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winterking975 · 2 months

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I remember long ago writing this little bit of Fanfiction for Beastars a long time ago; it being my first attempt at making Fanfiction before. But as I was starting to write up the next chapter, I found myself having to start focusing on my life and dealing with my own personal issues; which made me give up on writing the rest of it pretty much. But now that I’m starting to get a better grip on my life, I’m starting to feel my old creative impulses tell me to try and finish what I started. So I might as well post this here and ask for all of your opinions on it and whether or not I should continue it. I hope you enjoy reading it either way.

Prologue: This Imperfect World We Call Ours

You can call me Michiya. And I’m a Lion. What am I doing? Well currently I’m sitting at a bar, which in spite of the fact it’s located in a dingy and pretty dirty alleyway in a pretty impoverished part of the city. It’s pretty good all things considered. Now I bet your also wondering what is so important about this. Well it isn’t. Well. The stuff I’m currently doing isn’t anyway. But what I’m about to tell you is a story. A story of how four seemingly separate threads of life entertwined over the course of an investigation into the death of a popular Herbivore businessman.

Again I probably see some of you scratching your heads when I mention that. Herbivores. What’s so important about them? Well maybe I should fill you in on all the facts you should now about the world that I live in before we go diving into this story hmmm? Well I’m going to need a drink for this so...

“Hit me with some sake barkeep. And not the weak stuff.” I muttered as I saw the Vixen behind the bar nod and start pouring me some into a glass. Every movement she made was swift and in a way. Almost kind of seductive as she flicked her tail every so often. After she was finished she was about to put the bottle back but I stopped her. “Leave the bottle. I’m expecting my girlfriend.” And it was those words that drew a look of contempt from her. But it was quickly removed as she nodded and left the bottle, albeit a little harder than necessary, on the counter. Heh trying to seduce me with your movements so I can give you my undivided attention. No doubt trying to either solicit a bigger tip using her body or maybe she was genuinely interested in me. Eh. Guess I’ll never know. And before you ask I don’t have a girlfriend. Nobody ever leaves a bottle of good sake in the hands of a single person. What? Oh right. The facts. Well.

I paused to take a sip of my sake. Ah. Good stuff indeed. Not weak but not enough to get a seasoned drinker wasted with a glass or two. Ah now. The facts. Well to put it simply. This world is full of animals. Not the typical animals your thinking of. These ones walk upright. All of them do. Save insects and arachnids. Fish as well. But uh. It’s complicated. So anyway. Back to the main stuff. So yeah. I’m a Lion that walks upright. I have hands. I have feet. I can speak in English. But I assure you I still look like a Lion, despite those three things I mentioned. So now that that’s out of the way.

Herbivores and Carnivores. You know the ones. Deer are Herbivores. Lions like myself are Carnivores. But we operate a little differently to the way you might think. Well most of the time we do anyway. See. Carnivores can’t eat meat. Shocking right? But yeah. No meat. Not allowed. Forbidden. Get caught eating meat? Instant jail time. We get all our protein from eggs and milk. Stuff made from insects is also considered okay. Yep. Life sucks. But you knew that already. Herbivores are always treated with respect. Just because they lack the hunger for meat like we Carnivores do. They hold great power and influence as well as being seen as innocent in pretty much every light. And Carnivores like me? Well we get along okay. Not as if we’re second rate citizens. We use the strength that Herbivores don’t have to do most of the hard labour. And we do it with a smile. But of course. Just because we need protein. That fabled substance that as you know, meat is a great provider of. We get seen as the bad guys in pretty much any situation involving a Herbivore. Heck sometimes we get arrested for simply raising our voices at a Herbivore. It’s crazy sometimes I tell you. Oh. And Omnivores? Yeah depends mostly on whether or not they look more Carnivorous. Like say. A Chicken. They get along fine. Bears? Just the same as Carnivores.

