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 All American Kitsune. 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.
All American Kitsune Chapter 3
It was Saturday afternoon. In the morning, Zack and Terry went home shortly after breakfast. Grandma came over to check up on me to see how I was doing. She quietly observed me change from being human to being a humanoid fox. She then asked, "Have you gone beyond that?"
I knew I looked stupid when I asked, "Gone beyond?" She said, "Gone beyond to become a full fox, Daisuke. Oh, I had a feeling about this. That is why I got you this." She reached into the bag and pulled out a book. It was all in Japanese, but when you are around it as much as me, I could read it easily. She said, "The instant I found out about you, I ordered this as soon as I could. The books here weren't to my liking so I got this from Japan." I skimmed through the book. It seemed to be a book about Japanese folklore detailing all kinds of mythological creatures from the kappa to oni to what I was, a kitsune. The book even had all of the well-known Japanese fairy tales. She said, "It's difficult to know what a real kitsune like you is capable of and what is purely fiction, but I thought this would help." I thanked her for the book. True, it was another book, just another to add to my collection, but it was one of the very few non-manga books that was in Japanese. She gave me a hug and told me that she loved me and headed home.
I headed upstairs still in fox mode to start reading. As I lay on my bed to start to read the book, I glanced at the calendar. I jumped from my bed. Was I seeing things right? I skimmed it over. Yes, there was today. This coming Friday's Halloween. Then I saw what was listed for Saturday. Could it be that soon? In the space for that day was written "Pick up Kazu."
My distant cousin, Hirokazu Nogura, recently graduated high school and was enrolling here in this city at one of our colleges to start his studies in the spring semester. His parents realized after signing that the college was in our city. Like I said, we met them some years ago. They didn't have our address, but found us eventually. Our parents corresponded with each other and came up with the idea for him to live with us for those roughly two months to ease him into living here in America rather than having all coming at once when he got to the university. His last letter to me said that he looked forward to seeing me and getting to know me better. With it, he attached a recent picture of him in his baseball uniform. He was shortstop for the Sharks, his high school team. According to him, he's a great player and according to the last letter, it seemed that he was intent on trying out for the university team.
Kazu was like a cicada, doing certain things at particular times in the year. During baseball season, he pretty much focused on just that. Other times of the year, it was kendo. He also volunteered at a nearby Shinto shrine regularly doing odd jobs, but mainly to greet visitors. It wasn't as big or as famous as some others, but that didn't bother him. Why should it?
It was nice that the spare room was just that, a room that's just there. I knew what would be happening today and tomorrow, getting ready. A knock at the door. Speaking of which.
My dad was at the door. He said, "Let's get the spare room ready." I said, "All right." I abandoned the book and followed him across the hall. The spare room used to be my room when I was just a baby because it was closer to my parents' room than the one I am in currently. To be honest it hadn't really been used as a place to live in since then.
We spent the next couple of hours clearing out the closet and taking the stuff to the attic. We also washed the sheets and polishing the furniture. This was all to make an extreme effort to make the room alive. We even left the entirety of the rest of today and all of tomorrow to give the room a painting which it never had in years.
By the end of the weekend, I was grateful that all that cleaning was behind me. My dad talked with me Sunday night before bed, the furry me and said, "Kazu doesn't know about this. I know it's a part of you and I love you regardless, but you have to be human while he's here."
I was pretty much let down about that. One part of me knew my father was right. Kazu was on my father's side of the family, a distant relation, and wouldn't know the truth about me. The other part of me felt I would be denying what I was. Then an idea hit me. It wouldn't be like he would be in my room with me and he'd only see me with my clothes on. I reclined in the plush chair that sits in the corner where I like to read and began to think of Kazu. I rubbed the front of my jeans, thinking of my distant cousin all decked out in his baseball uniform. I especially thought of those nice and snug baseball pants. I thought of him walking in them and the way the material moved over his ass and his cup. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out. I looked at it as my hand slowly moved entranced by the way my foreskin slid back and forth over the glans. Sometimes I'll just want to cum as quickly as possible. Then there will be times when I want to take it nice and prolong the pleasure. Forward and back it went like the tide. I repositioned myself. I knew what was going to happen. Soon my balls clenched. I opened my mouth to catch the thick cream shooting. I was positioned in a great spot to catch most of it. I licked my mouth and swallowed my load.
