A/N: I seriously have to apologize for my last story. Because that was the first time I have actually cancelled one of my works and to be honest, it felt really good. Not in a bad way but in a more relief kind of way. I'm sure a lot of you have already unfollowed me because of that and it doesn't matter to me. As I've said before. I prefer to have fun when writing and not being known to others rather than being appreciated by my unoriginality. I also apologize for those of you who stayed with me even though I have failed you in the last story. But in all seriousness, I think I would be even sadder if I were to continue The Agent because I was seriously not enjoying every moment of it at all.

Don't get me wrong, but I'm on board the WildeHopps ship. It's just that, there are seriously way too many fanfics that has already beaten me to it and that's why I felt lazy about writing The Agent. I'm sure you all noticed the spelling and grammar errors even because I purposely did not check and was too lazy to pay attention.

Anyway, enough of that. I hope this story will make up for it. This will either be a 2 or 3 chapter story. It is the story of Max during his days in Japan. Enjoy.

Summary: While Max was at work, Sophie was just cleaning up her new home for him. And while doing so, she found a book. A very interesting one too.

Disclaimer: Zootopia definitely does NOT belong to me. Only the characters in this fanfiction belong to me.

It was just another regular day in Zootopia. The sun was shining above the rooves of the buildings all around Downtown as it slowly ventures its way to the west, leading the dark sky behind on its trail.

A jill was dusting the shelves, while wearing an pink apron. She placed her paws on her hips and sighed. "Max…" she said. "You really need to keep your house clean." She looked at a photo of him and her at the amusement park when she first visited him. She was smiling widely while he just gave a very expressionless look on his side. She smiled and giggled. "Can't actually ask you to fully change, huh…?"

It was Saturday and Sophie was off today from teaching at school. But Max never had any day-offs because YakDonald was a 24-hour business after all. His shifts are usually random and he was on the afternoon shift meaning that he won't be back till night.

While waiting for him, Sophie decided to clean up his house. This was so unlike her because she was never the kind of hare to keep her place tidy. Her home back at Tundratown was even messier than his. But because this was his house, she wanted to keep it clean. Even though he has said several times already that the place was also hers. She just can't agree to it since it was it belonged to him to begin with.

Sophie was getting books out of the shelves and dusted the insides of them. She even dusted the covers on the books. Since she had nothing to do, she wanted to try to keep the place spotless. Try, mind you.

And as she was putting the books back, she saw one that actually brought her attention. She stared at it curiously. It was a black book with a hard cover and on it, was the title of the book. "Nobody's Perfect…?" she read aloud. She looked at every corner and angle of it, and realized that the title wasn't even on the side of the book. Which was weird because every book that Max had always has titles on the front and on the side.

She opened it and read what was written in the book. She was surprised to see that this book was written by Max himself. And it was handwritten as well.

(So at this point on, I will be reading Max's point of view.)

My name is Max Zero. I was… A very rebellious tod. From when I was younger, to the day I turned into an adult. I haven't change much I think. I'm writing this so I can try to make this story of mine last for… I don't know how long. But hopefully long enough.

I was… A thief. My crew and I were known as the Robin Hood. Our motto was, we are one. That's why the name itself wasn't plural. We were all predators and have never seen each other's faces. Because we live so far away, Frankie, our contact, would usually call us about a job from a contractor. And we would usually meet each other with masks. We have been doing it for past 5 years now and we still had no idea how our faces look like.

But anyway, in one of my job, it actually gave me a reason why I'm writing this. It was… Very emotional. Very dramatic. And it was something I can never forget. I will try to remember every detail of that day as I can. I have no guarantees.

It was late at night. Frankie had sent us to Japan for a job. We all had our respective safehouses just in case we don't meet. He had already prepared everything for each of us. A place with bed and a high-end one too.

However, high-end places were not my style. As much as I like the thought of living luxuriously, I did not want that. I even asked him if there was a low-end one where I can be a little more comfy with. I have been sleeping on couches lately, and I'm really starting to get use to the feeling. Frankie had his doubts about that idea at first but he did it anyway.

So I think out of all of us, I'm the only one living like a regular mammal.

Where I stayed for the moment in Tokyo was an almost run down flat. The neighbors were noisy and the landlord was even rude. However, it's just the way I like it though. Because I was a foreigner, they wouldn't interact with me anyway. And because of that, I'm really comfortable with that. I don't care how noisy or quiet the place is. As long as no mammal disturbs me, it won't bother me.

