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 5
It was Saturday morning. Kazu was still fast asleep. I slipped out of his bed and went to take a bath. When I came out, Kazu was there waiting for me wearing nothing at all. He smiled and patted me on the butt and said, "My turn. You can go have breakfast or make something for us. I'll show you my surprise soon after I get out."
I went downstairs and made myself a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich. I wasn't looking for much to eat. I poured myself a glass of milk and watched morning cartoons. I wondered what Kazu had in store for me. I was hoping that it was a worthwhile surprise and not something like a blowjob, but I certainly wouldn't say no to that. Besides, the way he paid attention to my rear, I knew it was only a matter of time before he wanted to fuck me. My dick quivered in my shorts at the thought. I was hoping Zack would be my first, but now I wasn't sure.
Kazu came down wearing only underwear and slippers. He opened the fridge, trying to find something to eat. He came to the sofa armed with two blueberry muffins and a glass of orange juice. He cut them in half and put some butter on them.
After our little breakfast, he smiled and asked, "Ready for your surprise?" I said, "Ready!." He raced upstairs and came back down fully dressed now bringing a wooden box. He put it in front of me and I said, "A box, the surprise is a box?" He laughed, "No silly, it's what's in the box." He opened it up. Inside, there was a shiny ball nestled in cloth. He picked it up and said, "This is a hoshi no tama, a star ball. It's been in the family for years. You know that I worked at a Shinto shrine, right?" I nodded, "Well it was an Inari shrine." I couldn't quite remember who Inari was, I knew it was the name of a Shinto diety, but I didn't remember of what. He didn't notice that I didn't know who Inari was and said, "Well a hundred years ago, one of our ancestors was in the forest and came upon a sleeping white fox. A firstborn son, the boy was greedy and stole it. Once home, his fate changed, he had hardly any good luck. He ventured into the forest to find where he took it, but couldn't find the exact location or any foxes. He went to the shrine nearby and asked for help. The priest told him that he must serve at the shrine until he matured. They gave him a box and told him to keep it at home to remind him of his transgression. There have been many boys in our family who have served at the shrine and we have served from the time we have entered puberty to the time we leave it. When I left, the priests told me that I need to take our family heirloom and bring it with me. I wanted to ask why, but they told me that I would find out in time." I looked at it as light pulsed from it. It pulsed like a heartbeat, beating faster as it got closer to me.
Kazu said, "What? It's never acted like this before. It's been shiny for the past few weeks. It all began on a Monday, but this is new. I don't know why it's been acting like this. Ow! It's starting to burn. Here Daisuke, put it back in the box." He dropped it in my hands. It disappeared in a brilliant white flash which quickly enveloped the entire room.
I found myself in another place. It was a place that I had seen in pictures about feudal Japan, it was a shogun's palace. Was I hallucinating or something? I was totally awake and not even in bed and it wasn't like I was prone to falling asleep instantly. I looked around hoping to find something that made sense when glanced at my arms. They were furry. I explored the rest of my body. I was wearing an army uniform like my grandpa wore, but it was a modern style. Also, I was in my anthro fox form. I looked back at my tail seamlessly poking out of material like my mom had fixed it. My grandpa was a Nisei and was my age when he and his family went to an internment camp. When he turned 18, he enlisted to serve the country that viewed him as enemy and continued to do so until the war was over. There were times when I wondered what my life would have been like had I lived in those times and I had vivid descriptions given by my Grandpa to fuel my speculations.
I heard someone approach from behind me. A young Japanese man with shoulder length hair was there, wearing a men's kimono. He greeted me in Japanese. It had a different dialect to what I was used to. In fact it sounded archaic, but could still make it out. He said, "Welcome young kitsune. Do you recognize me?" I shook my head, "No." He looked perfectly normal, cute, but normal. He smiled, sat down on a stump and said, "What do they teach the young pups these days?" "Huh?" I scratched my head. He said, "I'm Inari. All kitsune know me." I tried remembering the book Grandma gave me. I said, "You're the Shinto god of rice, aren't you?"
