|My Guardian Fox
Author: Vexill PM
FULL SUMMARY IN AUTHOR'S NOTE. TAGS: ANIME, ROMANCE, FANTASY, FOX, HUMAN, SHIFTER, HATRED, JEALOUSY, KHIRY, VIVVY, RAPE, SCARED, LOVE, THRILLING, SOME MATURE PARTS. RATED T FOR LANGUAGE.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Fantasy - Chapters: 7 - Words: 24,521 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 05-20-12 - Published: 03-08-12 - id: 3003572
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Ok, this is...a story. Romance (the usual), Fox (not Wolf, for the first time), a little blood, death, no history, or past. Enjoy please! And please comment to tell me how it is and how to make it better! Yes, for once in your life, your opinion counts! BE FREE! Sorry.
Vivvy is an adorable 15 year old girl. She has a sweet personality, and always thinks of others. You'd think she'd be more mean having had her family die when she was only three. Her parents left her a gift before they passed; a cute stuffed fox. She has cherished that fox not only for the memory of her parents, but the fact it can transform into a Human boy, two years older than her. The boy's name is Khiry. The way it transforms is confusing...or so it seems for Vivvy. She knows he can come out when he wants, but sometimes he appears from hugs or personal matters. Like if Vivvy talks about a guy from school, he'll automatically change. Over the past years, Khiry has always protected Vivvy, and maybe...grew feelings. He denies them and says they're nothing. But when Vivvy confides into Khiry about something, he can't stop himself.
My Guardian Fox
"Vivvy..." I kept hearing someone call my name as my dream slowly faded away.
"Vivvy..." The familiar voice called again. My eyes slowly opened and I saw Khiry leaning over me. His dark brown eyes looked deeply into mine. His arms were on each side of me, next to my shoulders.
"N..." I groaned, ignoring my thoughts. I didn't wanna get up. I hated Mondays. They were always boring.
"C'mon, Vivvy. You have to wake up," Khiry said softly. Every time I hear his voice like that, it relaxes me. Khiry got up, moving his hands from my shoulders and sat on the floor on the side of the bed, lowering his head on his hands. I rose up slowly and raised my bare arms, stretching. My black thin-strap shirt also rose up; showing a small portion of my stomach. I yawned and pushed the blankets off of me. I went to my dresser. Getting there, I noticed my right wrist was scratched. I winced when I tried to move it.
"You ok?" Khiry asked, walking toward me. I quickly hid my hand behind me.
"Ah? Nothing's wrong...!" I tried to hide my hand. Khiry got close, making me blush. Wait, why am I blushing? He stood there, probing me.
"You cut yourself." He said flatly. How did he know?
"No..." My head dropped slowly.
"Let me see your hand," He said, staring at me.
"But I'm fine." I insisted.
"You cut yourself on your wrist." He sighed.
"How did you...—"
"I can smell your blood," Khiry said, grabbing my arm and holding my wrist.
"See? It's just a little cut,"
"It's still fresh,"
"What do you—" He cut me off, gently raising my wrist to his mouth.
"Khiry?" I called quietly.
"It won't hurt..." He raised it higher and started to lick the cut. Each lick felt like a drop of hot water being gently plopped on the spot his tongue touched. When he stopped, He glared at me. "Next time, let me know when you have a cut."
I nodded, trying not to blush. "Uh...I have to get dressed. Can you..." Khiry knew whenever I was gonna get dressed, he had to wait outside the room. He nodded and walked out, closing the door. "N..." Man, I'm so tired. I went to my closet and pulled out the school's uniform; a white shirt and black skirt. I grabbed my black hoodie and threw it on the bed. I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and hair. My hair was long, about lower-back length and I was a light brown, but I dyed my hair dark blue (So dark it looks black) a few months ago. Once out, I started to change. There was a sudden knock on the door.
"Hey, you done?" Khiry asked through the wooden door.
"Almost," I replied, getting my bookbag, walking to the door. I turned the knob and pulled it open. Khiry...wasn't there. I stepped in the hall and looked both ways. No one.
"K...Khiry?" I called, searching the hallway. I felt a slight breeze as I walked in the living room. I looked to my left and saw the door ajar. I was scared, but still stepped toward the door. I peeked through the visible streak of light that glimmered on the floor. No one was there, so I opened it fully. The whole backyard was empty. I walked down the stairs and into the yard.
"Khiry?" I called. I felt a slight breeze on the back of my neck and I instantly got scared. I turned fast, and saw Khiry, grinning.
