Disclaimer: All Star fox characters are the product of Nintendo, not me. This includes comic book characters, games characters, and unreleased characters. Any other characters are completely of my own brain.

Oh and "Arse" is product of being round a particular friend too much.

Hi hi again, I'm back!

Okay, let's start with my being shot down. I did say, in my other story that I didn't want to get shot down. Ah well, I ever specified in this one, so let's start by being annoyed at him.

Foxkong, thanks for reviewing, as this is important to me. I've been publishing for a little under 2 months now, so I haven't really got the hang of this genre yet. But you made some good points. Alright, the "Fox and Krystal falling in love" bit WASN'T the most original thing in the world, but I like to think that I've added my own twist to the "interfering brother" bit (oh, PLEASE! I made it OBVIOUS with his first line of duologue that he was Krystal's brother). You're right about the bit with Falco's attacker, and I've got a more descriptive chapter this time round, and I'm letting you see how they feel a bit more. But it's a supernatural story too. It can't be TOO mushy. If you want to see a short chapter, look at the first chapter of my other story.

Well, that's my venting done, (well, not at home, but who cares about my home life?) let's get on, shall we?

Bye byes for now,

Timid Vulpine.

Chapter 2: The Ghosts and The Love


"Dust. Dust is all that there is now,

Where there was once a peaceful planet,

And a metal comet, streaking away, I wonder how,

Technology never evolved there, I know it.

Someone must have got away,

And though I know one day we shall meet,

They must be allowed to grieve this day.

These aren't conditions in which to meet."

By Calis Drey, Grethin asteroid belt, space date 14/03/2009


Krystal rested her head on Fox's shoulder. They were wandering towards the galley after Fox had complained of being hungry. Well, he hadn't. His stomach had, resulting in a brief fit of hysterics from Krystal. Now they were walking down the hall, asking each other random questions.

Fox snuffed up a scent for the ninth time in five minuets. He didn't know quite what it was, but it was coming from Krystal and driving him nuts. In a good way. He snuffed it up eagerly, trying to place it. He thought they were Krystal's shampoo or something, until he realised that she hadn't showered yet today. It was her natural scent! Fox was stunned and aroused by her scent, feeling as if his rib cage was too small all of a sudden. He was dimly aware of something happening between his legs.

"Fox? Fox!" Krystal's voice brought him back to his reality. She smiled at him gently. "I was just asking, if you were any piece of furniture, which one would you be?"

Fox thought for a minute. "Do plumbed ones count?"

Krystal looked at him with a curious look. Huh? Plumbing? What WAS Fox playing at? "Why don't you say one without, and then one with?"

"Okay," Fox grinned "If I were any piece of YOUR furniture, unplumbed would be your bed, and plumbed would be your shower" Fox knew this was a big risk, but he knew that if this worked, she'd be flattered. On the other hand, if he didn't pull this off right, he was as good as dead. But he took the chance the Gods gave him.

Krystal blinked at him. "Um... wow? And your reason?"

Fox cuddled her in closer so she couldn't get a punch to his face if this went wrong. "Because, to you, I am undoubtedly comfy," He tapped her nose at this point, producing a giggle, "so I am the perfect bed for you. And the shower is 'cause I could help you get clean, release stress in a safe way, and see you naked, all at the same time!" He silently readied himself for a blow to the stomach.

It never came. Instead, Krystal started giggling like an innocent little school girl (something FOX would like to see in HIS lifetime). When she'd calmed down, she said, quite giddily, "Well, if it were ME being YOUR furniture, I'd be you favourite been bag chair, since you spend so much time sat in that thing, and I'd get a load of contact with that sexy thing you call an arse." She gave it a gentle pinch.

Fox smirked as his heart swelled for her again. "Kinky!"

Krystal looked thoughtful for a second. "Either that or... your toilet." Fox raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come ON Fox. Your toilet has one of those infer-red thingies that can tell when your done peeing. I'd get a great view of your junior every day."

Fox peered at her. "Junior..?" Krystal pointed between his legs. "Ahh, I get it." He smiled at this new information on the vixen's personality. "Well, you'd probably see more in the morning. Things always seem to move slower then..."

Krystal giggled. "You know, all this toilet-talk has made me need to use one. Do you mind if I..."

Fox smiled (at politeness more than anything else) and released her. "No, not at all. Go on before you have an accident!"

