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The Noa'Teks are known in the southern regions of the Luhar peninsula on Cait for their long-time family-owned fishing business and seafood cuisine, a rare occupation in Caitian society. The family business continues on despite Sa'Rahn and his older brother Morley's absence to Starfleet, leaving only his younger brother Leo and his aging parents to keep it all running.
From left to right: Morley (Sa'Rahn's older brother), L'Mara (mother), T'Ralf (father), Sa'Rahn, and Leo (Sa'Rahn's younger brother).
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After neglecting to visit for more years than he would care to admit, it's time Sa'Rahn reunited with his family back on Cait over his shoreleave!
This is the first (large) installment of this new mini-series following Aspirations. I hope you enjoy reading!
Leave a comment and let me know what you think please! I love reading them, anything is appreciated! :)
Iris distractedly wrapped a lock of silky black hair between her fingers, her thin lips inching into a coy smile as she watched Sa'Rahn fumbling around his quarters in almost nothing but his fur. She sat lounging in his comfy padded chair in the corner, her feet kicked up on top his glass desk, careful of course not to disturb any of his haphazardly strewn about fleet-work. While was still packing, she had been skimming the latest issue of a Betazoid fashion catalog downloaded to the PADD she held, but the issue was still stuck on page 4. Obviously something far more enticing had her attention.
All the while, Sa'Rahn paid her no mind as he carefully examined himself in the full-length mirror against the wall. He planted his hands on his hips, turning a quarter each way, unsure of himself. Occasionally sucking in his stomach, believing he could hide his ample girth, only to be disheartened and let it all hang out again. A frown grew on his muzzle at the colorfully patterned loincloth between his legs before finally turning to Iris, "I don't know... what do you think of this one?"
She considered her love a moment, looking him over head to toe, tilting her head as if to see around him, finally grinning and answering, "I think it makes your butt look amazing."
Sa'Rahn threw his head back and dropped his arms in a huff, frustrated. "I need your help here! I'm being serious!" Glancing back into the mirror his ears drooped, disgusted with himself. "Why did I even try this one, it doesn't fit anymore..." Without finishing the sentence, Sa'Rahn had removed and tossed the loincloth off to the side, turning to his bed to select another article of traditional Caitian clothing to don.
"You're overthinking this." Iris spoke up, leaning slightly in her seat to catch a better view of his rear as he hunched over.
"I'm trying to-... It's been a while, ok." Sa'Rahn huffed, looking up at her as he pushed his legs through a loose pair of ankle-high pantaloons. "... And do you have to stare at me? You know I don't like being watched when I change."
"I thought you didn't like it when I watched you groom." She teased.
"I don't like that either..." He mumbled, fastening the back of the pants over his tail. Repeating himself yet again, he placed both his hands on his hips and faced his reflection, judging his appearance. He sighed dejectedly, adjusting his belly over the rim of the pants. Looking back at what was left of the remaining clothes, then back to the mirror, he added, "I guess this one will do... It breathes, it’s loose... the waistband still has some elastic in it that's not completely shot." He paused, running his hands over his stomach. "Besides, if my Dad's cooking, I'm sure I'm gonna need all the room I can get..."
"I like the colors." She added.
"Yeah..." Sa'Rahn only offered a less-than-convincing response in return, his mind distant with concerns of his appearance. His lips sneered as he placed both his hands on either side of his middle, squeezing the soft fat in his belly. Raising his head a bit, he frowned, troubled by the double chin he was growing; he was thankful his fur hid most of his jawline. "Cath sserrot, I've gotten so much fatter since last time... will they even recognize me...?"
Seeing him obsess, Iris shook her head gently as she laid the PADD she held on his desk and got up. Hearing her rise, he looked to her. "I think you should relax and enjoy your shoreleave." She reassured him, lightly taking hold of his hands and moving them along the sides of his waist with her own. "You're worrying too much. I'm sure your family will just be glad to see their cub home again."
Sa'Rahn hesitated to respond, not sharing her optimism presently, but nodded his head in acceptance. Glancing down at her, he momentarily lost himself in her purple eyes before saying, "I've told them about you, you know. About us." He half-grinned. "Dad really wants to meet you, cook for you too!"
"Oh? And what did you tell them?" Iris tugged playfully, knowing Sa'Rahn was holding back the complete truth of his statement.
Sa'Rahn's ears drooped and his whiskers quivered. He should have known she would see straight through him, but he tried to keep up appearance and avoid her probing. "I... I told them we were together! That you're my mate, my flower..." Even he wasn’t convinced by that line.
Iris' expression grew mildly more impatient with his runaround answers. Arching her head back she accused him, "You haven't told them about me have you? About where I'm from?"
He didn't want to admit it, but knew keeping it from her was pointless. Sa'Rahn looked down to the floor below, ashamed she had sleuthed him. "N-... no. I haven't." Ears flattened limp from guilt, he looked back into her eyes before adding, "I want to tell them! I just... Mom and Dad are so... they won't understand. And I want them to like you!"
What little frustration Iris had managed to muster throughout the excuse of an interrogation quickly faded as she saw the reasons she loved him. Arching up on her toes to reach, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek with a sigh. "I know you mean well, sweetie. But one day Cait will let me come with you on these trips. And when they do.."
"I know, I know..." Sa'Rahn mumbled. "I'm sorry. I'll find a way to tell them."
As if with intention of interrupting the tender moment, Sa'Rahn's combadge on the side-table next to his bed chirped, followed by a familiarly disgruntled male voice. "Counselor Shas'Olan to Admiral Fatso, your doctor asked me to remind you to visit him before you leave for Cait. Now."
Rolling his eyes with a grunt, Sa'Rahn departed from Iris' embrace and picked up his combadge. "Thank you, Jagara." He replied sarcastically into it.
"Why’don’cha get someone else to remember your appointments, ya fat shra. I'm not your flippin' secretary!" Jagara ensured to add one last complaint to the brief conversation before promptly ending it.
"Why does the doctor want to see you?" Iris asked, crossing her arms.
Sa'Rahn could detect the slightest hint of worry in her voice as she spoke, "No idea. I'm sure it's nothing. Probably just wants to bellyache about my diet again." Sa'Rahn thought for a moment, pondering what the doctor could possibly want this time as he pocketed his comm. "I don't have a lot of time before I meet Morley in the transporter room if I have to see the Doc first, I should probably get going."
As he finished speaking, Iris stepped over and embraced him, laying her head on his soft chest, her arms barely able to wrap around his middle. Careful not to squeeze her too tightly, Sa'Rahn hugged her back, nuzzling her forehead. "I'll miss you." She murmured, kissing his lips.
"I'll miss you too, flower." He kissed her in return.
The air of the Alpha-Caitian IV’s halls caused Sa'Rahn to shiver as he made his way to sickbay. It surprised him that he never noticed how frigid the life support was before. Then again, he didn't usually make a habit of gallivanting outside his quarters half-naked. Rather than needlessly changing into a uniform that fit just for a trivial doctor's call, he chose to remain in his Caitian apparel, bare-foot and bare-chested. Besides, he didn't feel like struggling to get his pants to button. Sa'Rahn hadn’t planned on bringing a uniform with him to Cait anyway, he wanted to leave everything Starfleet behind for this vacation; except for his combadge, in case Iris needed to reach him. While comfortable in his culture’s apparel, he didn't particularly care for the dozens of eyes brushing over him in the halls from the crew.
"This isn't going to take long is it, Doc?" Sa'Rahn groaned, a bit frustrated as he entered sickbay.
Doctor Marcus M'Tolli, a tall and lanky, hazelnut Caitian with a well-groomed, short mane glanced up from his desk. "Ah, Admiral I..." The doctor stammered, taken off guard upon noticing Sa'Rahn's lack of a uniform, let alone a shirt. Hesitating longer than he intended, the doctor continued, "I... wasn't expecting you to actually stop by, if I'm being honest. Eh, no this shouldn't take long at all. Please, have a seat."
Grunting beneath his breath, Sa'Rahn lumbered over to the nearest medical bed and sat, taking the moment to catch his breath. He despised visiting sickbay. "What's this about, Doc?" Sa'Rahn questioned, resting his hands in his lap.
"Yes, it's good to see you too, Admiral." M'Tolli snipped as he gathered his medical tricorder from his desk. Pacing up to Sa'Rahn he activated its scan, waving the device slowly over him. While the tricorder recorded details of Sa'Rahn's state of being, Marcus himself took the opportunity to eye over him in person as well. "I can see you haven't taken to the diet regimen I prescribed you last month.” Sa’Rahn ignored the comment. “I was told you were about to embark for shoreleave down on Cait?”
“Visiting family for a few weeks. It’s been a while since I saw them.” Sa’Rahn explained.
“How long has it been since you’ve been planetside anywhere?" M’Tolli questioned.
Sa'Rahn merely shrugged in response. "I dunno, why?"
"Well, Admiral, the body tends to acclimate to its surroundings, and-..." M'Tolli fumbled his words, his eyes narrowing as he read the tricorder’s results in his hand. "Your weight and blood pressure are both up from your last visit…” He sighed, closing the device. “I'm sure you intend to indulge in just about anything you can fit down your gullet while you're there, so I wanted to take this opportunity to check up on you, and give you your weekly Thiazene shot."
Sa'Rahn squirmed in his seat slightly as he watched the doctor fill a fresh hypospray with a vile of oily purple liquid. He was well aware that his waistline had grown since the promotion to his sedentary job as Admiral. While his weight didn't particularly bother him, Sa'Rahn was however mildly afraid of what effects it was having on his health lately. "You told me these shots were supposed to fix my blood pressure. How bad is it?"
"160 over 100. Please hold still." M'Tolli answered as he firmly pressed the injector of the hypospray into Sa'Rahn's soft neck. "And I never said these shots would resolve the issue, Admiral. All I can do is mitigate it."
