Disclaimer: *Sigh* Why do those dumb lawyers make us poor writers make
these stupid things? Bah! Anyway, I don't own Miles 'Tails' Prower or any
of the StarFox team, although they are barely involved and Tails is almost
my character (after I added a few touches to him).
Introduction: Well, my brain was kinda hyper after I played Sonic for about six hours straight at a friend's house AND watched 'We Were Soldiers' the other night, so I just decided to write something about our overshadowed Tails. Poor little guy; he doesn't get much attention. This is centered a bit more on StarFox than it is Sonic, so I'll just file it under StarFox. As always with my stories, this has no reference whatsoever to my other fictions. This is based on an alternate universe setting. Oh, don't worry, you don't have to know anything about Tails. Frankly, I don't know anything about him either. Ack, must I say more? He didn't meet anyone in the Sonic series, and he is a loner, a bit. This is set when Tails was thirteen and a war is brewing. Somehow, he is dragged in with all the commotion going on, and in the battlefield, he meets with an escapee, who is kinda hot...
"Come on!" Krystal urged. Tails panted as he climbed the rubble and heaved his pack over the hill of rock. Krystal caught it in a swift movement and she lent a paw to help Tails up.
"Don't rush me. You'd be slow if you had to lug this thing around," Tails sighed, resting his body on a smooth slab of intact pavement. Krystal chuckled and sat down beside him. Tails lay down and unzipped his pack. Licking his lips, Tails brought out a can of fish, "Oh, crud. I forgot to bring a can opener."
Krystal took the can roughly from Tails' paws, giving him a nick with her claw as she took it. Tails scowled, but watched in interest as she took out a serrated knife from her boot and cut the can open. Tails opened his mouth to thank her, but that was before he saw her gobble up the food, alone.
"Hey! That's mine!" Tails whimpered like a baby kit. Krystal gave him an odd look and kept on eating.
"I'm hungry. Give me a break, will you? I haven't eaten in days now," Krystal mumbled as she wolfed down tuna and salmon. Tails grumbled unhappily as he took Krystal's discard knife and tried to pry open another can. Krystal giggled as he tried fruitlessly to jab the tin can with the knife, "Aw, poor little kit having troubles with the big, mean can?" She tossed her empty can away, took the knife, and opened the can for Tails. He gave her an impatient look and snatched the can away, deliberately scratching her while at it.
The sun set completely over the west mountains two hours ago, and now the two vulpine shadows in the dark were trying to find their way out of the labyrinth of busted rock. Tails muttered something about rude Venomians as he munched down his makeshift dinner under the dim starlight and moonlight. Krystal played with her rifle, unloading it, then slapping the clip back in, and repeat. Tails shifted away as he noticed the safety on the automatic gun was off.
The wind carried hot air and humid droplets, making Tails very uncomfortable as he tried to sleep on the rock. The blanket he packed wasn't keeping out the moisture. Krystal stole and draped Tails' vest over herself as she laid down a few feet away. Krystal laughed out loud as he tossed and turned in his blanket.
"Hey, shut it and go to sleep," Tails mumbled wearily.
"Who's gonna stay watch?" Krystal asked. Tails said something about pretending to be tourists before he nodded off.
**
"Wake up, sleepyhead," Krystal cooed, pulling on Tails' tails. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes, annoyed. Six o'clock in the morning when the sun wasn't up didn't seem to be Tails' idea of waking up.
The sun wasn't entirely up, but it was actually up enough to cast an orange glow on anything visible in the east horizon. Tails usually got up at seven or eight, and his eyes were just red, swollen balls at this hour. Krystal, however, seemed fine with waking up before dawn.
"What time is it?" Tails slurred. Krystal picked up his left paw and looked at his watch.
"Three minutes after six," Krystal cocked her head to one side to look at Tails' matted form, "You might want to get up."
