Where You Belong

"We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream."
— Peter S. Beagle (The Last Unicorn (The Last Unicorn, #1))

Nick stood at the intersection, swishing his tail and twirling his loosely fitting clip-on tie in an attempt to ease his jitters. Well, not jitters, really. Rather, frustration that he had missed something or was given some false direction.

It was lunchtime again, and he was informed by Mrs. Wolfson - after he found out that she was, in fact, not a wolf, rather a manned wolf; he still couldn't fathom what it was, but she looked like a tall fox - that he needed to go to the security office to receive his badge, it should have been a complete breeze to have done so.

However... that breeze passed by as he opted to go on his own. He had been hoping that Judy would be there to accompany him, but she was nowhere in sight. In fact, he hadn't seen her all day and was beginning to wonder if she was at school at all. After last night, he just wanted to give her back her pen and enjoy their classes together, but that couldn't happen if she wasn't on school grounds.

He shuffled his bag, ensuring that he hadn't forgotten it along with his lunch. You know... maybe I should have tried to get her phone number and call her. He raised a brow at his own thought, Okay, that sounded a bit creepy.

Since she wasn't there, he figured he'd explore for himself and get further acclimated to his surroundings. And while the map helped at first, that sense of exploration quickly wore out as the sheer number of students that filled the hallway left him spun around numerous times. From the walls and brushes of mammals passing him by to the flocks, fluffles, packs, and all manner of groups, he was lost now.

Oh, and he had, in the mess of things, managed to lose the map somewhere between here and there - where either was, he had no clue.

Adding insult to injury, when he did finally drum up the sense to ask one of the students dressed as hall monitors - he inwardly laughed as they looked like meter maids in Zootopia - the directions he received were so unusual and so heavily accented he didn't know whether to ask for a cipher or a translator to go with it.

He had stepped up to a black-furred, purple-eyed rabbit doe that greeted him as 'June' or something, he couldn't remember. But what he did remember was two things.

First of which was that she spoke in the way he had imagined all stereotypical southern bunnies. He wanted to say something about deep fried 'taters, sweet tea, and apple pie, but he restrained himself.

"Take the fork on your left, 'round the way, straight, 'bout the next hall, left, and then you're there."

He sighed, knitting his brows together from the ordeal. Those weren't directions. Though he had followed the path to a 'T', he ended up at a dead end and now he was questioning whether or not she was really trying to assist him or send him off.

The other thing he remembered was that glimmer in her eyes - somehow like Judy's - when she saw him was of genuine curiosity. She unclipped a radio, chatting with him while speaking something to her crew. He did notice she kept staring dead center at him, around his neck or so. Twice, he wondered if he had something on his clip-on tie, but after a quick scratch or two to pass it off as a stray string, he found nothing.

She told him where to go with a smile, yet, when he was just out of earshot, he heard her laugh something about 'learning a lesson', or whatever.

He sighed, shifting his bookbag to his left. That bunny hustled me. he thought.

Almost smirking at the idea, but feeling like he was just tossed around like any other fox, he resigned himself to think of his next move.

So, now, here he was, staring at a mural... collage, maybe? It was an amalgam array of numbers and letters skewed across a wall. They were unrecognizable from what he could see, no matter how far down the widened hall he paced. The only distinguishable thing amidst the chaos of the art was a sign reading '0 fires in the last 3 days'.

Despite his situation, he chuckled at that, deeming this place a science hall in the process. He looked around again and it made sense. The numbers and letters were a jumble of elements from the periodic table.

Nodding, Nick remembered that the science hall on this side would eventually wrap into his theater class. If he could figure out where that was, then he'd be okay in getting anywhere else. He stepped away from the sign and blinked before turning his focus back on a little addendum that was scrawled before it reading, 'Judy Hopps has caused'.

Mouth slowly widening, the fox couldn't help but laugh hysterically.

"Really, Carrots?" he sputtered between breaths. He had no clue as to why anyone would write that there, but he was grateful for the ease of mind.

As he shook his head and padded on, low sound resonated to his ears. Recognizing them as the clop of hooves, he was relieved. Finally, someone else in these empty halls. Maybe they can give me directions.

