Authors Notes
Hi guys! The Fro Ninja is here to take a break from seducing the wives of feudal lords and murdering door to door salesmen to bring a new chapter. Unfortunately this ones gonna be kinda shorter than the last one. Good news though, is the chapter after this one will be written by Jester Smiles, so the writing style will be different. Although I just transitioned into a furry lover around last month or so, I'm looking forward to drowning myself in the seas of obscurity and non-squareness(I don't know if thats a word) to bring you guys and myself better stories
This statement makes absolutely no sense, I know. Hopefully by the time Jester Smiles makes their chapter, my head will be unstuck from the emergency MRI kit I've been in for the past few weeks. Thank you, and enjoy the screening of To Sir With Love. Wait, that's not right...
P.S Big shout out to the The Book for checking out our story and leaving reviews on both chapters, it was much appreciated bro!
Appalachia Mountain range in New York. 2 months later.
I never drove in a car before. At least one I knew that was taking me somewhere that was a good place. It came as a surprise to me that there was such a thing as a relaxing drive Looks like there is some truth to those movies after all.
"What in the hell are you talking about dude?"Terry broke me out of viewing of the various things that passed my view in my back seat window.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."
The last few months have been some of the confusing times if my life so far. After Fisk "rescued" me from that shit hole, him and his partner have been moving from different safe houses in order to shake off an pursuers that might be after us. Apparently, it had something to do with the jurisdiction of the Somalian government taking away property from its deemed estate, in this case, yours truly. Since then, I've been in and out of different towns and cities taking in all I could that I never would've thought existed. The wide open spaces reached for miles in viewpoints, and mountains that had peeks that stretch back to their vanishing points as they faded in the background with distance that my brain couldn't even process in its entirety. The sky was also different from that place. It always felt like no matter much I would reach up at the clouds to try and touch one, there was something or someone that managed to keep chained to the ground. Yesterday, I touched one in a moral understanding. It was a pretty underwhelming experience I have to say.
Right now we were driving to the mountain range in upstate New York that has foster home that houses kids that have been unwanted by their families due to unnatural circumstances. Seems about right in my case. The leather back seats felt so comfortable and roomy that I was really making my home with right now. I unbuckled my seat-belt to roll around the leathery goodness that I felt on every side of fur. Fetal position at its best, with hitting one door and another, and another, and another.
"Puuuurrrrr" This kind of thing is more addicting then drugs.
"Getting a little too comfortable there aren't ya brat?" The wonderful bag of sunshine in front seat was Fisk's partner Red. At least I think that's her real name. We've been getting along great in the last month. When we first met she barely said two words to me. Obviously I don't know much about her since she doesn't talk about herself much, but I've had a habit of not meddling in other people's lives. The big guy driving the car tells that's one habit I have to break.
"Along with furious masturbation..."
"Shut up."
But still, after all that moving around avoiding foreign governmental officials, I think we're getting to be friends really quickly.
"Hey, , we're friends right?" The glass window on her side suddenly cracked as I finished that sentence.
"I thought I told if you call me that again, I'm gonna weld your asshole shut and chug melted lead down your throat."
"Yeah, you did. About five times yesterday to be exact."
"Don't get cheeky with me!" Yep, we were total besties right now.
"Now now, play nice you two. I don't mind if you guys have a honey-moon spat, but I'd appreciate if you kept the enthusiasm down just a bit. This is a rental."Fisk spoke in a calm tone as always, even when driving.
"Should you of all people really be saying that?"
"Hmm, after last night, good point."
"What happened last night?" I pretended to play dumb.
"Something your scrawny ass probably won't even get a whiff of." Red chided as she leaned back into her seat. "Hell, not even a taste of piss at the most." Did I mention I was playing dumb?
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it kid. It probably something you won't have to experience for few more years."
"Uhhh, Fisk?"
"Ohhhhh, I forgot."
There was a dumb silence that filled around the car that was just intoxicating.
"Did he just seriously?" Terry was just as surprised as I was.
"Yep, I think he just did."
The seemingly short drive just became longer
…
After what seemed like an eternity, we finally managed to make to the fabled foster home that I'll probably be spending the rest of my life at. I stepped out of the car only to see an illustrious looking complex. It had a white fence, flowers, a backyard, kids playing outside, just like in the movies that Minittra never let me watch.
"Welp, we're here Huey my man. Your new home." Fisk came up and put his hand on my shoulder in what I assumed was a friendly intention, and not a nasty one. "So what do you think?"
