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Well, whaddyaknow, another chapter! As usual, this story and the character Wasd is copyright me, and Micky is copyright Mickthekitsune. Don't post this anywhere or use concepts from the story without my permission.

Wasd woke up alone in the bedroom. He sat up and pushed the bedsheets off of him, wondering where Micky had gone. The scent of something tasty wafting into the room answered Wasd's question. He hopped out of bed and sprinted to the kitchen, where he found his buddy eating quite a meal. There was pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, biscuits, and toast, all currently being devoured by a large kitsune at the table.

"Hey buddy," said Micky between mouthfuls. "I was going to get you up earlier, but you seemed like you needed your rest."

Wasd sat down and started on the pancakes, tearing them up with his hands and drenching them in syrup. Both of them were very hungry, so there was little conversation as they quickly ate. Wasd few moments, Micky released his friend from the hug, but still kept him in his lap, petting the cat's fur.

"Do you like the soft kitty hugs?" chuckled Wasd.

"Yep," replied Micky, "but I'd still love you whether or not you were soft and huggable."

Wasd blushed and snuggled back into Micky's fur to hide his face. He found the fur to be very soft and soothing, perfect for snuggling into.

But Micky had plans other than just cuddling for the day. "Even though you may be so snuggly, I need to go shopping for groceries to restock after breakfast. You ate much more than I had anticipated."

Wasd emerged from the kitsune's fur and jumped down to allow his buddy to get up from the couch. After changing into some more appropriate attire than their pajamas, they headed out for some groceries. Wasd climbed up onto Micky's shoulder once they had stepped outside the apartment lobby and enjoyed the viewpoint. Micky nuzzled at Wasd's side every so often, causing his small friend to giggle and pet Micky's head in return. Micky had the odd ability to purr like a cat, unlike most foxes or canines in general. He used this ability liberally when in the company of Wasd, just the same as Wasd did when in the kitsune's presence.

As Micky walked down the street, he began to think about the spear he had purchased. It was indeed a work of art, and looked as if it had been used in battles before put on display. However, it appeared to be as sturdy as ever. It just didn't seem that possible for an old weapon to be in such good shape after so many years. Micky was in such deep thought that Wasd had to thump him lightly on the head to keep him from walking right into oncoming traffic.

"Whoa, are you okay, Mick?" asked Wasd. "We almost became roadpizzas there."

Micky related his thoughts to Wasd as they waited for the stoplight to change. "Do you think we could look it up? It might have something to do with your ring."

Wasd fingered the ring on his hand. "Yeah, hile, letting this knowledge sink in. After a while, Wasd spoke up. "I guess this means we should go visit that old monkey's shop again. I want to know more about my ring and your spear."

"Sounds like a plan to me," replied Micky as he put his laptop away.

Later, the two buddies walked into the mall, Wasd back on Micky's shoulder. The spear was in a long thin box that Micky was carrying under one arm. They returned to the small shop, where they met the elderly monkey again. Micky set his buddy down gently as the primate approached.

"Hello again, young sirs. Can I help you?"

Wasd spoke up first. "Do you mind telling us what you know about our previous purchases, the ring and spear? We'd like to know about their origin."

The old monkey smiled. "Any particular reason?"

"We're just curious," replied Wasd.

The monkey slowly walked up to Wasd, then aimed a poke at his midsection. Before the cat could react, the shopkeeper had already sunk his finger quite deeply into the soft kitty belly. "I see you've discovered the abilities of the ring, no?"

The expresion on Wasd's face was quite priceless. It took a while before he responded: "Have you ever used it, sir?"

"Well, no. I've been instructed to take care of it until you arrived to retrieve it. But I do know of its powers and the many 'uses' it has." At this the wizened old primate winked at both of them, making them squirm and blush slightly.

It took a while for either friend to process the last statement. Micky finally spoke up: "But, I don't understand. How is that possible for it to be his if he's never seen it before? It...just...I...it doesn't make sense. Do you mind explaining?"

This made the chimp very pleased. "Why should I relate the story that is in the past, when you could learn firsthand from the owner?"

They tried to ask more questions, but the monkey kept his mouth shut and shook his head, a queer smile spreading across his face, as if he knew something they dis feeling more and more like a good place for a quick nap. He couldn't think of any way to stop himself from dozing off. Even the sound of the omnipresent wind couldn't keep the cat awake very long...

Micky kept shaking his head, trying to keep himself awake. He would have slapped his face, had he not promised to hold tightly to Wasd. Besides, he was worried as well that his buddy would be blown away, or into pieces, if he let go. After fighting his sudden tiredness for minutes on end, Micky succumbed to the sleep as well, still holding onto Wasd in his slumber.

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Wasd awoke completely unaware of his surroundings. His first discovery was that there was sunlight, which took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to before he could figure anything else out. Next, he noticed that he was on top of Micky, and then realized that directions were no longer indistinguishable. At last, the sky was above, the ground (and his best friend) was beneath him, and sound came from a certain location instead of everywhere and nowhere at once! After reestablishing his trust in the laws of physics, Wasd surveyed his surroundings. He was on top of a sleeping Micky, who was sitting in the middle of a field, which was situated in a clearing in a forest.

Micky yawned and shielded his eyes from the sun with his arm for a minute or two before looking up at Wasd, who was still perched on his stomach. It took a few seconds before he noticed that everything around him was actually making sense. He looked around at the field in the same way as Wasd did, then remembered the kitty on top of his belly. He jumped up and hugged his friend closely, both of them laughing and purring. Micky soon broke the tight embrace, setting Wasd down on the ground. "So, where are we, and what happened?"

Wasd shrugged. "I don't know the answer to either question. We're definitely not in the mall. I'm guessing that crazy monkey had something to do with this."

"Boy, when I get my hands on thpath, often requiring Wasd's assistance. Several hours later, the two friends emerged from the forest. It was now night, but a full moon helped illuminate the countryside. The forest path was connected to a larger, stonepaved road. Micky spotted lights and the outline of several buildings down one way. As if to remind him, his stomach gurgled even louder than before.

"Let's hurry, before I die of starvation," said Micky as he rubbed his belly again. But when he looked behind to see if Wasd would respond, he found the kitty had flopped onto the ground, unable to stay awake any longer.'He must have helped me more than I realized,' thought Mic