"Why? 'Tis only six," Tails grumbled before collapsing again on the slab. Krystal growled angrily and pulled on his tail, hard. With a yelp of pain, Tails bolted upright and stumbled around. He hit a wall and tripped on rubble before he found Krystal's neck to strangle on, but even then, he was so sleepy that he grasped Krystal's forearm. Krystal laughed as he grunted to squeeze her wrist.
"Come on!" Krystal urged. When Tails fell again, she took out a pistol and fired it dangerously close to Tails' head, making him jump up again. A long string of curses were head as Tails staggered to his feet and picked up his rifle and pack.
"Almost to forest," yawn, "About three hours," yawn, "We'll get to edge of trees," yawn, "And stop trying to shoot me."
**
"Pathetic morons," Krystal scoffed, looking at the roughly made foxholes and trenches, "Well, at least they will be good protection as we eat lunch."
They were at the city boundaries, where paved highways crossed with each other and where the cement was blown away by heavy artillery. The Cornerian Reserve probably dug these trenches to hide from enemy fire. Tails could see the forest line a few miles away and the mountains after it. The gray rocks were covered by white clouds. The sky was a bright blue, with the odd cloud drifting by and obscuring the sunlight for a few seconds. A gentle breeze was blowing from the plateau, and Tails could swear he smelled death lingering in the air.
"Do you ever have the feeling that we shouldn't be here?" Tails whispered to Krystal. She sniffed the air and shrugged, jumping into a hole and dragging Tails in as well.
"Food," she said simply. Tails dug in his pack and found that he had only five cans left, just enough for one more day. Giving her a can, Tails didn't bother to get himself one.
"Seriously, I smell something," Tails mumbled. Krystal pried open the can and wolfed down the fish, not paying any attention to what Tails was doing. Tails slowly took out his stolen pistols and aimed it at the north end of the trench. His suspicions were confirmed as he heard voices. Krystal heard, too, and set down her can.
"... The spy that the colonel sent was found dead in that city there, along with two other bodies."
"Holy crap. Who had the guts to stand up to Jackal?"
Three soldiers jumped down into the foxhole. Tails, in an instant, fired four rounds quickly and ducked as a volley of lasers went in his direction. Tails heard a scuffle as Krystal jumped out of the trench. Tails himself rolled behind a crack in the hole, listening as pistol and rifle shots sounded from the north end. He also caught agonizing screams from the Venomian's end. He had shot one of them, obviously. Tails waited until he heard empty clicks of triggers before he jumped out of the crack and fired an entire clip into the remaining soldiers. Both fell with holes in their chests. The third one was already dead, from the looks of Krystal standing over him with a bloody knife.
"Huh, three corporals. One dog, one pigeon, and one lizard; typical scouts," Krystal said as she relived them of ammo and grenades, "Catch." Tails caught three pistols and four clips.
"We can't carry all of this!" He shouted to Krystal. Shrugging to himself when she didn't reply, he emptied the pistols and shoved the clips into his pack. Krystal took the rifle clips and the grenades.
"Come on, we have to go," Krystal called, climbing out of the foxhole. Tails followed, flying along with his tails. He soon caught up to the running Krystal, who looked up in surprise as he flew along beside her, "What the-? You can fly?"
"Sure," Tails grabbed Krystal by the paws and took off.
"Let me go!" She screamed.
"Oh, the poor captain afraid of heights?" Tails chuckled as he rose to a higher altitude. At least Krystal wasn't that heavy; he felt he could fly for a few miles like that, but only if Krystal didn't dig her claws into his paws or if she didn't scream so much.
"Don't drop me," Krystal whimpered as Tails rose so high that she couldn't even see the trenches anymore.
They were well within the forest now. Tails had fun with Krystal by letting go of her paws and flying down to catch her again. She clamped her paws tighter on his after that.
"You had better shut up, or else they might send SAMs at us," Tails warned. Krystal gave a forced chuckle as they set down in a clearing. She gasped for breath as Tails dropped her onto the tall grass.
