Hello everyone! This is my first ever fanfiction on the new craze sweeping the shitty nation! Beastars ビースターズ! I have been working on this idea for a little while, so I just wanted to get it out there while the fandom is still growing.

As I put in the opening of this story, this is somewhat SI. Some of the character's situations are things that i have lived through, and the appearance of the character is also based off of myself. The behaviors of the character and their interests are also based off of what I happen to do, it's just a little more exaggerated, which is obviously going to happen in a show about animal people.

Anyhow, the SI is not the main focus of the story. Oh no! The SI OC is simply there to unravel some of the plot points, create new situations for the same characters, and drive a divergent plot forward for all of the animals we know and love.

Anyhow! As explained in the introduction: This will most likely be eventual Louis X Legosi. Don't like, don't read, I am the writer, my time goes into writing this, I will write what I desire.

Enough blabbering on, time to get on with the story!

*I do not own Beastars ビースターズ. All OC's are of my own invention, but I can't afford to buy even a finger off one of these characters*

Chapter 1: A Beginning

Cherryton Academy: A place for animals to coexist, to become educated for the future lives that await them in the real world. Despite the separations; the discrimination that was held in the society between Carnivores and Herbivores, this school along with several others was in place to help foster new ideas of cohabitation.

Classes were held with students of every variety. Rodents, ursine, bovine, avian, reptiles, felines, canines, and everything in between all attended classes together, despite discomfort or ideas of inferiority/superiority. It was a school of equal opportunity, no matter the size of the creature or the eating behaviors.

Students, all of which wearing the same customary uniforms, filed into their classes at the sound of the bells, moving to align themselves for the next class. However, the day was different, and attitudes had grown cold. Eyes fluttered to one another, and suspicion and distrust seemed to be in the air on such a day.

A large carnivorous creature trekked the halls, his slow steps moving as though he was on a stalking hunt. Smaller Herbivores moved out of his way as he walked by, fear clutching at their hearts due to his intimidating size. With a clawed hand, he gripped the door to the room, taking a step back and moving away from the entrance.

There seemed to be a standoff of sorts, as a pair of goats, one female and one male stared up at his form fora tense minute before dashing into the room, not saying a word to him as they avoided eye contact with the much larger student. Said carnivore sighed, slumping forward in his usual manner as he released the door, walking to the classroom before the second bell rang for tardiness.

He made his way to his seat, finding a spot open for him next to a yellow haired lab, who gave him a fanged smile as he slouched into his desk with a small huff. "Legosi, you doing okay?" The lab asked the large grey wolf, who continued to stare at the front of the classroom as the teacher organized herself.

"Hey, I know that you were close to him." The dog said with a hint of sadness in his voice. "After all, you were both in the drama club together." Legosi found the small etching that marred his desk interesting, trying not to think about anything other than the slight scuffs on the surface and the poorly drawn on faces.

Tem. He couldn't believe that he was killed yesterday. They might not have been the closest of the friends, but the alpaca was always very cheerful and kind, if a bit jumbled. The fact that he didn't mind being friends with a big wolf like himself said something to the other boy's character.

"It's okay, Jack. I promise, I'll be okay." Jack gave his friends a small smile, tugging his uniform's sleeve to get his attention. Legosi's eyes drifted up to the front of the classroom, where the oxen teacher now had everything in place, including their next topic for discussion. He stuck his hand down, reaching into his bag and retrieving a simple notebook which stated on the green cover in scuffed characters "Biology". He flipped to a blank page just as she began.

Today was going to be a long day.

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Five Hours Earlier Somewhere Else...

"Today was a long day." He muttered to himself as he sighed outwardly, stretching his arms over his head as he untied his work apron from around his waist. His uniform was a mess, covered in the explosion that was dried ice cream and fryer grease. Neither of which happened at the same time, but it had to be his luck that both happened on the same day on on him.

"I told her I'm not a cook. 'Just put the mozzarella in the second vat and let them fry for five minutes.'" He mimicked a gravely female voice. "Yeah, you didn't tell me to put a second rack on top of them while they cooked so if they had air trapped in them, they didn't pop and spray hot oil everywhere." He grit out as he dragged himself to his vehicle.

Classes ended at 2:30, then he had practice until 7:00, got home...well, got to his place of residence and finished his homework so he could just focus on the weekend of hell, which was already starting off with a great note.

With a huff and a click of a door, he leaned back with a flop onto his driver's side seat, wanting nothing more than to sleep. Such a courtesy was not allowed to him at the moment. He still had to go to his second job for the next five hours, then he could sleep.

