A/N: Hey, fellow readers!

Here's the next installment of Zootopia X! Hope you enjoy ^^

Edit: On 12/1/16 this chapter has been cleaned up by removing unwanted text and adding text needed in a couple sections.

The Diary of John Bellwether

June 23rd, 1987

Today's the day that can be marked as the most important moment in my entire life by far. I never expected to achieve this at the age of twenty three, but nevertheless, I can finally say I am proud to announce the opening of my new pharmaceutical enterprise:

Bellwether Enterprises.

Several months ago, I had to acquire a large loan from the New Otsu Bank in order to kick start my enterprise along with getting the necessary equipment needed for the company. It may take me some time to repay the loan, but I believe that, assuming the company goes well, I'll be able to pay off the loan within five years (perhaps sooner if I'm lucky enough). It also won't be easy, but I also believe in the future of my pharmaceutical enterprise.

I can still recall the exact moment I cut the red ribbon at the front of the facility, the cheering of the large crowd, and numerous camera flashes going off with every passing second. But the most memorable of all was the appearance of Akio Yoshimobu, the governor of the Kawasabus Neo-Shogunate government. Shaking his hand-paw was a dream come true, to be recognized by a government official for my work. Everything felt like heaven.

Its funny how unexpected things can happen at any given moment, regardless if you're a low class worker to the highest ranking official.

September 29th, 1990

I was approached by the Neo-Shogunate governor earlier this week and had a discussion regarding flowers and psychology. I have to admit I found this a bit odd at the time we started the discussion at first, preposterous even. But the more the discussion went on, the more it made sense. I'm fully aware there are some flowers that can cause psychological effects much similar to the effects of drugs like acid, LSD, methamphetamine, and so forth. However, I have to find it odd that a harmless looking blue flower can cause extreme, primitive aggression when consumed orally, the same one known to be used as a pesticide in farming. As interesting as it sounded, I obviously found this absurd…

…At least, that was until he told me about an incident that happened regarding his brother eating a Midnicampum Holicithias flower when they were teenagers in high school. He mentioned his brother having terrorized the neighborhood he lived in within Kawasabus shortly after he had consumed the flower during a dare. According to Yoshimobu, his brother had gone savage and had injured nearly three dozen mammals across the entire neighborhood. Fortunately he hadn't killed anybody and managed to recover the next day, although he had to face some unfortunate legal problems concerning medical expenses and property damages.

To think such a harmless looking flower would be the source to cause someone to become the root of such primitive aggression, let alone the foundation for chaos if certain conditions were met…

Now that I call the story, perhaps I could use this as an opportunity to study the Midnicampum Holicithias flowers more closely. If everything goes according to plan, perhaps even the Neo-Shogunate could used this to their advantage, if necessary.

May 14th, 1997

Its been several years since I last wrote in the journal of mine, and since then, everything's been going hectic over the years. My research concerning the Midnicampum Holicithias plants, or 'Project: Night Howlers' as I like to call it, has hardly gone anywhere since the project's inception. I may have gathered some information regarding the plant, but I haven't the chance to make time to commit to the project.

I've gathered numerous researchers from all over the globe earlier this week in an attempt to lighten the load. I didn't care if they were the smallest of prey to the biggest of predators, so long as they knew what they were doing, that's all that mattered. But even with me hiring some of the world's skilled researchers, it still wasn't enough to compensate for lost time.

Speaking of lost time, there's been a lot of tensions forming between predators and prey for reasons I cannot decipher, even within the confines of the facility as well on occasion. While the atmosphere had been aggressive and appeared to be on the verge of becoming physical, the tensions fortunately remained in a verbal sense.

At least for now…

November 7th, 2000

I was attending a meeting with the mayor of Zootopia within the downtown district this morning, where he and I were having a discussion with obtaining land within the downtown area to help open another location for my pharmaceutical enterprise. Today would've been the day a deal would've been made between the mayor and I regarding me acquiring land to open another location. But instead of striking a deal as I originally intended, however, I was met with numerous protestors consisting mostly of predators, with the occasional prey who happened to share similar interest with the preds. I don't know how this happened or who was the one responsible for organizing this damn thing, but as of right now, I'm still slightly shaken up to the fact the protests nearly got violent.

