Suzuki Shogo’s final moments as Kazama Chikage in Hakumyu LIVE 2.

Inspired by @asondebaka‘s post.

Must Be Broken

Requested by @sailormew4

Soulmate AU: If you had a clock on your wrist could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate would you want to know?


Must Be Broken


           If you asked what Judy Hopps thought of her clock, she would scoff. She’d say she really didn’t care about it, she had much more important things to do (she was an officer of the ZPD after all) than count the days, hours, minutes, and seconds to the fateful moment where she’d lock eyes with her soul mate. She’d deny she had spent endless time imagining what said soul mate would be like-his looks, his interests, his career.

Judy Hopps would be lying to you.

           So that’s why she was looking in the mirror of her apartment, wearing a cute, flowery sundress, a sun flower choker around her neck, her fur freshly groomed and her eyelashes looked fuller than usual thanks to the mascara. She looked at her wrist where the clock was flashing its time: 0 days, 2 hours, 8 minutes, 34 seconds. 33…32… She looked away before she got lost counting the time.

Today was the day, she was finally, finally, going to meet the love of her life. She hadn’t always been obsessed over finding her soul mate, for a long time she was content on letting the time pass, letting the clock do the searching for her, while she trained to become a police officer.

But when her dream finally came true, when she was an official member of the ZPD, after she spent days on parking duty until her chief finally relented and let her do more serious work, the time started to tick down and the wait was starting to get to her. Especially when she was a bridesmaid to her baby sister’s wedding.

Said sister had announced the wedding hours after finding her soul mate, Judy would’ve said that was far too soon but what would her argument be? Her sister didn’t know if this bunny was her soul mate?

But Judy planned on actually getting to know her true love before planning the wedding. And sitting with her family, all of them checking Judy’s clock and wondering when she would finally find her soul mate, that time could not come soon enough. And that time was nigh.

           Judy let out an exhale, trying to hold in her excitement and made sure she looked as proper as she could. If she could take her soul mate’s breath away when they finally locked eyes that would definitely be a promising start to their relationship. She smiled at her reflection for some self-encouragement then all but hopped out the door.

Once outside Judy looked up at the sky, hoping to see the sun shining in a cloudless sky. Instead she didn’t see the sky at all, thick heavy gray clouds covered Zootopia and Judy couldn’t help a nervous swallow.

“It’s okay, Judes,” she assured herself as she headed down the street. “I’m sure you’ll find your true love somewhere where its nice and dry. Yeah, no problem.”

Thunder crackled overhead.

Judy dashed for the nearest store. She smiled when she saw it was an ice cream shop named after a Jumbeaux Jr. Ice cream was a perfect place to meet your future mate, maybe they could share a sundae or a milkshake. Judy smiled to herself as she walked through the doors, greeted by the cool air and the smell of chocolate and peanuts. Most of the customers were elephants, but she took note of a couple of hippos and horses. Judy’s ears pricked up in surprise when she saw a fennec fox sitting at a two chair table next to the store’s large front window, looking out to the street as drops of rain started to splatter the cement.

Judy looked around the room, found most of booths and tables taken and with a shrug walked over to the fox, “Excuse me?”

The fox looked away from the window, the rain haven quickly turned from a drizzle to an all-out monsoon. “Could I sit her? At least until the rain stops?”

“Uh…” the fennec looked toward the shop’s rest rooms then shrugged, “Knock yourself out.”

“Is someone already sitting here?” Judy hesitated to take the seat.

“He’ll probably take forever,” the fox snorted, “He’s freshening up for a date.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Judy said, climbing into the seat.

The fennec made a painful expression, “Not if you knew him. The guy has one thing on his mind and one thing only.”

Judy smirked, a little bemused. “Hopefully the guy I’m waiting for won’t be like that.”

His eyes looked up at her, his brows slightly rose, “Hm.”

Judy showed off her wrist where the watch showed her time, she grinned, only 55 more minutes to go. The fennec nodded with understanding, “Oh. Know what he’s going to be like?”

“I don’t think anyone ever really knows,” Judy shrugged, “That’s part of the fun. But if I had to imagine, he’d be one of the tallest rabbits in Zootopia, gorgeous fur-maybe a russet color, and pretty green eyes and most important of all-respects that I’m a cop.”

The fennec had listened to her words in silence but her last words had his ears twitch in surprise, “You’re a cop?”

“Oh I should’ve brought my badge,” Judy buried her face in her paws with a frustrated groan. “He probably won’t even believe me without my badge!”

“Sorry?” the fennec offered, by his expression he didn’t know what to say to a bunny he barely knew but was now telling him her dreams of love.

Judy glanced at the fennec’s watch but she couldn’t make out the time, “What do you want your soul mate to be like?”

The fennec snorted, “Someone who actually wants to sleep with me.”

Judy resisted her nose from curling in distaste; she couldn’t expect all mammals to be romantics like herself. “I wish you luck,” she ended up saying.

