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AMERICAN KITSUNE: VOLUME 10
BRANDON VARNELL
A Fox’s Alliance
Copyright © 2019 Brandon Varnell
Illustrations © Kirsten Moody
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WORDS YOU SHOULD KNOW
Shuten dōji was not born an oni. There are many stories about how
he came to be, but most of them say that he was originally a
human boy who was born over a thousand years ago either in
present-day Shiga or Toyama. His mother was a human woman and
his father was the great dragon Yamata-no-Orochi. How he changed
from boy to demon varies greatly from story to story, but the one
popular version goes like this: There was a young boy who was
supernaturally strong and abnormally intelligent for his age.
Everyone around him constantly called him a demon child due to his
incredible strength and wit, and he gradually became terribly anti-
social and resentful of others. At age six, even his own mother
abandoned him. Orphaned, he became an apprentice priest at Mt.
Hiei in Kyoto. Naturally, he was the strongest and smartest of the
young acolytes, and he grew resentful of them as well. He slacked
off on his studies as a result and got into fights. He also fell into
drinking, which was forbidden to monks; however he could out-drink
anyone and everyone who was willing to sit down and drink against
him. Because of his fondness for alcohol, he became known as
Shuten dōji, “the little drunkard.”
Oni: Oni are one the greatest icons of Japanese folklore. They are
large and scary, standing taller than the tallest man, and sometimes
many times that. They come in many varieties, but are most
commonly depicted with red or blue skin, wild hair, two or more
horns, and fang-like tusks. Other variations exist in different colors
and with different numbers of horns, eyes, or fingers and toes. They
wear loincloths made of the pelts of great beasts. All oni possess
extreme strength and constitution, and many of them are also
accomplished sorcerers. They are ferocious demons, bringers of
disaster, spreaders of disease, and punishers of the damned in Hell.
Lilian
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Contents
Title Page
Publishing Info
Words You Should Know
Reminder
Chapter 1: It’s All In The Plan
Chapter 2: We’re Going Where?
Chapter 3: It’s A Tanuki Life
Chapter 4: This Cannot Be A Maid!
Chapter 5: Saint Byakko
Chapter 6: The Girl Who Just Wanted To Help
Chapter 7: Batter Up
Chapter 8: Magical Girl Training
Chapter 9: Battle At Manhattan Beach
Chapter 10: The Yōkai Café of Healing
Chapter 11: Is It Finally Time To Leave?
Chapter 12: Seduction At Its Finest
Chapter 13: A Battle Of Ideals
Chapter 14: Meeting An Old Friend
Afterword
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CHAPTER 1
Kevin ran through the streets, his feet pounding against the surface,
his knees jarring from the impact, and his breathing coming out in
heavy rasps.
It was December 15th, and the chilly winter air caused his breath
to come out in thick puffs of steam. While Phoenix, Arizona, rarely
became cold enough for it to snow, that didn’t mean it never
became cold. Even while wearing his black leather bodysuit, which
protected his vitals from the chilly temperatures, Kevin still felt the
cold seep into his lungs, creating a sharp ache in his chest.
He wasn’t alone. Several other people ran alongside him. Lilian
on his immediate right, Phoebe on his left, and a family of yōkai
directly behind them. Polydora was also present, but she ran ahead
of them all, acting as a scout.
It was later in the day. The sky burned like fire, which Kevin felt
was fitting—this place, after all, had become one of the many war
zones that all civilians had been evacuated from. The urban warfare
going on in this section of Phoenix was particularly fierce.
That was actually why he and the others had come. A small
family of yōkai had somehow gotten caught up in the fighting here,
and Kotohime had called him to create a team, extract the family,
and take them somewhere safe.
Kevin didn’t really know what this small family of four had been
doing in such a dangerous area, but he supposed it didn’t matter.
The only thing that mattered was getting them to safety.
“The coast is clear!” Polydora called out, standing at the end of
the alley.
Kevin looked at the yōkai family. They were bakeneko, cat yōkai
that were closely related to nekomata and kasha, their more
powerful brothers. Having spent four months living within a mostly
yōkai community, he recognized their species on sight, even though
they didn’t look much different from the other two yōkai types.