I made it out of City Hall shortly after the protests had started, and I've mostly been in my hotel room trying to think about how the hell it got this bad. But about a couple hours ago, I started hearing some odd rumors regarding my company. One rumor that caught my attention the most was the claim where predators were being used as subjects to my research. That claim wasn't entirely true, nor was it entirely false. Yes, predators have been used as the focus of my work, but everything was done willingly and none of the subjects had died. However, even the prey had their fair share of experimentation as well, and the results were much similar to those of the predators.

Even as I am writing these thoughts, I can't help but still be bothered by the fact I was unable to open a facility in Zootopia. But that's honestly not too much of an issue compared to another problem. What really bugs me the most was the one who instigated the damn thing. It was that damn, conniving, business savvy fox at the front of the crowd. A co-worker of mine later told me the fox's name was John Victor Wilde, a local suit tailor from the Savanna Central area of Zootopia. I was also informed of the fox having been known to being an extremist whenever he felt the need to.

I'm unsure of why he would even show up at City Hall in the first place. Either he and the others had been misinformed, or the fox used his conniving, savvy nature to manipulate the information and claiming predators were being used like guinea pigs in my experiments. Whatever the reason, I'm still infuriated with the fact I'm unable to acquire any land to open another location within the heart of Zootopia itself.

God, I hate that arrogant fox…

January 8th, 2001

My research regarding the Midnicampum Holicithias plants is coming along smoothly, albeit slowly, however. But in all honesty, I'm in no rush to finish my research. I'd much rather have a product take time to finish and work efficiently than have it finished quickly and discover numerous flaws. Then again, I've been in a really, really good mood ever since I've heard some interesting news from an acquaintance of mine.

As of January the fifth, that conniving fox, Victor, had been kidnapped by some of the Neo-Shogunate government's finest spies, the Neo-Yaminobu clan. They're a group of ninjas who happen to be a new revival of the original Yaminobu ninja clan from the Tokugawa Shogunate regime. Coincidentally enough, the clan themselves happen to live in the same neighborhood I live in. So it was rather convenient to receive the news from one of the clan members in the comfort of my home.

The Neo-Yaminobu clan isn't the only one making a comeback, however. Other clans such as the Mibu and Aizu clans are also making a comeback within the Kawasabus region. I've even heard rumors in Zootopia the Oniwaban made a comeback in the Tokyo Town district. Its kind of intriguing to learn some of the clans from the Tokugawa Shogunate are making a comeback almost a hundred forty years after the era came to an end.

But that's beside the point! I'm just glad we were able to capture that bastard when we did. Looks like the conniving prick will finally be put in his place…

…and its all thanks to our finest spy, Iizuka.

March 24th, 2004

Dammit all!

That blasted fox somehow managed to escape the facility! I don't know how the hell he did it, but its completely infuriating to learn of his escape. Either he's more cunning than I had realized, or there may have been a spy working within our facility and hadn't realized it until now.

I honestly don't know what to think anymore. But if I were to guess, the Neo-Imperialists heard about Victor's hatred towards the Neo-Shogunate government and sent one of their spies to break him out of captivity.

Speaking of those Neo-Imperialists, a lot of them are starting to come out from the shadows and openly protesting against the government. Fortunately, it hasn't gotten physically violent just yet… but I can't help but feel this non-violent tranquility might not last for much longer. I feel that, if the Neo-Shogunate government doesn't take the necessary precautions to prevent the citizens from becoming violent, this entire region, perhaps the entire country, might plunge itself into chaos.

August 18th, 2004

Jesus Christ…

While I was continuing my research on the Midnicampum Holicithias plants earlier today, I received some tragic news regarding the deaths of some of my finest researchers. Sometime ago, a battle took place in the forest in which the Ishin-Lothlorien camp was rumored to be located. I wasn't sure on what happened at first or why they were in the suspected area. At first, I thought they had apparently partook in the battle itself, or perhaps killed in the crossfire. But barely fifteen minutes ago, I was informed of what had actually occurred.

My researchers decided it would be in the Neo-Shogunate's best interest to ambush the Ishin-Lothlorien camp in the midst of battle, hoping they could reach the clan leader and kill him while the leader was unguarded. Unfortunately, they were slaughtered by the troops while they were drawing close to the camp, and had become several of the numerous casualties.

