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A knock sounded at her door. "Hey, Kit! Are you there?" The door slid open with a whispering whoosh. Standing at the door was a boy of Kitsune's age. He wore his brown hair long, loose, and wavy. His grin, much like his stance was relaxed and carefree. Despite the technological city, he chose to wear more, traditional style clothing. He wore a green yukata and brown pants, covered by a forest green cloak. Hanging on his back was his rice farmer's hat, handed down to him by his grandpa. "So, little lady. Do you know what day is today?"

Kitsune fixed him with a stare that could melt stone, her green eyes icy. "What do you want, Kai?"

Kai seemed unaffected, he grinned wider, "Today, you turn 16. You know what that means."

For a moment, Kitsune deflated, but soon recovered and returned to her haughty composure. "At midnight tonight, my training is complete and I go to look for the suit."

Kai was now examining the dent in the wall. He whistled, "Nice work. I see all that training has come in handy."

Kitsune snorted, "They only train me so I can survive the journey. After I return with the suit on, they'll all withdrawl faster than a bucket of salt kills a snail."

Just then a rumble went through the room. Kit's cheeks turned pink, as she put a hand over her stomache. "I guess we'd better get some breakfast." sweatdrop



Down at the breakfast table, the cooks provided a lavish breakfast. Pancakes that overflowed with maple syrup, sausages as long and fat as one's arm, bacon that still sizzled with juices, even Kitsune's oatmeal looked more lavish than usual. She downed the first bowl and devoured two whole sausages before she was satisfied. She drank a glass of milk, and one of orange juice before watching her friend eat. The cooks loved Kai. He could eat and eat and eat. When he was done he'd devoured 12 stacks of pancakes, 8 sausages, 23 strips of bacon and a gallon of milk.

"Are you done yet?" Kitsune asked impatiently. Kai nodded. They both set off for training, none of them wanting to talk about what would happen midnight tonight.