Bakeneko were the weakest of the cat yōkai species. However,
they still had impressive control over fire. That being said, while
many of them had an affinity for fire, if that ability was never
exercised, never used, then they might as well have been human.
These yōkai were like all the others who lived among humans—
people who, in their effort to blend in, never practiced their abilities,
never tried to gain the power that was theirs by right, which caused
their latent potential to stagnate. In many ways, they were human,
even if their species suggested otherwise.
This is why I hate the Sons and Daughters of Humanity.
“We’re going to make a break for it now. I want you four to stay
right behind me, okay?”
While two of the bakeneko, children who couldn’t have been
older than five and six respectively, remained frozen within their
parents’ grasp, the older two nodded affirmatively.
Kevin breathed in deeply as he unholstered his guns. One of
them was black, while the other shone a bright silver. They had
been made for him by Kiara, who’d given them to him as a present
last summer when he’d gone to the Pnevma Estate in Greece. Now
they were his go-to weapons.
He glanced at Lilian, who noticed his gaze and nodded, signaling
that she was ready. Phoebe had her bo staff in hand and was gazing
at Polydora, who was continuing to act in her capacity as their
scout.
“Are you four ready?” he asked. The two adults nodded. “Then
let’s go!”
They ran out onto the main street, which was mercifully empty.
The ruined husks of buildings surrounded them on either side. Glass
windows were busted in. Doors were broken down. They were in
downtown Phoenix, so most of the buildings towered over them.
That made him uncomfortable. The Sons and Daughters of
Humanity’s favorite tactic was sniping them from a distance. After
all, a round from a sniper rifle was enough to kill even an inu if it hit
them in a vital point.
The sound of gunfire and explosions rang out in the distance. It
was coming from the general direction that he’d last seen
Kotohime, which meant they must still be battling there. He wished
he could help them, but the safety of the innocent was more
important.
A gunshot rang out. Kevin reacted in a split second, grabbing the
nearest bakeneko—the woman—and pulling her and the child in her
arms down. Lilian did the same, pulling the father and son down
with her and covering them with her tails.
Several feet away, Polydora stumbled, blood gushing from a
wound in her side, leaking from between her fingers and staining
her shirt. The yama uba fell to her knees and then onto her
stomach.
“Polydora!” Phoebe ran over to the other woman while yelling
her name.
“Lilian!” Kevin shouted.
“Above us. To the right. The top of the building with the big sign
on it.”
Kevin rolled off the woman and her child, aiming his guns at the
specified building, searching for the person who’d shot Polydora.
Unlike Lilian, who could enhance her vision with youki, he was only
human, and 20/20 vision could only do so much.
It took him a moment to find them. They were just a small speck
of black amidst a large billboard of blues and oranges. Kevin
narrowed his eyes, swiveled his guns toward the figure kneeling on
the building’s roof, and let loose.
The chug-chug-chug-chug of his guns going off was similar to
crackling thunder hitting the same spot several times. Black and
white energy lanced from the barrels and slammed into the spot
surrounding the figure on the roof. While many of his shots went
wide, a good number of them hit, and the person who was
peppered with youki bullets fell off the billboard and disappeared.
This, oddly enough, brought him no satisfaction. He felt sick to his
stomach.
“Let’s keep going!” Kevin shouted. He stood back up and helped
the woman to her feet. The children were crying, but he couldn’t let
that get to him. Now that he’d been forced to use his guns, it would
be easier for their enemies to pinpoint their location based on the
sound.
They moved on, Phoebe carrying Polydora over her shoulder.
Kevin grimaced when he saw the damage done. The wound looked
nasty, like someone had gouged a chunk of meat from her with a
jagged ice cream scooper. Polydora was already unconscious, her
arms and legs limply dangling within Phoebe’s grip.
We’re not gonna make it to the extraction point in time to save
Polydora.
Kevin bit his lip, his mind racing a thousand miles per second.
They needed to heal Polydora and fast—even if it was just enough
to stop the bleeding. She wouldn’t last long with a wound like that.
“Into the building, you guys!”
Everyone followed his advice quickly, hurrying into the nearest
building, a tall office building made up mostly of glass windows.
