This is a long awaited gift that I've been DYING to post, and after numerous revisions, I'm SO glad I can post it! This is for my dear brother,  vincentsirius, and my second favorite OC of his, Amber Ashrain! I hope you enjoy!!! Comments are deeply appreciated XWX

A Cat In The Headlights

“I figured you weren’t listening,”
With a quick jolt, the lanky cat snapped out of whatever daydream he’d been having and looked up from his book, catching the gaze of his not-so-big big brother.
“No! No, I was listening, don’t worry, Vin.”
“Well, alright,” Vin said, grabbing his favorite scarf and adjusting it around his neck. Though though its lavender complimented his tan fur quite well, it didn’t quite compliment his short stature, practically dragging along the floor behind him. “I’ll be back this evening. Oh, and remember: he should be here in a couple hours, okay?”
The feline had already veered his attention back into his book, shooing the tiny corgi away with bland affirmations and a wave of his paw. Vin sighed, grabbing a coat off the wall and looking back at the entranced kitty with a smirk, then walking out of the apartment, assuming any sort of ‘goodbye’ would go ignored.
“Oh Yona...”



The silence of the living room/kitchen combo continued, the cat devouring page after page. Boredom gave way, however, and eventually turned to fatigue as he found himself skipping lines as he read. He knew it was nap time. Putting the book down, Yona continued to change into a more nap-oriented attire, before heading back to brew some tea.
Diiinnnggggg~
Yona’s ears perked up as sharp as blades, darting his gaze towards the front door. Vin’s not supposed to be home yet, and even if he were, he wouldn’t ring the doorbell, He thought. That could be anyone; Mormons, the IRS, a hit-man… Yona, instead of opening the door with courtesy and warmth, gave into his feline instincts and immediately grabbed the tea and sprinted to his room, praying that whoever was at the door would simply leave.
He was never one for meeting random strangers, and, for all he knew, it could be that damn salesman who always comes by with his damn vacuum cleaners and never leaves. But after that one incident with the faux mailman, Yona wasn’t going to take his chances. Maybe this would be the one time the FBI would kick down the front door like in the movies for whatever reason, or maybe the mormons brought a crowbar this time. Either way, Yona knew that there was no such problem that could not be solved with sleep. He stretched, lapped at his tea, plunged into his bed, and in a matter of seconds, the purring kitty was out like a match, save for one last lazy yawn.

It’s one thing to wake up to the light of dawn in the morning. You open your eyes - it’s morning - and you know you have a day ahead of you. It’s morning.
Naps are different. Despite being a cat - a savant in the art of napping - Yona always felt lost when waking up from a nap. He gave the ceiling an almost zen stare as after his eyes were pried open. His eyes adjusted to the dark as the shadows slowly but surely materialized into his bedroom, as did his alarm clock - 1:16.
‘Vin must’ve left around 5:00, so I slept for… eight hours; not bad.’ Yona lumbered out of bed. ‘I guess it compensates for staying up all night last night.’ Knowing Vin was a heavy sleeper, he felt free to wander the apartment. There was only one place he wanted to go, anyways: the kitchen. He walked out into the hallway, then rounded the corner only to freeze in place.
Down the hallway at the counter was a… thing. Yona flinched, finding himself locked in place with fear. He didn’t know what the hell he was staring at! Half of him was dying of curiosity, just begging to know who - or what - the hell this mysterious stranger was, and why they were there. But his other half was just seconds away from a flight-or-fight reaction, madly debating whether or not he should throw something at it or run back into the bathroom. Not daring to take a single step forward, Yona squinted his feline eyes to get a better look at who this thing was. The creature had a sleek, platinum blond coat of fur, which even Yona had to admit was quite appealing to the eye, covering the entirety of its body. And though it appeared rather thin like Yona beneath its pink pajamas, this creature’s skinniness seemed to have a very feminine flavor. It looked hunched over, too, as thought it were reading, with its head obscured by the corner of the wall. The only thing freakier than the thing’s androgyny was what lay below it. The fact that it had, not a tail, but TAILS, was enough to concern Yona. He couldn’t even count how many there were! But there was one thing he was certain of, however. There was no chance in hell he’d let a mutant fox break into hi- err… Vin’s apartment and steal his stuff!
