The Tears You Knew You'd Cry
The Tears You Knew You'd Cry
Asher Heike
Prologue
It was there he sat, on a newly swept oak porch located in the back of his house. His long, busy tangerine tai,l with just a splash of black at the tip, swayed off-beat with the breeze gently to the right side of his body. One of his ears was slanted down while the other was straight up, just as they had been since he could remember. A beanie, with holes cut in the top for the ears to cutely poke out through, rested snuggly on his head while hiding the would-be natural spikey auburn hair the seventeen year old usually displayed. His cerulean eyes were shut softly, and his facial expression was calm, serene, almost blank. He rested his right forearm on his knee while his other appendages on the left side rested on the soothingly cold oak.
He sported a slightly baggy black tee that rippled across his upper body when the wind blew by more frequent then not. His cargo pants were a beige color and also rather baggy; always hanging off his hips even with a belt. His breathing was calm, nowhere near forced, though it should've been. The music in his ears that was blasting heavily from his MP3 player was the reason for his relaxed characteristics. A pup around the age of 8 on a cherry red bike whipped by swiftly, leaving behind only the sound of his bell. Keith's left ear, the slanted one, twitched at hearing this and briefly parted his eyelids so that he was squinting now to.
In front of him was a forest enclosed backyard; greenery was everywhere. There were about seven moss-covered trunks that held base for the branches hanging off of them that, too, supported different shaded leafs. On the ground, there were shrubs, flowers of all colors, brightly colored grass that was watered the day before, and a small creek that flowed for a few yards in sight from his land down the road to his neighbors, who were not home. Keith let out a slow, almost steady sigh as the songs switched. He opened his eyes completely now and just stared out into the vast greenery with a pained expression.
Keith sat in complete solitude for another few minutes before the next song started to play. It was at this point that he gripped the bit of pant leg covering his knee, making a fist, and started to sniff a lot, trying to prevent himself from crying. What... What did I do...? Keith thought as the past few months events went through yet another time in his head, causing him to lose control completely. He brought his legs up to support his head, which then laid on top of his arms as he wept harder then he had ever before.
I... I want a second chance at this..., his mind seemed to whisper for him. The sun began to set, marking the end of a very unwanted day for the young fox. He let himself stay in that position, only lifting up his head for a second or two from time to time to glance around and make sure no one was around to see this 'weak' act of his. Keith, the unbreakable fox, had finally been broken. Finally, as the sun began to set lower and lower Keith, for the most part, got up and fixed his attire. With his head hung low, he opened the back door and slipped back inside his only safe haven.
As Keith mournfully clambered his way down the stairs into the basement, which served as his bedroom, he couldn't help but continue to tear up from everything he caused. The way Keith had his room set up was like just about any other angsty teenager. Plastered all over the walls were bands and artists of all sorts, along with movie posters and the occassional Marijuana poster. He had his room set in the middle of the room with a desk behind him to his right and a bookshelf to his left. Sitting on an Entertainment Stand was a 46" Toshiba LCD Flatscreen TV with cables pouring out the back of it from his Xbox 360, computer, and Surround Sound System/DVD Player. On the desk behind him sat a Hooka with long flowing hoses. Along with that were a few Bongs and a small metal lockbox that could be holding quite a bit of his other paraphernalia.
Upon the shelves of the bookshelf sat an array of books, video games, movies, and CD booklets. His room had the smell of Marijuana, Strawberry Sunrise, and Nail Polish Remover (probably from the use of Vodka as Bong water and Hooka water). Sluggishly and unsteadily Keith flopped himself on his bed and buried his face into the pillow as he yelled at himself as loud as he could. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I had everything I'd ever wanted...and I let it all get out of control. Fucking great job Keith! His mind screamed at him, not making the situation any better.
At this point in time it appeared that the tangerine colored kitsune had lost all that was dear to him. He set himself up but didn't-no couldn't do anything about it until it was too late...or so he thought. What seemed like hours to the youth passed by as he muffled his pain in the most shameful way to him. Finally, something in him clicked. Slowly but surely he sat upright and wiped away his tears, and with them his immaturity. I can make this right again...I...I have to..otherwise I'm as worthless as everyone says. I'm going to get my happiness back...hold on wherever you are...we have unfinished business, Keith pleaded within himself as he started to pack some essentials and head out on his next journey.
Alright I would REALLY like feedback on this; I wrote this when I was almost 16 and recently found it on an oooold site. It has been updated, but most of it is the original work. There is no yiff yet, BUT THERE WILL BE SOON!! I just like to have a good plot going not just some craptastic yiff everywhere story. So please just bare with me and I promise the good stuff will cum (pun intended) soon!!
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