The Sweetest Night Flower of Wakanda Chapter 20

The Tribal Elders are so confused. They have no idea what's going on other than an outsider had demanded entrance into Wakanda or why T'Challa is being so elusive.

All of them were waiting now impatiently for the audience this Outsider has demanded the moment he set food in Wakanda's Golden City.

"Is this man Wakandan or not?"

"Tell us what is going on?"

The doors swung open. They revealed W'Kabi entering with the Pretender with his hands restrained in binding cuffs at his back with members of the Kingsguard flanking them.

Tamu's eyes met Killmonger's across the room and once again held that sense of familiarity without knowing the reason why. Also, the look he is giving her is making Tamu extremely uncomfortable at the level of intensity.

W'Kabi led the Pretender in until he stood at the center of the Council.

The swagger Erik Killmonger moved in showed his arrogance, already infuriating some around him.

"Speak," said T'Challa.

Erik looked to W'Kabi first and then spoke.

"I'm standing in your house serving justice to a man who stole your vibranium and murdered your people. Justice your King couldn't deliver," drawled Erik Killmonger, voice laced with disrespect.

In response to this T'Challa rose from the throne to approach him, Okoye and the Dora Milaje descending from the upper levels to surround and defend their King should this stranger try anything funny.

Leaning in close, lowering his voice so only the two of them could hear, having no patience for games, T'Challa said "I don't care that you brought Klaue. Only reason I don't kill you where you stand is because I know who you are. Now, what do you want?"

Erik's eyes went to Tamu momentarily and then to the throne.

"I want the throne," he declared.

This was met with scoffs and laughter from those present in the room. Even the Kingsguard and Dora Milaje couldn't hide their amusement that someone with no ties to the throne or any royal blood would dare demand such a thing.

Amused, the Headwoman of the Mining Tribe said "My goodness."

Erik Killmonger didn't find it so funny.

Sweeping his eyes over the entire Royal Family and Council of Elders, vehement, Erik Killmonger said "Y'all sittin' up here comfortable. Must feel good. It's about two billion people all over the world that looks like us. But their lives are a lot harder. Wakanda has the tools to liberate 'em all."

"And what tools are those," said T'Challa, cool and collected.

"Vibranium," sneered Erik Killmonger, stating the obvious. "Your weapons."

"Our weapons will not be used to wage war on the world," said T'Challa.

"It is not our way to be judge, jury, and executioner," said Tamu, stepping forth.

T'Challa motioned for her to keep back. Queen Mother Ramonda gently drew Tamu back.

Continuing where he left off, T'Challa said "We do not do so for people who are not our own."

"Not your own," scorned Erik Killmonger. "But didn't life start right here on this continent? So ain't all your people your own?"

"I am not King of all people. I am King of Wakanda. And it is my responsibility to make sure our people are safe and that the vibranium does not fall into the hands of a person like you," stated T'Challa, firm and strong.

There were nods of accordance by those around the room.

"Son. We have entertained this charlatan for too long. Reject his request," advised Queen Mother Ramonda, her daughters standing as a united front with her.

Peering around T'Challa to speak to her, Erik Killmonger said "Oh, I ain't requesting nothing. Ask who I am."

Not tolerating this mans insolence for any longer, Shuri proclaimed "You're Erik Stevens. An American black operative. A mercenary nicknamed Killmonger. That's who you are."

"That's not my name, Princess," smirked Erik Killmonger.

Subconsciously Queen Mother Ramonda and Tamu shifted slightly in front of Shuri to protect her.

"Ask me, King," spat Erik Killmonger, goading him.

"No," refused T'Challa.

"Ask me," repeated Erik.

Disregarding Erik's demand, heading back to the throne, T'Challa commanded "Take him away."

The Kingsguard went to comply.

The River Tribe Elder couldn't hold back anymore.

"Who are you," he shouted.

"I am N'Jadaka, son of Prince N'Jobu," said Erik Killmonger.

This instantly caused chaos.

People shot out of their seats as they gazed around at each other in shock and disbelief.

"Son of N'Jobu," said the Headwoman of the Mining Tribe.

