Racconti di Volpe

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Entry 3
Published 1 year, 8 months ago

Explicit Sexual Content

Short stories set in the world of "Ragazza Volpe Magica ~A Fox by any other name isn't as rhythmical~"

These are more character focused and happen during downtimes during the story.

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Mia Dea

“Well this sucks.”

Shouri Tomoshibi sat in one of the back offices at his local bank. His hands were tied behind his back and there were at least ten other people around him, all also tied up. Standing nearby were a couple of large men wearing masks and toting semi-automatic rifles. After deciding their course of action, the second thug left, leaving the one to guard them.

This seemed a bit of a rehearsed operation. The men were all dressed in bulletproof armor, each had low profile headsets on for communications, and several other weapons in their arsenal. Given how quickly they tied everyone up as well, this was the work of a group of professionals.

But what were armed criminals when compared to what Shouri had to deal with every night?

Looking around, it seems the other captives were in a state of panic. Most were crying, several cursed their situation, and then Shouri himself sat there calmly. He was too calm though, as it attracted the attention of the thugs.

“Hey kid.”
“You’re awfully quiet.”
“I don’t see the point in panicking or crying. We’re more valuable to you alive than dead.”

The man glared at the boy sitting on the ground in front of him. “You got some sense in that little head of yours. Wish the rest of em would follow yer example and shut up.”

Shouri turned to the rest of the group. “You heard the man; shut the fuck up.” He spoke flatly.

The group of captives stared at Shouri in utter shock. The thug guarding their hostages laughed heartily at the boy’s bravado in this situation. With that he stepped away for a moment to check up with his compatriots.

“Finally.” Shouri sighed. He scooted next to one of the bank tellers. “Hey, you wanna be a hero today?” He quietly.

The woman, probably no older than twenty-five looked blankly at him for a moment, her make-up running down her face from the crying she had been doing previously. “Wh-what do you mean?” She whispered, her voice cracking from fear.

“On my side, there’s a device clipped to my pants. Press the button on the top right.” He leaned to the side, allowing the device to become visible. The woman pressed it.

“Perfect, thank you.”
“What did that do?”

Before Shouri could answer her, the guard returned. “Say.” The boy raised his voice. “Do any of you know Italian? I’ve learned a bit recently.”

“Luce Lunare, Rubato”
“Passo Silenzioso, Allegro Staccato.”

The man walked over. “I thought you were being quiet kid.” He spoke. “Oh sorry, are you religious?” Shouri asked.

“What? What’s god gotta do with this?”
“What I said just now was a prayer.”
“A prayer? You said that was Italian, right?”
“Yes I did.”

The crook laughed a bit at the idea of the calm boy praying.

“The hell did you pray about?”
“It was a prayer; to a fox goddess. Quite the beauty.”

The man adjusted his gun, slightly interested. “Who’s that? I ain’t hear of no Italian fox goddess.”

“Oh really? Would you mind if I take a smidge of your time? I’d love to tell you about her.” Shouri replied. The man looked around; the rest of the captives were still gazing upon him fearfully. But this one boy sitting in front of him just looked nonplussed by the whole situation; though his demeanor changed when he started talking about this goddess. “It’s something to pass the time.” Shouri added.

“Sure kid, humor me.”

“The goddess goes by the name of “Blakki” She’s a black fox, which in Japanese folklore are bringers of good luck. She’s a spirit of the moon. To her worshippers she’s a kind and benevolent spirit, to her enemies she’s a force of destruction. The prayers I spoke are more like spells actually. Luce Lunare is said to channel the moon’s energy itself into energy for her to wield against her foes. Passo Silenzioso allows her to walk through the shadows themselves.” Shouri spoke with an air of mysticism to his voice, as if he was an elder in a village telling the children about the goddess.

The man chuckled. “That’s quite an interesting tale.”

“It is, isn’t it? Wouldn’t it be something if she showed up right now?”

At that moment gunfire erupted in the lobby. The man paled slightly.

“Oh, that does sound serious, maybe you should go check on that.” The boy chuckled knowingly.

The man turned and ran out of the room. The rest of the captives stared at Shouri, their eyes widening as he stood up and stretched out, arms freed from their bindings. He pulled the device from his side, pressing the button the bank teller had pressed previously. “Blakki, you okay?”

He shifted his thumb to another button.

“Bene Sho! I got their attention easy. One of them looks really freaked out though. Can you pass me Riflettore Musicale? I’ll get to you that way.” A female voice spoke from the device.

“Coming up; Riflettore Musicale, Piano Staccato!”
“Thanks Sho! See you in a sec.”

Returning the device to his side he turned to the group who just stared at him in awe. “Wh-what did you do?” The teller that helped him before asked.

“I summoned my goddess, of course.”

Author's Notes

Just a short piece I did as a warm-up

Normal bullets rank around piano in the spell list, though taking a resonator taking open fire from a semi-automatic rifle would probably lose their natural rhythm defense quite rapidly.

But firing on a shield that reflects your shots right back at you makes you quit that shit fast.