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Cosmic [Ch2/?]

Judus Jach = Jack Jacy - told you we'd change it.

random knowledge:
Cosmic is one of the stories in the Pegasus universe.
Leonard Dukakis is one of only a few characters with tendencies toward the opposite sex.
Imagine Leonard Dukakis as a combination of Khleo Thomas and Corbin Bleu sorry, too lazy to draw it properly

Previously in Cosmic Prologue, Ch 1



I smell like ass, Leonard thought as he crossed the threshold. He’d worked up a sweat in the corner practicing by himself while the other students, on their last day for the semester, had mock battles, laughing, cheering, tournament like. Leonard thought it unfair to participate and he’d never been well liked by the lot of them.

He swung by the living room and hit the button on the answering machine. After the artificial voice finished its spiel, his mother’s island’s accent filled the room. “Hey, baby, I know you’re at school, and it’ll only be afternoon when you get in, but I wanted to wish you a good night . . . I can still tuck you in, right? Okay my genius, we’ll be home in two weeks. Call. Love you, baby.”

Leonard sighed. He was sixteen years old and still a baby to his mother. Briefly he wished his genius sized head hadn’t ruined her ultra petite body so that she could have had more babies like she’d wanted. But that was a broken thing he couldn’t fix.

He climbed the stairs two at a time, negligently tossed his book bag into his room, headed for the bathroom. Nice long shower, some food, a little time in front of the brain deprogrammer would do him a lot of good. Make him forget about past regrets and the invitation.

But the invitation, as it was something in his control, was not as easy to forget about.

He thought about Jennifer Sexton. A happy smile on his face finally. Perhaps it had just taken a while for it to set in, but Jennifer Sexton in her grand gesture had just made herself touchable. His height, within arm’s length, her feet quite capable of fitting his shoes. She didn’t have dainty feet, he realized. Not the kind that fit into pointy toe, heeled stilettos, but more practical flats, or pumps. She was tall. Long legs, curvy in the hips. In the wrong shirts she looked flat, but Leonard had seen cleavage that afternoon on the floor, a ‘J’ pendant hanging between them like a hypnotizing pendulum. The freckled mounds just peeked over the head of her bra.

Perfectly imperfect, but today, touchable.

Leonard took himself in hand. Dropped the soap. He was achingly hard. Not in the haze of idle thoughts on someone who did not know him, but a living, breathing, woman who had placed her hand on his deliberately when she’d handed him his spilled things.

His hand was torture as it soapy, slickly, eased along his shaft. Up to the head to thumb over the sensitive, weeping tip. His breath caught. He wished he could see his own cock from that distance, but his eyes were poor and his glasses on the sink, likely fogged with the heat of his shower. He applied slow steady pressure, eyes closed, breath hitching with every steady stroke.

And then he thought of that hint of cleavage he’d seen earlier, saw every freckle. He imagined her on her knees before him; modest jacket pulled aside revealing the tops of imperfect, perfect breasts. His hand sped up and he thought he would cum on those tits, and that dimpled smile, and the cornflake bowls would become frosted.

As the only one home he was not expecting the shower curtain to be yanked aside as his cock twitched and his balls clenched and the first stream shot. He took a step involuntarily, forgot about the soap. Yelled in completion or disorder, the disaster the same as he fell. Blacked out.

+++

Alinon frowned down at the creature with the curly mop of hair. Unmoving, even as the water from the nozzle pelted its face. It hadn’t fallen prettily, smacking its head upon the rim of what could only be a archaic cleaning facility. Alinon studied the dials a moment, understood the engraved arrows, and then successfully turned off the mechanism. He wrapped the Earthian in the towel hanging conveniently by from a bar and hoisted it into his arms.

Earth was by far the most backwater planet he’d ever had the misfortune of landing upon. Not that he’d been on many planets. Including Arksus, his home world, Earth was only his third. He’d never endeavored to travel growing up; his two elder siblings being the ones to inherit the wandering gene from their parents. He’d wanted to remain on Arksus, find his mate, and the do the paperwork his family’s business generated. He was good at it, the only one proficient at balancing the books and knowing exactly what each order contained. And then Judus Jach, the most infamous Surfer of Vai’s Sigh, had come to Arksus, looted a shipment, broke into their family home and made off with the house’s treasures. Alinon had found that unforgivable and had followed Jach back to his ship, The Merry Death, to exact some sort of revenge or at least demand the return of the items Jach had stolen from the estate; the shipment a small one, and its profits easily replenished, though the Surfer didn’t need to know that.

