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Kittacus "Kitt" Tailton was a very strange creature. Half kitsune, half minotaur. Too cute and not muscular enough to be a true minotaur yet too awkward and not elegant enough to be a true kitsune. Standing at only 5 foot 4, Kitt resembled more of a white aardvark than a fox or bull. His snout was long like a fox but shaped more like a bull with a large silver hoop between his two large nostrils. On the kitsune side, he had triangular fox ears, 4 large bushy fox tails and fluffy paws and on the minotaur side, he had horns on his head and hooves for feet. The only articles of clothing Kitt wore was an unbuttoned sleeveless brown leather vest and a black collar with a bronze bell around his neck. Because of that bell, everyone knew he was coming so they knew when to point and laugh at the poor creature but he never dared to take it off because it was all he had left to remember his father by. However, Kitt's most striking feature was his adorable and brilliant cyan blue eyes which were more often than not bloodshot from crying sparkling golden tears.

On that fateful day during sunset, poor Kittacus was sitting on the edge of a fountain just staring at his reflection in the crystal clear water. Closing his eyes, Kitt let a single gold tear slide down his muzzle and drip off the edge of his nose ring. He watched as the tear hit his reflection and send ripples across the water's surface. His loneliness eating him alive, Kitt just hung his head and let himself cry.

Meanwhile, a tall thin pale-looking man about 6 feet tall with pointed ears, messy dyed purple hair and sharp fangs was strolling through the city. He was dressed in a pitch black jacket, pants and sunglasses and carrying a brown briefcase with a silver letter "V" on it on his non-burnt hand. He was a man on a mission or more accurately, a vampire. Suddenly, his ears perked up to the sounds of sobbing and he turned his attention to the fountain where Kitt sat weeping. The vampire licked his lips. A fresh victim and he didn't even have to use his tools. Briskly, he approached the fountain and sat beside the hybrid. He watched for a while as Kitt's tears dripped like rain into the fountain before making his move and putting his arm around Kitt's vest clad back, rubbing it slightly to calm him. After a good 12 seconds, the hybrid finally responded, opening his eyes and staring at the taller vampire before him, "Who....who are you?"

"Name's Vance Drayner. I'm a vampire and I'm here to console you. You seem pretty upset. Need a shoulder to cry on?" Vance set down his suitcase as he continued to gently massage the creature's back.

"I'm Kittacus but you can just call me Kitt for short." Kitt introduced himself as he shook the vampire's hand, "Just had a pretty rough day. Then again, every other day for me is a struggle. It just gets so lonely sometimes, you know? Being half kitsune, half minotaur. Might as well be a chimera. Everyone thinks I look so weird so I pretty much have no friends."

"I can relate. Despite being a vampire, the smell and taste of blood absolutely disgusts me. Can't stand it whatsoever. All the other vampires think I'm weird cause I prefer drinking tears instead. You see, tears are harder to come by than blood so when I saw you crying, I figured I could score a good meal." Vance replied.

"So you're not here to drink my blood?" Kitt asked, a few warm golden tears rolling down his muzzle, "That's a relief!"

"Of course not." Vance replied, reaching out and wiping the tears from Kitt's snout with his burnt hand. As soon as the gold tears made contact with his burnt skin, it immediately healed up and Vance gasped, "Wait a second, your tears have healing powers?"

"I beg your pardon?" Kitt blinked in confusion, tilting his head.

"Your tears!" Vance replied in shock, "When I wiped them from your face, they healed my hand just like magic! You see, I recently mistook garlic for an onion and picked it up. Burnt my skin pretty badly. Garlic and vampires don't exactly mix. I was going to use an onion on my next victim but then I saw you and the temptation was too good to resist."

"So you're telling me that my tears have healing powers? Kitsune and minotaurs aren't exactly known for crying magical healing tears. Normally, that's phoenixes and unicorns. So that would mean.....I'M AN EVEN BIGGER MUTT THAN I THOUGHT!!!!" He buried his face in his paws, crestfallen at the revelation.

Poor Kitt began crying harder than ever, hot tears running down his snout like a river. Unable to control his appetite anymore, Vance lunged forward and started licking at the tears running down Kitt's face with his tongue. Each golden drop tasted just like salted caramel, the perfect blend of both saline and sweet as they tingled upon Vance's tongue like pop rocks. His tongue even managed to score a couple that hung on the hybrid's nose ring. Kitt's tears were like nothing he had ever tasted in his life, like pure liquid dopamine for his soul.

Eventually, Kitt's sobs quieted down and he wiped his snout with his fluffy tails, "Thanks for being there for me."

"Sure thing." The vampire patted the kitsune-minotaur's back, "Us outcasts gotta stick together. By the way, you have the best tears I've ever tasted in my life, Kittacus."

"That's....an odd compliment." Kitt blushed, "But.....I'm just glad I'm being complimented to begin with. Thanks, Vance."

The vampire then set down his briefcase and opened it to reveal it was full of onions and empty vials. Kitt watched as Vance took a vial out and filled it up with the water from the fountain, "What are you doing, Vance?"

"Collecting your tears to drink for later. Can't let them go to waste. When I came over to you, I noticed you were crying into the fountain. This fountain has clearly been blessed by your tears, Kitt." Vance replied as he dipped several vials into the fountain and closed them, collecting water samples.

Kitt blushed and scratched his head, "I wouldn't say blessed so much as contaminated. After all, it's just the tears of a sad little mutt."

"Nonsense." Vance replied sharply, now pulling out a large flask and filling it up with the water Kitt had cried into, "Human tears have nothing on that liquid magic that comes from those pretty blue eyes of yours, Kitt."

Kitt blushed an even deeper shade of red, "That's so sweet of you." He gingerly nuzzled Vance in response and gave him a big, sloppy lick of his own.

Vance finished collecting the water and stored it away in his case before taking his sunglasses off and making direct eye contact with Kitt, his striking gold eyes peering into Kitt's equally striking cyan ones, "I want to make a deal with you, Kitt. I'll give you a shoulder to cry on and you provide me with those delicious tears of yours. Is that a deal?"

"Sounds like a plan to me! All right, you got yourself a deal, Vance!" The beast shook his hand with a chuckle, "Guess we're just a couple of mythical misfits."

"You can say that again, Kittacus." Vance replied.

As the sun set on the plaza, Vance and Kitt leaned in to each other and cuddled up closely, Vance's head rested upon Kitt's warm and fluffy lap. The two misfits had finally found a close friend to bond with and cherish forever. The end.