The fennec looked at her as if weighing whether her words were sincere or not, finally he smirked and rolled his eyes as if she had told a joke, “Whatever you say, rabbit.”

“My name is Judy actually. Officer Judy Hopps of the ZPD,” she extended her paw to for a shake when she caught of the time on her wrist: 1 minute, 50 seconds.

           She let out a loud gasp that echoed through the shop, making mammals cast her strange looks, meanwhile the fennec looked back toward the restrooms, “There you are,” he called to the animal who walked out, “Took you long enough, I let a bunny take your seat.”

But Judy was already jumping out of her seat and running out the door, grateful the rain had stopped. “Goodbye!” she called to the small fox, not glancing back.

           Outside the cement was still wet, making the pads of her feet damp and she nearly tripped as she headed down the street, looking around excitedly for a rabbit, the minute slipped by and the final seconds started to tick down. 59…58…57…

Judy skidded to a halt, looking around as mammals passed by, none of them even giving the bunny in a pretty sundress a glance.

Judy’s ears drooped as panic weighed her down, she glanced down at her clock as the crowd dispersed and she was the only mammal on the street. 15…14…13…

A sudden sneeze had Judy whirling around so fast her foot slipped on the wet cement, sending her falling into a large and dirty puddle, she let out a yelp as the grimy water splashed over her sundress. And to make matters worse when she had fallen her dress rode up to show off way more leg than she was comfortable with.

           Laughter had Judy’s ears flaring red as she desperately pulled her now dirty and drenched dress down to cover her modesty, her lip quivering slightly with extreme mortification.

“That was some fall,” the laughing voice spoke; it was a male voice and carried a self-confident and sarcastic lilt. “Here, let me help you.”

A black paw was held before her face, larger than her own and with claws: a predator’s paw. Surprised the same mammal that had laughed at her humiliation would offer to help Judy took the paw with mild uncertainty and then she was being pulled up and out of the puddle.

Judy looked up into the face of a fox with emerald eyes; he offered an easy and amused smile.

Then she heard a ding and her watch falls off her wrist and onto the ground. The screen read: 0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, and 0 seconds.


           If you asked Nick Wilde what he thought of his clock he would snort. He’d say it was a ridiculous piece of equipment, it ruined any chance you had with dating a really nice vixen because the clocks would be right there telling you it would never work out. He’d say he hated that it chose for him, decided who he would love for the rest of his life, tied him down to some random stranger on the street.

Nick Wilde would be telling you the truth.

           That’s why he kept his watch hidden, wrapping his old junior ranger scout handkerchief around his wrist, he didn’t know, and neither would any vixen girl he tried to flirt up. Of course, her own clock would be flashing and telling him he wouldn’t be seeing her walk down the aisle in white.

But if there was one thing Nick had become an expert on over the years was how to get girls who aren’t his soul mate into his bed and he prided himself on that fact. Because when he really got down to it he had no interest in finding a ‘soul mate’ and ‘settling down’. He could never really understand why that sounded so great.

           Nick didn’t only womanize, he was also a very successful con-artist if he wanted to blow his own horn. He and his partner, his old pal Finnick, were confirmed bachelors who spent their time conning the saps of the city who actually wanted a clock to tell them who they had to marry. However there would be no cons today, they didn’t like to perform in dreary weather, so instead Nick called up one of the many vixens he had met over the years who didn’t mind sleeping with a guy who wasn’t their future husband, an artic fox named Marble. They had set the time and place while Nick and Finnick were at Jumbeaux Jr.’s and the red fox had scurried off to the bathroom to freshen up. Marble was one of the classier of his pack of girls-he needed to be presentable.

He studied his reflection in the mirror, straightened his tie, rubbed out the wrinkles of his tacky shirt and khaki pants, and used his claws to brush out the knots in his hair. All the while his handkerchief completely hid his clock and whatever time it was on.

           Finally he stepped out of the ice cream shop’s bathroom, ready to head to the diner where Marble waited and then spend the night at her place.

Finnick was still sitting where Nick had left him (he forgot he still had his friend’s keys in his pocket), and to his surprise he saw a gray bunny in a sundress jumping out of his seat and heading out the door.

“Goodbye!” she called to Finnick and then she was gone.

He smirked and walked over to his friend, handing him the keys as he did so. “Who was your little friend?”

“Apparently some bunny cop about to meet her soulmate,” Finnick said as he took the keys and slipped out of his chair. “If I were you I’d run. You’re going to be late to your date.”

“Always leave the girls wanting more, Fin,” Nick told his friend with a wink as they left the shop and parted ways. Finnick only snorted and departed to his van.

           Nick walked down the street, glad the storm had stopped but annoyed that his feet were wet and he had to make sure his tail didn’t drag behind him. As he walked the crowd started to thin, heading across the road or vanishing into shops and homes until the only one on the sidewalk was him. And a bunny.