Maybe it was just his imagination, but he could have sworn he felt the tepid medicine flowing through his veins around the injection site. Sa'Rahn rubbed his neck, trying to sooth the slight sting. "Are we done?"
"Not quite, there was one other topic I need to discuss with you, Admiral." M'tolli stated as he changed the head of the hypospray, refilling it with a thicker liquid that looked like blue-green melted zinc. "I'm concerned for your well being, Sir. My records tell me you've gained 7.2 kilos this year so far alone. I don't believe these shots aren't going to help for much longer at this rate. If you continue to refuse to manage your body mass, I believe it's time we upgrade your prescription to something more effective."
"... What do you mean?" Sa'Rahn asked, his voice a tad unsteady.
The doctor hesitated and took a breath, fully aware of the eggshells he was about to crush. He held up the re-filled hypospray in his fingers. "This is a batch of supplemental-medical nanites. Their function is to repair and strengthen of your cardiovascular arteries, and to eat away at excess fat cells. They're made of a nondurable silicon and magnesium, designed to dissolve in your bloodstream within a week with no trace left behind. I'd much rather tackle this problem in a different manner, but-..."
"No." Sa'Rahn firmly interrupted without hesitation.
"... I realize it's not commonly accepted among our kind, and that you've had issues with the practice in the past-..."
"I said NO!" Sa'Rahn interrupted again, nearly to the point of shouting.
M'Tolli rubbed the bridge of his snout; he knew beforehand he would need to argue with Sa'Rahn on the topic. It was for his own good though. "I understand your reluctance, Sir. But please try to understand, you're leaving me very few options. You know as well as I do the commonality of heart disease in Caitians by our nature alone. You're walking a dangerously thin line. It's only a matter of time until-..."
Sa'Rahn slammed his hands down on the medical bed, appearing more angered than he intended. Anxiety built up in his veins, he shut his eyes and took moment, trying to compose himself some before responding. Sliding his rump off the bed and standing on the floor with a heavy thud, he sternly answered, "You're not putting those THINGS inside me! Are we done?"
He fully expected the doctor to have one final rebuttal or plea to sway him, but much to his surprise, M'Tolli merely placed the hypospray back on the table from once it came. The dry look in his eyes revealed he had given up trying to change his mind. "I can't force you to take care of yourself, Admiral. Ultimately your health is your own choice. I can only hope you make the right one." Placing the medical tricorder he still had in his hand back on his clean desk, the doctor closed, "You're free to go. Enjoy your shoreleave, Admiral."
Unsure to be either relieved or guilted from the doctor's rebuke, Sa'Rahn kept his thoughts to himself. With a tug on his trousers, Sa'Rahn silently turned to leave.
A part of him that wanted to continue to argue, to prove his point and justify his fears rather than be silenced. The Alpha-Caitian IV was currently in orbit around Cait, where it would be for the next three weeks during his shoreleave. Sa’Rahn was scheduled to beam down to the surface, accompanied by his brother more than 15 minutes ago now. Of course he was running late because of the doctor’s overbearing antics. With the shake of his head he tried to press it out of his mind, he wanted to enjoy his vacation. A turbolift ride and a short walk later, Sa’Rahn slowed his pace to catch his breath again as he arrived at the transporter room. “I’m sorry I’m late Morley, I was… held up.”
Turning to the sound of his younger brother’s voice, the sandy-blond Caitian standing off to the side, also dressed in their culture’s apparel, spoke, “Admiral business in the mess hall I’m sure… It’s about time you showed up.” If presented with the two, anyone of another species would likely fail to see any semblance of family relations. Morley didn't look much like his younger brother. He was noticeably taller than Sa'Rahn and rather bulky, a lot of weight packed beneath his skin, toned from rigorous dieting and almost obsessive exercise. While strikingly thinner, he was still cursed with a noticeably doughy paunch and thick layer of fat that covered over him, despite his intense efforts. “The youngblood here’s been working on getting the transporters ready.” He explained, gesturing to the ensign in the corner behind her console. Morley’s face wrinkled into a grimace as he looked over Sa’Rahn. “Cath sserrot man, you could have at least worn a shirt to cover up that gut…”
“You realize you don’t have a whole lot of room to talk, right?” Sa’Rahn said with a smirk across his face, reaching out to poke his brother’s pot belly.
Startling him more than anything, Morley swifly smacked away Sa’Rahn’s hand, growling, “DON’T touch me like that! You know I hate that.”
“Oh come on Morley, have a sense of humor.” Sa’Rahn bantered, shaking his hand from the mild sting. His brother was always so serious with everything. Laughing a bit, he added, “That’s no way to treat an Admiral is it, Captain?”
“We’re both on shore leave. You don’t have your pips, and I don’t have mine. We’re just brothers right now.” Morley stated coldly.
“Jeez, fine…” Sa’Rahn grunted, giving up trying to tease with his brother. Noticing the shoulder-bag Morley was carrying, he asked, “Are we ready to go?”
The young charcoal-furred Caitian acting as transporter officer off to the side of the room finally spoke up, saying, “Yes Sir, I apologize for the delay. A relay coupling blew out earlier this morning, but engineering’s repaired it now. I was just going through diagnostics. Step on the pad whenever you’re ready.”
“C’mon, let’s go. Our parents are waiting for us.” Morley grumbled as he turned to leave.
Sa’Rahn wasn’t scared of transporters really, he never had been. That, however, didn’t make the physical experience any less surreal to him. He clenched his hands into tightly closed fists, the flabby muscles in his arms stiffly tensed. Believing it would for some reason enhance or preserve him in some meaningful way, he drew out an exaggeratedly long breath, attempting to expel all the air out of his lungs and stomach as the transporter officer began the energization. His whiskers quivered slightly as light of the transporter began to engulf his body. A sensation of what felt like cold air sifted through his brown fur. His skin tingled with goosebumps. He thought he felt his blood bubbling as his sight was stripped from him, and replaced with blinding white and blue light for an instant.
His eyes adjusting as if looking into the flash of a camera, as swiftly as it all had happened, so it ended. He shivered as cool and humid air rushed into his lungs. No longer on his sterile Starfleet ship, he and his brother now stood the middle of a lightly-trodden dirt road, surrounded by lush forest foliage on all sides. Green and varying shades of purple leaves loomed overhead and at their feet, providing a dizzying pattern of shadows cast from above, their thickness daring to encroach on the pathway like looming arms. The fine dirt and sand below rubbed beneath his bare feet. Small mammals and birds chirping through the trees and sky above, the not-so-distant ocean roaring into the breeze filled his senses. It took only moments to confirm he was indeed on Cait. He had missed it all. It was good to be home again.
Morley, seemingly unphased much by the return to their tropical home planet, adjusted his bag to be less cumbersome. Already starting to pace along the path some, he leaned his head over his shoulder to dictate, “Come now, brother. I’m sure Mum and Dad are waiting for us.”
“...” Sa’Rahn opened his mouth to remark on how unimpressed his brother sounded, but his voice escaped him. The initial awe of the beauty that surrounded quickly faded as Sa’Rahn rapidly lost his breath. His expression shifted to a state of panic quickly as he realized he was unable to breathe! His limbs started quake, his back suddenly screamed in pain as if his spine was going to snap. His front, his overhanging stomach felt excruciatingly heavy in front of him suddenly, like a massive weight was pulling on him! His legs buckled under him without warning, collapsing him to the ground, almost striking his face against the dirt! “Mor-...!” He managed to choke out, gasping for air.
Morley stared at his brother on the ground, almost amused at first, believing Sa’Rahn had merely tripped over his own feet clumsily. It took only a few seconds before he realized his younger brother was suffering dearly! Dropping his bag to the ground without a second thought, Morley rushed to Sa’Rahn’s aid, kneeling at his side! “Brother! Brother, what’s wrong!?”
Regaining a decent portion of his breath again, his whole body shivering, Sa’Rahn wheezed, “I… I can’t stand up... Morley, help me please, I can’t stand up...”
“What do you mean you can’t stand up?” Morley questioned.
“I mean I can’t stand up!” Sa’Rahn snapped at his brother, yelling so loud he managed to scare away a number of little creatures hiding away in the bushes. He paused to regain himself, regretting shouting at Morley immediately. “I’m sorry… Can you please help me get up? I can’t-... I feel like… I feel like I’m being pulled down? Or something.”
Morley let out a disgruntled snort as he wrapped one arm under Sa’Rahn’s armpit, the other around his thick chest. He stiffened his back and raised with his keens, trying to get some solid leverage to lift his massive brother. Sa’Rahn’s legs quivered like a drunkard, tightly holding onto Morley’s shoulders, fearful of falling again. “Mother’s Cubs you’re heavy!” Morley grunted when he had finally managed to return Sa’Rahn to his feet.
It took every drop of willpower Sa’Rahn had to steady his knees, attempting to stand on his own once more. Everything he did, every move he made; it was a trial just to lift his head or raise his hand even. His entire body felt like an invisible force was pulling on him from the inside, dragging him down to the ground. He eventually let go of his brother, much to Morley’s relief, gradually regaining some strength in his limbs. Head pounding, his chest felt constricted, it was still hard to breathe. “I’m-... I’m sorry, brother. I didn’t mean to-...”
“Forget it.” Morley cut him off, placing his hands on his hips with a huff, shaking his head in disappointment. The look in his glare guilted Sa’Rahn. He remained silent for a moment more, choosing his next words carefully. “Are you able to walk? Do you need to sit here a minute?”
“I… no. I think I can walk.” Sa’Rahn stammered, attempting to stand erect again. “It’s just… it’s hard for me to breathe a little.”
Morley considered his obese brother a moment, weighing out if he really wanted to pander to his listless needs. He declined, picking up his bag once more. “Right then, let’s get moving. The house should be just up the road, around the bend.”