Krystal smiled and dodged into a hallway toilet, Fox waited outside, and an invisible figure, only seen by Krystal, snuck in through the closed door.


As soon as Krystal locked the door she turned and hissed, "Ruby, come out, NOW!"

After a few seconds hesitation, the young ghost faded up from nothing. First came supple, leather, knee-high boots, then her furry red legs, then the skirt (a little longer the one Krystal was wearing and without the slits) covering feminine curves, then the bare red stomach with a white rose birthmark, then the small white tank top with a small crystal necklace, then a fluffy vixen tail, and then the red arms with simple armour over the forearms. Finally came a young, elegant, anxious face with medium-long hair in a plat. Put it all together, you had Krystal's sixteen-year-old sister, Ruby.

Krystal was truly pissed off, but she kept her voice down. She didn't want Fox to start thinking she was insane. She cared too much about getting him as her mate for that to happen. "What the HELL is WRONG with you!?"

Ruby pulled a cute, innocent face. "I don't know what you mean." She spoke at normal volume. Of course, Fox wouldn't be able to hear her unless he had a skill like Krystal's, even if Ruby screamed at the top of her lungs.

This just irritated Krystal more. "Oh yes you bloody well DO!" She grabbed her sister's arm and pinched, hard. She didn't draw blood though. She couldn't "Following me and Fox around, whispering in my ear, 'kiss him', and 'pinch his arse', and 'pull his tail', like I'm some bloody dog!"

"OW! I don't say 'arse', I say 'ass! And it was just advice! And you DID pinch his ass! And..."

"I don't give a crap! If I took all your advice, Fox would drop me like the hot end of a branding iron! Ruby, I don't need this!" Krystal paused. She was still speaking quietly, but she was close to tears. She removed her nails from her sister's arm. "Please Ruby, I care for him, I love him, and I need to have a relationship on my own."

Ruby smiled sympathetically. "Of course, Krys. You can do this. On your own." She embraced her sister. "I love you. NEVER forget that. We all love you." Krystal returned the embrace. She was sorry she'd lain a hand on her sister.


In the hallway with Fox.

Fox waited patiently for Krystal. Since he had nothing better to do, he wondered where the HELL Falco was. Fox decided that the avian was either still asleep or down in the launch bay. The vulpine wasn't really that BOTHERED, but he needed to pass the time SOMEHOW.

Suddenly, a feminine voice chimed, "So, how do you think it's going? With Krystal, I mean."

Fox span round. Standing there, curious expression on her muzzle, was a tabby feline. But instead of the normal varied shades of grey, she was red, orange and yellow. She was dressed in something similar to Krystal, but she had felt shoes instead of sandals, and her shoulder pads reached over her armpits.

Fox snarled quietly. "How the HELL did you get in here?!" He wanted to grab his blaster, but he didn't have it with him.

The feline showed her palms to him. "That doesn't matter right now. What does matter is that my name's Flare, and I'm a good friend of Krystal. So," She grinned slyly at him, "how, do you, think, it's going?"

Fox looked at her. Flare? He thought Krystal had mentioned the name. He wasn't sure. But Flare seemed harmless enough, so he let his guard down a little. "I think she's warming to me, not totally sure, but I think we can make this work."

Flare's smile turned cheerful. "That's absolutely bloody BRILLIANT!" Her expression then turned urgent. "Now listen to me. It is CRUCIAL that you do NOT tell Krystal that you saw me. Don't ask why, I won't answer, just PLEASE," She gripped his arm tightly, making him wince, "You CAN'T tell her. Please."

Fox regarded Flare's pleading, desperate expression and said "Uh... O-Okay." He jerked round as the toilet flushed. Krystal had finished in the toilet already. He was dimly aware of Flare releasing his arm. When he looked back, she was gone, and Krystal was joining him.

A store room on the Great Fox

The door was locked. It had been that way for a few months. This didn't bother Flare, as she walked STRAIGHT through the wall. She looked back at the part of the wall she'd just walked through and smiled. Not a mark there, as usual. Having been dead for just under a year now, nothing much bothered her any more, but she just COULDN'T get over how COOL that was! The feline turned to see Ruby sat looking thoughtfully at the packing case that was her seat. Flare sat on one next to it.