'Just to restart it again for tomorrow. I hate having two weekend jobs.' He sighed outwardly, thinking about his current situation. He still needed money to repair his car, which was only running at the moment because his buddy fixed it up and said he could pay him back later. He was thankful, otherwise he wouldn't be able to pay his bills.

'Guess that's what I get for moving out of BOTH of their houses.' He smiled at himself, thinking about his misfortunes. He shook his head, looking into his apron to see his tips for the night. After a quick count, he found that he had only made 52 dollars. His smile quickly turned to a frown. 'Oh yeah, that party of 17 left me 3-1/2 bucks on their $200+ ticket (1).' Graveyard shifts weren't the busiest shift, but there were times where he could make a few extra dollars by joking with the costumers that did come in at 2:00 am.

But then there were drunken parties that came in droves, and paid the bare minimum only to go gambling for hundreds of dollars again. Yeah.

With a hum of his car, the gritting of equipment and the jostling of machinery not sounding very good, it started with a heavy squeal. Pulling out of the diner's parking lot, he made his way to the next task. Flicking on his radio, he smiled at the happy go lucky songs that came on before turning it to a more melodic channel.

"But the Fool on the Hill, sees the sun going down. And the eyes in his head...sees the world, spinning 'round..." He drove off to his next destination, trying to keep spirits high. After all, he couldn't give up so quickly on himself, otherwise he was be as good as dead.

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"Good Morning Class!" The teacher began, looking across at her students with a level of professionalism. I know some of you may have already heard from the announcements, but last night, we lost a student to an incident of predation." The whispers started to grow in the classroom, but the teacher raised her hoof. "None of that now. I will not have you all going off and blaming other students for what happened. An investigation is being done, but until we know what occurred I do not want your turning on each other. Be safe, be cautious, but do not go picking fights." The muttering slowly died down, and a few looks made those who thought about standing up stay in their seats.

"Now, let us get on with today's lecture." She gestured to the projected screen, where primates and images of simian variants were all depicted. "For the past week, we have been covering the advancements and evolution of different simian species, as well as the connections and misconceptions regarding primates amongst other things." The board changed, showing a list of different primates as well as their backgrounds.

"The Lemur family, which is comprised of many species, is categorized as the Lemuriformes Family, which included two super families of the Lemuroidea, and the Lorisoidea. I would love to have the time to cover each of the species, as well as the genus and family branches. However, because we do not have such a luxury, we will only cover Infraorders and the Superfamilies." A sigh seemed to spread through the class. The teacher smirked.

"But that does not mean you are off the hook, I still want a list of the Subfamilies and the Genus, as well a a sentence of explanation for each one we cover today." Cue the groans and moans of pain that echoed through the class, but the oxen continued with her lecture, explaining all of the Lemur traits and how they derive in regards to culture and lifestyle.

Legosi was taking care to write down what he could, but with her speed, he was not able to keep up. He cast a glance to his friend, who seemed to be moving at a much brisker pace than himself. He made a noise in his throat before continuing with his work, wishing that he had the level of write speed that Jack did.

The teacher moved to Tarsiers, which was referred to as the Tarsiiformes Family, with only one main Superfamily, the Tarsiidae. It did have several smaller genus groups and families, but not to the level of the Lemurs. At least that was a relief. Legosi's mind was still stuck on previous events, so it was difficult to keep up with the current lecture.

Legosi looked to near front of class, a vacant seat near the front. He put his pencil down, not feeling the mood to be able to continue with his current set of notes. Jack was still writing at a furious pace, so maybe he could just ask the Labrador for his notes so he could copy them down in their room. He just couldn't think of anything right now, other than the dead student. He could never look at an empty seat the same again.

That, and the letter that was weighing down heavily in the inside pocket of his uniform jacket.

Only 210 dollars, huh? Well, it wasn't much, but at least he could afford gas money and groceries, as well as pay off his insurance payments on his vehicle. He would just have to buy bulk on ramen, easy meals, and get creative with eggs. Luckily he managed to snatch a pan from his dad's house when he packed his stuff on his last day there.

He could make omelettes, egg sandwiches, scrambled or over easy, boiled for work, and maybe he could splurge a bit and get some other things to make himself some snacks for school. He would need to buy more candy to sell at school during lunch. Doing so could get him another 10 dollars a day, which was three meals(2)!

He loaded the last of the signs into his car, the heavy objects making the back of his vehicle lean back. He snarled angrily as he tore several from the trunk, moving them to the passengers seat to balance out the weight. Looking down at his phone, he huffed. He still needed to wash his clothes, make himself something to eat, and get some rest. His shift began in nine hours. He could probably get six hours in before he needed to be there, but he would need to stop by the laundromat on the way home today.