While hopeful Morley would have allowed him a moment’s rest, he consented and lumbered alongside his brother. His joints ached, compacted with each step, especially his knees and ankles. He felt heavy all over, as if he was wearing a coat of cement. “Brother… could we… could you, not tell Mum and Dad about this?”
“Tell them what exactly?” Morley started to ask rhetorically, a resentful tone coating his voice. “That my brother collapsed on the road because he’s too fat?”
“... I don’t want them to worry about me.” Sa’Rahn pleaded.
Morley hesitated to respond, offering only a short grunt as an acquiesce. As they walked along the pathway, Sa’Rahn quickly surmised the silence between them was the best assurance he was going to get.
It didn’t take long before the dense tropical forest surrounding them began to thin out entirely. The ocean air progressively grew more tempered and humid as the vista quickly changed to that of a beachside front. The ground gradually shifted from dirt to fine yellowed sand as they neared the coast, soft grains eagerly finding their way between his toes and sticking to his matted fur. The gentle blue-green ocean tide waded a few hundred yards off to the side, Cait’s setting sun glistening across the low-riding waves as far as the eye could see. Although he was still having a bit of trouble maintaining his breath, and his joints continued to cry agony as he walked, the peaceful sight brought a calm over Sa’Rahn’s heart. It had been years since he had visited Cait, or his family; he had forgotten how beautiful his home was.
As the road opened up, Sa’Rahn and his brother approached an old-fashioned P'lereck'vosh home. Built directly into the coastline, the exposed front of the small single-story dwelling faced the beach behind them. Its roof and the majority of the structure was instead buried by the surrounding land; lush grass, bushes, even fully grown trees sprouted on top of the roof, coating walls as house had physically merged with the shore. An array of freshly used fishing nets was strewn to one side of the wide wooden porch, among other various fishing buckets and instruments too many to name.
The corners of Sa’Rahn’s mouth perked into a humbled grin as they drew closer; the hollow-thumping bellows of a rhythmic, slightly off-beat H'ruff drum filled the air, played by a familiar old man. Lounging on the porch, swaying slowly to the music in his sturdy rocking chair sat a elderly blond Caitian, happily striking the small bowl-shaped drums resting in his lap. “Still haven’t gotten the rhythm nailed down yet, have you?” Morley called out.
The old Caitian stopped playing, his long-furred ears peaked immediately upon recognizing his son’s voice. Looking out to the two of them approaching the house, a wide smile quickly grew across his round face. Placing the drums off to the side, he eagerly rose meet them. Their father, T’Ralf Luhar Noa’Tek, a near equally obese Caitian as his middle son, stood roughly a half-foot shorter than Sa’Rahn. He wore only an ornate emerald necklace and gold-braided torc around his soft neck, and a brightly colored blue and yellow sarong around his waist, leaving himself barechested, allowing his massive girth that could almost rival Sa’Rahn’s to hang exposed. While still mostly a sandly cream color, much of his fur had turned grey, especially around his face and chest. Albeit it only a few years since he saw him last, Sa’Rahn was surprised how much older his father looked. Had those bags under his eyes been there the time before? “Prre'mar! My sons!” He exclaimed excitedly, joyfully radiant with his arms opened wide as he drew up to meet them half-way. “L’Mara! Our sons have arrived!” He called back to the house.
Before he had a chance to react, T’Ralf had already embraced his eldest son, tightly wrapping his weighty arms around him, squeezing him against his belly. While appreciative of the affection, Morley remained a bit stiff. Upon drawing back, he firmly gripped Morley’s arms as if to hold him still, giving him a thorough looking over with a proud glimmer in his old blue eyes. “It is well to see you, my boy.” He affirmed.
“Good to see you too, Pa.” Morley returned.
“Hi Da-...” Just as quickly as he had embraced Morley, T’Ralf then turned with outstretched arms to Sa’Rahn before he could properly say hello.
Hugging him longer and even more tightly than he had Morley, T’Ralf gave his son a few sturdy pats on the back and rubbed his cheek with his own affectionately. “It has been many cycles, my son… It is good to see your face again!” As he finished speaking, Sa’Rahn noticed past his father, L’Mara, his mother, and his little brother, Leo exiting the house to greet them as well. “Ah, you look well my son! Just as healthy too! My heart is glad to see you haven’t changed at all.” T’Ralf added with a warm smile, giving the sides of Sa’Rahn’s belly a pat.
Hardly seconds after T’Ralf had let go did another familiar body latch on to Sa’Rahn. Dressed in a soft blue throw-dress highlighted with gold and silver, wearing a similar torc necklace around her throat, the portly older Caitian wrapped her arms around him tightly, giving him a nuzzle and kiss on his nose after. Her old tawny eyes looked lovingly into his own as she placed a hand to hold his cheek. “Prre'mar, my boy. I have missed you and your brother so!” L’Mara expressed, her voice shaking slightly.
Sa’Rahn felt his chubby cheeks squish up from the smile on his face, as he finally got a chance to reply to both of them, “Hi Mum, hi Dad. I’m… I’m really glad to see you again!”
“And us, you, my son.” L’Mara reassured him before turning to Morley, giving him the same greeting and affection Sa’Rahn had received, pulling down on his shoulder to reach him.
Tagging behind his mother stood a young male Caitian with greyish-brown fur and a sheepish smile, watching his family reunite, all the while holding his tail in his hands. The cub was remarkably thinner than the surrounding company, trim and fit, wearing only a patterned breechcloth to cover himself. Eyeing between his older brothers, mostly Sa’Rahn, the Caitian timidly raised a hand with a toothy smile, unsure how to react it seemed, “It’s good to see you, brothers!”
His heart adjusting to the jovial reunion, Sa’Rahn chuckled a little and opened his arms to his brother with a smile, “Leo! Everyone else has hugged me. C’mon little buddy, don’t leave me hanging.” Leo’s ears perked with an eager grin across his face as he rushed to hug him. Sa’Rahn felt himself blush, embarrassed; due his belly, his little brother was left unable to wrap his arms around him. Still, his tail wagging side-to-side, Leo was clearly happy to embrace his brother after so many years. “Wow, little buddy! You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you!”
“The Militia has been training me to be a scout! I’ve been rock climbing a lot!” Leo laughed a bit proudly. Looking over Sa’Rahn a bit nervously, he timidly added, “I.. I was wondering, if maybe you’d go climbing with me later? While you’re here?”
“Rock climbing? I… uh…” Sa’Rahn’s hesitated to provide an answer, his underlying fear of heights slowly taking a grip on him. He never managed scouting in the Militia well himself, in part due to his anxiety of falling, the other part due to his weight. Still though, the innocently hopeful look in his brother’s eyes persuaded him to put aside his worries. How bad could it be? “Eh, yeah. Ok, sure.”
“My sons! Come, we were just about to enjoy dinner! I’ve prepared more than enough for everyone. Leo, my boy, take your brother’s bag to his room, would you?” T’Ralf said warmly, motioning his family inside.
Sa'Rahn had forgotten the atmosphere of eating with his family. Cuisine among Noa'Teks had always been a large staple of their name. It had been years since he truly enjoyed a real Caitian home cooked meal. He had grown complacent to life on a starship, mess halls to come and go at will with replicators at every corner to fill any desire. Whenever he grew hungry or felt the need to satisfy himself, Sa'Rahn would have his fill and be done with it until the next craving, not paying as much mind to set times to day, let alone sharing that time with others often.
For the Noa'Teks, meals were more than just an opportunity to fill one’s stomach, but long spreads to enjoy a variety of food and the warm company of one another. It was his culture, he had missed it. T'Ralf was an exceptional cook, head chef of his family's personal restaurant too! Sa’Rahn’s mouth watered as he sat down to the family’s old carved table, the aromas of countless dishes filling his senses. His father had lain out enough to constitute a feast in preparation for his sons as guests that evening. Sa'Rahn knew, however pleasant, this would only serve as a hearty dinner among present company.
The majority of Caitians were carnivores at heart. While his waistline told the story of his extensive love of food from other races, especially Terran's, there was a soft place in Sa'Rahn's heart for Caitian cooking. He savored the flavor in his mouth as he licked the caramel-sweet spice sauce that coated his teeth like thick peanut butter. Its taste only enhanced the tender Nuris hide that had been grilled over an open fire. His ears and whiskers fell limp at the rich flavor in his mouth! It had been so long since he had real Cait-born food.
As he continued to enjoy dinner before him and catch up with his family, Sa'Rahn happened to notice his younger brother next to him watching him eat closely, as if studying him. He was attempting to keep pace even, scarfing down his plate, huffing for breath in-between swallows. Had Leo always eaten like this? Sa’Rahn couldn’t say for certain, it had been too many years since he was last around to make judgement. Leo was still young though; Sa’Rahn reasoned he must have been going through a growth spurt.
The sun in the sky slowly set over the ocean outside as the day came to its close. In-between full mouths they each donated their stories of the past and news to the table. Sa'Rahn, of course, was asked to share the most, telling much of “adventures” as an Starfleet Admiral. T'Ralf proudly recalled a recent fishing trip he and Leo had ventured where his son had reeled a whole pack of R'reels all on his own. Leo enthusiastically shared all the details of what he was learning in the Militia, and of his advancing rock climbing skills. The cub was far more talkative than Sa’Rahn remembered.
Closing his eyes, Sa'Rahn felt the strenuous years lift off his bare back until he was a mere 6-year-old cub again, thin and full of energy. He looked out the windows he wasn't tall enough to reach yet, the warm sun beaming through the murky glass panes, making intricate patterns on his light-brown fur. He and his brother made goofy faces at each other in an attempt to make the other laugh. The food that filled his senses reminded him of when his mother prepared breakfast each morning. How she would kiss him on the head and stroke his ears. His parents had always taken care of him. Looking back, he was amazed just how much they had done for him.