Kevin pushed them all into a reception room of some sort,
bypassing the reception desk and the couches and chairs that had
been set up along the room’s perimeter. They entered a small
hallway and Kevin opened the closest door, which led into a filing
room.
“Lilian, do what you can to heal her. Phoebe and I will stand
guard.”
“You got it, Beloved.”
With his help, Phoebe set Polydora down on the ground and
straightened her limbs. Crimson liquid quickly spread across the
ground underneath her. The ragged wound on her side was more
terrible now that he could see it without Phoebe’s arms in the way.
Kneeling down, Lilian pulled up Polydora’s shirt, her nose curling
when she saw how bad the wound truly was.
***
They sat around a long table; there were over a dozen yōkai and
humans, all of whom had been gathered together by Daven
Monstrang. Kotohime knew all of them. She had spent several hours
learning the names of each person present, and also learning more
about them as people. Background checks and the like were
important, after all. It wouldn’t be good if one of these people
turned out to be a spy and they didn’t know it.
These people made up Neo Seiryuu’s Board of Governors. Daven
had brought them together in an effort to create a safe haven for
people who wanted no part in the war. It was their job to make
decisions and create policies that would benefit the community.
Thus far, his idea had proven successful. Every passing day saw
an increase in Neo Seiryuu’s population. It wasn’t just yōkai who
came to Neo Seiryuu either. There weren’t many humans. Kotohime
would say that the yōkai to human ratio was about five yōkai for
every one human. However, the fact that there were humans out
there willing to mingle in harmony with yōkai was reassuring. It
gave her hope for the future.
Sitting beside her was Kiara and Heather on one side, and Mack
on the other. Heather wore her PE coach uniform, red sweat pants
and a red sweater of the same color. Beside her, Kiara looked
immaculate in her business suit, though many of the people present
found her lack of a right arm disconcerting. The fact that she liked
to display the stump as though it was a badge of honor didn’t help.
Mack’s large pink rabbit ears twitched several times as he spoke.
“The war between the Sons and Daughters of Humanity and the
recently formed Yamata Alliance is still going strong. Their battles
have recently expanded into urban zones, and we’ve been forced to
devote more of our resources to protecting the civilian population.”
“Shouldn’t that be a job for the United States?” asked one of the
members, Lysander, a nekomata of some power.
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Mutta kun hätä on suuri, on usein apukin lähellä. Näin kävi
tässäkin. — Kettuniemellä sattui kevätkäräjät alkamaan tähän
aikaan. Käräjillä oli tavallisuuden mukaan lakimiehiä moniaita, joihin
voi kääntyä ja joilta saattoi saada apua vaikeimmissakin asioissa. Ei
siis muuta kuin että johtajamiehet kääntyivät pyytämään jotakuta
heistä kirjoittamaan tuo tarvittava valituskirja.
Tässä oli nyt mitä tarvittiin; oli asiakirja, jonka piti tepsimän, kun
sitä painolastina seurasi muutama tuhat nimeä ja puumerkkiä muka
todistuksena valittajain suuresta lukumäärästä. Valituskirja oli vaan
painolastineen kiireimmiten toimitettava Tuomiokapituliin. Tämä
tärkeä toimi uskottiin Ryppylän isännälle, joka oman vakuutuksensa
mukaan oli monasti kirjoittanut Kupernyöriin ja siis kokemuksesta
kyllä tiesi, miten asioita korkeimmissa oikeuksissa ajetaan.
Sen auttaminen ei ollutkaan niin helppo tehtävä kun hän ensin oli
luullut. Hän sai nostaa ja sai hikoilla, sillä konilla oli suuret luut,
vaikka liha olikin uskollisessa palveluksessa vähään hivunnut.
Viimein monta kertaa turhaan koetettuaan hän sai hevoisen jaloilleen
ja pääsi vaivalla lähimmäiseen kylään. Sieltä sai hän lainata
paremman hevoisen, jättäen omansa siksi aikaa sinne lihoomaan ja
voimistumaan.
