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This story was written as fiction. Any similarities with

any real life events and/or persons are completely

coincidental. Described characters and/or events are

fictional. Enjoy the story!

This story is about Sunkra the otter boy visiting his

parents' grave and meeting a very sweet wolf boy Nikai.

This story contains: gay, no sex

Sunkra meets Nikai on a black day.

The brown leaves fall down to the earth, a little breeze

waving the branches of the weep tree over the many

stones in the grassy fields… the earth holds his breath

in blissful peace here. With small steps and his head

looking down, Sunkra steps over the little path with his

bike by hand, sadness in every fiber of his being as he

knows exactly where to walk to. It has been five, almost

six years since he told his father about his sexual

preference and his way of life now that he was an adult

in the eyes of the law. He couldn't cope with it.

Turning his bike, Sunkra steps into a smaller lane with

graves, this is the corner where those unholy in the

eyes of the church were buried: unbaptized children and

adults, those with other religions, those committing

crimes against the church… like suicide… The otter boy

wears decent and plain clothes, though not black as he

doesn't want to depress himself any further. He had

taken a day off, Sunkra does it every year on the same

day, a tear running down his cheek which he quickly

sniffles away.

He stops, pausing for a few long seconds and then lowers

himself on his knees, wiping away the tears in his eyes

as he rasps his voice:"Hello mom… hello dad…"

Of course no reply comes from the cold, dead stone, the

wind blowing a few more leaves over the slightly

overgrown duo grave. A picture of a pretty otter lady

and good looking otter man look back at him from the

tiny frame, the picture long since past turned yellow

due to weather conditions and age. Sniveling, Sunkra

gets a little gardening kit from his bicycle bags,

starting to pull out the weeds and freshen up the grave

of his parents,"Don't know how you's two are… so fa'

away from me… I's hope you's are happy and gud where

you's are now…"

He can't stop another tear from welling up in the corner

of his eye, sniffing and wiping it away with the hem of

his shirt. "I's miss you's two so much… why did you's

have to go? I's didn't want tah disappoint you's so…"

All those years back, Sunkra had stumbled back home well

drunk and on his first ever high, he had never felt so

good in his life as he made sweet love to the boy he

thought was the one for him, right there in his bedroom.

His parents had walked in and freaked, first because he

was under age and having sex with another under

age person, but mostly because it finally turned out he

liked boys too. Well, his father mostly on the last

part, he didn't speak to his son for days. Days became

weeks and finally almost a month after, on a very sunny

noon at school, the principal had come to his classroom

and requested he'd pack his things and come with him.

The school psychologist was present as the principal

introduced Sunkra the otter boy to a very troubled

looking policewoman, his cries and sobs of sorrow were

hearable through the entire hallway outside the office.

His parents were found when the station received a call

of a car driving right off a bridge, diving twenty

meters or so lower into the water. Rescue workers and

police had swarmed in as fast as they could after

receiving the call, but it was too late. The two bodies

of his parents were found, his mother tightly buckled up

in her seat and his father with a gun in his hand behind

the steering wheel. Sunkra's father didn't have any

injuries, only his mother had taken a bullet through her

stomach and was most likely still alive when they

drowned.

Big tears well up again in Sunkra's eyes as he plants

new flowers, taking some of the old ones out of the

ground from last year which had withered and died. "Why

dad?" he mumbles, rubbing the salty fluid and his

dreadlocks away from his eyes:"Why did you's do it? Was

it that awful tah have me as you's son and take me for

who I's am?"

He tries to man up, but breaks down, dropping the

gardening equipment and covering his face with his

hands, his shoulders heaving up and down as he sobs.

Sunkra had repressed the memory of those awful months to

a tiny little box in the backside of his mind, only

allowing himself to open it once every year on this day.

His mother had been so sweet and understanding the last

few days she was alive, of course she had to process it

too but she loved the otter boy no matter who he was and

accepted him. Why couldn't his dad do the same? Manning

up and clearing his throat, blowing into a handkerchief,

Sunkra starts talking to the silent grave about his past

year. How he had much fun most of the time and about his

philosophy that every person is in their way

extraordinary and beautiful, deserving to be loved.

