You Are My Home (Neteyam x Aonung ff)

Rule No.4

Rule No.4 : A man isn't jealous, people are jealous of him

Growing up, Aonung always shined in people's eyes, particularly between Na'vis his age. They admired him and they wanted to be him. It was only normal as he was the chief's son. Inevitably, the Metkayina grew up with a boosted ego. He was convinced that jealousy from others was the best feeling, as it made him feel powerful. It made him confident. But he soon understood that he wasn't protected from being jealous at all, because eventually when the conditions were all present, he got his share of it.

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It was the morning before the hunting day in the village. All the young Na'vis were assigned to different tasks, making sure all the material was ready for the hunters. While Tsireya, Kiri and Tuk had to feed the Tsuraks and verify the leashes, the others had to take care of the nets. They had just finished braiding one and they decided to make sure of its efficiency by testing it.

Aounung threw the filet into the water, before holding the left side. The ocean currents were stronger than he thought because he was suddenly dragged forward by the waves. Even though he was strong, it was not enough to fight the tides.

"Quick, someone helps me !'' was all he could grit out, muscles contracted in a strenuous effort to keep the net from being snatched by the ocean.

The first person to react was Lo'ak. He ran toward him and help him hold the filet. Facing them, Neteyam and Rotxo arrived a few seconds later and held the opposite side. Each of them was trying to drag the net back onto the seashore but it wasn't working.

"Look like we've got a big catch," Aonung said with a smile even though his arms were becoming sore.

"Or you just suck at throwing and got it stuck somewhere," said Lo'ak mockingly.

The Metkayina turned to look at the Omatikaya with a glare. Lo'ak was smirking at him. Once again, the water Na'vi was reminded of how much the Sully brothers were different. When Neteyam smirked at him, it was to challenge him. It was playful and he enjoyed it. On the contrary, Lo'ak was just genuinely trying to rile him up.

Aonung was going to answer with words full of venom when his favourite voice interrupted him.

"Would y'all stop ?" Neteyam said while rolling his eyes. Everybody could see he was joking and wasn't actually annoyed, still, both Lo'ak and Aounung shushed it.

Rotxo then intervened.

"Guys, I'll count to 3. When I say go, you guys pull toward the inside while Neteyam and I do the same, '' he instructed before pointing toward the inside of the filet. ''There will be less water and it should be easier.''

They then adjusted their position, planting their feet deep in the wet sand and waiting for the count. It wasn't too long before they heard the "go" and they all pulled at the same time. It didn't move at first, but after a few seconds, it did and they were all propelled into the water.

Aonung quickly stood up to hold the fillet again before fishes could escape. He then looked up to make sure Neteyam was alright but instead was faced with an unpleasing sight. The Omatikaya was laughing as Rotxo was helping him up with his hands. When he finally stood up, he lost his balance again and Rotxo stabilized him with an arm wrapped around his lower back.

Aonung furrowed his eyebrows as he felt something tighten in his chest. It wasn't the first time his friends interacted with the dark blue-skinned Na'vi and he didn't usually mind. But why did Rotxo feel the need to touch Neteyam so much? He looked sideways not wanting to face them anymore.