Piling his age back on, Sa'Rahn woke from his memories as he noticed his little brother next to him nauseously shove his fourth and final emptied plate away. Leo slumped in his seat, muffling a pained belch between shallows breaths. The fur on his forehead looked damp, glistening with sweat. L'Mara glanced over at her youngest son, concerned for him. "Leo, honey are you alright? Do you need anything?"
Leo placed a hand on his middle and waved her off. "No thank you, mum. I'm quite alright..." His tone dwindled. Lips pursed and eyes glazed over into blank staring; it was obvious he wasn't feeling well. Taking a small sip of water, he sat up cautiously. "May I be excused, please? I'd like to go lay down..." T'Ralf, mouth full, nodded to his youngest son, granting him permission to leave the table.
Sa'Rahn stopped chewing as his heart skipped a beat upon noticing his little brother's state as he stood up. The poor cub's stomach was noticeably engorged. He couldn't help but stare in shock; Leo was clearly in a great deal of pain, having trouble breathing even. As he pushed his chair out to leave, Leo turned to Sa'Rahn and said, "I-I’m sorry, brother. I’ve really been enjoying your company again. I hope you don't mind terribly if I leave?"
The hurt tone in his youthful voice concerned Sa'Rahn. Gulping down what was left in his jaws without a second thought, he nodded his head and answered, "No, no yeah... go ahead." Sa'Rahn felt uncomfortable with how his little brother offered only a soft, trembling "thank you" as he waddled off, as if it were all he could muster to say. His steps were shaky, unbalanced like a drunk. As soon as Leo was out of earshot, Sa'Rahn looked across the table to his parents, "What was that about?"
"Cub looked like he was about to hurl..." Morley added from the end of the table with a smirk.
"Morley, come on..." Sa'Rahn bantered, a bit offended by his brother's lack of empathy. "The poor cub ate himself sick! Why did he do that...?"
T'Ralf looked up at both his sons still at the table, then over in the direction Leo had retired. His head swayed slowly as he replied, "Oh, just give him some time, he'll be fine I’m sure. The boy just overdid it a bit is all."
“I guess…” Sa’Rahn mumbled, not particularly convinced.
“I believe I’ll follow behind little Leo there and turn in, myself…” Morley yawned, stretching his arms and leaning back, the old wooden chair creaking under his weight. He then shot an unamused frown at his younger brother. “Unlike you I’m sure, I actually had a fairly busy day prior to our leaving.” Sa’Rahn tried to ignore the comment, passively chewing what meat remained on a leftover bone from his plate. Giving his stomach a hearty pat with both hands as he rose, Morley added, “Thank you for supper, father. Just as good as always!”
“Morley, sweetie, could you check on your little brother before you rest? I’m sure a glass of cider would help him. Ask if he wants any, would you?” L’Mara requested as she stood from the table as well, reaching out to collect a few of the many dirty plates the family had left.
“Yes, Mum. Goodnight.” Morley replied as he left the dining room.
“Rest well, my son.” Finishing his own plate and wiping his mouth, T’Ralf also rose up, turning to his wife. “Let me help you with that, honey.”
Although more than full, Sa’Rahn continued consuming what he could manage of the feast, savoring every bite the delicious meal had to offer. He knew he would have numerous opportunities during his three weeks to enjoy his culture’s cuisine, but it had been so long. He wished to enjoy it a bit longer. All the while, he sat and watched as his parents cleaned the mess, plate by plate. Sa’Rahn felt guilty at first, he probably should have offered to help. Still though, he soon found himself enjoying the two of them interact. As she scrubbed the sticky dishes under running water, L’Mara would begin to hum an old Caitian melody. Between fetching plates and washing them alongside her, T’Ralf joined in, drumming his hands on his belly to the same beat he had before on his drums, humming too with a smile from ear-to-ear. His father would occasionally snatch the opportunity to nuzzle his wife’s cheek. T’Ralf had a happy spring in his step as he walked in time with the rhythm in his head, his doughy body bouncing along with it. Sa’Rahn silently grinned, his father had always been an optimistic and happy person. Old enough to reason past face value, he realized it must have helped his mother a great deal.
Watching the two of them enjoying each other over such a mundane task, Sa’Rahn couldn’t help but draw comparison back to him and Iris. He wondered if in the future they would still be like this. Happy with each other, even after so many years. He hoped so. The joy and contentment in his father’s blue eyes, the affection and thankfulness in his mother’s… he missed her already.
“My heart is glad to see time in the stars above has not changed you, my son.” T’Ralf stepped up to the now empty table, wiping his hands with a rag. “An Admiral in the Federation. You’ve accomplished more than most in this family, my son. You do your name proud… You make my heart proud.” T’Ralf sighed, looking over his son. Sa’Rahn lowered his ears, abashed by the undeserved praise. He had neglected to tell his family most of how he had acquired his rank and position in Starfleet. He hadn’t hidden it from them intentionally, but still. “Truthfully, now that all is quiet, I realize I have neglected to ask of you. Are you well, my son? What of your mate you speak of? I had hoped to see her at your side when you came.”
Sa’Rahn felt his throat close a bit, lacking the courage to explain her “condition” and house arrest to him. “We’re doing good! Good… um. She couldn’t make it this trip, I’m afraid. Sorry...”
T’Ralf waved him off. “All is well, my son. Perhaps next time. For now, I will retire for the evening. I will be hosting the restaurant when the sun rises. I trust you might stop by for a good meal. I promise I shall leave you no charge, ha ha!” He laughed, firmly patting Sa’Rahn on the shoulder as he passed. “Rest well, my son.”
“Goodnight, Dad.”
“It is getting late, sweetheart. I’m sure you have endured a long day.” L’Mara expressed as she walked into the dining room shortly behind her husband. Picking up the final dish Sa’Rahn still had, she added, “If you wish to retire as well, I’ve prepared your old room for you down the hall. Clean sheets and bedding.”
“Thanks Mum, I think I will actually… Are you not going to bed as well?” He asked, rising from the table finally and brushing himself off. He bared his teeth and cringed, wincing from the stinging pain in his joints and back. He had forgotten about it while sitting the past few hours.
“I will be joining your father shortly. I have yet to complete the most recent statements for the restaurant, however. A dull task, I assure you.”
“Dad has you doing the books?”
“Your father is a kind and loving man with many talents. A mindset for business is not among them.” She said with a slight grin. Gently pulling him down to her height, she kissed and nuzzled his cheek, stroking the fur behind his ear. “Goodnight sweetie, sleep well.”
“Thank you Mum, goodnight.” Sa’Rahn added, returning a light kiss on her greying forehead.
Sa’Rahn cracked his knuckles as he stretched his aching arms above his head, slowly lumbering down the narrow hallway adjacent to the dining room that led to his old bedroom. The worn wooden flooring creaked loudly under his weight with each step. Pausing by a familiar open door, he quietly peeked inside his little brother’s the darkened bedroom. Leo had already fallen fast asleep, sprawled out on top his covers on his bed. The poor cub. Sa’Rahn wondered why his little brother had made himself sick like that as he continued.
The numerous colored glass and wooden beads strung from the doorway that separated his own bedroom from the rest of the house tinkled like raindrops on fresh grass as Sa’Rahn gently pressed through them. Memories laid to rest long ago drifted through his thoughts as he slowly rubbed his hand along the old door frame. His mouth peaked to a gentle smile, feeling the coarse grain of the wood, the etches cut into it that used to measure his height when he was still a cub. The latest one reached up to a little more than chest level for him now; he must have grown out of using the method at a younger age than he remembered.
His bedroom hadn’t seemed to change much from how he remembered it, his mother had even kept the art and banners he used to have on the walls. Sa’Rahn’s chest expanded as he filled his lungs, sniffing the air like a dog as he dropped his pants and briefs, getting ready for bed. The aged musk of the room, the old and peeling beige paint, the wooly bed covers, all but his own scent remained.
The old bed’s wooden frame cried in agony as Sa’Rahn rest himself on its side. He heard something snap underneath. He hesitated to lay down, only now realizing he was at least a good 50 to 60 kilos heavier than when he last used the bed. Truthfully, he was fearful if it might collapse under him now! His father had built the frame by hand when he was still a cub; it was doubtful the old construct was intended to support the massive Caitian still. Despite the bed’s aching the entire time, Sa’Rahn let out a sigh of relief as finally he laid down on his back, resting his hands on his chest. It felt too small for him at this age. To be fair though, he reasoned, he had grown quite a lot since then. It felt strange lying in his old bed after so many years, foreign yet somehow familiar. It seemed it would hold him. For now, at least.
Rolling his head to the right, he couldn’t help but glance at the empty space next to him. As he listened to the calming silence of the encroaching night, he was reminded that he slept alone. His arm outstretched, he flexed his fingers, as if trying to grasp another memory.
He whimpered quietly, longing for Iris to be at his side. He wanted to feel her warm body against his as he cuddled her in his arms. He wanted to lean his head and smell her hair. Placing a hand on his middle, Sa’Rahn missed how she would rub his belly as he fell asleep. And despite how small she was, her light embrace gave him a comfort he needed. He’d grown accustomed to sharing his bed, having her as the last thing he would see before he slept, and the first thing he saw when he awoke. It gave him a sense of stability, of safety. But, he would get over her absence, he knew. For now, he would have to settle for a different type of security as he slept.
A relaxed yet strained sigh escaped his husky breath as he closed his eyes. Sa’Rahn felt more tired than usual, much to his confusion. His chest laid heavy upon him, splintering pain radiated through his temples to the backs of his ears. His arms and legs and spine ached as if he had run a marathon. He chalked it all up to the exhausting day he had endured; most of his days were far more sedentary. Regardless, he would enjoy relaxing on his shoreleave. He looked forward to the fishing trips with his father no doubt, eating at the family restaurant tomorrow, again after so long. And although it would no doubt exhaust him, he was even kind of looking forward to climbing with his little brother! Nothing would stop him. Sa’Rahn smiled a bit as he gradually drifted out of consciousness, allowing the strenuous efforts of the day and the food in his belly to put him to sleep.
