Yuki - A Bunny's Obsession (Short story) | Patreon Exclusive (Patreon)

Once upon a time, the mighty kingdom that the fox had so humbly built had become divided. Decades after the fox had made his way to the top of the kingdom, and even after the mighty fox had somehow been tamed by the fawn, the skies had warm snow littering the air, as unwelcome guests so rudely invited themselves into our heavens above. This is what started the divide, between the arrogant fox, and the timid rabbits. The lovely visitors demanded an answer for the foxes kingdom, and that kingdom didn’t know what to choose. The fox and those that followed his luxurious coat believed there was nothing to fear from the scaly invaders, while those with more peaceful heads on their shoulders wished to avoid confrontation, wanting to take their leave and move into their bright and sunny forest. Of course, the king fox would scoff at those soft eared animals trying to escape, but found no need to stop them. Even with a leash held by a fawn, he had yet been humbled to the point of valuing others aside from his love. And so with his stubborn feet firmly planted in the ground, he turned his back on those that wanted to make a home elsewhere. Those that wanted safety rather than creating it themselves. Even the fox would admit though, the mark shined bright on their cheeks.

While the fox may not have respect for their cowardice, he wasn’t blinded by his arrogance to the level of not seeing the potential in them. Their leadership was obviously strong if they were able to divide his kingdom in half. And so, led by two bunnies with a carrot on their cheek, the fox had lost half his people to the maw of the hopeful forest. And sadly, thus brings our attention away from the attention seeking fox, and towards those bright, hopeful rabbits. Of course they weren’t all bunnies. The bearers of the carrot marks had the sharpest tongues, even without lies they were able to bring their points across many ears. And so many of the animal kingdom followed them to the possibility of safety through the forest.

And this was the start of their journey, not yet the end. The forest happily and safely guided them to the lands of the unexplored, the bunnies taking no time at all to pounce on the opportunity, setting up their new home directly outside the forest, as if to pay respects, to guard, or maybe just because they were homesick and wanted a reminder of their old refuge. In the coming years, those rabbits had erupted a new kingdom from the soil of an unknown land, in a land that felt foreign. This land seemed to want to push back against the animals, yet with the firm leaderships of the founders, or even perhaps a bit of stubbornness, they resisted the urge to retreat, at the price of their essence itself.

Instead of falling into despair, indecision, or worry, the new kingdom found wonders in this new land, and the founders took no time at all to settle themselves, and indulge themselves in their new surroundings, finding obsessions of their own. The lovely pink bunny was enthralled by all the new flora, quickly finding the need to create more, and to collect them all. While the white rabbit had another idea, taking inspiration from his own roots, mixed with the newfound obsession of his love, he wanted to give back, and help those in need. He took no time at all to take the concept that started in his land, and put it towards this new land, holding a monopoly on the concept. The bunny quickly became hungry for knowledge, hunting for all the new possibilities from a new land, taking advantage of the knowledge of his past home, mixed with his new home. This bunny, using this new obsession in combination with his love’s obsession, was able to create treats able to save lives.

During this time, the two bunnies would let their animal kingdom rule and expand their new land, these two explored the new one, allowing each other's obsessions to fester in a symbiotic relationship. The white bunny gathered new ingredients for his cooking, while the pink bunny gathered her precious obsession, learning how to care for each of them. The white bunny found new ideas, new thoughts, and an entire new perception of his hobby from his past home, while the pink bunny found all the ways to keep her obsessions safe, how to keep them strong in any condition, and how to replicate the ways to reproduce each gift. Through their journeys they found many strange faces, humorously noting that all faces looked the same, with ears as short as their tempers seemed to be.

The new world they joined seemed almost as grim as the world they left, but unlike the previous world, this world they could make an impact on. Whether the impact be with colorful drinks or pretty weeds, the two traveled. Only until the two had made it from one side of the world to the other, had the new home finally seem peaceful.

At the end, with a satisfying job well done, finally they decided it was time to retire. To come back home and finally relax in the new home they had founded. When they returned, of course their were open paws from all their kingdom welcoming them home, an empire built up, each animal with their own castle, so no longer would tyranny remain. As what the bunnies understood was that, strength and wit was not the end all be all. There were many reasons as to why an animal could want to live or lead. Reasons that may not lead violence, or need for strong bucks, sometimes people would just prefer peace, others may prefer lives of ignorance, to live and lead in happiness, rooted in no deeper plan or meaning. And so the bunnies didn’t take their crowns back as the founders with the carrot’s on their cheek, instead they split the crown into many fragments, and shared them across the land.