As I put my manhood back inside, I thought of something Zack once told me. He said he wished that he was uncut like me. What can I possibly say to that? I said, "Be thankful it works and hey, at least it's bigger than mine." While mine is almost 6 and a half inches, Zack's was longer by an inch. Plus his nuts were larger than mine.
I took off my clothes to get ready for bed. I probably shouldn't have bothered zipping up. Oh well. I brushed my teeth and climbed into bed entering a deep sleep, dreaming of Kazu all naked holding my equally naked body sleeping together in the same bed, his crotch grinding into my butt.
I woke up, scratching my head and yawning, ready to start the day. That's when I remembered the dream. Where did that come from? I knew Kazu was hot, but he was my cousin. Shouldn't it be weird to consider such a thing? Then again it was just a dream, just the meaningless ramblings of the unconscious. Besides, it was unlikely that it would happen. Thinking about it did get me horny again though. I slipped my hand into my underwear and stroked my dick as I walked to the bathroom to take a bath.
On Wednesday, our school had our weekly matchup against another school's wrestling team. We headed back to Lincoln after an easy win to change our clothes and head home after a nice shower. Zack and I were the first ones back in the locker room. There was a gleam of naughtiness in my best friend's eyes. He took my hand and pulled me close to him. I was alarmed. What if someone saw us? His hand kneaded the front of my singlet before slipping inside to stroke my cock tenderly. I giggled, "Let go, you goober. Do you want to be caught like this in here?" He let me go and said, "Yea, you're right. We can continue this later." Luckily, we had ourselves calmed enough before any of our teammates saw us sporting boners.
We all had a nice shower and we prepared to go home. Zack and I headed out wearing sweatpants. We held our duffle bags in one hand and the other's shoulder with the other hand as we made our way to his jeep.
Sometime later, he stopped the jeep on a seldom visited side street. For a second, I wondered why he stopped, but it didn't take me long to know why. He moved his hand downward and started to feel himself, feeling the material over his manhood looking at me dreamily. He tilted his head, beckoning me to come close to him. I scooted next to him and placed my hand inside the pants and started to stroke his cock. He reached over and started doing the same to me. I pulled his sweats down and took him into my mouth as I stroked faster and faster. Zack pleaded, "Oh, oh. That's it. Get me off Daisuke. Milk my huge nuts, bro." I wouldn't be much of a friend if I didn't make him feel good. I kept at it and eventually his moaning got louder. He put his right hand on my head and fondly stroked it and my back. His body tensed up and thick jizz shot into my mouth. I sucked all I could out of him and squeezed the tip to make sure I got it all. I picked my head back up and said contently, "Yum." He looked at me and said, "No let's deal with you."
He slipped his hand inside and began to fondle me. That turned on, it didn't take me long to burst. A small wet spot appeared on the front as he pumped faster and faster. He alternated his action. With one hand he tugged on my balls and then he was right back to pumping my meat. I was moaning, moaning dirty words in Japanese. While English is my first language, sometimes I'll just naturally spout in Japanese words, just like I would spew Japanese jizz soon. While Zack had no idea what I was saying, it was a turn on for him. I went rigid and the wet spot grew and grew as my dick throbbed and throbbed. He took out his cum coated fingers and licked them clean. Zack then pulled my face close to his and drove his tongue into my mouth. We passionately kissed each other for several minutes before he said, "Well, let's get going before our parents worry."
I didn't get home too late for my parents to worry. My dad asked, "How did it go?" I giggled, "We won easily. No problem." I walked up the stairs to my room. Sure, no problem. I still had enough energy to fool around a bit with my best friend.
