1. I Know what I am. I just choose to ignore it.
Usagi Miyamoto didn't know what he was.
Well, that's a lie.
He just pretended not to know.
He knew he was a short-haired, white rabbit. A rabbit with big almond shape eyes. A bipedal rabbit that stood around five foot and four inches who weighed around a hundred and forty-five pounds, give or take. An intelligent rabbit who could form words, think critically, and use tools like a human. A rabbit who could speak and write in both Japanese and English. A rabbit who was surprisingly good at using the katana. He really did know what he was, if he was honest with himself.
Usagi knew that he didn't belong in this world. He wasn't natural. He knew this.
He was a freak.
A monster.
Sometimes, however, Usagi would just pretend he was normal.
There were days where Usagi was far from large, bustling cities, and quiet small towns filled with humans, and he was just by himself.
Usagi would pretend that he didn't know he was a monster.
But then, Usagi would need to get gas for his van. He would need to get data cards for his phone that got shit reception. He would need to restock on supplies. He would need to get car parts. He would need to figure out new ways to earn cash instead of just stealing on what he needed. And Usagi would find himself spending a few weeks or even a few months in one place filled with humans. And he would remember. Usagi would remember he does know what he was.
Usagi had made a few friends over the years. Human friends of course. He was alone, after all. There was no one else like him.
Generous friends that wire him money. Friends who would offer a bed for the night when he came and visit. Kind friends that almost made Usagi forget what he really was.
And really, any human was Usagi's friend if they kept his existence a secret.
Usagi knew he was alone, that he was the only one of his kind.
Usagi was his own breed of freak, and if he was honest with himself, it hurt like hell to know he was alone.
So, Usagi didn't know what he was.
He was normal.