Throwing himself into his front seat, he felt weight try to drag his eyelids down, but he shook them of exhaustion. No, not yet, stupid eyes. Just another hour or so, then he could sleep. His body didn't seem to listen to his request, but he pulled from park into drive and continued home nonetheless.

The oxen looked up at the clock. She may have gone a little faster than she herself expected. Weighing the option, she decided she could squeeze in part of tomorrow's lecture today and give her students more time to prepare for their individual assignments that she would tell them about the following day. With a click, she went to the next set of slides, revealing images of several hairy creatures, their bodies all covered in a plethora of hair except for their maws, hands, and feet, some of them their chests.

"To end off with the last of the Primate Species, we have the Simian and Gorilla Families, otherwise known as Simiiformes." She began to explain their characteristics, mannerisms, and what made their species different from the other classifications she had already explained. She could see some of her students nodding off, others not paying attention. She frowned, but continued her explanations. If they didn't pass because they didn't pay attention, it was not her fault.

She then broke into the three main Superfamilies, starting with the Platyrrhini, which included an assortment of different groups such as marmosets, squirrel monkeys, and capuchin. With regards to their size and how they were different in eating habits compared to their other genus groups, she moved to Catarrhini. Legosi ignored it, finding his thoughts go to his conversations with Tem, even with the ones that happened just yesterday.

How the boy wanted to ask Els out. He wrote out his feelings on a letter for her, but could never bring it to her, and tell her how he felt. Legosi had never felt such feelings for anyone, but he couldn't imagine how Tem must have felt, not being able to say what he wanted to regarding the person he cared about, and now he would never get that chance.

His arms folded under his head. He would give it to her for him. He wasn't that close with Els, other than helping with her costuming and the occasional conversation, but he could put up with it and at least give Tem some peace.

He hummed softly as he rode in his car, the bouncing of his suspension not making the trip very pleasant, but at least he had a working radio. He sang along softly as he dragged all the signs back to where he was staying.

He head began to drag downward. His eyelids felt like heavy curtains, wanting desperately to close up and hide away from the light. He shook his head around violently, trying to collect a bit of energy within himself so he could keep going. A sign in the passenger seat rolled into his vision as he made a turn too hard. He quickly grabbed the offending object and threw it back into its spot.

Tiredness tried once more as he made his way down the highway, and it nearly succeeded on the current path. His eyes spiked to life as soon as they were closed, but as soon as they were wide open, they were closing again. His body on auto-pilot for a whole few seconds as he went to sleep behind the wheel. His car rocked about in the streets. A car honked as he passed into another lane without a signal, but it did not wake him.

Luckily, the area he lived in was not the greatest, as the roads were just as bad as where his apartment was. A slam of hitting a pothole awoke him from his slumber behind the wheel. "Fuck!" He yelled at himself for such a blunder. He could have gotten hurt if the roads had been more busy.

He continued to drive, his body feeling sluggish. His eyelids were still heavy.

"And that concludes the processes of evolution regarding the primate families." The oxen flicked the projection to one more slide, revealing a webwork of the final genus groups for the Simian Primate families. Many students were writing their notes on the topics, trying to catch up with whirlwind of data that she had just thrown their way in such a short period of time.

"Any questions regarding the notes for today, or just general ones about Primates or the Superfamilies we covered?" She looked around the room, and waited several moments for hands to go up. However, it seemed she might have overwhelmed quite a few of them. It probably wasn't the best day to go over so much information either. Gossip would be the only thing that filled these animal's minds today.

Her eyes caught movement. A wing went into the air, belonging to a small finch student near the middle-back of the class. She pointed her hoof to the young student. "Yes, what was your question?"

"Yes, well..." The student paused. "What is the point of all this?" She asked. The teacher raised a brow.

"What do you mean by that, young lady?" She asked back with a bit of disappointment laced in her words.

The student shifted in her seat. "Well...why do we need to learn about all this. Almost all forms of primates died out before civilization was even founded. Even from what you said in earlier lectures, they have been extinct for over a million years." She seemed to garner some nods with her statements, increasing her confidence as she spoke. "Shouldn't we be focusing on more relevant issues of today, like only the ones that are still around... or biology of Herbivores vs... Carnivores?"

"Oi! Don't go out and make this about us, alright?" A feline student jumped up from his seat, pointing at the small bird student. "You think you can go and start pointing fingers just because of what happened!? A student died, we get it, but don't go attacking us!"

