Disclaimer: I don't own Boba Fett or Jango Fett or any Fett…although I wish I did :P I do own my original characters however! Bwa ha ha ha, at least I have some power…sigh…
Hopefully you guys enjoyed the first chapter to Iile. I know, it's a weird title for a Boba story but it will be explained in future chapters.
Iile
A week past since Zam's last visit and Boba Fett was out of the apartment amusing himself with the ball that his father had given him as a gift. Jango had sensed his son's disappointment and had bestowed the toy upon him as a small way of making it up to Boba. Jango had even promised to play a few games with him, as soon as he had the spare time. Boba didn't mind at the moment for the ball was keeping him occupied and happy. It bounced down the white corridor as he gave it a swift kick, then hurried after it. A tall cloner walked past him, shaking his head at the child's antics. Humans were such strange creatures, it thought. Boba ignored the alien and gave the ball another kick which sent it flying out through a doorway into the open square of the outside. The heavy rain had let up for the past few days and now there was just a small drizzle. It was warm enough to leave the confining hallways without a jacket and Boba ran outside with glee. He breathed in the fresh sent of the rain and relished in the feeling of it as it softly clung to his skin. The ball rolled to the center of the platform and came to a stop. Boba bent and picked it up then threw it up in the air and tried to keep it up by just hitting it with his knees. It was amazing what someone could come up with when they were alone, he thought as he counted the number of times he could keep it from hitting the ground. He made sure to stay well away from the edge of the platform, for he did not want the ball to suddenly tumble off its side and into the waters below. Besides losing the toy it would make his father angry at him for being so careless. If it was one thing Jango despised; it was carelessness. He often told Boba that most of the mistakes made in life that would cost you were because you were being careless and didn't think beyond the moment.
He continued to bounce the ball around the platform, once in a while attracting the attention of a curious cloner as they walked past the open doorway. Boba wondered what it would be like if a Kamino actually joined in with his game, then laughed at the thought of one of the tall, skinny creatures running around after a ball. The image seemed ridiculous, maybe that was why they didn't play games. His dad on the other hand would make an excellent partner. Jango had great coordination and reflexes and would easily overtake Boba if they competed against one another. Boba's kicks grew faster as he imagined that he was playing with his dad. Jango was protecting a goal post on the far end of the platform and Boba had a chance to score. He nimbly moved the ball down towards it, keeping an eye on his father, watching his every move. Jango advanced on him, intent on taking the ball from him and scoring for himself, but Boba wouldn't allow it. He twisted to the right and sidestepped his dad; the ball was still in his control and he aimed up the goal post and kicked. The ball flew through the air, past Jango and connected with the post with a solid thump. Boba threw his hands up in the air in triumph and could image the look on his dad's face, a look of surprise at being beaten but then it would turn into admiration and pride at his son's skill. The ball rolled to rest off to one side of Boba. He wiped the rain from his face and he smiled sadly as the image of his father faded, leaving him once again alone in the square. He sighed and went over to the ball and picked it up. He turned it over in his hands, the hard stitching on one side felt rough against his skin and it smelled faintly like Jango. Boba wondered where his dad had bought the ball for him. He imaged Jango among a massive crowd of humans and aliens on some foreign planet's main city. The throng parted as his father walked through them, whispers and fearful glances followed him, everyone knowing who the man clad in the Mandalorian amour was. At one of the item stands, Jango stopped upon noticing the ball. He motioned the shopkeeper and the man gulped as he stood at attention, waiting for his customer's order. Jango pointed at the ball and the man gently took it down off of its shelf and wrapped it carefully in a bag, making sure to give the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy the best service he could. Boba could imagine the whispers of wonder of why Jango Fett was purchasing a child's toy; he could imagine the looks of envy on other children's faces, wishing that their father could be as great as the infamous Fett.
Boba stroked the ball, cherishing the feeling. He wouldn't let anything happen to it for it was worth too much to him. He replaced it on the ground and resumed his game.
Suddenly there was the sound of a starship overhead. Boba glanced up in excitement, knowing that since his father was already home it had to be a visitor. He quickly scooped up the ball and ran over to the edge of the platform. He squinted against the drizzle of the rain, up into the gray clouds overhead. The roar of engines grew closer and faintly Boba could make out a sleek black fighter ship as it flew threw the air towards the cloning facility. It passed off to his left and continued over the buildings. Boba leaned over the railing as far as possible trying to see where it was headed. He could barely make out its shape in the fog as it slowly lowered and disappeared out of his sight. It must have landed on the south entrance to the colony and Boba quickly jumped off the railing and ran back inside. His breath came in short gasps as he made his way through the maze of corridors to the landing platforms. The slender aliens made sure to move out of his way in order to not be run over by the child.