Inari nodded and said, "I am. So you have learned of me." Not really, I just remember reading and I hadn't heard of Inari before that fateful Monday, but I chose not to correct him "What am I doing here? How did I get here?" Inari beckoned me to sit next to him. He looked at me and now that I was closer to him, I noticed his eyes were like mine when I was in kitsune form. He said, "They are the same question. For generations, I have been cut off from the waking world, no kitsune living. The mingling of the blood with mortals and the destruction of hoshi no tama have caused this. I had lost hope that I'd see another one of my kinsman again, then you appear. You are special for you come from a long line of warriors. Great samurai are in your lineage and your grandfather even served in the humans' World War 2. You came to me dressed in clothing similar to those he wore, but they are from your time. Fate has brought the two sides of your family again and has made you whole. A little nudge for my priests is all it took." Whole? Was that what the hoshi no tama that Kazu brought was all about? The Shinto priests knew of this? I asked, "Inari sir?" He laughed, "No need for sir, just call me Inari. There's no need for formalities now. Ask your question." I said, "You said that I'm whole. What does that mean?"
Inari said, "A kitsune who is incomplete can only transform so he can flee from danger, but that is it. Producing fire, flight, causing powerful illusions, only a whole kitsune can do these things. Never forget boy, do not make a hoshi no tama to store your power, lest you create the possibility that it'd get lost again. What would I do if someone took it and controlled you in these times?" These times? He saw the look in my eyes and said, "These are dark times for your school and your city if things get out of control. Friendships must be maintained even as tough choices must be made. Just remember ghosts are for real, a school's secrets never die." A flash of light burst before I could ask Inari what he meant.
I found myself right where I was when Kazu gave me the star ball. There he was in front of me still wearing his underwear. I asked, "You've been sitting here all this time?" He looked at my dumbfounded and said quietly, "Yes. I dropped the ball in your hands, and then there was a flash and now it's gone and now you, um." He looked confused and uncertain what to say next. I felt an unexpected twitch in my rear. I clamped my hands behind me and felt my tail. My hands went for the top of my head and felt my fox ears. I ran upstairs and closed the door behind me. I stood behind the door, my heart beating rapidly. I looked at the mirror and saw my scared fox self staring back at me.
I would have thought Inari would have sent me back human, but no. I didn't know whether this was a mistake or a joke, but kitsune are known for pranking. There was a knock at the door. "Daisuke? Are you in there? Open up please. I'm sorry that I stared at you" I thought about it for a second and I slowly opened the door. I looked down at the floor. My dad had warned against revealing my other self. I had promised and I broke it. Kazu got a good look at me and said, "I can't believe it. My cousin's a kitsune." After closing the door, he laughed and wrapped his arms around me. His mood had gone to normal. He sat down and asked, "So tell me, how and when did this happen?" I replied, "It happened on a Monday a few weeks back. It happened during the night because when I went to the bathroom I saw my reflection in the mirror. I looked like this, but wearing my underwear." He smiled looking at my crotch and said, "I see. Can you change anytime?" I heard a car honk. My parents were back. I shifted back to human and said, "Any time, any part."
We headed out of my room and headed down the stairs. My parents entered the door wearing the same clothes they had on when the left last night looking. Dad asked me, "Did you two behave last night?" I said, "No problems here." My mother said, "That's a relief. I wonder why all the forecasts were wrong." They headed past us and upstairs to change clothes. They came down and I thought they would have some type of meal, but it turned out that they had already eaten. I then decided to tell them what had happened while they were gone except the part about Kazu and me sleeping naked in the same bed.
"Mom. Dad. I need to tell you something." We went to the living room and they looked at me, concern in their eyes. I said, "Kazu knows about me." I didn't need to go further than that; they knew what I was talking about. Dad looked flustered, "You promised you wouldn't reveal your nature to him. How did he find out?" I said, "He brought a hoshi no tama with him from Japan." My parents were confused. Mom asked, "A star ball? I seem to recall something about them and kitsune." I said, "A star ball contains a kitsune's power. According to Kazu, your ancestors met each other a century ago. Dad's ancestor took Mom's ancestor's hoshi no tama. Kazu was told by a Shinto priest to bring it with him. He showed it to me and he dropped it in my hands. I saw Inari and he said I was complete and then I found myself back in front of Kazu. No time had passed, but I was now in kitsune form." Both of my parents asked, "Inari?" I said, "He's the Shinto god of rice. Don't ask me to explain how it is I found myself here in the living room one second, some endless field the next, and back here in the living room as a kitsune like no time passed. It just happened that way." They looked at each other and whispered to each other. Mom said, "Well, we appreciate you telling us." Dad breathed, "I suppose it's all part of this business of being a kitsune." Well, it looked like I wasn't in trouble. Mom said, "Well we're not angry, just surprised that there was more to it. It can't be helped if you weren't expecting it. At least you don't have to hide from Kazu. If that's all, you can go now."
