Another chap for Zootropolis! Thanks for the reviews!

Actually, one of my readers commented on how the plot seemed strange, what with discriminating against blondes. Here's the explanation: in my story, instead of prey and predators, the people of Zootopia's ancestors were having a strife based on hair color. The underworld was ruled by a big mafia boss, who recruited a lot of blondes; and because of this, rumors that blondes were 'dangerous' and 'belonged to the mafia' started circulating. Technically, not all blondes were part of the mafia. An inexperienced cop had unfortunately fed a piece of his mind to the news about most of the people captured being blonde-haired, which led to people, mostly the media, spreading the rumor that blondes were all part of the mafia. After the mafia boss died, it led to a decline of the entire operation; but people were still wary of blondes, which amounted to discrimination and even violence. This still remains in society, which is seen even in Misaki and Takumi's time. Well, that's the whole backstory.

Hope it un-complicates things a bit.

Enjoy!

I don't own Maid Sama! or any of its characters.

The man blinked, and the smiled, gaps in his teeth showing.

"Hi! Nice…to see…..you today. What do…..you….need?"

"Oh, my friend here, Officer Ayuzawa, needs to run a plate. Could you do that, buddy?"

"Sure. Please….tell me…the number….on the plate…so that…I….can…find it."

"It's 29-TH-D03."

The man lifted a wrinkly hand, and slowly pulled the keyboard in front of him closer. "2…9….T…."

"HD03." Misaki interjected, trying to get this over with fast.

"H…..D….."

"03!" Misaki said, dying internally a thousand times over.

"0…-"

"Hey, Yukimura-san, wanna listen to a joke?"

"Nooooo!" Misaki said, her ghost hovering into the beyond already.

"What….is it?"

"What do you call a three humped camel?"

"I….don't….know. What is…a…three….humped…..camel…..called?"

"Pregnant!"

Usui laughed, all the while shooting smirks at Misaki.

Yukimura laughed a deep, throaty laugh, which had Misaki worrying whether it would deplete his oxygen supply that his weak lungs provided, and he would die, leaving her to arrest Usui for murder (by laughter) and wasting her time that she needed to solve this missing case.

And when he was finally done, Misaki hoped he could type in the last two letters and she could be out of this dratted place.

But apparently her luck was the worst in the world.

"Hey, Shizuko-san...?"

The old lady in the next cubicle turned in her chair, with her spectacles perched precariously on her nose.

"Yes...?"

"What...do you...call...a...three humped...camel?"

"I...don't...know...what...do...you...call...a...three...humped...camel?"

"Pregnant...!"

The duo laughed the same deep, throaty laughs, which would have been funny if Misaki wasn't in such a rush.

"Um, Yukimura-san. Could you please run the plate for me? I'm really in a race for time, and-"

"Oh, sure...0...-"

"3."

"-right, three."

The machine whirred out the paper, and Misaki snatched it before another slow-mo episode could unfurl.

She quickly read through the details, and said, "We're gonna have to go to Tundratown."

Taking long strides towards the doors, she was followed by a smug Usui, whose smirks teased her every now and then.

"Wait, it's already night?!"

"The address leads here."

Looking up, they eyed the gates, which were adorned with a sign that said 'Tundratown limo-services'. And it was locked.

"Well, I sure had fun on this adventure. But now, it's a pity that I have to say goodbye to my valuable partner. So, if you rid yourself of the pen and gave it to me, we could part as good friends. Now, hand it over."

"No. I mean, I could still use your help. And-"

"Uh-uh. We're not doing this now. Hand over the pen, Ayuzawa."

"Okaaaay. Here."

But as his hand reached for the pen, she tossed it over her shoulder, where it landed in the snow.

On the opposite side of the gates.

Sighing, Usui said, "Oh, wow. Nice technique. Well, it was nice working with ya, sweetie. I'll be going now!"

He climbed the fence effortlessly, and dropped down on the ground.

And faced Misaki, who was holding the pen.

"Ugh. You want me to accompany you that bad, huh."

"Sure. Now come on!"

They split ways in search of the wanted vehicle.

"Found it!" Usui hollered, and Misaki scampered across to meet him at the corner of the parking lot.

Pulling open the door, they went inside.

Misaki switched on the torch in her phone, and shined it around.

Picking something up from the floor, she said, "There's this piece of red cloth embroidered with yellow spots."

At that, he gave a sarcastically exaggerated nod, and turned back to rifling through the stuff in the glove compartment.

Followed by an overly exaggerated gasp.

"What is it?"

"Kuuga Sakurai's limited CDs! Who knew people actually listened to the CDs now."

He gave a smug smirk, and then turned backward to look through the passenger divide.

"Uh, Ayuzawa? If your otter was in here, he had a terrible day."

The seats were ruined, basically. Deep gorges were embedded in the once smooth seats, and things in the sides of the doors were knocked over.

Clambering in, Misaki shone her phone around, followed by a hesitant Usui.

He picked up a large thick glass, which had a big capital 'B' engraved on it;and stopped in his tracks.

Mouthing wordlessly, he finally said, "Red cloth with yellow spots, outdated CDs, fancy cups...Okay, I know who this is, and he does not like me, so we gotta get outta here."

Scrambling around and keeping things back in their rightful places, Usui tried shoving Misaki towards the door, but stopped short when the doors opened to the hulking figures of two men in suits, with tall and broad shoulders.

"Oh hey! Long time, no see! And speaking of no see, how about you forget you saw me? For old time's sake?"

The moment Usui finished his elaborate wordplay, they were grabbed around the scruff of their necks, and pulled out of the car.

"That's a no."

Misaki and Usui were squished between the two men, riding in the backseat of a similar car.

"Where are they taking us?" She whispered to Usui, who whispered back, "To Igarashi Tora. He's the most feared crime boss in the whole of Zootopia. But he's more well known by the name of Mr. Big."

"What did you do to get him so mad?"

"I, uh, sent him a rug. A rug, made out of the skin of a skunk's...butt."

"Oh, great. Now we're done for."

They were dropped down, and the two men stood on either side of them, towering over the two. Another man entered the room, with a similar bulky build to the two standing behind them.

"Is that Mr. Big?"

"No." Usui whispered back, trying to shush her down.

Another man entered, with an even bulkier build.

"Is that him?"

"No!"

Another man entered, who had to duck down to enter the door.

"That has to be Mr. Big!"

"Nono, shut up! He's-"

Another man entered, a brown-haired man with cat-like eyes. He was closely followed by a shorter black-haired man, who had eyes that were slanted down so much they appeared closed.

Usui immediately adopted his slouch and blank expression, and said, "We meet again, Tora."

Hue hue, Tora's showed up. As the infamous crime boss. Lol.

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