"Ahri?" James put his hand one of the tails, the heating coming off of the girl strengthening the fact that she was real. "What the hell is going on?" He tried to push the fox off of him, pain shooting through his back. He stopped his effort and looked to the men and women in lab coats on the other side of the glass.

It hadn't gone much better on the other side of the glass. When James's computer exploded, so did a good deal of their equipment. The camera screen were flickering in and out, most of the computers had blew up or short circuited. There was no small amount of blood splattered on the ground from the shrapnel. One of the men was on the phone on the wall, talking in a panicked manner.

One of the scientists finally noticed he was still breathing. "Hey, he's alive! Subject 001 is still alive!" For some reason, only that guy seamed to care.

"You think you can get off me?" James said, poking the apparently sleeping fox. He yelped in surprise and pain when she bit him.

"Don't wana." Ahri said cutely, not opening her eyes and cuddling her head into his chest. "Your comfortable."

"And suffering. Get off of me!" She did as she was told, not because he asked, but because he pulled one of her tails. James immediately regretted it when a look of anger flashed in her eyes, her hands on her hips as she glared down on the wounded teen. Oh my god, I am going to die to this woman before I can play fallout 4. Can this day get any worse?

A glowing blue orb appeared in Ahri's hand, which she tossed back and forth while she considered something. "I'll let you live this once, since you were a suitable pillow for my crash landing." The orb was sent flying at the door, nocking it off its doorframe. "I'll be going now."

"Wait, you can't go out there!" James sat up much to the displeasure of his beaten body.

"And why not?" Ahri asked. A bunch of armored figures and scientists came through the door, answering her questions.

"Because in this word, people tend to kill what they don't understand. And you happen to be a mystery." The men moved in and surrounded the girl, the armored men aiming their guns at the unarmed girl.

"Miss, we would like you to come quietly." The head scientist said, still holding his bleeding arm. "We don't want to hurt you."

Ahri stood quietly as she gave each one of the men a look over. "Hmmmm, should I increase your heart beat, or stop it?" A smile spread across her lips as she locked eyes with one of the men.

James saw what she was going to do and yelled out. "Ahri, no!" Too late. Ahri summoned an orb over each one of her tails and sent them flying into the men around her. She then summoned her fox fires and took out the last of them. The nine tailed girl raised an eyebrow at his outburst. "Doing that now labeled you a threat. They most definitely want you dead now." He got to his feet, trying to ignore the pain. "Dear god, I so hate escort missions."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just follow me and do as I say." James limped out of the room, using the wall as a support. The alarms were wailing and he could hear the sound of boots marching on the hard floor. For once, Ahri followed his directions. The group of security personnel rounded the corner ahead and raised their weapons, shouting out warnings.

"Stand down! Both sides, stand the fuck down!" James gave a loud, deep bark, surprising all in the room. Damb, it's like keeping the hord of MMORPG players in line during a raid. He thought. Who could have thought World of Warcraft would turn him into a battlefield commander. "That includes you, Ahri. I can feel the heat from the fox fires." The girl stored the fires, putting on an innocent face.

"Get on the ground, now!" The men approached, not lowering their not guns. James complied, gladly dropping to his knees and putting his hands behind his head. What? He was still in pain.

Ahri's eyes narrowed dangerously, believing that something was wrong because they didn't follow James order. She lowered into a stance, preparing to make a dash. That was up until James let out another bark and got on her knees. "What are you doing?" She hissed.

"Saving your life. Keep following my orders." James whispered. "You are not a threat, now act like it." He went quietly when the guards yanked him to his feet.


The door to the room were James was being held opened and a smartly dressed man walked in. "Hello, my name is Tomas Caliber. I trust your James?"

James nodded, getting to his feet. Even thought the room only contained a few books, tables, and chairs, James found a rather comfortable spot on the floor for a rest. And for once in what felt like forever, he wasn't in a lot of pain. "Do I dare ask for a casualty report?" He asked, pretty sure something happened.