I headed up the stairs and went back to my room. Kazu came in and asked, "Did I get you into trouble?" I said, "No, I don't think so. All this is something I couldn't have anticipated. I do have to wonder how I'm supposed to try some of the new stuff. Suppose I try to generate fire and end up setting the house on fire." Kazu said, "You could try being in the yard and do it."
We stayed in my room for the rest of the day. He would read from my library of books while I did my home work. Occasionally he would look over my shoulder or look at my school texts to see how they differed from the ones that he had in school.
We went out to eat at this place called Pine Creek Café. It was Saturday steak night. You get to have a nice sized steak made to order and a large baked potato at a special price, cheaper than what the price is normally. The steaks are large so two people can eat off of it if they also have a salad.
It was soon time for bed. I read over Grandma's book for details on what a kitsune was capable of. I wasn't very sure of what I should try next. Was it too late in the day? I then read something that sounded easy to try and could be attempted at this time. I muttered to myself, "Perfect timing."
I crept in bed. I've had fantastic dreams in the past and supposedly a kitsune could enter the dreams of others. I wonder if I could enter Zack's dream. Of course, that depended if he was asleep. What would happen if he wasn't sleeping? I closed my eyes and fell asleep and soon began to dream.
I found myself in the boy's locker room of our school. I was behind some lockers as I heard moaning. I looked around the corner and saw Zack and me in the locker room. Nothing new except I was laying on the bench naked as Zack was on his knees leaning over and sucking me. It was unusual watching myself, but it was very arousing. I was dressed in the clothes I slept in, not very suitable. I concentrated on my clothes. I now wore jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt with a red trim and a red kanji symbol was over the heart. Fire, it read. My hand started to head to the front of my jeans and stroked the denim covering my hard cock as I watched Zack bob his head up and down on me.
"What are you two boys doing?" A familiar voice came out from the darkness. It was our teammate Devin Kendall. The real Devin probably would have screamed in shock, but the dream version said it full of desire. Both boys looked at him in surprise. Our teammate's eyes wandered to the dick wedged in Zack's mouth and the boy it was attached to, my dream self. He groped himself and walked closer. My other self got off the bench and got next to Zack, embarrassed. Hayes said, "How about making me feel good?" My dream self caressed Devin' butt while Zack massaged the bulge. Both boys pulled down his shorts revealing an erection trying to burst out of the jockstrap. Hayes stepped out and Zack began to feel those strong firm legs, his hands sliding over the smooth skin. Zack and my double pulled down the strap releasing Devin's ebony pole. It seemed to combine the best traits of all of our dicks: my foreskin, Zack's length and nutsack size, and Terry's width.
I so much wanted to join in, but I wondered what would happen if I did? What would Zack think of there being two of me? How would his brain's subconscious translate my appearance? I decided to stay where I was. Dreams come and go so maybe I'd get my chance later on. I looked on as the three continued.
Zack and the other me started to lick Devin's dick in long licks. There was enough of it to do so, but gradually, Zack moved on to the balls and tried his hardest to stuff them in his hungry mouth, but only succeeding in getting one. Our teammate groaned, "That's it guys, get me nice and ready. Soon the cock was slick was saliva.
The two teens seemed to know what Devin desired. The other Matt got on a discarded practice mat while Zack was kissing him. Kendall got behind the other me and pushed his thick dick into him quite easily. "Now it's time to play."At the same time, Zack lowered my twin's head, drawing it closer to his meat. Opening his mouth, he began to suck Dream Zack's sturdy cock.
By the look of things, I really loved receiving it from both ends. It was kinda difficult to tell though considering that my dream self's mouth was stuffed with Zack's boner. There was rhythm to the action, both Devin and Zack thrusting inward at the same time as the Japanese-American youth's cock was hard as iron and leaking precum.
I got closer to the action, but remained hidden. I took out my dick and watched myself in the middle of things. Devin gripped my butt as he plowed my ass as Zack held onto my short cropped hair pushing himself further into my mouth, my nose buried in his blond pubes. I gripped my cock and stroked it as I watched the hot action going on. Devin moaned, "Oh, oh. I'm gonna cum!" He pulled out while Zack and my double kneeled in front of him. He fired thick streams of cum from his black hose into our mouths and we guzzled it all down.
The dream Devon faded as the lighting dimmed, only focusing on Zack and my dream self leaving me in the dark. I continued to fondle myself as the two guys licked each other's boypops to get the tasty cream from them. They moaned as they unloaded at the same time. I erupted and shot my load all over the fading floor.
