Wild Heart of a Kitsune

by Sakata Ri Houjun

AN: I have so many unfinished fics, but this was promised to Mysia Ri, a chapter of this fic for each chapter of one of hers. This was originally an RP between us, so you can see why she's rather anxious to have this transformed as a fic. There's two other parts coming up, including a late night lemon.

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Japan has always been shrouded in legends, of tales and stories of wonderous creatures who have exsisted long before man even could record time. Spirits and lesser gods who walked among mortals, harmoniously in tune with nature, created not of flesh and blood but of supernatural energy. They were soulless creatures, for they were immortal and therefore had no higher plane of exsistance to ascend to. However, as the advent of man continued to grow stonger, belief and fear became lost within logic and technology and these spirits started dying, fading from exsistance entirely. So few remained, hiding deep within scantuaries protected with ancient magic.

Crouching along the border of his own sanctuary, a blue shadow watched a readheaded figure with unblinking crimson eyes. For countless centuries he had witnessed the decline of all magic, the artifical creations of man killing off his kind until he remained, one of the few, subsisting off of what travelers came into his territory. And after observing a mortal who was oblivious to his presence, he felt ready to pounce, ready to restore some of his waning power.

In ancient times past, magic was abundant and his burrow filled with the natural flowing lifeforce found withing all living creatures. Only when he felt threatened was he forced to borrow ki from a hapless mortal, taking on the appearance of what they percieved to be attractive. Though this blue-furred creature had no real gender, like all his kindred, he could assume a beautiful male countenance by drawing upon the last of his waning power. Slowly he transformed, blue fur melting away into smooth alabaster skin, face sculpted with finely chisled features, a flowing tail of cerulean hair tapering down his back, lengthy bangs whisping across his dark eyes. The once-kitsune looked down at himself, noting with mild curiousity that he was nude before forming clothing, similar to what his intended prey wore save for the color scheme, his buttoned-down shirt of an earthen tone of cream over kahki slacks, a pair of simple sandals on his slender feet. He smiled, pleased with the transformation before venturing outside the fronds towards the redhead.

The prey in question, a young man who went by the name of Genrou, looked to see the city of Tokyo in the distance where it glowed in the dimming light. It would be night in a couple of hours, but he was enjoying his one day off to relax and get back to nature. He would head back to his car in an hour, but for now, he was enjoying the scenery, having always felt more at home in nature, especially in the mountains. He streatched his back a bit, sighing as it cracked softly, and then leaned back against a tree, his amber eyes sliding closed for a moment, listening to the wind blowing through the leaves before opening them again. He slowly looked around, taking in as much as possible of his peaceful surroundings.

It wasn't often he had a full day off, not since his skills as a photographer became more in demand. Barely 25 and he was already susscessful. Genrou had idly thought about bringing his camera along with him during this small excursion, but he wanted to savor this wonderous stretch of wooded greenery, locking the sight of a stunning crimson sunset within his memories. Idly he brushed a stray leaf off his black denim jacket, which was partially closed over a white shirt, his lean legs covered by a pair of jeans and tucked into shin-length black boots, perfect for hiking. He ran his fingers through his feiry hair, yawning deeply, not even noticing the approch of his hunter.

The kitsune lifted his lips in a predatory grin, flashing sharp, lupine teeth. Although he could have approached quietly, employing his true instincts as a forest spirit, the newly formed man purposefully stepped on a dry twig, halting mid-step at the echoing snap, his face taking on an instant expression of shock.

Genrou blinked and turned his attention to where the sudden sound had come from and felt his heart skip a few beats at the sight he was presented with. He swallowed, adams apple bobbling, before rising quickly. Even though a pleased smile slipped across his lips and he could feel his face burning as he pushed away from the tree, he still wished to determine if the man was a friend or foe. "Who're you?"

Falling seemlessly into his usual act, one that worked for hundred of years, the kitsune blushed a little, looking away rather demurely. "Sumasen, My name is Chichiri and I seem to be lost, no da..." He covered his face with his hands as his voice died away. "Gods, this is embarassing..."

