Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2011 15:31:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Chaos Wolf <chaoswolf04@yahoo.com>
Subject: All American Kitsune Chapter 6

Disclaimer: The following is an erotic story of a homosexual nature. Please
do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where you live to do
so. Remember to think smart to play smart. Use protection. This is the
continuation of the All American Kitsune series. If this sounds like
something you want to read, be my guest and read. If it is not, go back and
look for another story to read.

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All American Kitsune Chapter 6

I looked at the humanoid tiger squatting before me and I asked, "Denzel?"
The tiger looked back at me and lifted his goggles up to his forehead. He
turned off the stereo, stood up and said, "That's me, but I usually go by
the nickname Zel because I believe it to sound more futuristic that way and
I think it suits me. Welcome. Betcha weren't expecting a six foot tall
tiger, huh?" He washed his hands in the little sink, dried them off and
shook my hand. I replied, "No not really, but thanks uh...Zel." He said,
"Come, let me show you around." They had two garages. One was a regular
garage and the other Zel had made into a workshop. Following him around it,
I saw his workshop from all angles, but I was interested what he had been
working on. He noticed my interested and quipped, "That's my newest
project. I'm building a robotic spider." He went to a nearby desk and held
up a diagram. "This is what it's supposed to look like in the end, but I'm
only halfway done. I haven't even started to program anything yet. That's
going to be the hard part. I need to program the movement of each
individual leg among other features. That's not even taking into account
the remote I'm going to need." He let out a puff of frustrated air. "I
think it'll take me another six months to complete, but I think it'll be
well worth it in the end though." I asked, "What's it supposed to do?" Zel
answered, "Err, I haven't decided yet what it'll do primarily, but I'm
programming a few things in so it can be multipurpose. See?" He handed me a
notebook in which he charted his progress. The beginning listed his goal to
build the robotic spider and a list of features Zel wanted in order of
preference, but from what I could tell, it was going to be a portable
multimedia device. He said smiling, "It's going to be a while before the
hot dogs are done. Hope you don't mind?" I smiled back, "Not at all." He
looked at me with dreamy tiger eyes and said, "All right. Now you can see
me at my craft." He turned the stereo back on, lowered his goggles, and
bent back down to continue working on the spider robot. I didn't know what
I was supposed to do. Was I supposed to help? For a while it seemed that he
forgot I was even there, but every now and then he'd look back at me, whip
sweat from his striped brow, casually smile, and continue working. Maybe he
liked the company. I shrugged my shoulders as I looked down at his
twitching tail poking out of his shorts. I gazed at it fondly as well as
the butt it was attached to.

A panel lit on the wall, but Zel didn't see it. I tapped him lightly on the
shoulder. He looked up and said, "Thanks." He turned off the stereo and
approached it. He pressed the button and said, "Yes?" A man's voice came
out, the voice of the same man who greeted me. He said, "Denzel, the hot
dogs are ready. You and your guest may come to the breakfast nook." The
tiger teen turned off the machines and turned off the light. "Tyler told me
you can change anytime, right?" I nodded, "Yea, I even wore my customized
shorts." He smiled, "No need to be shy. Go ahead and change if you want
to. The staff's pretty used to me. You'd be no different." "Well, when you
put it that way", I mused. I changed form and Zel looked at me from head to
toe. "Not bad, not bad at all. Just like Matt Tyler." He put his arm around
me and said, "Come on, let's go eat." We entered through the back door and
entered a spacious kitchen; it was twice the size of mine. Zel said, "All
beef wieners with chili made from scratch; none of the canned stuff. Sure
it would be quicker, but good things come to those who wait."

