His Fox, everlasting

Past is the present (2)

I hate my past... I hate the boy... I hate everything to do with this! Why God!? Why me?! What did my mother do?! What did my father do?! Why do you spite us?!

The boy awoke with coughing and gasping for air, "Young man!" A blurry figure of a male over him, "Otōsan..." The boy reached for the man, only to see his arms bound in bandages, and pain lance through his head. The figure was blurry as he tried to make sense of it, "O....Otōsan...?" A male's voice shattered his possible happiness,  "I'm afraid not dear boy." The boy immediately sat up, before giving a yelp of pain as he clung to his stomach and sides.

"Careful! You're still tender." The man quickly tried to make him lay back down as the boy looked at him warily, "Who... who are you?" The man shrugged as he looked at the boy, "Me? I'm just an Old man... you are the demon to kill my family." The boy looked shocked before he gave a weak growl, "Y...you..." The man interrupted him, he didn't show any rage or even hatred, just concern, "My family did something cruel... didn't they? No need... don't tell me. Eat." He laid food out for the boy, "Abura... age?"

"It's your favorite correct? Go ahead, I haven't poisoned it." The boy took hold of the bowl, and stared at the elderly man, "Why aren't you trying to kill me?" The man looked at the little boy who's ears were out along with three tails, "I like foxes."

That one sentence, sent confusion along my brain, but I was hungry, I hadn't eaten for two months. Not since my birthday. The man told me about the house, when finally I was healthy enough to be able to attack, I never did. I don't really know why. I couldn't bring myself to it, I had already killed this man's family, destroyed his one love, and I was being sheltered and cared for it? Finally I had managed to get up, off the bed to the garden. But I still stayed.

"What is your name?" The old man asked the boy who just quietly mumbled, "I'm whatever you wish to call me sir." The boy had aged a bit now, looking like a teenager, staring at the garden that was covered in beautiful flowers, but to him, they were all melancholy. The old man tried to come up with a name for him, "Then Ashi, you remind me of my son." The boy gave a growl, "I don't wish to be called the name of the man that sent that bloody beast upon my mother!"

"You pent up your emotions..." The old man gave a small noise as he sat down with him, the boy's feet dangling while his was upon the ground. The teenage boy looked at him confused, "What are you talking about?" The older man again explained his thoughts, "You hold your emotions, before you release them, you only hurt yourself." The boy suddenly mumbled honestly, "Maybe I want to be hurt."

"Why?" The boy stiffened before he looked away from the man, "None of your business!" The boy took some breaths, the old man gave a smile, "Well, I have some friends coming over. So unless you want to be seen, I recommend going in your room." The boy looked at him and for the first time decided to do something different, "I want to meet these 'friends' of an old man." The man gave a chuckle before he stood up, the boy following suit, "Alright. Come along. I'll make tea."

That's how our first two years went together. I didn't really talk to him, I'd silently observe the people that came to his house, I'd go out every other week to kill someone and eat. He would talk to me, mostly about random poems, or about the gods. I never really cared. I had thought 'if god was good, then why did they abandon my family? Why would they destroy my loving mother?' The night I had warmed up to him... I remember that clearly, I had a nightmare.

"Okaasan!!! Okaasan!!!" The boy cried and wailed as he was tangled in his covers and sheets, the old man running into the room before gently running a hand through the boy's hair, "Ashi. Ashi, wake up." The boy sprung up trembling in fear before he calmed down, "Do you wish to talk about it?" The boy seemed to be trying to control himself, "N-no... I don't." The man softly patted his head as the boy was too frightened to push him off, "If you ever wish to talk, I shall listen, I won't judge you." The man stood up before he started to move out of the room, "Wait." The man turned before he gave a soft smile, "Get your blanket, I'll make some tea." The boy scrambled out of his bed before he followed the man, sitting down near the table they started to drink the tea, "S...sir?"