6. Chapter 6

Grihul

I don't understand that human female.

It could be confusing and potentially threatening for her to wake up somewhere she didn't remember going. I get it. But she didn't have to shout at me the moment she saw me...

I run my hand over my face and stroke my beard. Do I look like an evil criminal or something?

Whatever. How she thinks about it is her problem, not mine.

I twist the cap of my water bottle open to take a sip. Maybe it was a mistake helping her. Like I told her, I didn't have to help her. Now, she takes up my bed and is still hating me.

How does someone like that become part of the police force? Maybe she was resisting her urge to shoot me when she shouted at me in the traffic with a gun in her hands. Someone like that doesn't deserve to have a weapon in hand.

This planet is getting stupider by the second.

Even the other police told me that I was fine, and it wasn't safe for me to move my cargo spaceship, even when the police spaceship was around. The sky is three-dimensional, the police ship should be the one moving to search for a better path while, as a civilian, I can't go wherever I want, especially when my ship is slower and needs more distance from everything else on the path to make sure all of us will be safe.

That human female is just pissed at me for no other reason than I didn't make it easy for her and didn't make everything according to her will. That's quite some ego.

But not the whole team is like that. She is the abnormal one. The customs beings are also nice to me, that's even before I present them with my paperwork from the company.

That human takes up my soft and comfortable bed and I have to be here, stuck in the driver's seat, barely having room to put my arms and legs.

My cock twitches, even though it shouldn't. When she shouted at me in my own room, it was tempting to grab her and show her who makes the call here. But I'm smarter than putting that into action.

I'm not a bandit or a criminal who has no care about the consequences. I just want a normal life, not like this, when I'm stuck in the basement of a police facility.

I glance at the corridor. She is quiet inside the room. Maybe she fell asleep again.

Why didn't I put her in the storage room or something and call it a day? I'd have saved her, regardless.

Maybe I should just be less nice, then I'd be on my bed enjoying my time.

She makes it tempting to pin her to a wall and make her shut up. I can do that for sure. No matter how strong she may be compared to another human, she's no match for me.

But I'm not a bad being.

I take a breath, letting it out. I guess I won't even get a thank you for what I've done for her. Not that I did it for a thank you, anyway. It is what it is.

My stomach rumbles. Maybe it is time to get some food. If only I could figure out the weather outside and get a hint of when I can get out of this place, then I can have good food in the city instead of prepared food that I reheat or tinker with. I'd skip those, but when I'm flying, options are limited. The company provided them, so I may as well spend their money instead of my own.

I get up and head to the kitchen, which is pretty much just a room with cooking and eating utensils. There's a stove that runs on electricity, an oven, and other devices, but all I use is the microwave.

Next to the sink, there's a fork, which is all I use among eating utensils. It sits there as I'm too lazy to put it into the drawer, only to take it out a few hours later for another meal. I'm the only one here, was, so it didn't matter what I did.

Even when the human female is here, she still won't change how I arrange myself.

I open the fridge, pulling out a pack of pre-made meat and noodles, respectively. It's not that bad. There is still plenty left to last me through the weather.

I toss the packs into the microwave and start the machine. I hold the fork with my teeth, standing to the side of the microwave as I wait for it to do its thing. Someone should invent a machine that can heat food in a second, then I won't have to wait.

Mother has never liked how I bite utensils and hold them like that. She'd always say that I should use my hand or just put the fork to the side until I needed it, but I'd rather do things my way.

The microwave dings, so I open the door. The food smells great, which pretty much means that I'm hungry enough. Now, I just have to wait for the packs to cool off a bit before I can eat.

I turn around when I feel someone's watching me. It has been a while since I felt that. And that reminds me of my poor bed that's occupied by the ungrateful brat. Or, was.

She is at the door, peeking inside.

I stare at her, waiting for her to say something.

She glances at me, then at the microwave. I ignore her stare and pick out my packs. I open the pack for noodles, then the meat.

Her gaze on me grows hotter. She is probably also hungry. She was in the cold for a while, so it would make a lot of sense for her to be hungry. But that's her problem, not mine.

In theory, the right way to eat is to pull a bowl and add the bags together, but I'm not going to do that. I add the meat and the sauce to the noodles instead, taking the fork from my teeth and mixing the food.

