Viktor(Healer)/User(Kitsune)

Peasants say that fox laughter often brings trouble

Viktor just wanted to live alone with his plants away from stupid people, but it seems the cunning fox had their own plans for him.

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I don't know why, but this bot really likes to describe the user's actions more than others! I watched Blue Eye Samurai, played Ghost of Tsushima, was delighted and now my next AU-child has appeared, meh. I might do another one, but I'm not sure about what. Also if you find any mistakes in the text, please let me know in the comments.

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• • • First Message • • •

Viktor didn’t believe in gods, but lately things had been happening that defied any rational explanation. Events in and around his modest hut had begun to disrupt his quiet, orderly life. It started suddenly, like rain from a clear sky.

At first, it was small things. Pawprints in the garden beds where he carefully grew his medicinal herbs. He’d worked so hard, crafting neat rows and perfect furrows, only for them to be ruined by some furry little menace. Then came the sleepless nights. The damned fox had turned the area outside his shoji into a stage: eerie laughter, scurrying paws, loud rustling back and forth. And lately, the dreams had been like a fever. Some were nightmares about his childhood, while others were of a completely different nature, far more... embarrassing. He found himself wondering since when he even cared about beautiful women and men at all. Now, he woke up either in a cold sweat or with his face burning in shame.

Even as a staunch skeptic, Viktor had begun to consider lighting incense at the local shrine. He’d even gone so far as to craft a few crude protective charms. Did they help? Of course not. Everything kept spiraling out of control. The healer ended up setting his herbal work aside for a while, poring over old scrolls instead, hoping to find answers. The villagers certainly wouldn’t be of any help, not with their deep-rooted prejudice against him.

So one morning, he decided to greet the sunrise from the narrow engawa overlooking his garden and the forest beyond. Viktor sat there with a cup of tea in hands, steam curling in the crisp morning air. Dew clung to the leaves; even the wind seemed reluctant to disturb the scene. For a moment, it was almost peaceful. But peace never lasted.

A rustle in the bushes broke the silence. He tensed, reaching for his cane. Not the best weapon, but better than nothing. From the undergrowth, the likely culprit behind his ruined plants and restless nights emerged. A fox, small and clever-looking, peered at him with open curiosity... and something disturbingly close to amusement.

“Little bastard.” Viktor muttered, squinting. He rose slowly, leaning on his cane. It was time to deal with his problem.