He looked over his shoulder and perished the idea flat out. There was a heavyset black-wooled ram with curled horns slowly walking towards him. His eyes never left Nick and, even as he padded onward, the sound of his hooves were as quiet as possible.

Judging the situation, the fox felt uncomfortable in this familiar situation. Not announcing himself, walking quietly, staring, the ram had all the telltale signs of trouble; something Nick wanted adamantly to avoid.

When he rounded a corner, he took off in a dash, knowing full well that the suspicious activity wouldn't end well. As he got about halfway down, his suspicions were confirmed as the ram had abandoned the silent walk altogether and started charging.

Though he was ahead, Nick couldn't keep up this pace forever. Not because he was out of shape, rather, he never could outrun a speeding ram, not going in a straight line.

Feeling the air rush against him as his hind claws clicked on the linoleum, he sought to resolve his dilemma by taking the next corner and evade his pursuer. In his previous experiences like this, he noted that they were terrible at making sharp turns on this kind of flooring; even less so if they were heavy.

Smirking, he easily skid to a stop just as he reached the mouth of the hall. Ready to run again, he pushed his hindlegs forward only to see a blur of white flash across his vision. An inch away, he saw that it was another ram - more so his shoulder - and it finally clicked what was going on: the other ram was a distraction, he was herded right into a trap.

Having the wind knocked out of him and the cascade of painted walls fly backward with him, he slid across the ground, legs still in the air as he rolled back; his bookbag departing from him on impact.

When Nick finally came to a stop, the world was still spinning and there was a dull ache in his shoulder and hind paw. He managed to recline back, propping himself on his elbows while his vision started to correct itself; though he wished it hadn't.

Just a few lockers down, the two rams stood tall, tapping their hooves together in a display of triumph that rivaled the shimmer of their school badges. His bag lay a few feet away from him, but he couldn't move to grab it and run due to the dull ache in his shoulder and foot, and he didn't dare leave without it, he promised to return her pen.

He growled at his luck. Yeah, real great school. Thanks for sending me here, mom. Really liking these locals in particular... At least it took two days this time.

Done with their ritual, they sauntered towards Nick, dragging their hooves in what he could imagine was the sheer joy that they had captured their query. They paid no heed to his bag, trampling it and causing him to wince when he heard an audible crunch from it.

Reaching out with his good paw, his jaw dropped and his heart sank. All he got was stares and snorts from them, they didn't care at all.

"You don't belong here, fox." the black wooled ram of the two accused, his deep voice as spiteful as some of those protesters back in the city.

And here I thought you were from the welcome committee.

"No cams down these halls," chimed the lighter wooled ram. "We got about a good minute before anyone notices."

... Yeah, I'll be in the obituaries if I stay here... Sorry, Carrots.

As they neared, Nick willed himself for one last push, placing more weight on his unbruised shoulder in an attempt to get up. Why are the hallways this empty during the lunch rush?! he wondered. Certainly, someone, somewhere among the ridiculous amount of forty-two thousand students, would happen upon him - hopefully for good this time.

The moment the two rams' shadows had reached the fallen fox, they simply stood still, staring far past him. And for a second, Nick thought thatmaybe they were just going to talk him down and leave, but a little, even, familiar sound tore that thought away.

When he craned his neck to identify the noise, his last shred of hope faded. The low clop of steady hooves preceded a third sheep approaching them.

This one, grey-wool shorn down to near stubble and smaller than the other two, with his badge shining far brighter, walked towards them just at the mouth of the next hall, blocking any possible escape. Unlike the others, he had small horns jutting out of his pompadour and his teal eyes lacked horizontal pupils. Further separating him from them was his regal, astute posture.

Nick remembered seeing glances of him in his homeroom class, sitting a few rows back. The way he stared at him was indecipherable, as if he simply looked past him, even then.

His hooves were clasped behind him and an unamused grin eased its way onto his muzzle, he casually strode towards the downed fox; the other two sheep standing dead in their tracks.

"I see you've run into some trouble." said the unfamiliar ram, his voice even and stoically calm. "Nicholas Wilde, is it? I was beginning to wonder whether or not I'd get an opportunity like this for a while."