Boba reached the hatchway to the south entrance in record time. He skidded to a stop in front of it and straightened his appearance. His hair had gone array and he smoothed it down and breathed deeply trying to calm himself. He held the ball securely under his right arm and proceeded through the doorway. The black one-manned star craft sat still on the nearest platform. Boba felt the excitement rip through him as he stared at it. It was a double T33-2Z engine Laim warship, with heavy blaster cannons located on its underside and bristling with a vast array of other weapons, some visible and the others hidden beneath its dark hull. Boba was familiar with the type of craft, for his father had ordered him to study and learn everything there was to know about starships and intergalactic space travel. The T33-2Z was operated by a single person, such like the Slave 1 and was perfect for combat because of its streamlined shape, giving it agility and maneuverability all the while being heavily protected by its thick but light outer hull. Boba walked along side the craft, keeping a good ten feet between, knowing that a ship like this one was sure to have a heavy security system in order to protect it from intruders. He looked around the docking platform for the pilot but it was empty. The ship's cockpit was dark and the ground lights were turned off indicating that it was shut down. He ached to walk up to it and feel the metal against his skin, cold from the depth ness of space. He suppressed the urge; most likely the owner wouldn't want some kid touching their prized ship.
As his eyes roamed over it he noticed markings on the ship that somehow seemed familiar, the certain way the wings were bent and how the engines were fitted cause memories to form in his mind. He had seen this ship before but where? He bounced the ball against the deck as he continued to circle it in awe. The gleam of a homing missile launcher caught his eye and he forgot to pay attention to where he maneuvered the ball. It hit the tip of his right boot and shot away from him, right towards the edge of the platform. His mind cried out upon realizing what he had done and he ran after it; however there was no chance of him reaching it in time. The ball zoomed past the ship and was about to be lost to Boba forever when a figure stepped out from behind the hull, reached down and managed to catch it before it flew off the edge. The figure straightened and clutched the ball tightly between two slender hands. Dark blue eyes met Boba's and the pilot of the T33-2Z ship walked slowly over to him.
Boba felt recognition fill him as she stopped in front of him, holding out the ball.
"I believe this is yours."
Boba slowly reached out and took it from her.
"Thank you," he said quietly.
The woman didn't smile at his reply; all emotion seemed to have strayed from her face. Her cold blue eyes watched him and Boba began to get uncomfortable.
"Are you here to see my dad?" he asked her. She nodded.
"He's in our apartment, I'll take you there." She didn't reply, instead began to walk towards the doorway. He fell in step beside her and found he had to increase his stride to keep up. Her dark overcoat flapped in the wind and Boba could see she was wearing a black armored suit and had a blaster strung to her utility belt and wicked looked vicroblades strapped to each thigh. He made sure to keep his distance from her, not knowing how she would react if he got close. He didn't really feel like getting shoved or swatted at, which was exactly how Zam treated him. He ran ahead of her to the apartment door and opened it. His father was sitting at the table near the window and was currently cleaning his vast assortment of weapons. Upon Boba's entry he looked up, surprised to see his son back so early from his games.
"Dad, Kish Tyres is here," Boba told him as he carefully moved off to one side to let the armored female through the door. Jango's eyebrows rose in surprise as he stood to greet their guest.
"Hello Kish, haven't seen you in quite a while," his father said. Kish nodded,
"I dropped by to let you know that I was back in the area."
Jango was silent for a moment. "It's good to see that you are well. Have a seat," he offered, motioning to the chairs beside the table. Kish looked at them as if deciding whether or not to, before she moved over and sat down. Boba leaned against the wall and watched them.
"What brings you back to this area anyhow?"
"A job."
Jango grinned. "Isn't it always?"
She didn't return his smile but Boba could see a small flicker of amusement in her eyes. The amusement made Boba frown, knowing yet again that his father had caused it and yet he himself could not even make conversation with any of the visitors they had.
She's probably just like Zam, he thought, probably only sees my dad while I remain in the shadows of their worlds. He scuffed his boot against the floor which in turn brought him to the attention of his dad.
"Boba, since you're back you can make some dinner for yourself and our guest, that is if you're hungry?" he asked Kish. Her eyes flickered over to where Boba stood and looked him up and down.
"If it's not a problem," she said. As her eyes came to rest on his, Boba could feel that the answer was more towards him than to Jango. This made him blink in surprise.
"Um no, it's not a problem," he said shyly before going over to the cupboard to start preparing something to eat. He managed to pull down a package of Kamino noodles and began opening up its contents and making the dish. He knew that Jango had already eaten earlier that day so it would be just him and their guest. As he worked he found himself wishing that his dad would leave him and Kish alone for a few moments, then maybe that way he would be able to have a conversation without Jango occupying her every thought as was with Zam. He knew that Zam was a lost cost for a friendship since he had already tried at it and failed miserably, but maybe if he played his cards right, he wouldn't give Kish any reason to hate him. He briefly turned his head to glimpse at her. Her medium length blond hair was pulled tightly back into a bun revealing the soft looking skin on her neck, which ended at the collar of her black body suit. She was currently talked to his dad and Boba found himself wondering how old she was. She looked to be around twenty at the very most and yet, if he remembered correctly, looked exactly as she had when he had first met her two years ago. Then his dad had told him that he had known her for seven years before Boba Fett was…created and that when he had first met her, Kish had already been an assassin for a good twelve years before that. It didn't make any sense since there was no way a six year old could be a professional and deadly assassin, no matter what species they were. He had to admit to himself that he wanted to know how old Kish was. He made a mental note to ask his father about it later.