But the one thing that infuriated the hell out of me was the fact John Victor Wilde himself was not only the mammal with the highest kill count (according to my sources), but was also responsible for the deaths of my researchers. Dammit all! Now I have to delay the completion of my research further now that I have to find the proper researchers to help me with its completion.

Perhaps I can give my sister a call and offer her a position as a key researcher once she completes college in a couple of years…

July 12th, 2006

Ever since my last entry nearly two years ago, I continued my research on the Night Howler despite the limited number of researchers working within my facility. Regardless of that, however, the results of the experiments have become rather interesting. We've concluded that, regardless if you were predator of prey, every test subject still suffers from the same savage aggression while under the influence of the Night Howler. Its almost as if they were mindless, aggressive animals.

Barely a month ago, my younger sister, Dawn, had joined my company shortly after she had graduated from college. She almost immediately became one of my top researchers within the facility almost immediately after her inclusion to the company. I still can't help but think of the potential college graduates have these days…

Yet even with my Night Howler research continuing to progress in the right direction, there's still the matter of dealing with the Neo-Imperialists. Their actions are starting to become more extreme with each passing day, and the Neo-Shogunate is almost starting to have trouble with dealing with them. It's been like this ever since Victor had escaped our captivity.

But now there's another problem…

A few days ago, one of our Neo-Shogunate secretaries had been slain by another mammal rumored to be an Ishin-Mirkwood assassin. But according to some of the other rumors I've heard lately, he had been killed by someone the clan had recently recruited. I went to see the secretary's corpse last night at the morgue not too far from my facility, and what I discovered sent shivers down my spine. His head had been vertically severed in half, from the top of the head all the way down to the upper part of his back. I wonder…

Who is this assassin…?

May 29th, 2007

This is starting to become troublesome! There's been too many assassinations happening all across the region, mainly in Kawasabus and New Otsu. At first, I thought they were happening across the entire region by numerous assassins, but apparently that was a conceited notion. As of this morning, I was made aware of what was really going on. Many of these assassinations were being committed by a single assassin with numerous names.

Battousai the Animal Slayer (this one being the most common), Battousai the Manslayer, Hitokiri Battousai, and the list goes on. However, there was one name in particular that stuck out the most to me.

Wilde the Battousai.

The instant I heard chatter amongst my fellow colleagues regarding the name, I instantly began to ask myself one particular question: 'How in the hell was John Victor Wilde able to slay barely over a hundred fifty mammals in barely over ten months?'

This question alone began to trouble me. There's no way that could be possible! I'll admit, albeit disdainfully, Victor's a competent swordsmammal amongst the Neo-Imperialists, but he couldn't have been the one to carry out the assassinations. Could it? If not Victor, then who's the one responsible behind the assassinations?

Perhaps Iizuka might be able to shed some light on the killer's identity…

February 21st, 2008

I haven't had the time to write in the journal for quite some time now, but its about time I gave an update regarding the Night Howler research. Despite the growing chaos in the Kawasabus region of Ohio, I was able to progress my research much farther than I had anticipated, and its all thanks to Dawn. Her superior knowledge has proven to be invaluable, and now I feel I can take my research to the next level soon.

But that isn't the only thing I wanted to give an update on. As of this year, I've decided to join the campaign for governor for the Neo-Shogunate regime this November. I've felt that, despite the government's best efforts to stop the growing chaos across the entire region, the current governor wasn't doing enough, or didn't know what the hell he was doing to begin with. They may have been able to stop the chaos in New Otsu and reduced the amount of violence in New Otsu to a certain degree, but still…

How will they be able to stop the Battousai…? Which leads to the next point in this entry.

It has come to my attention the Battousai's slain more than three hundred mammals aligned the Neo-Shogunate government. But that wasn't the only thing I've became aware of regarding him. I recently discovered the Battousai wasn't in fact John Victor Wilde as I initially suspected. According to Iizuka, my finest spy, the assassin's merely a sixteen year old fox. I've asked Iizuka for the killer's name, but the tanuki declined to tell me his true name out of 'common courtesy' for his 'friend'. It didn't surprise me in the least I wouldn't be able to find out his identity, but it still frustrates the hell out of me to the fact I still can't find out the assassin's true name.

Who in the hell is the Battousai… this murderous mammal? But more importantly.

How could a mere child be able to commit so much murder?

