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.
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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