Love's Twin Tails
Chapter 1: Confuse Occurrences
As beam of bright sunshine flowed in from the window it warmed the small two tailed fox from his slumber. Opening his sky blue eyes, he slowly and drowsily inched his view to the digital red numbers marking the face of his black alarm clock; It struck 10:42 a.m. Tails yawned, stretching himself in a cute manner and rose to his feet. His small toes grasped the soft carpet that covered his bedroom floor like a blanket. He put on his gloves, socks and red shoes, with the white front halves. Neatly stretching the covers on his bed, he proceeded into the restroom to take care of his hygiene.
When he emerged from the lavatory he heard his belly rumble with ferociousness.
"Oh man," he said, while rubbing his groaning tummy, "I don't think I ate a decent dinner last night…"
Tails tried to think of what he did the night before, but everything seemed like a hazy dream. He could only remember bits and pieces, as if yesterday was a broken porcelain vase. This troubled him but his hunger was growing too much to dwindle on such things, and so, he decided it wasn't much of a big deal. Tails went to his fridge and looked for something sumptuous to satisfy his hunger.
"Hmm... bread, mayo," he listed, almost impassively, "some beans, and a weird lump of something."
He takes the lump and sniffs it, making a face as if he'd just savored a sour lime.
"A rolled up ball of pancakes with mustard and... fish!?" he exclaimed, dumbfounded as to why he would even find something like this in his fridge, "What the heck did I do last night!?"
Tails sat there, puzzled, trying to remember why he had such a weird combo of food in his fridge all rolled up into one nasty ball but soon his hunger called to him yet again like a wolf yearning for the moon.
"I need to go buy more groceries," mumbles the little fox with tone of defeat, lowering his head, "but for now I'll go to Sonic's house, just to see what he's up to..."
Tails gets up and shuts the fridge, putting on a cheeky little smile.
"Maybe he's eating breakfast!" he beams excitedly, rubbing his hungry round belly. Tails gleefully walks to his door and begins to rush off in the direction of Sonic's house, eager to see his closest friend.
The carefree blue speedster known as Sonic the Hedgehog wakes up on his old, tattered leather couch. He finds the pale, yellow front door of his cozy home wide open, letting the cool crisp and gentle morning breeze flow in to caress his face.
"W-What?" mumbled Sonic, half asleep and rubbing his eyes for a clear view. "Why is it so drafty in here?"
He yawns, sitting upright on his warm couch, trying to get into his fully awake state but his brain was almost like an old computer starting up. He sluggishly gazes towards the direction of the wind and soon realizes that his door is wide open! His house would have been an easy target for thieves who might want to plunder his precious belongings while he was asleep. Sonic's mind finally catches up to the idea and he stands up, quickly peering around his home, rushing from room to room.
"Well," He sighs in relief, stopping at his front door and catching his breath from the slight scare, "everything is just as I left it."
Sonic firmly shuts the pale front door exhaling a small arid sigh of relief, satisfied but still confused; he wonders about last night's events, which he can't seem to fully compute.
That's funny, thought Sonic; I would never just leave the door to my home wide open. Sonic tried to remember last night's events but for all his efforts he couldn't come up with anything.
Gruuurrrgle~
The hedgehog is pulled away from his puzzled thoughts by the groaning of his unsatisfied stomach. He decides it's not worth his time to keep worrying about the night before and shrugs it off, walking into his kitchen.
Grabbing some bread, cheese and other ingredients, he makes himself a high piled sandwich, just the way he likes it. He sits at the table, gazing at his glorious creation. Sonic opens his mouth wide, eagerly waiting to taste his delicious food while building up the moment, inching the sandwich ever so closely to his mouth. Yet, before he can complete his first bite, he hears a voice calling to him.
"Sonic!" rang an all too familiar tone in his ears. "Hey Sonic! You awake!?" It was his best friend Tails.
Sonic's lips turn into a genial smile. He rushes to the window, opening it to greet Tails with the most enthusiastic voice, waving his hand out to him.
"Hey there, Tails!"
The little fox waves back to the blue hedgehog, still a distance away. Sonic then opens the door and waits for the kit to enter his domain. As Tails walks through the door Sonic can't help but wrap an arm around Tails' warm soft body and ruffle the fur on his head, causing the fox to giggle and sprout a subtle pink blush across his cheeks.
Sonic starts walking to his sturdy mahogany table, setting the little fox free from his warm grasp as he pulls up a chair for him. They both sit down, one across the other.
"So what's up, buddy?" asks Sonic, letting his mouth open wide to enjoy a bite of his delectable sandwich, but once again, he stops himself. He sees the little shy fox sitting there, unconsciously gazing at his food.
"Hey Tails," hints Sonic in a warm soft voice, "I don't think I can finish this, you want half? I'm not that hungry..."