February 1st, 2009

There's a new florist I've hired earlier this morning after I had interviewed her merely two weeks ago, which coincidentally took place on the same day I had been appointed as the new governor of the Neo-Shogunate regime. I never expected her to be a vixen of pure grace, nor did I expect her fur to flow so beautifully even in the rainy weather outside. She's almost like an Iris, one who looks most lovely in the rain.

But that's beside the point. I've recently became aware of her experience as a florist and was even known for being an excellent farmer within the New Otsu area. Perhaps she could grow the Midnicampum Holicithias plants needed to continue my research, as I am running low on the supply as we speak. So until I can get my hoofs on another source, I must rely on what I have and conserve my current supply and only use it whenever necessary.

On a side note, perhaps after I get to know Tomoe for a little while, I could probably ask her out for dinner sometime.

April 10th, 2009

It's been a couple of months since Tomoe had been working at my company, and a couple months since our friendship had started. After a couple months of our friendship blossoming into where it is now, I finally gained the courage to ask her out on a date. I'll admit I was a nervous wreck at the time I asked her out, for it has been many years since I last took another woman out on a date. But that wasn't the only reason why I haven't been able to take someone out on a date. It was also with the fact I've been too busy with my research and searching for other researchers (thanks to the Neo-Imperialists slaying many of them over the years). But in the end, she said yes, and that's all that matters.

Though now that my project's been mentioned, I've been asking myself if whether or not if it was even worth it at all anymore. I've been working on it for nearly nineteen years, and yet, all this chaos caused so many interruptions to the point I'm unsure if its even worth it anymore. I can't decipher the reason why I'm thinking like this. Is it because I'm seeing something I haven't before, or am I doubting myself.

Then again, I busted my ass working on this project for so long, and I have no intention on stopping now. Not until I can create a weapon worthy of the Neo-Shogunate regime.

May 12th, 2009

Finally, at long last!

John Victor Wilde, that vile bastard from the Neo-Imperialist Ishin-Mirkwood clan, has finally been captured by one of our finest spies after five long years! Now I know for certain I can rest easily for the rest of my days, and I can continue my research without any further interruptions from him.

He's currently being held in the basement level with a shock collar wrapped around his neck. Luckily for him, he's being held in the same cell as Alexander Lionwhite, a manslayer who happens to reside in the Ishin-Lothlorien clan, one of the assassins responsible for the deaths of some of my prized researchers.

Either way, now that both manslayers, animal slayers, hitokiris, or whatever the hell they're called, have been caught and being held captive, I can continue my research without any further complications.

July 17th, 2009

I was able to test the new Night Howler pellet prototypes earlier today with my sister, Dawn. A few weeks prior to today, she told me about a friend of hers (Doug, if I'm not mistaken) being able to provide the necessary equipment needed to turn the night howlers into a liquid substance. Since he provided me the equipment I needed, I was able to make the night howlers bear a higher concentration level than the other doses I gave to the other subjects in previous tests. If my theory's correct, the effects should last a lot longer than the usual dose… perhaps to the point the night howlers won't wear off without the proper medical care.

But in order to prove this theory, I had to test the highly concentrated night howler pellets to ensure the validity of my claim. And what better way to prove my theory than to test it on my galling adversaries, Victor and Alexander.

I contemplated on whether or not to use the prototype onto Alexander or Victor only for the briefest of moments. But in the end, I chose a more satisfying option. I fired a highly concentrated night howler pellet onto Alexander's neck, and the results were instantaneous. Alexander's mind succumbed to the influence and immediately slain the fox in the most gruesome fashion possible. It was more savage than how Victor killed his victims, but it was a fitting end to the one who killed many of my prized researchers and fellow Neo-Shogunate spies.

But before he had died, he said eight words that found themselves embedded to the back of my mind, and I still don't know why as of now…

'I will have my revenge, even in death'

For some reason I cannot discern, I continue to find myself troubled after hearing those words several hours after Victor had been killed. I don't know why…

July 19th, 2009

I saw my girlfriend, Tomoe, inside one of the labs earlier this morning with her hand-paws covering her eyes. Her shoulders were quivering, and I heard sobs leaving her muzzle. It pained me to see my love in such state of sadness. I was supposed to meet my sister in the conference room, but my curiosity got the better of me and decided to check up on Tomoe, to ask her what ailed her.

