Chapter 2
A Match Made In Hell
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"He's gonna WHAT?!" Screamed the rabbit, slapping her paws down on the chiefs desk while Mac cackled mischieviously. Chief Alonso Bogo clasped his hooves together, his throaty baritone filling the room "we can't hold him here, not as long as he's cooperating with us. Yet we can't just throw him into the street either, witness protection is tricky business. He'll be staying with you Hopps." His expression hardened, "Period." Judy opened her mouth to protest, but decided against it, falling back in her chair. Bogo smirked, "however, I give you permission to shoot him if he gives you too much trouble." Mac gulped, his cocky demeanor fading quickly.
The drive to Judy's apartment was not an enjoyable one, neither party saying a word for awhile. Finally Judy spoke up, "let's get this straight. You get on my nerves, you get shot. You touch me, you get shot. You mess with any of my stuff-"
"Lemme guess, I get shot?"
She smiled sweetly at him, "fast learner, too bad you couldn't learn how to run away." Mac gritted his teeth. Judy continued, "we aren't gonna pretend we like each other, I haven't killed you yet because my job is to not." Mac scoffed, "whatever smalls."
They arrived at her building, as they entered, Mac looked around, "where we hea-!" He turned to see Judy, waving as the elevator door closed. He growled, "damn rabbit."
He chatted up the receptionist, his gruff yet charismatic demeanor warranting him some info. He stepped up to the door he'd been told was Judy Hopps residence, opening the door without knocking. Inside was Judy's new apartment, a small upgrade from her old one. This one having a small living space, couch, table and whatnot. Kitchen and bathroom on the right, and straight ahead were hallways that led to two bedrooms. On the left was a balcony and in front of him stood Hopps, in her underwear, with some rather long, powerful legs. "OHMYGOD DON'T YOU KNOCK?!" She screamed, trying to cover herself.
"Nice legs cottontail."
"GET OUT!!!"
She shrieked at him, slamming the door. He smirked to himself, remembering her curvy form. He shrugged "helluva body for a rabbit."
The door opened again, Judy sporting some pajama pants and undershirt, "if you ever do that again…" she whispered, her tone deadly. He smirked, "you'll shoot me? C'mon with this face?" He gestured to himself and shoved past her, stepping into the apartment. "Nice place." He called to her while she stood at the door, seething. He pulled off his jacket and t-shirt, revealing his form to Judy. She blushed, but her anger kept it hidden, aside from his cut chest and strong arms. He fell back onto her couch, using his jacket and shirt as a pillow, "you could use some more light in here…" he said softly, closing his eyes. She gritted her teeth and stepped into the bathroom, getting out her toothbrush. Mac popped an eye open and stood, a mischievious grin appearing on his muzzle. He strode into the bathroom and grabbed a towel from the wall, throwing open the shower curtain. Judy raised her eyebrows, "What do yo fink yo doin?" She mumbled, her mouth full of toothpaste. He winked, "taking a shower, wanna join me?"
Judy's eyes filled with rage and she stomped her paw, turning on her heel and storming out of the bathroom. And Mac, plan complete, watched her tight rump bounce as she walked away. He shrugged to himself, shedding his remaining clothes and stepping into the shower, "suit yourself." Judy burned with anger and embarrassment in the living room, pacing angrily. God he's so infuriating! She thought to herself, considering all he'd done so far was make crude jokes and sexual advances on her, he wasn't turning out to be the best forced roommate. Her mind filled with evil thoughts, and the most relevant one reached her first. She opened the bathroom door, Mac showering behind the curtain. "Hey there cottontail." He called, his vision blocked, "you change your mind?" She clenched her teeth, "something like that." She replied whilst flushing the toilet.
"AAAAGGGGHHH!!!"
Macs yell of pain erupted from the shower as Judy dashed into the living room, cackling. He emerged from the bathroom, towel around his waist, steaming(literally), and his eyes darting around the room. "You little shit!" He screamed at nothing, she'd disappeared into her apartment. He grumbled angrily, changing back into his clothes and storming down the hallway, her scent was still fresh this way. Then again, the whole apartment smelled like her.
He sniffed around for a moment and froze, motionless. With blinding speed he whirled around and threw open a closet to his left, revealing Judy hiding behind some clothes. She squeaked, rather fearfully and tried to dash away as Mac's paw caught her arm with an iron grip. Instinctively, she leapt towards him, planting a paw across his cheek. The sound echoed through the hallway, and Judy froze. She watched as the small amount of playfulness faded from Macs eyes and was replaced with anger, his eyes boring into her. He made a low growl as she cowered, her only thought was to wait for the blow to come. He snarled and reared back as Judy cringed, pinching her eyes shut…
CRUNCH*
The sound of drywall shattering pierced Judy's ears, and she shakily opened her eyes, spying Macs fist embedded in the wall. When he spoke his voice was deep and low, "don't ever do that again bunny…" he said through his teeth, his voice dripping with anger. He turned away and strode down the hallway, muttering to himself and crashing onto the couch.
Judy sat for a moment, shaking and trying to get her heart rate back to normal. What had gone wrong? She was trained to deal with stronger more aggressive mammals, but she'd frozen. Something about him was almost… commanding. His anger was deeper rooted, almost more intelligent than blind rage. She stood and listened to his soft snoring and backed into her room, locking the door and retrieving her gun from under the nightstand. She slid into bed and sat for a moment, watching the door, the lingering sense of flight still bouncing around her mind. She finally calmed down and fell asleep as her exhaustion got the better of her, and the last thought she had was, "God I hate him…"