To his embarrassment, Alinon had passed out then; not quite center of the deck, his arm outstretched before the Surfer who’d been holding an elaborate jewelry box containing the Galica family heirlooms straight from Noni’s vanity.

Alinon Galica was not well – dying to be precise. He’d jumped onboard Judus Jach’s cruiser that day because he’d hoped to at least die with a bit of honor and return to House Galica the things it had lost before he too was gone. In a way, Alinon supposed he should have been grateful to Jach, for surely he would have been dead if he had not snuck aboard The Merry Death. But the ship only provided a quick temporary fix. He was still dying. He felt it. And it would continue until he found the one thing that would save his life permanently. If he were lucky, Jach’s ire would cool, and the Surfer would come collect him before his time ran out.

But in the in between he would just have to settle with finding a place to stay and he hoped that this Earthian in the bed of the room that smelled most strongly of him would help. The room was extremely clean. Models of what he guessed were atoms, and a small chemistry set rested on one surface. There was a bookcase full of volumes on the cosmos. A telescope graced the window. A blade of some sort and equipment was neatly stacked in a corner.

Earth, Alinon decided, was a curious place where curious creatures did curious things. He wouldn’t lie and say there weren’t similarities between Earth and Arksus; only that in some ways Earth seemed infinitely agrestic and overly complicated, a contradiction. Alinon had spent the first day on Earth in his ship, conscious only some of the time. Upon landing, he’d hit his head on the control panel a little harder than he’d thought and after Jach had ended transmission, he’d passed out.

His first thought upon waking was annoyance that a ship had crashed somewhere on a planet and no one had come to see about it. Though the scanner had said that Earth was an industrious planet, it didn’t seem to have any stellar defenses, not even a guard station, or observer, or, well, anything. Alinon hoped that was because they were either so confident about their abilities to ward off threat, or honestly didn’t care who visited. The utter lack of a welcome party of some sort was plain unnerving. He’d climbed out the poor shuttle in to the crater it had made.

Everything smelled of scorched dirt and metal, smoke still wafting from the wreckage. Alinon had looked around, happy to note that though different colors and types, trees still looked recognizable as such. He appeared to be in a forest of some sort. It was bright out and cold. He pulled a blanket from the craft, rummaged around and happily discovered a Breather in the emergency aid kit. He took a puff of Vai’s Breath and was pleased that the fogginess in his brain cleared and the pain of his injuries began to fade, the dull ache in his body from jostling through resistant atmosphere and manhandled by safety harnesses upon landing gone.

He’d cursed himself for not thinking beyond getting away from Judus Jach. Stored what was rightfully his in the emergency kit, closed the shuttle and chose a direction.

The woods turned out to not be larger than three Gods sized handfuls. Large enough to hide a wreck. Soon enough Alinon had come to a clearing and a large brick manor. He saw a figure go in and he had followed. He’d knocked on the door but there’d been no answer. He’d found it unlocked.

Curious dwellings, Earthian homes. He cautiously moseyed in to what could only be a foyer of some type, though he’d never seen one so cramped. Pictures of some odd material hung in frames on the walls. Alinon found himself reanalyzing Earthian advancements a little. Their art was ridiculously life like and accurate. On par with any painter worth anything on his home world. He wondered what medium was used.

In the painting was a family of some sort. A brown skinned Earthian with painted lips, a tall pale skinned one with fur on its face and a child with medium skin tones who looked like a mix between the two older creatures. It was kind of cute. They were very similar in appearance, Arksans and Earthians, Alinon had thought. Like the trees, coloring differed, and a few shapes were different, but overall, they could be recognized as the intelligent speaking species of the planet.

He’d moved past the foyer and up the stairs a little uneasily. He had yet to run in to the Earthian he’d seen entering the home. The upstairs consisted of a short hallway with closed doors branching off from it. That’s when he’d heard running water and determined where the elusive Earthian must have gone.