He stopped when he was about the same distance as the other two, tilting his head down and smiling at the fox. "Thank you, for bringing him my way."

There was an unnerving light click of hooves and grinding teeth from the side of two rams. Yet, the solitary ram simply hummed and continued his grin. Nick, however, was slowly trying to inch his way back.

He stopped when the grey ram started moving again, though he did want to attempt to slip by and find anyone that could help. It was only when he stopped an inch away from Nick that he leaned down with a casual, easygoing smile that made Nick's skin crawl.

"They're right, you know. You don't belong here. Though, I've often wondered how a scenario like this would end. Let's find out, shall we?" he said with a light snort.

Oh, great! A psycho! Nick growled, but the ram was unphased.

He rose up, taking his eyes off of Nick and staring down the other two with a smile so cold and distant that Nick felt like being stuffed into a locker was the least of his worries.

His hooves moved and Nick flinched, ready to haplessly defend himself, but a blow never came. Instead, the ram stepped around him, never grazing him at all.

Adamantly believing that he was just building tension and daring him to try and run before sic'ing his cronies on him, Nick moved further back. Getting even a foot away was more comforting.

However, in his attempts to scurry away, Nick caught a glimpse of the ram's hooves behind him. Oddly, he was clutching a phone; screen on, facing towards him, and playing a video. And in that video was-

-Wait... is that us?

A

s clear as day, he could see his red-orange tail flicker behind the sheep. A red circle was pressed at the bottom, indicating that the event was being recorded. Nick was beside himself at what was going on: someone, somewhere just behind the wall of wool, was watching. He just couldn't figure out why.

The black wooled ram growled, pointing a digit sharply Nick. "What? Come to save your little friend, chomper?"

Nick raised a brow. Friend? Chomper? Wait, which one is... Friend?!

He had heard 'chomper' plenty of times in the city. was a derogatory term used for predators, and as that ram said it, his mind tried to wrap around what was going on.

The small ram chuckled, "Well, be that as it may, and name calling aside, I do believe that what you're doing is against school policy; on or off campus. Certainly not ideal for what we represent as Paragons, right?" At that, he glanced down towards Nick, tapping his phone screen with a smile before side-eyeing the other two. "And, correct me if I'm wrong, Woolter, but wouldn't an infraction like this be the... hmm... second strike for both you and Jesse this quarter?"

Huffing, the other opposing ram shot back, "And who's gonna know?"

"Let's see," A smile twisted on the sheep as he brought his camera towards him. "our class president, the junior deputies, Deputy Fanghanel, your student employer," He tapped the screen, watching as the other two started to become pale. "my mother, for your insult, of course. Oh, and the board of administration, for starters."

With that, he tapped his hind hoof, staring past them and waiting, daring for them to respond. Nick was awash with confusion, but in looking past them, his eyes glimmered. No way...

And sure enough, one did respond. 'Woolter' scraped his hoof, leaning down and gearing for a charge; Jesse mimicked his motions. "Too bad your mutt's not here to help y-"

Large paws grasped their horns, halting their advances and forcing them to turn to the mammal they belonged to. They both visibly panicked as a smiling grey wolf poked his muzzle between them. Tall, slender and imposing, the wolf swished his tail merrily and tutted.

"Such a pity, picking on the little folks and new mammals," he said with a reserved chuckle, moving back as they both tried to catch him with their horns. He pointed just to his right. "I'd say to pick on someone your size, but I think they are a better match for the two of you."

Standing there with their arms crossed, and staring daggers at the two rams were a pig, a black rabbit, and a raccoon. Nick recognized the bunny more so as she was the one that gave him directions, but the other two wore the same orange vest as she did. And despite their smaller statures, the two rams seemed to shrink under their gaze.

The sow strode up to them with a smirk, her orange vest shimmered as she cracked her knuckles, the sheep took a step back. "You better not run," she commanded, voice forboding as she reveled at the sight of the two fleeing in an instant.

The ram nearest Nick sidestepped as the other two ran for their lives from the three mammals in hot pursuit. Even at their top speed, Nick saw the rams struggling to outrun their fate. And when they were just out of sight, there was a terrified set of bleats followed by a loud crash and constant yelling.