Another sip of my sake. But hey what can you do? Carnivores and Herbivores. We’re all destined to dance this little dance of ours. Herbivores at the top. Looking down on us. And Carnivores at the bottom and middle. Looking up at their smug faces. And as you might’ve guessed. In this world where clashes between Carnivores and Herbivores are getting more and more frequent with the recent rise in predatory attacks on Herbivores, that’s when Carnivores attack and eat Herbivores by the way. Yeah. Something has got to give. This supposedly perfect city that maintains an outlook of Herbivores and Carnivores getting along in harmony is really just a couple more accidents away from turning into an all out war between the two. And that’s how it is currently. Now I could go on more about this city and its sinful secrets, like the brothels where Carnivores can get dominated by Herbivores and the secret black market full of illegal meat supplied by hospitals and funeral homes. But I think I’ll save those for a different time. Right now. You want that story don’t you? Well okay. This story starts. Just as any other run of the mill thriller story starts. On a dark and stormy night a few months ago...

*A dark and stormy night a few months ago.*

The rain splattered against his face, wetting his fur and clothes to the point they were absolutely soaked and the sweat that was seeping out from his pores did little to help either. Yet still he ran. His shoes pounded the pavement furiously as he continued to run away from his pursuer, who continued to keep up the pace. Why. He kept asking himself. Why was this happening? It had been just an ordinary day like any other, being friendly and working hard at the business he had built from scratch. A place that aspired to be as big as the others and built on a foundation of solidarity between Carnivores and Herbivores like himself. Yet here he was. Getting chased by one of his Carnivore employees. Like prey.

His pursuer was gaining on him. He could feel the hot breath on his collar and he swore he could feel a singular claw rake harmlessly against his thoroughly soaked black suit jacket. In a fit of desperation he turned into an alleyway and continued to run. Till he hit a brick wall. A dead end. He could hear his pursuer now. Stopping. And he swore he could feel his eyes staring at him, right through him. He turned and faced his once faithful employee now his soon to be executioner. This was it. He was going to die. In a dark, rubbish strewn and cold stone alleyway. There was no way out. No fire exit stairway ladder he could jump up and climb onto and almost somewhat heroically avoid his killer. No door to a room which could hold anything from a more dangerous scenario to one of pure salvation. A few windows yes but far too high up for him to jump up to, let alone crawl inside with the time he had left. And even if he did scream for help there was no guarantee anyone would reach him before he met his untimely fate, that was if anyone was around. Nobody was in these buildings. He knew that. The state of the grimy broken glass of all the aforementioned windows and absolute silence coming from either of the buildings told him so. It was just him and his about to be killer, as well as the brick wall behind him and the decaying brick buildings beside him. He backed up futility against the wall. As if to try and phase through it like a ghost.

His killer approached him slowly. Each footstep a death knell for him. He looked around for anything he could use to try and defend himself. But nothing but old newspapers and sodden posters advertising the new buildings about to be built here. By his company. Ironic.

A brilliant flash of white from a bolt of lightning that seemed to split the sky in twain, illuminated his executioners face. He knew it well. Yet he still couldn’t believe it.

“How could you?” He spat as his assailant drew ever closer. And with each step the feeling of dread and despair in his stomach continued to grow. “I gave you everything! I gave you a job! I gave you my respect and admiration! You were dedicated! And above all, a brilliant example to show all my other Carnivore staff of what to aspire to! So why do this now?!” He demanded in a frightened and hoarse tone from his screaming. Yet his killer said nothing. Taking more steps forward. “This isn’t happening... I never even got to confess my love to...” His sentence was cut short as a tight, unyielding hand gripped his throat. His air was running out as he frantically swatted at his murderers face. But nothing. His feeble smacks did nothing to this hulking behemoth of a creature. And the last thing he saw was a brilliant flash of white as he uttered one final gargled scream. And then a sickening crunch. Followed by a series of ravenous slurping sounds and terrifying cracks. All covered by the sound of the ominous thunder and pouring rain...

Well that was my Fanfic. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Please feel free to let me know what you think of it in the comments and reblogs. I appreciate your feedback immensely.

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