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This story is a work of fiction. The events described are imaginary, and the characters are fictitious and not intended to represent specific living persons. Any similarity to real events or persons is purely coincidental.

Note: This story has been updated...alot. It's been years since I've been on here so I'm rewriting things.

My mother had bought me a rabbit. Cute...adorable...fluffy...and adventurous. That's right, adventurous. Mom didn't quite understand that when you buy a rabbit for your wonderful teenage daughter who is the light of your miserable existence (this daughter is not Cherry, she-whose-name-is-a-sexual-joke, Cherry, but Calla who is much more fabulous), you don't leave that rabbit out of its cage in said daughter's room alone.

Luckily, my closet door was closed, my books were high on my bookshelf, and the...er...really important things were locked in my drawers. My unfortunate pillow and everything else? Well, it's safe to say that that little bunny was out for blood. They didn't stand a chance.

And neither will my mom.

The rabbit tore up my Yaoi doujinshi. No one tears up my doujinshi. No one. Not even Mom, who doesn't even approve of such things and normally has no trouble destroying things she doesn't approve of.

I pulled the comics away, setting them on one of the higher shelves before whistling.

"Inky! Here boy!"

Inky, my enormous and enormously loyal dog, thundered up the stairs and to my room. I smiled evilly before turning to him.

"How do you feel about rabbits?" I asked him.

Inky's ears perked up as he spotted his quarry and he turned to me, eyes shining with elation before giving chase.

That was when the rabbit cussed me out.