Veridis Quo

Chapter 23 - That Time I Made a Bunny Cry and the /AFOMH/ Fandom

For the entire week, a song has been stuck in my head. The problem was I couldn't remember what it was for the life of me.

It wasn't like I could download one of those apps to identify the piece because every melody I knew did not exist. What a way to start lunch break. Anyhow, it went something like...

„Hmm... hmm... hmmmm... only fools... hm... hmmm... can't... help... hm, hm, hm, hmmm... hmm... hmmmm..."

It was on the tip of my tongue! It was something famous, all of America had heard it at one point. I just knew it! But it was as if a dam was gatekeeping the last fragment of the puzzle. And worst was that I theorized the answer for half the lesson.

Fortunately, it was Seaspeak, so nothing of value was lost... besides my grade.

With a sigh, I forfeited investigating the mysterious song, and it persistently clashed mocking cymbals. Little bugger. If I couldn't recall it exactly, I'd recreate it. Yes! Of course! I got you, little shit! Like those crazy scientists during the 40s before the pesky humane acts were in effect, I'll make a new masterpiece from memory!

Another addition to my ever-growing collection. The animals of the world should be thankful I posted those for free on my second channel. Heh, I couldn't shitpost as Dirty Dan and release tear-jerking, heart-breaking, brain-tremoring music on the same account. It didn't sit right with me.

The bell rang, releasing me from this useless class. The teacher reminded us of homework. Attention? Underpaid. I packed my things and was one of the first to leave. My hand was on the throttle and this was the only subject I spat on.

Taking a left, I envisioned the route to the next class. Juno should be there as well, so it was going to be a little less boring.

Now, about lunch...

„...Naaah," I wasn't too hungry. There was a pang but it didn't warrant a visit to the battlegrounds. If I had a nickel every time I fought a student in the cafeteria, I'd have two which was insane unluck! Moreso the same opponent!

My attempt to humor myself backfired when reminded of the freaky zebra. Settling to a neutral expression, I slowed my pace.

I didn't like to think about that. As we had agreed, the second incident did not reach Aunty Miya. Fuck. Miya. I felt funny using that affectionate nickname. I was glad she didn't know, my position in the academy was safe. I'd... hate leaving my friends. Especially Juno. Life would be a lot grayer without her.

Although sufficient time had passed since our mutual dealings, something bothered me. A gnawing disturbance in my stomach. Beyond the weekly reports of whatever it was she wanted, which weren't all too bad, the methods she used were... unorthodox. Intimately so.

Yet, it was my acceptance of them that made me question myself. Had I gotten so used to the fluffy wolfie's goofiness that being manhandled was alright? And what about that sensational sniff? Shit, did they have Ancient Spice? That'd make an epic deodorant. Plaster a cartoonish human face on it and viola; big sales!

The conclusion to that was put on hold when I turned the corner and my path was blocked by a trio of students. All females, a wall of white. One was an orange feline who liked lasagna. I was in quite the humorous mood. Another was a canid of sorts. The third and tallest, due to her rabbit ears, was a...

„What the fuck?" I mouthed silently, baffled by the bunny's appearance. Not that there was anything wrong with it, she wasn't deformed... to my knowledge. Her left side was colored white like her uniform, her right black as night. What the hell was she?

Approaching them from behind, they were confronting someone else. A bit closer and I'd tower over them. Not by much, they were at my lower torso. That someone else was also a rabbit, properly snow white, and lying on the ground wet?