Nick noticed the rabbit from the ice cream shop standing a few feet ahead of him, wearing her sundress and looking incredibly put out with her ears drooping. Looks like someone hadn’t found her soul mate.

Nick curled his lip, not finding any pity for the rabbit. A sudden bit of dust chose to rest on his nose then and Nick let out a sneeze. The sneeze caught the rabbit’s attention and she turned around so suddenly she tripped on her own feet and fell into a pond right behind her. Nick burst into laughter as her legs ended up in the air, causing her dress to fall down and reveal a lot of leg and a flash of panties, the bunny quickly sat up and covered herself, her white dress now ruined.

           “That was some fall,” he chuckled as he stepped over to stand before her, noticing her lip quiver Nick’s pity won out. “Here, let me help you.”

He extended a paw, she looked surprised by the gesture and Nick’s pessimistic side wondered if she’d refuse his help because he was a fox, but then she was taking his paw and he was pulling her to her feet.

The rabbit then looked up at her and he was staring into amethyst eyes. Nick felt his heart skip, and then there was a ding.


           Judy broke into an ecstatic grin as she gazed up at the fox, and then she spoke: “Excuse me.” She walked around the fox and looked around the street, looking for her soul mate; she frowned when she saw there wasn’t a rabbit in sight, or any mammal for that matter…except for the fox.

Said fox was unwrapping a red handkerchief from his wrist, Judy watched as the cloth pulled away to reveal his own clock falling to the ground next to her own, showing zeroes across the screen.

The fox suddenly let out a loud curse, startling Judy. He knelt down and picked up the tab and tried to place it back on his wrist. When it didn’t stick he cursed again and threw it across the street as far as possible.

           By now Judy’s heart was stuck somewhere in her throat, she stared at the fox in open disbelief. “But you…” she tried to speak, “But I’m…”

The fox turned his emerald eyes on her; they were no longer amused, instead dark and furious. “It’s a mistake,” he growled.

Judy’s brow knit, “What?”

He indicated to her clock that still lay on the damp cement, “It must be broken. Mine too.” As if to emphasize his point his foot slammed down onto Judy’s clock, making the rabbit jump as it broke into pieces.

She stared at the fox in open shock, “Why would you do that?”

He curled his lip at her, “No one wants what’s broken.” Judy couldn’t help but feel he was partly talking about her and she was painfully aware how filthy her sundress was, even her fur was damp from the dirty puddle.

“It’s-it’s not broken,” she insisted her voice quiet and strained. Judy quickly cleared her throat and straightened up, she was Judith Laverne Hopps, first rabbit officer of the ZPD, and despite all the odds her soul mate was a fox. She would make the best of it. “It’s not broken,” she repeated.

The fox snorted, “Whatever.” Then turned and continued down the street. Surprised by his sudden departure Judy followed him with an angry huff.

“Where are you going?” she demanded.

I’m going on a date,” he replied sharply. “If I were you I’d go find something clean to change into.”

“Going on a date with who?!”

“A vixen.”

Judy hurried forward to block his path he scowled down at her. “You can’t do that!” she snapped at him.

“No, I’m pretty sure I can,” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And for future reference I’m not going to take orders from a rabbit who actually thought her “soul mate” was right behind the ugly fox.”

Judy’s ears drooped in guilt, “I’m sorry. It’s just I never expected…” her voice trailed off.

“That you’d get saddled with an ugly fox, yeah,” he said flatly. “I get it. And just for the record, I didn’t want to get tied down to anyone, let alone some delusional, uppity rabbit.”  

“Delusional?” she echoed as he walked around her and kept on. Judy was sure to keep pace, “What do you mean by that?”

“My friend, that little fennec fox, he told me you said you were a cop,” he curled his lip, “Ha!”

Judy scowled, “I am a cop, thank you very much.”

He looked over his shoulder at her, “Then where’s your badge Officer Fluff?”

“I left it back at my apartment,” she mumbled, her ears turning red. She was hardly going to tell this sarcastic fox that she had dressed herself up all nice and ladylike for him.

He laughed nastily, “Sure you did.”

“I did!” she replied vehemently. “…You’re not seriously going on a date with that vixen are you?”

“You’re not seriously still following me are you?”

           Judy shot her arm out and grabbed his now bare wrist, pulling the fox to a stop. He glared down at her and Judy glared right back. “Look, buddy,” she stated firmly and in her in charge voice she used during interrogations. “I get you don’t like it. But this is fate, we’re meant to be even though we’re different species. It’s not fair to that vixen, or me, or you if you go on this pointless date.”

“Pointless?” he breathed, looking at her like he had never seen her before. “You think this date is pointless?”

“Well, yeah,” she replied, slightly confused by his question. “She’s not your soul mate.”

“You think I’m going on this date to fall in love with her?” he asked, his voice still quiet.

Judy nodded, and for a moment they were both quiet, the fox looking at her as if he was contemplating something. And then quite suddenly he ripped his arm out of her grasp then grabbed her wrists and before Judy could blink she was pushed against the wall of a clothing store.