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-To Be Continued...
From left to right: Morley (Sa'Rahn's older brother), L'Mara (mother), T'Ralf (father), Sa'Rahn, and Leo (Sa'Rahn's younger brother).
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After neglecting to visit for more years than he would care to admit, it's time Sa'Rahn reunited with his family back on Cait over his shoreleave!
This is the first (large) installment of this new mini-series following Aspirations. I hope you enjoy reading!
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Iris distractedly wrapped a lock of silky black hair between her fingers, her thin lips inching into a coy smile as she watched Sa'Rahn fumbling around his quarters in almost nothing but his fur. She sat lounging in his comfy padded chair in the corner, her feet kicked up on top his glass desk, careful of course not to disturb any of his haphazardly strewn about fleet-work. While was still packing, she had been skimming the latest issue of a Betazoid fashion catalog downloaded to the PADD she held, but the issue was still stuck on page 4. Obviously something far more enticing had her attention.
All the while, Sa'Rahn paid her no mind as he carefully examined himself in the full-length mirror against the wall. He planted his hands on his hips, turning a quarter each way, unsure of himself. Occasionally sucking in his stomach, believing he could hide his ample girth, only to be disheartened and let it all hang out again. A frown grew on his muzzle at the colorfully patterned loincloth between his legs before finally turning to Iris, "I don't know... what do you think of this one?"
She considered her love a moment, looking him over head to toe, tilting her head as if to see around him, finally grinning and answering, "I think it makes your butt look amazing."
Sa'Rahn threw his head back and dropped his arms in a huff, frustrated. "I need your help here! I'm being serious!" Glancing back into the mirror his ears drooped, disgusted with himself. "Why did I even try this one, it doesn't fit anymore..." Without finishing the sentence, Sa'Rahn had removed and tossed the loincloth off to the side, turning to his bed to select another article of traditional Caitian clothing to don.
"You're overthinking this." Iris spoke up, leaning slightly in her seat to catch a better view of his rear as he hunched over.
"I'm trying to-... It's been a while, ok." Sa'Rahn huffed, looking up at her as he pushed his legs through a loose pair of ankle-high pantaloons. "... And do you have to stare at me? You know I don't like being watched when I change."
"I thought you didn't like it when I watched you groom." She teased.
"I don't like that either..." He mumbled, fastening the back of the pants over his tail. Repeating himself yet again, he placed both his hands on his hips and faced his reflection, judging his appearance. He sighed dejectedly, adjusting his belly over the rim of the pants. Looking back at what was left of the remaining clothes, then back to the mirror, he added, "I guess this one will do... It breathes, it’s loose... the waistband still has some elastic in it that's not completely shot." He paused, running his hands over his stomach. "Besides, if my Dad's cooking, I'm sure I'm gonna need all the room I can get..."
"I like the colors." She added.
"Yeah..." Sa'Rahn only offered a less-than-convincing response in return, his mind distant with concerns of his appearance. His lips sneered as he placed both his hands on either side of his middle, squeezing the soft fat in his belly. Raising his head a bit, he frowned, troubled by the double chin he was growing; he was thankful his fur hid most of his jawline. "Cath sserrot, I've gotten so much fatter since last time... will they even recognize me...?"
Seeing him obsess, Iris shook her head gently as she laid the PADD she held on his desk and got up. Hearing her rise, he looked to her. "I think you should relax and enjoy your shoreleave." She reassured him, lightly taking hold of his hands and moving them along the sides of his waist with her own. "You're worrying too much. I'm sure your family will just be glad to see their cub home again."
Sa'Rahn hesitated to respond, not sharing her optimism presently, but nodded his head in acceptance. Glancing down at her, he momentarily lost himself in her purple eyes before saying, "I've told them about you, you know. About us." He half-grinned. "Dad really wants to meet you, cook for you too!"
"Oh? And what did you tell them?" Iris tugged playfully, knowing Sa'Rahn was holding back the complete truth of his statement.
Sa'Rahn's ears drooped and his whiskers quivered. He should have known she would see straight through him, but he tried to keep up appearance and avoid her probing. "I... I told them we were together! That you're my mate, my flower..." Even he wasn’t convinced by that line.
Iris' expression grew mildly more impatient with his runaround answers. Arching her head back she accused him, "You haven't told them about me have you? About where I'm from?"
He didn't want to admit it, but knew keeping it from her was pointless. Sa'Rahn looked down to the floor below, ashamed she had sleuthed him. "N-... no. I haven't." Ears flattened limp from guilt, he looked back into her eyes before adding, "I want to tell them! I just... Mom and Dad are so... they won't understand. And I want them to like you!"
What little frustration Iris had managed to muster throughout the excuse of an interrogation quickly faded as she saw the reasons she loved him. Arching up on her toes to reach, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek with a sigh. "I know you mean well, sweetie. But one day Cait will let me come with you on these trips. And when they do.."
"I know, I know..." Sa'Rahn mumbled. "I'm sorry. I'll find a way to tell them."
As if with intention of interrupting the tender moment, Sa'Rahn's combadge on the side-table next to his bed chirped, followed by a familiarly disgruntled male voice. "Counselor Shas'Olan to Admiral Fatso, your doctor asked me to remind you to visit him before you leave for Cait. Now."
Rolling his eyes with a grunt, Sa'Rahn departed from Iris' embrace and picked up his combadge. "Thank you, Jagara." He replied sarcastically into it.
"Why’don’cha get someone else to remember your appointments, ya fat shra. I'm not your flippin' secretary!" Jagara ensured to add one last complaint to the brief conversation before promptly ending it.
"Why does the doctor want to see you?" Iris asked, crossing her arms.
Sa'Rahn could detect the slightest hint of worry in her voice as she spoke, "No idea. I'm sure it's nothing. Probably just wants to bellyache about my diet again." Sa'Rahn thought for a moment, pondering what the doctor could possibly want this time as he pocketed his comm. "I don't have a lot of time before I meet Morley in the transporter room if I have to see the Doc first, I should probably get going."
As he finished speaking, Iris stepped over and embraced him, laying her head on his soft chest, her arms barely able to wrap around his middle. Careful not to squeeze her too tightly, Sa'Rahn hugged her back, nuzzling her forehead. "I'll miss you." She murmured, kissing his lips.
"I'll miss you too, flower." He kissed her in return.
The air of the Alpha-Caitian IV’s halls caused Sa'Rahn to shiver as he made his way to sickbay. It surprised him that he never noticed how frigid the life support was before. Then again, he didn't usually make a habit of gallivanting outside his quarters half-naked. Rather than needlessly changing into a uniform that fit just for a trivial doctor's call, he chose to remain in his Caitian apparel, bare-foot and bare-chested. Besides, he didn't feel like struggling to get his pants to button. Sa'Rahn hadn’t planned on bringing a uniform with him to Cait anyway, he wanted to leave everything Starfleet behind for this vacation; except for his combadge, in case Iris needed to reach him. While comfortable in his culture’s apparel, he didn't particularly care for the dozens of eyes brushing over him in the halls from the crew.
"This isn't going to take long is it, Doc?" Sa'Rahn groaned, a bit frustrated as he entered sickbay.
Doctor Marcus M'Tolli, a tall and lanky, hazelnut Caitian with a well-groomed, short mane glanced up from his desk. "Ah, Admiral I..." The doctor stammered, taken off guard upon noticing Sa'Rahn's lack of a uniform, let alone a shirt. Hesitating longer than he intended, the doctor continued, "I... wasn't expecting you to actually stop by, if I'm being honest. Eh, no this shouldn't take long at all. Please, have a seat."
Grunting beneath his breath, Sa'Rahn lumbered over to the nearest medical bed and sat, taking the moment to catch his breath. He despised visiting sickbay. "What's this about, Doc?" Sa'Rahn questioned, resting his hands in his lap.
"Yes, it's good to see you too, Admiral." M'Tolli snipped as he gathered his medical tricorder from his desk. Pacing up to Sa'Rahn he activated its scan, waving the device slowly over him. While the tricorder recorded details of Sa'Rahn's state of being, Marcus himself took the opportunity to eye over him in person as well. "I can see you haven't taken to the diet regimen I prescribed you last month.” Sa’Rahn ignored the comment. “I was told you were about to embark for shoreleave down on Cait?”
“Visiting family for a few weeks. It’s been a while since I saw them.” Sa’Rahn explained.
“How long has it been since you’ve been planetside anywhere?" M’Tolli questioned.
Sa'Rahn merely shrugged in response. "I dunno, why?"
"Well, Admiral, the body tends to acclimate to its surroundings, and-..." M'Tolli fumbled his words, his eyes narrowing as he read the tricorder’s results in his hand. "Your weight and blood pressure are both up from your last visit…” He sighed, closing the device. “I'm sure you intend to indulge in just about anything you can fit down your gullet while you're there, so I wanted to take this opportunity to check up on you, and give you your weekly Thiazene shot."
Sa'Rahn squirmed in his seat slightly as he watched the doctor fill a fresh hypospray with a vile of oily purple liquid. He was well aware that his waistline had grown since the promotion to his sedentary job as Admiral. While his weight didn't particularly bother him, Sa'Rahn was however mildly afraid of what effects it was having on his health lately. "You told me these shots were supposed to fix my blood pressure. How bad is it?"
"160 over 100. Please hold still." M'Tolli answered as he firmly pressed the injector of the hypospray into Sa'Rahn's soft neck. "And I never said these shots would resolve the issue, Admiral. All I can do is mitigate it."
Maybe it was just his imagination, but he could have sworn he felt the tepid medicine flowing through his veins around the injection site. Sa'Rahn rubbed his neck, trying to sooth the slight sting. "Are we done?"