But before he could unsheathe his claws, Yona began to doubt himself. What if that thing bites me and I become a mutant!?. Taking a deep, quiet breath, Yona somehow managed to calm himself down. Alright, you’re a cat, Yona; a sleek and sly stalker of the night! You got this…
As Yona reached reached his paw around to grab the nearest door knob, so too did the creature bring up it’s own paw to take what looked like an earbud out of its ear. No wonder it didn’t hear me, Yona thought. Guess I’ll have to be extra sneaky then.

He was aware that he was backing into the closet, but he wasn’t so sure of what the closet had contained. A noisy cascade of brooms and bottled cleaning products provided such information, along with a bottle of Quik-Fix Drain Cleaner smacking him in the face. Yona attempted minimize his now obvious presence, such as haphazardly shoving all the crap that had fallen back into the closet. From the corner of his eye, he saw movement, and he looked up.
The fox creature was staring straight at him. A waterfall of white-gold covered one of its bright, orange eyes, leaving the other one to pierce the cat with its gaze. It’s muzzle contorted into an impish smile as it hoped off the barstool and began to approach the quivering cat. Like a deer in the headlights, Yona could only stare back wide-eyed and petrified as he backed up, eventually hitting a wall. It didn’t take long for the intruder to prance over to Yona until he was just a foot away from his face. At this point, Yona was able to confirm two things: it was most definitely a fox, and, despite the emo hair, girly clothing, and feminine physique, this fox was actually (somehow) a boy; a very obnoxious, effeminate, but undeniably flat-chested boy. They paused, though the silence did not last.
“Hey cutie~” The fox said in a teasing soprano.
“Uh-Um… Um…” Yona could only mutter, pressed up against the wall as his tail fur began to stand on end.
“What’s wrong, fox got your tongue?” He said with a playful grin, giving the poor cat a wink. Yona gulped.
“W-who are you!?”
“Oh, silly me, I didn’t introduce myself! My name is Amber Ashrain, but just call me Amber, “He said with a giggle. “But enough about me; who’s this pretty little kitty, hmm?”
“I-I’m… Wait, no! I don’t know why you are here, but I’m afraid I have to ask you to leave! NOW!”
“That wasn’t the question.”
Yona began to feel something soft wrap around his wrists and coil around his chest, tugging him a little. He looked down to find a myriad of snaking tails, all at the fox’s disposal, wrapping tightly around him. Finding himself unable to move, Yona’s flight instinct kicked in, eliciting a response of thrashes and tugs, mewing with discontent as he tried his best to free himself from Amber’s grasp, surprised at the strength of the seemingly frail fox. However, his attempts to escape were in vain, with even more tails arising, ensnaring him and tightening their grip.
“Ah, ah, ah, the more you struggle, the tighter it gets!” Amber cooed as he leaned in closer, a tuft of creamy fur sprouting out from the top of his shirt tickling the cat’s chin. Yona admitted defeat by way of compliance. Though still tangled in the furry mess, he ceased his struggling.
“… O-okay… you win. W-what do you want, valuables, money? Y-you can have everything, I swear!” Yona cried. Amber, now somewhat confused, opened his mouth to protest, but was quickly cut off; “All my money, all of it! It’s yours! J-just… please don’t hurt me.”
“Hurt a cute little guy like you? I’d never…” The fox replied, leaning his forehead against Yona’s, his eyes starting to glow a feint orange as he fixed his gaze. Yona paused. He felt a stream of ease come over him as he looked deeper into his eyes, finding himself slowly lulled into a passive haze. A friendly paw found its way behind the cat’s ear and began scratching softly, coaxing a deep purr out of the unresisting feline.
“Feeling better now?” he asked. Yona yawned a little and nodded in response. “That’s a good kitty,” Amber said with a smile, his silky tails petting the soothed siamese. “Now, I don’t think you ever introduced yourself. What’s your name?”
“Y-Yona...”
