You've heard of Kitsune, right? I'm sure you have.
Those intelligent, sometimes multi-tailed, fantastical foxes featured in all sorts of old stories and tall tales. A rich history, for sure. Whether it be divine messengers, tricksters, or wives I'm sure you've heard of them in one way or another.
Though, nowadays I guess you're probably just thinking of those cute girls with fox ears and tails in some anime, novel, game, or what have you.
I'd berate you for thinking of such stereotypical images if it wasn't so close to reality. In particular, my reality. Yup, I'm one of those vaunted fox spirits myself. A cute one, too.
What? You're saying I can't say that about myself? How rude. We aren't known in legends as seductresses for no reason you know.
In fact, right now I'm witnessing yet another one of my sisters act on that very depiction right now. Mhm, I'm currently right in the middle of a wedding ceremony.
Sitting behind a table with the typical guest ensemble in front of me, I look toward my sister standing next to her groom-to-be. With her long locks tied in a neat bundle, a voluptuous figure accentuated by the traditional bridal kimono, and a soft bundle of well groomed tails draped behind her, she pretty much oozed ephemeral beauty from every pore.
The ceremony itself was coming to a close soon, the sake being poured in front of me signaling as much. And on cue nary moment later, everyone in attendance drinks together. The usual closing; one I've bore witness to an uncountable number of times.
I mutter this pretty half-heartedly in the chorus of platitudes, resting my chin on my hand.
Hah? I'm being rude on this joyous occasion? Of course I am! I'm going through a teensy little crisis at the moment. After-all, I'm the last one now.
Yeah, that's right, I'm the last one of my siblings without a lover! Forget marriage, I haven't even managed to nab a single date in my life. Unfair. This is so unfair!
No matter how hard I think about it, isn't that just ridiculous?! I've been alive for... well, you don't need to know that. Still, I have confidence in my cuteness at least! So how come I've been rejected practically every time up to now?!
As I curse this damned world internally, I must have unconsciously made a sour expression. I look to my now newly-wed sister as she deigns an insufferably smug smirk on her face. Tch.
"My my, was the ceremony perhaps not to your liking, elder sister?"
Hoh, are you looking for a fight?
"Oh? Of course not! How could I not be as joyous as I could possibly be to see my little sister so happily wed?"
"I hope you did not think I was implying you thought otherwise! I was simply thinking that my humble ceremony was so much plainer than all the others you have attended."
"Oh, but I do hope you find this happiness as well soon, dear elder sister. I do look forward to see the ceremony which you have planned!"
She clapped her hands together with an obviously condescending smile directed my way. Maybe its time to teach this cheeky brat a small lesson in respecting her elders...
Bah, no no, I'd just be playing into her hands if I get mad here. I had to calm down. I get up from my seat, eyebrows twitching, and bow curtly in response instead.
"By no means did I think that the ceremony was plain, its humbleness is its own charm after-all. Once again, I wish you a lifetime of happiness."
As I rise from my bow, I tilt my head up a fair ways to meet my sister's eyes. Yup, this was my cruel reality and the reason for her incessant teasing. As the eldest daughter of my family, I should command the most respect and experience of all of my siblings.
And yet, by some cruel fate I seemed to have been blessed with this damnable eternally youthful appearance early in my life.
It would not be surprising if you mistook me for a middle-schooler at a glance if you did not know any better. I'm nary a hair over 140cm and lack the ample chest assets of my siblings as well. I suppose I should be glad, at least, that my figure did fill out in other key areas.
Still, of my family I was the only one to be cursed with this affliction. The rest of my sisters all grew into unparalleled mature busom beauties, not wanting for choice from an endless line of suitors. And now, before I could fully accept it, I was the last of them to experience any form of romance.
I mean, its not like we're bound to abide by our ancestral inclinations and habits in the modern day. I didn't have to get hitched to prove my worth or anything. But still, I wanted love! Is that so much to ask for?
Worst of all, being left behind by virtually every one of my little sisters is just plain mortifying. All just because I looked too young!
Not that I should even be disadvantaged in this day and age. Oi, you lolicon bastards, where the hell are you all? Is this one of those situations where you don't dare act out the fiction onto reality? In more than a few ways that's commendable, but I'm still a genuine loli-baba you know. Not that I'm that old.
At any rate, a legal loli is right here in front of you lot! One with some of those oh-so-popular fox ears and tails, too! Why am I not starved for choice on this front at least?!
Such thoughts filled my mind as I wandered away from the ceremony crowd after peeling myself away from my still snickering little sister.
Maybe I ought to just scream from the rooftops and advertise myself.
No, even that's a little too sad for me.
I close my eyes and turn my head to the heavens, and pray whole-heartedly for it to finally be my turn to receive some luck.