"What do you want?"
Buddi asked as Timmy walked into the room,
"It sure is a shame that
Ursa's going to take one of the girls with her.”
"She is not!" Buddi
said, trying to keep his temper.
"Then why do you think
she's been avoiding you, and paying attention to the babies instead?"
"I know Ursa wouldn't do
something like that; for one thing THOSE babies would be in the wrong timeline
and the other is… URSA'S MINE!"
"Not for long."
Timmy said, in a slight singing voice. Timmy's eyes caught sight of Buddi's
flute.
"Oh, you play with girls’
things now?"
"IT IS NOT A GIRLS
THING!!" Buddi snarled, with clenched teeth. He made fists but kept them
to his sides, trying to not lose the little bit of his temper that he had.
Getting up, Buddi walked out of the room.
"There you are; I want
you to train for a bit." Buddi growled and walked past Ursa as if he
hadn't heard her.
"Buddi!" She called to him. As he paid no attention she
stormed over to him as fast as she could and called to him again.
"Buddi Barbic, I'm
speaking to you." Still nothing, but this time she noted the anger in his
eyes then just let him go. But she did want to know what was going on.
Ursa watched as Buddi
starting punching a tree with all his strength. The more she shouted to him,
the angrier he got. She walked up and wrapped her arms around him, pinning his
arms to his body.
"Buddi Timba Barbic, that’s
enough." She told him sternly. "How many times have I told you not to
use your full strength when getting your anger out?" He never answered her,
as she looked over the new bruises on his hands. Some of them had managed to
become blood filled already.
"It’s nothing, Gum Mijit!" Ursa's hand didn't waste anytime connecting
with his face.
"Just because you’re angry
doesn't give you the right to curse." Buddi rolled his eyes then got up to
leave, leaving Ursa speechless, alone, and worried.