I looked around with observing eyes, gathering every single detail that I could muster. It took every fiber of my being to be able to formulate an satisfying response that would offset the balance of this guy's expectations. I have to make sure that I give him what I think he's gonna hear from me. After looking at the front and back parts of my new home, I gave him my honest answer with all of my ability.
"...It's clean."I looked up at him with the straightest face I could make. Neither of us made a single sound, but we could hear the neighbors next door...expressing their love for each other.
Wrapped in our little confusing stare down, a panda woman walked out of the house. She was rather slim and walked like a person who had a lot on her plate, not a busybody, just someone who just does a bit too much for herself. Her flowing white hair that was wrapped in a long single braid swayed from left and right as she walked toward us. She wore a white button up shirt with a brown cropped skirt and white slippers that look like they belong in an FHM magazine. Classy. As soon as she stopped in front of us, I heard her speak.
"Hello again Fisk. It's such a pleasure to see you again after all these years!" She spoke clear and crisp, and a voice with a melody I could hum to.
"Likewise, Elle. You know, the guys at the agency meant to send you a thank you present after that business in Cambodia."
"Oh, don't worry about it. I was simply in the area that's all."
"You say that every time something goes down. I don't even want to question that timing of yours."
She giggled through their conversation. They seemed on friendly terms with each other. I didn't really have a problem with it, unlike a certain red head I know, who was eyebeaming her from the car.
"Anyway, I think you know who this little guy here is." Suddenly the topic shifted onto me. I was honored, yet shocked at the same time. I've never been the topic of discussion, at least in a good way. Her gaze then shifted from Fisk to me.
"Huey Jones. Meet Ellen Mao. She's the caretaker of this foster home, and she'll be your guardian from now on."
Even after a few seconds of introductions, she still continued to stare me down. She took particularly long look at me sizing up of what was there to see. Her red eyes like mine felt familiar with her gaze, almost mother-like. She bended down gracefully and extended her hand to me.
"I'm Ellen Mao. Its nice to meet you, Little Huey." She was smiling at me. Her smile was unlike anything I had ever seen on a person. I could feel something radiating from her. Warmness, happiness, joy, something along those lines. Viewing a little further from her face which was certainly pretty to look at, there was particular part of her body that I was really interested in. Two parts in fact.
"Hey Huey, check your package, you got a little fruit hanging out the loom." I looked down a bit to my nether region.
"Oh my, he certainly is healthy isn't he Fisk?" He looked puzzled and looked in my general direction and just nodded his head.
"So much for therapy."
What a way to greet my new home.
-5 weeks later-
I got up from my bed like any other morning, only this time I slightly felt glad to greet my day forward. The room that I've been staying in, and this whole place had started to feel like my own, from the soft sheets to the warm foods that get taken up to me every night was even getting its due. But its not like I was all for this "new life" of mine, but it was one I was apparently given, so I just decided to roll with it. I was good at that.
Giving my body a quick stretch, I changed out of my pajamas and put on my school uniform. After somehow managing to win the deadly fight with my tie as usual, I followed the rather familiar scent of breakfast awaiting me down in the kitchen. I sat down at my usual spot near the front end of a very long kitchen table. One by one, the other kids began to pile down from their rooms upstairs and took their seats around me. Since mos of them were younger than me and I didn't share a room with anything else, I didn't bother getting along with anyone else. Before I knew it, my breakfast was given to me on a warm plate. It was Belgian waffles and turkey bacon with a side of hash browns. It surprisingly became my favorite thing to eat for breakfast just after a few days of being introduced to the concept of breakfast
I got my shoes on at the front door and got ready to head out when Ms. Mao stopped me by my arm. I was almost ready to jump out at the first opportunity. At what, I couldn't really figure out. Fisk has some explaining to do.
"Hold on a second Little Huey, I have something for you."
"Is it bigger than a bread box?"
"Not really. Whatever that means." So much for an awesome reference there." Fisk said to give this to you once you got settled in at school.
She dug into her pocket for a few seconds in order to give me something. Fisk sent me something? Its been nearly five weeks since I heard from the guy, which is strange since he is the one who said to keep in touch. What gratifying gift could he have possibly given yours truly? Could it be something that finally establishes proof of the bond we share?!
"Ah! Here you go!"After she finished wrestling with her pocket insides, she handed me the so called gift in question.
Its a cell phone.
"Its a cell phone."
"Its a cell phone, little one!"
…
I fucking hate Fisk right now.
"I know the present is a little underwhelming."
"A little?"
"But its to make sure where you are constantly."
" I already have you, and those weirdos at school doing that. What more do you want me to do, start wearing a GPS bracelet on my ankles, or a penile detector so it lets you know the next time I take a piss?"