And at the time, there was a news all around Japan. News about children gone missing. The reason for this was not explained. It had nothing to do with why I was in Japan so I did not put any thought to it.

While I was comfortably taking a nap in my futon, a knock on my door was heard. It was really loud and behind it was a female voice in Japanese.

I opened the door to find a white vixen with red markings on her face undr her eyes. She was speaking in Japanese with a picture of a little female kit in her paws.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I don't understand. Do you speak English?"

She stared at me for a while and nodded. "Yes," she said in a very thick Japanese accent. "Please help me. My sister, is missing."

I looked at the photo of the kit again and sighed. "I'm sorry," I said. "But I'm not a resident here. Just a visitor. I can't help you."

"Please," she begged, taking a step forward. "She's the only family I have left."

I looked at her. Her bright yellow eyes were telling me she was serious with the tears coming up as well.

I sighed and grabbed my grey sweater and gloves. "Alright, alright," I said. "When and where was the last time you saw her?"

She led me really far away into the streets, through many alleys till we reached a dead end. Evening was also coming in and I was getting a little frustrated with the whole goose chase.

"Hey," I called after she stopped on her track. "Mind telling me where we are?"

"I… I'm sorry…" she said, placing her paw on her forehead. "I'm… Trying really hard to remember but…" She slowly tipped over and I quickly grabbed her.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Y-yes…" She grabbed onto my sleeves trying to pull herself back up. "Thank you…"

"Not a problem…"

She then slowly reached into my pocket for my wallet. However, because I was a thief myself, I already knew that trick.

I grabbed her wrist, making her drop my wallet to the ground. "What are you trying to do?" I said, with an agitated look.

She stared at me and pushed me away. "Ima da! (Now!)" she shouted.

And suddenly, white foxes popped out of nowhere, surrounding me. There were 5 of them including the vixen I tried to help earlier.

One leapt over the fence and plunge his way towards me. I grabbed ahold of his paws quickly and rolled backwards, pushing him to the other side. And as I got back to my feet, two grabbed me on either side of my arm and pulled them the opposite direction, trying to restrain me. The next fox prepared his fist, ready to lay a punch on me, but I kicked his knee as swiftly as I can and tried my best to tug the other two that were trying to hold me away.

But they purposely let me tug them because by then, they had me sandwiched after being pressed in between their bodies really hard. They eventually let go though and I tried shaking my head to get it straight again.

"I really don't have time for this…" I said, feeling annoyed.

"Ike! (Go!)" said a male fox, pointed directly at me.

Three of them got on all four and sprinted forward with aggressive looks on their faces. However, those faces don't scare me. I've seen worse. I jumped and front flipped over one, and grabbed him by the hoodie, pulling him forcefully as I could, flipping him backwards and eventually landed on the back of his head.

He groaned in pain as the other two gripped my ankles without warning. The one that commanded them just now readied his claws, running towards me and prepares to attack.

I jumped, straightening my feet and managed to slipped through their grip and kicked the leader on the chest. He coughed in pain and I punched him in the nose, almost bending his snout. He held on to it with his legs shaking and kicking on the ground in pain.

One of the two from earlier hugged me from behind, putting me in a full nelson and the other jumped over us and landed in front of me. He laid a few punches on my body and it really felt painful. I frowned in pain and kicked him away. I straightened up my arms in the air and slipped through downwards, sweeping the one holding on to me earlier.

I turned my focus back on to the other and sprinted towards him, placing a jumping kick as hard as I can on his chest to make it equal. And finally, the last one that grabbed me from behind, I gave him one kick to the face, not too hard nor soft.

I breathed heavily and looked at the vixen from earlier. She was hiding behind a lamp post. I felt anger inside me. Betrayed. I walked towards her. She just stared at me in fear.

But looks can be deceiving. She suddenly brought out a pair of chopsticks and tried to impale them in between my eyes. But I was quick to notice this and grabbed her by the wrist again. I squeezed it tighter until she decided to let go of her weapons.

And as she did, my grip loosened. "Never try to pull a stunt like that…" I said.

She looked at me. Her eyes looked so surprise. Almost as if she was expecting me to do something else.

I let her go and grabbed my wallet, leaving all the hurt foxes behind me. I understood what those foxes were trying to do. At least, I thought I did. Just like me, they had to do what they had to do. Steal.

But, it all depends on luck and strategy. And apparently, they weren't lucky at all. And even if they did get my money, they would only find all coins anyway. So, it's even worse than bad luck. I only brought enough to stay for a few days after all.