On the counter, there were lots of ingredients. Me, I just use chili,
cheese, diced onion with mustard and ketchup on mine. I put some frito
chips on my plate next to the hot dogs and sat across from Zel. He asked,
"So tell me, how long have you been like that?" I replied, "About six
weeks. I woke up looking like this. It gave me quite a fright. Luckily, I
was the only one home at the time. You?" Zel said, "I've had this condition
since I was born. It's quite an interesting story. Would you like to hear
it?" I nodded, "Sure." He said, "It happened before I even existed. My
family owns Blake Developments Inc and its affiliates. My father, Rowan
Blake, was in charge of revitalizing an old neighborhood. Most of the
houses had been demolished because they were hazards and the rest were in
poor condition. To revitalize it would mean to destroy the remaining
properties. He said that it was sad because the neighborhood used to be
quite nice sixty years ago. As the years passed, the properties became
forgotten as families moved on. There was a neighborhood meeting about the
revitalization and it was open to the public. Some of the remaining
residents chose to attend to voice their opinion against this. This woman
cried out `You are persecuting us. It's the same story all over again." She
cried and cried, but not too loud though. The other residents comforted the
old lady. She then stopped crying, stood up and looked at her friends. She
told them, `I'm fine. Don't worry about me.' She then glowered at my
father, pointed at him and sneered, `You too will succumb to sadness and
shame.' She then turned her nose up like she smelled something putrid, took
her handbag and stormed off. My father was no stranger to situations like
this and calmly moved on with the presentation showing what the revitalized
neighborhood would look like with town homes, boutiques, restaurants, and
more. My mom was pregnant with me at the time. My parents got more than
they bargained for when I was born."

I listened with enormous interest. When would he deliver the punch line? "I
was born as you see me, smaller obviously. The old woman's words came back
to haunt my father. My father has a sharp and quick mind. He managed to
spin the situation to block the truth and called it a publicity stunt. I
still have the tabloid article about it `Construction mogul's wife gives
birth to tiger boy' and it's filled with the real pictures. Only those in
the maternity ward knew the truth. Everyone else thought it was faked
because of the cover up. Soon it was discovered that I could go back and
forth between forms. All like this or all human; it was all entirely by
choice. The drawback was that I didn't have many friends when I was
younger. Father was afraid of my secret getting out, but once I knew how to
control it and knew about the dangers, I made friends. So, is it the same
way with you?"

I shook my head, "Nope. I can change any part of me. The Saturday after my
change, I actually went to Riverside Plaza perfectly human except for my
perfectly real fox tail poking out of my ass." He was surprised and
hysterically laughed, "I wish I could do that. I can't change without my
entire body changing. The only time I get to go out like this is on
Halloween. I wear different costumes on top, but people still wonder why I
dress up as a tiger each year. I simply tell them I love tigers." I told
him that I was in fox form on Halloween taking the son of my father's
friend out to get candy.

We then talked about our extracurricular activities. I could have told him
what activity I did the most, playing with the bodies of my friends Terry
and Zack, but I didn't know what his response would be to that, so I told
him, "I'm on my school's wrestling team." He nodded and asked, "How does it
feel to wear a singlet? Kinda revealing, isn't it?" I chuckled, "Yes, but
you get used to it. I'm comfortable being in snug clothes like that." He
looked at me from head to do. I think he was trying to imagine me in my
green wrestling outfit. I took out my phone and showed him pictures of me
in the singlet. Blushing, my dick started to inflate, pushing against my
zipper.

I said to distract my boner, "So, what do you do in your spare time." He
said, "Besides building robots, I'm into fencing. Frazer Prep has a fencing
club. I wish it was a real team so we could compete, but for a variety of
reasons, we don't do actual fencing. We just watch videos and learn about
the equipment. I go to the university where they have a class for young
people to fence for real. Most people from the club attend this class, but
there're some who don't go to Frazier. For example, there's this one guy
who keeps to himself, doesn't say much. His ethnicity was hard to
pinpoint. What was his name again?" He closed his eyes, lost in trying to
remember. "I think his dad's an important person at the museum. His dad
went to my school. I think his name was something arry." My eyes lit up,
"Terry Arcadia?" He said, "Yes. That's the guy, you know him?" I said,
"Sure. He goes to my school. He's one of my best friends, but I had no idea
he was did fencing." Why didn't I know? Maybe it never came up in
discussion, but I think Terry would have said that he fenced, wouldn't he?
"Is he any good?" Zel laughed so loudly, it resembled a roar. "Any Good?
Our teacher Reynaldo Cooper says that he's a natural. It's like it's in his
blood. He probably should even be in the advanced class. However, your
friend wants to continue being in our class despite his skill. He likes to
downplay that he's better at fencing than the rest of the class. Our
teacher though will take him aside from time to time and even have him
assist present the lesson."