It soon reached Friday, good ole Halloween. I put on my Tetsuo costume and walked across the street to Zack's house. I was about the ring the doorbell when Zack opened the door already fully dressed in his costume saying, "Saw you coming across. You really did use styling gel." I replied, "Well, I had to find the littlest bottle I could because I can't get my hair to stand up the way it is normally. You dyed your hair I see." He laughed, "Well, it was kinda trippy for me to see my reflection in the mirror with black hair." I laughed back, "Nothing beats seeing a fox's head in the morning where a human's should be.". We got into his jeep and headed to school.
Halloween at Lincoln High for years has been relatively easy. Teachers know we're focus on the costumes and the festivities. We meet in the auditorium in the morning for the contest because the teachers want to get it out of the way so our minds aren't to preoccupied. There's a bracket for each grade as well as one for teachers and staff.
We got out of Zack's jeep. One of our classmates asked, "Who are you guys supposed to be?" Zack replied, "I'm dressed like Kaneda." I continued, "And I'm supposed to be Tetsuo, when he got insane". The guy said, "No one knows who they are. Maybe you should wear nametags or something." Zack and I just shrugged our shoulders. Kaneda nor Tetsuo wear nametags anywhere in the film.
Zack said, "Going to the Pumpkin Bash dance tonight, Matt?" I answered, "Sorry aibo. I gotta take Max out trick or treating tonight?" He equipped a puzzled look and asked, "Who?" I said, "The son of my dad's best friend." He said, "Oh. Wasn't he that little boy next to that man who was talking to your father at last week's match?" I nodded, "Hey, That's cool. No problem. Terry and I will miss you though."
Had we thought of it before the deadline, we would have asked Terry if he wanted to got dressed as Yamagata from the same movie that we used as the basis for our costumes. So he wasn't wearing a costume. Then again, had we gone with that, I would have had to dress as Tetsuo from the beginning of the movie instead of the one that's depicted near the end of the film.
We headed inside and beheld the many costumes roaming the hall. We looked through the window of the Dean's office. Yup, no costume. He accepts revelry in others, but not in himself. Sure, he'll smile and act nice, but I guess he believes costumes are silly.
We walked into Mr. East's classroom after getting our things who was wearing a Ben Franklin wig. He nodded at us and we took our usual spots next to each other. Everyone talked casually about their plans for nighttime, mostly about the dance. There wasn't going to be a History lesson right now, why start one when we would end up pausing to attend the costume contest which was supposed to gobble an hour. Better to wait until after the assembly was over. The intercom came on and a young man's voice came on, "The costume contest is due to begin in the auditorium. Please report to the auditorium." We slowly rose from our desks and walked orderly to the auditorium.
Soon we approached the doors to the auditorium. The glass case next to them was open. Here they would put the pictures of everyone who was participating. One of the administrative staff motioned for me and Zack to come over. We knew from previous years that those who aren't participating sit in the rows and those who are brave enough to don costumes go on stage. We walked down the hall to where the costumed students were lining up. One by one, we started to be let in. A young man sat at a desk and gave us paper tags bearing a number. He said, "Fill your name out and what your costume is supposed to be." Zack was number 23 and I was number 24. Another clerk took a photo of each participant. There was a desk where other students were writing their names and what their costume was. I leaned over, took a black marker in my hand and wrote my full name, whispering as I wrote it, "Name: Matthew Daisuke Kojima. Costume: Tetsuo" Zack was next to me as he wrote Zackary D. Barton as he wrote "Kaneda" on his tag. I wanted to write that the character was from the animated film Akira, but there wasn't enough room. Oh well. I hung my tag around my neck and so did Zack. Once we did that, we lined up to take our pictures.