And as I returned home, I let out a tiring sigh. I took off my hoodie and tossed it next to my futon along with my gloves. What a day that was. Yet, I felt kind of bad for those foxes. They probably think a foreigner would be an easy target. But they obviously have never learnt that they shouldn't have judged a book by its cover.

That vixen earlier… Her eyes looked like she was telling the truth too… Like she really was saying that her sister was missing.

I took out a photo of when I was kit. And in the photo was another mammal beside me. A beautiful young hare, named Sophie. I always wondered what she would look like now. I bet she is even more beautiful now.

(Sophie covered her mouth, trying to resist from blushing.)

I kept the photo back into my pants pocket and closed my eyes. "Goodnight, Sophie…" I said to myself. I always wanted to meet her again. She was the only prey that accepted me as myself. She was never the kind to judge one because of their species. And… I really appreciate her for being there for me. But… I try not to go back to Zootopia to meet her. Because I was afraid she might still fear me because of what happened 7 years ago when I was 10. Has it really been that long already?

That was the question that always puts me to sleep. I… Actually have regrets back then. But as I grew up, I certainly learnt how to live with it. Regret is only an obstacle to stop you from living. And the only thing that could keep me going was her.

I remembered back when mom tried to hook me up with other girls. Mom always did want the best for me. However, none of them were my type. As I grew up more and more, girls would call me something like… Handsome or charming and all those stuff. Which is the one thing that I hate so much. Looks… Sometimes I really do wish that I could go back to Zootopia. But it wasn't the time to think about that. I had a job now. And I have to do it before the time limit.

Day 2 in Japan. After what happened last night, I immediately forgotten all about it. I didn't bother much about the past. Because I don't think there has been anything more devastated than what happened 7 years ago. It was the only memory I can always hold on to remind me of what I shouldn't be doing back now.

I was just watching the television that was provided with the room that I rented. I was watching the news but it was in Japanese so I didn't understand it at all. To think by now, I should have learnt a little bit of Japanese when watching anime with subtitles but apparently, that wasn't the case.

All I know was that children has been missing for the past 2 months in Japan and police were having no leads on the case whatsoever. Pity. I think I would have gotten myself involve to help a little bit. But as I've said. I was only going to be in Japan for a few days for work.

Apparently what Frankie told us about the job involved an ancient kabuki mask, said to hold the spirit of an ancient being known as kyuubi. Funny thing about it, I don't think any of the guys knew what it actually meant. It means 'nine-tails' and it was the name of a mythical kitsune back in ancient Japan folklore tales. But those were all legends and myths. The story probably died off by now but I always have been interested in stuff like that.

Anyway, I'm getting off track here.

I was just watching the news while having some half-boiled eggs for breakfast when suddenly, a knock on the door came out.

I turned to the door and put my bowl down, standing up and walking to open it for whoever it was behind the door.

"Yes?" I greeted.

It was the white vixen from before.

"What do you want?"

She quickly let herself in and softly and gently closed the door, locking it in the process. "Please…" she begged. "Let me stay here for a while."

That look in her eyes. It was the same kind when I first saw her. She and her pack may have ambushed me last night, but I can tell that those eyes were not lying. Especially when she asked me to help find her sister.

I sighed and sat on the floor, continuing to eat my breakfast. "Make yourself at home," I said. I then offered her an egg. "Hard-boiled egg?"

She quickly grabbed it from my paw and peeled off the shell in a hurry, consuming the egg hungrily. It looked as if she hasn't eaten in days but she looked so fine.

I frowned in curiousity. "Name's Max," I said.

She looked up at me as I continued watching the news. "Kitsuna…" she responed which later made me turn to her. "That's my name…"

I smiled. "It's a lovely name." I grabbed my bottle of water that I brought along in my trip and drank a little of it, trying to properly swallow the eggs. I even offered her a drink. "Want some?"

She looked at the bottle and then to me, taking the bottle hesitantly before chugging the whole thing down.

I was surprised but my face wasn't showing that reaction. She drank the whole thing almost as if she hasn't drink for days. "Are you okay?" I asked. "You look desperate."

She just shook her head. "I… Was just looking for a place to stay for the time being…" she said. She then bowed to me, her head staring at the ground. "I'm sorry for what happened last night. And I also must thank you for your offer."

I raised her head up by the chin. "There's no need to bow," I said. "I'm sure you needed it after all."