"Don't... Don't..." She waved a paw at Tails. He laughed as he sat down beside her and felt his paw, where she pinched him.
"Come on, let's go to the trees for cover," Tails smiled as he dragged her along east, out of the clearing. Krystal sighed in relief, as he didn't take off flying again. She lay down on the ground as they reached the shelter of the trees.
"Don't ever do that again," Krystal said, leaning against a rainforest oak. Tails smiled evilly as he spiraled his double tails. Krystal held tight to the tree as Tails pulled her, "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!"
"Okay, you don't have to yell," Tails laughed as he let go of her. Krystal punched him playfully on the shoulder with a scowl. Tails retaliated by pinching her furry cheeks. She scowled again and tackled him down, rubbing hard with a knuckle on his head. Tails yelped in pain, as she didn't let up.
Tails flipped her on her back and did the same to her. She screamed and laughed at the same time. Krystal slowly pushed Tails away and looked at him intently.
"I'm beginning to like you, kiddo."
"Hey, I'm probably older than you!" Tails frowned. Krystal raised an eyebrow.
"How old?"
"Thirteen."
"Twelve."
"So?"
"So what?"
"So what so?"
"What?"
"What 'what'?"
"Stop it!"
"Stop what?"
"What? Stop what?"
"What?" Tails asked, his brain ready to pop. Krystal laughed hysterically and rolled around on the dirt ground.
"Yeah, I really like you."
Tails' stomach churned a bit and his brain froze for a second. Krystal looked at him with emerald eyes that Tails was sure that could read minds. Tails blushed and looked away, pretending to be busy with folding up his blanket.
"What are you doing? It's only two in the afternoon," Krystal peeked over his shoulder. Tails blushed even more, but his orange fur covered most of it. Her silky cheek fur brushed on his as she stood back up, making Tails shiver a bit, "Hey, am I intimidating you or something? 'Cause it's not cold."
"We had better be going now," Tails said loudly, ignoring her question. She threw a stick at him playfully, making him relax a bit. 'Well, at least she's naïve.'
**
A/N: Aw, poor lovelorn Tails... But, you know how this will end, doncha?
Introduction: Well, my brain was kinda hyper after I played Sonic for about six hours straight at a friend's house AND watched 'We Were Soldiers' the other night, so I just decided to write something about our overshadowed Tails. Poor little guy; he doesn't get much attention. This is centered a bit more on StarFox than it is Sonic, so I'll just file it under StarFox. As always with my stories, this has no reference whatsoever to my other fictions. This is based on an alternate universe setting. Oh, don't worry, you don't have to know anything about Tails. Frankly, I don't know anything about him either. Ack, must I say more? He didn't meet anyone in the Sonic series, and he is a loner, a bit. This is set when Tails was thirteen and a war is brewing. Somehow, he is dragged in with all the commotion going on, and in the battlefield, he meets with an escapee, who is kinda hot...
"Come on!" Krystal urged. Tails panted as he climbed the rubble and heaved his pack over the hill of rock. Krystal caught it in a swift movement and she lent a paw to help Tails up.
"Don't rush me. You'd be slow if you had to lug this thing around," Tails sighed, resting his body on a smooth slab of intact pavement. Krystal chuckled and sat down beside him. Tails lay down and unzipped his pack. Licking his lips, Tails brought out a can of fish, "Oh, crud. I forgot to bring a can opener."
Krystal took the can roughly from Tails' paws, giving him a nick with her claw as she took it. Tails scowled, but watched in interest as she took out a serrated knife from her boot and cut the can open. Tails opened his mouth to thank her, but that was before he saw her gobble up the food, alone.
"Hey! That's mine!" Tails whimpered like a baby kit. Krystal gave him an odd look and kept on eating.