"Where is HE?" Flare inquired, referring to the third and final member of their little un-dead party. She didn't care, she was just being polite.

"Haven't the foggiest." Ruby replied, kicking her heels against the packing case which was, incidentally, filled with sweet foods such as shortbread, chocolate, fudge and more. Ruby longed for a crowbar. Just 'cause she was dead didn't mean she couldn't eat, and Ruby LOVED sugary foods.

Just then, the Green Vulpine stepped through a nearby wall. "I'm right here. You weren't worried, were you Flare?" Flare simply ignored him.

Ruby was a tad more courteous to her elder brother. "Hello, Emerald. Off bothering the living again?" This was answered by Emerald pointing his middle finger at her, then at the ceiling, causing her to giggle. She examined him out of the corner of her eye as he leaned, sulking, against a nearby wall.

He looked like a male version of Krystal, except he was green (duh!), his hair was half as long and twice as messy, he had a light scar down one side of his face, and their family symbol (the white rose that all three were born with) was on his neck not on his hip. To Ruby, the twins looked so alike it was creepy.

Emerald was wearing what he had died in: light body armour on his arms, back and chest, a pair of light shorts, a leather headband with a small crystal set in the centre, a small ruby necklace and leather boots (much like the ones Ruby was wearing). Most women would say he looked rugged and handsome. His mother would say he looked scruffy.

Flare peered at the heel of one of the boots. She thought she saw something. Blue feathers? She couldn't be sure. It could be anything in this light. She couldn't be sure...

Galley on the Great Fox.

Fox sat back, his stomach feeling fit to burst. Krystal had cooked. Gods, Fox had never even GUESSED that she was SUCH a good COOK. He let out a contented sigh as Krystal made her way round the table and sat on his lap. She was very light and elegant to say the least.

Gently, she began scratching him behind the ear. "So, what do you think. Am I a good cook or what?" she cooed in his ear as she looped her spare arm around his shoulders. She moved her chest towards him a few centimetres.

Fox noticed this with a slight smile. He let out another contented sigh as he looped an arm around her waist. "I think I'm hooked." Krystal's hand stopped scratching behind his ears and scratched his belly instead. Fox's ear twitched in bliss and gave a small moan of pleasure. "Yup, my second biggest addiction: your cooking." He cuddled her in, feeling content.

Krystal pushed back a little from him, a puzzled expression on her muzzle. "Only second?"

"Yup!"

"Well, what's first?"

Fox smiled. He'd been watching her face the whole way through, and he found the way her nose wriggled whilst she talked irresistibly sweet. "You should KNOW this one, Krystal." He tickled her bare stomach, producing a small round of giggles. "It's YOU."

Krystal stopped smiling. She wasn't expecting that. She looked down and smiled quietly and blinked back tears of joy. "Oh..." She looked up again.

Their eyes met. Fox's heart felt to big again. Krystal felt the same. Their lips tingled. They leaned towards each other. Their eyes closed. Their lips met. Their hearts sang.

AUTHOR'S INPUT: Hi hi again.

Mushy enough for everyone? Sorry about leaving Falco in a tight spot and not mentioning him. But, if you do feel like that, re-read the bit in the store room.

I was aiming to get this out on Friday, but I've had a BIG production in Drama, I didn't manage my time properly, and, on top of all that, I've had a friend over. So, I had him put in what I'd like to call: EDITORS INPUT. But not yet.

One thing my friend (who shall remain nameless for the time being) asked about is saying "Gods" instead of "God". In my fan fictions, there is multiple Gods with a capital "G".

So, without further ado, (spell checked after, but not changed):

EDITORS INPUT: Very good and well written, considering all the interruptions, mentioned and not.

I find it a cliffhanger waiting to find out what happened to Falco. Oh, I myself will be(hopefully) writing my own fan fictions. I would tell you my Author name, but I can't remember it at the moment. So, be gentle and review this masterpiece. Biyoyoyon.

This is Timid Vulpine, back from playing Halo 2. Honestly, I'm CRAP as HELL at it! The Editor (a.k.a my friend) is playing as my profile, and he's MUCH better at it.

Well, that's all I can think of, other than this is 5 pages long or 2697 words, but don't go expecting that from me all the time. So it's... whatever the smeg The Editor finished with means... from The Editor, and it's

Bye byes from me,

Timid Vulpine.