And thus leads us upon the fated time, a time where one story nears its end, and another is only just begun. The two love bunnies, retired from their adventures, and finally settled into the burrow they call home, ready to start the last chapter on their once upon a time, while another two bunnies cried into their own once upon a time. The leaders of their kingdoms finally had kits of their own, the pink bunny held the innocent bundle in her paws, while the white bunny cradled the other bundle in his own. The time had finally come upon itself, even if only once, as life was brought into this kingdom. Both bundles of joy having their own carrots on their cheeks as all the kingdom had some kind of birthmark.

The spawns that emerged as a white haired bunny, and a pink haired bunny with a hint of mint, their personalities showcasing even this early, as the pink haired kit cried for their mother, hiding in any arms they were cradled in, while the white haired kit was already adventurous, crawling all over the place to the pink haired bunny’s dismay, and the white haired bunny’s humor. Years pass, and the kits turn to young bunnies, their personalities standing the rest of time as the bunnies of many moons played in the meadow the mother bun had painstakingly created since retirement. The anniversary of the bunnies' new moons dating the same anniversary of the meadow, tending to it as if it was the mother’s third kitten. The white haired youngin always seemed to be the one chasing, doing all the active activities, the one bouncing around, while the pink haired youngin seemed to shyly bounce behind them, following them as far as they could, being as strong as their fear would let them, but always with a smile on their face, their twin giving them that strength to smile.

This would continue for many moons, the pink youngin always watching, even if from afar, admiring their more courageous counterpart, whether hiding behind the pink bunny’s dress, the white bunny’s coat, or even wrapped in their counterpart’s scarf. Though scared, the pink youngin always watched, taking in information, learning from both parent’s obsessions, allowing for their own to fester. This obsession was fully able to take root in the youngin’s mind as their counterpart was robbed from them, taken by the looming forest past the safe meadow the pink youngin called their haven. Even with the strength of the white youngin’s hand, the magnetic pool of their home was too strong for the pink youngin, separating the pair that were inseparable since birth.

This event is what grew the weeds for that pink youngin. Without their counterpart, this youngin for once in their life, was alone, left alone with their own thoughts, able to finally take all their observations and put them into motion. While the separation at first was brief, as the moons circled, disappeared, reappeared, and passed, as did the youngins, being separated more at a time. While the white youngin made friends with the forest and their inhabitants, always excited to come home and tell stories of their adventures of the magnetic forest, the pink youngin was left to observe, study, and eventually replicate. Everytime the inseparable separated, the pink youngin would look more and more different, the obsession that had once festered as a simple weed, had flourished into a beautiful flower, a gift to some, a terror to others. Until the flower finally bloomed into a blossom so great, so bright, some would have to look away from the flames of its obsession.

The obsession had finally bloomed into the blood lily it was being led to be, fed by the obsession of its parents, and cradled by what gives the youngin the strength to smile. A smile that burned brighter than the flames surrounding it, a smile that gained its purpose as the inseparable became entangled for one last time, the smile too bright, too vibrant, too much of an inferno that it shed away the vines that kept the two together, burning away the glue, melting the precious bond that was felt, leaving it only one sided, as incomplete, as the pink youngin was finally, truly, alone. For now of course.

The pink youngin would grow up to make many friends, though none would make that youngin smile as deep as the bunny craved their counterpart. The same could be said for the white youngin though, with flames as bright as the one the bunny’s counterpart produced, the white youngin created their own smile, their own flames, and found refuge towards the magnets. The once pristine and hopeful passageway for the animal kingdom, forever closed off as the forest took on the smile of the white youngin, and all that entails with it. All of the smile’s pain, it’s trauma, it’s vengeance, it’s torment, it’s inferno. The animals the youngin once called friends, remained friends, twisted with their own smiles as they tried to comfort their friend. Though, no matter how many moons pass, those smiles may never fade until the counterparts become whole once again. Maybe then, and only then, will the two bunnies live happily ever after~