Judy’s breath stuck in her throat as the fox leaned toward her face, his eyes dark. He smirked evilly, “Carrots, my name is Nick Wilde and I date for one thing and one thing only and that’s to put a notch on my belt.”

Judy’s ears burned as the fox, Nick, leaned forward to have their noses just barely touch. “But if my soul mate is so eager to jump into my bed than I won’t push her off.”

She tried to keep from shaking as the fox trailed down to have his fangs hover against her throat, the tips of his teeth just pressing against her flesh. Judy knew he could feel her pulse pounding.

Nick finally pulled away from her neck, sitting up straight and letting go of her wrists with a triumphant smirk, “Next time don’t advertise unless you plan on selling, Carrots.”

“My name is Judy,” was all she could think to say, her voice low as she wrapped her arms around herself.

“And I’m sure if I cared then that would be some vital information,” he said. Before Judy could reply or Nick could walk off a buzzing filled the air. The fox pulled a phone out of his pocket, he smiled at the screen, the smile actually warm and friendly, in other words an expression he didn’t grant the rabbit.

His eyes turned back to Judy, a sardonic brow rose, “So are you done pretending we didn’t get damaged clocks and ready to move on with your life?”

Judy swallowed, opened her mouth-  

           And then a weasel ran past and snatched Nick’s phone right out of his paw. The fox stared at his empty paw for a second as if he didn’t grasp what had just happened. A second later he whirled around to stare in shock at the weasel that was now racing down the street. “Hey!?”

Judy was already racing after the weasel, “Stop in the name of the law!” she cried out.

Give me back my phone!” Nick snarled as he joined the chase.


           This had officially become the worst day of Nick’s life.

His soul mate was a rabbit. His soul mate was a rabbit- he couldn’t believe it, refused to believe it. If he wanted a mate-which he didn’t-he wanted someone who actually liked him, who wasn’t scared of him. Not some rabbit that actually looked over his shoulder to see where her real mate was, who had immediately started to boss him around, who had looked like she thought he was going to eat her when he pinned her to the wall (even if scaring her had been his intention).

Nick didn’t care that his heart had skipped a beat when he had looked into her big purple eyes. He didn’t ask to be tethered to some bunny. He didn’t want to be tethered to anyone.

           And now his phone, with numerous apps, contacts, reminders, and God knew what else had been swiped right out of his paw! This was literally the worst day ever!

He chased after the weasel and the rabbit as he chased the thief down as they turned corners and slipped between the legs of indignant elephants and giraffes. The rabbit managed to stay right on the weasel’s tail as Nick struggled to chase after them, he wasn’t the biggest runner and he knew that after this was over he’d be a sweating mess and would probably have missed his date with Marble,

Again, worst day ever.

           But apparently the weasel had been tiring out too and apparently believed Judy’s cop threats as she drew closer and closer to him. Finally they ended up in one of the more deserted of streets and they passed a limo, surprising both Nick and the rabbit the weasel tossed his phone into the open window of the expensive vehicle before dashing off into an alleyway.

Without hesitating the bunny jumping through the open window and disappeared into the limo, surprising the fox. Nick hurriedly climbed in after her, falling onto the floor as he did so. He lifted his head to see she had picked up his phone, a victorious grin splitting her face.

“Gimme!” Nick snatched it out of the rabbit’s phone and he gazed down at it lovingly, even kissing the screen.

           The bunny let out a sigh before rising to her feet and walking over to open the door. It was locked.

“Oh,” she bit her lip. “We did end up breaking into someone’s vehicle…oops.” She made to crawl through the open window but suddenly that said window was being rolled up.

Nick’s eyes widened and he slowly looked around the limo, noticing an familiar array of glasses with the letter B in fancy font. From the front seat he heard the unmistakable tune of Jerry Vole.

           Nick shoved his phone into his pocket and ran to the door, struggling to force the locked thing open and even trying to break the windows with his bare paws.

“What are you doing?” Judy grabbed his waist and tried to pull him away from the door. “Stop that! We can figure a way out without breaking a window!”

But Nick was shaking his head, panic setting his pulse a flutter and his breathing having gone ragged. “No, no, no, no, no.” He slipped out of the bunny arms and looked around the limo, “I’ve come to terms that I will die in a gruesome way but getting iced is not on that list.”

“Iced?” Judy furrowed her brow in confusion. “What on earth are you talking about?”

He whirled around to face her, “You wanna know something about me? Open your ears and listen: I’m a con-artist, I’ve scammed a lot of mammals in my life and this limo belongs to one of those said animals. The most vicious crime boss in Tundra Town, Mr. Big, he hates me, he wants to throw me in a pool of icy water and watch me drown and freeze to death.”

“You can’t freeze to death if you already drowned,” the rabbit pointed out sensibly.

Nick had never been so close to strangling someone. “The point is he does not like me so we gotta go!”