"Not quite, there was one other topic I need to discuss with you, Admiral." M'tolli stated as he changed the head of the hypospray, refilling it with a thicker liquid that looked like blue-green melted zinc. "I'm concerned for your well being, Sir. My records tell me you've gained 7.2 kilos this year so far alone. I don't believe these shots aren't going to help for much longer at this rate. If you continue to refuse to manage your body mass, I believe it's time we upgrade your prescription to something more effective."
"... What do you mean?" Sa'Rahn asked, his voice a tad unsteady.
The doctor hesitated and took a breath, fully aware of the eggshells he was about to crush. He held up the re-filled hypospray in his fingers. "This is a batch of supplemental-medical nanites. Their function is to repair and strengthen of your cardiovascular arteries, and to eat away at excess fat cells. They're made of a nondurable silicon and magnesium, designed to dissolve in your bloodstream within a week with no trace left behind. I'd much rather tackle this problem in a different manner, but-..."
"No." Sa'Rahn firmly interrupted without hesitation.
"... I realize it's not commonly accepted among our kind, and that you've had issues with the practice in the past-..."
"I said NO!" Sa'Rahn interrupted again, nearly to the point of shouting.
M'Tolli rubbed the bridge of his snout; he knew beforehand he would need to argue with Sa'Rahn on the topic. It was for his own good though. "I understand your reluctance, Sir. But please try to understand, you're leaving me very few options. You know as well as I do the commonality of heart disease in Caitians by our nature alone. You're walking a dangerously thin line. It's only a matter of time until-..."
Sa'Rahn slammed his hands down on the medical bed, appearing more angered than he intended. Anxiety built up in his veins, he shut his eyes and took moment, trying to compose himself some before responding. Sliding his rump off the bed and standing on the floor with a heavy thud, he sternly answered, "You're not putting those THINGS inside me! Are we done?"
He fully expected the doctor to have one final rebuttal or plea to sway him, but much to his surprise, M'Tolli merely placed the hypospray back on the table from once it came. The dry look in his eyes revealed he had given up trying to change his mind. "I can't force you to take care of yourself, Admiral. Ultimately your health is your own choice. I can only hope you make the right one." Placing the medical tricorder he still had in his hand back on his clean desk, the doctor closed, "You're free to go. Enjoy your shoreleave, Admiral."
Unsure to be either relieved or guilted from the doctor's rebuke, Sa'Rahn kept his thoughts to himself. With a tug on his trousers, Sa'Rahn silently turned to leave.
A part of him that wanted to continue to argue, to prove his point and justify his fears rather than be silenced. The Alpha-Caitian IV was currently in orbit around Cait, where it would be for the next three weeks during his shoreleave. Sa’Rahn was scheduled to beam down to the surface, accompanied by his brother more than 15 minutes ago now. Of course he was running late because of the doctor’s overbearing antics. With the shake of his head he tried to press it out of his mind, he wanted to enjoy his vacation. A turbolift ride and a short walk later, Sa’Rahn slowed his pace to catch his breath again as he arrived at the transporter room. “I’m sorry I’m late Morley, I was… held up.”
Turning to the sound of his younger brother’s voice, the sandy-blond Caitian standing off to the side, also dressed in their culture’s apparel, spoke, “Admiral business in the mess hall I’m sure… It’s about time you showed up.” If presented with the two, anyone of another species would likely fail to see any semblance of family relations. Morley didn't look much like his younger brother. He was noticeably taller than Sa'Rahn and rather bulky, a lot of weight packed beneath his skin, toned from rigorous dieting and almost obsessive exercise. While strikingly thinner, he was still cursed with a noticeably doughy paunch and thick layer of fat that covered over him, despite his intense efforts. “The youngblood here’s been working on getting the transporters ready.” He explained, gesturing to the ensign in the corner behind her console. Morley’s face wrinkled into a grimace as he looked over Sa’Rahn. “Cath sserrot man, you could have at least worn a shirt to cover up that gut…”
“You realize you don’t have a whole lot of room to talk, right?” Sa’Rahn said with a smirk across his face, reaching out to poke his brother’s pot belly.
Startling him more than anything, Morley swifly smacked away Sa’Rahn’s hand, growling, “DON’T touch me like that! You know I hate that.”
“Oh come on Morley, have a sense of humor.” Sa’Rahn bantered, shaking his hand from the mild sting. His brother was always so serious with everything. Laughing a bit, he added, “That’s no way to treat an Admiral is it, Captain?”
“We’re both on shore leave. You don’t have your pips, and I don’t have mine. We’re just brothers right now.” Morley stated coldly.
“Jeez, fine…” Sa’Rahn grunted, giving up trying to tease with his brother. Noticing the shoulder-bag Morley was carrying, he asked, “Are we ready to go?”
The young charcoal-furred Caitian acting as transporter officer off to the side of the room finally spoke up, saying, “Yes Sir, I apologize for the delay. A relay coupling blew out earlier this morning, but engineering’s repaired it now. I was just going through diagnostics. Step on the pad whenever you’re ready.”
“C’mon, let’s go. Our parents are waiting for us.” Morley grumbled as he turned to leave.
Sa’Rahn wasn’t scared of transporters really, he never had been. That, however, didn’t make the physical experience any less surreal to him. He clenched his hands into tightly closed fists, the flabby muscles in his arms stiffly tensed. Believing it would for some reason enhance or preserve him in some meaningful way, he drew out an exaggeratedly long breath, attempting to expel all the air out of his lungs and stomach as the transporter officer began the energization. His whiskers quivered slightly as light of the transporter began to engulf his body. A sensation of what felt like cold air sifted through his brown fur. His skin tingled with goosebumps. He thought he felt his blood bubbling as his sight was stripped from him, and replaced with blinding white and blue light for an instant.
His eyes adjusting as if looking into the flash of a camera, as swiftly as it all had happened, so it ended. He shivered as cool and humid air rushed into his lungs. No longer on his sterile Starfleet ship, he and his brother now stood the middle of a lightly-trodden dirt road, surrounded by lush forest foliage on all sides. Green and varying shades of purple leaves loomed overhead and at their feet, providing a dizzying pattern of shadows cast from above, their thickness daring to encroach on the pathway like looming arms. The fine dirt and sand below rubbed beneath his bare feet. Small mammals and birds chirping through the trees and sky above, the not-so-distant ocean roaring into the breeze filled his senses. It took only moments to confirm he was indeed on Cait. He had missed it all. It was good to be home again.
Morley, seemingly unphased much by the return to their tropical home planet, adjusted his bag to be less cumbersome. Already starting to pace along the path some, he leaned his head over his shoulder to dictate, “Come now, brother. I’m sure Mum and Dad are waiting for us.”
“...” Sa’Rahn opened his mouth to remark on how unimpressed his brother sounded, but his voice escaped him. The initial awe of the beauty that surrounded quickly faded as Sa’Rahn rapidly lost his breath. His expression shifted to a state of panic quickly as he realized he was unable to breathe! His limbs started quake, his back suddenly screamed in pain as if his spine was going to snap. His front, his overhanging stomach felt excruciatingly heavy in front of him suddenly, like a massive weight was pulling on him! His legs buckled under him without warning, collapsing him to the ground, almost striking his face against the dirt! “Mor-...!” He managed to choke out, gasping for air.
Morley stared at his brother on the ground, almost amused at first, believing Sa’Rahn had merely tripped over his own feet clumsily. It took only a few seconds before he realized his younger brother was suffering dearly! Dropping his bag to the ground without a second thought, Morley rushed to Sa’Rahn’s aid, kneeling at his side! “Brother! Brother, what’s wrong!?”
Regaining a decent portion of his breath again, his whole body shivering, Sa’Rahn wheezed, “I… I can’t stand up... Morley, help me please, I can’t stand up...”
“What do you mean you can’t stand up?” Morley questioned.
“I mean I can’t stand up!” Sa’Rahn snapped at his brother, yelling so loud he managed to scare away a number of little creatures hiding away in the bushes. He paused to regain himself, regretting shouting at Morley immediately. “I’m sorry… Can you please help me get up? I can’t-... I feel like… I feel like I’m being pulled down? Or something.”
Morley let out a disgruntled snort as he wrapped one arm under Sa’Rahn’s armpit, the other around his thick chest. He stiffened his back and raised with his keens, trying to get some solid leverage to lift his massive brother. Sa’Rahn’s legs quivered like a drunkard, tightly holding onto Morley’s shoulders, fearful of falling again. “Mother’s Cubs you’re heavy!” Morley grunted when he had finally managed to return Sa’Rahn to his feet.
It took every drop of willpower Sa’Rahn had to steady his knees, attempting to stand on his own once more. Everything he did, every move he made; it was a trial just to lift his head or raise his hand even. His entire body felt like an invisible force was pulling on him from the inside, dragging him down to the ground. He eventually let go of his brother, much to Morley’s relief, gradually regaining some strength in his limbs. Head pounding, his chest felt constricted, it was still hard to breathe. “I’m-... I’m sorry, brother. I didn’t mean to-...”
“Forget it.” Morley cut him off, placing his hands on his hips with a huff, shaking his head in disappointment. The look in his glare guilted Sa’Rahn. He remained silent for a moment more, choosing his next words carefully. “Are you able to walk? Do you need to sit here a minute?”
“I… no. I think I can walk.” Sa’Rahn stammered, attempting to stand erect again. “It’s just… it’s hard for me to breathe a little.”
Morley considered his obese brother a moment, weighing out if he really wanted to pander to his listless needs. He declined, picking up his bag once more. “Right then, let’s get moving. The house should be just up the road, around the bend.”
While hopeful Morley would have allowed him a moment’s rest, he consented and lumbered alongside his brother. His joints ached, compacted with each step, especially his knees and ankles. He felt heavy all over, as if he was wearing a coat of cement. “Brother… could we… could you, not tell Mum and Dad about this?”
