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03-05-2008
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The Beginning Of Life
The Beginning of Life Ding…dong... “Who the hell is that,” exclaimed an angered 16 year old fox. His mother and father named him Zuka at birth, which means “grave” in Egyptian. He looked at his alarm clock, which showed 10:30 PM. “Oh damn it all!” he yelped, as he threw his clock against the opposite wall. Ding…dong… “I’M COMING, I’M COMING! JESUS CHRIST!” Zuka saw something bright on his desk. “Oh f…” he was cut off by the doorbell again. “…Bet the damn thing is dead,” his iPod had turned on over night, and the battery was about to die. Zuka turned it off, while trying to pull on a pair of pants. Ding…dong… “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?” Zuka threw open the door. His eyes grew wide. There was a uniformed policeman at his doorstep with his hat off. “I didn’t steal the iPod! My parents are just assho…” “...I’m afraid I have some very bad news. Your mom and dad were in a terrible car accident…neither of them made it,” he said with a solemn and sincerely sorry voice. He continued, “Legally, you can stay in your home till the end of this month, at which you will be taken to a foster home for adoption. Do you want me to contact anybody for you?” “…No…please leave…” Zuka said, an incredible depression setting in. He loved his parents, and they were taken away in just one sentence. The officer continued, “There will be a social worker coming by every day to check on you, ok?” Zuka nodded and the officer left. He went back to his room and sat on his bed. His life had just ended. He was a lost soul in a lightless universe where pain was what ruled the darkness. He looked over at the destroyed alarm clock. Zuka’s thoughts were coming and going, as if they were on Ecstasy. His mind went from, “God damn it…its Thursday…have to go to school,” to “What did I ever do to deserve this?” Zuka got up; he was already an hour late for school. He grabbed a pitch black shirt with “My Chemical Romance” printed on the back, slung his backpack over his shoulders, and walked out the door. “FAMILY XING,” a sign said, there was a picture of a father, mother, girl, and boy on it, his eyes began to tear up. He remembered when he was told his dog wasn’t coming home, for he had been hit by a moron who was late for work. The truth that his beloved friend was never going to be seen or heard from again didn’t really set in until hours later. The same thing was happening now, but he was going to worry about that later, he had to get to school. One more absence meant Saturday school. Suddenly, life came screaming back to him. The cross guard was waving the dark red fox to come across the street, car horns were blaring, and drivers were yelling. He jogged across, the cross guard wishing him a good day. He held it in, Zuka wanted to yell, “OH IT’S A GOOD DAY, HUH? WELL MY LIFE WAS PULLED FORM UNDER MY FEET AND I FELL ON MY FREAKING ASS AND MY PARENTS JUST DIED, THIS IS A GRAND ****ING DAY!” But it wouldn’t be right to take out his bottled up angst on a random person. “McArthur High School,” the large illuminated sign read. Zuka hurried to the office to fetch a late pass. The form required an explanation for the absence, he simply wrote, “Because I hate school.” The bell rang right then. It was third period, gym class, the worst class of them all, in his opinion. Zuka usually had long, silky fur, which was considered to be a “girl’s trait,” but his mother used to brush him after his bath…the stinging in his eyes started again. You just can’t cry in a boy’s locker room, you just can’t. He hurried toward the locker room, not wanting to miss the beginning of class. He ran to his locker, tears starting to form. “Dude, are you okay?” asked Ricky. Ricky had been the fox’s best friend since the beginning of high school. Ricky was a grey wolf, lean and strong. He was the fastest runner, as well as another hated character in the school. “**** no,” exclaimed Zuka in a defeated voice, “My ****ing parents are dead…at the end of the month…I will have to move out, and into some ****ing strangers house where I will probably be abused and shit like that, man!” “Wait…slow down…tell me what happened,” Ricky said with a helpful and concerned tone. Zuka explained the whole thing, from the broken alarm clock, to the police man, down to the “fact” that he was going to kill himself. Ricky embraced Zuka in a full-hearted hug. “QUEER!” exclaimed a few people. Zuka tried to pull away, but Ricky just whispered, “Forget them, j…just please…let me help you…” Ricky said with a true sadness in his voice. Zuka pulled away, got changed into his gym uniform and tennis shoes, and ran out of