Diary From The Carrot Union

Chapter 9: #Joseph

(2 hours ago)

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While Joseph was rummaging through the stacks, Leon came over to Violet and whispered his plot. "Listen to me, Violet," Leon said, "I don't know if you remember me, but I want you to distract everyone while I make a run for it. I'll come back with help!"

She replied with muffled and disapproving responses.

"It's the only way! I'm small enough to sneak out, trust me! So get them on your good side and hang on...I'll be back with the cavalry."

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(Present time)

"Mr Leon must be far away. We shouldn't have been so negligent."

"That doesn't matter," Guava said, "He's someone else's problem now."

I'm still sad about Mr Leon's departure, I thought he's an excellent sport - even though he could be a little bit fussy, mad, and angry, and smelled of alcohol, but still, I thought I'm part to blame for his departure.

But I thought his reaction was a rational one, as indeed anyone with an ounce of a brain would know that a kidnapping wouldn't end well if you're too compliant. A violent adverse reaction such as Violet's would occur if we, as the kidnappers, were too respectful.

Though there's something off about Guava's reaction towards her anger, as he'd tell us to punch her with a rifle butt on regular occasions, moreover, he decided to take her to his main camp as we prepped off to move locations.

"Tell Big Mew to begin moving the foodstuff and ammunition, Comrade Joseph. We'll be out at dawn."

"What are you going to do with her?"

"Oh, we'll discipline her for sure, rabbit, leave it up to the wolves."

"Y-yes, sir..." I swallowed my spit.

She was a long-snouted damsel in distress, always uncomplying as the legendary Guava mounted her buttocks towards his shoulder and carried her away. Whatever wolf business they'll do with her, I don't want to be a part of it.

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It was three hours till dawn, and everyone was preparing for a shut-eye. I didn't know much of the guys here other than Big Mew and a few friends, so I naturally came to him to huddle down near his warm orange coat. They recently washed him with soap we stole from the villages, so he smelled like a freshly-laundered fur coat.

We gathered around the campfire, and coming with a pot of soup is Private Macedonia, while Little Miss Cinnabun's cleaning her combat knife she recently used to cut up radishes.

"I don't know, guys, he was like a father to me...The way he smashed that vodka bottle on my head, I just...Felt that on an emotional level, you know?"

"Mmm? I think he's not coming back," Cinnabun said in her soft energetic voice, "The best thing we better move out before they call in the heavy artilleries!"

"Yeah," Macedonia added, "So much for being too compliant to an asshole, Joseph, you know those bureaucrats are catnip-sniffing puppets."

We were amidst dinner when I saw and smelled someone familiar closing by - the sweet smell of a lady, her fur covered in a dark coat. Violet sat close to us, looking exhausted and weathered down, yet with a glimmer of light on her purple eyes.

"What are you guys eating?" She soothed softly, "I'm starving."

"There's some meat of the chicken, but we don't eat it." Macedonia, the brown-coated rabbit with tall ears, said, "Name's Macedonia, by the way! And this is Joseph and his sweetheart."

"He's more on the subservient side, though," Cinnabun grinned a cheeky smile, "Real tender gentleman, cuddly too." I simply blushed, as I'm genuinely afraid of her sometimes.

Violet made a rueful smile, "That's adorable."

"Big Mew afraid of Cinnabun too!'' Mew interrupted, slurping away his bowl of soup.

"Well then, Violet will be here for you all!" She smiled back.

Hmmm, what a quick change of emotion. Violet went from a bitey and nasty predator into a somewhat sweet lass in a brief instant! Guava must have done something to her.

"Yeah...I guess these are my family out here, Ms Violet. I'm sorry you have to be involved with this."

"Right, I guess I'll just settle down here...I guess. I just hope you rabbits would mind, but why do you guys even try? Guava's fighting a lost cause. No one's going to rally to him anytime soon."

"You talked to him before?" I asked.

Violet blushed, "Well, yes, we talked for a while. I didn't expect him to be so...Well...Interesting..."

"What? Did he show you his dick or something?" Macedonia sneered, but Cinnabun kicked his leg. "What did he say?" Cinnabun asked

"Well, he told me why he took me here, I guess...But I thought Joseph told me the gist of it. He said he wants me here to show those people back in the city that you guys aren't all savages and killers, so they'll treat me well. I know that's just a whole lot of bullshit, but I'm not going to risk escaping like Leon."

"Way there talking with your captors, little girl!" Macedonia said.

"What do you mean, little? Little rabbit?"

"Excuse Mr Macedonia, miss, he might look little, but he's older than all of us," I replied, "But yeah, why are you telling us this?"

I thought it was strange that Violet would be telling us this, has Stockholm syndrome set in this fast? Or is she just highly desperate?

"Well..." She dragged out the end of the word, "I don't know who to talk to. I figure out it's time to make friends sooner or later. I guess you all know who I am, yeah?"

"You're the first daughter of Dale Lycan, a VIP member of the Animalist Party, owner and primary stockholder of Lycan and Klawmark law firm." Cinnabun said, "Some sort of modern princess, I say, from a financial standpoint."

"Of course, it wouldn't be a story without some sort of princess, yeah?" Macedonia added, "Or some sharp-jawed love interest with a six-figure salary, a six-pack, and a six-foot height - or as I like to say it, the number of the demon."

"Well, that'll be a fine ass demon, I'd say."

And Violet laughed alongside her, "Yeah, she got the point, silly rabbit!"

"Whatever you say, you shallow ass women...Don't you agree, Joseph? Mew?"

"Big Mew hears you. Big Mew doesn't care."

But I completely disregarded their ramblings, as my first thought is her sudden change of composure. She felt too lovely for comfort and smirked as if she was hiding something.

"Ummm...Yeah! Of course!" I answered, "Salad does taste better with mayonnaise!"

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Weird glances from everyone else, and it felt tantalising.

"So yeah...Who wants soup?"