Now with no mammal attempting to attack him, Nick breathed a heavy sigh he didn't know he was holding back. He looked toward his crushed bookbag longingly as the wolf picked it up and cheerfully inspected it.

He was going to ask for it back and thank him when an outstretched hoof came into his view.

"Terribly sorry about that. We may be a prestigious school, but that doesn't mean that we aren't without trouble." said the grey ram, smiling and patiently waiting for Nick to respond. He did so cautiously, wincing a little at the dull ache, but grateful none the less.

Nodding as the wolf approached, them, the sheep continued. "I do stand by what I said: you don't belong here," Nick bit back a snarky reply. "Not on the floor and certainly not chased down by bullies in the shady halls of the school. I swear, with our budget, we could get cams everywhere, but we had to opt for new jerseys for our teams."

"Oh..." Nick scratched his ear. Never once did he believe that a sheep would come to his aid, he was an outsider, and their species didn't let him too close.

In his silence, the wolf padded his way up to him, holding out his bag. Nick took it in his paw, not hesitating to check on the pen. To his relief, it was still there and his phone only had a small crack near the top. However, his lunch was squished into paste; he was looking forward to it, but it could have been worse.

Sheepishly, he cleared his throat. "Thanks for all that back there, uh-"

He was silenced by the wolf wrapping his arms around him, lurching him forward.

"No problem, buddy! Those guys got what's comin' to them and you're back on your feet."

At the mention of the would-be attackers, a few shrill cries came from down the hall. Nick was somehow glad, for once in his life, that he was a fox and not a prey mammal.

The wolf among them cringed. "Okay, that's not a good sound when Maria's involved. And I think it'll take a lot more than June and Bart to stop her when she goes off like that," Nodding to the ram, he chuckled at Nick. "Hey, new kid. Wanna join us?"

While he wanted to say that he had a previous arrangement or something, his best bet was to stay with them. Afterall, they did kinda save your tail fluff.

Plastering on his signature smirk while hiding every hint of emotion - gratitude, reservation, or otherwise - the tod shrugged and simply followed.

Almost followed, really. For Nick, the ideal place for him was behind them so he could observe their motions, how they interacted, and fully judge why a sheep was helping him alongside the wolf. However, as fate would have it, he was practically ushered forward, either mammal at his side as they rounded the corner.

Their journey to the next hallway ended with them seeing the two that attacked Nick getting a taste of justice. The black bunny and raccoon had Jesse sat down in front of a mural with his hooves in a pair of cuffs while the pig had Woolter pinned to the ground under a row of lockers that had an impressive dent in them.

Through his squirms and bleats in a headlock, the sow questioned him. "What happened? You fell, right?!"

Woolter tried to kick, but she mercilessly wrenched his arm back. "No, you-urh! I fell! I FELL!"

The pig snarled, forcibly dragging him up as she rose. "That better be your story when we get to the office or you're gonna fall a lot harder when I come visit you where you live!"

Bruised and battered with a headache, the sobbing mammal was pushed down the hallway; the pig never once stopped shouting at him.

Jesse, however, stayed put until the raccoon waved for him to stand. As he was ushered away, he gave Nick a cold stare and muttered something inaudible. The bunny snapped her fingers and pointed. "I'll be addin' that little word to your record when we get back." He physically cowed under her words, slowly trotting away in silence.

Nick couldn't believe the turn of events. The two were practically arrested by students; by a predator and prey that were smaller than them. What's with this school?

He wanted to further inquire, but felt a tap on his shoulder. The wolf tilted his head to where the others left. "By the way, that pig is Maria, one of the Swinton triplets. Don't cross her," he informed, gesticulating by waving his arms in warning. "Great Junior Deputy Hall Monitor, but a bit rough around the edges... and she also runs a shady business on this side of the school out of a janitors closet."

Nodding reverently at the pig and the dent in the wall, Nick was impressed. He could see why the hall monitors were such a great idea.

"Oh! Speaking of, I forgot to introduce myself," spoke the ram, tapping on his badge and giving a curt bow. "My name is Shorin Wolfson. Rin for short."

