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 Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 12:42 pm
Dear Diary;
Where on earth am I suppose to keep this clumsy thing?!
Just the other day my mother was all freaked out because she swore she saw a giant fox eating out of the refrigerator. Not that I mind her being scared, but what happens if my family discovers him? They'll ship me off to the nut house for sure. And I can't let that happen yet. Not before I've learned how to use him. School's out for the weekend, but come Monday no one in my school will ever lay a hand on me again. If they do, they'll be met with red claws. I've heard they have the ability of fire, and I'm in the mood for something roasted.
But at the moment he's a bit reluctant to do anything I ask. Heck, he's like a rebellious teenager. Isn't that suppose to be my job? I've read old tales that say kitsune will obey a human only if that human shows them respect. This is hard to do when he's sitting on my desk and playing with my pencil as I try to write this. But I'm just going to have to be patient. Perhaps I could cook him some fish and rice...
So far I've noticed kitsune has the ability to flight, since he likes to float right above me when I wake up so he can startle me. So every morning I wake up to black hair tickling me and red eyes staring me down. But other than that I'm not quite sure what he's captable of. I'll have to do some research since he would rather leave me in suspence than releave any secrets. Tomorrow I'll head to the library.
For now, I try to keep him locked up in my room. He doesn't like this too much, but what else can I do? I know we entered a contract, but I'm still afraid he'll disappear if I let him outside. If I leave him in the basement, I risk someone in my family actually going down there and finding him. He's larger than I am, and since we're stuck in the same room he sleeps in my bed with me. Or rather at my feet like a little dog. I don't think he realizes his size, because I'm usually confinded to a hutched over position. Maybe he still pictures himself as a little fox sleeping in a forest.
Well, enough of this for now. I'll head to the library tomorrow after I've had some dinner and sleep.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 8:07 am
Dear Diary;
I went to the library recently, and all I can say is what a total disaster. It was the stinking middle of the day, and I left the stupid kitsune locked up in the room. I would guess it look a good 10 minutes of pulling against him on the doorknob before I could lock the door. Then I shoved the key into my pant pocket, grabbed my library card out of the kitchen cabinet, and was on my way. Luckily my parents were away visiting friends or else they would have heard all of that excessive banging. Well, my sister was home, but she also slept through her ceiling fan coming loose and crashing against the ground (true story!).
Earlier, I was tempted to bring the kitsune with me in case I might one of the boys from my school on the way. But today was Sunday, and I took my chances that they'd still be snozing. Even if they weren't, I can't imagine they would dare enter the library; they might have accidentally learned something.
With all that's happened in my life recently, it was nice to have a pleasant walk to myself. I finally got to think in peace without having someone stare at me for hours on end. I know I should be bouncing off the ceiling because my prays were answered, but I'm not sure how I feel about this kitsune. My whole purpose in going to the library was to get some insight as to why he was so disobedient.
As I neared the library, the sidewalk became lined with trees that were planted in an attempt to make the library appear more enticing. For just a moment, the leaves on several trees began to flob around. But I just assumed there was a slight breeze, nothing out of the ordinary. Oh how wrong I was.
Upon entering the library, I got a few angry glares as the door came to a very squeeky close. But I avoided any eye contact and went to search for the ancient history section. The task before me seemed daunting the second I lay my eyes on the unbelieveably stuffed shevles whose books ranged from turtles or ravens. Relenctantly, I grabbed the closest book to me and started shifting through the endless pages. I didn't even get past the 10th page.
The peaceful silence that was so strictly enforced by the employees of the library was shattered in an instant. I was filing those the shelves on the completely opposite side of the building, but the noise gave me a bad feeling. Me and a few other by-standers rushed over to where one employee stood. Down one of the aisles, which was devoted entirely to food, books were flung all over the ground and several pages were crumbled up along side them.
"It looks like they were...eaten..." One very confused woman muttered. In that instant, I knew what had happened. In a hurry, I dashed away from the startled mob and threw the book I'd had on a nearby table.
Once I reached the door, I threw it open and started stomping around on the sidewalk. "How on earth did you escape?" I shouted while still pacing around like a madman. Then out of the corner of my eye I spotted something red and silky hanging out of a nearby tree.
"Oh, don't think you can hide from me!" I yelled, rushed over. With one swift tug I managed to yank the kitsune from his perch. He fell to the ground with a loud thump and made a little squeaking noise. I began to threaten him, "Don't think I'm going to go easy on y-"
Before I could say anymore, the kitsune looked at me with his giant eyes and pouty face. Hanging from one corner of his mouth was the ripped up remains of a recipe for stuffed dumplings. Hanging my head in defeat, I pulled the kitsune to his feet. "All right, we can head to the grocery store if you want."
So, my trip to the library wasn't all that informative. I only learned one thing about my new protector, and it wasn't even from a book. Turns out the idiot can become invisible!
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 7:27 pm
Dear Diary;
We were almost exposed.
Today, I decided I needed a break. For the past few weeks I've been stuck taking care of a kitsune that's suppose to be taking care of me. He's so troublesome and I feel like a full-time babysitter. So, in my harshest voice I told the kitsune to stay in my room or I'd spot bringing him food. He immediately gave me an evil face, but I just glared back at him and locked the door on my way out (not that this old habit is of any use anymore, seeing as the kitsune can travel through walls).
In the living room, I sat myself down on the giant green couch and started flipping through the channels. As usual, there was channel after channel of silly cartoons and violent sports. It was due to shear lucky and determination that I found an educational show about butterflies. At the first commercial, I went into the kitchen and got myself a can of soda and a bag of pretzels. The whole scene was so normal I temporarily forgot about the creature lurking in my bedroom.
It wasn't long before I was ripped out of my dreamworld.
The show was just begining to explain the anatomy of a butterfly's wings when a terrifying shreak came from down the hall. My parents were both outside tidying up the yard, but within seconds they were in the house and down the hall. The scream was so sudden I managed to both scatter my pretzels all over the carpet and create a brown puddle on the table with my soda. My first instinct was to clean the mess, but if these past few weeks taught me anything if was that a clumbsy fox was probably at the bottom of this.
Leaving my mess where it lay, I rushed down the hall as fast as my slippery socks would allow. I found my parents hoovering over my very hysterical sister as she rambled on and on as her face welled up with tears. She kept repeating that she was just taking a relaxing nap when all of the sudden she felt someone breathing on her neck. The next moment, she said, night black hair dangled in front of her face and she saw a pale face with razor sharp fangs. Naturally, my parents thought she was raving mad. I, of course, knew everything she was saying was indeed true. But since my parents didn't believe a word she was saying, I took their said and told her it must have been a dream. I then excused myself from the room by saying I needed to go clean up my snack mess. But instead of heading back to the living room, I marched straight to my room. When I entered, the kitsune wasn't visible. This was a smart move of his part because he knew I was going to be furious.
Since I knew searching was useless, I called out in a harsh whisper, "What the hell were you doing?"
Suddenly, the kitsune appeared sprawled out on my bed and spoke the first words since he'd come to me. "I was just inspecting my body." His eyes were smiling devilishly and his mouth was curved up in a sly smirk.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 4:11 pm
Dear Diary;
to come very soon!
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