Finding Home: Chapter 1
*cracks knuckle* wow, I have been working recently. Anyways I close to promised myself that my story "one fun evening" would be a one shot, that It wouldn't be anything more but, as you will find out, that didn't happen. Alright well enjoy.
The following characters and plot is all of my creation, any similarities are completely coincidental. Please do not plaigiarize any of the following works, if you would like to use a character of mine please ask me.
Finding Home
What does a home consist of? Is it four walls and a ceiling? Is it anywhere you have family? I submit that it is a place where you feel love, where you feel secure. Unfortunately I have been homeless my whole life until a few days ago. For only a few brief seconds I felt that feeling of home. I felt it with my best friend, I felt it and it was torn away from me.
And now my family is moving, far away from the place that had felt like home so shortly.
I walked out to the car after saying goodbye to the house that held so many memories, memories that will most likely fade as the months pass, along with that sense of home. I got into the back seat, fading into the background as my "mother" and "father" started talking in the front seat. I put the headphones in my ears and turned up some music, happy to drain out the over complicated sounds of the world.
I wish I were home right now... I wish that somebody loved me, that I felt safe where I am right now. I stared out the window and watched as familiar landscapes turned into a foreign wilderness. I looked out the back window as the road spanned out behind the car. The music became close to silent under my thoughts. What if this new town is horrible, what if I get picked on. What if somehow, people find out I'm gay and they try to kill me, or worse, if no one ever found out and I'm stuck alone for the rest of my life.
The very thought of it makes me want to curl into a little ball and let the fear be muffled by the dreams of the guy I loved, how we shared our first kiss and were simply torn apart, and So... I did.
I am covered in darkness, but instead of feeling emptiness, this darkness has substance, warmth, and love.
"I love you, Ryo" my love says, his paws in mine, and his eyes focused onto mine.
"I love you so much, I couldn't live without you..." I open my maw as to say his name but nothing comes out. The letters are there that make up his name but it seems so illegible, as if in a code. And from there everything goes downhill.
I look at his face and see the loving look disappearing and being replaced by a look of pain. Did I cause it? I look down and see a crimson red stain growing on his shirt. It keeps growing and soon engulfs his whole body. Now I'm alone as an oblivion of white starts to creep upon me, it starts to swallow me, pulling me in. I feel arms grabbing me, pulling me deeper into the white. I look around to see slightly familiar furs surrounding me.
"You killed him!" they chant completely blocking off any escape. One of them pulls out a dagger and increases the volume and speed of the chant. The fur come close to me pulling down a hood to reveal a fox staring at me, he looks familiar, I know him but I just can't think of a name or where I had seen him. His eyes are dark red, the color that engulfed my love. He is completely white except for a small black star shaped marking on his bridge and the black hair sweeping across his face. The dagger comes closer to me pointed directly at my chest. I try to move but my muscles are frozen. I see a quick blur of white and a reflective shine.
The sun stabs at my eyes as I close to jump out of my seat. Sweat drips down my face as I look around the car and realize that I am relatively safe, at least away from that murderous fox. I wait a moment for my vision to restore to see that it is already morning and fifteen hours into our twenty-hour journey to California.
"You're finally awake? We were about to take you to the hospital," my "father" says with a small laugh. I force a strained chuckle and stare outside the window. I see absolutely nothing; well that's an exaggeration but only slightly. The only thing I see is sand, miles upon miles of sand.
"Where are we?" I ask.
"You are in California, the Mojave desert. The outskirts of a small town called Palmdale. We only have about two hours left," my "mother" answers.
"Yeah, we are making excellent timing!" my "father" adds. "You ready for Redwood?" he asks taking a quick glance at the back seat.
"As ready as I will probably ever be," I say, a tone of uncertainty that I wish didn't exist showed through.
"Don't you worry, I'm sure everything will be fine, you will find someone you connect with, you're awesome you'll make friends soon. I'm sure of that." my "mother" turns around, looks me in the eyes, and says. She has a smile on her face that just seems so unreal; it's so forced as if wanting me to think she is happy.