The redhead's heart melted at the sight of the forelorn man and he strode over, covering the distance between them, resisting the urge to take him into his arms. "Hey...it's ok. Where're you from? My car ain't far from here. Maybe I could...give you a lift?"

Chichiri ran a hand through his blue bangs, pushing them away from his face, mahogany eyes flickering up to galnce at the redhead. "It's rather far... I don't want you to go out of your way just for me, no da..."

Genrou shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping. "Nah, I can't go an' leave ya out here. How'd you get out here anyway?"

The cerulean-haired individual shruged his shoulders a little, hands falling away from his face, releasing the errent strands he had been trying to tame. "I thought about just escaping the city, coming out here for a lttle breather...but..." He :sighed sadly, looking down and frowning.

"Well...if you're from too far...you could come crash at my place for the night. Ya should be able to catch a train in the morning or something," the redhead offered, flashing his own set of elongated canines at Chichiri.

He found himself smiling back at Genrou, eyes flashing with a promise of hope. "Hontou ne?" Chichiri blushed and looked away at the sudden outburst, not even trying to hide his embarassment. "I-I mean..."

Ardently, the redhead prayed to whatever gods exsisted that the enticing stranger before him couldn't tell he was more aroused than he had ever been before in his life as he offered his hand. "Of course you can stay. I live alone, so there's plenty of room. The name's Genrou Kou."

Very shyly, Chichiri took his hand, still blushing a deep shade of crimson. "I think I already told you my name, no da..."

Genrou nodded, gently giving the smaller man's hand a squeeze. "Chichiri, right? Well, come on, then. My car's not too far from here." With his head, he made a motion towards a trail off to his right. With another grin and an attempt to try and calm his body down Genrou began walking towards his car, but found that his eyes keep straying to the mysterious man beside him. In all honesty, he wanted to jump Chichiri right then and there, but immediately pushed the thought away, telling himself that this man wasn't interested.

Unfortunately, it wasn't working. "So..Chichiri...what do you do for a livng?" he asked softly, wondering if the blue-haired stranger minded the fact that he still held his hand.

"A historian of sorts, no da. I've been studying Japan's hitsoric changes for a while now." Chichiri scooted closer to the redhead, smiling up at him. "What about you, no da?" The kitsune mentally noted to himself how well his appearance had affected Genrou, hoping that it would all go to plan.

Genrou nearly tripped at the closeness of Chichiri, but managed to catch himself quickly, laughing off his bout of clumsiness. "Ah...well...nothing special..really...I'm a photographer for a local Tokyo newspaper."

"Careful, no da. Wouldn't do for you to get hurt, na no da." Chichiri cautioned, tightening his hold and laying his hand against the redhead's arm.

Though he could feel goosebumps prickling on his skin from the contact, Genrou forced himself to breath normally. "Yeah...thanks..." He fumbled around in his jacket pocket, searching for his keys. "Well..it's about an hour drive...you ok with that?"

Chichiri nodded in agreement. "Though I think I might accidentally fall asleep; I've been walking all day, no da..." He yawned to puncuate his sentence as he leaned against the redhead's shoulder.

Genrou bit his lip a bit a little too hard, trying to keep from making a sound, one sharp fang drawing blood, but he ignored it. "That's ok...I'll just have to keep the music down, then..." He quickly unlocked the passenger door on his car, helping the lithe man in.

The kitsune smiled at him as he slowly extracted himself from the redhead's side, settling into the seat and buckling himself in. though he was an ancient spirit he had quickly adapted to modern life and all the small tidbits that allowed him to blend in seemlessly. "I could always use your shoulder for a pillow, no da," he added playfully, winking at him.

Genrou's lips began quivering as he tried to keep his grin from turning into something hentai. "Ya could do that...I don't mind a bit." He closed the door, moving to the driver's side and taking a few deep breaths before reaching across and buckling himself in. He slipped the key into the ignition, turning it quickly and settling into his seat, his hand twisting the volume knob to the left, dropping the bass of his music CD before it had a chance to deafen his guest.