Just then one of the doors opened, Nick grabbed the rabbit’s arm and turned around to leap out when he saw two polar bears standing before the door. He let out a yelp and clutched his heart before quickly pulling up a smile. “Raymond, and is that Kevin?”

Kevin let out a raspy guffaw and looked at his fellow bear, “I’ll be damned, that weasel actually came through.”

Raymond smirked, “I told you, be intimidating enough and not even a weasel will run off when you pay him beforehand. Death is the biggest motivator.”

The two bears grinned at Nick who tried to keep himself from tucking his tail between his legs. “Speaking of death…” Raymond huffed in amusement as the two climbed into the limo.

Nick pulled the rabbit behind him and edged her back with him to the locked door, pressing their backs against it. But the rabbit wasn’t as easily as cowed as the fox, “You have to let us go.”

Kevin closed the door behind him and called for the driver to get them out of there. He then looked down at Judy who didn’t cower under his glare, “The only thing we need to do, bunny, is take you two to our boss.”

Nick swallowed and felt his shaking legs buckle and he slipped down to sit, the rabbit looked at the polar bears from above his head, “I’m an officer of the ZPD.”

“Why would you tell them that, Carrots!?” Nick snarled at her, his voice a frantic whisper. “Do you know what crime bosses do to cops?”

“I’m not scared of him or these bears,” she said plainly. She sat down next to him, as calm as if she as in a restaurant ordering tea. “I’ll have a talk with this Mr. Big and we’ll be out of there in no time.”

Nick let out a moan, “You have no idea what we’re in for.”

Carrots waved his words away, “Oh how bad of a scam could you have done to this Mr. Big.”

Kevin and Raymond laughed and Nick swallowed painfully. It made Carrots frown, “What?”

She might as well know what they’re about to die for. “I…may have sold him a very expensive wool rug…”

“That’s not so bad,” she stated.

“Made from the fur of a skunk’s…”

Her eyes widened.


Her jaw dropped. “Oh sweet cheese and crackers.” She buried her face in her paws.


           The polar bears shepherded Judy and Nick out of the limo minutes later and out into the snow of Tundra Town. Snowflakes drifted down onto her fur and they stood before a large and very nice house, made of dark wood and ice frosted windows that glowed with warm light.

Judy wrapped her arms around herself with a shiver, having not dressed for the cold weather of this part of Zootopia. Nick stepped closer and pressed his side against her, the act surprised her but she noticed how he was shaking as well, either from cold or fear she wasn’t positive. But she didn’t push him away.

           They were led into the house, it was only slightly warmer inside. Down a hallway and to a left Kevin and Raymond pushed them into a kind of office, an empty desk stood before them. Nick swallowed loudly.

“I can handle this,” Judy whispered to him.

“He’s not gonna listen to you just because you say you’re a cop,” Nick whispered back.

“Then I’ll use my charm,” she replied. The fox gave her a pained look.

Just then the door across from the desk opened and a massive polar bear stomped in, having to duck to make it through the door.

“Is that Mr. Big?” she asked.

Stop talking,” he snapped.

           The polar bear stood behind the desk and reached his paws out to place a small revolving chair onto the smooth wood, with a claw he whirled the chair around to reveal who was sitting on it: an arctic shrew.

Huh, she thought.

Nick pulled his lips back into a smile but it did nothing to hide the terror in his eyes. “Mr. Big this is a simple misunder-”

“Your clock is gone,” the shrew interrupted, his voice slightly surprised.

Nick blinked, obviously he hadn’t expected the shrew to bring that up. “Yes…?”

“Who is it?”

Nick pressed his lips together and closed his eyes, looking like he was summoning up all his patience, and then he pointed to Judy. She waved awkwardly.

Mr. Big’s brows rose, “A rabbit?”

“Yeah,” he sighed forlornly, making Judy glare. “But that’s not important, as I was trying to say-”

Nick’s words had the shrew turned to furiously glare at him and the fox almost shrunk into himself. “You think love is unimportant?”

“Well, I….uh…”

Mr. Big turned his attention to Judy, “What is your name, my child?”

“Judy Hopps, sir,” she answered, her back straight and trying to look presentable in her dirty dress.

“Judy Hopps, you have the greatest sympathy from me. It is a true tragedy to have fate tie you to this scoundrel.” He scowled at Nick, “He betrayed me, we broke bread together and I treated him like family and I’m sure you have been told how he repaid my kindness.”

“Yes, sir,” Judy replied, her ears draped across the back of her shoulders, her eyes on Nick. The fox’s ears were pressed against his skull and his eyes were on the floor, his expression guilty.

“Nicky always tried to run away from his fate, he would rather chase random vixens than true love, even when it’s right next to him.”

           The fox wrapped his arms around himself as if to protect himself from Mr. Big’s words, still unable to look at either him or Judy. Despite the shrew’s words Judy was finding pity for him. You didn’t run away from true love without a reason.