That sounded like Terry all right. The boy who doesn't like drawing
attention to himself, but attention is drawn to anyway. We finished lunch
and headed back to the workshop. Denzel said, "Maybe you should drop
by. The public's welcome to watch our lessons, but not many people show
up. People think it's outdated or something. As for me, I think it has an
aura of distinction and refinement. I may not be the best in the class, but
I still try."

As we entered the workshop, I told him, "I wasn't any good when I first
started wresting. I kept getting pinned. I just wasn't quick enough, but
time passed and I got better." He nodded and quickly glanced at me before
resuming work on the robot. A thought entered into my mind. The way he'd
been looking at me since I got here made me wonder about his sexuality. It
was a nervous look, a look that said that he desired to express himself,
but was shy about it. Did he want to fool around or something? I was
nervous to ask myself. What if my imagination was getting the best of me
and I was seeing things that weren't really there? I decided to go for it.

"Uh, Zel?" The tiger teen turned off the machine and turned around and
asked, "Yea?" Okay this is it, I thought to myself. I asked in the kindest
voice, "You look like you want to ask me something. It's okay. You can
ask." He put the screwdriver down and got up, "So, you noticed? You seem so
nice and friendly so I didn't want to ruin anything. I wasn't sure if I
should ask. I've, uh, never done anything with another guy. I've thought
about doing things with boys in my class, but I'm afraid to ask." I asked,
"And you'd like to do something with me? What would you like?" He said,
"Kiss, but as humans." I said, "Okay." He went to the garage door and
pressed a button to make it lower. As it lowered, his black strips grew
lighter and became the same color as the orange stripes which then
progressed to a light brown color. The muzzle shrunk back to a human face
and claws receded into human finger tips. I saw the human Denzel before
me. I finished reverting back to my human almost at the same time. I
thought he was quite good looking. I pulled him to the old sofa in the
corner, put my arms around him and planted my lips onto his. He didn't
waste any time eagerly thrusting his tongue in my mouth. What he lacked in
experience, he made up for in eagerness. We kissed for several minutes
while groping each others crotches before I broke it and asked, "Did you
enjoy it?" He exclaimed, "Wow that was incredible. I have let this thing
out. I'm getting cramped in there." He unzipped his jeans, freeing his
raging hardon. I reached out and wrapped my right hand around it, slowly
stroking it. He looked down at my hand around his member. He sighed in
delight as I continued to pump him up and down. If that was his reaction
now, what would it be once I got it in my mouth? I lowered my mouth towards
his member and he gasped as my lips gripped his glans, "Oh, man. I didn't
think you were going to suck my dick. You didn't have to, but geez, that
feels so good." He placed his arm across my back, his held tilted up with
his eyes closed in bliss. Zel hardly moved as I got to work on him. I
looked up at him from time to time and he looked down at me and my Asian
face, smiling. He started thrusting faster and moaning louder. "Oh, I'm
gonna shoot. I can't hold it anymore." He clutched the sides of my head as
he fired his tasty cum onto my face. The small rivulets of teen semen ran
down my face and any that got near my mouth was licked up by my tongue. He
then pulled my face to his and kissed me again, obtaining a taste of his
own juice. He reached for my crotch and asked, "Can I try?" I smiled, "Go
for it." He unzipped my pants, fidgeted with my briefs and hauled out my
Japanese meat. He looked at it closely examining its rigidness and its
shape.

Zel wasn't sure how to start, but he dove in. This was his first time
looking at a cock this closely and wanted to savor every moment. He grabbed
me and pulled back my foreskin. His tongue extended and flicked my slit. He
looked up to see if he was doing well. He held onto my butt with one hand
and stroked my member with his other. He took more and more into his mouth
until he was at the base.  Denzel then moved on to play with my balls. He
was doing well for his first time. Then again, I didn't think it'd take a
genius to suck cock. I tensed up and ejaculated down his throat. His face
assumed a surprised look as I shot my load into him. He swallowed every bit
and took me out of his mouth. He leaned back on the sofa and sighed, "Wow!
That was awesome." I sat next to him and said, "I tend to think the same
way. It feels so good to have a dick in your mouth." My new friend looked
at the clock above and said, "Well, it's getting late." Denzel went to the
door opener and pressed the button to raise it, before it got above our
heads, he sneaked a quick peck on my cheek. I bid him good-bye and we said
we would keep in touch with each other.