"I found my daddy with Panther claws in his chest! You ain't the son of a king! You're a son of a murderer," said Erik Killmonger.

"You're lying," cried Queen Mother Ramonda. "Lies!"

Shuri held onto her mother's arms in support.

"I'm afraid not, Queen Mother," said W'Kabi, frigid.

W'Kabi lifted his hand unveiling the ring hanging on the chain to all, undeniable truth.

"What," gasped the Border Tribe Elder.

"The descendant of N'Jobu," said the Headwoman of the Mining Tribe.

Queen Mother Ramonda held out her hand for the ring.

"Hey, Auntie," said Erik Killmonger, a sly and cold grin on his face.

W'Kabi handed the ring to Queen Mother Ramonda.

"I'm exercising my blood right to challenge for the mantles of the King and Black Panther," said Erik Killmonger, emboldened.

Beyond upset, Queen Mother Ramonda said "Do not do this, T'Challa."

The Border Tribe Elder reminded "As the son of Prince, N'Jobu, he is within his rights."

Voice breaking with rage and grief, Queen Mother Ramonda snapped "He has no rights here!"

The River Tribe Elder shouted "The challenge will take weeks to prepare!"

"Weeks? I don't need weeks," said Erik Killmonger, seething, teeth clenched to the point where they almost break. "The whole country ain't got to be there. I just need him. And somebody to get me out of these chains."

T'Challa was sitting on the throne staring at N'Jobu's ring.

"T'Challa, what do you know of this," said Queen Mother Ramonda.

"I accept your challenge," said T'Challa.

Shuri and Naki had to hold up Queen Mother Ramonda.

"Good," said Erik Killmonger, "because I didn't come here just to claim the mantles of king and Black Panther."

"Oh, what now," said Shuri. "What else could you possible want?"

"Don't," said T'Challa, tone like steel.

"What," said Nakia, placing her hand over T'Challa's.

All were baffled with the exception of Erik.

"Don't do it," said T'Challa.

Erik Killmonger nodded to W'Kabi and he removed a second chain with a locket from around his neck. He then tossed it to the Queen Mother Ramonda.

Queen Mother Ramonda caught and slowly opened it with dread. She slapped a hand over her mouth with tears pouring from her eyes and released a cry.

"That same night my baby sister was stolen from her cradle. I came home to find my daddy on the floor dead and my sister kidnapped," yelled Erik Killmonger. "That's right that murderer took my sister!"

Even more chaos ensued.

Shuri and Tamu gathered around there mother to see what was in the locket. Tamu felt like she was about to faint.

There in the locket…is a picture of her as a baby.

"What," she breathed, taking the locket from her mothers grip in numb hands, tracing her face as a baby. "How…?"

Tamu looked back at Erik Killmonger to see both his eyes and smile had softened considerably.

"Hey, Sis," he said.

Slowly it all made sense. Why he always seemed so familiar to her. That's because they knew each other from long ago as siblings. But this is not something she would accept. No, way in hell! It's impossible!

"No. No, I am not your sister. I am of the Border Tribe. My parents died in Klaue's attack. T'Chaka brought me here and adopted me as his daughter. He didn't steal me," said Tamu, shaking her head profusely.

"Your father, our father, is N'Jobu," said Erik, taking a step towards her.

Backing away, turning T'Challa as she pleaded for him to tell her something different, she said "Tell me it's not true. Tell me it's not true."

"I cannot do that," said T'Challa, the agony and truth all too clear on his face. "I recognized the ring in Korea. I confronted Zuri about it and…he told me everything."

Tamu's heart shattered.

Overwhelmed, Tamu whispered "What was my name?"

"For your American name our mom and dad called you Bast after the Panther Goddess. Your Wakandan true name is Nikita," said Erik Killmonger, softly.

This is too much for her.

So much betrayal and lies.

Tamu had to run, she had to get away. That's exactly what she did.

Tamu ran out of the room.

"My Daughter!"

"Tamu!"

"Tamu, wait! Come back!"

Tamu ran and kept on running, not looking back once.

Authors Note:

Merry Christmas! Hope this is a suitable gift for the holiday! ;D

Nikita is a name I got from one of my favorite Animal Planet shows. Meerkat Manor.

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