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The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

Kira was sure she could have gone to her mother for more information on this whole kitsune thing. She was also sure, however, that her mother wouldn't give her straight answers if she didn't want to, and since the internet wasn't giving her many straightforward answers either, there was really only one place left to go for help.

At least Derek wasn't sneaking up on her today, since he'd agreed to hang out with her. She just hoped no one got any wrong ideas.

[For the stalker!wolf!]

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Derek didn't sneak. He just walked quietly.

And he had an extra coffee because it was polite. And the batista messed up his order. So.

"Hey."

"Hi!" Kira said brightly. "Have you had a long day?" she asked, pointing to the coffee.

"I like the taste," he replied with a shrug.

"It is a good taste. Especially this time of year when everything tastes like pumpkins," Kira said. Yeah, she was one of those people. "I wanted to say thanks for this. I know it kind of goes beyond your teacher duties."

Derek shrugged like it ain't no thang. "What did your mother tell you?"

Kira sighed. "She said things will develop in their own time. I already don't get sick, but someday I'll be able to heal myself too. I already feel faster, and my reflexes--well, you know those are good, but I don't feel like I have a ton of control over anything and I'm supposed to be patient but it's really hard." There may have been a little whining at the end there.

Derek held out the extra coffee for her, waiting a moment before letting it drop to see just how well she was moving along.

Also? He was kinda douchey.

Kira gasped and caught the coffee cup with barely a drop spilled. So mean, Derek, so mean. "That could have gone very sadly," she pointed out.

"I was testing those new reflexes," Derek replied dryly.

"My reflexes are fine," Kira said, clinging to the coffee cup a little. "Better than fine, actually. It's weird - like, I didn't even think about grabbing the cup, I just did it. It's like my body's working faster than my brain somehow."

"Welcome to supernatural puberty," Derek drawled. "How much stronger are you?"

Wasn't puberty awful enough already? "Stronger than I thought I'd be, that's for sure. We keep doing these punching bag exercises in meditation class, and it's actually kind of fun. I don't know if I could ever make myself punch an actual person, but I guess I could if I needed to."

"Hit me."

Derek. Derek, no.

"What? But... I don't want to hurt you." Surely he had sensitive squishy bits somewhere!

"Do you think you can?" Oh snap!

"Hey, I didn't say I couldn't, I said I don't want to. Because I'm nice," Kira said. After a moment, she threw a quick, light punch at his arm. It might have hurt if Derek was like, a small sickly child.

Derek looked down at his arm and then at her like he was questioning all his life choices in helping her.

Somehow, the thought of being disappointing was worse than the thought of hurting Derek, and this time the arm punch was a lot harder, with almost her full strength behind it.

It was enough to knock Derek back a few feet. Once he came to a stop, he looked up with a toothy grin and red eyes. "Better."

Okay, that was a little terrifying, but Kira had to admit this was also kind of fun too. "Can you... is it weird to ask you to try to hit me?"

Yes, yes it probably was, but that was probably a better test of her reflexes than a coffee cup, right?

Derek cracked his neck, shoulders rolling before he rushed her. Because just running into a fight always worked well for him.

Really, it did.

One second, Kira saw Derek coming towards her, and the next, she twirled around to try to get him charging past her.

That shouldn't have felt so cool, but it totally did.

"Good," Derek growled, spinning around once he passed her. "You're fast. Use that."

Since he'd be stronger.

Kira nodded because it wasn't like she was trying to get hurt. "Fast I can do, I think."

Derek rolled his eyes, shifting as he rushed her again. Maybe he was planning to confuse her with his sudden lack of eyebrows.

That was a possibility.

WHERE DID THEY GO?

Kira would have more of an interest in werewolf eyebrows when there wasn't one charging at her. She sidestepped this time to try to get out of the way and aimed a kick at Derek for good measure.

Well now. She would have gotten away with it, if it hadn't been for those meddling eyebrows!

Derek snarled at the kick, latching a hand onto Kira's ankle.

The instinct to get his hand off of her kind of overrode everything else, and before she knew it, she was flipping to get away and pull out of his grasp.

"Whoa," she said when she landed. "Was that fast?"

"That was fast," Derek replied. "Have you had any trouble with it?"

"Not really. It feels... natural," Kira said, sounding surprised. "I don't know why I thought this would be harder. I guess... I still feel like I shouldn't be able to do this stuff, you know? Like it's not really me."

"It is you. It's been you, but you weren't able to access it."

"Is it ever going to really feel like me?" she asked. "Was it easy for you to get used to, you know, being you?"

Derek gave her a look for that. "I was always like this," he replied. "Most of my family was too."

"So you got to be used to weird stuff your whole life. Lucky." Yes, Derek was truly the luckiest person ever. "Did you always have your abilities? You never had to get used to them?"

Totally lucky, that guy. "We were born with them. They got more difficult during puberty, but that's everyone."

Except everyone couldn't claw people to death. So.

"Puberty sucks," Kira said bitterly. "This would probably suck more without your help though, so thank you."

Derek shrugged again. "I need you to be careful. There are people out there who don't like what we are."

"Not here though, right? Just--well, in the real world, I guess," she said, sighing.

"Yeah. The real world," Derek replied with a sigh. "They're called hunters. They're supposed to protect humans when people like us go rabid. But that's not how it works most of the time."

"How does it go?" Kira asked, even though she had a really good idea, considering they called themselves hunters.

"They kill us for existing. It doesn't matter if we've lived peacefully or not."

"Oh," Kira said quietly. "I think I may practice punching people more then."

"Just." Ugh, feelings. "Be careful. I'm sure your mom said the same."

"She did, but I kind of didn't realize how serious it all is," Kira said. "I'll be careful, I promise."

Derek nodded. "Let me know if anyone is too interested in you."

So he could beat them up.

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