"Those are some viable suggestions you have there! You had me at GPS bracelet!" She makes the weirdest excited faces ever when it comes to my surveillance. Every bad idea is a good idea in her book.
"Ooookayyy, I'm heading off to school now, Ms. Mao." I wave her goodbye as I fit my foot into my last shoe and head out the front door.
"Have a good day little one! Don't forget you have to stop by the facility today for your report!" I manage to catch her last words before the door shut behind me. I now begin the long ascent to the educational infrastructure known as school.
…
School honestly wasn't all I thought it was gonna be. Everything the teachers showed were things I already picked up and mastered when I was five years old, so I just pretty much just drift off whenever I get a chance, kind of like this morning in fact. The lunch breaks were probably the only times I had to be alone, which usually meant talking to Terry, which I have to say I haven't done much of lately.
We usually spoke on the school's rooftop, where we had the view of the entire town in our sight. Everything seemed so proportionate, especially the mountains which stuck out like broken spines in the background of picture. Since I'm not supposed to leave the school during lunch breaks despite that's what the other students do, I have Terry to a little scouting for me. Because he can wander around freely without being spotted, he can scope out the local areas around the town and told me everything a few miles off from the foster home to the big shopping mall just a few blocks down from the cafe next to the library which stood between a classic shoe store and a hunting shop.
"Geez this place feels like your run of the mill last American pit stop. No matter where you go, you can't help but think "Yep I'm in the right place", its loco Huey!"
"Who the hell says loco anymore?"
"Carlos Mencia?"
"Okay, no you're just being what the teacher calls that fat kid that sits next to me."
"You mean fat?" Terry gave me a stupid look and a sarcastic remark, and it wasn't even my birthday yet.
After finishing up my lunch, I laid down on of the rooftop benches and just stared out at the sky trying to guess what kind of cloud animals caught my attention the most. Terry sat down next to me staring in my direction.
"What animals do you see today man?" Terry asked me. I saw something in the midst of all the clouds that passed by the ones I always see, bunnies, horses, and mouses. This one was different.
"Something thats big...and puffy. It has sort of like this big and rough exterior, with even more fur than me. Kind of like a-."
"A wolf?"
From out of nowhere, I heard someones voice. Not in my head, but with me on the rooftop that my ears themselves picked up. I stood up quickly and turned my head to the direction where the voice came from. Out of the shadows came a boy from the dark corner of the rooftop. He had a very slim build with a silver fur and main with crimson like hair. His most striking features were the human features on her face, and his right green eye and amber left eye. Unique appearances aside, he managed to keep his presence hidden for quite a while. Not even Terry noticed him, otherwise he would have let me know immediately. So how did he-?
"If you're wondering how your friend over there didn't notice, I'm afraid that's a trade I can't really disclose." My brain just stopped working for a second.
"Huey... He knows I'm here..." Even Terry who was never put off by anything, stood up from the bench in shock. We just stood there and stared at this guy like he just murdered a puppy or something. Could he really see Terry?
"Can...you...?"
"See him? Nah. I just know someone else is there, and his presence feels like yours, but at the same time twisted and unsure of what it wants to be. But it still sticks to you like a leech. That's pretty cool." For someone who just managed to not only notice Terry's presence, but how hes been around since I was a kid is just amazing in itself.
"Can you hear him?"
"Yeah, wiseguy can you hear the words that are coming out of my mouth?!"
He pondered there for a second with his arms crossed.
"Hmmm. I can't hear it completely, but it sounds like a whisper coming from a great distance. Sorry, I haven't been using my powers that long so I can't say for sure."Powers? Whispers? Feeling Terry's presence? This is seriously over my head, and I have a feeling a certain someone knows exactly what I'm getting myself into. I push aside my hesitation and ask the most important question so far.
"Who are you?" I had to catch my breath after I said that.
"The names Kote, and I've been told to meet you Huey Jones. Apparently the guys up top have plans for us. I don't really know all the details."
"Guys up top? What are you talking about? Did Fisk send you?! Why are you here?! How can you feel Terry?! What are you exactly?! You look like a wolf, but at the same time you look like a human!"
"Whoa, whoa. Slow down there Speed Racer! One question at a time. There's only one of me. But for your benefit, why don't I start at the beginning, deal?" I nodded silently. "Well, it all started when I found out my father was kinda different from my mother."
I soon found myself sitting back down on the bench with Terry ,who was still as dumbfounded as I was, to hear Kote's story. A story that would soon make mine, look like a Dr. Seuss book.