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and now for the stupid warnings. this story contains material of a homosexual nature. if this is not your thing then why are you even on here? and if you're underage, either gtfo, NAO... or hope you don't get caught. and now on with the show!

Nighttime. There was something about it, a sort of calming sensation, and whenever I gazed at the stars, it never failed to soothe my mind. The stars had no secrets, no problems. They just hovered up there and twinkled like diamonds under a spotlight.

Of course tonight I wasn't stargazing.

Instead I lay on my bed, legs crossed, paws behind my head, staring at the creamy white ceiling above me. It was the middle of winter and I was lying on top of the covers in nothing but a pair of bright blue boxers. But thankfully my fur repelled most of the cold. At the moment, the only light source in the room was the faint crimson red glow of the numbers on my alarm clock. Speaking of which, I glanced over at the device. The numbers read '1:30'.

1:30? I had woken up after a particularly bad dream and stayed awake for that long? Wow.

I yawned loudly and as I did, I felt nature calling and you know what they say: when you gotta go, you gotta go.

So I sprang off the bed and landed silently and gracefully in the doorway. Then I padded off to the bathroom, being careful not to wake the other occupant of the house, which was my grandfather. I had been living with for about two years now. Why?... I'll tell you later. When I got to the bathroom, I clumsily stumbled around for the light switch and flicked it. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the harsh light. When they did, a pair of icy blue eyes stared back from the mirror. I was a fox (species-wise smartass) with reddish brown fur all over my body except for my front, where a splotch of pure white fur began at the bottom, of my neck and ran down my chest, navel and ended at my crotch area. The fur on my muzzle, paws and the tips of my ears and tail were a rich chocolate shade of brown. I had what you might call a runner's physique; slender and toned. I'm a little embarrassed to say that my looks are a little feminine. In fact -though I don't like talking about it- at one point when I was younger my looks would lead to me being mistaken for a girl. So it was rather embarrassing when another male would walk up to me and ask me, out personally I would have liked to have taken them up on my offer. Yes, I'm gay. Go ahead, call me faggot, cock-sucker, fudge packer I've heard them all. But I should move on before I'm distracted. I noticed that my vision was slightly blurry and I realized that I had forgotten my glasses. You see I'm short sighted. I have been since I was six? Seven? Oh forget it I can't remember. Anyway, I finished my business, switched off the light and crept back to my room. I slipped into my bed, pulling the covers up to my chest.At this point, I did what I always did before i went to sleep nowadays. i reached under the pillow and took out a silver chain. Attached to this was a thin, silver gleaming crucifix studded with tiny gemstones along it's entire length. The jewellery glittered beautifully in the light of the alarm clock. cradling the necklace in my paw, i let out a silent sob. just holding and looking at this beautiful object brought back so many sad memories. Sniffling, i kissed the crucifix and placed it back under my pillow, blinking away the tears that had begun to form in my eyes.

I'm not sure when i fell asleep. all i know was that it was raining lightly, the water drops cascading down my window. rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, i rolled over to check the clock. 8:30. my grandfather was already up. i knew because the sound of singing wafted through my open doorway. my family was pretty musical, grandad kept telling me i had an amazing singing voice, though somehow i didn't believe him. oh god i just realized you don't even know my name! well, i'm Vincent. i'm sixteen years old. my last name is bradshaw but i haven't used that name since... you'll find out later. i heard dishes clattering. grandad was obviously making breakfast. seeing it was time to get up, i grabbed my black framed glasses off of my bedside table, placed them on and slipped out ofbed. the instant i did, the cold hit me, but it was ok. i liked the cold. i stepped into the hall. All of the walls and ceilings in the house were painted sky blue or cloudy white. the carpet and tiles were also cream in colour. the colours in this place gave off an atmosphere that said " sit back and make yourself at home..."