The area then got foggy as Zack began to dream of something else. I guess I could have stuck around to see what Zack would dream of next, but I decided to go back to my own dreams.
In the morning, my underwear felt sticky. It didn't take a genius to know what happened. I had ejaculated for real at the same time when I did in the dream. I got out of bed and washed up.
The day progressed quite ordinarily, except with me in the backyard trying out different things that the book said a kitsune could do while Kazu watched and my parents were doing other things. All the fences are wooden and are at least ten feet high except the gate so I could train without anyone noticing because I was nowhere near the gate. A person would have to walk up the gate and look around to see me do these things. He took a sip from some lemonade. He looked up from the book and said, "Try producing fire". I read that part about fire from the tail or mouth. I grew out my tail and I looked at Kazu and said, "There has to be some other way than using this thing or spouting fire from my mouth. Why can't I do it the superhero way? The book can't possibly be correct in everything, can't it?" He said, "Might as well try." I walked to the patio and distanced myself from flowers so that there was a less of a chance that something would catch fire. I breathed deeply and held my left hand out, palm up. It was difficult because my hand kept becoming a paw and I had to change it back each time. Finally it happened, my hand started to feel warm and not tingly which signaled furriness. A small flame appeared, like that on a candle. The flame didn't hurt, it was only as warm as a summer day. Kazu left the book and approached. I tried to make it bigger, and it quickly grew to the size of a baseball. His hand moved closer, but recoiled when it got close so he wouldn't get burned. He said, "Wait a minute!" His hand went back and moved inside the fire. He said, "It's warm, but it doesn't burn?" He took his hand out of the fire and pulled a large leaf from the magnolia tree nearby. He then moved it closer and closer to the fireball until it was inside, yet it didn't burn either. Maybe I had to mean it. I said, "Put the leaf in and put your hand away." Kazu placed the leaf inside the flame and stood back. I told myself that the leaf needed to burn. The instant I thought it, the leaf started to burn. Once the leaf had been consumed, I closed my hand and the fireball was snuffed out. I repeated the process until I was confident that I had mastered the trick enough.
We decided that would be it for today, we could try other things on other days. We probably wouldn't get around to doing anything this coming Saturday because Dad said he was taking Kazu to the local Department of Motor Vehicles office to file for an ID card. So, the day would turn out to be a wasted day. I then remembered the note that the other Matt gave me, the one who was a werewolf. I looked at the phone number listed on it for Denzel. What was his story? How did he find out Tyler was a werewolf? There was only one way to find out.
Laying on my bed, I reached for my cell phone and dialed the number. A boy's voice answered, "I was wondering if you were going to call. Hiya, Matt or should I call you Daisuke?" I replied, "Doesn't matter really. I answer to both. Besides it does help ease the confusion. It's kinda weird when I say my name, but I'm talking about someone else." Denzel said, "I see what you mean. I knew it was you because Tyler told me that he gave you my number and told me your number as well." I said, "Speaking of which, how do you know about his being a..." Denzel said quickly, "I know what you're talking about." He then whispered, "Hey, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I'm in a crowd. They'd think me nuts if I start talking about werewolves." He then went back to a normal level, "Anyhow, what are your plans for this Saturday?" I replied, "My dad's supposed to take my cousin to apply for an ID card. I don't have any plans myself." Denzel replied, "Want to come over? We'd able to talk freely." I replied cheerfully, "Sure!" He told my where he lived and we discussed what time for me to come over. He also said that he'd have the house to himself and that he was planning on making hot dogs if I was okay with that. I had no problem with this plan, so it was expected that I'd be there on Saturday unless the plan changed in which case we were to call each other to let the other person know.
Monday lunch at school, I sat at what was becoming our customary spot in the corner in the cafeteria where Zack, Terry, and I could say whatever we wanted to share with each other without anyone overhearing us talking about supposedly make-believe beings and sex romps. I began to tell them what had happened Saturday.
I said, "It was a place, a place right out of medieval Japan. I was dressed in camo and I met Inari." They were both confused and I had to explain who Inari was. I revealed, "I now can do a whole lot more than becoming a fox." I smiled revealing a mouth full of fox teeth. They became normal as I described what I meant, "I can produce fire and I can enter and manipulate dreams." Both Zack and Terry's eyes got wide, their naughty teenage minds filled with endless possibilities. Zack lowered his voice and said, "Speaking of dreams, I had a real rising one Saturday night." He began to describe the dream he had in detail, careful not to slip anything mischievous when people got nearby. My dick strained, trying to escape my jeans, as I heard the story retold by Zack. Zack said, "If you can enter other people's dreams, you can visit me anytime." Now that I knew that he was okay with me being in his dreams for real, I planned to visit him. Terry said, "You can visit me too." We spent the rest of the lunch period, discussing what types of dreams that we could have, but they didn't need to be sexual.
