Wednesday came and I already feel a heavy weight on my back and head. The worries with my own life, the monsters hunting me, the mysterious fox of yesterday, Tanuki that appeared just later explaining that he was searching for something with other Japanese name and trying to put my mood in high. I don’t remember if I slept well; I just know that I am breathing and going to study by the force of wish. All I wanted is that these nightmares disappear from my life and all tries to be a normal life how I desired.

Going up to the stairs I was looking like a zombie, stepping lazy and not looking around me. All is becoming sleepy and tired and I wonder how I will endure the class with my mood in down. The teacher can call my attention and I hope he doesn’t do it. Tanuki is shrunk on my pocket to have sure that any threat comes about us – about me specifically. I enter at class and go to sit quickly, not looking the colleagues and even if Amerix was sat in the back. I land my hands on the desk and my head was resting there, the eyes almost closed and the sleep coming with a wish forced; I really wanted to stay on other place where I could put my soul in peace or in contact with nature, wherever. Nature always is the answer.

– So is here where you study, Master? – Tanuki puts his head off from my pocket and was looking around with such surprise and curiosity. – All looks dry and bright.

– It is – I yawn. – I believe it’s different from your time of wood and lamp or maybe candle.

– And it’s full of villagers.

He climbs my shirt until he arrives at desk and hides behind my head. He is in one side that nobody can see him, but I am afraid that someone would discover I am talking alone with an imaginary friend. Also, this is a good point I wanted to know: do only I see him? If yes, I am literally prepared to receive a sweet nickname of crazy or spirit speaker.

The most funny and ridiculous I had to tolerate is the fact he calls everyone of villagers. I should agree that his era had magnificent ambient, the harvest was pure and healthy different from now-a-day, the night being the time to rest in their tents and with the fact that they shouldn’t worry with what to do when they had my age. Or they loved to become samurais or wanderers. But call everyone of villagers I think an exaggeration.

– My God, Vanz! – someone shouted on my side literally surprised with my sleepy mood and this someone was Amerix. When I lifted my head and see who was there, I felt that even my muscles and sense aren’t working to rise. – You look very tired. Happened something?

– Kind it. Another nightmare.

Many nightmares that are happening with me in flesh and bone that are putting me down, but I can’t tell to him. Who would believe that demons coming from other land are hunting me because I have a sacred kitsune bloodline and if they eat me I will give fantastic powers holy of superhero movies? Most crazy than this I would like to know.

– My days are being tiring – I yawn again.

– But what was this nightmare now? Other nightmare on the next day is weird.

For my good mood he sat on my side this time putting his backpack on the ground, taking off the hood and looking at me worried. I explained to him the weird nightmares: one where two Onis hunted me with chains and claws and other where I met a fox using a mask talking to me like if I met him from some place. Amerix heard it carefully and looked around to check if someone was looking at us. The students were talking between themselves, what is good for us.

– These dreams are weird. All involving Yokais – he commented and our eyes are trading looks.

– Is the fox other Yokai?

– Maybe. You said he was using a mask; it should be these kabuki masks, very popular in Japanese festival and theater. He should be a Kitsune.

My ears lifted together with my eyes. Not only my body but I felt a volume lifting from my right pocket. Tanuki again. Thanks that Amerix can’t see this thing moving on my pants.

– You look curious about Kitsunes – he commented noticing my changing of mood.

– A lot. I mean – let me correct best my words and scratch my head – they are powerful and magic, aren’t they?

– Since when are you interested…

Automatically I gave a punch on my pocket to make this stupid Tanuki shut up and this called Amerix attention.

– It was a gnat – I said shaking a lot praying that he doesn’t ask my rough behavior.

– Ah yes. Well – he proceeded –, Kitsunes are strong Yokais and they have differences between countries.

– Good that you know it, Amerix – I commented with a brushed smile. – I wanted to know why I had this nightmare with Yokais. Aren’t they all demons?

– Strange to say it, but yes, even not all of them being evil.

– How not all of them?

–The fact you should know about Yokais – he adjusted his spine –  is that all of them have origins and reasons to become these creatures we – he used his finger to justify us – know and maybe we don’t know all about them. They are numerous and it’s impossible to say all of them.

I don’t know why I felt my fur crawls and the soul freezes. If he said there are numerous Yokais on Japanese Folk so it’s possible that numerous Yokais are hunting me to appreciate my blood like a vampire would do with his sweet victim asleep at night. Does it mean that I am in risk for all the eternity?

I forgot that Tanuki was on my pocked and going out, pulling my shirt. I still feel insecure to introduce Tanuki to Amerix… on true, to everyone.

He was trying to speak something to me, but difficult to whisper and not call attention of Amerix that was talking while he grabs something on his backpack. On first moment I understood nothing what Tanuki was saying. I wanted to know what more I should discover coming from someone that lived long millenniums but he was telling about a kind of entrance common in Japan called…

– But nothing this explain all – Amerix commented grabbing the books and cutting my thoughts; two books like he said yesterday. – Do you have someone on the family that believes in it?

“Besides me? I doubt!” this is what I thought to say, but correct the words, Vanz! You know your family very well.

– Until I know, no. My uncles, cousins and grandparents don’t believe on this. This is all folklore for them.

– And it is. They don’t exist.

I nodded agreeing even not being true. I wanted to pull him to live with me and show him the proofs that I am not getting crazy when I am having these nightmares in real time, but I should avoid this idea. Nobody should know this part of my life and neither my crazy adventures.

I can’t force Amerix to answer all just because he understands about Yokais and folklores, mainly coming from someone who has Japanese bloodline and I am still meeting. And after that Tanuki tried to call my attention again, the teacher appeared on the class. It was fact that the class would begin now and I had to put Tanuki in silence, pushing him into my pocked while I thanked Amerix for his help and by the books.

He was glad with it and decided to sit on my side to have a good conversation or doubt when needs. I am glad with it too; I know I am not alone on the classroom and I know I could do a good work with him doing homework, researches and other things. The only thing I can’t introduce him is Tanuki that was poking me hard on the pocked that I had to punch on my thigh, calling Amerix attention.

– Other gnat – I said.