gonna get out of here.
"Shea sorry…"
"Excuse me?"
"Shea sorry for not knowing this stuff. Shea didn't want bad man to want to die. Bad man not that bad…" He started sniffling. Oh no, is he crying? I can't believe this; I actually feel bad for the guy that assaulted me. I am such a wuss…
"…Shea was it? It's ok, I didn't mean it. It's not your fault you don't know this stuff."
"Will you teach me?"
Oh, please don't rope me into staying here. "I-I don't know…I mean I have to take care of my animals and-"
"You owe Shea. You invade Shea territory. You teach Shea. Then, we even. If you don't, Shea keep you captive forever. Deal?"
"Uh… Well if those are my only options… Yes?"
The guy practically exploded with happiness. He hugged me so tight it knocked the wind right out of me. What am I getting myself into?
A/N: So how did you like it? Much longer than the others, in fact, it's the longest in this story thus far! BUT I AM STILL NOT SATISFIED. Latter ones might be even longer. So please give me your feedback in a review!
Oh, and I'm really sorry it took so long to update T^T But I'm really gonna try to work on this story more often! I promise!
