Kitsune Chaos

Part 2

Cassie woke up the next day to the sound of her parents screaming at each other. They’d hope a change of scenery would make everything better, it hadn’t.

The first thing Cassie noticed through the screaming was the strange boy sitting on one of the boxes.

He had really long reddish brown hair and tilted yellow eyes. His pointed face and high cheek bones made him look rather fox-like. He was rather slim and wore clothes Cassie had never seen before. It looked like a very pretty robe that was tied together with a wide bit of ribbon.

“What are you wearing?” Cassie asked, young mind thirsty for knowledge.

The strange boy smirked at her, though he answered with a lilting accent. “A kimono.”

“What’s a kim-on-oh?”

“A kim-oh-no is a full-length robe that falls to the ankle and is wrapped around the body, always with the left side over the right. It’s secured by an obi that’s tied at the back.” After a quick pause for breath he continued. “Not that I’d expect such a simple mind as yours to comprehend that.”

“Whatever.”

Cassie turned back to her parents; they’d stopped arguing and were getting things ready for a make-do breakfast.

But they weren’t.

The bedroom things were in the kitchen box. Which wasn’t possible, last night the kitchen box had been under the bathroom box, and the boxes hadn’t moved.

Cassie thought of the weird boy with the tilted eyes and strange robe-thing. She turned to ask him if he knew anything but he wasn’t there.

Instead a fox ran from the fireplace and ran around her parents three times before disappearing up the stairs. Her parents looked at each other before coming to the conclusion they should call pest control. Her mother went upstairs to inspect the bedrooms.

“Because, honey,” her father said to her when she asked why they couldn’t keep it as a pet, “it may have some nasty germs on it, and we don’t want you to become ill.”

A clamour from upstairs made the two of them dash to see what was wrong.

Apparently her mother had tripped on a small glass ball that had rolled out from a cupboard she’d been investigating. And the fox was glaring at her mother while the ball was in its paws.