I made it home at a good time. Dad and Kazu had just returned from the DMV
and Mom was making dinner. Dad asked, "Have fun?" He had no idea of what
kind of fun. I simply replied, "Sure thing Dad." Kazu looked at me there
and there was a part of me that believed that he could tell what type of
fun I had because he smirked with his usual mischievous grin. We had
grilled shrimp with bowtie pasta.

A couple of hours passed when the doorbell rang. I heard my Mom yell up the
stairs, "Daisuke, visitor." I was startled. Who would be at my house at
this time and day? I walked briskly down the stairs and saw Terry waiting
for me. He had a bewildered look to him. I wasn't surprised. He had been
acting strange since yesterday. He walked up the stairs and we headed to my
room. Kazu's head peeked out of his room and he was eager to learn the
identity of my visitor. Terry didn't catch my cousin's lustful gaze
thankfully on the way to our room.

I closed the door and said, "Well what brings you here to my place? Here to
pick up your ring?" He reached out for it and held it in his hands for
awhile, but he said, "Not yet." He looked at the window and looked back at
me. I asked, "Aw, come on Terry, what's the matter? You acted spooked
yesterday. You gave me your ring and left without another word. If you can
trust me with your secret about your wings and I can trust you with me
being a kitsune, you can tell me about this. Please. What's the matter" He
paused for a minute, and then looked at me "All right. I'll tell you, but
this is something that we can't tell Zack. He is only human. I don't want
him to get hurt. Remember those two strange men?" I remembered them and I
nodded in acknowledgment. He said, "I think those men are like me." My eyes
got wide, "How so?" Terry said, "I've never heard it spoken before, but
from what the Professor has told me, it's the language of my people." I
replied, "What would they be doing here?" Terry said, "I know I panicked,
but if you knew what I know, you would be terrified too."

He grabbed my attention and not in the good way. "It happened 15 years ago,
when I was a baby. My adoptive parents told me what happened. They visited
the observatory one night. On this night, they were on the long trip home
because the observatory is in the middle of nowhere. The skies got
dark. Thunder boomed and lightning flashed. It was an incredible storm, but
there was no rain. There was a fantastic flash and my parents nearly ran
over this teenager. This teenager had white wings from his back and he was
carrying a baby." I said, "It was you?" Terry nodded and continued, "This
guy was hurt badly like he was in a battle or something. My mom was very
saddened to see him like that. My dad tried talking to him and was somewhat
able to talk to him which is why he taught me Greek. It was the logical
thing to do because if I ever do come across those of my kind, I need to be
able to speak to them. There'll be gaps and inconsistencies though. It's
like comparing French with Italian.

"They wanted to take him to a hospital, but he knew he was dying and simply
requested a quiet place. Besides, where could my parents taken him looking
like that? So my parents took him home to spend his final moments in
peace. You know, he never gave my parents his name or mine. All he used for
identification was that they were the children of Icarus and that the
Arcadia bloodline flowed in me. Before he died, he gave my father the ring
and said that it was for me. This guy said that my other parents had been
slain in the battle. It belonged to my father, my other father who was king
of our people."

My eyes got wide, "You're a prince!" He motioned, "Hey, keep it down." I
became quiet. He said, "There were questions of course. Who was this guy?
How did he get these injuries? Where were my parents and how did he get
here? These questions could have caused problems, but my father's name
intervened and we were left alone with little trouble. They buried him in
the family plot and since then, the Carmichaels have raised me as one of
their own." It was a sad story. I never knew. He said, "This guy wore
strange garb. The Professor took them to a colleague of his and they
collaborated and produced a facsimile of what they thought it was supposed
to look."

He went to the window and looked outside and upward towards the sky. I got
up and asked, "What about the fencing lessons?" He looked at me in
surprise. He asked, "How did you know?" I answered, "I met someone who
takes fencing classes at the university. Why didn't you tell me?" He
blushed, "Well, there aren't many teenage boys who fence." I smiled, "There
not many teenage boys with wings, are there?" I patted his back at the area
that would have been between his wings if he had them out. He chuckled,
"You got me on that one. See I was supposed to attend Frazer Prep like my
Dad, but he wanted me to attend a regular school. Anyhow, I didn't know why
he had me take the lessons or why he taught me Greek, but last night after
I got home, my parents told me the whole story. They even gave me a sword
that had been passed down as an heirloom for over two hundred years ever
since my dad's ancestor found it after a freak storm exactly like 15 years
ago, exactly like a short time ago. And you know what the strangest thing
was? On the sword's hilt was the exact same winged serpent and lettering as
on my ring."