That look in her eyes, they were turning from desperation to hope. I could even see a faint blush on her cheeks before she looked away. "Thank you…" she repeated.

A loud knock on the door suddenly was heard. This time, it was a male, in Japanese.

I stood up about to answer it only to be pulled back from the wrist by the vixen named Kitsuna.

"Please don't tell anyone I'm here…" she begged in a whisper. "Anyone at all…"

I looked back at the door and then to her. "Hide then," I said softly as I can so that whoever it was on the other side could not hear.

She then opened the sliding door to the closet and hid there for the moment.

I opened the door slightly and found a couple of police wolves. One was talking in Japanese and the other showed me a poster of a group of white foxes with different pattern of red markings on their faces. The same kind as Kitsuna. And that's when I spotted a picture of her in the poster.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm foreign. Do you speak English?"

"Excuse me," said the one that was talking earlier, bowing to me. "We just asked if you have seen this group of kitsunes around?"

"No," I said shaking my head. "I've just arrived yesterday. I'll only be here for a few days."

"May I see your passport, sir?" he asked.

I reached for my wallet and showed it to him. He checked it thoroughly and saluted. "Please excuse us, Zero-san," he said.

I nodded and closed the door after they walked away. I walked back to the closet and knocked on the door. "They're gone now," I said. "You can come out."

The door slid open slowly and she crawled out of it. "Who were they?" she asked, tidying herself up.

"Cops."

She sat back down on the ground and sighed in relief.

I crossed my arms and leaned on the wall. "Who are you, by the way?" I asked.

"I already told you."

"That's not what I mean. I mean, the group you're in. The cop from earlier showed a poster of you and a group of other… Kitsunes."

She looked away for a moment and thought as she stared at the table blankly.

This was leading me to nowhere. She probably had a hard time before she came to my place to crash. I took my grey hoodie and wore my gloves. "I'm going out to buy some food," I said. "Want something?"

No answer. She just clenched her fists and closed her eyes.

"I'll… Get you something then…" I said, leaving the room. I closed the door gently and sighed. "If only I knew what to get though…"

And as I began to distant myself from the room, the door swung opened quickly.

My head swifted around to find Kitsuna coming out.

"You're going to get lost," she said with arms crossed. "Let me show you around."

I raised an eyebrow. "This isn't a trick again, is it?" I asked, making sure.

She walked pass me and turn her head to the right but her eyes to me. "It's up to you to believe," she said.

It took a while for me to actually be convinced but only for a few seconds before I followed her.

She brought me to the night market in town. There were smokes coming out from every vent from different buildings. However, they all had delicious smell trailing with them. I wasn't too engaged with them though but I admit I was almost curious at what they were cooking.

"Do you like ramen?" she asked, turning to me.

I shrugged. "I know what that is," I said. "But I don't know how it taste like."

She smiled and walked away.

I didn't know what to do honestly. So I just followed her. And I'm glad too. Because apparently she was leading me to a ramen stall. But there was no smoke or steam coming out of it.

"Yo, ojiisan, (Yo, uncle,)" she said to a black bear that was reading the papers, raising her paw up after sitting down.

"Ohh, Kitsuna-chan," he replied after turning to her with a smile. "Itsumo? (Usual?)"

"Hai, (Yes,)" she said with a nod.

He then turned to me. "Omae wa? (And you?)" he said, pointing to me with a smile.

She chuckled and answered for me, "Onaji desu. (Same please.)"

"Hai, wakarimashita, (Alright, I got it,)" replied the bear in a friendly and playful tone.

I turned to her. "What did you guys say?" I asked.

"He was just taking our orders." She pat the chair next to her. "Sit down and enjoy."

I did as she suggested. I leaned forward a little with my arms on the counter, watching the cook boiling the noodles and the other ingredients into the boiling water. A delightful aroma was then formed from it and I breathed it in. Delicious…

"I know I've said this too many times already," Kitsuna suddenly said. "But thanks again."

I didn't turn to her. "Well, now I have to thank you for showing me this place," I said. "Everyone seems happy here."

"Not everyone though…"

This time, I turned to her. "Back then…" I started. "When you asked me to help find your sister, it looked like you mean it."

She tapped her fingers on the counter slowly. "Did you think I mean it?" she asked, looking directly in front of her.

"Of course. I know what a lie sounds like. And… I'm okay with helping you. Just tell me everything in details."

