Kaitoumiko: Hello, everyone! Finally got around to posting a fic. er...let's hope I finish it.

Yamato: One miracle at a time.

Kaitoumiko: Shut up, you. Do the Disclaimer.

Yamato: -rolls eyes- She does not own Digimon or Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland or any version of wonderland to begin with.

Kaitoumiko: Obviously AU and a bit OOC.....

Yamato: A bit?

Kaitoumiko: Oh! I almost forgot! Taito and Daiken—and other random couplings.

Taichi: You forgot to mention cross-dressing. Enjoy.

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Yamato in Wonderland

Of duty and procrastination

Yamato was staring drearily out the window wondering why the hell he had to do homework. He condemned the fool who thought that homework would instill worldly understanding unto the poor innocent victims who could not get enough of the damn subject during class.

"Damn teachers," he grumbled to himself, seeing as he was alone in his apartment. "Who the hell uses trig?"

He turned his attention from the window to glare at the unopened math book across the room, sitting stubbornly in the same place it had been lounging at for three days. The blond walked up to the math book begrudgingly, plopping down on his chair.

He wished he were a super genius or at least a freak that could psychically finish homework by staring at a book. Being neither, he tired of the staring contest he was having with the math book—and much to his chagrin losing. He opted to toss it under his bed, where it found solace in the company of Physics.

It wasn't his fault that all the subjects he was taking were dull, boring and complicated. Yamato sighed brushing stray locks from his face. He was bored. Nothing to do and no one to talk to. Not that he would want to talk to anyone anyway, he thought leering in the direction of his textbooks.

Standing up, he decided he had a very important date with the television, now that his schedule was open. Unfortunately that proved utterly dull, as nothing good is ever on TV on Sunday. Yet he couldn't quite bring himself to change the channel after having thrown the remote across the room when he had realized it was Sunday afternoon and all that lay in his wake were cheesy 80's movies and infomercials. Regrettably, he had chosen to throw his remote at the moment the "Revo" hair style infomercial started blaring.

His eyes had by now glazed over and unfocused stared in the general direction of the television. He had started to button and unbutton the bottom button of his burgundy shirt incessantly trying to ignore the bad acting of the "real life" testimonials.

"I should go on that to prove you don't need to buy a stupid brush to have great hair" he muttered to the TV. "You're just born with it." Much too annoyed at the program to realize how narcissistic he sounded.

Finally he got tired of staring at the dumb thing, especially since the bastards had purchased the next time slot as well, meaning he was going to have to sit through the horrible thing again. So that being said, he decided to go for a stroll, having been cooped up all day finally taken its toll.

Yamato looked at himself in the mirror making sure he looked decent. He cringed; smoothing the wrinkles he had acquired from sitting on the couch way to long in the same position, and then made sure his hair was in place before kicking on his shoes and locking the door behind him.

The fresh breeze actually felt refreshing—at least at first—in comparison to the stuffy apartment he had just exited. He paused a bit considering where exactly he should be walking to deciding he should go to the park. It being the only place he could go and loiter legally.

By the time he finally had gotten to the park he realized it was kinda chilly and was muttering something about crazy inconsistent fall weather when a boy with indigo locks and the weirdest getup he'd ever seen ran into him sending them both tumbling forward in a tangled mess. "I'm late!"

"You should at least—"Yamato propped himself up with his elbows to stare at the boy who was sprawled on top of him; actually taking the time to really look at the boy. That's when all thought left him as he noticed said boy was wearing white bunny ears, only to realize that he had white bunny ears.

"Oh no, I'm late!!" the bunny boy panicked staring at his large pocket watch. Yamato stared at the boy dumbly as the prior attempted to untangle himself from the latter. Bunny boy turned to look at Yamato muttering an apology before taking off in a mad dash toward the bridge.

"Since when do boys have bunny ears?" the blond contemplated "Wait!" he shouted pelting after him.

Unfortunately for Yamato the fates were against him. Something he should have realized before curiosity got the better of him.

to be continued...

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Kaitoumiko: Well that was short. Oh and I don't own that Revo thing. Remember it is AU, please don't eat me. -cowers- I have no idea what tv is really like in Japan and it works out anyway--in the story I mean...sort of at least? ...wait a minute--

silence

Kaitoumiko: Hey where did everyone go? -walks in on Taichi and Yamato-

Kaitoumiko: I thought I told you that you were going to help me!

-drags Yamato off of Taichi-

Yamato: Why don't you go get Ken! He's—

Kaitoumiko: He's busy with Daisuke.

Yamato: And we weren't?

Taichi: Review, please. (whispers) But be nice because she's a crybaby.

Kaitoumiko: -glares- And just when I was considering letting Yama go... -looks around innocently-

Taichi: Wait! no, er, just kidding?