“That’s a pretty name!” Yona smiled a little in response, still staring at the fox. “I guess you’ve taken a liking to my eyes,” Amber giggled. “I was actually named after them, you know.”
“Oh…”
Amber smiled for a couple seconds, before an awkward silence descended over the two furs. He’d never met such a peculiar breed of house-cat before, and its lean physique, which nearly mirrored his own, coupled with its silver coat and black spotted print interested him. It was one thing to see a tabby here and there, but this was no tabby. Amber's mind meandered further, noting the soft grey highlights around the cat's face, paws and chest. I’ll bet he looks fabulous in silk… Oh, he’d so work a blue/brown combo, perhaps with-
"OW!"
Amber felt a painful yank, letting out a shrill yip in response. A burst of energy had flooded the captive, who’d broken free of his adversary’s charm. Yona only slipped away for but a second, only to feel that familiar silky fur coil around his wrist and tail, nearly tripping him. Dammit, Amber thought. Guess I shouldn’t have lost focus there; keep forgetting that move requires continual attention.
Yona whipped around back towards Amber, his wrist still tied in his tail. “What are you doing here!?” He growled.
“Okay, seriously, enough of this crap. You know who the hell I am! Didn’t your friend tell you I’m your new roo-“
“You’re a thief! Just admit it!”
“What!?”
“THIEF!!!” Yona yelled again at a dumbfounded Amber as he unsheathed his claws and gripped the tail tethered to his wrist, flexing his arm and getting ready to tug and tear the hell out of that tail. But Yona didn’t expect was the reaction he would invoke.
Amber’s muzzle began to curl into an evil smirk as he got into a defensive stance, his paws balled up into fists. He glared at Yona, his eyes radiating a malice as he wore the cat with sheer intimidation.
“…You’re about to pull my tail, aren’t you?”
“M-maybe!” Yona exclaimed, beginning to feel slightly on edge.
“Oh, the last thing you wanna do is pull one of my tails, babe,” Amber warned with a scowl, every word he uttered laced with venom.
“…Why’s that?”
Amber scoffed. “Have you ever suffered a curse, Yona? Can you even imagine the torment, the likes of which you’ve not the slightest idea?” Amber was merely bluffing. He’d never do such a thing to anyone, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t rain hellfire on those who mess with his precious tails.
Yona, on the other hand, got the message quite clear, upholding an ardent belief - and fear - in the occult as the terror of mystery from before was revived. Amber merely smiled and fanned his tails in pride.
“Now, I just want this whole silly charade to end, alright, sweetie? If you let go of me, I’ll let go of you. Than I’m gonna need you to come into the living room, ‘cuz we need to talk, okay?” Amber proposed, his voice much more amiable now. “And I assume you’re Vin’s roommate, right?”
Yona nodded.
“Awesome! So, just let go of my tail, and I promise I’ll stop.”
Having been left with no other option, Yona slowly let go of the tail and unsheathed his claws. To his joy, he also found Amber’s grip subsiding as well, the tails slinking away, with Amber giving him a warm smile, beckoning for the siamese to follow. But there was no chance in hell Yona was gonna pass this golden opportunity up. He knew exactly what to do.
He dashed back into the hallway, bolting into a side room and slamming and slamming the door shut. At this point, Amber was just ticked off. He’d had enough of tonight, and, with a wave of his arm, told the cat to go screw himself. Though Vincent had mentioned to him over the phone that his roommate was a bit “eccentric”, he didn’t include just what “eccentric” exactly meant in Yona’s context.
Unbeknownst to Amber, Yona had actually ran into his room for the sole purpose of grabbing his conveniently filled, high-end water-gun from out of his closet. Unfortunately for Amber, who was only halfway to the living room, it wasn’t until after he felt a blast of water against his head that he became well-aware of this.
“Away with thee, o fiend! Avaunt!” Yona proclaimed in a high and mighty voice. “This gun shall be thy doom, foul fox mutant demon thingy!”
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Yona squirted Amber again, starting to get a bit confused. “Hmm.. It seems I have won this battle... Huzzah! Now get out, or I’ll shoot again!”
