Chaos. It's what the universe started out as after it came to be. With time, the chaos in the universe would settle and when it did, a sense of... order was created. Or perhaps it's better to call it chaotic order. Yes, the universe is not as chaotic as it used to be... but that didn't mean everything was in orderly. Take the solar system for example. The Earth, the planets, even the sun, is always in motion, and yet it's movements can be predicted. The Moon orbits the Earth, the Earth orbits the sun, the sun and its planets orbit the universe, and the universe drifts slowly. The celestial bodies never truly in the same exact position as it was before.

This is the "perfect balance" of the universe. Things that are never truly the same, but can still be forecasted.

Reality had made it so that chaos could not exist without order and vice versa. If there is too much chaos, then it will destroy whatever order is present and the imbalance of chaos will, unknowingly, breed small agents of order to rise against this imbalance of chaos and stand against it, a paradise island in the eye of the storm. And, if there is "too much order", per say, then it would destroy whatever chaos is present, but unlike an imbalance of chaos, an imbalance of order will breed agents of chaos to bring change and weaken (and in some cases destroy) the "imbalanced order". Chaos and order will stop at nothing to achieve their own, perfect, individual forms, but alas, reality has decreed that they will never reach such feats.

In fact, there are two particular agents of chaos that are fated to prevent an imbalanced order from manifesting. Two agents we are quite familiar with. However, the way it all plays out is much different than in the story we know.

ズートピアカリフォルニア、アメリカ

｢ZOOTOPIA CALIFORNIA, AMERICA｣

Nick was out and about on the streets of Savanna Central. He wasn't going anywhere in particular. He just needed to walk.

It's been a bad week for Nick, but he wasn't sure how to feel. No, he knew what he felt in perfect detail, but he couldn't figure out how he SHOULD be feeling after he ran off. He felt angry at Judy for how she behaved. He felt frustrated that he actually misread her character not once, but twice! He felt betrayed that the one prey he opened up to ended up throwing him under the proverbial bus. Saddened even.

Nick took a deep breath. He's been trying to sift through his emotions for the longest time hadn't really gone anywhere. Still walking, Nick pulled out a quarter and started flipping it over and over again.

"Heads? Heads. Tails? Tails. Tails? Tails. Heads? Heads."

Nick had long since mastered the game of "heads or tails". Just knowing how much force to apply to a coin and where to apply it to get the outcome you want was something that Nick couldn't describe properly. To make it simple, it felt pretty satisfying to know that it's practically set in stone.

The fox wasn't sure what compelled him to look to his left, but when he did he saw-

"A Rolls-Mice? That thing looks expensive! Why is-"

Nick then saw where he was. He was so wrapped up in his coin-flipping, that he wandered into Eastside by accident. Eastside, as the name may suggest, is a neighborhood located in the Eastern portion of Savanna Central; the north eastern portion to be more specific. This neighborhood is particularly special since most mammals who live here are made up of New Money families; some of which are known to have been very snobby. Even though not everyone who lives here are jerks, the true jerks that live here ended up giving the area somewhat of a bad rep.

The turned around to get out of the neighborhood, not in a mood to deal with a rich prick, only to bump into a very well-dressed pig. The quarter he had been flipping fell to the ground with a clink.

"Hey," the large mammal he bumped into said, "watch it! You damn pred!"

"Sorry," Nick said as he reached for his coin.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the pig blurted as he took a step back, "I see what you're doing! You're trying the old "bump into me and take my wallet" routine! Well it's not going to work on me you dumbass!"

The pig circled around Nick and continued walking down the sidewalk. The hustler barely picked up the last words of the pig.

"Damn predator-foxes," the pig mumbled.

Foxes were destined to be sly, cunning, and most of all: untrustworthy. It was decreed by ancient mammals that would decide what characteristics among mammals were to be "chained" to said stereotypes.

Nicks fate may be to be a hustler for his whole life…

"But that doesn't mean I want to be one!" his inner voice yelled.

The chained con artist shook himself out of it.

"Calm down Nick," he thought to himself as he retrieved his prized coin, "don't you worry about ol' porky. Mammals like him will end up paying their dues via karma, somehow, someway. Then, when it happens, you'll be proud of yourself. While you might be a con artist pal, you're still above birdshit scum like them. Even if it's just by a smidge."

The con man flipped his coin.

"Heads," he guessed.

…

"Hm?" Nick was confused.

His quarter hadn't fallen into his paw like he predicted it would.

"Well, that's bizarre," the tod mumbled, "I swear it should've fallen into my paw, but… it hasn't."

Nick looked around for his coin.

"And if it fell on the ground," he continued, "then I definitely would have heard it make a 'clinking' sound."

Nick sighed and facepalmed himself.

"Great. Can this day get any better?"

A familiar voice screamed "AAAAAAAGGGGHHHH! Are you kidding me!?"

Nick turned to the source of the voice to find the pig prick from earlier… with a very obvious stain on his suit.

"This can't be happening! I had this tailored 3 days ago! And of course I get bird shit on it! GOD- AAAAAARRGGGHHHHHH!"

As the unlucky bird post boisterously complained, Nick couldn't help but look on in surprise.

"I know I said that I'm still above birdshit scum like them" he thought, "but this is…"

After a moment, the now-proud hustler shrugged it off.

"Eh. I guess I shouldn't be complaining like Prince Charming here. I guess it's true what they say: 'ask and ye shall receive'", he chuckled.

Making his way out of the neighborhood, his mood somewhat rejuvenated, he couldn't help but reflect on everything that's been happening.

"If a bigoted pig can get… 'punished' via karma, I wonder if karma can give me a paw more often. Especially after… Judys speech. Gah, Dammit. Now I'm back to square one. It looks like I may have to hold off on hustling for the day… Again. Finnick is definitely going to be pissed about not having to hustle for five days in a row, but I'm just not in the mood lately."

Once again, Nick sighed. In all his years as a hustler, he had never been so stressed about something so… trivial. He wasn't even sure WHY he still thought about that rabbit when she made her opinions clear. Hell, he even wanted to see her again, despite what happened. Though, these thoughts were swiftly pushed to the back of his mind.

"If I'm going to get a real and honest response from her about what her REAL ideals are," Nicks reasoning voiced, "then she needs to be the one to approach me and not the other way around. I just need to wait for her to make the first move. Then, when I get her answer, I won't be spending every waking moment trying to figure out 'the real her'. Hopefully, it won't take her too long to go for it."

If there is anything Nick Wilde can do: it's be patient.

ジョジョの奇妙な冒険

｢JOJOS BIZARRE ADVENTURE｣

AN: This is just the prologue. If you have thoughts, suggestions, corrections, etc, please share them with me in the form of constructive critisism.