Tails awoke from his hypnotized gaze, blinking his eyes and shaking his head a bit. He knew Sonic could eat that sandwich in one gulp but he also knew that Sonic was just looking out for him.
"S-Sure thing!" Tails replied, smiling sheepishly, letting Sonic's kindness embrace the moment.
Tails jumps to his feet; walking over to Sonic's kitchen drawers he begins to rummage through them, searching for a good knife. Sonic gleefully watched Tails looking through his silverware, the sun peering in through the kitchen windows was making the intelligent fox glow with a certain aura of warmth and innocence.
The sunshine sure makes Tail's fur gleam, thought Sonic to himself, he's pretty cute... Wait! Did I just think that!? Well, Tails is cute it's a simple fact and it's not strange for me to say it, right?
Sonic makes a slight puzzled face while thinking to himself, but quickly tries to recapture his cool demeanor once more.
He is cute, restates Sonic in his mind, There, see? I said it, no sweat. A sudden feeling of warmth and delight began to wrap his body in thinking these things. The blue hedgehog concealed it all, behind his easy-going smirk.
"I found a good one!" Tails exclaimed, pulling Sonic back from his private thoughts, as he holds a knife and two plates. "You should really get some new utensils…" says Tails giggling lightly.
Tails sits back down on the sturdy wooden chair; he hungrily cuts the sandwich in half and gives one part to Sonic.
"Hey Tails," asks Sonic, grabbing his sandwich half, "You wanna know something strange?" His eyebrows arch in a juxtaposed manner.
Sonic finds himself looking at Tails' cute little mannerisms as he eats; the fox's ears wiggled with delight upon taking the first bite. The hedgehog smiled, waiting for his response.
"Sure thing..." answers Tails between mouthfuls of sandwichy goodness, not even noticing that Sonic was gazing at him.
"I woke up this morning on my couch," continues Sonic, gesticulating a wide open space with his arms, "and the door was wide open! Luckily no one but me entered the house... I think." supposed Sonic, with a hint of confusion on his face, but looking back to his sandwich he finally takes that much awaited delicious first bite.
"A strange thing happened to me too!" Confessed Tails a bit in awe, gently licking his muzzle for any crumbs before continuing. "I woke up and there was a ball of pancakes with butter, mustard and fish in my fridge!"
The little fox makes a face of disgust, but that soon goes away as he takes the final bite of his sandwich.
"I wonder what happened last night." inquired the Blue Hedgehog, twitching his left, triangle-shaped ear as he tries to recapture last night's events, yet everything still seemed like a missing file on his hard drive.
I woke up, thought Tails to himself, ate breakfast and went to the store to buy materials so I could build something. It was... a present! A present, for who?
Then, as if a bolt of electricity had sparked the light bulb in his brain, he suddenly remembered something.
"Sonic!" said Tails excitedly, "I know what happened! We went to Amy's birthday party!"
Sonic takes the last bite of his sandwich and softly rubs his chin with his index finger.
"Hmm…" he ponders a bit on Tails' avowal as he chews, then gets up to wash the knife. A memory starts forming in his head like an old work of art being restored. "That's right. We did!" he finally acknowledges the fox's claim, drying the knife and putting it away.
"I wonder what Knuckles put in those drinks?" questioned Tails, walking over to wash the navy-blue, ceramic, glossy plates.
"Never drink punch when ole' Knuckle-head makes it..." replied Sonic with a small frown, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter, next to the gentle boy fox, as he dries the first washed plate.
"Sonic, I think we better go see if the others are ok," states Tails in concern, taking the cloth from Sonic to dry his plate.
"You're probably right," replies Sonic, with a bit of hesitation, he didn't think it was much of an ordeal but he knows Tails is just worried for his friends. Knuckles' drink probably got them all in a mess!, thought the hedgehog, as he puts the dried plate away in its place and starts to dash out of his house, beckoning for his best friend to follow, "C'mon Tails!" The little fox puts away his plate and throws the drying towel on the counter.
"Alright, Sonic, I'm coming!" yelled Tails, spinning his beautiful fluffy tails in synchronicity, as always, following his beloved friend.
As Tails followed Sonic, he tried to remember everything from last night, he felt as if there was an important piece of the memory puzzle that was missing. Sure enough, there was. In an instance, something hit him harder than meteorite crashing in from space. He remembered the air blowing easterly over the soft gentle warm night. The stars aligned with the dancing summer fireflies as the full moon shone brightly on him and his best friend. He recalled the two were atop a hill, between some beautiful trees. Then he remembered Sonic's lips, the way they lingered in front of his own, softly moving in until they both connected like magnets. That was the tender night where he kissed his best friend. Tails was both staggered and yet somehow elated upon remembering.
Does Sonic remember? He tensely wondered, What would he think about kissing his best friend? Fear began to creep its way into the little fox's heart.
Will Sonic still see me as his best friend after what we did?