Kitsune

- Hi :) Do you remember me? You left me a card. Here, decide to write.

- Of course I remember :) Hello! Very happy... I waited.

- Really?

- Of course! (God, you'd know how! Two weeks! Two weeks of hell! Fourteen days, and each with twenty-four hours of waiting and endlessly hanging out on social media!)

- I'm here to read about you on the Internet, you are a star, it turned out :) Love the latest album – cool! I listen now all the days. Sorry if you don't understand that I'm writing — it's a translator.

"And I listen to your songs. Don't apologize for you!

I was told there was a fight. Are you okay?

- Yes, nonsense. Already healed, don't worry :) (God, she's worried! she's wondering like I am!)

"What were you doing in our city?"

- I wanted to look at you... hear live. (I wanted to fuck you! Pull the fucking mother off your clothes and slowly walk in, looking straight into your eyes. Feel what kind of person you are... How you moan with pleasure, how you bend towards you when you. As the body trembles with touch and is covered with droplets of sweat ... To smell how you smell... Leave a bunch of suckers on the tender neck, on the chest, on the thighs... To hear that you love me... Instead, a broken muzzle, a cold shower, and masturbation! I already have calluses, blah, like a teenager...)

- Seriously?! Are you serious? To fly in from England to look at me?

- Yes.

- Cute :) I don't have any fans like that yet. Listen, is skype? This chat is not comfortable.

- Yes, of course. Here, add...

With shaking fingers, Louis opened the Skype window and waited for a new contact to knock on his door... On her avatar, she had a long-eared desert fox, viciously baring her small teeth. Louis would have preferred her face, after all... Though... there was something about it... He thought for a second, smiled at his hunch and renamed her contact.

Kitsune is who she is! A dodgy red demon with a fan of tails. A werewolf who creates illusions indistinguishable from reality. From that moment on, he called it that only - Kitsune, Kit. Both the kitten and the Japanese fox shifter were all about that name.

The first time they spoke for a short time. Louis needed to go to the recording and he did not part with the mobile phone for a second, until the studio itself, and turned it off only when the soundman yelled. The annoyance that their conversation was interrupted, compensated by a feeling of boundless happiness – they still began to communicate!

His sudden departure and return with a broken lip and knuckles unnoticed by friends and family did not pass. He told his brother everything. He had no one closer or closer to Tom. Tom twisted his finger at the temple, and then said - show what kind of queen is there. Louis had a lot of photos from the concert. My brother looked at them for a long time, then watched the recording, listened. And I twisted my finger at the temple again.

"One fuck, better than drugs," he summed up and calmed down. True, he immediately began to drive his brother, taking advantage of the situation, but Lou knew how to cope with this.

After a week of communication, Lou mustered up the courage and asked Keith if she had a boyfriend. She laughed — she sent a bunch of emoticons, and said she didn't want to answer that question. No mood. She understood... I understood everything perfectly and correctly. He, such a fool, threw out all his cards to her on the move, without thinking. And she, with the characteristic of women sophisticated cruelty, began to torment his heart. I plucked a piece at a time, looked at, savored, spit out. Just to reach for the next one. Kitsune. Damn demon! He stabbed it on his shoulder blades, and fate was quick to send him a real werewolf as a reward. Or punishment.

And if young girls do such things instinctively and often unsuccessfully, due to youth, then she did it consciously, relying on life experience and knowledge of male psychology. And he got so used to their communication this week! It was endlessly interesting with her, Louis learned so many new things, discovered the world from such sides that he did not even suspect before! And ignorance of the language only added to the surreal charm of this strange novel.

And everything was wonderful, as long as they communicated like two people, in a friendly way. But as soon as Luis hinted at something more, this mockery began.

- Not funny... Is it really hard to answer if you have a boyfriend or not? Why include a? (Damn, I wrote this in vain - I won't understand that...)

"Did you call me a bitch?!

- For God's sake, no! Write to your friend, ask him – he will explain what I mean. (Ah, ah!)

- Now.

And she was gone. I didn't show up in the evening or the next day. And I didn't write on social media, he watched. Lou was going crazy with anxiety. She never gave him her phone number. How much does she have now? Ten o'clock in the evening. Should be online... Louis looked at Skype a hundred times a day, and another fifty at night. All he saw there was the Kitsune Offline badge.

And then it broke through. The songs ran down my throat. He didn't have time to write them down, choking. My heart ached with pain, it burned, even in my sleep, Lou could feel it. The guys in the band listened to what he wrote and gasped with delight – it was really cool, they would jump above their heads with a new album. That's another level. Span-new. Over-the-top.

Lou hardly slept and hardly ate. Only brown eyes remained on the sunken face. Their expression frightened even Louis himself when he happened to face his own gaze in the morning in the mirror. Another book she recommended reading... All the soul inside out.

He was already wondering if he could buy him a plane ticket again when she showed up. Simple and everyday, with the usual – hello! — as if they were just chatting yesterday, as if nothing had happened!

"Where have you gone?" I was worried... (Fuck, I almost died while you were being carried somewhere!!!)

- Were you very worried?

- Enough is enough. (It has begun...)

- Just left. There's no internet there. And there's no Skype on the weave. I teach English so as not to torment you :)

"Keith, don't do that anymore, okay?" I learned a few things too. And I read The Master and Margarita.

- Keith? Why Keith?

- Type the word "kitsune" into a search engine.

- Ahhahaha! Cool. Keith is so Keith. Do you have this thing on your back?

- I have this thing in my heart. (Heck... Lord, don't let me get stupid! Break my fingers so I don't think to write that I love her!)

- Hmm... Are you still applying for my boyfriend's job?

- Is that impossible? You don't like me at all? Or are you married? Answer, Keith, only honestly. Don't fool me. You are welcome. (PLEASE! I love you so much, if only you knew!)

"Where am I and where are you?" Who am I and who are you? Think about it. Besides, you're a major) I don't like guys like that.

- I don't get it... Major?

- UM... mama's son... from a wealthy family. You don't know life, you don't know the problems. We're very different.

"Baby, are you serious?" Is a lot of money a bad thing? And I've been earning them myself for a long time...

- A lot of money is not freedom. Do not be offended, do not be bored, do not lose :* It is time for me. I promise not to disappear. You're very good, really. It's interesting with you. Bye, Louis...

He waited for her to turn off, looked at the phone with hateful eyes and slammed it into the asphalt under his feet. The lid, the battery, the glass – all in different directions with splashes. It didn't get any easier and an angry tear crept down my cheek. Lou mechanically lubricated her with his fist.