Her fingers stopped. Her head lowered more and more to her paws. "It's true…" she admitted. "But… She's not really missing… I know where she is… I just… Can't do anything about it…"

I just looked at her and sighed. "Go on and tell me." I turned my head in the cook's direction and my ears were all opened for her story.

"I come from the Kyuubi family… A… Yakuza."

"Figures. Continue."

"Well… I'm the daughter of the head yakuza," she continued on. "And… My father really expected highly of me and my brother, Shibuya. I… Never wanted any of this. Because, our family has been fighting against our rival for generations to generations."

"Wait…" I turned to her. "I thought you said your sister was the only family you had."

She nodded. "It's true. Because she's the only one that can understand me. Meanwhile… Shibuya and father has been more focus on our… 'Tradition' rather than our family."

"And… What about the family rival? Another yakuza?"

She nodded. "The Kuzuha family… They… Have my little sister. I'm sure they do."

"Wait… So you're not entirely sure they have your sister?"

"They must have!" she said slamming her fist, turning to me in anger. "How else would my sister be missing?"

I just stared at her and then back to the cook who was almost done with our food. "Okay then," I said. "We'll pay them a visit after the meal."

Her frown disappeared into a surprise look. "Huh?" was all she responded.

"You heard me. After we're done, we're going to go see them."

"Hai, arimasu (Alright, here you go)," said the bear serving our meals. "Douzo. (Enjoy.)"

Kitsuna then grabbed a pair of chopsticks and clapped her paws together. "Itadakimasu," she said softly and quickly with a bow before digging in.

I looked left and right. "You don't have a fork?" I asked.

The bear smiled and nodded. "Hello," he said. "How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks."

I don't think he understood what I said though. Because after that, he nudged Kitsuna and whispered something to her. I didn't hear anything though. But I think he was actually asking her about me. She was even blushing during the conversation and was whispering something angrily even. I was becoming even more confuse about it.

While I was looking for the fork, she handed me a pair of chopsticks. "Here," she said, looking away from me. "Not many of us use forks like you do in Zootopia."

I took it from her. "Thanks," I said. I watched her used her chopsticks, trying to mimic her movements. It took a few attempts but in the end, I actually got it. Barely. Sometimes the noodles would just slid off from my chopsticks every time I was about to grab a bite out of it.

I didn't know how long it actually took me to finish the meal but all I know was that it was getting late. Like, so late that every store is going to be closed up. Eventually, I got it done after chugging down the soup. The cook looked really bored. I bet he was waiting for me to finish too.

I've really been so focus on how to eat with the chopsticks, I didn't even realize that the sky got way darker than I thought.

I apologized for finishing late and paid for the food. Yes… Including Kitsuna's. Because she was already asleep by the time I finished my dinner. Or was it supper since it was already late?

Anyway, I even had to carry her back home. Too bad I couldn't visit the Kuzuhas. I was really looking forward on doing that too. But then again…

(Back to reality)

While Sophie kept reading, her phone suddenly rang and she jumped. She quickly picked it up and answered it. "H-hello?" she answered, without checking the caller ID. But, it wasn't a surprise since Max was on the other end.

"Hey, Soph," he said. "I'm gonna be home a little late. You'll have to make dinner for yourself then. Don't worry about me though."

"Oh, it's okay…" she said with an awkward laugh. "I can handle it."

There was silence on Max's side for a while. "You okay? You sound a little funny. Want me to bring you something back for supper?"

"Um…" Sophie looked at the time only to find it was almost 7 at night which surprised her that even her ears dropped down. She scratched the back of her head and chuckled. "Yea…" she said, shyly. "I don't think I can cook for myself."

"It's okay. Just hold out till 11. That cool?"

Sophie looked back at the book to check how many pages there were. There were a lot more which is perfect to keep herself busy by the time Max comes home. She nodded. "Yea, I can," she said. "I can eat some of your Catbury if my stomach ever gets desperate."

"Not the hazelnut ones, okay? Those are my favorite."

She giggled. "Okay, okay. I got it."

"Good. Love you."

"Love you too." Max hung up and Sophie placed the phone down, sighing in relief as she lay back on the couch. "Time to get back to reading." She picked up the book and continued where she left off.

A/N: End of chapter 1. That was very satisfying… For me that is. I'm not sure if it entertained you all. But it certainly did for me. Thank you so much for sticking around after The Agent. I really appreciate it. I can guarantee that Nobody's Perfect will be updated as soon as I get it done. See you all soon. :)

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