Author's Notes - 5 reviews on the very first day the last part was posted. I am truly happy.
Summary – Zedd makes a decision about Tommy and Chinese food.
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Chicken Kisses
Zedd
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(Day 1)
Well it's been nearly twenty four hours. I imagine that if that pompous idiot was going to turn the kid in he would have done it by now and since I haven't heard any yelling or been taken myself, I think it's safe to assume the boy managed to appeal to some shred of honor that jerk might have. No clue how he managed that, but don't suppose I should be questioning or complaining about it. Yet.
Though speaking of Thomas, where the hell is he anyways? I doubt he'd think it a good idea to leave me here alone for such an extended period of time whether he likes me or not. Honestly that boy's lack of judgment is truly going to get him killed one of these days.
"Not that mine's much better." Chest still on fire from the new wounds and stitches, I mentally kick myself once more for my stupidity. What was I thinking creating that monster? I know better than to have monsters made when I'm so enraged, I use too much power and they either blow up or develop an attitude problem. Think I personally prefer the blowing up result after this last incident though.
And why did I even do it. Because some little halfwit said mean things about me. Cry me a river. Here I am supposedly the master of evil this side of the galaxy and I lose it because that pink wearing twit called me names…of course it wasn't just the names was it. It was the fact she said them to the boy. My boy.
Pressing my palms against my face, I hold back the urge to scream. "He's not mine. Not my boy. Not my pet. Not my partner. He's just a stupid kid who keeps getting in my way and royally screwing up my judgment." So why can't I get that through my head? Why am I letting myself become so attached to him?
But I already know the answer to that don't I. He's warm and good, he's honorable and kind. He's everything I was supposed to be, but never was. Not to mention fairly attractive for his species.
Sighing and realizing I'm in great deal more trouble then I originally thought if I'm actually having some sort of affectionate feelings for the human I barely notice as the door is slid open and my host joins me.
"Hey I brought you some f-or the love of god why are you naked?" What? Oh right.
Still lost in thoughts of exactly what the boy means to me it takes me a moment to recall that I'd removed my leather pants earlier as they were becoming quite confining and uncomfortable. "Because after extended periods of time leather garments tend to become rather uncomfortable especially when concealing highly sensitive body parts. Also I generally sleep nude."
"I really didn't need to know that."
"Then you shouldn't have asked." Making a point not to cover myself yet, interested to see what he'll do, if anything, I remain spread out on top of the bed, careful to lift my upper body slowly so as not to ripe the still fresh stitches. "I'm relieved to see you're still among the living, and by the energy on you still a power holder. I take it things either went well with Zordon or you killed him." Both are good in their own ways.
"It went as well as could be expected, let's just say that." That doesn't sound too promising.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that like you said I'm still alive and still an active Ranger. So I guess he decided not to inform the High Council of your visit. Beyond that though I can't really say things are well or even tolerable between us."
Feeling rather bad for him as I am aware that he still holds Zordon in some form of high regard, I make a quick decision to move the conversation into more neutral waters. "Brought me something have you?" Pointing to the styrofoam box in his hands, I can feel my hunger raise as the distinct smell of food wafts out of it.
Looking down and seeming to recall he is in fact holding the box, it takes him a moment of his own to get his thoughts together. "Oh yeah, like I was saying before you decided to give me a free show, I brought you some food." He is endearing I'll give him that.
Making a note that he has yet to truly look at me despite me laying nearly prone before him on the bed I'm beginning to wonder if a 'show' is what it will take to gain some of his visual focus. Perhaps for now I'll just stick to the basics. "Do you not like how I look?"
"What?" Finally running his eyes over me, unconsciously I'm sure, his face is quick to heat up. "N-no I just…it's not customary to lay around naked is all."
"So you do like how I look." Leaning towards him I let a smooth purr follow up my words fairly certain he'll respond the same as any female I've tried it on before.
"You're so strange sometimes." Suddenly shoving a styrofoam container at me, he quickly moves away much to my disappointment. "Eat your food." Well hell that hasn't happened since…well I can't remember the last time that happened. But I'm fairly certain I don't like it even if I was just testing the waters with him.
"Not going to eat with me?" Losing the sultry tone and throwing the bed covers over my lap, I try to shake off the feeling of rejection.
"Not hungry." Picking some of his clothing from the floor I catch a brief look of relief in his eyes when he sees I've dropped my game. "I wasn't sure what you'd eat. In all my time at the palace I never really saw you eat, so I ended up getting Chinese food." Chinese? Where have I heard that word before?
"Isn't Chinese a type of your species?"
"Well sort of. I think maybe you're a little confused about some things, but close enough for now."
"Well in case you didn't notice I am not a Chinese human. Thus I don't think it wise that I eat food designed for them." For all I know my system will kick it back almost instantly and vomiting with chest wounds is not a good idea.
Turning slowly and raising an eyebrow in a manner that makes me feel as if I'm the inferior species, he shakes his head. "Are you serious?"
Growing annoyed I place the container down. "I don't see what that look is for. I think it's a perfectly reasonable concern to not want to eat food that has been specifically made for one specific group of your species. Unless…unless it's not made for them but from them." Resisting the urge to gag as that must be why he's looking at me like that, I swear I will never understand humans.
"Oh my god." Head in his hands he slowly sits down on the end of the bed.
"What?"
"You're insane that's what." Opening the container to reveal browned rice, vegetables, and some sort of saucy meat, he stabs a piece with the plastic fork. "It's chicken you loon." Chicken?
"Chinese chicken?" Taking the fork and giving the food a skeptical sniff, I don't know about this. It doesn't smell like chicken.
"No just chicken. Chinese food is just what we call food made in a specific style. It's not just for Chinese humans to eat nor is it made from them." Hmm. Rolling his eyes when I still refuse to place it in my mouth, he takes it back putting it in his own.
Watching closely as he eats it and takes another I lean over smelling his breath suspiciously. I still say it doesn't smell like chicken. Though he's clearly been eating something chocolaty too, so I suppose that could be a factor.
"You know if you'd just taste it you might like it." Taste it huh. Well I suppose there's little harm in that.
About to reach for the fork and take it from his hand, I at the last moment stop, realizing that he's just offered me a golden opportunity, one I very likely will not get again.
"Very well." Closing the distance between us I press my mouth to his tasting the slightly spicy sauce on his tongue before pulling back just as calmly and quickly. Won't do to press him too far too fast. After all he is still a child really and I can't even truly say I have any real interest in him, yet. Still though- "Not bad."
To be continued……….
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No don't worry those who think I've gone all mushy and romantic, trust me this will hardly be anything of that sort lol.