Once the bell rang, we headed in separate directions to attend our next class. As I walked down the hall to my literature class, I passed by Dr. Price out in the hall. His face betrayed sleepless nights; it was the look of a tormented man. Apparently, I stared too long. He turned to me, composed himself and asked, "Heading to your next class I see, Mr. Kojima?" I nodded, "Yes, sir." He shifted his glasses and said, "You don't want to be late, go along now." I continued along the way. The tone he used was his usual optimistic tone, but underneath it lacked warmth. I quietly asked to myself as I sat down, "What's wrong with Dr. Prince?" A voice said behind me, "He's been like that lately, Matt." I turned my head, Keith Chen getting in the seat behind me. I whispered, "Oh?" He said, "Yea. He's tried to hide it, trying to make it seem that he's occupied with the usual school stuff, but I believe there's more to it. He's been that way ever since finding out what happened at the dance." I asked, "Why?" I did not get my answer, the bell rang and class begun.
In the coming days, I kept what was said to myself because Dr. Price's mood some as the construction began because he was positive that the new wing would be ready for use by the fall semester. Still I wondered what the connection was. There had to be more too it. I asked Keith about it on Thursday and he wasn't too helpful, "Matt, I'm just good at noticing stuff. I don't have much to go on besides that. Conjecture is bad for the business. Speaking of noticing, what's up between you, Zack, and Terrence?" Keith desired to go to college to major in communication and eventually get a job with a television station or a newspaper, but really wanted to be on TV. Hell, if he was on TV, I'd tune in to watch this Chinese hottie give the news. "Well?" I snapped out of my daydream and said, "Aw, come on. Zack's been my best friend since day one. You know that. As for Terry, we discovered we like something in common, we both like mythology." He nodded and smiled, "I see. I'd like to have friends like that. Catch you later." I waved, "Later."
It was only once I got home that a thought occurred to me. Did he have a strong inkling about what we were really up to? My hand wandered to my crotch. Hmm, I wouldn't mind some ese on ese action. The door opened and Kazu came in. I covered my aroused crotch with my hands, swore in Japanese and yelled, "Geez, don't you knock Kazu!?" He got closer, noticed the tent between my legs and slyly smiled and said, "What's got you going?" I replied, "Oh, thinking about someone." He asked, "Zack? I've noticed the way you look at Zack and the way he looks at you." I hadn't mentioned how close Zack and I were with Kazu and what we did alone, but I guess Kazu caught on. I answered, "No, another guy. There's this Chinese guy that goes to my school." He nodded and said, "I understand. No need to tell me more, but if you want to, you can. I'll enjoy it." He massaged his groin and moaned. He let go and said, "That's right, dinner is nearly ready."
Dinnertime was pretty ordinary. Crab Cakes served with boiled potatoes and broccoli. Sliced French bread was on the side with tubs of butter and cream cheese. Dad asked, "So, you're going to the museum tomorrow? I looked up, my mouth full of breaded crab meat. I swallowed and replied, "Yea. We're touring the new hall of anthropology. That's our first stop at the museum." He nodded and asked, "Do you have enough money?" I knew I did and I said that I had enough. The field trip was going to take up the entire day. I, like my classmates, asked the teachers of the classes we were going to miss got the homework assignments today.
Friday came and as soon as the bell rang, me and my friends headed out the door and to the waiting bus. Zack and I, as usual sat next to each other. Terry and Keith were in the seats in front of us. Terry could have gone to work with this dad, but he wouldn't have been counted for attendance.
As we waited for the tour guide, we looked at the posters about upcoming events. Terry usually knew about them before the public did and would tell us if there was an event that we would really be interested in. I remember a couple of years back there was an exhibit about samurai. I wondered what I would look like in samurai armor. The thought still pervaded my mind when the tour guide appeared. To get to the exhibit that we were to visit for our class, we had to go through the paleontology hall. Zack's a big dinosaur nut and has shown me his attempts at drawing himself riding them. Zack often wondered if he could find anything wrong with the exhibits. When we were little kids, he had these dino footie pajamas. Finally we had reached the exhibit.