Tuon käskyn johdosta, joka »kävi ulos», sai räätäli Hurskala myös
erityisen innon osaltaan vaikuttamaan seurakunnan yhteiseksi
hyväksi. Sillä hän ymmärsi hyvin, että sellaisen miehen, kuin hänen,
joka ahkeroitsi jumalisuutta, tuli myös huolehtia, että seurakunta sai
oikean opettajan. Sentähden hän sitä miettien heitti kesken kiireintä
työtään neuloksensa pöydälle, huokasi ja sitten huusi vaimolleen,
joka viereisessä huoneessa silitti liinavaatteita:
Mutta hyvä ukko, mitä sinä puhut? En minä siitä ymmärrä maan
halaistua sanaa, jollet sinä selvemmin ilmoita tarkoitustasi, sanoi
vaimo silmät suurena katsellen miestään, josta hän tiesi, ettei sillä
ollut juuri tapana hänelle turhia jaaritella.
Niin muija, sinä tiedät, että minä olen tämän viikon ahkeraan
rukoillut. Ja olen rukoillut en sillä tavalla, kuin nuo löyhäuskolaiset,
joille rukouksen voima ja arvo on seitsemällä sinetillä lukittu
salaisuus, vaan vanhain hurskasten tapaan polvillani ja toisinaan
maassa suullani maaten; sillä eihän sitä tämmöinen syntisparka ja
maan viheliäinen mato voi itseänsä tarpeeksi syvälle nöyryyttää.
Minä olen rukoillut, huokaillut ja pyytänyt, että Herra armossaan
estäisi, ettei tuo löyhäuskon saarnaaja ja parannuksen halveksija
Alander pääsisi tänne Herran viinamäkeä raiskaamaan, vanhaa
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sammuttamaan. Minä olen rukoillut Herran apua ja johdatusta
kirkkoherran vaalihin ja minä toivon, että hän suuressa
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huokaukseni!
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vaatimusta, sanoi vaimo, joka ihmetellen oli kuunnellut miehensä
hurskautta uhkuvaa puhetta. Samalla kiirehti hän tuomaan toisesta
huoneesta miehensä pyhävaatteet.
No, sepä hyvä! Kotona puhui minulle siitä muija, muttei hän voinut
sitä lähemmin selittää, kun oli itsekin vaan ohimennen saanut kuulla.
Mutta kertokaapas te, kuinka se tapahtui, jos se on tosi asia, niinkuin
sitä hollataan, pyysi Kivelän isäntä.
Mutta siinä oli akkaa, joka vei voiton papistakin! myhähti sen
johdosta ivaten Kivelän isäntä, jota emännän kertomus oli suuresti
huvittanut. Mitäs luulette nyt sellaisesta seuraavan?
Kuka oli se, joka uskalsi sillä tavalla ajatella ja kirjoittaa »siitä
työstä ja hankkeesta, jota he olivat koko seurakunnan hyväksi
hankkineet?» — Ettei se ollut tapahtunut koko seurakunnan
tahdosta, vaan valittajain liian tunkeilevaisesta hyväntahtoisuudesta
jonkun yksityisen hyväksi, siitä ei saanut puhua mitään. — Eikö
myös se ollut miltei pyhän häväisemistä, että vastakirjoittaja oli vielä
kirjoituksessaan rohjennut mainita vanhan kirkkoherra-vainajan
nimen? — Että hän kuolleessa, niin kirkkoherra kun se oli ollutkin,
näki tavallisen syntisen eikä mitään paavilaista pyhimystä, oli edellä
mainitun viisauden mittakaavan mukaan sopimatonta. — Ja eikö se
ollut suorastaan »Juudaan tapaista», että vastakirjoittaja tahtoi tietoa
rahain keräämisestä ja pilkallisesti kysyi, jos niistä oli käytetty nimien
kerääjäin suun voitelemiseksi, koska kerääjäin joukossa oli huomattu
sellaisia voideltuja henkilöitä?
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suorittaneen, tuumiessaan, otti ja heitti hän pöydältään tarpeettomat
paperit pesään, jossa iloinen valkea palaa leimusi.
Seurauksena oli, että hän suurella vaivalla ja ajan hukalla sai kyllä
kyhätyksi pitkän mutta laihan sepustuksen, jota parista kömpelöstä
vertauksesta puhumatta ei edes siihen sovitettu raamatunlause ja
lopussa hurskas mietelmä saaneet mehevämmäksi.