“I should ice you, Nicky,” Mr. Big growled. That sentence had Nick lifting his head up to stare at the shrew with fright. “…But I would not be so cruel to a rabbit that has done me no harm.”

Mr. Big looked to Judy, “Would you like him to live, my child? He is a horrible mammal to have as a mate. But I’m afraid he’s your only real choice.”

“Yes,” Judy said immediately, now Nick was staring at her but with shock and disbelief. “And on his behalf I want to apologize for what he did to you. I will do my absolute best to set him straight.”

Mr. Big released a small raspy chuckle, even Kevin and Raymond snorted, the larger polar bear behind the shrew stayed as quiet as the dead. Nick continued to stare at her, his face uncomprehending.

           And then a new voice spoke up: “Daddy, it’s time to get back to the wedding!”

A new shrew appeared in the room, adorned in a wedding dress, climbing up onto the desk. She slowed her steps when she noticed her father’s company. She smiled when she saw Judy, “It’s you!”

The rabbit smiled, “Hi, Fru Fru.”

Judy had met Fru Fru a few days ago, having chased a thief through Little Rodentia and saving the shrew from almost getting stepped on. She had escorted Fru Fru out of Rodentia all the while the shrew explaining her wedding was in a few days and she was so excited and that she wished Judy the best of luck when she finally met the love of her life.

           Mr. Big looked toward his daughter, “You know this bunny?”

“She’s the one I told you about,” Fru Fru explained. “The one that saved my life.”
“You did?” Nick asked Judy in disbelief.

“I am a cop Nick,” Judy relied evenly.

“What are you doing here-” Fru Fru began then noticed Judy’s bare wrist. She let out a loud gasp, then saw Nick didn’t have a clock either and gasped louder, then she looked to the two of them and her gasp was way too loud for a mammal with such small lungs.

“Congratulations!” she squealed. She looked excitedly to her father, “Isn’t it a small world, Daddy? Who would’ve thought our Nicky would fall in love with the bunny that saved my life!” She kept talking before anyone could comment, “You two should come to my wedding!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that Fru,” Nick held his paws off to wave away the idea.

“I’m not exactly dressed for a wedding,” Judy pointed out, holding the skirt of her filthy dress between her paws with an apologetic cringe.

“I can find you something to wear,” Fru Fru assured, already heading out of the room. Judy looked to Mr. Big before bemusedly following after his daughter. Nick stayed where he until Kevin snarled at him and with a whimper the fox followed after the bunny.


           Nick sat outside Fru Fru’s room, his back against the door as the shrew looked for something for Carrots to wear. He had no idea what the shrew could possibly find that would fit the rabbit but he wasn’t going to say anything.

Instead he thought over how he had escaped death’s door back in that office…all thanks to Carrots…to this Judy Hopps. Why did she defend me? He didn’t get it, yeah according to the clocks it wasn’t like she could officially move on from his demise but he figured she’d prefer the spinster life over life with him. Then again, she is a rabbit.

The guilt that statement boiled in him had the fox swallowing past a lump in his throat. It wasn’t a good sign when he felt bad for insulting the rabbit.

He ran his fingers over his wrist that had been occupied by a clock for 32 years…he thought of earlier, just an hour ago, maybe two, when he had picked the rabbit out of the puddle and she had looked at him. His heart had actually skipped a beat like he was a love-struck princess from a Disney movie. Nick thought over what had been going through his mind when that happened-he didn’t want to admit but he had found her pretty, and he had instantly loved her eyes…

           Rising voices from behind the door had Nick pricking his ears, pressing against the door so he could hear better.

“Here, you can wear this,” Fru Fru’s voice chirped. “You’ll look great.”

“Thank you,” Judy’s voice was grateful. “Sorry for crashing your wedding.”

“Oh nonsense, I always liked a little bit of excitement. Daddy says I got it from Mamma.”

“I hope your brand new husband isn’t getting worried.”

“He knows I can handle myself,” Fru Fru’s voice went cheeky. “But let’s talk about your soul mate.”

Judy’s voice went quiet, Nick pressed his ear closer to the door. “I don’t think he likes me very much,” the rabbit finally admitted.

“Now why say that?”

“He very plainly told me our clocks must have been broken.”
Nick winced, that he had.

“I’ve known Nicky since I was a little girl,” Fru Fru began, “It’s not easy for him to open up and let his guard down in front of other animals. Daddy says he’s been like that since he was a kit.”
“I figured that was part of it,” Judy said. “…I wonder what he would think…”

“About what?”

“I had specifically dressed up like this to meet him,” she explained. “I fixed my fur, wore a dress, put on makeup, the latter two are things I never do. And all because I wanted him to think I’m pretty.” Judy laughed humorlessly, “Talk about embarrassing.”

Nick tried to remember what Judy had looked like before she had fallen into that puddle but he hadn’t gotten close enough to get a good look before she tripped. He tried to remind himself that Judy hadn’t dressed up specifically for him but he couldn’t help feeling flattered.