It was a lot to absorb in such a short amount of time. I handed the ring
back to him. He didn't accept it. He said, "No Matt. Not now. Not until I
discover if those that are here are allies or enemies. You can change form
and manipulate fire. All I can do is sprout wings and fly.  I think you
would be able better guard the ring." I said, "But it's yours. It is not
mine to have." He shed a tear and sadly said, "I know. I know. I should get
going. I don't want my parents to worry about me. I'll see you on Monday."
I showed him out the door.

My parents didn't say anything as I headed back to my room. So that was
Terry's story. He was an orphaned prince. The cruel machinations of war had
brought him into our lives and it was my duty as a friend to help as best
as I could. I held my hand palm up before me and produced a split second
fireball and then snuffed it out with my fingers. I placed the ring on my
finger and hoped Terry knew what he was doing. A couple of hours later I
went to sleep.

A couple of days passed and I never let the ring out of my sight. That
Monday morning, I met up with Zack and Terry in the school's parking lot at
the end of the day. Zack saw me wearing Terry's ring and asked, "Daisuke,
why ya wearing Terry's ring?" Terry said, "I gave it to him for
safekeeping." Zack combed through his blond hair with his fingers and
asked, "Safekeeping? I don't understand."

Terry and I changed our mind and at lunch, we told him and he was just as
stunned. He said, "I can kinda see why you gave it to him. I wish we knew
who these people of yours were. It'd help a lot. If only we could catch
them off guard like in wrestling." It sounded nice, but in reality, it
could prove far trickier. I didn't want to sound boastful, but I was
probably the best suited among the three of us to thwart the mysterious
threat.

As we left for the day and headed to the parking lot to our respective
vehicles, Terry stopped in his tracks. Zack and I turned around and I said,
"Ter, time to go home. Terry?" He was looking in the sky intently as if
searching among the clouds. Zack asked, "Whatcha looking at?" Terry asked,
"Don't you see it?" Zack looked up and shielded his eyes from the powerful
sun. "I don't see anything" he remarked. Terry said, "It's not there
anymore. What about you Daisuke?" All I saw was an area of the clouds that
were slightly distorted like looking at things underwater. I said, "I just
see clouds bud. Slightly blurry clouds, but still clouds." Terry sighed,
"You're probably right. It's been a long trying day and I could have
imagined it."

Terry kept his quiet watch, gazing at the skies during both the day and
night. He told me that he was doing so and was afraid he was going
cuckoo. I didn't think it was healthy to preoccupy his mind with this
because it was getting to be the holiday season and didn't want him to be
unhappy during this time. He appreciated my kindness and was grateful for
it. Zack cheered him up with his usual goofball antics. He would try his
hand at making voices and resulted in Terry smiling. He still didn't ask
for his ring back though.

The morning of Thanksgiving, I was sleeping very peacefully. Terry was on
my mind a lot and I was dreaming of him which was of me flying with him. My
alarm snatched me from my pleasure. Wait a minute. Am I still dreaming? Why
was my bed all the way down there? I rubbed my eyes and realizing that this
was no dream, my body collapsed on the bed. I bounced off it and landed on
the floor on my ass.

Kazu was the first on the scene. The only clothing he had on was a pair of
gym shorts. He was very alarmed and he asked, "What happened? Did you hurt
yourself?" My parents were soon there as well. I hadn't moved anywhere and
I looked up at them. I declared, "I'm all right. I'm all right. Crazy as it
is, I was floating in the air and when I realized where my body was, down
my body went."

My dad wasn't too entirely convinced and checked to make sure that nothing
was broken. He may be a vet, but the theory is the same. He looked at us
and said, "Nothing broken thank God." I got up and stretched and moved
about. Nothing hurt except my ego. There's little more embarrassing than
being half naked with your butt on the floor looking up at your older
cousin and parents.