Amber turned around, paws balled up into vein-popping fists. His eyes burned with a searing rage, smoke literally beginning to bellow out of his nostrils, as the room suddenly began to feel incredibly hot, making the poor feline pant and sweat.
Yona began to back away, suddenly aware of the grave mistake he had just inflicted.
“CAT!!!!!!” Amber screamed, a blaze of red-hot flames bursting forth from his muzzle, nearly melting Yona’s face off. Luckily for him, he had cat-like reflexes on his side, just barely dodging the fiery torrent. However, Amber wasn’t the only one screaming at this point. He simply couldn’t believe what he was seeing!
With a terrified shriek, Yona bolted for his room. Just as he was about to slam the door shut, a fist suddenly collided with his chest, knocking him back and leaving him breathless. Coughing and clutching his gut, Yona looked up to see hellish visage of Amber; his muzzle salivating streams of a molten inferno with teeth bared and glowing white hot. His tails were splayed behind him, their sheer temperature radiating visibly from their burning strands. Releasing another flame-filled roar, Amber began to slowly make his way towards the fumbling feline, who had backed into a wall, practically in tears.
Yona uttered a quick prayer as he prepared for the worst as Amber raised his fists, which began to envelop themselves in a ghostly blue flame, before going in for a deadly punch. With a kick to the chest, Yona dodged the kill-shot and subdued his assailant. Amber growled, grasping his stomach as he panted.. He quickly caught his breath, though, and saw the cat hadn’t made it far. Amber grinned as the fire from his fists began to turn blue and materialize themselves into orbs in the palm of his hands.
“YOU’RE IN FOR ONE HELL OF A BURN, CAT!”
‘Yeah, It’s time to run.’
Like a skittish buck, Yona burst from out the room, just barely ducking under one of the fiery dodge-balls. He darted down the hallway, knocking pictures and paintings off the walls, his tail carelessly swinging behind him. At the front door, he looked behind him just in time to see Amber surrounded by those ghostly sapphire spheres, launching a volley of them all aimed directly at him. With a panicked yelp, Yona swung himself out the door, his fleeting legs carrying him as fast as they could. He ran towards the elevator at the end of the hallway, fleeing from the armada of foxfire threatening to cook him to a crisp.
Then, like a miracle from God, the elevator doors just happened to open the second he got to them. Yona dove into the elevator like an olympic swimmer, accidently colliding into the sole inhabitant - a corgi, clad in plaid pajamas, carrying a laundry basket.
“AGH! What the hell!? Yona, is that you?” The corgi yelped, his tired, baggy eyes no longer quite so droopy.
Yona, as per usual, ignored the corgi, instead choosing to mash all the floor buttons at once.
“DOWN! GO DOWN! GO DOWN!” Yona cried.
“Yona, cool it! What the hell are you doing!?”
Yona whipped around and began shaking the shaking the poor dog by the shoulders. “There’s a hell-spawn trying to roast me alive!!”
“What are you-?” Vin turned to look out the elevator doors, catching the sight of a pissed off kitsune stomping his way down the hallway. Unlike Yona, who was hysterically clawing at the elevator wallpaper, Vincent just groaned.
“Amber, stop!” he said.
Surprisingly enough, Amber actually listened, extinguishing the orbiting flames, though still remaining visibly pissed.
“Thank God I ran into you, Vin. I’ve had it with this little freak.” Amber exclaimed.
“I’m a freak!?” Yona bellowed. “You’re the one breathing fire! By the way, Vin, he tried to set me on fire. Just putting that out there.”
“…Is that true, Amber?” Vin asked.
“….Yes…” Amber whined, “But that little brat shot me with a water gun!”
“Did not-!”
“Oh yes you did-!“
“You broke in-!”
“I What-!?”
“ And tried to rob us!”
“You assaulted me-
“So did you!”
“Alright, Both of you, SHUT UP!” Though considerably smaller, Vin still managed to get both of their attentions. “I don’t know what you two did, but we are having a meeting, NOW!”



Having brewed himself a warm cup of tea, Vin sat in his armchair, facing the two troublemakers, who were perched on opposite ends of the couch, glaring at one another.
