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Krystal awoke to the soft subtle movements of her partner getting out of bed she sighed and rolled to face the vulpine.

"So john, Where ya' going?" Fox cringed and turned to look at the vixen in his bed.

"Sorry Krys, but I have to go to work today. We have a concert in about two weeks, and I need to be there to teach my kids the music." Krystal sighed.

"That's ok I need to go see the General anyway." Fox sighed. "But you can expect me to drop by for a surprise visit sometime today." Fox laughed.

"Oh I'll be looking forward to that." Fox rolled out of bed and got ready for work. He put on a royal blue polo, and some dark jeans. Looking in the mirror he watched the lovely vixen come from behind and fix his collar. "So, how long are you staying planet side before you head back to what ever job you had before you met me?" The vixen patted his back and moved to the sink next to him.

"I was a loner before I met you," she began. "Still am. I'll probably just find a job around here and, if it's ok with you just live here. I can pay rent and-," Fox put a finger to her lips. he leaned the meager distance to her lips and replaced his finger with his lips.

"You do what ever you need to do, you'll always have a home here. No matter what you are, no matter who you are. Everyone needs a home, and I'll happily provide you with one." Krystal smiled and hugged him.

"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." She whispered.

"Likewise."

*-West Papetoon High School-*

John/Fox walked in the front entrance of the school. He gazed coolly at the people mingling in the commons he turned to the right as he exited the main hall and walked by the indoor basketball court. He looked down at the court and watched the J.R.O.T.C. Practice drill, he chuckled. All those kids would benefit wonderfully from even a single class period of band. They were out of step, out of time, and were clumsily toting around cleared 5.56 caliber weapons. He walked down a half flight of stairs and began to unlock the door when he heard foot steps coming from behind him. He turned and watched as a medium build mouse with ginger fur walked up to him. He carried a box gift wrapped and a note.

"For you John," said the mouse. "From a beautiful blue vixen." Fox took the box.

"I could probably tell you what's in here but I like my job," He said. The mouse chuckled.

"No need to be bashful, you finally got some. You needed it, you were quite sour when you first arrived here." John laughed.

"Yeah I was wasn't I? Oh, well. See you around Sid."

"See ya' John." The mouse walked away and Fox entered his band room turning to the left and going down a flight of stairs to a large open room with chairs semi-circled around a single podium. He went over to a set of double doors and unlocked them. Time to start some banding.

*-Later-*

Fox sat in his office looking over paperwork. It had been years since he had done paperwork of any sort, and he felt a sense of relief being able to do such things again. He heard a knock at his door.

"Come in," he called. The door opened, he glanced up to see who had come to see him. He removed his glasses. "Well then, what a sight for sore eyes. What can I do for you old timer?" General Pepper stood at the door to his office.

"Ah Fox-,"

"Shhhh, someone might here you. Come in, come in." Fox motioned the General to continue.

"Ahem, anyway. Fox you know you can't keep this facade up forever, she'll find out eventually." Fox went back to work.

"Pepper, I've kept this persona for six year's. You are the only one who has seen through my mask." Fox removed his glasses. "I've slept with Krystal, and she still hasn't figured it out. If she of all people couldn't figure out I am Fox McCloud then know one ever will. She knew me best, she could see through every lie I ever told her, telepath or not. You only saw through it because I was unprepared. I never planed to run into you. Only the others." The general sighed.

"Just watch out Fox, the gap in the door, It's a separate reality. One wrong move and the whole house of cards you've built will come down." The General turned, and strode to the door. "I know the only me, is me." He looked at fox over his shoulder. "Are you sure the only you, is you?" He walked out of the room. Fox sighed.

"What was that all about." He turned back to his work, and filled out a couple forms declaring why it was necessary to have an arts program such as the one he was proposing. He stared at the form when he saw a black pair of panties fall in front of his face. He chuckled. "One of these days." He looked up and stared into the eyes of his lover. "You my friend, are a tease. I don't condone the harassment of a fellow peer." Krystal giggled and leaned over on the desk.

"What are you gonna do about it big boy," she asked. Fox smiled and reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a condom, and a gag.

"I'm gonna have to administer capital punishment." Krystal giggled.

"Oh, no," She leaned in close and whispered into his ear. "What ever shall I do?"

*-After School-*

"Okay you guys," began Fox. "Now that we have the basics of our show down we are going to add a little... Pizzazz." The band laughed. "Now everyone go to set twelve of-," Fox was interrupted by the sound of a high horse power engine. A black car with a pinstripe sat on the maintenance road by the field that they stood on. A wolf with a shade of grey fur stepped out of the car. He removed his sunglasses.

"Well, well. If it isn't the band geeks out walking around being cool," He stepped over to them. "You guys seem to be in our spot, and well you see I can't let you do that Staford." The wolf drew his name out.

"Well if it isn't a Star Wolf wanna be," said Fox. "Hey kids show this pup why they call us the Warriors." Then some where in the back of the crowd the drum line basses started to slowly beat the drums. "These little boys think they can play on our field," Fox cracked his knuckles. "Let's see if they can play rough." The snare and quads busted into the beat and the band let out a startling battle cry the wolf, now white with fear, reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a knife.

"Come at us then, we'll take you on. All of you." Fox saw the knife.

"Neutralize the threat, the threat search and destroy, weapons free!" called Staford. The band stepped forward toward the gang and they took a step back. The drums beat on in a rythm that was both intimidating and empowering. Then they stopped. The air was charged with tension and the groups froze as the field was dead silent. Then, the band rushed forward as one and disarmed the gang members. The cries for help were drowned out by the victorious band members. A whistle rang out the cheering ceased. "We shall hang these cowards for their crimes today and for the crimes yesterday, and for all the people that have been wronged by these people," said Stafford. The band cheered again and hauled the gang up by their collars.

*-The Next Day-*

Four boys all bound in tape hung loosely from their arm pits. They dangled from hooks on the wall with not a shred of clothing. A sign hung from there necks that read; 'for their misdeeds.' They squirmed and writhed about in their binds and all who walked by saw them and laughed at their misfortune. They knew that if they told anyone how they came to be hung like this that not a single person would believe them. No one suspected someone who carried an instrument for playing music could be capable of doing such a thing. Then a fox drew near. His dark fur a distinct indicator of his identity. They all shook with fear. The fox laughed.

"Well then boys," said the fox. "You guys do anything to deserve this? Whats that? Cat got your tongue? I guess you guys won't be present today be sure to call in sick though, oh? you can't? Oh well good day boys class starts soon." The fox walked off and the boys shook trying to get free, this was going to be a long day.

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