Hello guys. I'm back with the next chapter for Zootropolis.
Yes, I know that guys want a new chapter for A recipe for love, but that'll probably be updated only tomorrow. Or the day after. Depends on my mood.
Thanks so much for the reviews! Lit up my day, really.
And I'm glad that there's another person who wants this story to continue. Thank you!
Btw, about the questions: the first answer is Kuuga. He completely fits the 'I don't care' attitude, and he seems like the sort of guy who could make Misaki's life miserable just because he didn't like her.
Sorry to all the Kuuga fans out there.
The second answer is Honoka. I mean, I get why you guys chose Aoi, and Honoka and Aoi have pretty similar personalities, so yeah. But I wanted Honoka in there cuz she's blonde(as much as I admire Aoi-chan's cross-dressing ability, I still wanted a blonde person, so Aoi-chan was crossed out from the list).
And as for the third question, if you guys haven't watched it, it's basically up to you whether you want to watch it or not. If you do, then you'll be able to relate this story to the movie better; but if you don't, then you'll have to hang on to my plot alone.
And to all the Zootopia fans, I recently found out they're releasing Zootopia 2 later this year.
Yeah, I'm not kidding. They're releasing it on November 24, 2021.
Now let's get to my story.
I don't own Maid Sama! or any of its characters.
Enjoy!
Misaki wiped the sweat pooling above her eyebrows. Writing tickets for two hours straight sure tired you out...
After bidding goodbye to the nice man and his daughter, she'd continued her boring afternoon like there had been no interruption. But in her head, thoughts were swirling like a tornado.
The evidence of the blondes not being as bad as we thought they were...this man had everything! He was a pure, good-willed man with honest intentions! If people were to wake up and see that blonde haired people weren't as bad as they thought, we could go back to normal! A normal, happy society where everyone got along...
If only that were true.
Still thinking about her utopian version of a happy society, she started humming the tune of Try Everything, while still writing out tickets.
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.
And saw the same blonde girl, dragging an enormous jar of red liquid.
Blood?!
Ugh, Misaki. Seriously? Is that the first thing you could come up with?
No, it wasn't blood. It was ice cream.
Melted ice cream, or rather, a melted jumbo pop.
What in the world?
The man, Usui, was on top of the roof of a building, with a pair of sunglasses, making him look even more gorgeous than he already was.
Wait, what? Gorgeous?! (Seriously Misaki, just because he's a good guy doesn't mean you go off fantasizing about him!) Nah, I said ridiculous.
Yeah, he was definitely ridiculous. While melting the giant ice cream, the little girl was collecting the liquid in jars. What could be more ridiculous than that?
After everything was collected, he jumped down from the roof, sliding along the pipes, and lifted the two remaining jars and carried them to a mini caravan, in which the girl was sitting. Behind the wheel.
And once the guy got in, she drove away.
What...
Shaking out of her stupefied trance, she followed them in her traffic police buggy. Not a very efficient vehicle, I tell you.
While she was following them, she made a quick observation, noting the different directions they were taking. They're heading for Tundratown.
For what, though?
She was about to find out.
This was definitely not what she was expecting.
While hiding behind a pile of snow, she saw the girl pressing her hands to make handprints in rows on the snow, and putting popsicle sticks partly in each indentation. Usui, on the other hand, would pour the melted ice cream into the prints.
And soon after, she followed them back to the main city, where Usui sold all the Popsicles.
And after they were all sold out, she had to admit, what they did next was veery clever. And reckless. And very much against the law.
They sold the popsicle sticks. As wood. Redwood, to be precise. Because of their colour.
How outrageous.
They drove a bit more (with Misaki still chasing them, of course) until the girl stopped at an intersection and Usui got down.
"Hey, no goodbye kiss for daddy?"
The girl replied, and Misaki almost blanked out from what she said.
"You try and kiss me, I'll bite yo face off."
And the girl drove away; the tiny, cute bow still on her head. He chuckled, a popsicle in his mouth, as he saw the girl take out a pair of sunglasses and put them on, the radio blaring.
"I helped you. And you were lying to me. That isn't a nice thing, you know."
Usui turned, not even a flicker of the blank expression on his face at seeing the cop from earlier.
Until a smug grin crossed his face, and he said, "It's called a hussle, sweetheart. And its not my fault, it's hers!"
He pointed a long finger in the direction the girl had just left, and when she looked back, there was nobody to be seen.
"Hey!"
She saw a foot turning around the corner of a building.
"Hey, wait!"
She ran up, catching up to him in no time.
"Wha-...you-...you're under arrest!"
"For what?" he asked, not even turning around to look at her, a smug smirk on his face.
"Oh, I don't know! Selling food without a food permit, selling popsicle sticks under the pretence that they're redwood, oh, and false advertising!"
"Okay, let's get some things straight. Firstly, I have a license. Secondly, the wood is red. So it's red wood. Thirdly, I didn't do false advertising. Take care."
"I-...you!"
"You can't touch me , sweetie, I've been doing this since I was born."
"Hey! That isn't-don't call me that way!"
"Okay, look, sweetie. I'll tell you a story, and so do tell whether it sounds familiar or no."
She frowned, narrowing her eyes at the cunning man.
"So, we have a girl who's got her good grades, and oh my! She's all excited to go to the glorious city of Zootopia, where anyone can be anything, and all people get along and sing kumbaya! But oopsies, that's not how it is."
"And that girl's motivated to become a city cop, so double oopsies, she's a meter maid."
"And whoopsie number threesie, her dreams are to be a real cop, but no one acknowledges those dreams. And soon enough, those dreams die, and the girl's left as an emotional wreck, living in a box under the bridge."
He pushed a plank of loose wood out of the fence, and ducked between the gap.
"So then she's forced to go back, with that cute pouty face of hers, and go back and become a farmer. That sound about right?"
She had been spacing out, finding everything sounding very familiar. But then she shook her head, and ran across until she was right in front of him, blocking his way.
"Look, let me tell you something. Nobody, and I mean, nobody, can tell me what I can or cannot be. And I will be a cop no matter what."
"Ha, funny. But let me tell you; you will never be a cop. You'll only be what you can be. I'll be the sly fox, and you'll be the dumb bunny."
"I am not a dumb bunny."
"Right, and that's not wet cement you're standing on."
Misaki looked down, to find that she was, in fact, standing on wet cement. The workers were looking at her with peeved expressions; but she didn't take notice. Because whatever that guy had said, it was quite logical, and she hated the fact that she had allowed him to pull her around like that.
He was already walking away.
"Good luck, sweetie!"
Going back to her buggy, she wrote out a few more tickets, trying not to think too much about what Usui had said.
"Hey! He stole something from my shop! Get him!"
But Misaki didn't hear what the frantic man who had suddenly burst out of the shop said.
The man, exasperated at the lack of response from the cop, shook the buggy she was sitting in. "Hey! Are you gonna go after him or what?"
Looking up, Misaki said, "Look, sir, if you have a problem, then please call the ZPD and state your-"
"Are you a real cop or not?! That guy is getting with something he stole from my shop!"
Jarring out of her stupor, she looked up.
"What?"
There ya go! How do you think Misaki will react to this very discouraging fellow? Do you think she'll chase after the criminal?
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