the locker room. He could feel the tears coming and this time, he couldn’t stop them. They flowed freely, unlike they had in years. His deep red fur was getting wet from the tears, he saw a figure in the distance, and it was grey and moved like a lightning bolt. “What the hell do you want, Ricky,” asked Zuka with an exasperated voice. “Look, man, we both know you need to help here, even though I haven’t experienced the tragedy that you have, I still feel like I know your pain…imagine having your best and only friend in the whole world hear that he is going to kill himself, just think,” said Ricky as if reading from a script. “****…the teacher said I can stay with you and you don’t have to come back to the class until you’re ready. Why don’t we see the school’s psychologist?” “NO! I WILL NOT DEGRADE MYSELF TO THAT HUMILIATION! Yelped Zuka, as tears continued to fall from his fur onto the smooth concrete sidewalk. “I will see you tomorrow, Ricky…I can’t handle this right now…” With that, the fox sprinted off towards the locker room. Chapter Two: Caretaker of Teens Zuka awoke to a knock at the door. After he had stormed out of school like that, it was probably another officer trying to take everything away—this time, it may be his freedom. “Z…Zuka?” A feline mewled at the door, “I understand how you feel right now…please let me in,” the voice pleaded. “How the **** would you know how I feel?!” barked the fox. “My parents were murdered in front of me when I was 10 years old. I will never forget my parent’s last words,” the feline answered in a serious and depressed tone. With that, the 16 year old hopped up from the couch and trotted to the door and flung it open. There stood a white cat around the age of twenty-five or twenty-six. She was wearing a pink tank top with a white flower in the middle and a pair of heavy-duty looking cargo shorts with a black leather belt. Her fur was as soft looking as his own, but seeing as it was on a female, it looked like it belonged on her. “What,” asked the fox with a depressed tone of voice, “I am not in the mood…” “May I come in?” asked the feline with a pleasant voice. “Give me some ID, then maybe,” replied the fox, rather rudely. “Why of course, “ exclaimed the cat as she handed him a badge. “My name is Kieta. My mother and father were on vacation in Japan when I was born. The doctor’s name was Kyoto Metamora, and I presume you are Zuka?” The fox nodded, stunned by the cat’s white fur that seemed to pierce the dark realm he was stuck in, the sun seemed to almost glint as the cat walked to the couch in the living room. “Alrighty, first things first, I need to ask you some questions, then we can go out for ice cream, how’s that sound, Zuka?” “I’m not a ****ing kit,” the fox said blatantly, a smile appearing on his face, but it was just momentarily. Zuka was being treated like a kit, what 16 year old likes that kind of treatment? “Zuka is a beautiful name, what does it mean?” asked the cat politely, not exactly expecting a friendly response. “It means ‘grave’ in Egyptian. I guess I was an accidental baby and my parents ****ing hated me and that’s why they killed themselves,” said the fox, beginning to cry, he tried not to with all the mental strength he could muster, and that wasn’t much. Jumped up and scurried down the hall, skidding and hitting a wall. Tears began flowing freely from his eyes and his face fur was getting wet again. The feline was in pursuit of him. Zuka slammed his door shut and locked it, hiding under the blankets. His muffled sobs could be heard through the thick wooden door and down the hall. “Please, let me in, I can help you through this!” the cat pleaded, “here, just open the door and let’s talk, please!” The door cracked open and one bloodshot eye could be seen through the small opening. “Please! Let me help you, that’s what I am here for, helping foxes like you through hard times like this!” the cat pleaded. “Last time my mom said that, she put me a ****ing cage and dragged me kickin’ and screamin’ to the damned vets, you expect me to trust you?” the fox said with a distrusting tone. “I’ll tell you what, you can bite me and run away if I try anything funny that you don’t like, ok? I won’t chase you if you run, alright?” the white feline reasoned. “Fine,” Zuka said with the same distrusting tone in his voice. The door was slowly opened and the feline walked in. “I know you said you aren’t a kit, but some of the teens I work with say this really helps with stress…” she reached into her handbag and produced a cylinder filled with a white fluid and bottle tapered off to a clear bulb. “The **** is that!?” yelped the fox, “That’s not coming anywhere near my mouth, lady! I don’t know what you are trying to pull, but this is really ****ed up!” the fox backed into a corner of the square room. The feline stayed on the bed, “Just try it. It’s like any type of food; you don’t know if you don’t like it if you don’t try it.” The fox and the feline’s eyes locked and Zuka felt as if she was injecting him with feelings of trust. Slowly, he got on all fours so that he could run rather if she tried to pull anything funny. The fox walked to the bed and hopped up. The cat told him to lay his head on her lap and let her do all the work. She had to tease his lips with the bottle before he took it. He started to suckle on the silicone nipple, as he began to fall asleep. It was an ecstasy of pure happiness when he drifted into a deep sleep. When he awoke, it was dark and his head was on a pillow. Beside him on the nightstand was a note and…a pacifier? “I know you might now use this, but it’s here just in case you want to try it. I left two more bottles of milk in your refrigerator. If you want to drink it before bed, you should warm it up for about thirty seconds in the microwave. I will see you tomorrow when you get off school.” ~Kieta Chapter Three: How Much Is Too Much? Bzzz…Bzzz…Bzzz… Zuka got up; it was Tuesday, another day of school. He stretched and walked to his closet and chose a plain black T-shirt and a pair of plain black slacks. Bzzz…Bzzz…Bzzz…Bzzz… His cell phone startled him. “Hello!?” came a frantic cry from Ricky. “What’s up, dude? Calm down,” said a surprised fox. “You scared the **** out of me, man! I thought you were ****ing serious about your “little” suicide threat yesterday! Ever do that again and I’ll be the one causing your death!” yelled the wolf, “Get your ass to school before I rip your tail off!” “God…I’m heading out the door…I’ll be there soon enough, bye,” with that, Zuka hung up the phone. Bzzz…Bzzz…Bzzz… “Hello?” came the feline’s voice, “did you use the pacifier? I had to get a bigger one that you could actually use comfortably. Did you use those bottles yet? I need to know so I can bring over some milk for you.” “Whoa…calm down, I didn’t use them yet, and thank you for the pacifier. Your little “treatment” helped one hell of a lot,” the fox yipped in his happiest voice. “I’m on my way to your house right now, why don’t you wait out front for me and I will take you to school, how does that sound,” she feline asked in a mother-like voice. Zuka grabbed his keys and phone and headed out the door and waited for the feline to show up. Zuka ran to the car as soon as it came into his field of view. They raced off toward McArthur High School. “Thanks for the ride,” Zuka yipped toward the car as the fast red care raced off into the distance. “Who was that?” asked a voice, Zuka wheeled around. “Oh, hey Ricky, she is a social worker…until the end of the month, I have the house all to myself…Dude…I really need to talk to you,” Zuka said with a very serious voice, “It’s about…last night, but you have to swear to god that you won’t tell anyone, or I am DONE FOR!” “Alright, man, just tell me what happened,” Ricky responded with an assurance in his voice. Zuka explained about his “tantrum” and the baby bottle and the pacifier, and all the while, a Rottweiler from gym class named Brodie kept looking at him periodically. Zuka stopped, “Ricky…You know that asshole Brodie from Gym?” “Yeah, why?” “You think he would want to know any of this information so he could use it against me as like blackmail or something?” “Naw, man, no one is THAT much of an asshole. Not even brod—,” he was cut off. “Not even…what…Answer me bitch, I SAID ANSWER ME,” Ricky was picked up by his backpack and thrown to the ground. Mr. Williams rushed over to help Ricky, who had hit his head on the concrete. “Brodie! What is this about! Tell me right now or you will be expelled from this school,” the principal said in a harsh tone. “If some little FAGGOTS were making racial slurs about YOUR mother, wouldn’t you beat THEM up?” Brodie had a way of making every obvious lie seem to be true. “You two, front and center! Is Brodie telling the truth?!” he growled. “You know damn well he isn’t, Mr. Williams,” exclaimed Ricky, almost offended. “You, Brodie, are coming with me right this very instant,” growled a very angry Bulldog. At brunch, Kieta checked in with me. The fox and feline talked more, and she offered to take me to lunch, since there was an hour break and off-campus privileges. ********** “W…What do you want,” Ricky stammered, “We don’t have any money with us, and even if we did, we would have given you it,” Ricky yelped with a higher pitch than normal. Both the fox and the wolf’s ears were down as low as they could go, and their tails were about between their legs. The fox stopped shivering. “There is nothing you can take away from me