Chapter Three

With little noise, Zasshu awoke.

Just as any other day, he gave the Living room a small look-around.

Twilight shone in through the tiny window, Menai sleeping, snoring, just a few feet from him.

Zasshu gave a small yawn, as he slowly pulled the blanket off of himself. Eyes trained on Menai, he slowly arose, the floor creaking.

Menai stirred, and Zasshu froze.

And Menai went back into his deep sleep.

Zasshu let out his held breath, and stalked towards the bathroom, stretching his back. He softly closed the door behind him.

As he got himself into the shower, he had a small moment of thought as he shampooed his fur, the warm water relaxing him.

He silently wondered if he was the son of a deer-bunny and a Wolf, or any other combination of that…

Eh, they probably skipped town. At least one had to be a Hybrid, and if they were with a pure breed….

Well, they wouldn't be well liked.

Zasshu, after cleaning himself, stood in front of the Bathroom mirror, drying himself off.

He leaned over to the doorway, left hand groping into the hall, grasping the knob of a small closet.

He opened it, and grabbed randomly at what felt like clothes.

After dressing in old, ripped jeans, and an old shirt, Zasshu finally exited the steamy bathroom, giving a small shiver, as the coolness of the outside world was so different from the inviting warmth of the Bathroom.

He shuffled quietly over to the door, grabbing his shoes and backpack, the latter had been in use for around five years now, wear and tear showing, and the former being stuck together with hope, shoelaces, and gum on the loose soles.

And with that Zasshu exited the dingy apartment, and made way to his school.

Admittedly, like most buildings in the area, it wasn't much.

Zasshu hunched over his first row desk in his first class: Math. Oh, how Zasshu despised the subject.

A small paper ball bounced between his antlers, landing on the floor next to his foot. Zasshu leaned down to pick up said paper…

It was a drawing of him, a crude one, where he was drooling, his eyes crossed, and stink lines radiating off of his body.

Flattering.

Zasshu turned his head back, to see… Daisuke, the same fox that had been tormenting him for...three grades now?

Once he had found out that Zasshu didn't fight back, he had quite a good time.

Zasshu sighed, and shoved the caricature into his pocket…

They didn't even get his antlers right.

A few hours later, Zasshu set himself in the corner of the lunchroom, a radius of two empty seats around him.

But that was fine.

Zasshu crumbled the tofu into his salad, slowly. One had to get everything right when it came to food. A couple bites later, and Zasshu felt grateful for his good judgement.

And another few hours later, and Zasshu had began his small trek home.

Of course, he had attracted Daisuke.

"Oi, Zasshu!" He called.

Zasshu didn't look back.

"Oi, dipshit!" Daisuke yelled again, closer."'Fucking listen to me!" He yelled.

Zasshu didn't respond.

Daisuke gave him a hard punch in the rib, announcing, "So, what does a hybrid like you do after school? Some dump?"

Zasshu grit his teeth, voice strained from the pain.

"No, Daisuke, I am going home." He said, robotically.

And after a few more minutes of that, Zasshu was let alone, and soon arrived back home.