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Lynx: This story is dedicated to Ariana Miyuki. Thank you for your support.
Chapter Seven:
Youko awoke the next morning just as the sun was rising. For a minuet he forgot where he was. At first he thought the running away was a dream, and that he was still at his father's place. Now that he looked around the room, this was hardly the house he was raised and beaten in.
The bed was made from warm straws founded in Kanya's garden. Why she would have them, Youko would never understand. The frame was made from cherry wood, something that he had always admired. The blankets were the warmest wool he ever felt, soothing and not itchy.
As he pushed the covers off of him, he got off of the bed. The wood on the floor was freezing, but he was used to the warmth. As he walked to the door he began to think again. What if this was an illusion that his father made? All foxes no matter what element were able to use trickery magic. It was one of the skills that could never die no matter what.
The door opened and he looked. His father couldn't illusion himself though. That was one of the weak points he had. Youko couldn't either, but he was sure that he was going to get enough training to pull it through.
The same fox that called herself Kanya walked through. Her eyes were gleaming happily. "I heard you wake," she said, "I didn't know you were an early riser like me."
"I didn't know you were," Youko blinked feeling nervous. Kanya was the cool and collected one and to see her hyperactive was like he missed a trait somewhere in the meeting.
Kanya gave him a wink and then said, "Sorry, I just like it when someone has the same wake up time as me."
"Lonely?" Youko could only come up with one reason to why she liked it when people were up and about at her time.
Kanya nodded, "It gets boring around here fast since almost all of us died out."
Youko shook his head. He was the only male in this. That made it a little bit more worse then anything else. Kanya looking at him and notice that guilt was flooding his eyes. She knew immediately why, "It's not going to be up to you to rebuild us." She said, "Inari has his ways."
"Inari?" Youko asked walking over to her, trusting her. Yet as he walked, he walked cautiously, in case he was proven wrong. "Who's he?"
Kanya blinked, "Leave it up to your father to teach you about religions."
Once again Youko blinked, "What's a religion? I mean I know it's a worship sort of thing, but you make it sound as if there's more to that."
"Youko, how many books have you read about religions?" Kanya asked.
Frowning he thought to himself, "None, they only mentioned their gods, but no religion."
"And you never once read the name Inari?" Kanya questioned.
Once more a shake of his head said more then words needed to. "Not once."
Kanya sighed, "I can tell."
Youko bit his lip, praying that he didn't anger her in anyway. He felt pretty bad for not knowing, and felt as if he was stupid or something. Yet Kanya seemed to be thinking that his father was the one to blame. Even though he did many things to Youko, he wanted to tell her the truth. "I had to sneak in books."
"Limited," Kanya said, "I can't say that I'm not surprised, but I should have known. Your father, if what I know is correct, tends to think Inari is out to get him. Now that he abused a dying element, Inari will be out to get him. Using any of us to do His work for Him or coming here Himself."
Youko blinked, "Who is Inari?"
"Oh, damn, I forgot to tell you that," Kanya laughed nervously, "He's our god, Youko. He's the god of Rice and of Us, His People."
Youko nodded slowly taking this in, "Have you ever met Him?"
"Not met," Kanya said. "Not seen," She frowned, "He just sort of makes you have emotional problems. What I mean by that is that he can control your emotions to bend His will." She coughed clearing her throat since it was getting dry from all the talking, "Only the Followers of Inari can hide their emotions so well that Inari has to ask them."
Youko smiled, "How did they succeed in that?"
"Here's a better question," Kanya said looking at him, "Why don't we get out of this room and sit down, while I cook breakfast."
Youko nodded, "Alright."