As he turned to the wolf, Nick raised a brow. Wait, isn't that the name of my homeroom teacher?

"This is my cousin Ludvig Luproc," Staring at the wolf giving a salute, Nick's jaw nearly fell. Did he say cousin?! "You've already met Maria Swinton and Bartholomew Cyvil. And this here is-"

The bunny waved her paw. "Juniper Hopps, we met already," She strode up to Nick, tapping her foot impatiently and jabbing a finger at him. "What are you doin' here? I told you exactly how to get to the offices. My sis' been waitin' for you for ten minutes. That's 'bout a year for bunnies!"

"I followed your instructions!" Nick shot back.

The bunny shook her head. "Then you missed a left!"

Steppin between the arguing pair, Shorin whistled. "Juniper, can you do us a favour and call your sister? Tell her we can meet her near the silo for his badge."

It was then that Nick noticed the others staring at him, specifically where a badge should be.

Luproc, however, just laughed. "You're just itching to get those salmon taco's aren't you?"

"Today is Taco Tuesday, Lu. It's practically the sabbath day as far as I'm concerned."

During their rant, Juniper unclipped a little radio from her belt and clicked it on. She spoke hurriedly, almost too quick for her small stature. "Yo Jude. We got your fox here and he- no, he's fine. Got Jesse and Woolter, though, tried to jump 'im... Yeah, Swinton took Jes down again. Damages? Uh-we'll talk. Anywho, they're headed up to get some grub. Meet 'em near the silo," She took one look at said fox before walking off and saying one last thing into her radio, "Still ain't learned."

No longer tailed by others, Luproc lead them and they strode in a comfortable silence. Though a lot was on Nick's mind, he had one question to ask, if only to sate his curiosity.

"So, Shorin, is it? You have the last name of-"

"Our homeroom teacher, yes. I was adopted, and Lulu here is my cousin."

The wolf shot him an annoyed look. "I told you not to call me that."

He smiled back. "Isn't that what your girlfriend calls you?"

Muzzle beet red, he turned and grumbled. "She's not my girlfriend."

Nick could have sworn that Rin whispered 'yet', but decided against it, he was new among them.

He hadn't heard of predators adopting prey mammals or vice versa, it just wasn't something that was done out of fear. And for the second time today, this sheep was full of surprises. Still, he wondered, "Okay, but your mom's a wolf, right?"

"Manned wolf," he corrected. "So technically not a wolf. My father is, though."

Taking a chance and hopefully in good spirits, Nick chided, "Still, doesn't that mean you were-"

Snickering, the sheep knew where here this was going with this. "I've heard everyjoke about it since forever. And yes, I was raised by wolves."

Sharing a good laugh with him, he felt a bit better. He was having a great time with a sheep, a sheep that was adopted by wolves! The irony was all there, but he couldn't help but think about what that family must look like from the outside.

Attempting to envision it, a cheerful voice called out. "Hey Lulu!"

To his right, a sow came galloping towards them. Her bookbag carelessly swinging and her tuft of hair combed in order, she waved at the group, moreso the wolf than any other; Luproc didn't hesitate to enthusiastically wave back. "Hey there, Delilah!"

When she did reach them, Nick thought she was the Swinton from earlier, finished at the office and here on lunch with them. However, the name was different.

She nearly waltzed up to the wolf, wrapping her arm around him in a tight hug. He sounded like he was suffocating.

"Nick," he coughed. "I'd like for you to meet our class vice president, Delilah Swinton."

Now noticing the fox among them, she straightened out her skirt, fixed her ribbon, and gave a curt bow. "Pleasure to meet you, Nicholas. I hope our esteemed president and his cousin are treating you well," she added, poking the abashed wolf in his side.

"What? Of course we are. Right, Rin?"

"Lu, you're just buttering up to him because you want his vote in the fall elections."

"Rin, I got your vote by an act of kindness."

"Is that what you call bribes, nowadays?"

Somewhere between the cousins bickering and the pig attempting to get the two to focus, there was a far more familiar voice that rang past them. "Nick! There you are."

The fox turned around, unable to hear the distractions of the others and saw the familiar, overenthusiastic face of his bunny: Judy.

