Aonung's Pov:

The newcomers had been here for about two Weeks now, my sister has gotten awfully comfortable around them.

Not me, I had to keep my guard up for the family, these na'vi's could be dangerous.

There was only a slight problem.

Neteyam sully.

I glared at the two brothers, neteyam and lo'ak as they walked by. "You don't belong here" I called after them. I could see neteyam grab onto lo'ak's arm.

I laughed turning back to my group of friends, they were snickering behind me, except for rotxo. He didn't laugh along with us. "They should go back to their little forest" one of my friends sneered. "Or back to their sky people" I snorted, Rolling my eyes. "Their na'vi wanna be's"

Rotxo glared at me, walking over to me he whispered. "You pushing it to far aonung" he told me, and I frowned. I shouldn't care. "Your being really mean"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, who wants to go hunting today?" I asked, my friend group cheered. "Thank you" rotxo said, patting my shoulder. It wasn't for you. Or them.

--time skip.

Aonung's Pov:

My arms and legs were screaming when we got back to the camp, a small gash was on the side of my forearm. "Damn fish" I hissed, covering the bleeding wound.

We pulled the nets to the sore, all the beautiful colorful fish were proudly shone.

"Ow aonung that cobia looked like it got you good" on of my friends said, examining the wound. I tried to laugh it off. "Yeah that sucker came out of nowhere!" I told them. It had. When I had dived into the water to make sure nothing besides fish was in our catch that cobia got my through the net.

"You should go make sure it won't get infected" rotxo said, coming up to me. "Those things can get nasty!" Rotxo led me away from the group and that's when I let it out. "Fuck this really hurts" I grumbled, pressing on the wound more. "It looks painful" rotxo said shaking his head, he was leading my to my father's den and I instantly stopped, pulling away.

"No! My dad will think I'm weak!" I told rotxo, he rolled his eyes. "You're not weak for getting hurt" he told me, beckoning me to follow. I shook my head. "Can't you do it?" I pleaded, rotxo instantly shook his head. "I don't know how to heal things like that!"

I frowned. "Could you get somebody that does?" I asked him. "Just not my father." I could see rotxo frown before agreeing. "Ugh! Fine I know someone!"

I smiled happily, thanking him as he walked away to go get the person.

My smile quickly faded when I saw who it was. Neteyam.

"What the hell rotxo!?" I cussed glaring at neteyam, he had a bowl in his hand, his gaze rested softly on me. "You said you wanted someone to help!" Rotxo said, waving his arms a bit. "Not him!" I snapped, glaring over at neteyam who stared at me with deep interest. Weird.

"I can't call your father instead" rotxo shrugged, crossing his arms.

Fuck. I wanted to curse. I glared up at neteyam before deciding that my pride can take a moment. "Fine!" I scoffed. "But hurry up!"

Neteyam crouched down beside me, dipping his hand into the weird gel stuff he had in the bowl. When his hand reached up to touch my forearm I hissed for some reason. It didn't hurt it was just cold and felt weird.

Neteyam applied more on the wound before pressing down. "Ow fuck!" I almost screamed, trying to catch myself. I could see a small smile grace neteyam's face. He did that on purpose!

"Damn you" I whispered to him, he looked up at me smirking. "Watch your tongue" he said, pressing on the wound again, I yanked my arm away in pain. "Okay!" I snapped. "Your are all done with my arm!"

Neteyam smiled slightly. "Your welcome aonung" I froze, staring at him we we're making eye contact. Something about how he said my name and the way he looked was going to send me farel.

What was wrong with me? Why was I feeling this way?

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