Soon everyone was organized by grade level. We heard the Principal, Dr. Howard Price speaking to the audience. Dr. Price was a tall slim man with spectacles. If a stranger was to glance at him on the street, he would think that our Principal was a mortician or something. He spoke into the microphone and said, "Welcome to this year's Halloween Costume Contest. I ask that you not decide until the contest is over. Pictures of the contestants are outside. Ballots are due by 3PM. Let's being the show starting with the freshmen."
We had to wait our turn. When we heard our number, we were to approach the stage, say our name, what we were dressed as, and then cross over to the other side of the stage.
Finally, it was time for us to appear on the stage. Since Zack had a higher number than me, he went ahead of me. I heard him say his name and that he was dressed as Kaneda. I saw him show of the capsule on the jacket's back. Nearly the entire audience was clearly confused. I then walked out onto the stage.
I walked upon the stage like I was somebody, like I needed to be taken seriously. I gazed upon the field of students and said, "For those who don't know me, I'm Matt Kojima. I'm dressed as Tetsuo from the film Akira." The puzzlement came back. I shrugged my shoulders and laughed, leaving the stage. Loopy, I know, but I can act loopy when I want to. In the end, what matters for the costume contest is not familiarity with the costume's source material, but how good the costume is. Well, at least it's supposed to be. What works against me and Zack is that few people are familiar with the movie and are thus unable to compare our costumes with the depictions from the film.
It took a while, but the contest eventually ended. By the time we left the auditorium, all the photos were in the glass case and it had been locked. We weren't allowed to vote for ourselves of course because the ballots were only given to those in the audience.
With that done, we attended condensed classes the rest of the day. This is primarily the reason why the teachers don't plan much for a day like this. Why get deep into lessons when you just have to leave them shortly afterwards.
Dr. Price was busy today however. The auxiliary building had recently been demolished and the school district had commissioned Blake Developments Inc to build a new wing for the school. The auxiliary building was heavily used about 50 years ago, but over the years it became largely forgotten. There was something that happened all those years ago that led to it becoming abandoned. Sure there were attempts to reopen the old building, but nothing happened. Something always happened which prevented it from being opened. One year, there were dozens of thick and fat slugs found living in several of the dilapidated rooms. Another year, all the sinks and toilets flooded the entire building. Then, as soon as the building was left alone, there was no physical trace that these things happened. Eventually, some kids just said it was haunted or something.
The current school and district admin decided that rather than the building just sitting there as an eyesore, it should just be demolished and create a new wing which would connect to the school. So that's what would happen and they were going to break the ground today at lunch. Students could even attend if they wanted. We chose not to attend the groundbreaking ceremony. It was partly due to its bizarre history, and partly because Zack says that lunchtime is for lunch. Besides, the ceremony was taking place outside the cafeteria and we could see just fine.
The day soon ended and everyone went home. Alas, we didn't win the costume contest, but we did have fun. As we got to Zack's jeep, he took off the jacket. I asked, "Getting hot?" He shook his head, "No. This is for you?"I was stunned, "For me?" He said, "Sure is. Just think of it as an early Christmas present from me, the one and only present you're getting from me. Well, one second thought, the only one that costs money." I hugged him and said, "Thanks. It really means a lot." I held it in my arms as we got in and went home.
My dad's best friend David Archer was taking his wife to a Halloween masquerade ball and Max was still young enough to want to go trick or treating. Even if he didn't, he would still need someone to look after him. Naturally, I fit the parameters. Honestly, they wanted to pay me to look after him, but I declined because I felt that it wouldn't be right.
When I got home, I took another bath and then cleaned my costume. If I was to take Max out, I would need to look my best. However, there was going to be a change to it. Rather than wear the grey jeans I wore as part of the costume, I put on my modified jeans. The red cape hid the hole in the rear that would soon be filled. Fully clothed, I went downstairs to have a quick dinner before leaving. Dad asked, "Wearing that costume again to take Ted out trick or treating?" I replied after swallowing my food, "Sure am, but with some modifications." He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Oh?" Before he could ask what I had in mind, it became obvious. My hair changed colors, bare skin developing similar hairs. There was a ruffle behind the cape, my tail firmly in place. I paused eating while my muzzle grew, but I was right at eating once it was fully developed. Once done, I put the emptied dish in the sink and washed up.