"Khiry!" I yelled, hitting him with my bag. He started to laugh.
"I swear...th..that makes me...laugh every...time!" He managed to say. I pouted, and hit him again.
"Don't scare me like that!" I cried.
"Ok, I know it creeps you out when I breathe on your neck."
"Well..." I was referring to the fact that I thought something happened—
"Or were you worried about me," Khiry said, coming closer.
"N-No! I mean, I was a little worried, but that's only natural! Of course I'd be worried about my best friend who's like a brother to me!" Khiry smiled faintly and turned away.
"You're gonna be late for school. You should go." He said. His voice was deep, as if he were serious about something.
"Ok..." I said, a little confused at why he turned. I walked inside the house and Khiry followed. "Khiry?" I said, turning around. His head perked up.
"If you know breathing on my neck scares me, why do you do it?" Khiry stood still, as if thinking for an answer.
"I..." I could tell he couldn't explain. "I'm sorry. I'll stop if you want me to." He put his head down. I did, and yet I didn't. I get scared when anyone does that—because—long story. I stepped closer and he looked up. His eyes looked deep into mine, at least I think. His jet black hair shined with such glimmer. I wanted to touch it, but it would be awkward.
He stepped forward a little, making me want to back away.
I didn't. He was the only male I wasn't scared of.
He raised his hand to my cheek, then into my hair. He got a little closer, but the moment he did, I heard a loud ringing; My darn phone alarm. Khiry's hand jerked back, and I took out my phone. I dismissed the alarm.
"That scared me..." I sighed, laughing a little. Khiry let out another faint smile. Why does he look so depressed? "I'm gonna be late if I don't leave now."
Khiry nodded. I started to walk to the front door.
"Vivvy," Khiry called. His voice calling my name made me feel weird. I turned and Khiry was right in front of me. My face felt warm.
"Yeah?" I said, trying to hide my...fear. He got closer. "Khiry..." He still came closer. When he stopped, he held out a hand and touched my head. "Khiry, I'm fine."
"Your face was red." He pointed out.
"N..." Why do you have to be like this with me? "You should change back...to your form."
"Fine." He growled. He was so stubborn sometimes. Other times, he was a little clumsy. He stepped back and changed...into his Fox form.
"No, I meant your stuffed animal form!" I cried. He stepped closer, nudging my leg. I bent down and pet him.
"You wanna come?" I asked in a soothing voice. When he looked me in the eyes, his eyes were black. They looked like they glimmered with a...wanting for something.
"Ok. But...don't make any noises whatsoever." It looked like he understood. He changed into his...of course, Human form. Why? Why? "Khiry, I meant—"
"I know. But I wanted to be like this. I could be a new student...!" His face lit up.
"Why?" His face looked as if he were hiding something. He shook his head.
"Nevermind. But I'm going like this." He said. I sighed.
"Ok." I felt sick. Khiry going to my school? Ha! Yes, it seemed he was good at helping me with my homework, but still... I guess I spaced out because I didn't notice Khiry calling my name.
"Hm? Oh, sorry." I said.
"C'mon." He opened the door and gently pushed me out.
"You know the way to school?" I asked, surprised. Khiry nodded.
"I make sure you get there safe. Big brother, remember?" His voice had a rhythm to it in the last sentence. I giggled a little, and he laughed with me.
It wasn't long before we arrived at the school, my school, Haven. Haven High. "Queen" of All Schools, Number 1 in drama. I have to come here. Of all places, here.
"Big." Khiry simply said, observing the place. The school was four stories high, complete with center stairs and thick metal railings. Stone, even stone, and cement. Pretty well built.
"This is the school." I said. Khiry grinned.
"So are there a lot of couples here?" He asked. What? Why do you wanna know that...?
"What do you mean?" I asked shyly. Khiry came closer. No. Please don't. He came close enough to where I put my hands up, wanting to push him away, but my hands wouldn't push. I could feel his strong chest, his muscular body.
"No...Khiry...I get scared..."
"You're not scared, you're just nervous." He said calmingly. He looked down at me, and I didn't want to look in his eyes but they couldn't leave his gaze. His eyes were sweet and innocent, along with something else...I couldn't figure it out. Suddenly I heard a loud bell ring, and new it was the school's late bell.
My head zipped to the school. I stepped away from Khiry and grabbed his hand, running to the entrance. The door was open, thank goodness. I went to the main office and knocked on the partially open door. A woman's voice said, "Come in," So I opened the door. The usual lady, with dirty blonde hair and crystal blue eyes and light skin in a red blouse and black skirt.