I put back on the headphones that fell off during my sleep and relax, waiting to arrive in my new house. I look back out the window as the desertous landscape starts turning green and trees start forming along side the road. I feel the car slow down and come to a stop as an otter comes into view, standing alone on the side of the road, his clothes slightly torn
"Hello, I'm all alone and I don't know what to do, could you help me?" he asks a solemn look in his eyes. My "parents" look at each other; whisper something in a volume that I can't hear, and gesture towards the back seat. The otter runs around the car, thanking us the whole way.
"So, what's your name?" I ask after getting a better look at his body. His fur is a dark blue save his chin and going down his chest which is a very soft looking white.
"It's Luke," he answered. He looked at me revealing bright sky blue colored eyes on his round face, with round ears. The silhouette of his face could easily be used as the symbol of a cartoon corporation.
"I'm Ryo, It's nice to meet you!" I say as I put my paw out for a shake. He grabs it and shakes. The softness of his pads and fur are unbelievable. I stare into his eyes, getting lost in the sea of blue in front of me. His eyes are looking into mine; his maw creates a small smirk. Having his face in my sight feels so warm, having him smile is amazing. Almost as amazing as... I stopped I don't want to forget him, I don't want this otter to take over my thoughts, I don't want him to replace... the name once again eludes me.
I looked out the window at the landscape going by. The view began to blur as I felt myself fall asleep again.
I awoke no more than an hour later to a pair of blue eyes in my face. I realized where I was. I was lying in the back seat sprawled out with my head on Luke's lap. I felt something poke at my head and I turned my head to see what it was. After my rotation was complete I saw a bulge in my face. I looked up to see Luke's fur turning purple and pink. I quickly sat up worried about what he thought of me lingering on his lap. I'm not so sure what I was doing on his lap in the first place. It did feel really comfortable though; if I could I would lie on it the whole way to my house. What if he's gay, and it was me he was getting hard about? Or on the other hand, what if he is angry that I was lying on his lap. I took a quick look at him and saw a slightly bewildered expression on his face.
I returned my gaze to the window and saw a town come into view as we exited the freeway.
"We are now approaching our destination. Please make sure you are sitting in an upright position and your tray is secure," my "father" joked.
"Finally," I mumbled to myself as I got my things together in anticipation of our arrival. Luckily I could crawl into my bed and fall asleep due to the fact that the movers took our stuff the day before we left.
A few turns and red lights later we finally arrived that the place I will reside in its quite larger than our previous house. I unbuckle my seat belt and get out of the car, my back and ass sore from the drive. I walked into the front door and had the sudden urge to urinate. I felt as though my bladder was about to explode. I quickly searched for a bathroom and did my business then returned to the entrance to see everyone, even Luke, walking through the door.
"Oh right, honey, Luke will be staying with us for a while, he could bunk with you," "mom" says, "well go check out your room," she says looking between Luke and me. Luke went upstairs.
"Wait, what did I miss?" I ask, confused at Luke.
"Luke will be staying with us, he's going through a really hard time, he needs people around him," she says with a hint of compassion.
"Don't you think you might have wanted to run this through with the person he is going to be sharing a room with?"
"Well, you want me to kick him out now?"
"No," I mutter.
"And you seemed so happy sleeping on his lap, so just think of him like your brother," she says with a tone of agitation in her voice.
"Fine!" I sound reluctant although I couldn't be happier, I get a cute otter staying in my room, how could I possibly be angry with that? I ran up the stairs to check out my room and the otter in it.
The walls were a dark red which went well the black furniture that I had already had. Luke was standing in the middle of the room admiring it.
"Hey Luke," I said timidly.
"Hi," he returns, turning around to face me. "That thing... um in the car... I-I'm sorry about that," he forces out.
"Don't worry about, I'm sure it was nothing"
"Oh, alright then"
I spent the rest of the day unpacking and generally relaxing after the long ride. That night Luke slept in my bed with me. I kept imagining pressing my muzzle against his or saying something to him, something heartfelt, but I remained silent and fell asleep despite my thoughts.