And now he sat on a bed with a deep green blanket, a host of this alien world knocked out before him. It was the child from the painting. Older now. Curly hair much longer. A little taller with leanness to the cheeks where before there had been baby fat. Alinon never thought he’d say it about any creature not an Arksan, but the Earthian was beautiful . . . edible.

Alinon bit his lip. On Arksus, he’d been content in the knowledge that unlike his sibling, Nolan, a miracle would not happen to prolong his life now that he’d started Purging regularly. Aboard The Merry Death he’d caught a break in that a Vailuable Inhabitant resided in the ship and had kindly fed him since Merrec could without negative side effects to Alinon. And now that Judus Jach had banished him from the The Merry Death, and he didn’t know how many light years he was away from home, and his parents had no notion of what had become of him, Alinon had once again resigned himself to wait on Jach until his death, or wait on Jach until his death; his options only went so far.

His race, the Arksan, relied heavily on chemical makeup and the only way to tell if one’s body were running properly was by smell. Before puberty a child’s body produced all the hormones needed for a very specific scent, and that essence was used to keep skin and hair healthy. However, when the change in chemical makeup came it was time to search for a mate that contained the necessary elements. Thus far, Alinon had not found that mate.

He had not expected to crash land on Earth and like the way one of the species looked. He reached out a tentative blue hand to tug a wet curl and his golden lips tilted upward in a smile as it bounced back. His fingers tingled from the residue of the creature’s hair. But it was a good tingle; a thousand times greater than the one he’d gotten from Merrec. The Earthian was different but at the same time so pretty. Skin that looked like sun baked cream, and full dusky rose lips. Eyelashes that curled over prominent cheekbones. He didn’t have antenna like Arksans, Alinon noted, but, like Judus Jach, it bore eyebrows with a bridge between them almost creating one. He still resembled the child in the painting, but this older version was just as adorable. Better yet, he would have much more use in his grown up state, Alinon hoped so at least.

The creature groaned and Alinon waited patiently for it to wake itself up. In its unguarded moment the alien gleaned his name from its thoughts. He frowned deeply. What were his parents thinking? Even Alinon, an alien to the planet he was on, understood an aesthetically pleasing name and what wasn’t. When those murky brown eyes squinted at him, Alinon fixed his mouth into what he hoped was a non-threatening smile. It was always so difficult to tell with different races, some preferred scowls. “Leonard Dukakis, you give quite a first . . . thought.” The name had thrown something off, Alinon worried internally. The words didn’t flow properly, though he knew he was speaking the right language.

The boy blinked. “I get the feeling I’m supposed to be embarrassed but . . .” he began dryly and then winced and grabbed the back of his skull, “we’ll just save that for later, shall we?”

Alinon offered a small sheepish shrug. “Are you fine? Sorry I spook you.” Wrong, wrong, he fretted. What is with this language.

Leonard waved him off. “We’ll just say I’m clumsy and pretend it didn’t happen . . . But what were you thinking letting me sleep like that? I could have slipped into a coma.”

“I was watch--monitoring your state, you were fine.”

“Oh. Must be an alien thing . . .” Leonard replied absently. He closed his eyes a moment and exhaled. “Just like knowing my name before I tell you must be an alien thing?” he asked pointedly.

Alinon picked at his hand as he thought about what to say. He’d never failed to know a language before; he would have to pay more attention to the word and context – the skin lifted from his hand like peeled flesh from a fruit. He was briefly horrified, but could not show the Earthian there was anything wrong. He put the skin back, gently soothed it into place, and frowned “You are taking this a lot better than I thought you would,” the alien deflected smoothly. Proper. Lose skin, speak proper. Perfect.

“Consider my blow to the head as a sedative. What else could make a person this calm sitting in the buff before a stranger, Mr . . .? what do I call you? I can hardly say Mr. Alien . . . or is it Miss?”

“It is Alinon Galica.”

“Which doesn’t answer the question. You come from a good alien family I suppose? Didn’t do anything untoward while monitoring me?”