When my parents weren't home, I tested this new ability with Kazu as a
cheerleader. I was suspicious of what floating in the air meant and
consulted the book that Grandma gave me. It said that kitsune were capable
of flying. Wasn't that why I was floating above my bed? I was dreaming of
flying with Terry. With nowhere to go, hadn't I just been stuck in neutral,
so to speak? I couldn't go anywhere because it was daytime, but it seemed
like I could fly. Each night that I could spare the time, I practiced a
little bit. I decided that it definitely needed more practice than
generating fire. If I didn't do this right, I'd plummet to my doom. I
didn't tell Zack or Terry about this new ability because I wanted to have
decently mastered it before I showed it to them in private.

Each and every day ticked like a heart beat. My urges frequently called out
to me and I would touch myself and gaze at my stiff manhood as my foreskin
moved back and forth over the head ever since I found what pleasure the
thing between my legs could bring. However, self pleasure can only go so
far, especially when there was a willing participant close by. My parents
are heavy sleepers when its dark and it takes a lot to wake them up because
of that. Still, I kept quiet going about the house at those hours. I had
told my cousin about my dream ability. I told him that I could visit the
dream of others and manipulate them if I wanted. Dreams were just as clear
as memories with the exception of being fancier and less realistic.

What I'd do is close my eyes and search out among those sleeping close
by. The world of the sleepers was one great void of nothingness. Each
sleeping mind was a swirling galaxy and each varied in color, shape and
size just like real galaxies. The variation was based on the individual of
the sleeper so that no two were exactly the same. In time, I had learned
whose galaxy was whose because they were recognizable just like faces. All
I had to do was reach out and touch the galaxy of the one I wanted to
contact.

Once I entered Kazu's mind, I would let him know that I was going to pay a
visit and he needed to wake up. Occasionally, he wouldn't want to wake up
and preferred an intense wet dream like the time when we were two centaur
stallions. He loved horses and it was one of his favorites. In it, I played
the role of a young inexperienced centaur who ended up was lost in the
forest while setting out into the world on his own for the first time. Kazu
the centaur was to find me while I was bathing in the river. Sometimes it
was morning or the middle of the afternoon. He would come up to me and
introduce himself. We would go galloping all over the nearby plains and
sometimes one thing would lead to another. I'd wake up the next morning
with my briefs very sticky from all the nighttime action.

Ah yes, the action. Since I was the dream's conductor, I could make the
dream quite real which was the way Kazu wanted it. Anything harmful was
still as false as an illusion because there'd be nothing more painful than
waking up with a broken leg; a dark miracle. I could run my hands all over
my bare firm torso on down to the area where human met horse on down to the
area between my lone two legs if I was still human. There'd be nothing
there except for the firm musculature of forelegs covered in bristly black
horsehair. Aroused, I could feel the heaviness of my grapefruit sized nuts
and my engorged equine cock. In the reflection of the water, I marveled at
the inhuman size, shape, and inhuman coloring of it. Quite different from
my manhood when in kitsune form and when I ejaculated in this form, I
spurted out copious amounts of semen.

This time he said that he was going to wake up so we could have fun in
reality. I crept from my room and entered Kazu's room. He lay on the bed
and was propped against the pillows with the sheets neatly folded over the
sides of the bed. He wore only his briefs and his legs were spread
wide. His hand rubbed his front and as he looked at me while I stood at the
foot of the bed, he called out in Japanese simply, "Rub your hands all over
your body. Slowly."

As my hands roamed all over my body, I saw his dick harden and stretch the
fabric of his briefs. Fully hard, he crawled off the bed and approached
me. He whispered into my ear, "Cousin. Let me take your clothes off." I
stood there while he peeled my garments off slowly and by the time he got
to my underwear, I was in the same shape. Very erect. He led me by my hand
to his bed. I climbed onto it and got on top of him. As my rear settled
upon his crotch, he grinded onto me and he massaged my buns with his gentle
hands. I reached forward grabbed Kazu's face and stuck my tongue into his
mouth. He soothingly pushed me off of him, stroked the base of my spine and
asked, "Grow it." My fox tail needed no further prodding and it spouted out
from my rear like a noisemaker. He then felt my ears and asked me to
exchange them for something furrier. He rubbed and rubbed as they became
more triangular, as reddish fur grew on the backs, as they moved along my
head to the top, as my hair took on the same reddish orange coloring.