i felt like i was going to fall back to sleep standing up so i decided to take a nice hot shower. so i strolled over to the bathroom for the second time in just a few hours. i didn't bother locking the door. if grandad came upstairs, he'd hear the water running and know not to come in. i turned the shower taps until the water was at the temperature i wanted: steaming hot. i slipped out of my boxers and tossed them in the nearby wicker basket, then stepped into the water. i was in heaven the moment the gushing water hit my fur. it just washed away all my problems. funny how a shower can clear your head like that. after standing under the water for a moment, i reached for a yellow bottle of shampoo and started vigorously washing my fur. yes, i have a habit of fussing over my appearence. i partly cursed myself for it. after thouroughly washing my fur to give it a healthy shine, i turned the shower off, reached for a towel and began drying myself off, taking extra care on my tail to make sure it didn't turn out fluffy, well fluffier than usual. i wrapped the towel around my waist and padded back to my room. i had decided in the shower that I'd go for a walk so i picked out some good clothes which consisted of some new jeans i had gotten on the weekend, a grey tank top and my favourite dark green jacket. as a last addition, i took the silver necklace out from under my pillow and clasped it around my neck, tucking the crucifix under my shirt, out of sight. stifling the tears, i started down the stairs to emerge in a marble, silvery kitchen. leaning on the breakfast bar, eating a bowl of cereal was my grandad. a german shepard at the tender age of 56, his real name was gerald and at the moment, he was the only person who cared about me. he was prone to working out, no he ALWAYS worked out. you could tell because his muscles were bulging even through the baggy dark blue pyjamas he was wearing. to other people, he was normally gruff and overbearing but he had a cheerful and compassionate side that he only showed around me. he looked up and smiled as a i approached.

"so it lives at last!"

I chuckled and returned the smile."morning."

he noticed my attire.

"going somewhere?"

i shrugged.

"just thought i'd go for a walk."

"in this weather?"

he said, gesturing to the window.

"i like this weather."

grandad just shook his head."well, whatever. go have fun with ya friends smoking pot or whatever it is you kids do these days."

he remarked with a joking grin.

"will do gramps."

i replied and made my way to the front door. "what about breakfast?"

"i'll grab something in town."

"all right. have fun with ya buddies!"

"i will!"

i grinned and closed the door, then let my smile turn depressed.

[if he only knew.] i thought to myself. you see, the truth is i don't have that many friends. no, scratch that i have no friends at all. not that i was a loner, it was because of a certain incident in year 8 which i will not talk about at this time. let's just say it involved the showers and a guy i had a crush on. 'nuff said.

i stood on the front step, observing my surroundings. just across the street from our house was nothing but pure forest. i lived in a little country town in southwestern Australia called Nannup. it was a nice place, small and out of the way, surrounded almost completely by forest and lush countryside. everything in this place could be reached within two minutes or less just by walking, not that i was aiming to go anywhere. this walk was just for the sake of it. so i started off the step, out the front gate and down the lane towards main street. the rain had decreased to just a light drizzle. the water kept gathering on the lens of my glasses, after a while i just gave up cleaning it off altogether. i passed by the dormant Nannup district high school. the holidays had started last week and everyone had gone away to Perth.

"hey foxboy!"

or so i thought.

the voice belonged to a guy named Justin, a buff, obsidian black dragon with cold, souless crimson red eyes that pierced your soul like a bullet through flesh. he was the most popular guy in school; boisterous, arrogant and a typical single-minded hatred of anything that he considered abnormal.

namely me.

justin had caused me much hurt and humiliation in the past. i'd always shrug off his insults with a sarcastic comment, i'm good with that sort of stuff. but after year 8, the onslaughts had only gotten worse. and though i'd pretend that they didn't affect me, i know that in the deepest recesses of my mind, i wouldn't be able to take it for much longer... no. i'm not going to take the coward's way out.

"hello? i'm talking to you!"

reluctantly, i put my game face on and turned to face the black dragon walking towards me.

"what do you want?"

i snarled at him.

"just thought i'd see how my favourite punching bag was doing today."

i ignored the quip.

"i was under the impression that you'd gone on holiday."

"i thought you'd miss me so i stayed just for you."

he said with a fake smile.

"oh wow i feel so special."

justin ignored my sarcasm.