"I love you," a voice says. The words are comforting, warm. Blue covers my vision. Out of the blue materialized an otter with shining blue eyes that seemed to be saying the words I had heard. This dream didn't turn sour. This dream maintained the warmth and love until I woke up.
I kept my eyes closed wanting to return to the dream world that felt so comfortable. I started becoming aware of my surroundings. I was lying on something warm and soft. It was moving up and down rhythmically. It had a small beating sound deep inside it. It felt so comforting. I felt air blow against my ear and cause it to twitch. An arm was wrapped around me. I then knew the position I was in. this was my second time waking up in close quarters with Luke, something about him seems to draw me towards him, even in my sleep. I enjoy this interaction or lack therein. I love lying on his soft chest listening to his gentle heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breaths. I wonder if he's awake, and if he is what then, do I pretend to be asleep or should I say something.
A paw touches my head and begins to lightly pet it. It feels so good; my tail begins to wag lazily.
"God, your so cute!" the beautiful voice above me whispers, "if only you were-"
"Gay?" I cut him off reluctantly lifting myself off of him to look him in the eyes. Those shining blue sapphires staring back into to my rubies.
"Oh... um... I," he trips over his own words. I press my muzzle against his, throwing all caution to the wind. He accepts the gesture pressing back. I press my tongue at the opening of his maw, breaking through and being introduced to his tongue. I roll my tongue around in his mouth.
This feels so familiar, not just the feeling of kissing someone, but also this feeling I have. It feels warm, secure. I want to stay like this forever.
"Hey boys," a voice penetrates through the door, preceding a knock. "It's time for breakfast" it's my "mother".
"Com'on we'll pick up on this later," I say pulling him up and to a sitting position. "For now we need to eat breakfast"
We head out the door and are welcomed with "mom"'s amazing cooking. I looked at the plate and saw two breakfast burritos. I took a bite out of one and chewed the ham, potatoes, bacon, and tortilla in my mouth. I swallowed it and proceeded to eat the rest of the deliciousness. After I was done I thanked my "mother" and went back to my room. Moments later my blue otter came walking through the door. He closed it behind him. He came to join me already lying on the bed.
He reached his paw behind my neck and pulled me in for a kiss... a sudden flash of black covered my vision. I pull away from him, my eyes turning misty. I hide them under my paw. The memory, stinging like salt in an old wound, only this wound isn't that old. I feel a paw move my arms and wipe my crimson eyes clear of tears.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"It's just, there's this guy I knew, I truly loved him, but he's gone now. I'm starting to feel you are filling that void that was left when he left, but I'm starting to forget him, I mean, I can't even remember his name anymore!" I say as fresh tears start pouring out of my eyes. He once again wipes them away.
"I know exactly how you feel," he says sympathetically.
"How could you possibly understand?"
"Because I have recently lost someone I loved as well and being around you is starting to ease the pain, but I feel bad for getting over his death by finding someone else"
"So, how did he... die?"
"We were walking along that road you picked me up on and he was taken," he says as tears start rolling down his face. I mimic his actions and wipe them off.
"Who took him?"
"I was a group of white wolves... they were feral," he says as my heart sinks.
"My love turned feral, I had to shoot him," I blurt out.
"So, we both lost the ones we loved to the phenomenon that is ferality, it still amazes me how furs turn feral. Everyone thought that it was just a separate group of furs but now regular furs are turning feral, it's quite scary. I mean, you could turn feral any moment. Your hair and cute little mark would turn white, your fangs would enlarge, and you'd come snarling at me ready to eat my face off" the thought of it is indeed scary. How long had "he" been going feral? Would I have ever known? What if he had turned full feral?
Luke pulled me close to him his chest pressed against mine. He whispers into my ear: "We don't have to worry about that though, you won't turn feral. You're safe, you are safe in your home" and I do feel home in this room, with Luke.
It is home.
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