He had just finished planting the last flowers as

suddenly he hears a voice from behind him:"Excuse me, do

you have the time?"

The otter looks around to see a smiling wolf boy

standing a little further from him, dressed in some posh

dark clothes and patiently waiting for a reply. Trying

to hide that he cried, Sunkra opens his cellphone and

tells the wolf it's almost 12 o'clock. A few moments

pass by as the other boy doesn't budge, just smiling

compassionately at the otter before he speaks again in a

most sweet voice:"I'm sorry to bother you, my name is

Nikai. Are you visiting anyone important?"

Turning his sad face to the grave again and his paws

dirty from working with the flowers and the ground,

Sunkra slowly gathers his tools:"My parents, they died

tahday six years back. I's Sunkra."

With the same compassionate smile, the wolf steps a

little bit closer, offering his hand to the otter boy

which accepts it and gets pulled up to his two

feet:"Sorry to hear that, man. I was just about to get

some lunch and tea, could I interest you in some too? My

treat of course."

Looking back down at the grave and the empty plastic

bags where the fresh flowers had been in, Sunkra

reckoned he could cut his visit short this year and

enjoy some company instead of being alone here:"Sure,

why not. Lemme clean up my stuffs."

Soon the otter and the wolf boy step side by side whilst

Sunkra guides his bike along, talking about light minded

things. They stop at a little café and take a seat at a

little table outside on the green terrace in the sun. At

first Sunkra is a little hesitant to accept that Nikai

pays for the lunch, but after the wolf boy states with a

big smile that he won't have it otherwise, the otter

caves in and orders a coke and a Croque Monsieur, which

is two pieces of toast with quality cheese and ham

between them. Nikai tells Sunkra that he works as a

graphic designer for a pretty big advertising bureau,

pointing to a huge billboard at the other side of the

street and claiming that he composed that campaign. He

smiles and listens with care and interest to the fragile

otter boy as he tells the handsome wolf he has a job as

a dancer at a night club and that his live was beautiful

overall.

"But you're sad because today is a rough day, isn't it?"

and Nikai sips his cup of tea and pulls his plate with

buttered croissants closer. The otter just nods and

gulps down another bite of his plain but delicious

Croque Monsieur, adding some more ketchup on top of the

toast:"Aye, my dad an' mom have been gone fo' a long

time bu'… I's guess I's just can't forget."

"As it should be, it is important to hold our dearly

departed alive in our mind where God failed to keep them

here physically," Nikai sips his tea again and puts the

cup down, smiling at the other boy whom had gained a

weird look when the wolf had mentioned 'God', "I's dun't

believe in God, nevah have an' nevah will."

"I can understand that, I personally don't believe in

the farce that is church and the pope and such, but I do

believe God exists in everything beautiful around us and

in the hearts of people."

Sunkra rolls his eyes, not wanting to ruin this peaceful

moment he just eats. Nikai does the same in his quiet

and distinguished way, he was clearly a college kid with

good funds. The otter can't complain himself, when he

started dancing he suddenly earned tons more cash than

when he was still a shop assistant. As they sit quietly,

the waiter comes to check if everything is up to

expectation and they both compliment the food and

drinks, standing up as the table is cleared,"That was a

lovely meal, Sunkra, I do hope you enjoyed it too and

that I was at least able to lift a little bit of the

clouds above your head today."

The wolf smiles so sweetly at the otter that Sunkra

feels a small smile return to his mouth, extending his

hand to shake Nikai's, but gets pulled into a brief and

manly hug,"Now, as I said before my name is Nikai and I

do hope to meet you again, Sunkra, you're a very

beautiful person."

Reaching in his pocket, Nikai retrieves a business card

and quickly writes down his number on the back of the

paper, apparently his personal number. He blushes

slightly as he gives the otter the card:"Call me

whenever you feel like having a drink or a walk or

whatever with me. I really do hope you will call!"

And with a very decent but less than formal kiss on the

otter's cheek, Nikai waves and walks off down the street

until he disappears around the corner.

Sunkra looks at the very professional looking card in

his hands, his smile slightly increasing again as he

unlocks his bike from the rack and mounts it, slowly

riding back home.