A couple of weeks later and it had reached December. On the first Friday,
it snowed. In Texas along the coast, the snow is pretty much dandruff. On
this day, it was at levels unheard of for a couple of generations catching
us of guard and everyone was bundled up in so many layers. I didn't need to
wear so many because I could grow fox fur and then make it go away once I
got inside. While the snow mystified and could distract us. The teachers
had the blinds closed so we wouldn't be distracted. After school, Zack,
Terry, and I took pictures of each other and we took a group picture in the
frosted memorial garden. After everything that had been happening over the
past couple of months, the feeling of innocence was refreshing.

Christmas vacation soon arrived and my friends and I headed our separate
ways. It was the only time that we truly were separated. Zack spent the
entire break traveling from one place to another to spread Christmas
cheer. Terry spent most of his time being taken along to various holiday
soirees. During the time since I discovered I could fly, I kept it secret,
but I couldn't keep it hidden anymore since I was becoming well versed.

I opened my window and making sure the latch was completely undone, I
carefully lowered it. I tested it to make sure that I'd be able to get back
inside. I kept my keys zipped in my jacket though just in case. Looking to
the left and to the right, I pushed off the ledge with my feet.

Across the sky, I zipped along at great speeds. I had never seen Terry fly,
but I suspected that he couldn't travel at these speeds because he used
wings while my kitsune aura propelled me forward.

I made it to his house and knocked on his window. Nothing. I peered inside
and it was dark inside. Was he asleep? I felt out for his sleeping mind and
found no dozing presence. I looked at the window closer. It was open a slim
bit like mine at home. I wasn't about to climb into his house if he wasn't
in. That'd be wrong. I refocused my eyes to make out the details of the
dark room. The bed was unoccupied. His parents were in the house
sleeping. Where was he? I fingered his ring on my finger, trying to make
sense of this. The answer came quickly to me. He was at Lincoln High. I was
sure of it. I turned around and backtracked. Faster and faster I went to
make up time. Quickly I flew across the clear winter sky.

I made it to the school. I spotted Terry on the roof. It looked like he was
waiting. I moved closer, but still a respectful distance away. He was
clothed in apparel that I had never seen before. Was this the clothing he
had mentioned that night several weeks ago? I also noted a sword in a
sheath that was tied around his belt. He had his wings unfurled and he was
gazing at the sky in silent vigil.

I came down for a landing. Terry heard me and he looked back at me. His
eyes were wide. "How did you get here?" he asked. I answered, "I flew." He
flapped his wings and said, "Like this?" I shook my head and said,
"No. Like this." I then hovered a foot off the roof. He said, "Oh, like a
superhero?" I said, "In a manner of speaking." He nodded and looked away
and looked back at the sky. I asked, "What are you doing here?" He replied,
"I've had these dreams lately. I can't describe them, but if I could, I
would say that I was living a different life in them. I see people I don't
recognize, but I know nonetheless. Places that are unfamiliar, but whose
roads I have traversed before. Remember that time some weeks back when I
thought I saw something in the clouds?" I remembered that we had dismissed
it as imaginings. I answered, "I seem to recall them looking murky like
looking at things in the water." He smiled gingerly "I woke up because
something inside told me to come here dressed like this. To be honest, it
didn't feel weird putting them on. It was like a sense of belonging."

I went down stairs and quietly opened up the cabinet where my father
displayed the sword and then took out the scabbard that was made for it. I
placed the sword in and flew here after writing a note for you and
Zack. I've been waiting here for about half an hour, but I don't know why
though. I could have left already. I hadn't expected to see you." Something
in his tone made me feel awful and I asked, "Are you sorry to see me?" He
looked at my eyes with a tender gleam. He came forward and embraced me. His
wings enveloped me as he rested his head against my chest and gently said,
"No. Not at all." He let go and said, "It's time to go. I was going to go
by myself, but since you're here, I'd like it if you come with me." I
asked, "Go with you where?" Mixed emotions swirled within me. He raised his
arm and pointed. I followed his finger as it rose higher and higher.

His finger then stopped and I looked at what he was pointing out. Nestled
in the sky beneath the light of the full moon was a little house whose
edifice bore much in common with ancient Greek architecture. "There."

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