She had been informed of a recent death in the family by one of our co-workers several minutes prior to my entry in the lab. I wasn't sure why at first, but my body unexpectedly tensed at the mentioning of someone in her family having died recently. I was even hesitant to ask about who it was who died at first, but my curiosity soon got the better of me. I asked her to tell me the identity of the family member she had lost, but there was one thing I was certain of:

Nothing could ever prepare me for the answer I was about to receive from my love.

The person she had, in fact, lost was John Victor Wilde, whom I found out he was the elder brother of Tomoe Yukishiro Wilde. How could I not have noticed the connection between her and Victor? How could I have been so blind?

I don't know which of my co-workers told her the news of John's death, nor am I certain if whether or not she discovered the cause of Victor's death. But there was one thing I had realized in that particular moment.

I had made a terrible mistake…

August 31st, 2009

I had never expected my life to turn for the worst, nor the relationship between me and my sister to strain. At this point, I'm beginning to think my health is starting to decline. Whether this claim is true, I cannot say.

It all started a few days ago after I found out about Tomoe's relationship with John Victor Wilde. Since then, nightmares started to plague my mind like an airborne virus. At first, it didn't affect me nor my performance at work too badly. But as the weeks continued to progress, they became worse and started happening more frequently. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I feel like I'm starting to lose my mind or my sanity.

I honestly don't know which of these is worse. The fact I'm starting to lose my mind, or the fact I'm starting to become suspicious of my sister. At the start, I thought she was only throwing tantrums during the arguments we've had lately. Now, however, I'm starting to get a weird feeling she's doing something behind my back. I don't know what my sister has up her hoofs, but I must be wary of her at all times…

Yet with all of this said, I'm starting to feel guilty for eliminating Victor by having Alexander slay him under the influence of the Night Howlers. Tomoe doesn't smile anymore, and she's always in a state of depression, no matter what I do to try and cheer her up. My heart aches every time I see my lover like this. I wish I could do something to cease her pain, even if only for a moment. But I know for a fact only one thing, at the very least, could help bring my love some closure, even if it comes with a heavy toll on my heart.

I have to come clean.

September 2nd, 2009

I came clean to Tomoe regarding my involvement in the death of her older brother an hour ago. Even now, I'm still shaken by the events that followed after I told her the truth. It started with a prolonged silence, then the tears came streaming down her face. Her body convulsed in grief, and before I could try to approach her, Tomoe began shouting, no, screaming at me. I tried to do whatever I could to ease her pain, but to no avail. Many of my belongings were destroyed, and there was nothing, nothing I could do to stop the rage that burned within her.

I honestly don't blame her for a second for what she did. She honestly had every right to react the way she did after I told her everything.

Even as I am writing these thoughts, I'm still trembling with a bottle of Jack accompanying me. Never before have I seen a woman bearing an incomprehensible level of rage and act out on it to the fullest extent. As I continue to jot down my thoughts in this journal, I'm still trying to devise a way to seek atonement for causing my former love this pain. But what can I do to set things right?

Now that I think about it, perhaps there is one way I can atone for what I have done…

September 24th, 2009

Ever since the day Tomoe had left me and my company that fateful night, I've decided the best way for me to atone for the crimes I've committed is to create both a vaccine and a cure for the Night Howler formula. Even if the idea was formulated on short notice, with the technology I have access to along with the amount of time I now have, I've managed to create a dozen prototypes for the antidote in the form of a pellet. The antidote bore a pink color and happened to be administered the same manner the night howlers were. But before I could call it a success at the time, I had to run a trial with the antidote earlier this morning.

Fortunately, Alex Winters, a longtime timber wolf colleague of mine, volunteered to be a test subject for the night howler antidote. Inside one of the testing labs on the basement level, I fired a night howler pellet on Alex's neck and immediately reloaded the gun with the antidote. It was more than enough time for my colleague to become a savage beast, and definitely enough time for me to fire the antidote onto his neck. It didn't do nothing at first, but moments after I fired the pellet, he collapsed onto the floor and immediately fell into a state of unconsciousness.

He regained consciousness roughly an hour after I administered the antidote, albeit he awoke with a migraine and bearing little memory of what had happened during his state of savagery. But regardless of seeing my friend in this state during the testing stage, I was glad about one particular fact that came to be. My night howler antidote was a success!

