Author's Note: Okay everyone, welcome to Chapter Twenty-Four of A Cat and Fox's Tale, courtesy of yours truly, the one and only PenGator3; but before we begin, I would like to apologize for being inactive for so long. All this story writing time has been continuously drained out of me over time since I had started writing Re: Yin Yang Who; all this frustration over the show being cancelled had been messing with my mind. However, to tell you the truth, I figure that I can get over this somehow: all I have to do is keep my calm.
Disclaimer: Normally, I stop myself from giving you all such things after chapter ten per my policy; but seeing that the character in this chapter is from another show, I would like to inform you that Yasmin is based off of Fox from Skunk Fu which belongs to Cartoon Saloon.
Third Time's The Charm
For what it was worth, Ella was not the only one who had taken notice of how that the sun shining in sky had now finally gone away in a scant few moments; in fact, this difference was just the least of anyone's concerns. Of course, rather than just skyscrapers standing up tall and proud enough to pierce the blues within the enclosed conurbation, there were hills that were sitting down short and humble enough with the sound of music by the brilliant green. Instead of a few cars and a bicycle or two passing by on the lowly roads, there were many small groves and a few large granges arranged neatly with each other. Still, there were also some infrequent buildings coexisting side by side with them as well too, albeit made of sticks and stones here and there from top to bottom but no weed or bombs. At least there were an insignificant gathering of luminosities in the form of flamboyant variegated parchment lanterns that were suspended over by a copious twine together for observers to marvel at. Even the dirt roads were also there, a sight occupied by the likes of pedestrians and cyclists alike, be if visitors or residents; the difference was rather irrelevant compared to the situation in question.
Nevertheless, what was relevant on the other hand is the fact that Yasmine was among the likes of them, moving to and fro along with the small group, now emblazoned with such laconic thoughts. Yesterday and today were the most well remembered days that were on the fox's mind and not without reason whatsoever: it was that cat from before whom the former had met. Little was known about each other between the very bus trips that they had shared except of differences: Yasmine was just a fox and a foreigner, flying freely whereas Ella was a cat and a citizen one confined into a caged; to each other, the women were complete strangers pure and simple. Still, that didn't stop the two of them from talking with one another; despite this, their time spent on the bus was brief and less meaningful anyways.
Yasmine was walking alongside the edge of the road with her socks and sandals, barely affected by the cold cruel world that she had lived in as she shuffled onwards 'til she had reached home. Rather than a ligneous paling, it was within a concentration of tall green grass, a scant few inches above the red fox who'd walked in. The hidden grotto in front of her was covered in a stony point of sedimentary silver with a flat roof smoothing down on all four corners of the very domicile of hers in question. A few of the wholesome square windows were there but were obscured by blinds while the sunshades hovered over them without even obscuring the viewing of the great outdoors from the inside point of view. Only the glass door added the finishing touch to this quaint residence where she had set foot in as she opened the door and off the very earth that was a part of the field she had came from.
"Well, I wonder where that light switch is…" Yasmine had giggled to herself as she had relied on the moonlight that had been peering inwards to guide herself around the house; soon, the intense light had now bathed it completely, overwhelming the moon and the stars and revealing the location, "that's better." In front of the fox was a small wooden table with a long celadon cloth draped over it, the first indication that she was now in the living room; but, that was just the tip of the iceberg with a scratched surface. There was a long brown sofa nearby it, adorned with the cottony skin that was goldenrod with small lines of fuchsia, leaving the puce out of the very representation of rage. Even the soaring uplighter that she had turned on was within range, with a thick taupe shade that directed the light skyward and out into that very accommodation in question. On the port side of Yasmine was an extensive assemblage of books, paperbacks and hardcovers alike, which had been stacked together into a mantelpiece suspended by two steel nails against the earthen partition near the open window frame. Nearby the couch's starboard was an equilateral nightstand that had held a snow white chronometer set on one corner and a burgundy telephone on the other within each other's distance.
The scarlet fox now had taken notice of the digital clock; it had read out to be 6:24 P.M. all there, black and white, clear as a crystalline nighttime sky no less and like her very mind set on one task: resting up for another day. As soon as she started to reach the couch, her pointed auricles became perpendicular as a sharp noise reverberating into the brain; it had came from the telephone nearby her current location. Standing up on endwise, Yasmine neared towards the nightstand and picked it up with the very hand that was russet just to learn whoever had managed the desire to make business with the former; the answer that would be given was nothing short of a surprise.
"Yasmine, is that you…?" a feminine voice escaped from the connected device; it was no other than the feline herself, the one and the same from this morning and yesterday afternoon no less. Sitting back down, the fox contorted her posture into something more comfortable enough to rest across the long couch and started to answer back, "who is this; how did you manage to get this number…?" "It's Ella, I got yours yesterday afternoon when we met on the bus…" the distant Ella had responded tranquilly to Yasmine in a mere instant no less, "I wish to ask you something…" "Okay, then; ask me anything that's on your mind," a indistinct smile had made itself known on the scarlet fox's visage as she had rolled over from her back to her front in brief respite of concentration. In what had seemed to be within the blink of an eye, the feline took a deep breath and started to speak to Yasmine, "well, remember when you had said we could go out sometime when we had met?" "I did say we could go out to eat dinner sometime…" the scarlet fox had quickly articulated her rejoinder over the very telephone in those two busy hands, "why do you ask…?" "Well, I just got invited to a night on the town with some colleagues just recently about an hour ago; I know it seems all too soon but hear me on this one: they're all going to be going out to the Sugar Bowl Alley and I had just gone over my paperwork in an instant," Ella had spoken to Yasmine. Pondering on the choice of words in a brief respite, the fox looked down on the fabric of the chesterfield for what had seemed to be a large diminution of tempo and said, "well, where can I find you and your friends?" "The Sugar Bowl Alley… it's at the Gromwell Shopping Center," the feline had given out an answer at once, "it would be nice if we had gotten to know each other a bit this way."
"Well, I have nothing else planned for the night so okay then; I'll be ready in a matter of minutes from now," Yasmine had said to Ella steadily before standing up. Afterwards, before the fox started to return the phone to its original home, the feline shot back, "thanks, see you there…" Now Yasmine was alone again naturally.
Author's Note: Well, this is going to serve as a slight change of pace for the lot of you but thank Daedalus370 for inspiring me to take some time off from Ella until later when it's more relevant and convenient so see ya!