Hotaru stared curiously at the white furry animal resting on the soft satin cushion. The sleeping animal was a fox, and Hotaru had made sure to bandage it well. When the young fourteen year old boy found the fox on the side of the road, bleeding and wounded, he had picked it up and taken it to his small apartment. When he had seen it, his heart reached out to the wounded animal. Though it was difficult hiding it in his coat so the manager wouldn't see him take it in.
He lived in the apartment alone, as his parents were back in the family's estate. They had let him live in the big city so he could pursue his dream of becoming an idol- which wasn't going that well. He had the looks of one with his unruly caramel mocha colored hair and bright amber eyes. Standing at 5"7, he wasn't too lanky but mostly proportional. His voice was pure and smooth, and full of energy. However he had had no luck yet.
Sighing, Hotaru stood up from his bedroomand slowly sat on his bed. It was a Saturday, andhe hadn't a thing to do.