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[The Next Day, Sweet Apple Acres, Crusaders' Clubhouse]
"Hey, he's waking up." A new voice chirped.
"Ngh. How in-" Azul's eyes slowly opened to the cold, hard wood below him and lifted his head towards the new voice.
"Did ya... spend th' naht heah?" Applebloom asked.
"I thought I was back at the forest." The stallion answered with a groggy look, then turned towards a white unicorn filly. "Something tells me that you're Rarity's sister."
"Yeah. I'm Sweetie Belle, and you're Azul, right?" Azul nodded at the filly and was about to stand up when he saw a third filly nestled against his barrel. To his surprise, the filly in question had a gamboge coat and a purple mane and tail. Her wings were surprisingly smaller than he thought they would and chuckled at the unnamed chick sleeping on the filly's head. He noticed that the trio of fillies did not have the emblems on their flanks.
Upon taking a good look on the emblem on his flank, the two tilted their heads in confusion before shooting a barrage of questions at the stallion, the last one having woken up the third filly. Like Azul, she had a groggy expression, but looked refreshed.
"Huh? Whazza? Applebloom? Sweetie?" The filly groaned softly. "Who da-"
"I take it you had a nice dream?" Azul inquired in a fatherly tone.
"Y-yeah... When I came here, I thought it was Applebloom, but the clubhouse was warmer than usual." The filly answered. "I'm Scootaloo. What's yours, mister?"
"Ore ga Kogemori Akikane." The stallion yawned. "It's really bright in here."
"That's because it's past sunrise." Sweetie grinned. "What do you do?"
"I would spend most of the week awake and sleep for two days... when I can." Azul replied. "Speaking of which, what are you doing here?"
Scootaloo stood up and looked at the emblem on Azul's flank. It consisted of a scroll crossed over a crescent moon, aligned with two four pointed stars.
"Ahve bin meanin' tah ask..." Applebloom trailed off as she averted her gaze.
"How did you get your cutie mark?" Sweetie finally answered after an awkward silence.
"Cutie mark?" The cerulean stallion tilted his head in confusion.
"You don't know what a cutie mark is?" The unicorn filly asked.
"Well... no." Azul rubbed the back of his head with a hoof and frowned.
After a surprisingly lengthy conversation, the cerulean stallion trotted out of the clubhouse and took off towards the library. On his way there, he bumped into a familiar grey pegasus, knocking over the contents of the pony's satchel.
"Oh, I am so sorry. I-" The mare gave out a quick apology and tried to pick up the envelopes on the ground before several of them were picked up in a dark blue aura.
Ignoring her apologies, he returned the envelopes to the mailmare with a flat expression on his face. It wasn't that he disliked the mare, his thoughts were still preoccupied on the emblem on his flank.
"Are you alright?" The mailmare's concerned look brought back the stallion to reality as he found himself blinking at her strange shining golden eyes.
He shook his head, then frowned for a moment and a small smile formed on his equine lips.
"I don't think I introduced myself. My name is Derpy Hooves." She offered a hoof. "What's yours?"
"Call me... Azul Flame." The stallion then nodded and gave a firm shake... only to hear a bell chime and watch Derpy fly away in a panic.
Giving off a deep sigh, the ponified half-human looked back towards Sweet Apple Acres and his mind wandered into a trance-like state.
Opening his eyes to the edge of a forest, he looked around and took a tentative breath, only to be startled by the crunchy sound of grass. Azul then remembered that this was a memory from his childhood, then relaxed when he heard a soft chuckle and faced the rustling grass. In front of him was a large, crimson, eight-tailed demon fox with a grim frown on its face.
"You remind me very much of your mother, my son." He began. "Because of your being half-human, your life will be filled with hatred and sorrow. I cannot help you when you come of age.
He shook his head slowly and set himself down on the grass, nuzzling a dark red kit and continued, "But... I can at least teach you the ways of the kitsune.
50 years later...
"Father! Shapeshifting is hard." A familiar dark red kit, now in a somewhat humanoid form whined and fell back on his butt. He wore a pair of dark blue pants with a thin, black belt and a light blue shirt with a cherry blossom pattern. The look on his face made it clear that he had a hard time concentrating.
"Shapeshifting is a basic skill that a kitsune must learn. It does not have to be human form. The elder kitsune explained in a calm tone. He sat down and shifted into human form in a puff of smoke with crossed arms, his blue eyes glowing softly.
"What's the use of shapeshifting anyway?" He groaned.
"Shapeshifting is useless, but to the kitsune, it can be used to fool the enemy or learn stealth. I used my shapeshifting ability to meet your mother."
"Oooh, what was she like!?" The kit beamed at the thought.
"That will be for another time, my son." The elder kitsune chuckled.
His trance was broken by loud chirping, and Azul blinked to find a pair of unicorn mares and a chick staring with slight concern... One of them had a mint-colored coat along with an aquamarine mane and a lyre on her hip, and the other had a white coat and a neon blue mane along with a backwards double eighth note for a cutie mark and her eyes seemed to be concealed by a large pair of purple-tinted sunglasses.
"Whoa, you alright?" The white mare asked. "You spaced out for awhile."
Yeah... let me guess. You've heard of me, right?" Azul deadpanned.
"Perceptive, aren't you?" She chuckled and shook her head.
"Well... you're not even a pony." The aquamarine mare leered at the stallion, who briefly flinched at her remark. She also earned a glare from her fellow musician and quickly apologized.
Two hours had passed, and the ponified half-human already became acquainted with the two musician, finally christening his avian companion "Percy"; Vinyl Scratch suggested the name, as she found that Percy was very fond of roosting on ponies' heads. The two musicians went their separate ways, leaving the stallion at a strange, whimsical building that resembled a carnival ride.
Upon entering the building, the interior had a pink color scheme along with faceless ponies impaled on sticks, scattered about. Azul trotted closer and tilted his head in confusion when he saw a reflection of himself. At the same time, a puff of white moved gingerly, and stopped. A flick of its ears, and it slowly lifted its head towards a cerulean-coated and brown-maned unicorn stallion. Its eyes gleamed upon sight of the bird sleeping peacefully on the stallion's brown mane and immediately pounced.
Time slowed when Azul turned around. He heard the sound of yowling and his eyes shrank. Percy flew out of Azul in time only for the white puff's claws to meet his friend's eye and the stallion to let out a pain-filled scream.