"I'm hungry. Give me a break, will you? I haven't eaten in days now," Krystal mumbled as she wolfed down tuna and salmon. Tails grumbled unhappily as he took Krystal's discard knife and tried to pry open another can. Krystal giggled as he tried fruitlessly to jab the tin can with the knife, "Aw, poor little kit having troubles with the big, mean can?" She tossed her empty can away, took the knife, and opened the can for Tails. He gave her an impatient look and snatched the can away, deliberately scratching her while at it.
The sun set completely over the west mountains two hours ago, and now the two vulpine shadows in the dark were trying to find their way out of the labyrinth of busted rock. Tails muttered something about rude Venomians as he munched down his makeshift dinner under the dim starlight and moonlight. Krystal played with her rifle, unloading it, then slapping the clip back in, and repeat. Tails shifted away as he noticed the safety on the automatic gun was off.
The wind carried hot air and humid droplets, making Tails very uncomfortable as he tried to sleep on the rock. The blanket he packed wasn't keeping out the moisture. Krystal stole and draped Tails' vest over herself as she laid down a few feet away. Krystal laughed out loud as he tossed and turned in his blanket.
"Hey, shut it and go to sleep," Tails mumbled wearily.
"Who's gonna stay watch?" Krystal asked. Tails said something about pretending to be tourists before he nodded off.
**
"Wake up, sleepyhead," Krystal cooed, pulling on Tails' tails. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes, annoyed. Six o'clock in the morning when the sun wasn't up didn't seem to be Tails' idea of waking up.
The sun wasn't entirely up, but it was actually up enough to cast an orange glow on anything visible in the east horizon. Tails usually got up at seven or eight, and his eyes were just red, swollen balls at this hour. Krystal, however, seemed fine with waking up before dawn.
"What time is it?" Tails slurred. Krystal picked up his left paw and looked at his watch.
"Three minutes after six," Krystal cocked her head to one side to look at Tails' matted form, "You might want to get up."
"Why? 'Tis only six," Tails grumbled before collapsing again on the slab. Krystal growled angrily and pulled on his tail, hard. With a yelp of pain, Tails bolted upright and stumbled around. He hit a wall and tripped on rubble before he found Krystal's neck to strangle on, but even then, he was so sleepy that he grasped Krystal's forearm. Krystal laughed as he grunted to squeeze her wrist.
"Come on!" Krystal urged. When Tails fell again, she took out a pistol and fired it dangerously close to Tails' head, making him jump up again. A long string of curses were head as Tails staggered to his feet and picked up his rifle and pack.
"Almost to forest," yawn, "About three hours," yawn, "We'll get to edge of trees," yawn, "And stop trying to shoot me."
**
"Pathetic morons," Krystal scoffed, looking at the roughly made foxholes and trenches, "Well, at least they will be good protection as we eat lunch."
They were at the city boundaries, where paved highways crossed with each other and where the cement was blown away by heavy artillery. The Cornerian Reserve probably dug these trenches to hide from enemy fire. Tails could see the forest line a few miles away and the mountains after it. The gray rocks were covered by white clouds. The sky was a bright blue, with the odd cloud drifting by and obscuring the sunlight for a few seconds. A gentle breeze was blowing from the plateau, and Tails could swear he smelled death lingering in the air.
"Do you ever have the feeling that we shouldn't be here?" Tails whispered to Krystal. She sniffed the air and shrugged, jumping into a hole and dragging Tails in as well.
"Food," she said simply. Tails dug in his pack and found that he had only five cans left, just enough for one more day. Giving her a can, Tails didn't bother to get himself one.
"Seriously, I smell something," Tails mumbled. Krystal pried open the can and wolfed down the fish, not paying any attention to what Tails was doing. Tails slowly took out his stolen pistols and aimed it at the north end of the trench. His suspicions were confirmed as he heard voices. Krystal heard, too, and set down her can.
"... The spy that the colonel sent was found dead in that city there, along with two other bodies."
"Holy crap. Who had the guts to stand up to Jackal?"