"You will be pleased to know that she hasn't killed anyone." Tomas said, holding the door open in a nonverbal gesture to follow him. "But handling her is a bit difficult."

"How so?" James said. Tomas led him to the elevator and pushed the button for the fifth floor. The labs were on the third floor, and it was really painful to get to the waiting room on the first floor were he was told to wait because they made him take the stairs.

"The people who were there think she should be killed, the scientists want to cut her up, and the other guys want her in bed." Tomas said nonchalantly, then looked over at James with a slightly amused look. "But you already figured that part already, did you?"

"Yup. That occurred to me as soon as she took down the first batch of men." James replied, his hands in his pockets. The door opened and they walked down the hall. "How often does a major problem occur here? One does not simply have that many guards in body armor in a simple medical facility."

"But you forget what we do here." Tomas said, coming to a stopping outside a door with a mechanical lock. James politely diverted his eyes. "We have one of a kind research going on here. Protection is a must." James shrugged, seeing the logic.

"So what do you need me for?" The door opened to a room with a one way glass on one of the walls and a long table in the middle. Siting around the table was a bunch of important looking people and Ahri, who was leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed.

"She refuses to talk without her 'pillow'." James could now see why Tomas was so amused when they met. "So pillow, would you please join us?"


"Hey pillow, were are we going?" Ahri asked. James was really getting tired of the fox girl. The pair of them stood at a bus station waiting to go home, the snow around them a dirty color from the exhaust of passing cars.

"My place. I convinced them that you would behave yourself and they allowed me to be your caretaker." James said, shivering slightly. He looked jealously at Ahri, who's only protective gear she had against the weather was his sweatshirt. "If that could be the term. You practically forced them to allow you to live with me."

"Is there a problem with that?" Ahri asked playfully. "A lot of men have asked me to live with them."

"None that still have to live with their parents by law." James shuddered to think about what they would do when they found out he had summoned a extraordinarily hot girl from the realm of video games and was now required by law to take care of her. They allowed the video games because he was outstanding in school, but bring borderline porn to life was probably going to earn him some time behind bars in his room.

"I can always charm them." Ahri pointed out. The bus arrived and they boarded. They took a seat close to the back, the fox girl getting a lot of looks.

"No, that's against the rules." James resisted the urge to pull the girl in for a hug. Not out of attraction, but because the heat pouring off of her body could boil water. Ahri noticed and leaned against his shoulder.

"You're into me, aren't you pillow?" She asked seductively. James was torn between pushing her off or leaving her there as his personal heater. One look at the people staring at him told him they would gladly take her if they thought she wasn't already his.

"Stop calling me that." He said, slipping his arm around her waist. Some people looked away, disappointment evident. "My name is James." Then, more quietly, he added. "Tone it down a little. Unlike in your world, bad things tend to happen to girls who are to open about their, uh, desires." Ahri got the message and stopped her actions, but she remained leaning on his shoulder.

After leaving the city, they switched busses for one that would take them closer to James's house. Upon request, Ahri had decided to stay close to him. They even held hands, mainly to discourage that one guy who smelled like drugs from trying anything, and partly so that James could still get some of the heat from the nine tailed fox.

When they finally got off at a bus stop near his house, James let go of Ahri's hand and set off at a jog, Ahri following close behind. James led the way through the neighborhood, slipping on the ice once while turning the corner, until he slowed to a halt. They were standing outside of one of your average sized house, the yard covered in undisturbed snow. The driveway was freshly shoveled, the little stones in the concrete staring at the teen as if daring him to fall down and cut himself up again.

James looked at Ahri again, this time with a bit of fear in his eyes. "I'll go first. If they overreact and start attack me, you have my permission to grab me and run." He meant it as a joke, but he wouldn't be to surprised if they did act a bit extreme. She nodded and he opened the door.

"Hey guys, I'm home!"

Hey guys, I got the chapter up just as I said I would. I would like to thank you on reading my work and I would dearly like to know your opinion on how I did. I find it very helpful for fixing mistakes and improving my story.