Author's Note- Seeing as I was having trouble with my previous story, I decided to work on it later and start this! I am kind of excited about this one cause I actually have planed it out! YEAH!! GOOD ORGANIZATION!! Anyways, my senior year is coming to a close………
Here is to hoping someone doesn't mind reviewing………don't know if you like it or dislike it if you won't tell me. Suggestions and flames……you are welcome here too. Decided to give you flamers a chance, who knows, you might have a better idea of what I can do to help the overall story. So please just give a word! And thanks!
Oh………..DISCLAIMER!!
Don't own Sega or its characters, but I am on a mission to see if I can buy the copy right on Tails…… Sega's games are going down the drain anyways, and I can't stay loyal to the games anymore, so I want to save Tails from the ultimate demise. HE WILL BE MINE!! Please support my campaign!! Lol! (I am Twisted HiFox and I approve this message!)
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Chapter 1: 8 Years to the Day
'All was pretty quiet in Emerald Hill as it was getting towards the middle of winter. The tourism for the year had come to an end and most of its residents were hiding in their warm houses waiting for winter to pass. Just as the last train for the night began to take off, the last tourist decided that the train just wasn't for him. If you asked him, he would deny ever being a tourist. Actually, he may take the title in total offence. No, he was the ultimate roamer. He never wanted to be in the same place for long and no one could actually make him stay still for more than a few moments at a time. As was true for this particular moment in time.
Deciding that the 3 hour long train ride to Sapphire Ocean would drive him utterly insane, Sonic decided that travel by feet, though much colder than the tranquil and warm cabins in the train, was much more efficient by his standards. He ran through the hills of the Emerald Coast, admiring the rising moon and the beautiful stars that lined the sky as he ran. Yet, the longer he ran, the colder it got. Skidding to a stop, the blue blur looked for a comfortable place to rest. Spotting a small clearing close to the beach lined by the large coconut trees, the hedgehog pulled off the small pack on his back and began to make camp.
He didn't carry much with him, but he considered it enough. He had a small sleeping bag, flint for fire, a toothbrush and a fur brush, some food, a water bottle, and a small pan to cook on. He had a few other items, but they weren't the necessities of life, as he looked at it. They were mostly maps of other zones, (though he never looked at them, they were just kinda handed to him when he came to a new zone by some spectacular fan) a few notes that people gave him, and little nick-nacks that he picked up. If asked, he would have told you that he had glanced at the notes, knowing that they were meant well, but he actually didn't like the idea of being in the lime light. Yeah, fame was great and all, but when you have some crazy pink hedgehog stalking you and self-proclaiming themselves as your fiancé, things aren't so great any more.
Once he had a small fire started, he sat back on the sleeping bag to gaze at the stars, absent-mindedly eating at a bag of chips. The stars were captivating, so captivating in fact that he had barely noticed the noise of the rustling bushes behind him. Years of fighting Dr. Robotnick had taught the hedgehog to be ever vigilant in guarding his safety and he wasn't about to be caught off his guard. Without a glance towards the bushes, the hedgehog kept his ears tuned to the sounds around him. Another rustle caught his attention, and this one had not been but a few feet away. In one quick and fluid motion, Sonic turned to face his foe which was now………cowering beside a tree…
The fox kit wasn't very old, and couldn't have been in worse shape from the hedgehog's point of view. The orange fur that covered its body was matted in mud and something else, thought Sonic had a pretty good idea what it was, and it trembled uncontrollably at the hedgehog's feet; its brilliant moon blue eyes staring fearfully into the emerald ones.
He really didn't know what to think, though the fear in those eyes was unmistakable. Slowly lowering himself down to his knees, he stared at the kit with a solemn look.
"Hey there."
Sonic clearly noticed the jump the little body made when he said those words. He began to wonder whether the kid was just scared because a complete stranger nearly decided to defend themselves, or some other factor the hedgehog could not seem to grasp or understand.
"I'm not going to hurt you, you know… You just startled me a little," Sonic said with his famous lop-sided smile. Even with the words as calm as he could put them, the kit continued to shake and tremble. Then, a small sneeze issued from the young kit, and a ping of sympathy and worry washed over the normally cocky hero.