It’s the Earthian, Alinon decided. The Earthian had once spoken differently, and had taught himself not to for whatever reason. “I may be was tempted,” Alinon grinned without repentance.

“Then that proves my theory that aliens have no taste whatsoever,” Leonard mumbled more to himself than Alinon. He shook his head slowly, grimacing as his neck popped. “I take it you need a place to stay?”

Alinon blinked. “Well, I – yes. That would be nice.”

“Tools, machine parts . . .” Leonard prompted.

“Well . . . yes. How did you know?”

Leonard pinched the bridge of his nose and then cast about for something he obvious didn’t see as he gave up a few seconds later. “Oh come off it. We humans may be a bit stupid but even we know that no semi intelligent other life form would come to Earth willingly.” He turned his eyes away from Alinon’s direct gaze. “And stop looking at me like that. I’m naked, vulnerable, have a contusion on my brain . . . and you’re blue.”

Comments

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tj_dragonblade
Mar. 17th, 2009 04:57 am (UTC)
I must approve Jach's name-change. I was going to suggest alt spellings but you got ch2 up before I could get 'round to it, so now I get to play the 'great minds think alike' card. ^_^ It...it sounds more in keeping with the 'infamous' that sometimes comes with it and more in keeping with his ship's name. Less...carefree-and-playful, I guess, than it did before, and with a stronger hint of steel underneath. >_< I really can't articulate the whys very well, but it sounds even more in keeping with the glimpse we've been given of character for him.

Also, I applaud the very casual non-event presentation of Leonard's ethnicity - 'Oh, yeah, btw, he's bi-racial' as revealed after we've gotten to know Leonard the Person through his first chapter. Much more natural than a glaring statement up-front. It's the difference between 'I'm writing about a bi-racial character' and 'I'm writing about a character who happens to be bi-racial'. Tis nice. It gives the chance for a reader to get to know the character, the person, instead of seeing the color of his skin and slotting him into whatever category and/or character traits their mind assumes that color should signify. It's a nice little subtlety that helps avoid/break the sort of racially-based assumptions that so many people don't even realize they're making. He's a person before he's a label, and it makes the label less of a label and more of a detail.

Story-wise, this is shaping up nicely. You've got good character development in Leonard's introductory chapter and a lot of basic groundwork laid out clearly and concisely. There are several comments and lines throughout that make me grin. And lots of little subtleties, too - how Alinon determines that Leonard speaks now in a different way than he may have used to but so far there's no grounding confirmation. It's a nice little thing and it leaves a reader wondering - he used to speak a different lanuage altogether? He used to have an accent not unlike his mother's, perhaps, and trained it out of himself for one reason or another (one less thing to get teased about?) He's chosen a more bookish/refined sort of style-of-speech just because it feels more natural/sutiable to him? It gets a reader thinking, and lays more grounds for characterization, and I think that's a good thing whether or not it ever comes up again in the text.

So yeah. Good stuff, thanks for putting it out there, and definitely looking forward to more.
entitys
Apr. 1st, 2009 08:11 pm (UTC)
alright fine. just this once we'll say great minds and all that. ^_^. (funny you should say quickly tho, it was almost 2 weeks; shame on me). Though i actually like the carefree/playfulness, the name was supposed to show that he can harsh and yet sweet, like his ship; dying isn't necessarily a dour thing... more so when its not you (one of his crew members will explain why at some point). i don't know. we're still working on Jach actually leading a book instead of vicarious existence. can't seem to capture him on paper correctly.

you know. you read more into that than i did. i just write the story as the demons riding me say to.

story wise- thanks for that. i know Cosmic is different from the usual when it comes to anything related to Vai's Realms -- less creatively taxing i guess, more mundane -- but i like it because of that. i like its simplicity. so, hope you like the rest. if we're lucky i'll finish typing it soon and then get on to... i don't know yet; toss up between Jewel, Wish and Symphony right now. *sigh*
wh4tisit
Oct. 3rd, 2012 07:15 pm (UTC)
Great!
I loved Leonard's reaction. So funny! :D
Thanks for the writings. :)
entitys
Oct. 23rd, 2012 01:06 am (UTC)
Re: Great!
Thank you for reading! Glad you like the story.
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