Chichiri watched Genrou through the curtain of his bangs, one hand sliding over the dark vinyl of the seat to touch the redhead's leg lightly. "Thank you..."

The redhead blushed lightly and placed his hand over Chichiri's, noting how much smaller and more delicate those fingers seemed against his own calloused ones. "It's no trouble at all...to help out someone like you, Chichiri..."

The smaller man turned his head, staring at Genrou straight on with peircing orbs of deepest mahogany, his lips trembling faintly, his face flushed prettily. "If there's anything I can do to thank you..."

"Well..." Genrou quickly shook his head. "I suppose... Will ya let me...take you....out to dinner? I know a good little resteraunt and...ya must be hungry..."

Chichiri blinked disbelivingly before his face melted into a beautiful smile, giving Tasuki's leg a tiny squeeze. "I'd...like that...very much..."

The redhead grinned happily as he shifted his car into drive, pressing the accelorator gently and directing the vehicle onto the narrow winding road. The cerulean-haired man hesitantly started to move his hand, but then decided to leave it there, thumb absently brushing against the demin along his leg. "I thought I'd run into a bear before meeting somone as kind and sweet as you, no da."

Genrou chuckled, sliding one arm around his passenger, pulling him against his shoulder and holding him there tightly. "Happy to oblige, Chiri."

"I'm very lucky, no da..." he sighed softly, settling against his shoulder.

"So am I," Genrou returned quietly.

The kitsune lifted his hand, gently tracing a circle along the redhead's chest. "Perhaps we're both lucky, no da?"

The grinning redhead nodded, taking in the other man's scent as he drove, his cheek nuzzling against the soft cerulean hair. "Ne, Chichiri...you in the mood for anything in particular tonight?"

Chichiri humemed quietly with the music that played as he thought, sill tracing idle circles. "Takeout, no da?" he suggested innocently.

"What kind though? There're a lot a resteraunts in Tokyo," he questioned back, unfazed by the smaller man's answer.

Chichiri slowly lifted his head, presing his lips against the redhead's flesh that peeked from his open collar. "Whatever you're hungry for, no da..."

Genrou gulped at the feel of such a soft and pliant kiss, his pulse quickening a bit, all question as to whether or not the blue haired man was interested in him immediately pushed aside. "Er...Chinese sound good?"

"Sounds great, no da..." The kitsune returned to his original position, hand moving lower, feeling Genrou's stomach, his smile of satisfaction hidden against the jacket by his cheek. "You feel really...strong here. Do you work out, no da?"

The driver shivered a bit at the touch. "Well..gotta...keep in shape an' all, ne?"

Chichiri continued to trace his washboard stomach, feeling the abs freely through the thin cotton of his shirt unabashedly. "That you do, no da..."

Genrou returned the gesture, gently rubbing Chichiri's shoulder, his hand slowly falling to rub along his side. "What about you?"

The kitsune shrugged under the touch, shifting closer to the redhead. "I walk a lot...that's about it..." He suddenly squirmed a bit as Genrou hit a particularly ticklish spot along his ribs, a tiny yip of surprise escaping his lips.

Genrou grinned to himself, noting the spot for later. He didn't need to get too distracted while he was driving, though, since they were hitting the highway. He settled instead for simply resting his hand against the blue-haired man's slender hip. "I can tell."

Slowly, Chichiri rubbed his cheek against the dark-clad shoulder before yawning again, his eyes sliding closed. "Am I being too forward, no da?"

"I'm not stopping you, am I? yer just a bit distractin' is all," Tasuki chuckled as he held the sleeping passenger closer to his body.

"Mmmm... Okay, no da..." he murmured sleepily, the drain on his ki from the transformation finally taking its toll. Chichiri sighed contentedly before falling asleep, snuggled up against the redheaded driver, the man he knew was to be his tonight.