A few minutes later, I was off in my little 2 door car to the Archer's house. I was going along nicely when I heard a police siren. Oh, my God, what now? I breathed deeply as I awaited the policeman. Once I saw him, I rolled down the window. The setting sun's light shined on his cocoa skin. I looked at him and then directly at the front of his slacks. I thought hmm, looking good there. The officer looked at me funny and before I could start drooling over what he kept behind the zipper, he said, "You can relax. That's some costume you got on. Can you see out of that thing?" I replied, "Yes, officer". He then took out a pen and waved it in the air. I guess I was supposed to follow it with my eyes which I did. Satisfied, he put the pen away. Feeling I was in the clear, I looked at his crotch again briefly, but this time my eyes caught some movement in there. Time seemed to slow to a stop as he looked at me looking at him. He cleared his throat, smiled and said, "Going to a costume party?" I said, "No sir, taking my family friend's son out trick or treating." He nodded and said, "I see. You can move along there. Safe driving."
A few minutes later, I arrived at my destination. I parked on the side of the street. I got out of the car and headed up the driveway. I looked at my watch. Still about an hour before it was supposed to start and I still didn't know what Max was going to be dressed as for Halloween. I rang the doorbell and Mrs. Archer answered the door. Her eyes got really huge and I honestly thought she was going to scream. She looked pass me at my car and then looked at me and asked, "Matt, is it that you in there?" I nodded and said, "Yes, it's just me in a costume." She nodded, and said, "Well come on in and make yourself at home". I went inside after her as she called above the stairs, "David! Matt's here!" I heard a door close and soon I saw my dad's friend. As soon as he saw me, he laughed, "What a costume. It looks so real." I said, "It's something that's been in the family that I only found out about a couple of weeks ago. Since it's Halloween, I'd thought I'd give it a go." He nodded and said, "Well Max is in the rec room. Have you had anything to eat yet?" I replied, "I ate before coming here, but thanks anyway."
The Archers still had to get ready for the ball so I headed down the hall to the recreation room. I opened the door and found Max absorbed into one of his cartoons. He was dressed like a ninja. He turned around and his eyes lit up. "Cool costume Matt. What are you supposed to be?" I said, "Well, it's hard to describe. I'm supposed to be a creature from Japanese mythology called a kitsune. I thought you were going to go as that character, that talking orange on that show." He rolled his eyes, "Citrus Squad? That show's stupid." He emphasized the word stupid, but a year ago, he probably would have loved watching the show. I sat down on the couch next to him to pass the time.
Sometime later, his dad came in and said, "Well we're heading out now. You two boys have fun. Don't be out too late." He turned around and walked away. The two of us headed after him and saw them get into their car and drive away.
I looked down at Max and said, "Want to go trick or treating now?" He looked at me and then out the door and said, "It's hardly dark out. I want to go when there's no more sunlight." I said, "You're choice." I closed the door and we headed back to the rec room to watch more cartoons.
About an hour later, he looked out the window and leaping off the sofa, he said, "Let's go now." I nodded and said, "All right." I got out and stretched. He was at the door while I was making sure the house was secure. I had borrowed the extra house key from Mr. Archer so we could get back in afterwards. They were supposed to be gone all night and wouldn't be back until around midnight.
We walked out the door and I made sure the house was locked up tight. There were already kids about and I asked Max, "Where do you want to start?" He pointed right, so that's where we started.
There were plenty of people who were amazed by the lifelike costume I was wearing. Oh, if they only knew that it was real. Max wanted me to stay on the sidewalk while he approached a house. That was fine. I could still keep an eye on him.
