Shiki chased after a squirrel that looked really delicious. "Oh my god! You stupid ass squirrel!" He yelled at the fuzzy creature. When he finally gave up, Yang came and scooped it up with his mouth. "You're pathetic." The black fox mumbled.
Shiki glared and threw a pine cone at the fox, who scampered away. "Why am I even chasing sweet little woodland creatures?" He asked with bewilderment. The fox hopped on a branch and dropped the squirrel.
"Because you refuse to feed me." He said simply. Shiki stared dumbly before shoving the fox out of the tree.
"By the way, are you never going to mention those annoying teens?" Yang muttered. Shiki shook his head and smiled.
"Why not?" Yang asked. Shiki looked at Yang and Yang understood. "Yeah, yeah. Your powers can get out of control. You could most definitely kill them."
Shiki nodded and continued to lay his head on his arms. "Still.... to think your father showed up. Him of all people."
Shiki laughed as he remembered the satisfaction of punching to man. "Though...... he looks nothing like you...." Yang whispered.
Shiki shrugged as he collected wood. "I got more features from my dear mother." He said. Yang shook his head and made a low growl.
Shiki looked over to see a wolf. This wolf was actually a rogue. It was abandoned by its mother and Shiki saved it. It ran over and Shiki opened up his arms.
"Hey oh Rogue!" He yelled as he hugged the silver wolf. It's mismatched eyes glowed. Yang made a sickly face as he watched the wolf.
When Rogue tried running over to Yang, Yang ran into the nearest tree and climbed it. Shiki laughed as he patted the wolf's soft head.
"It's been a while." He said as he went back to collecting wood. Yang made a strange foxly face and nodded. "A good while." He said as he glared at the wolf.
Shiki rolled his eyes and sat near the fire he created. He patted the ground next to him and the wolf sat next to him, enjoying the warmth.
"Hey Yang, you coming?" Shiki asked teasingly. Yang growled and shook his furry head. Shiki laughed as he felt the wolf's soft fur. "Well damn. How'd it get so soft?" He questioned himself.
He sat and ignored the rustling of the trees. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep, thinking about the stars.
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The Dark Acer
ActionSpecial kids are born with a flame. This flame has a color that determines their strength level. The weakest color would be pink, then purple, then blue, then green, then yellow, then orange, then red, then white. But one boy has a flame that surpas...