It showed notable civilizations from the six inhabited continents and chronicled humanity's progress from thousands of years ago until the past century. Afterwards, we watched a film about the lives of teenagers in the past. It was pretty boring. Afterwards, we were permitted to tour the museum somewhat freely; we had to keep in eyesight of a teacher or chaperone. As we exited the anthropology hall, our eyes caught a photo booth. At first it looked like a typical booth, but on one side was written, "One world, one race." Zack asked, "What's that supposed to mean?" Terry said, " Go inside and find out." Zack climbed in and a few minutes called out, "Daisuke, you gotta see this." My head peeked inside the curtain and asked, "What?" He said, "This thing scans your face and shows what you would look like if you were of another race. See?" He pressed a button and it showed his face as if he was Asian." I replied mystified, "Cool." Yet my mind replied, yummy. He turned back to the screen and blurted, "Wow, you can even print them out." He got out his wallet and pulled out a ten and put it in the slot. In a few more minutes, out popped a slide of Zack's face times six, a rainbow of humanity. I said, "Me next." I stepped inside and did the same thing and got my slide of faces. I was tempted to show my fox face, but it'd probably confuse and break the program as it would attempt to translate my vulpine face. Terry already had a slide since he had seen the booth before. We decided to make copies and swap slides so each of us would have three slides each. With that, we headed back to the dinosaurs.
As we looked at the monolithic skeletons, Terry's attention strayed from them. Mine did too because of that. Nearby, there were two men in strange clothes speaking to each other. No one paid any attention to them despite their garments, but they weren't figments because occasionally a person would look at them as they walked passed them. Terry struggled to overhear them without them noticing that he was listening in on them. He pulled me aside quietly so Zack wouldn't notice. Our friend called out about a minute later, "Guys, where did you two go?" Terry pulled off his ring. I had never seen him take off; he looked like it was emotionally painful to part with it. "Put it on and keep it safe. Do not let it out of your sight. Please do this for me." I nodded, too stunned to say anything as he walked away and rejoined the rest of the class. Friendship counts for a lot, so I put the ring on. Zack appeared from around the corner and said, "Where did you two guys go? Off kissing? Here we look at diplodocus one minute and I look back and you find you two missing. Why's Terry over there away from us?" I said silently, "I wish I knew." Zack frowned, "Matt, what's wrong?" I replied frustrated, "I don't know Zack, I just don't know." Hidden behind the panels, he held me in front of him in his strong arms tenderly. It made me feel better.
After we got back, Terry headed home quickly. He didn't even give me a chance to return his ring. Zack clapped me on the shoulder and said, "Let's go home." On the way home, we didn't say anything. What would cause Terry to act like this? He was usually so calm. To use an appropriate pun, his feathers didn't get ruffled easily. I put the ring in the change pocket in my jeans so that my parents or Kazu wouldn't see it. It would set off a series of questions that I wouldn't be able to answer. Until Terry took back the ring, I would do as he asked and would keep it with me. I was wondering what had happened to make him behave this way. A part of me said that I was seeing things that weren't there, but considering everything that had been happening the past few weeks, I knew better. I dialed him on my cell, but only got his voice mail. I considered calling his place, but what could I possibly say? What in the hell was going on?
Wearing my sleeping clothes, I studied the ring as I sat on my bed in my fox form. It was an ornate ring with strange symbols surrounding a winged serpent. I wondered how Terry came about owning the ring. He never said anything about it and he had it for years and years. Before it would actually fit his finger, he wore it on a chain. Keeping the ring on my left ring finger, I went to sleep.
Saturday was here. Dad was going to take Kazu to the DMV for an ID card, mom was going to work. They asked me what I was going to do and I said that I was going to go about town. This wasn't unusual. Occasionally, like the Sunday I met Tyler, I'll just wander about town and get back home in time for dinner. However, today I knew where I was going.
I looked at the map I had printed and looked at the directions I needed to follow to get to Denzel's place. I was getting closer and the houses were looking more expensive. I finally arrived. I said to myself, "Must be the place." I drove up the driveway and parked already feeling out of place. I got out and wondered where to go.
I walked up the steps and used the knocker on the door. A man, dressed like a butler, opened the door and looked at me from head to toe. He said, "You must me Matt. Denzel is waiting for you around the back in the garage. Lunch will be ready soon." He pointed to the right and then closed the door.
I walked in the direction the man indicated. My ears started to pick up techno music and the sound of machinery. I stopped in my tracks once I got there. I saw a tiger, but not a tiger, kneeling over some kind of machine. The being before me was like me, only a tiger.
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