Chapter I- the merry life
A fine morning shone in Coneria.
The planet, which had suffered from the wars, had regenerated quite quickly. County to the popular belief, people thought that the planet would be ruined. But for the planet was heavily damaged by the Andross army, it had given the opportunity to have a "free bulldozing service" of their old buildings. New buildings have shield systems so bombs, lasers and projectiles are not a harm. The people there are wealthy, prosperous, and rich. And now, the Coneria is never the Coneria before. It was then highly modernized. From old, slum, dull buildings in becoming high and tall commercial buildings. From little parks that almost have no playgrounds, turning into magnificent amusement parks that could support thousands of people at a time. Thanks for the Earth federation government, which had greatly contributed to the economy growth of Coneria.
In a little countryside just a few miles away from the city central, sat a fine, lovely house. Which is not big compared to those in the city.
It was a house which has a red roof, and white paint on its walls. Which was built with bricks. Not to mention, a little chimney that to get the smoke out. A little bit of smoke is coming out of it. Meaning a nice little family was living in there. Sitting on cozy chairs beside a chafe fire, with sweet smelling wood of lavender, perhaps talking stories to one another.
It was a double decked house. If you walk in the door, you can see that there was a little carpet that was welcoming you. It was a nicely-made, designer's carpet. That is-to let the carpet maker know what you wanted to have on it, although it was not intended to be stepped on.
And there you have. Such a pretty carpet. A romantic setting. Two foxes standing. One with green eyes and orange, tangerine-like fur, and another bluish, female, with blue eyes. The female looked as if she were holding something. But she was holding nothing but thin air. What would it be? You wouldn't know. And with those red hearts, and the words "we are a happy family." You know, a carpet.
Apart from the carpet, there are those white walls, a beautiful garden with a little pond where colorful fishes swam. Separated from the house with a glass door. In the living room, there was a Plasma TV, a fireplace with burning wood in it. Also, a piano that plays beautiful music with a good pianist playing it. Music for the lovers who dance together harmoniously with the accompliment of the colorful piano nocturnes or sonatas.
Up the stairs, you see a little kitchen. But just an ordinary kitchen. Induction cookers, a fridge, and a shelf where all the spices and sauces were put. With a small, marble table where a chef can slice or dice the food, or to season it.
There was a good-looking vixen who was doing something in the kitchen. She was holding a book. But then looked at the clock then the fridge. Looking thoughtful.
Her fur was blue. Blue like a calm, peaceful lake which you can look your reflection in it. Her eyes are perhaps the most fascinating and intriguing and mesmerizing blue you've ever seen. Her face can be described as the beautiful godness Venus. Her beautiful muzzle, with a gentle mark of white. Her ears are perfectly proportioned. And are perfect arcs as a vixen can ever look. Her body is slim and perfect. Beautifully curved in the waist, her body has achieved the golden ratio. Full of elegance, gracefulness. And beauty.
I'll give you a hint: that's Krystal.
"I'm home! Darling!" As she heard the door opening and closing. With a young and vital voice coming upstairs.
"Ah! You're home! I have a surprise for you!" Said she.
"Oh, I'll bet that your surprise will be good!" As she heard footsteps coming up. And the male was calling her from downstairs.
She stood up from her chair and saw him walking to the kitchen.
He was a fine person. And very handsome. You see his light green eyes, and you can feel that there was an aurora that you wanted to follow him. Having orange fur, in his combat suit-he had just come back from a patrol mission. Since the Angular Blitz had ended, he had become a fighter of his choice- both for Earth Federation and Coneria. Having high salary, and he could choose whether he wanted to work or not. It was his leisure time. His free time. He had learned so much since the Lylat wars and the Angular Blitz. When he was 16, he wanted war. To show off his marvelous piloting skills and his insanely accurate shots. Along with his "comrades". But now, he experienced suffer. Pain, separations. And most of all, friendship and love. Now he thought that war is nothing but a conflict between two entities that share a different perspective. His muzzle is also orange, but with a distinguishing mark of white. Same as his forehead. He is fit and strong. His athletic, swimming, habit granted him a beautifully proportioned body.
I'll give you a hint. His surname is Mccloud.
"Look what I had made you! It's your birthday today! Happy birthday! Fox!"
Turns out that thing in the fridge that Krystal was looking at, is that the cake that she had made for him. A chocolate cake, brown-black in color with a red cherry on top. She had been making it for two days. All for the birthday of her precious one.
Fox was very surprised. But a little sadness came out underneath.
"Y' know. Seldom had people remembered my birthday. Slippy had lost contact with me since the end of the war, and Peppy either. And Falco... sometimes he comes back and sometimes he doesn't. He means a lot to me. I wonder what he is doing now...but I should not interfere. He doesn't like to be strapped. What a libra...Hyacinth helped me a lot. In rebuilding this place and is like Falco either...not coming back to stay with me..." as he turned around faced his back towards Krystal. Appearing a bit sad. As if he wanted to cry.
"What about me then?" Asked Krystal, placing her hands on Fox's shoulders.
Fox turned around and held her hands.
"You are the most important person I had ever seen. I would never let you go or let anything happen to you. No matter what happens...I love you very, very much."
He said, and he hugged her. Both felt the chafe of their bodies. It was a spiritual connection, not only a connection between bodies.
The hug then transcended into a soft kiss. As if they can feel their muzzles pressing upon each other. Not forcefully. But rather lightly. Like a soft whisper from the wind in the summer night.
A warm rain fell out of the window. With a soft, little thunder.