that won’t be taken away by the end of this month,” Zuka began, “I have things set up for the end of the month when they come to take me away to the pound.” A big crowd had gathered, creating an impenetrable fighting circle around the Rottweiler and the trembling wolf and fox. The huge, muscular dog began to smirk, “Do your little ‘suicide’ plans involve drinking warm milk from your ba-ba?” The crowd erupted in laughter and “OH YOU GOT BURNED!” statements. “What are you talking about,” Zuka lied, unable to keep his voice steady. “Your kitty mommy said she left a change of diapers in the office for you, and it looks like you need them!” Once again the crowd erupted in “Oh you got BURNED!” statements and questions about how a wolf and a fox get it on. The Rottweiler continued, “Oh, did you bring your binky with you? You may need to use it as a dildo for your homo pussy over there!” he pointed to Ricky. “You never insult my friends. You NEVER do that, are we clear,” asked the fox. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you and him were in a HOMO clan! Why don’t you protect your own pussy? Oh wait! I FORGOT! IT’S ALREADY PROTECTED BY A DIAPER!” That comment was followed by a barrage of “Hey look, it’s the little homo baby pussy!” and “Hey fag, you forgot your didees!” Ricky had embraced Zuka in a hug, as he cried onto the fox’s shoulder. Zuka put his arm around Ricky’s shoulder and walked him outside. Zuka pulled out his phone and dialed Kieta’s number. “Hello, this Kieta speaking, how may I help you?” “Um…I need some help…There’s been an incident,” the fox was hopeful that she could help. “Oh my god, what kind of incident?” “You need to come pick up me and Ricky, I can give you his home number, Ricky’s mother is there. You need to help us…” “I’m not sure what I can do, it’s not my jurisdiction on who can leave school…” “Look, you just need to help us. I don’t care if we get in trouble, Saturday school, or WHAT EVER! We just need to have a safe place to calm down, please help us!” There was a sigh, “Alright, fine…but only since I care about you.” “Really, you mean it? Thank you so much,” exclaimed the fox. Where a dark universe once stood, a lone, dull light bulb has now taken its place. “Where can I pick you two up at?” “There is a park across from school, we will be in the picnic area, thank you one again Kieta!” “Ricky, we are going to go to the park to calm down, and then back to my house, ok?” Zuka explained that Kieta would take care of his parents and school. The pair walked slowly, Ricky’s crying never ceased until they were clear of school grounds. Zuka held Ricky close to his chest and began singing a lullaby to the crying wolf. Slowly, the sobs became less and less and finally stopped all together. The fox took a paper towel from his bag and wiped up the tears. “I…I’m so sorry you had to see that,” the wolf said with a terrible sadness in his voice. “Don’t worry. They won’t tease you, and I can handle their teasing as long as my best friend doesn’t join them. Together, we have the strength to handle whatever those morons can throw at us! But I do have one question, why were you so affected, but I wasn’t? When they started calling us ‘fags’ and ‘homos’ why did you start crying…? Unless…are you…umm…you know…bisexual?” the fox asked shyly, not wanting to offend him. “N…no…I’m…” Ricky’s tears renewed, as he buried his face in Zuka’s chest fur. “Are you gay, Ricky? You know that by now you could be an axe murder and I wouldn’t hate you, right,” asked the fox cautiously. “I wanted to tell you for so long, but I was afraid you would make fun of me and tell all of those asses about me…” the sobs took at least 5 minutes to stop this time. “I don’t think I am gay or bisexual, but I think that gay people can see things in a different perspective than strait people can, because the gay people I know don’t mind if they use pink in a painting and aren’t afraid to make ladies handbags, because what is someone going to do? Call them gay?” the fox reasoned A car horn beeped. Both of them looked up, it was Kieta. “What was that about?” she questioned when the pair got into the car, Zuka with bloodshot eyes and Ricky with tear after tear trickling down his cheek. Zuka inches closer and closer to Ricky as the car sped along the road. “Alright, we’re here. Hey, Zuka, remember how I calmed you down…? There are two left in the fridge…” “W…Wait…two what?” exclaimed Ricky, all of a sudden very aware what would happen to him, would he get a boyfriend, the one thing he wanted above all else? Would he just get called a fag and left to dry? Sorry, but the formatting got messed up a little bit, but should still be readable. 3,567 words. |
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