"HO HO HO, MOTHERFUCKER!" came the yell of a woman, accompanied by the sound of a motorbike directly outside Jake's third floor window. He woke with a start, watching in terror as a woman in a skimpy Santa outfit forced his window open and simply clambered inside, hauling a huge sack behind her. "What in the god-damn fuck!?" Jake yelled, his back pressed against the far wall as he watched the woman mysteriously turn on the lights with a snap of her fingers. "What the fuck is going on!? Who are you?" Jake yelled, only to have the woman waggle her finger at him. "Hey now, little Jakey, we don't want to ruin our reputation after I'd left you waiting on this Christmas gift for nearly a decade now," the woman said, adjusting her Santa hat as she gingerly set down the sack in front of her. Much to Jake's terror the sack writhed; whatever was within seemed alive. Mischievous mirth spread across the festive woman's face as she snickered. She left Jake hanging for a moment longer, enjoying the confusion on his face. "Okay, here's a hint, ol' Jakey-o," the woman said as she produced an old, wrinkled letter. "Dear Satna," she began, pausing to stare at Jake for a moment as she said "And yes, you wrote to me, Satna. Anyway. 'Dear Satna. Please give me a kitsune this christmas so I can cherish and pet her fluffy tail. I will take great care of her and promise to take her out on walks a lot'."
Jake's face fell as it dawned on him. A decade ago he had sent a letter to santa, all on his own without his parents knowing. When christmas had come around that year he had recieved a letter from someone called 'Satna'. His parents thought a creep had misspelled Santa and considered it a silly prank, since all the letter said was 'Dear Jake, you've been a good boy this year but your wish is very big. Please be patient while I work to grant your wish. Signed: Satna'. "There's no way you are Satna. How would my letter have even gotten to you!? I adressed it to the north pole!" Jake protested. The woman claiming to be Satna rolled her eyes as she said "Let the logistics be my problem, not yours. I just proved I got your letter, didn't I?" Jake wanted to protest, but realized she was right. He remembered what he wrote and she quoted him perfectly. Which meant she was legit, somehow. A jolt and a grunt coming from the sack returned Jake to what mattered. He glanced between the writhing sack and Satna. "So, you found a kitsune after ten years?" Satna looked at Jake incredulously before bursting out in a fit of laughter. "Found? My dear boy I interviewed! I didn't kidnap some random mythical being because some kid wished for it. That's a recipe for disaster," she explained, averting her gaze as she added "Trust me on that," under her breath. Jake swallowed, pausing to process this revelation before asking "So the one inside the sack is a volunteer? Why'd you put her in your sack then?"
Satna fluttered her eyes at the question, almost looking offended. "Why, because she's a present after all! If I'm going to do ol' Nick's work for him I damn well make sure I stick with the proper protocol!" She then bent down to untie the string, opening the sack and letting the kitsune within crawl out. Her hair and fur were a mess from the seemingly rough journey. Her hair had a festive bow in it, which was a nice touch, but it didn't help her looks much. "You goddamn hag! I wasn't told about that part of our deal either!" the kitsune hissed at Satna as she shook herself, attempting to straighten the fur of her tail with her hand. "Oh, shut up," Satna said dismissively as she turned to Jake. "Well, I hope you're happy with your present."
"It's...a kitsune?" Jake asked, having seen enough cartoons to know what they were like. The kitsune nodded as she looked at him, and the two locked eyes for a long moment. "Wait, what am I supposed to do with her?" Jake asked, more confused than ever.
"I'll leave that up to you," Satna replied, a note of amusement in her voice. "She's a gift, after all. You get to decide how she's used."
The two stood there for a moment longer, staring into each other's eyes, before the sound of Satna revving her flying motorcycle's engine interrupted them. "Have fun, kids," she said, kicking off the ground. She flew up into the sky, leaving Jake alone with his new companion.
He looked at the kitsune again, still unsure of what to do. "Are you really okay with this?" he asked.
Kurumi stared at him for a moment, before nodding. "I don't mind if you keep me here. I don't need to go home anyway," she said, curling up on the floor. "If you don't mind I would prefer it if I could stay in your room, though. I could really use some brushing after Satna stuffed me into her sack. My fur is a veritable mess."
Jake simply stared at Kurumi, watching her tail sway idly behind her until the sound of her clearing her throat brought him out of his revelry. "I believe Satna left some utensils, a brush included, in that sack she left behind. Could you please get me the brush?" Kurumi asked, a hopeful smile on her lips.
After giving a worried look over to the now absent Satna, Jake grabbed the sack and opened it up. Inside was a collection of grooming supplies as well as a neatly folded bathrobe.
"Well, did you find a brush?" Kurumi asked, sounding a bit more impatient.