“Tell them what exactly?” Morley started to ask rhetorically, a resentful tone coating his voice. “That my brother collapsed on the road because he’s too fat?”
“... I don’t want them to worry about me.” Sa’Rahn pleaded.
Morley hesitated to respond, offering only a short grunt as an acquiesce. As they walked along the pathway, Sa’Rahn quickly surmised the silence between them was the best assurance he was going to get.
It didn’t take long before the dense tropical forest surrounding them began to thin out entirely. The ocean air progressively grew more tempered and humid as the vista quickly changed to that of a beachside front. The ground gradually shifted from dirt to fine yellowed sand as they neared the coast, soft grains eagerly finding their way between his toes and sticking to his matted fur. The gentle blue-green ocean tide waded a few hundred yards off to the side, Cait’s setting sun glistening across the low-riding waves as far as the eye could see. Although he was still having a bit of trouble maintaining his breath, and his joints continued to cry agony as he walked, the peaceful sight brought a calm over Sa’Rahn’s heart. It had been years since he had visited Cait, or his family; he had forgotten how beautiful his home was.
As the road opened up, Sa’Rahn and his brother approached an old-fashioned P'lereck'vosh home. Built directly into the coastline, the exposed front of the small single-story dwelling faced the beach behind them. Its roof and the majority of the structure was instead buried by the surrounding land; lush grass, bushes, even fully grown trees sprouted on top of the roof, coating walls as house had physically merged with the shore. An array of freshly used fishing nets was strewn to one side of the wide wooden porch, among other various fishing buckets and instruments too many to name.
The corners of Sa’Rahn’s mouth perked into a humbled grin as they drew closer; the hollow-thumping bellows of a rhythmic, slightly off-beat H'ruff drum filled the air, played by a familiar old man. Lounging on the porch, swaying slowly to the music in his sturdy rocking chair sat a elderly blond Caitian, happily striking the small bowl-shaped drums resting in his lap. “Still haven’t gotten the rhythm nailed down yet, have you?” Morley called out.
The old Caitian stopped playing, his long-furred ears peaked immediately upon recognizing his son’s voice. Looking out to the two of them approaching the house, a wide smile quickly grew across his round face. Placing the drums off to the side, he eagerly rose meet them. Their father, T’Ralf Luhar Noa’Tek, a near equally obese Caitian as his middle son, stood roughly a half-foot shorter than Sa’Rahn. He wore only an ornate emerald necklace and gold-braided torc around his soft neck, and a brightly colored blue and yellow sarong around his waist, leaving himself barechested, allowing his massive girth that could almost rival Sa’Rahn’s to hang exposed. While still mostly a sandly cream color, much of his fur had turned grey, especially around his face and chest. Albeit it only a few years since he saw him last, Sa’Rahn was surprised how much older his father looked. Had those bags under his eyes been there the time before? “Prre'mar! My sons!” He exclaimed excitedly, joyfully radiant with his arms opened wide as he drew up to meet them half-way. “L’Mara! Our sons have arrived!” He called back to the house.
Before he had a chance to react, T’Ralf had already embraced his eldest son, tightly wrapping his weighty arms around him, squeezing him against his belly. While appreciative of the affection, Morley remained a bit stiff. Upon drawing back, he firmly gripped Morley’s arms as if to hold him still, giving him a thorough looking over with a proud glimmer in his old blue eyes. “It is well to see you, my boy.” He affirmed.
“Good to see you too, Pa.” Morley returned.
“Hi Da-...” Just as quickly as he had embraced Morley, T’Ralf then turned with outstretched arms to Sa’Rahn before he could properly say hello.
Hugging him longer and even more tightly than he had Morley, T’Ralf gave his son a few sturdy pats on the back and rubbed his cheek with his own affectionately. “It has been many cycles, my son… It is good to see your face again!” As he finished speaking, Sa’Rahn noticed past his father, L’Mara, his mother, and his little brother, Leo exiting the house to greet them as well. “Ah, you look well my son! Just as healthy too! My heart is glad to see you haven’t changed at all.” T’Ralf added with a warm smile, giving the sides of Sa’Rahn’s belly a pat.
Hardly seconds after T’Ralf had let go did another familiar body latch on to Sa’Rahn. Dressed in a soft blue throw-dress highlighted with gold and silver, wearing a similar torc necklace around her throat, the portly older Caitian wrapped her arms around him tightly, giving him a nuzzle and kiss on his nose after. Her old tawny eyes looked lovingly into his own as she placed a hand to hold his cheek. “Prre'mar, my boy. I have missed you and your brother so!” L’Mara expressed, her voice shaking slightly.
Sa’Rahn felt his chubby cheeks squish up from the smile on his face, as he finally got a chance to reply to both of them, “Hi Mum, hi Dad. I’m… I’m really glad to see you again!”
“And us, you, my son.” L’Mara reassured him before turning to Morley, giving him the same greeting and affection Sa’Rahn had received, pulling down on his shoulder to reach him.
Tagging behind his mother stood a young male Caitian with greyish-brown fur and a sheepish smile, watching his family reunite, all the while holding his tail in his hands. The cub was remarkably thinner than the surrounding company, trim and fit, wearing only a patterned breechcloth to cover himself. Eyeing between his older brothers, mostly Sa’Rahn, the Caitian timidly raised a hand with a toothy smile, unsure how to react it seemed, “It’s good to see you, brothers!”
His heart adjusting to the jovial reunion, Sa’Rahn chuckled a little and opened his arms to his brother with a smile, “Leo! Everyone else has hugged me. C’mon little buddy, don’t leave me hanging.” Leo’s ears perked with an eager grin across his face as he rushed to hug him. Sa’Rahn felt himself blush, embarrassed; due his belly, his little brother was left unable to wrap his arms around him. Still, his tail wagging side-to-side, Leo was clearly happy to embrace his brother after so many years. “Wow, little buddy! You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you!”
“The Militia has been training me to be a scout! I’ve been rock climbing a lot!” Leo laughed a bit proudly. Looking over Sa’Rahn a bit nervously, he timidly added, “I.. I was wondering, if maybe you’d go climbing with me later? While you’re here?”
“Rock climbing? I… uh…” Sa’Rahn’s hesitated to provide an answer, his underlying fear of heights slowly taking a grip on him. He never managed scouting in the Militia well himself, in part due to his anxiety of falling, the other part due to his weight. Still though, the innocently hopeful look in his brother’s eyes persuaded him to put aside his worries. How bad could it be? “Eh, yeah. Ok, sure.”
“My sons! Come, we were just about to enjoy dinner! I’ve prepared more than enough for everyone. Leo, my boy, take your brother’s bag to his room, would you?” T’Ralf said warmly, motioning his family inside.
Sa'Rahn had forgotten the atmosphere of eating with his family. Cuisine among Noa'Teks had always been a large staple of their name. It had been years since he truly enjoyed a real Caitian home cooked meal. He had grown complacent to life on a starship, mess halls to come and go at will with replicators at every corner to fill any desire. Whenever he grew hungry or felt the need to satisfy himself, Sa'Rahn would have his fill and be done with it until the next craving, not paying as much mind to set times to day, let alone sharing that time with others often.
For the Noa'Teks, meals were more than just an opportunity to fill one’s stomach, but long spreads to enjoy a variety of food and the warm company of one another. It was his culture, he had missed it. T'Ralf was an exceptional cook, head chef of his family's personal restaurant too! Sa’Rahn’s mouth watered as he sat down to the family’s old carved table, the aromas of countless dishes filling his senses. His father had lain out enough to constitute a feast in preparation for his sons as guests that evening. Sa'Rahn knew, however pleasant, this would only serve as a hearty dinner among present company.
The majority of Caitians were carnivores at heart. While his waistline told the story of his extensive love of food from other races, especially Terran's, there was a soft place in Sa'Rahn's heart for Caitian cooking. He savored the flavor in his mouth as he licked the caramel-sweet spice sauce that coated his teeth like thick peanut butter. Its taste only enhanced the tender Nuris hide that had been grilled over an open fire. His ears and whiskers fell limp at the rich flavor in his mouth! It had been so long since he had real Cait-born food.
As he continued to enjoy dinner before him and catch up with his family, Sa'Rahn happened to notice his younger brother next to him watching him eat closely, as if studying him. He was attempting to keep pace even, scarfing down his plate, huffing for breath in-between swallows. Had Leo always eaten like this? Sa’Rahn couldn’t say for certain, it had been too many years since he was last around to make judgement. Leo was still young though; Sa’Rahn reasoned he must have been going through a growth spurt.
The sun in the sky slowly set over the ocean outside as the day came to its close. In-between full mouths they each donated their stories of the past and news to the table. Sa'Rahn, of course, was asked to share the most, telling much of “adventures” as an Starfleet Admiral. T'Ralf proudly recalled a recent fishing trip he and Leo had ventured where his son had reeled a whole pack of R'reels all on his own. Leo enthusiastically shared all the details of what he was learning in the Militia, and of his advancing rock climbing skills. The cub was far more talkative than Sa’Rahn remembered.
Closing his eyes, Sa'Rahn felt the strenuous years lift off his bare back until he was a mere 6-year-old cub again, thin and full of energy. He looked out the windows he wasn't tall enough to reach yet, the warm sun beaming through the murky glass panes, making intricate patterns on his light-brown fur. He and his brother made goofy faces at each other in an attempt to make the other laugh. The food that filled his senses reminded him of when his mother prepared breakfast each morning. How she would kiss him on the head and stroke his ears. His parents had always taken care of him. Looking back, he was amazed just how much they had done for him.
Piling his age back on, Sa'Rahn woke from his memories as he noticed his little brother next to him nauseously shove his fourth and final emptied plate away. Leo slumped in his seat, muffling a pained belch between shallows breaths. The fur on his forehead looked damp, glistening with sweat. L'Mara glanced over at her youngest son, concerned for him. "Leo, honey are you alright? Do you need anything?"
