Note - Only Usagi, Ace, and Ramona are owned by me. All others owned by Sega.

This is My Appearance -
Eyes - Dark, dark red (considered purple at times)
Fur - White with black on my chest, lower left ear and my "paws."
(I also have a 'cap' of black fur on my head going to nearly my neck, sorta like a mohawk...)
My nose twitches quite frequently (duh - I'm a rabbit!!)
I wear hi top shoes sorta similar to Tails' just green and black as to his red and white.
I can't swim.

My Story

Part 1 – (Press) Start

My mum was a white cat that apparently died in childbirth to me, so I don't really know much about her. My dad was a grey and black rabbit who died after a car wreck when I was two, so I was an orphan at that point. I vaguely remember the trip to the orphanage being rather rough on the crap bus they sent to the hospital to get me. I held my stuffed tiger Hobbes (my dad loved Calvin and Hobbes as I do, so he got me a stuffed tiger) tightly, for he was the only one that I hadn't lost yet. A few other kids were on board, such as a green hedgehog with spiked up hair, a black cat with glasses and a long tail, and a cute girl fox to note a few. The bus stopped with a bad screech and we were at a gray building bearing the words "Station Square Orphanage" on the front gates. I was born and lived in Mobius, so I was completely new to this area. The green hedgehog shuffled over to the front gate, meekly followed by the black cat. I didn't want to head up to the dodgy looking place, so I sat there with Hobbes, as a tear fell from my eye.

"Hey, are you okay?" I looked up to see the girl kitsune looking at me, somewhat concerned due to my attitude. I nodded and got up reluctantly, following the driver outside. Then I remembered I left my bag on the bus and sped back to get it. I nearly sent the fox sprawling, for she just got off the last step of the bus when I turned.

"Wow, you really run fast for a kid your age." "…Thank you, but I was –" I started. She shoved the bag in my face, with a slight smile. "I thought it was yours, so here. My name is Ramona." I thanked her, and went silently up the steps to my temporary home. I put my bag on a bed that wasn't taken, and I sat there for a bit. I looked up and noticed the black cat playing on the Nintendo that was in the room. I got up and shot through my bag, looking for it… "Oh, please be in here," I muttered. "No… Yes!" I tore out my dad's SNES controller and made my way to the telly. The cat smirked at me when he saw I had a vintage controller. "Enthusiast, are we?" he asked. " ??? What's that?" I asked. "Never mind. Sit and play a match?" I obliged, and we sat there for a good hour or so, with me winning most of the Mario Kart matches. "Impressive drift control, friend," he said, commenting on my turning. "What is your name?" he asked. I paused. "…Usagi," I finally said, remembering an old comic strip my dad enjoyed. "Heh, okay. I'm Ace," he said. We remained fairly close throughout the years.

Part 2 – Rough Future Glances

I had spent a couple years as an orphan, being switched to a church with Ace when I was five. The bus to the church crashed once, and I had a huge gash behind my right ear. Ace was fine, just a bit dazed. I kept most of my fifth year of my life in the hospital. (I had asked for a N64 in my room, but they were all taken, so I got a Playstation.) I was playing a Crash Bandicoot game a few days before I left, and Ace came in. "Hey, how's your head?" he asked. "It throbs sometimes, but it's fine," I said. "Well dang, there go my hopes of beating you in Mario Kart," Ace joked. "Heh, I don't even have a SNES or N64 in here. I have a Playstation, and they said I can keep it when I leave." I finished, and the air seemed to get thicker. The green hedgehog from Station Square was brought in to the med ward. He had a black eye and split lip. I shuddered and grabbed Hobbes. "I don't like him…" I said to nobody in particular. Ace heard me and shrugged. "He's had a rough life, I've heard. Just don't worry about him." Ace left soon after, and I saw the green hedgehog frequently staring at me. I tried shaking it off, but he got placed in the bed next to me. I had put all my stuff in my bag to avoid any scuffles, for I was supposed to leave the next day. "Lucky you with all this stuff in here…" he said shortly. I looked at him quickly and tried to change the subject. "What happened? Are you okay?" That was a big mistake. He lost patience and punched me in the back of the head, and apparently I blacked out.

Part 3 – All Downhill From Here

I had learned the hedgehog's name was Scourge. Apparently he was born to abusive parents which lost his custody, and he got placed in some other institute after he hit me. The wound was re – opened and required four stitches. I left a couple days after their removal, which left a scar, and went with Ace. We stayed together for four years, through the church's school program until it was shut down. I was then sent to Station Square Elementary, at the end of second grade. In third grade, I was in the same class as Ramona. She was a rather smart girl, often helping me with stuff. In fourth grade, Ace was in my class. Scourge was also transferred to the school, and we sent some serious hate signals to each other. One day at lunch, he came up to me with something behind his back. "Hey Rabbit (my nose twitches whenever anyone calls me that), how's your twitch?" he asked, sneering. "Just fine, thanks. Now bug off. I'm eating." I said shortly. "Hey, listen to this for me, yeah?" he asked. I turned slightly and felt something cold on my ear, and then a shearing pain as a 'clip' was heard. I screamed in pain, while he ran off, laughing, with the piece of my right ear clenched in his right hand. I tore after him, not sensing my speed. I caught up with him after a second and tackled him. I got up and stamped on his arm, which broke it with a loud 'crack'. (I didn't know my stamp was very strong, just very loud on the floor.) I looked behind me and a big blotchy trail of blood was on the pavement, attracting the attention of many kids. Scourge was in terror, he hadn't guessed I would've turned violent at this (well, who wouldn't?!). At that point my anger left me, and I ran to the bathroom, leaving a big blood trail, and started to cry, both from the sheer pain and from what I've done. Scourge was taken to have his arm put in a cast, and he was expelled shortly after. I had to have some work done on my ear, and it occasionally still hurts with everyday stuff. I was regarded a freak, with potential to snap out of my mind at a moment's notice. I wasn't talked to for a long time other than just the normal 'hullo', 'how's your ear' or 'don't hurt me'. Then one day in fifth grade, the principal called me into his office. He said something about putting me in an animal house or zoo or something. I wasn't really listening. He said the people were coming to take me away the next day, so I did the only sensible thing my then 10 year old mind could think of. I ran off.