"Hey, she wasn't attacking you!" A giraffe exclaimed, bringing his neck around to look at the feline. "She was just stating the obvious. It would be better to know stuff that actually matters in class, like how dangerous Carnivore are." More voices began to yell at one another, the tension growing the room. Legosi and Jack looked around with discomfort, not wanting to get involved, along with many other students.

"Enough!" The oxen slammed her hoof down to the ground with a stomp, silencing the class. "If I hear anything else about this, I will be making you write a 2000 word essay about the relations of the prehistoric mammals and reptilian bipeds." That got the class even more quiet, the tension however remained in the air.

"Ms Yuka, to answer your question about why we are learning this: It is important to know about our past. Yes, they might not be alive in their time, but primates were one of the first species in existence to begin walking biped among mammals. They were the first to understand the use of tools, such as banging rocks together to create a way to open nuts. It seems trivial, but these simple things that we learn about are incredibly important."

His eyes fluttered. He felt so tired. No! He needed to keep driving...But just a few moments. He felt his eyes drift once more, but a honk to his side signaled him to wretch to his right. A sign flew into his view once more, and he quickly moved it out of the pathway of his eyesight.

As soon as he could see what was in front of his car again, his tired eyes opened in shock. (3)

"Primates could have easily taken over the world if they had not died out during the massive droughts, floods, and natural disasters that plagued the planet during that time period. Millions, if not billions of primal creatures died, including species from every genus. I know it might not seem like the greatest topic to be educated on, but Primates grew up along with all of our ancestors."

He swerved to the side, narrowly avoiding the man crossing the street. His car, which had been gaining speed due to his tired and heavy feet, flew forward through the intersection. Horns blared, many screeching to a dead halt around the vehicle that darted through. It was almost a miracle that nobody hit said car.

That didn't mean that the driver was so lucky.

"Assignments are posted on the board, make sure to do your reading." The class began to dismiss from the room, but before they could all pack their belongings, the oxen called out to all of them. "Just ask yourselves this one question as well. 'What would it be like if primates had happened to live among us?'"

Legosi stood up alongside Jack, grabbing up his backpack and notes as he made his way out of the class. "Hey Legosi? You din't really take any notes, did you?" The wolf shook his head in answer. "Well, it's a good thing I got most of what she said. you can look them over tomorrow if ya want." Legosi smiled to his friend.

"Thanks Jack, I appreciate it. I... I've just been a little distracted today." Legosi felt his pocket, the stiffness of paper having a spot in his jacket. He internally sighed. He would need to give this to her later, when she was alone. He just hoped she didn't overreact to her being with him by herself.

The car slammed into the traffic light pole, the metal body of the car warping around the cement/steel frame of the object. The back seats of the old vehicle wretched forward as hundreds of pounds of metal signs flew from the trunk into the body of the car, slamming against the back of the driver's seat. Coupled with the force of frontal collision, it was too much. The driver was collapsed from two ends.

His shock from the impact faded quickly. He felt so tired. He knew he was tired, but...for some reason, he felt even more exhausted than before. He attempted to move his head to look for his phone, only for pain to flare at the slightest movement. His lungs released what was inside them, the feeling of air escaping his lips causing him to cough, which only added to the mind numbing pain.

He looked to his hands, which were covered in crimson. Despite how much pain in brought, he felt himself grow tired enough to lean forward, his body draping over the steering wheel. The honk did not interrupt the sweet relief that sleep brought him. A tear made its way to his eye, a smile of melancholy stuck to his frozen face.

He was so tired of everything, so this was...this was okay.

He drifted to sleep, not noticing the glow that enveloped his body.

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End Chapter

(1): I happened to work three separate jobs during college, one of which was serving at a 24 Diner. I had a table of drunk kids come in, chugging water straight from our pitchers, yelling loudly for other clients, and just being pigheaded in general. I really tried to be nice, and even got complmented by a few of the drunkards They all split the bill over a dozen ways, only one of them tipping on card where the rest didn't or left near exact change for me back on the table.

(2): I sold candy in school like a black market, what with the whole 'healthy eating' standards put in place for schools. Had over a dozen kinds of candy and sold probably around 40 bars a day, for a profit of about 10-12 bucks a day.

(3): After a really hard day of work, I drove home really tired, and instead of slowing down, my foot gassed it harder, and I nearly shot into traffic. I braked it several feet passed the line and backed up, lucky that it was 6:00 am on a Saturday. Writing this was based off of that as inspiration, as i wondered what would have happened if there had been someone crossing the street.