As we began the journey back to his home, I became sort of sidetracked. Something didn't seem right. I looked up to the sky and saw the full moon had adopted an orange color to it. I then stopped in my tracks as did Max when he saw that I stopped. Everyone around us ignored the two of us and kept to their candy seeking ways. I got a little light headed, which faded away. I looked ahead and in the middle of the street, I saw a guy in a barbarian costume. His face was that one of deep physical pleasure. His dick was out and he held his hands down as he thrust his pelvis back and forth. My cock started to inflate. If Max noticed or if he said anything about it, I didn't hear. The costumed young man, who looked no older than I, was in a position like he was either receiving a blowjob or fucking ass. Apparently it was very intense, but why was nobody seeing this? Why was I the only one to see it? Max tugged on my red cape and said, "Are you okay Matt?" I broke out of my lustful haze and said, "Yea, I'm all right." I looked back and the guy was no longer there, but my throbbing boner was still here. Luckily, it was already going away.
As we approached his house, before I realized what he was up to, he reached back and yanked my tail. I grimaced and yelped in pain. There was no one to observe this. The frozen face of Max's face as he held my tail in his hands was priceless. It was the same sort of face a kid might take on when he pulls a mall Santa's beard and finds that not only it's fake, but that a beloved relative is the Santa. He quickly let go and was quiet as we walked up the steps.
By now it was nearing 9:30pm. Max's dad said he could have three pieces of candy and that was it, the rest would have to go in the fridge. I took the plastic pumpkin from Max and said, "Let's see what we have here." I spilled the contents on the dinner table and began to sort them out so Max could get a clear view of what he was able to procure tonight. "Mind if I have a chocolate?" Max quietly said, "Okay." I spied one of my favs. I picked it up, unwrapped it and popped it into my mouth.
The boy wasn't getting any candy, very unusual. I looked at him and said, "What's wrong?" He pointed to my tail and he said, "That?" I chuckled, "Oh, you mean this thing?" Max looked sheepish and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was real." I sighed, "Look. I'm not mad at you for pulling my tail. You didn't know it was real. What seven year old boy, what normal person, would think something like this is real." He simply nodded and decided to take a piece of candy after all. That was all he ate and the rest ended up in the fridge. After a little bit of watching more cartoons, I said, "Let's get you to bed." Max said, "Okay."
We went to the bathroom and filled the tub up with bubble bath. He managed quiet well while I laid out his pajamas on his bed. Afterwards, I took off the red cape and headed back upstairs. I sat next to him as he washed himself humming some nonsense song. I kept my eye on the time and it was approaching 10pm, his bedtime. I asked, "Ready to get out?" He nodded and I unplugged the drain. I took an old bucket which was used to rinse him off and washed away all the bubbles. I helped Max out of the tub and dried him off.
We walked back to his bedroom and he put his pajamas on and climbed into bed. I rummaged through his little library of books and I asked, "Want me to read you a bedtime story?" He shook his head and said, "No, I want to know more about what you are?" I looked at him. Might as well. I sat next to him and we began our bedtime interview. I asked, "So what do you want to know?" He asked, "When did this happen?" I said, "Oh, about a few of weeks ago. I found myself looking like this when I woke up." Max asked, "You were a person when Daddy took me to your game last week, now you're a fox." I replied, "I can do this anytime I want and can change any part of myself." He paused and grinned, looking unsure of what to say next, but "Are you furry like that all over, even down there." He looked at my crotch and I knew what he meant. I replied, "All over." He reached over and for a second, I thought he was going to touch my crotch, but instead he took my hand. He examined it closely like he was in a science class. He slowly felt the fur, my claws, and my padded hands. He then leaned over and looked down my shirt. He laid on the bed laughing, "Just like a cartoon character." I laughed back, "Yup, just like a cartoon character. Any other questions?" He shook his head and yawned, "No. Thanks for telling me. I'm going to have to keep it a secret, right?" I nodded and said, "Sure, otherwise I might be captured by some crazy person." He reached and gave me a hug. I said, "Good night Max." He said, "Good night Matty." I stood up and walked away. I turned off the lights and let him get a good night's sleep.