She swallows and her eyes glue on my pack. I fork up the noodles, enjoying the sauce at the same time. It is called curry sauce. I like the rich herb flavoring, but my family makes better sauce than this. The meat is tender, nothing super impressive, but for pre-made food, they are the stable and safe option.

I continue with my food, leaning onto the kitchen table as I fill my stomach. This city probably has better to offer, but I'm good with this too.

She comes over to me. I catch sight of her at the corner of my vision, but I stay put and wait to see what's in her head. If she decides to take my food from me, she'll be dumb. I can eat my food while punching her with my spare hands.

She clears her throat. "So... You use your two lower hands to eat, huh?"

That's such a dumb question. I use whatever hands I feel like using and it has nothing to do with her. It is as dumb as asking whether someone walks the first step with their right foot or the left one.

I continue with my food. I'm not entertaining her stupidity. After she annoys me being a brat, I'm not going to offer her food, even though I know that's likely what she's after.

Silence lingers in the kitchen despite the occasional slurp from me as I enjoy my food. With her gaze, these packs somehow taste better. Maybe that's a coincidence, or maybe not.

She says, "I wonder..." She takes a deep breath as if talking pains her. Her stomach rumbles and her cheeks grow red. I pretend not to hear that. I don't care anyway.

If she thinks the world will bend to her will because she's police, she's wrong.

She looks at the fridge. I'm poised to stop her if she decides to steal from me, right under my nose.

"I mean... Looks like the power isn't back."

I nod, putting a piece of meat into my mouth.

She takes another breath as if she's trying to suck all the air in the room so she can suffocate me. "Can I have some food?"

"Why should I give you my food?"

Her eyes widen as she stares at me as if she doesn't understand my words. "What did you say?"

I glare at her. "I said, why should I give my food to you when all you've done is lock me here, screaming at me, trying to threaten me, and acting like a bitch overall? I've already put you on my spaceship, so you aren't freezing to death. I let you onto the only bed on this spaceship, and what do I get out of that? I didn't help you to get something, but I sure wasn't expecting glares and shouts."

Her nostrils flare up as if she is getting ready to fight me or shout harder at me. I'm ready if she wants to fight. I don't want to go to jail, but I'm not going to let anyone walk all over me either.

I sneer at her. "All I have to do is get you out of this planet, then no one can save you and you'll have to beg for my mercy."

She flinches for a second. "No, you aren't doing that."

"You aren't telling me what to do."

She swallows. "Before the power is back, the gate is locked."

"My spaceship is equipped to fight bandits, so..." I can do significant damage to whatever gate they have, or... "Worse, I'd crash the spaceship after I'm done with you. There's nothing stopping me."

My cock twitches. Even more blood runs through my body and sends jitters into my arms. I'm not going to do what I said I would, but the thought is tempting. The line between doing the right thing and doing what I want is slim.

She takes a step back. "Are you disrespecting me?"

"Have you ever respected me? Even just as another being living on a planet? If I'm getting into trouble after the power is back regardless, I'm going to pick the worst trouble for you too."

She shakes her head. "That's not what I meant."

"So, what do you mean? Better be clear."

I'm a strong kot'oll and a strong kot'oll has an image to uphold. I have my honor and I'm not letting anyone step onto me.

She clears her throat. "I'm trying to say, maybe we can start fresh. I'm used to fighting criminals, so it is hard for me to trust a stranger easily. We just met not long ago, and—"

"You've been thinking of me as a criminal, and you dug hard to find something to cause me trouble."

"I said I'm sorry!"

"It doesn't feel like you're sorry for the tiniest bit. You're just here for food, and you'll revert to how you were once you get things your way, and you're going to cause me even more trouble when we're done with this outage. There are only the two of us here, and you're going to make up what I'd have done by then."

"Hey! Maybe I'm not the nicest, but I'm not like that. I don't... make things up and... I mean it... I... I was too focused on chasing the robbers, so... I'm sorry I caused you trouble." She lowers her gaze and finally seems to be sorry for what she did.

I could have kept food to myself, but... I kind of feel bad for threatening her. I sigh. "Food's in the fridge. Get some for yourself."

Her head snaps up at once and she is at the fridge before I can blink. Staring at her back, I guess I'm going to regret giving her food the same way I regret helping her.