2 months later . . .
My name is Harly. I was born in 1999, and I'm thirteen years old, and I really wish that I was the same as everyone else.
My Fox-ears and tail have made me the joke of both my neighborhood, and my school; aside from a few guys on the side considering me cute and straight out calling me: "Foxy-mama" (I don't really like it, but it beats other names that I've been given (Which I will not list on this page)), it could be worse; but I'm trying not to worry about it. Besides, I've almost fit in to my society . . .
My mom doesn't really care about me; she treats me with a kind of neglect you'd give an annoying dog, on a hot day. As for my dad . . .
I don't fully remember how he used to treat me, but I do remember that he wasn't really mean to me, like everyone else is. All I remember of him is a vague image of his face and an even more vague feeling of him cradling me in his arms. I sometimes dream about it . . . and it makes me feel safer at night.
But moving away from that, I would say that my school life is fairly average, aside from the bullying, and the lack of attention from the student body and teachers, I try not to let anything get me down, but it would be nice if people would take the time to get to know me.
Of course, this wasn't something that I thought would happen, until a few days ago,
It seemed that I was somehow being hand-cuffed to a lamp post by the school bullies . . . it's too embarrassing for me to elaborate on, but I will say that I was really pissed off at the people who had done this to me; I also wanted to know how I'd gotten there, since it was like a jump cut from a high school film project.
Funny enough; after I was cuffed up to the lamp post, I saw that there was one guy standing behind the rest of the gang. He was tall enough for me to see over the crowd around me, and he was holding a very large camera with an equally sized microphone mounted on the front. It looked like a news reporter's filming camera.
I wanted to know how some junior high student could've gotten a camera like that. As far as I was aware, this specific one was very expensive.
Anyhow, I was being poked with switchblades; my hair, ears, and tail were being pulled; and everyone was laughing their asses off. I felt very embarrassed, and sad. I wanted all of it to stop; but that wasn't really going to happen. Really, it could only get worse from this point on.
The Gang leader stepped forwards; she was at least sixteen years old, wore cake-face makeup, and was holding a switchblade in her right hand; she looked very disgusting from where I stood.
"Okay then, let's make this sexier."
She said, and she stepped towards the lamp post and stood behind me; then she grabbed my pants and started pulling them downwards, I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst.
Then . . .
*Crash! *
*Thud! *
*Bang! *
Everyone suddenly jumped as those sounds rang out; the camera man's lights were completely put out and he lay on the ground, bleeding from his forehead. Standing behind him was an even taller person with long brown hair, deep blue eyes and tanned skin. He didn't look very happy.
"Hey, Fuck-face! Th'Hell's yer problem?!"
"That camera costs a lot, man"
"How're you gonna pay fer it, huh?"
Three of the members were upset that the camera was so badly damaged, but the man didn't seem to care. He simply turned to face us, his blue eyes seemed to reach down into my soul; all the while, the only thing I could think was that I knew this person, somehow.
The man, meanwhile, paid no attention to the three people talking to him, and walked over to the lamp post; the gang leader simply pointed her switchblade at him, and shouted:
"Get him! Make sure he can't stand up after you're done!"
The rest of the gang rushed forwards with their blades. I wanted to scream, and tell this person to leave, but I couldn't find my voice. So, I closed my eyes again; the next thing that I knew, I heard the sound of thrown punches, and the sound of bodies dropping.
At last I opened my eyes and stared, every one of his attackers had been taken down, the man flexed his wrist and cracked every one of the knuckles in his right hand
The Gang-leader was beyond pissed at this point; and she stood firmly in front of the man, with her blade at the ready. I was excited, this was the first time that someone had fought for my sake, and he was that determined to win.
The Gang leader thrust the knife at him, only to get turned around and stuck in a Master-lock, which she managed to get out of. Finally, she seemed to realize that she was out of her element, and turned back in front of me, she couldn't run the other way and run without climbing up the wall, which she couldn't really do since she was wearing high heel shoes.
She was still getting her thoughts together when . . .
*Thud! *
His fist landed squarely between her nose bridge and forehead, he shook his hand as the Gang leader lurched backwards, then he rushed forwards and punched hard her in the stomach using his left hand. The Gang leader groaned as she fell to her knees, tilted to the right and hit the ground.
I could only stare at the scene in front of me: the whole 'bullying' gang from my Junior High School was taken out by one guy, the gang always seemed so untouchable, until now; looking at him now, I wasn't even sure that he had that kind of strength, he was lanky and tall, his long brown hair was draped over his left shoulder in a ponytail, he wore a trench coat, and a hoodie underneath.
He looked shifty, I wasn't sure of what to think when I saw that he wasn't smiling even after winning the fight. Finally, he pulled his hood down, and then I understood why it felt like I knew him from somewhere; his features weren't "normal" by any standard; he had the ears and tail of a wolf, and he looked sympathetically at me.
He strode forwards and found the keys to the handcuffs in the pocket of the Gang leader; as he undid the cuffs, I could see his face a lot clearer, and I realized that it reminded me of my Dad, his face was similar, only my father was shorter and more built up. He said nothing as he took the cuffs off of my wrists and he held them by the chain.
He looked over to the Gang leader, put her hands behind her back and tightened the cuffs around her wrists, then, he pondered where to put the key.
"U-uhm . . .? Excuse me, m- mister?" I had to get another good look at his face; he turned slowly half-way around,
"Oh, sorry, are you okay?" He seemed very stern and too serious to get along with, but I still had to try.
"W-who are you?" that was all that I could get out, but he still gave me an answer,
"My name is Saito."
At last, he turned around completely and I could finally see his whole face; aside from being lanky, his face was like my Dad's if only a little colder . . .
I found myself beginning to feel overwhelmed with happiness, and my body moving on its own . . .
"DADDY!"
I cried, and launched myself at this person; he didn't move, he just reacted, and held me in his arms as if I were his own child.