I honestly wished I could've made the vaccine for it first, but for some odd reason, I felt I needed to make the vaccine first if something were to happen to me in the future. I didn't know why at the time… still don't even as I'm writing this.

After the success of the night howler antidote, I head back to the lab on the upper levels to tell my sister about the antidote. But right as I arrived to the same floor my sister was on at the time, I overheard a conversation she was having with Doug in her office, particularly pertaining to me for reason's I couldn't identify. I shrugged it off at first, thinking of it as a mere coincidence. But as soon as the night howlers were mentioned, however, I immediately stopped dead on my tracks and listened to the conversation she was having with her colleague.

I wish I hadn't done that, however, because I immediately realized two things during the conversation I overheard:

One, I realized my sister's true intentions regarding the night howlers I had solely created for the most part. She intended to use them not for the Neo-Shogunate government, but merely for her own personal gain.

Two, I realized I can no longer trust any of my associates, regardless of their position in my company AND in the Neo-Shogunate regime.

Either way, I have to stop my sister from reaching her goals, even if it costs me my own life…

September 29th, 2009

I am running on borrowed time…

The nightmares started getting far worse than I could've imagined. I barely eat, I hardly sleep, and I'm starting to lose my mind. If I knew these would be the consequences of killing Victor, I would've never killed him in the first place. I'm starting to doubt I'm in any shape to attend the meeting within the heart of Kawasabus.

Now that the meetings been mentioned, its taking place at the other facility located in Kawasabus. Richard and Salazar will be accompanying me to the facility in an hour from now as my guards in case something goes wrong on the way there. As I am writing this, I'm currently formulating a plan to put an end to my sister's plans, by whatever means necessary.

To everyone working at the facility, and this includes both Richard and Salazar, they think I'm attending the meeting to discuss the mass production of the night howler formula in the near future. But what they don't know is I actually plan on destroying the night howlers and putting an end to Dawn's plans, even if it means I must assassinate my own sister in order to achieve that goal.

Even as I am formulating my plan, however, there's still the possibility it may backfire, whether I be arrested for treason, attempted murder, or being slain by a Neo-Imperialist hitokiri, manslayer, animal slayer, or whatever the hell mammals are calling them nowadays. And if I were to fail for whatever reason I ask the reader of this journal to please, please, do whatever you can to put an end to Dawn's plans, even if you have to end her life.

I now know for a fact all of this is my fault. The creation of the night howlers, John Victor Wilde's murder, causing Tomoe's emotional pain, everything. And now I'm paying the price for the actions I caused and facing consequences of them as I write this. If I never created the night howlers in the first place, and If I noticed what my sister has become because of my actions sooner, much would've been different. That I know for a fact…

To the family of John Victor Wilde…

I know for a fact I can never undo the crime I have committed towards your beloved, but I want you to know I am truly sorry for causing this much pain to your family. You have every right to hate me, to kill me even, if you must. You are in no obligation to forgive me for the terrible actions I have caused upon your family. My guilt has grown to the point I can never atone for all the crimes I have committed, the worst being the murder of your beloved.

Even with these many regrets I bear, there is one sliver of hope I can leave behind.

To the reader of this journal, hopefully a relative of the fox I had killed. I will leave behind my journal along with the notes to both the night howler antidote and the vaccine, the latter I haven't the time to create. If you were to stumble into my office for whatever reason and find my journal, then it is most likely I had been killed or imprisoned as a traitor to the Neo-Shogunate government. To whoever finds this journal, please take it and the notes to both my vaccine and the antidote. Use them to stop my sister from using the night howlers for her own personal gain, and stop her from taking the lives of innocent mammals in the process.

My notes can be found underneath the surface of the fake surface I installed of the top left drawer of my desk. I did this to ensure my notes don't befall into the wrong hands, lest the entire country, perhaps the entire world for that matter, plunges into total chaos. The only request I have left to ask is the same one I had asked earlier in this entry. I urge the reader of this journal to please, please stop Dawn Bellwether from acting out on her plans, even if it means you have to put an end to her life for the greater good…

A/N: And here we have the end of another chapter, and regarding this particular one, I hand wrote this chapter beforehand to make this one look a bit more polished than the other, and the only chapter to be in first person. See you in the next chapter! ^^