“That’s not embarrassing it’s sweet,” Fru Fru insisted. “Speaking of sweet, you look so cute. Come on let’s go show you off.”

           Nick quickly stood up and stepped away from the door, casually leaning against the wall like he hadn’t been eavesdropping. The door opened and Fru Fru stepped out, smiling up at Nick before she stepped back to let Judy walk out.

Nick wasn’t sure what they had used, maybe a towel or a bed sheet, but Judy came out in what looked to be a homemade ivory robe. It was draped over one of her shoulders, leaving the other bare. He noticed that she had washed out her fur, the gray now glossy and damp.

Judy looked up at him, shrugging in a bashful manner as if to say: “What can you do?”

Fru Fru spoke, “What do you think, Nick?”

“Uh…” he trailed off, “It’s okay, I guess?”

Judy’s ears drooped though her expression remained unbothered, Fru Fru, however, scowled, “Okay? You guess?”

She scurried over and kicked at Nick’s shin, the fox backed away surprised by the shrew’s perniciousness. “Don’t kick, Fru!”

“Then tell her she’s pretty,” she pouted.

“No, it’s fine,” Judy insisted. “Let’s go ahead and get back to the wedding.”

“You go ahead, Juju,” Fru Fru replied, still glaring up at Nick. “I want to have a talking to with this fox.”

Judy glanced at Nick before obeying, walking down the hall and out of sigh.

           Nick looked down at the shrew with slight amusement, “You already have a nickname for her?”

“I like her,” Fru Fru stated. “She’s a sweet rabbit and you’re lucky to have her.”

“But keyword there, Fru, she’s a rabbit. A fox and a rabbit can’t be a thing.”

“If that were true you’d still have your clock on.”

Nick rubbed his bare wrist, “…”

“At least try to get to know her,” Fru Fru asserted. “Especially considering she’s the only reason my daddy hasn’t iced you.”

“Good point,” Nick replied and followed the shrew out of the hall and out to the wedding.

           Said wedding was being hosted on a large round table, fancy dressed shrews dancing around and enjoying fancy cut cake, all the while surrounded by Mr. Big’s sharp dressed polar bears. Judy was standing by Mr. Big who was enjoying a small goblet of wine as he talked to the rabbit. Fru Fru was already back on the table and rushing to a shrew who could only be her new husband. Nick glanced away when the two shared a passionate kiss.

“Here,” Judy had suddenly appeared by his side, holding a small plate between her fingers, on said plate was an even smaller slice of cake. “They insisted.”

“Thanks?” he mumbled, taking the plate and trying to figure out how to eat it. He took the miniscule fork that came along with it and holding it between two claws he forked a piece and very carefully placed it on his tongue. It was sweet. “Huh.”

Judy smiled at his surprised expression, “It’s good, huh?”

“Yeah,” Nick quickly finished the cake before placing the empty plate and fork on one of the rodent sized tables.

           He and Judy stood beside the table, watching the shrews dance to the wedding music, Nick mainly watched Fru Fru dance with her husband, taking note of just how freaking happy she looked. With a start the fox realized he was jealous!


           Judy was rubbing her fingers across the fabric of her makeshift dress. Unlike her sundress that had only went past her knees this dress went down to her ankles.

“Hey,” Nick suddenly spoke, catching her attention.

Judy looked up at him, “Yeah?”

“Let’s dance.”

Judy’s eyebrows rose, “Excuse me?”

Her words sent Nick’s ears pressed against his skull and he glanced away, “I mean…there’s not really anything else to do to kill the time. I for one don’t want to eat all their wedding cake.”

“You…want to dance with me?” Judy asked in disbelief. Not too long ago he wanted to be anywhere but near her.

“Well…I more want to thank you…for saving my life back there…” Nick ran his paws over his ears in a flustered manner. “And I figured…you would want to…”

“Dance with you,” she finished for him.

Nick nodded, “Yeah.”

Judy smirked at his discomfort and then reached out to grab his paw; it was pleasantly warm compared to the cool room. “Sure.”

           She pulled Nick away from the table to give them room before interlocking their fingers together. With her other paw Judy grabbed his forearm, unable to reach his shoulder. Nick was tense in her grip, his posture awkward.

“You have to hold my waist,” she told him.

“I know,” he replied, his voice just as flustered as his expression before he grabbed her waist, his grip tighter than necessary but Judy decided not to say anything.

Her ears twitched as she listened to the ballroom tune that was playing, picking up the tempo and she started to move, making sure to match it. Nick kept his eyes on their feet and Judy couldn’t help a chuckle.

“Have you never danced before?”

“I’ve actually gotten quite a few compliments on my dancing skill,” he said in all seriousness, his eyes still on the floor.

Judy’s brow furrowed. She wondered if one of those compliments came from the vixen he was supposed to be on a date with. “So what’s stopping you now?”