"so let me ask you, how does it feel to be nothing but dirt and a fag?"

that last comment hit home.

i was tired of being bullied by justin for being something that i couldn't help. this time i was NOT going to take it lying down. so what did i do? i exploded.

"WELL WHY DO YOU CARE?! WHY DO YOU PREY ON ME FOR BEING SOMETHING THAT I CAN'T CHANGE?! IF I'M GOING TO HELL FOR IT, YOU'LL BE THE DEVIL'S BITCH FOR PREYING ON ME AND THINKING THAT I'M NOT GONNA DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!! FRANKLY, PEOPLE LIKE YOU MAKE ME SICK!!"

my episode left me breathing heavily. justin drew himself to his full height and gave me a death stare.

"wrong answer, fag..."

if i didn't regret my actions then, i did a second later.

justin gave a vicious backpaw, sending me sprawling to the pavement, hard, my glasses skittering away. my cheek was stinging and there was a sticky dampness behind my ear where i had landed. i steeled myself for the beating i was about to recieve when-

"hey! leave him alone!"

justin turned to the source of the voice, then leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"today's your lucky day fag."

he spat before dashing off like the coward he was. my saviour jogged over and helped me up. then i remembered my glasses.

"uh oh, where are my glasses? ah shit! where are they?"

"are these them?"

my rescuer held them in his paw towards me. i took them gratefully. and put them back on.

"thanks."

i then got a better look at my hero.

my jaw dropped.

he was a cheetah, about 16 like me. he was dressed in dark jeans and a tight white t-shirt despite the weather. his face and muzzle were carved like that of an angel and rounded, pierced ears sat on his head through a tuft of blonde hair. his build was slim like mine, only he was slightly taller. slinking around behind him was a long slender, ringed tail. but what had most of my attention was the caring, slightly sexy half-smile on his muzzle and his luminous turquoise blue eyes. this was, to say it in one word...

perfect.

the cheetah started speaking.

"are you ok?"

i quickly regained my composure.

"Er... yeah i think so."

i replied, feeling the back of my ear. when i brought my paw back, the tips of my fingers were covered in splotches of blood. he noticed immedietly.

"here, hold still."

the cheetah brought a tissue out of his pocket and leaned foward, placing a paw on my shoulder and started dabbing at the gash. his paws were very gentle. i shivered whenever he touched me. finally he pulled.

"there, it's starting to scab over."

i gave him a thankful smile.

"so who was that jerk?"

he asked me.

"oh that was justin, the local brain dead idiot."

he laughed. i loved the sound of it, it was high-pitched, like a mouse squeak. music to my ears.

"so how come i haven't seen you around before?"

i asked him.

"my family and i just moved here. the name's Alex, short for Alessandro."

he said, sticking his paw out to shake. i took it. his paw was really soft.

"Vincent. short for vincent."

he laughed again.

"so why was justin picking on you?"

he asked. i shrugged.

"who knows. it's hard to tell why a retard does anything."

"heh, heh. touche. so do you want to hang out?"

that took a moment to reach my brain. the hottest guy i had ever seen wanted to hang out with ME?!

[come on vince, what are you waiting for, say yes!]

"uh, yeah sure."

"sweet. care to show me around?"

Alex asked, gesturing to the main street.

"you came to the right fox. climb aboard and please keep all limbs inside the vehicle at all times."

there was that laugh again...

as we started off down the street, i snuck a few glances at the gorgeous cheetah. everything about him was perfect, even the way he walked was graceful. and he was so nice to me, even though we didn't know each other that well. wait a sec...

[oh god vince, don't tell me you're having another crush! do i need to remind you of the last time you had one?but then again, you CAN just stay friends with him, just don't go somewhere that requires the both of you to be naked and close enough to touch.]

i gulped. trying to stay just friends with the most beautiful cheetah in existence. *sigh*, suddenly being beaten up by Justin didn't seem so bad...

and that's chapter 1. sorry to leave you all on a cliffhanger like that. i would have written more but i have some pretty tight time constraints. and i'm sorry but this may not recieve an update for a few days. it might but don't get your hopes up. ta ta! *blows everyone a kiss*