I headed downstairs to watch TV while I waited for his parents to return. I could have become human again, but then I would probably have to explain where the fox costume went. His parents did return at midnight, just like they said they would. As his mom went upstairs to check on the boy, his dad asked, "How did it go tonight?" I said, "No problem. Got some candy, ate a piece, take a bath, go to sleep. Overall, a memorable Halloween." Mr. Archer looked at his watch and said to me smiling, "Well, it's getting late and you probably should get home. Your dad tells me you have busy day tomorrow. Tell him I said hi." I replied, "Yes sir." I gathered my cape from the couch and headed out the door.
The dive back home was quieter and not as exciting like the one from home. No gorgeous cop in sight, but the image of the guy that no one saw entered back into my mind. With one hand feeling the front of my jeans and the other I the wheel, I drove on.
The house was quiet when I got in. My parents trust me enough and aren't vultures waiting at the door. I went upstairs to go to get ready for bed. I heard my dad's voice saying, "Is that you, Matt?" I called out, "Yea it's me. I'm getting ready for bed. By the way, Mr. Archer said hello." I would need to get as much sleep as possible since tomorrow would be very busy.
After I put my new jacket in the closet, I washed up and then took my clothes off once I got back to my room. It was just me and my furry self wearing nothing but underwear. I turned off the light and began to sleep. After a few minutes, I got out of bed, thinking someone was there. I looked at the window; it seemed to come from there. I looked out the window and saw nothing. I scratched my left ear and climbed back into bed. I pulled down the sheets and started to stroke myself. The guy dressed in the barbarian costume had the build of a football player. Jocks turn me on, especially if they are in their uniforms. It's yet another reason why I joined the wrestling team.
I focused on the image, imagining it was me and my mouth that the guy was driving his dick into. Faster I went, the tighter I gripped my cock. The pressure started to build and soon I couldn't hold it anymore. I shot my teenage load into my sheets. Feeling relief, I fell asleep.
I woke up almost six hours later. Not the amount of sleep I wanted, but I knew that today we had lots to do. My parents were busy the entire week. My dad's a veterinarian and he said that it seemed that more animals paid a visit to his office. Whether or not this was truly the case, who knows? My mom on the other hand, was also busy at the accounting firm. Kazu's flight wasn't due to arrive until 1pm, but we still had plenty to do today to get ready. After a simple breakfast, the first task was visiting Nippon Mart which was practically the only place to get Japanese foodstuffs. Kazu just loves ramune, a type of soft drink sold in Japan, and I knew we had to stock up on it. Mom also had a list of items to get to cook Kazu's first meal stateside.
Sure, we eat Japanese food on occasion, but we live in a multicultural city and sample all types. I felt that Kazu would need to adjust quickly to our culinary tastes because we can't eat Japanese food everyday and I'm sure he knows this.
After going grocery shopping we put everything away and went to a deli to have po-boy sandwiches. There wasn't much time left and we headed straight to the airport. It was 12:30 when we got there and would have to wait awhile. We waited outside the gate that he was supposed to come out of. There we were sitting outside the gate with me checking every so often to see if my cousin's flight was going to be on time. Soon the announcer came on the intercom and announced that Kazu's flight was arriving. We stood up and waited for him to exit.
People filed out and we saw him then and he saw us. He had a small backpack with him as he approached and greeted us. He had a small backpack with him. We then headed to the baggage claim area to get the rest of his things. He only brought two suitcases with him and the plan was to do a check on what he had and what he still needed. My parents were gracious enough to pay for these things. As I followed, I took the opportunity to check out Kazu's jean covered butt which was shaped similar to mine. It must be a family trait.
