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the wolf and the bunny part 2

The grand wooden doors creaked open, revealing Tsukuyomi standing on the other side, her presence commanding yet graceful. Tsukuyomi walked over to me, her measured steps echoing softly on the stone floor. She extended her hand towards me with an air of detached formality.

“Where are we going, Miss Tsukuyomi?” I asked, my voice betraying a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

“To your room,” she replied, her tone clipped and businesslike.

Just as we began to move, my foot caught on an uneven part of the floor. In an instant, both of us were sprawled on the ground, the suddenness of it making my heart race. I scrambled to my feet, frantically offering apologies. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

Tsukuyomi, brushing off her tailored suit with an air of irritation, stood up with a fluid motion. “Acting like this won’t last you a day around here,” she said, her voice sharp as a blade. “You’re going to have to toughen up if you want to last.”

I watched her swiftly walk away, her posture rigid and unyielding. With no other choice, I followed her back to the room I had awoken in. She opened the door and gestured for me to enter.

“Wait here. I’ll go get your uniform,” she said formally before exiting the room.

The room was modest but elegant, furnished with an ornate bed and a window overlooking the sprawling cityscape below. I glanced around, feeling a mix of nervousness and curiosity. The door was left ajar, but something told me that escaping might not be the wisest choice. So, I waited.

Five minutes later, Tsukuyomi returned, carrying a neatly folded uniform. She placed it gently on the nightstand beside the bed. “I assume this will fit you,” she said, glancing at my frame. “From the looks of it, you’re quite skinny, which isn’t surprising for an alley bunny. You don’t have to try it on now.”

“Please don’t call me an alley bunny,” I said, unable to mask the hurt in my voice.

Tsukuyomi’s eyes softened ever so slightly. “Alright, I’ll refrain. So, what’s your story? It’s not every day something like this happens.”

I sighed deeply, my mind replaying the events of the past two years. “Well... My family was killed when I was 14. Two years ago. Me and my little sister Nezuko were the only survivors. She’s 14 now. To make ends meet, I had to resort to stealing. I thought if me and my friends could steal the crown, we could sell it for enough money to move somewhere safe.”

I looked down at my feet, the weight of my past threatening to swallow me whole.

Tsukuyomi leaned against the dresser, her gaze thoughtful. “And what about you?” I asked, hoping to shift the focus away from my own painful memories.

Tsukuyomi’s expression hardened momentarily before she spoke quietly, almost whispering. “originally I'm from a different country when I was a little girl, my parents died. At the age of nine, my oldest sister took the throne. I was seven. I was childhood friends with the twins—Muichiro and Yuichiro. As I grew up, my sister made terrible decisions for our country. Eventually, she was overthrown on the eve of her fifteenth birthday. I was about to turn thirteen. My sister had her head chopped off, and I was left with nowhere to go. The boys took me in, and I became Muichiro’s left-hand woman. If you’re curious, I’m one of the more influential figures around here.”

A single tear slipped from her eye, a rare display of vulnerability. I reached out instinctively to place my hand on her shoulder, but she flinched away, her demeanor quickly returning to its previous, steely state.

“Stop trying to offer sympathy. It won’t get you anything around here,” she said, her voice cold. She stood up, smoothing her attire. “See you tomorrow... Cottontail,” she added, a hint of mockery in her tone before she left the room.