Leo placed a hand on his middle and waved her off. "No thank you, mum. I'm quite alright..." His tone dwindled. Lips pursed and eyes glazed over into blank staring; it was obvious he wasn't feeling well. Taking a small sip of water, he sat up cautiously. "May I be excused, please? I'd like to go lay down..." T'Ralf, mouth full, nodded to his youngest son, granting him permission to leave the table.
Sa'Rahn stopped chewing as his heart skipped a beat upon noticing his little brother's state as he stood up. The poor cub's stomach was noticeably engorged. He couldn't help but stare in shock; Leo was clearly in a great deal of pain, having trouble breathing even. As he pushed his chair out to leave, Leo turned to Sa'Rahn and said, "I-I’m sorry, brother. I’ve really been enjoying your company again. I hope you don't mind terribly if I leave?"
The hurt tone in his youthful voice concerned Sa'Rahn. Gulping down what was left in his jaws without a second thought, he nodded his head and answered, "No, no yeah... go ahead." Sa'Rahn felt uncomfortable with how his little brother offered only a soft, trembling "thank you" as he waddled off, as if it were all he could muster to say. His steps were shaky, unbalanced like a drunk. As soon as Leo was out of earshot, Sa'Rahn looked across the table to his parents, "What was that about?"
"Cub looked like he was about to hurl..." Morley added from the end of the table with a smirk.
"Morley, come on..." Sa'Rahn bantered, a bit offended by his brother's lack of empathy. "The poor cub ate himself sick! Why did he do that...?"
T'Ralf looked up at both his sons still at the table, then over in the direction Leo had retired. His head swayed slowly as he replied, "Oh, just give him some time, he'll be fine I’m sure. The boy just overdid it a bit is all."
“I guess…” Sa’Rahn mumbled, not particularly convinced.
“I believe I’ll follow behind little Leo there and turn in, myself…” Morley yawned, stretching his arms and leaning back, the old wooden chair creaking under his weight. He then shot an unamused frown at his younger brother. “Unlike you I’m sure, I actually had a fairly busy day prior to our leaving.” Sa’Rahn tried to ignore the comment, passively chewing what meat remained on a leftover bone from his plate. Giving his stomach a hearty pat with both hands as he rose, Morley added, “Thank you for supper, father. Just as good as always!”
“Morley, sweetie, could you check on your little brother before you rest? I’m sure a glass of cider would help him. Ask if he wants any, would you?” L’Mara requested as she stood from the table as well, reaching out to collect a few of the many dirty plates the family had left.
“Yes, Mum. Goodnight.” Morley replied as he left the dining room.
“Rest well, my son.” Finishing his own plate and wiping his mouth, T’Ralf also rose up, turning to his wife. “Let me help you with that, honey.”
Although more than full, Sa’Rahn continued consuming what he could manage of the feast, savoring every bite the delicious meal had to offer. He knew he would have numerous opportunities during his three weeks to enjoy his culture’s cuisine, but it had been so long. He wished to enjoy it a bit longer. All the while, he sat and watched as his parents cleaned the mess, plate by plate. Sa’Rahn felt guilty at first, he probably should have offered to help. Still though, he soon found himself enjoying the two of them interact. As she scrubbed the sticky dishes under running water, L’Mara would begin to hum an old Caitian melody. Between fetching plates and washing them alongside her, T’Ralf joined in, drumming his hands on his belly to the same beat he had before on his drums, humming too with a smile from ear-to-ear. His father would occasionally snatch the opportunity to nuzzle his wife’s cheek. T’Ralf had a happy spring in his step as he walked in time with the rhythm in his head, his doughy body bouncing along with it. Sa’Rahn silently grinned, his father had always been an optimistic and happy person. Old enough to reason past face value, he realized it must have helped his mother a great deal.
Watching the two of them enjoying each other over such a mundane task, Sa’Rahn couldn’t help but draw comparison back to him and Iris. He wondered if in the future they would still be like this. Happy with each other, even after so many years. He hoped so. The joy and contentment in his father’s blue eyes, the affection and thankfulness in his mother’s… he missed her already.
“My heart is glad to see time in the stars above has not changed you, my son.” T’Ralf stepped up to the now empty table, wiping his hands with a rag. “An Admiral in the Federation. You’ve accomplished more than most in this family, my son. You do your name proud… You make my heart proud.” T’Ralf sighed, looking over his son. Sa’Rahn lowered his ears, abashed by the undeserved praise. He had neglected to tell his family most of how he had acquired his rank and position in Starfleet. He hadn’t hidden it from them intentionally, but still. “Truthfully, now that all is quiet, I realize I have neglected to ask of you. Are you well, my son? What of your mate you speak of? I had hoped to see her at your side when you came.”
Sa’Rahn felt his throat close a bit, lacking the courage to explain her “condition” and house arrest to him. “We’re doing good! Good… um. She couldn’t make it this trip, I’m afraid. Sorry...”
T’Ralf waved him off. “All is well, my son. Perhaps next time. For now, I will retire for the evening. I will be hosting the restaurant when the sun rises. I trust you might stop by for a good meal. I promise I shall leave you no charge, ha ha!” He laughed, firmly patting Sa’Rahn on the shoulder as he passed. “Rest well, my son.”
“Goodnight, Dad.”
“It is getting late, sweetheart. I’m sure you have endured a long day.” L’Mara expressed as she walked into the dining room shortly behind her husband. Picking up the final dish Sa’Rahn still had, she added, “If you wish to retire as well, I’ve prepared your old room for you down the hall. Clean sheets and bedding.”
“Thanks Mum, I think I will actually… Are you not going to bed as well?” He asked, rising from the table finally and brushing himself off. He bared his teeth and cringed, wincing from the stinging pain in his joints and back. He had forgotten about it while sitting the past few hours.
“I will be joining your father shortly. I have yet to complete the most recent statements for the restaurant, however. A dull task, I assure you.”
“Dad has you doing the books?”
“Your father is a kind and loving man with many talents. A mindset for business is not among them.” She said with a slight grin. Gently pulling him down to her height, she kissed and nuzzled his cheek, stroking the fur behind his ear. “Goodnight sweetie, sleep well.”
“Thank you Mum, goodnight.” Sa’Rahn added, returning a light kiss on her greying forehead.
Sa’Rahn cracked his knuckles as he stretched his aching arms above his head, slowly lumbering down the narrow hallway adjacent to the dining room that led to his old bedroom. The worn wooden flooring creaked loudly under his weight with each step. Pausing by a familiar open door, he quietly peeked inside his little brother’s the darkened bedroom. Leo had already fallen fast asleep, sprawled out on top his covers on his bed. The poor cub. Sa’Rahn wondered why his little brother had made himself sick like that as he continued.
The numerous colored glass and wooden beads strung from the doorway that separated his own bedroom from the rest of the house tinkled like raindrops on fresh grass as Sa’Rahn gently pressed through them. Memories laid to rest long ago drifted through his thoughts as he slowly rubbed his hand along the old door frame. His mouth peaked to a gentle smile, feeling the coarse grain of the wood, the etches cut into it that used to measure his height when he was still a cub. The latest one reached up to a little more than chest level for him now; he must have grown out of using the method at a younger age than he remembered.
His bedroom hadn’t seemed to change much from how he remembered it, his mother had even kept the art and banners he used to have on the walls. Sa’Rahn’s chest expanded as he filled his lungs, sniffing the air like a dog as he dropped his pants and briefs, getting ready for bed. The aged musk of the room, the old and peeling beige paint, the wooly bed covers, all but his own scent remained.
The old bed’s wooden frame cried in agony as Sa’Rahn rest himself on its side. He heard something snap underneath. He hesitated to lay down, only now realizing he was at least a good 50 to 60 kilos heavier than when he last used the bed. Truthfully, he was fearful if it might collapse under him now! His father had built the frame by hand when he was still a cub; it was doubtful the old construct was intended to support the massive Caitian still. Despite the bed’s aching the entire time, Sa’Rahn let out a sigh of relief as finally he laid down on his back, resting his hands on his chest. It felt too small for him at this age. To be fair though, he reasoned, he had grown quite a lot since then. It felt strange lying in his old bed after so many years, foreign yet somehow familiar. It seemed it would hold him. For now, at least.
Rolling his head to the right, he couldn’t help but glance at the empty space next to him. As he listened to the calming silence of the encroaching night, he was reminded that he slept alone. His arm outstretched, he flexed his fingers, as if trying to grasp another memory.
He whimpered quietly, longing for Iris to be at his side. He wanted to feel her warm body against his as he cuddled her in his arms. He wanted to lean his head and smell her hair. Placing a hand on his middle, Sa’Rahn missed how she would rub his belly as he fell asleep. And despite how small she was, her light embrace gave him a comfort he needed. He’d grown accustomed to sharing his bed, having her as the last thing he would see before he slept, and the first thing he saw when he awoke. It gave him a sense of stability, of safety. But, he would get over her absence, he knew. For now, he would have to settle for a different type of security as he slept.
A relaxed yet strained sigh escaped his husky breath as he closed his eyes. Sa’Rahn felt more tired than usual, much to his confusion. His chest laid heavy upon him, splintering pain radiated through his temples to the backs of his ears. His arms and legs and spine ached as if he had run a marathon. He chalked it all up to the exhausting day he had endured; most of his days were far more sedentary. Regardless, he would enjoy relaxing on his shoreleave. He looked forward to the fishing trips with his father no doubt, eating at the family restaurant tomorrow, again after so long. And although it would no doubt exhaust him, he was even kind of looking forward to climbing with his little brother! Nothing would stop him. Sa’Rahn smiled a bit as he gradually drifted out of consciousness, allowing the strenuous efforts of the day and the food in his belly to put him to sleep.
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-To Be Continued...
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