((Yay. My second fanfic. Enjoy. Oh, and I don't claim the Sonic Characters. And - No OCs! Yeah!))

It was complete darkness in the forest of Mystic Ruins. The night was fairly warm, like expected, as it was very late spring, and was nothing was easily seen.

As it was, it was the best time to walk - if it were safe, at that forethought.

Two white tipped orange tails swished about as a four year old kitsune strode cautiously through the forest, sky blue eyes glancing around constantly. Even if he was a fox anthromorph, it was still hard to see with the canopy of leaves blocking all possible light.

So, it was safe to say that he had absolutely no idea that he was being followed by a certain someone…

Miles' ears pricked as he was pretty sure he had heard someone or something, and the wind was being moved unnaturally.

What…?

The leaves were still blowing from the wind, and the kitsune glanced over both shoulders.

There was no one.

From the view of the red plane, a blue hedgehog was able to look through the thick blanket of leaves. He was flying fairly low, for a change, and while he still felt impatient and eager to do something other than fly in the sky, and even then… he was intrigued, believe it or not.

Well, wasn't he always?

Keeping the Tornado straight and hopefully in a position to where it wouldn't crash into something, the eleven year old hedgehog's thoughts were wandering in millions of places at once, distracting him from doing what he was supposed to be doing.

Suddenly, the plane shook, and if the plane hadn't suddenly plummeted from the sky, Sonic probably would've cursed loud enough for someone a mile away to hear.

Instead, he muttered under his remaining breath, "Shoot!"

And with that, his vision had barely blacked out.

However, since he had almost passed out from the loss of oxygen and possibly some other reasons that he didn't want to find out. Rolling his eyes and cursing under his breath again, Sonic looked back at the Tornado and dashed off.

…dang. Stupid crash-landing.

The orange fox had ducked into a fetal position when he had heard the crash, and was literally scared out of his wits. After a few seconds, he uncurled from his position and glanced around. Surprisingly, there was nothing left from the little… accident, Miles supposed. However, he did see a flash of red. Immediately, the kitsune went rigid.

Red meant danger, and obviously this… thing had it written all over it.

However, being the four year old he was, Miles dashed as fast as he could over to the red object.

He was absolutely amazed by the sight. It was a plane, all worn and chipped. Smoke was coming from where the engine was, and oil was dripping onto the ground. The lower body of the plane was dented, and the paint was chipping off as the two tailed fox scanned it with his sky blue eyes.

Who just leaves a damaged plane here for good? He thought irritably, ears twitching, and he quickly set to work.

Sonic was just about to trounce the orange kitsune he saw before him as he hid up in a tree, spying on the four year old. However, he was extremely confused. He suppressed a snort of amusement, which ended up sounding like as if someone were sneezing.

Oops. Shouldn't have done that. Blew my cover.

Though it appeared that the kitsune was not aware, and he had kept on working.

The blue hedgehog was actually amazed. For a four year old, he certainly knew about planes, that was for sure. He felt himself tense up, and he cursed in his mind. And right at that moment, he had slipped up once again that day and had fallen somewhat gracefully backwards onto the ground. He landed with a loud crack and thud, before sitting up and rubbing the back of his spiny head.

Now, that got the orange kitsune's attention, and the fox cringed. Sonic looked at the finished plane, and then at the fox. He noted that the fox had two tails, and tried to not stare at them.

It was fairly obvious that it was a birth anomaly.

"W-who are you?" The male fox asked nervously.

Sonic looked him over again. It was also obvious that the kid didn't have parents - or if he did, that they sure didn't take good care of him. The kitsune was abnormally thin, his fur unkempt, except for his muzzle and belly fur, and sky blue eyes were dull - possibly due to his conditions. His gloves were gray and torn, and his shoes that were red and white were battered and close to falling apart. He had three bangs of fur on his forehead that were still fairly short, since he was so young.

How the heck is he still alive? That's the question here…

He decided that he'd wing the fox's question.

"That's not necessarily important. Why are you here and why did you fix my plane?" He questioned.

Pupils of sky blue irises widened, and a whimper escaped the orange kitsune's throat.

"I- sorry…"

Sonic blinked.

Yep. Either bad parenting or he's an orphan.

"Hey now… it's alright, little bro…" He murmured to the fox, putting a gloved hand on the four year old fox's shoulder, trying his best to comfort him.

The fox flinched away from Sonic's touch.

"Who are you?" He asked a bit more defiantly.

"Sonic. Sonic the hedgehog," Sonic replied coolly.

"Then what are you doing here with some sort of freak?!"

Sonic kept himself from narrowing his pupils.

"Freak? Believe me, the second tail's helpful."

"How do you know?"

The blue hedgehog sighed.

"Never mind that. Who are you?"

"…Miles Prower."

Sonic blinked, and understood.

"Don't like the name?"

Now it was Miles' turn to be surprised.

"Wha- yes…" He replied, looking ashamed.

"Hey, hey, it's okay… what about the name Tails?"

The newly named fox didn't reply, he just looked at Sonic. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak.

"I like it."

Sonic grinned.

"Come with me!"

"…what?"

"C'mon!" Sonic exclaimed, and scooped Tails up, who was now extremely surprised.

"H-hey! What're you doing?!"

"Just wait and see. Wanna see real speed?"

Without waiting for a reply, Sonic dashed off.