Maka's Adventures in Wonderland
Chapter 1: Down the Rabbit Hole
A Soul Eater Fanfic
Disclaimer/the obvious stuff: Don't own Soul Eater, Alice in Wonderland, etc.
It was a warm, summer day, the kind of weather you associate with picnics and frolicking in the fields. I could see the far stretches my father's property; the rolling verdant hills, the crisp stream where fish lazily swam, and the garden…
Where my father was waving like a maniac…
"MAKA SWEETHEART~! COME TO PAPA! I HAVE A SPECIAL SURPRISE FOR YOU!" he hollered.
I sigh. Spirit Albarn, my dad, was a womanizer who loved spending his money on one night stands and alcohol. In fact, those characteristics caused my mom to divorce him, four years after my birth. Yet, as strange as it sounds, he still loves me like any other father, if anything a little too much. Put some emphasis on the "little", though. He tries to make it up to me by giving me a huge allowance, my own floor in our villa, a personal maid, and other "little" things. Usually, I feel slightly better with these compromises, but today my dad has decided to have quality bonding time.
So. Here I am. Currently, I'm trying to stand as far away (100 feet away) as I can from my overly enthusiastic father. I've accomplished this by sitting at the banks of a small stream, while he's sitting in the on a checkered blanket. It's safe to say that he went overboard with the picnic since I can see the basket towering over the flowers in the garden.
"MAKA HONEY! PLEASE COMEEEEEEE~!"he yells again. Well, here I go.
"Coming, dad!" I shout. I stand and brush off the dirt on my skirt. Then, I walk towards my father, with a fake smile plastered across my face. Of course, he buys it without a second thought, and almost faints with happiness. He's way too easy to please. By the time I get there, he has finished unpacking the contents of his picnic basket. I see food taking up almost all the space on the blanket; sandwiches, chips, salad, vegetable platters (handpicked from the garden, courtesy of me).
"Dad, you realize there are just two people attending this picnic, right?" I ask.
"Well, as I was preparing out lunch, I couldn't remember what foods you specifically liked, so I decided to pack everything!" Ah. That explains the ginormous basket.
"That's okay." I reply. Spirit looks relieved and continues to rummage through the contents of the basket. He pulls out a stack of napkins, frowns, and looks back up at me.
"Maka, I think I forgot to pack my super special desert and some drinks. I'll be right back!" he says.
He skips back into the villa, with the huge basket. As soon as he's out of sight, I began to stroll through the garden. Like most of the property, the garden is extravagant, filled with herbs, flowers, vegetables, fruit trees and bushes, and ornamental trees. Scents float around, making me feel calm. However, I find only one place truly soothing in the garden, which is by the willow tree. The tree has stood in the same place for many generations, before the construction of the Albarn Villa. Yet, it still stands, strong against the forces of nature, sheltering me from the sun's rays. I sit by the tree, my back on the trunk of the tree and stretch out my legs. Even with the willow's shade, you can feel the warmth from the sun, kissing my skin. I gradually become drowsy, and a nap becomes a brilliant idea. My dad should be back soon, and I'm sure that he'll wake me up when he comes back. My eyes close, and I feel myself drift into sleep. That is, until I hear someone grumbling loudly while stomping up to me. I hear the person kneel beside me and yank my hand.
"We're late! We have to go, Maka!" someone complains. I groan and cover my ears.
"I'm sleeping dad…" I mutter. Wait. That doesn't sound like dad. He'd be prancing about while singing praises to me, instead of impatient. I open one of my eyes and gasp.
"Holy shit!" Pardon my French, but that was all I could muster at the time. In front of me was a tall teenage(?) guy, decked out in a white suit with a red shirt. He had white hair, but not the kind you associate with old people. It was more of a stark white color, the purest of shades. It was messy and pulled back with a red headband. And his eyes, oh god. They were a crimson red, alluring and staring at me, only a few inches from my face. He was handsome, yes, but that's not what caused me to use such improper language. On the top of his head was a set of bunny ears, which seemed to be twitching with anger. I couldn't help but to brush my hand into his ears, just to check if they were real. I gasped and then punched the stranger in the face.
Sorry, let me explain why I did this. My dad's rather paranoid, so he sent me various martial arts classes to "make sure I'm prepared for the real world". So in my 17 years in life, I've mastered aikido, judo, Krav Maga, and other forms of martial arts.
Anyway, the guy/bunny let a string of curses and glared at me. He didn't even flinch!
"Why the hell did you do that?! I'm just here to escort you!"
"To where? A human trafficking warehouse? I bet you're one of those pimps who lure young, dignified woman such as myself in your traps!"
The stranger snorted.
"As if anyone would kidnap a flat chested girl like you! You have some nerve to call yourself dignified and punch an innocent man as myself in the face."
"You are a complete stranger who wanders into my family property and stomps up to me, tugs my arm, and tells me I'm late for something!" I retort. The bunny dude then mutters something under his breath about women. Then, he grabs a hold of my waist, and throws me across his shoulder (i.e the stereotypical kidnapper grab-a-girl-and-run pose) and, you guessed it, starts to run.
"Let me go!" I yell.
"I sincerely apologize." he sarcastically replies. In a few strides, he's already across the garden and heading to the woods. I struggle, hoping that slinging me across his shoulder with only one arm makes him weaker. Unfortunately, the bunny dude is a lot stronger than he looks, and runs quickly for a guy in a suit. My training kicks in and I slam the palm of my hand into his neck. He cusses, but is still sprinting towards the woods. Damnit, he's way too fit. So, I decide to kick him in the groin, for obvious reasons. Again, there's no reaction besides some more curses. I scream from frustration. After all those classes, I'm still no match against perverts who kidnap innocent girls. The dude cringes and scrunches up his perfect features.
"AGHHH! Watch it, girl! The ears!" he angrily shouts. Hmm… a weakness against loud sounds. I guess that makes sense, because of those ears. I begin to yell and scream every insult known to man in English, Spanish, and Japanese (I am half Japanese, by the way). The bunny fella looks really uncomfortable, but STILL sprints through the forest. After a while, we arrive at a hole in the middle of the ground. I look at it, and see multiple possibilities; a secret drug cartel HQ, a prostitution ring, etc. The stranger looks at me in the eye and snorts.
"Sheesh, you are way too vulgar for a well-educated girl the red queen claims that you are." I can't help but to glare at him and give him the middle finger.
"Wait, what queen?" I say confused. Great, some I'm being kidnapped by a lunatic with bunny ears. Someone, anyone, please tell me this is a dream.
He ignores my question and redirects his glance to the hole we, erm, he stands by. "Whatever, down the rabbit hole we go!" he hollers with fake enthusiasm. He leaps into the hole, still holding onto to me.
We plunge into the darkness, and I can't help it. I hold on to the bunny guy with all my strength, and scream.
(A/N After taking down my 2014 Alice in Wonderland themed calendar, I somehow saw Soul as the white rabbit, and this story was born. :P)