Author: sun_huntress, aka Sushi
Fandom: none--original fic :)
Rating: G; no warnings
Summary: A goal is achieved, but the victory dance is cut short as reality sets in. This is a totally humorous ficlet, guys. *grins* I recommend looking at this image before reading the ficlet so that you have some idea of what a Korat is. (Needless to say, the pic is rated G.) And I hope you're all familiar with imaginary friends and/or spirit guides, 'cause you'll need that concept while reading. =^_^= This was written to both prompt #50 and prompt #49. It took me almost 17 minutes to write these 814 words, so I went a little over, but hey... ^^;;
"There is no way you're going to get a Ko-- that to fit in there."
Okay, okay. So maybe most people don't think Korats fit in closets. I mean, this one was just under four feet at the shoulder and built like a frickin' grizzly with a thick, pure-muscle body... and my closet isn't big. It's not even a walk-in.
But hey. I'd rather stuff a Korat in my closet than try to explain a huge, red-furred, ferocious-lookin' beast to my parents when they got home. Really. I think my mom would be a little upset about another animal in the house. Especially since Korats aren't even from Earth.
I got jabbed in the ribs with my little sister's elbow and flinched. "I'm telling you," she muttered, her voice beginning to rise in pitch because of panic, "you can't stuff a that in a closet." She paused, then eyed the motionless beast. "Maybe the bathroom..."
"Deb!" I half-yelped, swatting at her tousled hair, still damp from the rain outside. "Mom and Dad use the bathroom!"
The Korat watched us. With liquid, expressive, beautiful dusk-indigo eyes.
I felt my inner chibi sweatdrop. "Sorry, Jath. It's just--well, how was I supposed to know that seeing you physically would mean you were literally real?"
The black-lined muzzle twitched and a series of thunderous, window-shaking growls issued forth. Deb and I looked blank, then Jath flicked a cupped ear in annoyance. You should have thought of the possibilities, his so-familiar voice grumbled in my head. Deb took to rabidly scratching the base of her skull--she always claimed telepathy made her head itch, like it shook up her brain. (I tried not to laugh. I always teased her by saying that it made the marbles in her skull rattle.)
"Sorry," I muttered again.
Deb tapped my shoulder as though to remind me of her existence. "So, Sheila. What exactly are we gonna do about the broken hallway mirror?" (Korat tailblades are dangerous. I had nearly jumped into the next dimension when Jath's own golden one seemingly caressed the smooth glass--and shattered it very loudly. Like a gunshot. Through glass.)
"Have seven years of bad luck?" I suggested, trying for a little humor to lighten the situation. I succeeded and got elbowed again. I swiped at her--she ducked--then, a sudden truce silently called, we both turned to the Korat in the middle of my bedroom. If he stretched himself out, he could touch one wall with his nose and the other with his tailtip. "Okay, so maybe he really won't fit in my closet." I sighed. "Jath, got any ideas where can you hide?"
In the woods.
"No way!" Deb yelped, shaking her head so hard that her loose curls flew in a small blonde tornado. "You can't leave the house! The neighbors would see you!"
Jath leveled a very even stare at her and she flinched. (I would've flinched too. There's a very distinct, large difference between getting a look like that in your mind's eye and having an all-too-real predator hand it to you in person.) I cannot stay in this house forever. I must hunt.
"Oh, crud!" Deb started rocking back and forth on her heels. "Uncool, uncool! You can't hunt! We don't have that many deer around here! And deer aren't big enough to really keep you fed!"
I grabbed my sister's shoulders and gave her a little shake. "Cool it, Deb." I forced myself to look reassuring and confident. "We'll figure something out."
A thinner, higher mindvoice cut through my own growing panic. If he got 'down' to the physical plane, couldn't he just lighten himself back 'up' to the astral? I swung my head to face the direction in which I sensed Pezo, Jath's sibling, and I swear I would've hugged her if she'd been real. (Only Jath had managed the switch into physical form. It had been he who'd been training to accomplish it...)
"Thank gods for intelligent Korats," I swore under my breath, then faced Jath. "Think light, bud."
Deb suddenly snatched my arm in a death-grip. I swear my blood froze in its tracks. "Sheil'. I hear our parents pulling up."
"Think light really really quickly."
And, as my little sister and I watched with wide, scared eyes, Jath's burgundy-furred, muscular frame seemed to fade into a collection of ruddy, half-shaped mist--and then, as I heard the front door open, even that vanished.
I was torn between crying and cheering. Jath had accomplished something that had defied the laws of physics--and he had to relinquish his victory to necessity.
Deb leaned over to me and stood on her toes to reach my ear. "Don't worry, Sheila. Next time, we'll make sure we do this outside, away from people."
Assuming there is a next time, came Jath's rumbling baritone.
"There will be," I whispered fiercely.