"Vivaliana...?" She, Ms. Kauai, asked, confused. I never come here, so it's unexpected I'd be here today. Kind of.
"Vivvy." I corrected. I don't like to be called by my full name. It's too girly in a way.
"Sorry, but that's your name." She said.
"We have a new student," I said, ignoring her, pulling Khiry in the room.
"Really?" She said, looking him up and down. I cleared my throat.
"Friend. Best friend." Khiry interrupted me. I was gonna say cousin, but I guess that works too...
"Ooh. He's handsome, no?" She teased, winking. She was in her late twenties or early thirties. You're going to try to hit on my Khiry? Ha. Good Luck.
"Ok, let me..." She focused intensely on her computer screen and the constant noise of the clicking with the mouse was getting annoying. "Ok, what's your name?"
"Khiry," I said. I know it was probably directed at Khiry, but I couldn't help it. The lady looked at me then him.
"And last name...?" I panicked.
"Tsukarno," I blurted. Why didn't I come up with something better? Khiry let out a open-mouthed laugh but it was silent. He grinned and glanced at me by the corner of his eye. Ms. Kauai typed in his name and mumbled something I couldn't hear. Khiry looked uncomfortable all of a sudden. She clicked something to make the printer react and make a low bbbrrrrrr noise. A mini-paper came out and she took it from the printer.
"Your schedule," She got up and went around her desk to hand the paper to Khiry. He looked at his new schedule and grinned.
Even though the female worker asked me what my name was, Vivvy answered the question. "Khiry," She said. The sound of her saying my name made my stomach twist.
"And last name...?" The woman asked.
"Tsukarno," Vivvy said quickly. I had to laugh. Since we were in here, I just let a silent laugh escape from my mouth. I grinned and peered at her, not turning my head. The woman mumbled something...that annoyed me. I'm an animal, so I have good hearing. She said, "Blowjoooob," in a sing-song way. Hell no. Sick! The printer suddenly made a noise and a small piece of paper appeared.
"Your schedule," The woman said, handing me the small paper. The schedule looked complex, yet interesting. I had to grin.
"That's it, right?" Vivvy asked. Her voice sounded innocent, which she was, but more...pure...?
"Yes, that's it. For now," Vivvy looked at her suspiciously. She whipped her head and grabbed my wrist, dragging me out of there. She put a hand on her hip and one on her forehead; she was stressed.
"You ok?" I asked, walking near her. She looked somewhat startled by my presence, since she thought I was back, farther away.
"Um—yeah, I-I'm fine." No, she wasn't.
"Vivvy," I reached for her arm but she spoke quickly.
"The bell is going to ring in ten minutes. I could show you around." She turned and started to walk. What's with her?
"Hey...wait!" I called after her. She glanced at me. "What's wrong," I said, walking backward in front of her. Her eyes widened.
"Khiry, you going t—!" Before she could finish, I bumped into a stack of papers; and something soft. I turned and saw a boy, sixteen I'm sure, dark red hair and light brown eyes glaring at me.
"Khiry," She whined, helping the boy pick up the papers. When she looked up, she gasped.
"Ren?" Vivvy said. Who the hell is Ren? The boy grinned and chuckled.
"Yeah," The boy's voice was deep, but yet high-pitch. He had a white shirt with a black jacket and dark jeans. His left ear was pierced, I had my right ear pierced on the bottom and top.
Vivvy got up and gave him the papers she helped pick up. I sure as hell wasn't going to do it.
"Who's he," The kid nudged his head toward me.
"Khiry." I said. The boy looked at Vivvy.
"Your boyfriend?" He asked. Vivvy looked shocked.
"No! He's just my friend!" She said eagerly and quickly, tugging my shoulder. Wait, What? Wasn't I just like a...sigh. Nevermind.
"Yeah. We're friends." My voice was cold and emotionless. The boy, Ren, nodded and turned away.
"Oh, Vivvy," He called over his shoulder. Vivvy's face lit up. "If you're not busy, I wanted to take you to the new movie theater opening down the street," Vivvy was holding in her joy, I could tell.
"Uh—Yes! Sure! What time? And when?" She stuttered.
"This Friday, 8 sharp." Jerk. You don't even talk to her about what time is good? You just come up with it? Right. If he takes her, he better treat her good.
"Ok!" Vivvy squeaked, which is odd. She never squeaked. Ren grinned and kept walking.
Is this how you do the line...? no.