Part 4 – Finding Home

I packed away everything into my backpack and wrote Ace a note. I headed out the front door, and looked at the Orphanage for the last time. I had a long trip planned, for I was trying to get back to Mobius. I had my 'running shoes' on, so I was making good distance. I hadn't eaten anything for near a day, but I was already skinny so I didn't mind. I kept going, only stopping to get a skosh of food when necessary (I only had about sixty eight bucks, so I used it sparingly). The sound of sirens scared me sometimes, so I couldn't stay in one spot for too long. This went on for nearly a month, between running and catching an occasional bus.( I had to sell the Playstation for food money, but I kept the controllers and games, for something told me to save them in case something came up.) I was weak, smelled bad, and sick when I saw a house on a hill. I hobbled the rest of the way up, stamped at the door, and I remember the door opening and a young twin tailed fox staring mouth agape at my stature. I passed out shortly after.
I woke up underneath a shower, dazed and wondering where I was. "Oh, thank God you're okay! You really scared me!" I looked up with one eye closed, and there was the fox. My memory suddenly came back to me. I jumped up with a stamp, spraying a lot of water, as well as upsetting the soap and shampoo rack above my head. "Where am I? Who are you? What's going on?!" I shouted. The fox sort of receded into the corner, obviously scared. I calmed down and sat back into the water. "I'm sorry…" I said softly with a tear in my eye. "It's okay, you must have been through a lot. I'll make you some soup, and you can stay here. Oh, and your clothes and gloves are being washed right now, and your bag and tiger are in my guest bedroom. You can use that to sleep tonight." "Oh, you shouldn't –" I started, but I sort of fainted, slipping back down into the water with my face going under. "Urk, (retch) I (choke) hate water!" (snrrrkk) I spluttered, with a snoot full of water. I remembered the time I almost drowned when I was one as I snorted and was sick in the tub. "Sorry, I'll get that for you," I assured the fox, between gags. "Hey, it's fine, no worries. I'm Tails, by the way," he said, smiling. "I could've guessed," I joked. "So what's your name?" he asked. "Vy - err - Usagi," I said, shaking my head and swearing silently. Tails placed his gloved hand on my shoulder. "What's your real name? Tell me, don't worry. My real name is Miles, but everyone calls me Tails. Miles Prower," he said. I sighed. "My real name is Vyvyan, and I don't have a last name. You're the first person I've ever told." "Oh... I'm sorry, but you're an orphan?" he asked. "Yes, my dad died eight years ago. My mum died in childbirth. I'm a mutt, too – part cat and part rabbit." He stared at me. "Where are your cat parts?" I opened my mouth really wide, revealing my 'fangs' as Ace called them. (The dentists always had a field day with my mouth – big rabbit teeth in the front and cat teeth in the back.) "Ah, and the not liking water, too?" he asked. "Err, I guess. I hadn't thought of that." I laughed.

Part 5 – Brethren

Tails left after that, and I reluctantly bathed (after I cleaned up my pile of sick, of course). I cleaned up the tub (you wouldn't believe how much I shed my fur in water), threw on a robe and sat down to the steaming bowl of soup. "G'head and dig in. I'll be in after I'm done cleaning," called Tails from the other room. I just sat there, not feeling hungry. He came in with bits of dirt in his fur and sat next to me. "I've been thinking... Y'know how you said you didn't have a last name?" My ears perked up (the right one rather painfully) at this. "…Yeah?" I was curious as to what he'd say next. "Well, you can feel free to use my name as yours, at least temporarily. I have a friend who's a judge, and I think he'll let you be a brother to me, or caretaker or whatever." At this, I nearly fainted. I barely knew this kitsune, and he was being nicer to me than anyone in my life, other than my dad. "Seriously?! Wow, I can't believe it! Thank you so much, I've got to repay you somehow, and don't talk me out of it!" Tails sweatdropped at my reaction, and I calmed down a bit. "You're welcome, and think nothing of it. Mi casa es su casa." he replied with a grin. "Huhh…? I don't speak Spanglish, or whatever that was…" I said with a small laugh. "My house is your home, Mr. Prower." he responded calmly. I felt so warm at that sentence, I just hugged him. (Must've had an arm spasm.) "Thank you…brother," I said softly. (And I was right to keep the games - he had a PS2 when I showed up there. =3)

This is supposed to take place a couple years ago, so the next part will be current times.