Three soldiers jumped down into the foxhole. Tails, in an instant, fired four rounds quickly and ducked as a volley of lasers went in his direction. Tails heard a scuffle as Krystal jumped out of the trench. Tails himself rolled behind a crack in the hole, listening as pistol and rifle shots sounded from the north end. He also caught agonizing screams from the Venomian's end. He had shot one of them, obviously. Tails waited until he heard empty clicks of triggers before he jumped out of the crack and fired an entire clip into the remaining soldiers. Both fell with holes in their chests. The third one was already dead, from the looks of Krystal standing over him with a bloody knife.
"Huh, three corporals. One dog, one pigeon, and one lizard; typical scouts," Krystal said as she relived them of ammo and grenades, "Catch." Tails caught three pistols and four clips.
"We can't carry all of this!" He shouted to Krystal. Shrugging to himself when she didn't reply, he emptied the pistols and shoved the clips into his pack. Krystal took the rifle clips and the grenades.
"Come on, we have to go," Krystal called, climbing out of the foxhole. Tails followed, flying along with his tails. He soon caught up to the running Krystal, who looked up in surprise as he flew along beside her, "What the-? You can fly?"
"Sure," Tails grabbed Krystal by the paws and took off.
"Let me go!" She screamed.
"Oh, the poor captain afraid of heights?" Tails chuckled as he rose to a higher altitude. At least Krystal wasn't that heavy; he felt he could fly for a few miles like that, but only if Krystal didn't dig her claws into his paws or if she didn't scream so much.
"Don't drop me," Krystal whimpered as Tails rose so high that she couldn't even see the trenches anymore.
They were well within the forest now. Tails had fun with Krystal by letting go of her paws and flying down to catch her again. She clamped her paws tighter on his after that.
"You had better shut up, or else they might send SAMs at us," Tails warned. Krystal gave a forced chuckle as they set down in a clearing. She gasped for breath as Tails dropped her onto the tall grass.
"Don't... Don't..." She waved a paw at Tails. He laughed as he sat down beside her and felt his paw, where she pinched him.
"Come on, let's go to the trees for cover," Tails smiled as he dragged her along east, out of the clearing. Krystal sighed in relief, as he didn't take off flying again. She lay down on the ground as they reached the shelter of the trees.
"Don't ever do that again," Krystal said, leaning against a rainforest oak. Tails smiled evilly as he spiraled his double tails. Krystal held tight to the tree as Tails pulled her, "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!"
"Okay, you don't have to yell," Tails laughed as he let go of her. Krystal punched him playfully on the shoulder with a scowl. Tails retaliated by pinching her furry cheeks. She scowled again and tackled him down, rubbing hard with a knuckle on his head. Tails yelped in pain, as she didn't let up.
Tails flipped her on her back and did the same to her. She screamed and laughed at the same time. Krystal slowly pushed Tails away and looked at him intently.
"I'm beginning to like you, kiddo."
"Hey, I'm probably older than you!" Tails frowned. Krystal raised an eyebrow.
"How old?"
"Thirteen."
"Twelve."
"So?"
"So what?"
"So what so?"
"What?"
"What 'what'?"
"Stop it!"
"Stop what?"
"What? Stop what?"
"What?" Tails asked, his brain ready to pop. Krystal laughed hysterically and rolled around on the dirt ground.
"Yeah, I really like you."
Tails' stomach churned a bit and his brain froze for a second. Krystal looked at him with emerald eyes that Tails was sure that could read minds. Tails blushed and looked away, pretending to be busy with folding up his blanket.
"What are you doing? It's only two in the afternoon," Krystal peeked over his shoulder. Tails blushed even more, but his orange fur covered most of it. Her silky cheek fur brushed on his as she stood back up, making Tails shiver a bit, "Hey, am I intimidating you or something? 'Cause it's not cold."
"We had better be going now," Tails said loudly, ignoring her question. She threw a stick at him playfully, making him relax a bit. 'Well, at least she's naïve.'
**
A/N: Aw, poor lovelorn Tails... But, you know how this will end, doncha?