Her orange vest made him smile all the wider as she looked like a marching carrot. Though, the small box that she held in her paws made him wonder what it was.

The bunny bounded up to them, lingering in the air with a quick wave of her paw to ensure that she got their attention before she came to a stop just in front of her fox.

"Hey guys," she said, "Thanks for finding him for me,"

The cousins smirked, "It was no trouble."

She cast him an apologetic smile. "June told me that you got caught up in a fight with Jesse and Woolter and I started panicking and was about to run there an kick those two again. You don't know how much trouble they cause for everyone and blah bla bla-"

Nick couldn't say when it happened, but he just let her ramble on while he stared into the boundless sea of those deep, purple eyes of hers and sighed.

"Anyways, I finally got your badge ready." She paused, opening the box in front of the fox and showing him a shiny, shimmering shield that had the same 'G' embossed on it like all the others. He was about to reach over and take it, thanking her, but she had a different plan in mind.

Before his paw even reached out, her own nimble grey paws quickly went to work. She set the box down, brushing by his pawpad and standing on the tips of her toes to reach the blank side of his vest. In less than a second, she had pinned it to him, stepping back to admire her work and catch a glimpse of the fox's confounded muzzle.

He looked down in disbelief that she had moved so fast, but slowly grinning that he finally had his own shield, his own coat of arms that showed the school he went to.

Though, one thing bothered Judy: his clip-on tie wasn't tucked into his vest. She'd fix that.

She reached out a paw to help him, but Delila stopped her. "Judith, don't."

The bunny grumbled. "Come on..."

"Ah-ah," she tutted, "Everyone should learn such dangers."

Clueless and tapping his newly adorned emblem, he thought now was the best time to ask something that had been on his mind since the day prior. Only since Judy was there.

"Why the getup," Smoothing out part of his shirt, he locked eyes with her again. "I mean... I really don't get the whole school uniform and all if we have badges and are required to show up."

Judy pursed her lips to speak, but Shorin stepped forward. "Allow us,"

Hearing the bunny hum her approval, the sheep spoke first. "We wear these to show where we belong, Nick. It's to make memories and cherish the times you've had at the school."

"We're supposed to grow into them," Luproc chimed in, wrapping his arms around both his cousin and the sow. "To learn, and make friends."

Giggling, Delilah added, "While you're here, to wear this means that we share our dreams together and help one another achieve them."

Lastly, they all stared at Judy. She reverently sighed, placing a paw on her own badge. And though her school uniform was back in the office and she was in a different set of clothes reserved for her position in the school, it all meant the same in the end. With a ghost of a smile, she finally told him, "Nick... when we graduate, we grow out of our uniforms, never to wear them again. We do keep our badges as a reminder of the memories we made, the dreams we shared, and the friends we had with us for the rest of our lives."

Feeling his heart slow, Nick glanced around at them, fully understanding what they meant. It wasn't going to last forever, they had to grow up and move on, but they could make the best of their time together.

This symbol meant that they'd be together through it all. It was to show where they belonged.

In the silence, there was a light cough. Luproc pointed his snout to the right. "Anyways, I say we get some lunch. Lines are probably gonna take some time to get through. Hopefully Sharla reserved our usual spot."

All in agreement, they walked together, none noticing the brightened smile on the fox's face as his claws traced the letter on his badge. He was in desperate hope that - despite the school's theme and the flower he had planted the day before - this wasn't a dream.

You and I are different. We can share different dreams.

[A/N]

Huge thanks go to Koraru-san for the continued use of Chloe and Eliot.

Okay, trivia time!

I cut about 3k words that will be in the next chapter... lunch, anyone?

Ludvig Luproc (lulu) and Shorin Wolfson (Rin), as well as the Swinton sisters, made their first appearance in the story "Immemorial". Shorin's family and story will be further elaborated, but he was adopted and (yes) raised by wolves.

Juniper Hopps and her partner Bartholomew Cyvil made their first appearance in the story "A Spring in Your Step". Also, Nick's last name is a contrast to Barts (Wilde and Cyvil). Where one is calm, the other is kinda sporadic.

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