“At first, I was surprised to have come home to find two maniacs trying to kill each other, along with my apartment in total ruin,” Vin said, “But, now that I think about it, it was sort of bound to happen.”
“He did it!” The two blurted in unison, pointing a finger at each other.
“Yes, I know, you both did it. That’s obvious. I want to know why. What happened?”
“Well,” Amber began, “I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to have something to drink, when all of a sudden, this loser-“
“What!? You accosted me!”, Yona said, “I was minding my own business, when-“
“Stop!” Vin interrupted. “Please quit with the fighting, guys, Okay? Especially you, Yona, you’re the pacifist here.”
Amber couldn’t help but laugh, trying to hold back a snicker. “More like pansyfist, or pus-“
“Okay, Amber, come on!” Vin groaned. “Please be quiet.”
Yona sighed and looked down, starting to blush a rosy red from emberressment. “I-I mean, I am, but… Well I didn’t know who he was! And you know I’ve been scared of strangers, even when we were kids! I’m sorry…”
“…So you weren’t listening to me this afternoon.” Vin said in a plain voice.
“N-no…” Yona dipped his head in shame, hugging his bushy tail like a stuffed animal.
Vin sighed and took another sip of his coffee, taking a couple seconds to relax and clear his mind, rubbing his temples with his paws. He was actually pretty surprised he hadn’t gotten a headache thus far. He glanced over at Amber, who was busy checking nails, trying to make sure he hadn’t broken any of them during their little ‘scuffle’. Vin was about to open his mouth to say something, but he held back. He assumed that he should let them speak; and sure enough, he was correct.
“…I’ve got a couple questions,” Yona started. “Just what the hell is he? Why are you making friends with fox mutants from hell, Vin?” An agitated look befell Amber, but he managed to keep his cool. He was too tired to fight.
“Well, first off, he’s not a “fox mutant”. But, then again, his kind is rare, so I probably shouldn’t expect you to be familiar with the kyuubi no kitsune.
“… cubi kit-no what, now?”
“A ninetales,” Vin said.
“Oh…” Yona muttered. “Well that solves two questions… But why is he here?”
Taking another sip, the tiny corgi shuffled a little in the armchair. Vin always considered it, as Yona puts it, his ‘happy place’.
“Well, good question! I guess I did organize this whole thing too quickly, so I’m sorry. Anyways, Yona, I’d like you to meet your new roommate, Amber Lorelei Ashrain.” Vin said, giving the two a warm smile.
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“…What?” Yona uttered.
“Don’t worry, girlfriend, you’re not the only one who’s not excited.”
“Okay, come on, you two!” Vin said, getting up out of the chair. “You two are roommates, now. And us three, we’re a team! So I need you two to get along and be buddies, ok? Now - Amber, I know, I get that you’re mad. My brother can be a bit of a whacko at times, but he’s really a sweet kitten once you get to know him, I promise. He’s got a thing about strangers, and I’m sorry, but he’s a sensitive guy, so please do you’re best to be nice to him, okay? And Yona, the same goes for you. Amber is a really nice guy, if not of a bit of a diva, but I know you can handle it! He is still a guest in our home, anyways, so you treat him with respect! Besides, we need his rent. Now I want to see some hugs and apologies!”
The two looked at each other for a couple seconds, before finally giving into Vin’s demands. The two inched their way to the center of the couch, before finally, albeit hesitantly, hugging one another.
“I’m sorry I accused you of theft and trespassing, grabbed your tail, and shot you with a water-gun…”
“I’m sorry I freaked you out, held you hostage, and nearly set you on fire…”
Yona couldn’t help but smile a little, blushing a little. He hugged the kitsune a little tighter, softly nuzzling him as he purred. Amber couldn’t help but feel a little warm inside too, draping a couple of his tails around the two.
“See!” Vin barked with glee, “good as new! That’s the kind of positivity I wan’na see!” Finishing his tea, Vin placed his mug on the counter and let out a big ol’ yawn, ready to head off to bed. “Oh, and by the way, you two, you’re both cleaning up tomorrow.”
“Aww, come on!”