Anyhoo I think this has to be rated M or M just cause DW is pretty heavy stuff and I'm staying true to the source material, so in the offchance someone has come here assuming the Rating is just for adult situations... you'd be half right, the other half being Brutal violence and other plainly messed up stuff. (poor Owl, nobody deserves finding something like that out twice)

Disclaimer: Although I do not own Deadman Wonderland I'd pay lots of theoretical money to buy it.

This fic will include OC's but be assured they are either temporary or The story's Antagonists.

Massive spoilers! If you have come here from watching the anime be warned! this takes place beyond currently known canon (then again, at the rate the anime is skipping stuff this warning will soon be unnecessary)

Prologue

2 weeks ago

Though the theme-park prison was closed down and investigative teams scoured it's ruins for secrets, in the depths of Deadman Wonderland a small area remained untouched by the devastation that had befallen the rest of the area. This was the true inner sanctum of the seemingly young Director of the prison. The room was mostly sparse, nothing inhabited the space aside from the lavish four poster bed and set of chairs near the room's centre. It was here that Deadman Wonderland's most guarded secret, and most dangerous inhabitant, lay sleeping peacefully.

The white haired girl was the very image of serenity in her unconscious state, though many who'd seen the Wretched Egg truly 'awake' would have either turned tail and ran or desperately tried to use the opportunity to destroy her. The room was silent save for her steady breathing.

A frown crossed the Wretched Egg's sleeping face, and the girl stirred. Her eyelids gently slid open revealing pale red orbs, she did not move and simply looked at the ceiling. For a moment the young girl wondered why she had awoken, the lullaby still sang hypnotically in her head, forever beckoning her to accursed slumber and though it no longer held the power it once did over her, the song still continued to carry out it's purpose. She sensed, rather than heard, a presence to her right and realised that the same feeling of being observed was what had woken her. The Wretched Egg allowed her gaze to lazily fall upon the silent figure who'd woken her, it's eyes were an almost liquid black which continued, unblinking, to watch her.

"Ah, so you've finally appeared…"

"…A little too late it seems." The figure's voice identified it as male.

"Why are you here?"

"I came to stop you , from waking, from breaking your cage… but it is too late for that."

The Wretched Egg sighed gently and sat up, twisting to face him.

"If you realize that then why come here? You don't think you can change my mind do you?"

The man turned away from her and paced slightly away from the bed.

"I… No, only you can change the path you are taking. But you won't, you're too close now, even I can feel it."

The white haired girl tilted head toward the ceiling and closed her eyes in thought, the person before her was a strange one, mayb-

"I just came to say goodbye."

The Wretched Egg's eyes flicked open. She was not going to ignore a declaration like that, not when it had such a tone of finality.

"Do you know something?"

The man remained silent, his head bowed.

The Wretched Egg had no patience for this, this man would only come here and say that for one of two reasons; the first was if he was going to die, which she found inconceivable, the second... she needed to know, so she invoked a curse.

"_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _" *

The figure's head snapped round violently, one visible eye fixing her with a now crazed light. It was golden, the pupil just a small dot.

The Wretched Egg tensed, the word she had spoken was dangerous, even for her. The person in front of her was one of the few truly unpredictable beings in existence and in her current state he posed a serious threat, not that he or anything else could kill her, but she suspected he could make death almost preferable.

After a few seconds of strained silence she spoke again.

"What do you know that you think merits a farewell?"

She was surprised when he burst out laughing.

"Know? I don't know anything. I just have an idea on how this game of yours will play out."

The white haired girl looked at him blankly "You think the director's plan will fail?"

"Keh! don't make me laugh, I think that man sees the strings connecting you to him and has convinced himself he is the one doing the pulling."

The Wretched Egg allowed herself a small smile.

"Then what of my goal? You think my plan will not work?"

The man chuckled darkly "No, not at all! I think everything will go according to keikaku **... I just think your plan will work too well."

The Wretched Egg raised an eybrow.

"How so? As we speak Igarashi Ganta is moving to kill me and he will not allow anyone else to try because of his obligation to stop his beloved Shiro. I am both his most precious person and most hated enemy, so he has decided that he and he alone must be the one to end this... All in ignorance that he holds the key to my freedom. In his grief and anger Ganta will strike a blow that will sever my ties to the Mother Goose system and ensure I will never be caged again."

"I see, what if I were to tell you that the director is currently trying to take Ganta's body for himself in order to disable the system manually?"

The Wretched Egg was unfazed by this information.

"An unimportant event. Even if that man succeeds in taking Ganta's body he will not be able to keep it. Just as I have overpowered Shiro and taken control, Ganta will oust the director and take charge when the time comes."

"...And that is why I said goodbye."

"I do not see what you mean."

"I know you don't, because you are unable to. You can see Ganta's feelings toward you, but you cannot percieve their magnitude... Regardless, I have said my piece and will take my leave."

The Wretched Egg turned her gaze back toward the ceiling "No matter what you say, there will be no outcome other than Ganta trying to kill me, and releasing me."

"Ma'am I am a heretic. Believing in what I've been told not to is just in my nature."

The Wretched Egg dropped her gaze again to reply, but found herself to be alone in her silent room.

The white haired girl lay down yet again. Although intrigued by her conversation she was unworried by it.

She consigned herself yet again to slumber, content that soon she would be free...

Even though her shared heart wrenched unnoticed, as the imprisoned Shiro cried out.

GANTAAA!

Man, it's good to be back! Right then, Deadman Wonderland is a brilliantly dark series and I'm surprised there are not more fics for it. So I'll do my bit.

Apologies for the obscure style, but I kinda need the guy to remain unknown just now, it's a nightmare to write a long convorsation with an anonymous character. In the next chapter we'll see what Ganta is up to and how the Wretched Egg's plan went.

* Egg/Shiro is saying a name here but since I'm attempting to be mysterious I've 'muted' her.

** 'according to keikaku' just means according to plan but it's part of a meme so I thought it'd be funny to include