"Why are you out here at this time of night? You should be with your parents…"
…A small mumble…
"Sorry, I didn't quiet catch that little guy… What did you say?"
"Don't have any…"
"Well, who takes care of you?"
"No one……..m lost……" a tiny voice issued from the ball of fluff.
Again Sonic felt those pangs of worry, and they grew more upon closer inspection of the kit. Along with the mud, he could also clearly see some dried blood that matted the child's fur. Tilting his head slightly to his right, the hedgehog asked another question.
"Are you hungry?"
A small nod and what seemed to be an anxious lurch at the word food was enough of an answer for him. Slowly standing up, the hedgehog made his way over to the fire and motioned for the little fox to follow.
"I don't have much, but I have some chips, some sausage, and a few other things in my bag. You can have some if you want it," Sonic said with a small smile.
The kit slowly picked himself up and took his time slowly walking towards the fire. Once he felt that he was as close as he could get, the kit sat on the ground and continued to tremble.
"You don't have to worry, little guy! I promise that I am not going to hurt you. Here are my chips. I ate only a few, but you can have them."
The young fox slowly reached out for the bag like he had the fear that his hand would be cut off if he got to close to the hedgehog. Finally, he took the bag and began to waulf down the food as fast as he could.
"Hey, take it easy. You don't want to chock! Let me get you something to drink."
Sonic walked back over toward his bag and pulled out his water and gave it to the fox. The kit took the water a bit more fervently than the food and began to drink. Looking the fox over again, Sonic was caught by a sight that he thought he would never see.
"Hey, little guy…. Do you have two tails or are my eyes deceiving me?"
At those words, the fox dropped the food that he was currently eating and curled up into a small ball. Small whimpers and cries usured from the fuzzy ball.
"P..please….don't…h..hhurt…m..me…."
"Whoa…who said I was going to hurt you. I promise you I have no intention of doing that. Just take it easy," Sonic coaxed.
"B..but the….others…did"
"What do you mean?"
"The other..k..kids n mm…mommies..n…d.daddies hurt me..when..tt..they saw..my…..tails… They said…i…w.was a freak.."
"Well, I am not going to hurt you. I think they are pretty awesome!"
The little kit seemed to relax a little at those words. Uncurling just enough to see the hero clearly, the kit stared with a kind of awe in his eyes.
"Y.you mean it?"
"Of course! Now, how about you tell me your name? I am Sonic… Sonic the Hedgehog… and you are?" Sonic asked with his famous lop-sided grin.
"… m Miles Prower.."
"Miles huh,… That is more like an office name………hmm… you need a nick name…"
"A nick-name….why?" the kit asked with complete wonder. He had fully uncurled to look at the hedgehog.
"Well, I don't like Miles, and I cant call you that if I don't like it…hmmm…. What about Tails?"
"Hehe… I like it…."
Sonic woke up to find himself in his bed. He never knew he could have a dream like that. The dream had been so vivid… so perfect in every detail. It had been after that moment in time that he had taken the kit with him to find him a home, but found that he had become too attached to the kit to let him go. Sitting up, he looked around the room.
'Eight years to the day today'
It had been ironic how he had this dream on this particular night. The moon was shining bright outside and the light left shadows lingering in his room. Tonight was exactly eight years after the night he found Tails. At the time, the fox had only been four and barely able to care for himself. Now he was a mecha mechanic who could almost build anything. It was kind of scary… but Sonic could never ask for any other brother.
Standing up and grabbing a blanket, the hero exited his room. Being in the middle of February, the weather had become quiet cold and a soft blanket of snow covered the ground. Walking down the hallway, Sonic stopped at an open door and peaked in.
Tails was sleeping quiet comfortably in his bed; curled up as tight as his small body would let him in his soft covers, snoring slightly.
"Sleep tight bro.," and with that, Sonic went into the kitchen.
Alrighty guys! First Chapter is done!! Well, I may update slow, but I am trying. This is just a mushy chapter, but I can't help it! I love the stories that involve how these two met!... I can't stand Sega's version as it is! ……. Anyways, I will be sending up the next chapter as soon as possible!!
Thanks for reading!!
Later!