The food finished cooking and he portioned it into two bowls. He brought them over to the table and placed one in front of Kish along with a fork. She ignored it and continued to converse with Jango and Boba felt his hope slowly fading away. He took a seat across from her and began to eat.
"Excuse me for a minute Kish, but I must return these to the ship," Jango suddenly said, gathering up the weapons he had been working on. Boba looked up at him in surprise. He was actually going to be alone with her for a few moments!
"That's fine. I'll wait here," she answered. Jango nodded and left and Boba looked up at her only to find that she was staring at the doorway after his father. He frowned, defeated, and returned to staring at the slippery noodles in his bowl. The food had seemed to lose his taste and he absentmindedly stirred them around with his fork.
"Weren't you ever taught to not play with your food?"
His head snapped up and saw Kish watching him, one eyebrow raised slightly.
"I…uh, yes," he stuttered. Kish tapped one finger against the table and continued watching him. He felt himself go red under her gaze and waited for her to smile at his discomfort, just as Zam would. Instead she picked up her own fork and began eating.
"Do…do you like it?" he asked her.
She nodded without looking at him. He found that he couldn't think up anymore questions at the moment so he resumed eating.
"How's your training coming along?"
Boba almost choked on his food at her actually asking him a question, which wasn't an insult or an amusement.
"Very well, according to my dad," he said, before mentally hitting himself for involving Jango.
"That's good. Has he let you fly the Slave 1 yet?"
"A couple of times. Not for very long though and usually just around this area."
Kish frowned upon hearing this and Boba began to panic, thinking that he had somehow upset her.
"You really need to do some more flying if you want to develop the necessary skills of piloting. Do you know what a Steller 778 is?" she asked.
He shook his head slowly.
"I didn't think so since the model is pretty rare. Are you busy today?"
"No," he told her, remembering his efforts at trying to come up with something to do earlier that morning.
"Would you like to get some flying practice then?"
Boba felt his mouth go dry at the suggestion, the sweet taste of freedom seemed to fill his heart at the thought of piloting and what was even better was the fact that Kish was offering to go with him.
"Sure!" he said, almost too eagerly. The amusement flickered through her eyes again and this time Boba relished it, knowing that he was the cause. "I mean, as long as my father says its okay."
She nodded, "I'll ask him when he returns. I have some time to kill before I have to go meet my new client."
Boba began to clean up the dishes and prepare himself for the practise. As he quickly went around the room he found himself glancing back over at Kish. She had turned in her seat to stare out the window at the rain and was absentmindedly running her hand along her chin, down her neck, then back up. Her eyes had taken on a hallow look, as if she was trying to see something out in the rain that wasn't there. Boba watched as her fingers slid along her chin, watching them as they traced a path down the creamy expanse of her exposed throat. As they ended their journey at her collar and began to travel back up his eyes remained behind, noticing the gentle crease of the fabric as it shifted against her skin with the movement of her breathing. His eyes flickered lower to where the material was covered by a breastplate, one of the many pieces to her body amour. He could imagine the material of the suit underneath, tightly stretched over the expanse of her chest, her soft pink nipples brushing the fabric making them into hard nubs. Boba suddenly realized what he was doing and frantically turned away from Kish, his face having gone bright red beneath his tan colored skin. His breath came in short quiet gasps and he clenched his hands into fists, trying to will away the images. What the hell was he doing? Here he was mentally undressing her, wondering what secrets lay beneath her clothes!
I've heard Zam and my father way to many times, he thought to himself, next time she's over I'll ask him if I can sleep in Taun We's room. He gave himself one last mental shake before retreating into his room to retrieve a jacket.
Kish looked over to where he had disappeared with a questioning look in her eyes. She glanced down at her hand which had stilled against her throat at Boba's departure. Her fingers were trembling against her skin and she stared at them in confusion. What the hell was wrong with her? She quickly moved her hand to rest against the table top, away from her body then turned back to once again look out the window, watching the rain as it fell from the clouds to the sea below.
**How was it? I know that this chapter didn't have any lemon in it but I did add a few drops of spice for you guys J. Please don't get mad at the thought of a ten-year-old having sexual thoughts and all. I'm unsure to when guys actually start having those thoughts and start the whole sexual thing. If anyone could just give me a few tips it would help in forming the story! Thanks. Also for anyone wondering Kish's age, she's actually a lot older than it seems and it will also be explained along with the title later on. I'm really into writing this story, it just seems to want to flow out of me since I'm constantly coming up with ideas and images for it so you can probably expect another chapter really soon, as long as my homework doesn't get too harsh.
On another topic, does anyone on fanfiction.net go to McMaster University in Hamilton Ontario??? If anyone goes to Mac and is interested in chatting please email me at marafive@hotmail.com. Thanks!! As always please review!!!