“You’re distracting,” Nick muttered, glancing at Judy’s face before turning his eyes back to the floor.

She wondered if she was distracting in a good or bad way. “You know, you didn’t have to thank me for keeping Mr. Big from icing you.”

“Yes I did,” Nick was starting to get the rhythm of the music and looked up at her, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did,” Judy replied firmly. “You’re my soul mate, Nick. Whether you like it or not.”

Nick looked at her for a few moments, his expression unreadable, before he spoke again: “Do you like it?”

Judy thought that question over before answering, “I think I could.” She then chuckled softly, making Nick frown.


“I had four things I imagined my soul mate would be like,” she replied. “And you met three of those requirements.”

Nick stared at her in surprise, “How?”

She smiled, “I always liked red fur, and green eyes, and you’re tall…or at least, to me you are.”

The fox’s ears flushed red, “What was the last requirement?”

“That he would respect that I’m a cop.”

“Ah…that makes sense…sorry.”
Judy let out a sigh as the music stopped and she slipped out of Nick’s grip. She didn’t notice the fox’s disappointed look. “It’s fine, you wouldn’t be the first to not believe me.”

           Her eyes had trailed to her feet, Nick bent down to meet her eye, he offered a hesitant grin, “I think it’s pretty neat-a bunny cop.”

Judy’s ears pricked up in surprise, “You do?”

“Yeah, it’s definitely not something you see every day.”

Judy smiled at him, feeling her own ears heat up. Suddenly a ring tone had Nick straightening up and pulling his phone out of his pocket.  

“Who is it?” she asked, seeing the fox’s strained expression.

“Marble…the vixen.”

The one he had wanted to go on a date with. “Oh…” she said, feeling her ears fall. “You should-you should answer it. Poor thing probably thinks you stood her up.”

Nick looked at her with uncertainty but Judy waved her paw, “It’s fine. I’m going to go find a bathroom.” She turned and headed for the door, walking out into the vacant hall, trying to get a hold of herself. Yes, so Nick danced with her and said he thought it was cool she was a cop. No big deal. So what? He was talking to some vixen, Judy was sure she was very pretty, and Nick was already apologizing her and charming her into agreeing to another date-

           “Carrots!” Nick’s voice suddenly called out.

Judy turned, expecting to see the fox walking after her, instead he was standing right before her. Judy started in surprise, trying to take a step back only to trip over the hem of her gown, her arms flailed as gravity started to win but then Nick had shot his arms out and grabbed her waist, holding her against him to keep her from falling.

The act caused Judy to end up incredibly close to the fox’s muzzle, her eyes were wide when she spoke, “Th-thanks.”

“No problem,” he replied, swallowing as if his throat was dry. His eyes were on Judy’s lips.

Judy glanced away, painfully aware of Nick’s tight grip, “So what did…what did Marble say?”

“I wouldn’t know. I didn’t answer.”

Judy looked back at him, wanting to speak but Nick’s lips were far too close and his eyes were still on her mouth and Judy had never kissed a fox before, wasn’t even sure a bunny could physically kiss a fox. But she was willing to give it a try.

Nick’s muzzle edged closer, his lips slightly parted as if in question and Judy met him halfway. Their lips touched and Judy’s heart nearly burst out of her chest. Her paws went up and clutched the fox’s shoulders as he tasted her.

Judy had kissed boys before, wanting to see what the big fuss was, wanting to actually be good at it for when she got married. But none of those kisses had been anything like this, had been perfect liked this. She loved the way Nick tasted, how he held her waist between firm paws, how she heard a longing whimper crawl up his throat.

All too soon he pulled away, his breath coming in fast pants, Judy’s lips warm and tingling.

“Wow,” was all she managed to say.

“Yeah,” Nick replied, breathless. “Wow.”


           Eventually Nick left Tundra Town with Judy. Fru Fru’s knowing smirk burning his back as they left the wedding.

Even though they had been offered a ride they decided to walk, despite the cold. Judy was once again in her freshly clean sun dress, her paw shyly holding Nick’s own. He decided he liked the size difference between them.

           They had just walked out of the chilling part of Zootopia when a voice spoke up: “Nicholas.”

His eyes widened when he saw Marble from across the street. He felt Judy’s grip on his paw tense up. The vixen wore a nice skirt and blouse, her expression annoyed as she crossed the street to stand before him and Judy.

“If you couldn’t make it you could have at least called,” she said in a slight growl. She didn’t take notice of Judy who looked incredibly uncomfortable.

“Sorry,” Nick replied. “Got distracted.”

“Hmm,” she said disbelievingly. “Well, I still have some free time if you still want to go out to eat.”

“Sorry, but I have other plans,” he replied with a smile.

Marble blinked in surprise, “Other plans?”

           Nick pulled his paw out of Judy’s to wrap his arm around the rabbit and pressing her against his side.

Nick grinned down at Judy’s big violet eyes, “I have a date with my soul mate.”