We picked up his luggage and headed back home. On the way we struck up a conversation. He wanted to practice his English and I didn't mind. Even though he took it in school, he felt that he should keep practicing and learn more to be able to communicate better especially if he was going to college here. Kazu was very eager to learn more about America and Texan culture in particular since we live in Texas. He asked, "How's school going?" I replied, "Going great, team's doing fine." He nodded and said, "I got bored on the flight so I started to draw." He opened the backpack and showed me the contents. He took out a sketchpad and showed me some of his artwork. Some drawings were of fantastic buildings that don't really exist. Other drawings were of various animals. Some were real, others fictional. I saw a picture of his depiction of a kitsune. My face didn't betray the irony that I felt, that he was sitting next to a real one. There were a few people he drew and as I looked through the pages, it seemed that most were of guys. I chose not to say anything because I didn't want to embarrass my cousin. Of course I might have said something had my parents not been in the car also, but I'd rather let him talk about his subject matter on his own terms.
We got home and it was up to me to show Kazu to what would be his room for the next two months and between semesters. He looked around the room and understood that it wasn't furnished since it was seldom used. He looked out the window and said, "Wow, what a view!" The window showed a glimpse of downtown and I would have to agree. When they have fireworks, you can just look out the window and watch the show. The room's closet was pretty big. It would have to be to store all that stuff that we had in there. As such, two people could comfortably lay down in there side by side. I asked, "Anything else I can help you with?" He smiled with a glimmer in his eyes and said, "No. I can manage." He then turned and started to unpack his stuff. I said, "Well if you need anything at all, my room's at the other end of the hall. I'll be there doing some reading for school." Kazu said, "Okay then." I left him to go back to my room and studied some. The hours passed and it was soon time for dinner.
I had to go help my parents prepare the meal that we would have. We had udon noodles with chicken and various vegetables with teriyaki and soy sauce on the side. Sometimes we'll do a little experimenting and substitute salsa, but didn't this time. Kazu seemed to enjoy the meal. Me, I could probably eat three bowls of noodles if I was hungry enough. After dinner, we all settled into our routines, minus what I have been doing. Ever since I woke up, I had remained in my human form, with no bit of my fox form showing. I had finished my homework and Kazu finished unpacking and storing his stuff away in the way that he liked. Afterwards, he began to take note of what things he needed. There were some things that we obviously needed to get him as soon as possible and others that we would get in time. Then there were those things that he had to be understanding and accommodating. For example, he probably would need a computer for college, but for now, he would use mine or my parents which was in the living room. Toiletries were easy and would probably get that stuff tomorrow when we got the Sunday paper. Anything else was going to be pretty much wait and see.
It soon became time to go to bed. Kazu looked to us to see what our routine was and adjusted accordingly. We had all sorts of activities planned. Tomorrow, my parents and I planned to show him around town with extra emphasis on the vicinity around our house. Next Saturday, Dad planned to take him to the DMV to get an ID card. Time wise, we couldn't do everything this weekend and I still didn't know what he was supposed to do all day while I was at school and my parents were at work. However, that was something that would be discussed and taken care of in due time, but it was generally felt that these first few days would be spent becoming acclimatized to being here in another country.
We all went to our separate rooms ready for bed. In Kazu's case, he needed the rest because he was suffering from jetlag and would need to spend time readjusting. I entered my room, took my clothes off and climbed into bed.
I opened my eyes, me in a half asleep daze. I could have sworn I heard a tap, tap, tap at my bedroom window. I must be hearing things. Tap, tap, tap again. I yawned and scratched my head. Tap, tap, tap. My mind was becoming more awake. I obviously heard the noise and I could see an odd shadow being cast on the floor by the moonlight. What was it?
I climbed out of bed and plodded to the window still semi asleep. I snapped out of it and that's when I saw who was outside the window. It was Terry, shirtless, with his wings flapping to keep him in the air.
Copyright/Trademark info: The characters Kaneda, Tetsuo, and Yamagata are from an anime film called Akira produced by Ryohei Suzuki and Shunzo Kato. It was based on the manga of the same name written by Katsuhiro Otomo. These characters were created by him, not me.
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