Author's Note: I was surprised when I looked through the Kuroshitsuji archive and saw that no one had actually written the complete fanfiction of Ciel in Wonderland. After seeing all the fanart and even one or two doujinshi of the parody, I believed there were probably ten or more different written versions of it. For now I'm unaware of any fanfiction on this site that is a Kuroshitsuji-Wonderland parody, and from what I know of this is the first Ciel in Wonderland fic on the site.

Disclaimer: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is property of Lewis Carroll. The original idea and concept of 'Ciel in Wonderland' and the series Kuroshitsuji belong to Yana Toboso.

"William Shakespeare, born in 1564, was an English playwright. His plays were predominantly written in blank verse. He constructed comedies, though most of his work was enigmatic, historical-themed productions and tragedies. Many of his plays were influenced by Greek and Roman culture, such as Julius Caesar and Timon of Athens. He wrote more than one-hundred fifty− Young Master?"

Sebastian shifted his eyes towards said master. Said master's eyes were drooping, and his cheek was propped against his palm.

"Young Master."

Having been roused from his almost-sleep, Ciel's eyes widened ever-so-slightly, and he glanced at Sebastian, almost as if to say, "I'm awake!"

"Please attempt to concentrate on the lesson, Young Master." Sebastian tried, frowning to show his disapproval. "It will do your education ill if you fall asleep as the teacher teaches."

The boy waved his hand nonchalantly, "Continue with the lesson; I'm listening."

"As you wish." There was a certain smile in his teacher's voice. "William Shakespeare also wrote more than one-hundred fifty sonnets −which are, as you know, a poem consisting of fourteen lines and ten syllables that use rhyme schemes− that were published in− Young Master?"

Ciel was dozing off again. His head nodded to the side faintly, and his small chest heaved gently, subtly, almost as final proof that he was asleep. Or at least, he was drifting off down that road...

There was a sigh as Sebastian tinkered around with his pointer. "Young Master... Honestly. How on earth does he expect to learn anything in his condition? He had insisted on spending additional time playing cards and chess late last night and now he's falling asleep during the lesson."

The male reached over the desk with his pointer, positioning its tip so that it raised the boy's chin upwards. Immediately, Ciel's eyes snapped open by the sudden contact of cold metal, and he glowered at his makeshift tutor fiercely.

"Young Master, if you continuously ignore the lesson, you are going to fall even further behind schedule than you already are−"

"I'm just a little tired; I'll be fine. Continue with the lesson," the midnight-haired boy grumbled, pushing the menacing silver of the pointer's tip away. He propped his elbows onto the table, netting his fingers before placing his chin on them.

"Are you to listen this time around?" His tutor smirked at him deviously, messing absently with the pointer in his hands. It wasn't as if Sebastian didn't already know that Ciel was going to be snoozing during the next segment of their lesson, but it was only for the bitter look that Ciel gave him that he even bothered to ask the question.

Ciel straightened his back, blinked and looked as if he were actually paying attention. He picked up his pen, ready to take notes on the words that Sebastian spilled from his lips. And, as if to add even more focus, he looked at Sebastian's face. He stared at the temporary spectacles his tutor wore, immersed in their glow and the reflection of Sebastian scarlet eyes from behind them.

In no time, that was the only thing he was focused on. It was the only thing that he could stare at that would keep him from falling asleep. Even so, he had unknowingly tuned Sebastian's voice out, so actually listening to the lesson was useless.

His eyelids were heavy, but he wasn't going to give way to sleep. At least, not consciously, no. However, Ciel Phantomhive, though he didn't seem to know until it was too late, had gone into a trance. He had fallen asleep with his eyes open, distracted by the unmoving glow on his tutor's spectacles.

Even after all that, Ciel was sure that he was awake. No, he was absolutely positive that he was awake. And because he was so sure of himself and so confident, he was appalled when it looked as if two white rabbit ears protruded from Sebastian's head.

He blinked rapidly, trying to confirm his suspicion of the body part taking over his butler's head, but, to his fear, it didn't disappear. Did Sebastian not feel them? Or was he playing some kind of game with him?

Sebastian twitched all of a sudden, and he reached into his coat, pulling out his pocketwatch. "Hmm... if I continue on like this I'll be late."

Late for what?

Without another word, Sebastian turned around, opened the study's door and left. When the door closed, it disappeared, right along with the butler.

And at that moment, Ciel noticed that he wasn't at his desk in his study anymore. He found himself in a vast, bright green field in the middle of... he had no idea where. There was nothing in sight, just miles upon miles of blowing grass. And upon looking down at himself, he noticed his burgundy jacket-and-pants suit had been replaced with a pale bluish costume and the strangest black and white striped stockings he had ever seen. His high-heeled boots had also been replaced with black, smaller-heeled shoes. And a glossy black bow, wound delicately in his hair, completed the look.

"Sebastian? Sebastian?" he looked around frantically for his tutor, and at the same time tried to calm down and think rationally. By a stroke of luck, he was just in time to see Sebastian crawl down a large rabbit-hole concealed under a hedge.

In a flash, Ciel had followed Sebastian to the rabbit-hole and was contemplating if he should pursue any further.

"What if Sebastian isn't down there...?"

He peered into the outstretched darkness. And of course he had no fear of the darkness, per se, but the rabbit-hole looked small. And if he were to go in, how would he get back out? He knew nothing about this field, or what was down the rabbit-hole. He didn't even know what was going on.

Even if he didn't understand what was going on... (He placed a hand over his eyepatch-covered eye.) he and Sebastian had made a contract, and from what he knew of, their deal was still in play, even in this crazy-looking field and what lay beyond it. Sebastian would (more like, should) be there to protect him no matter what danger was down there.

Sucking in his breath, he decided to take a chance. Without a second thought, Ciel had heaved himself down into the darkness as well.

Sebastian. You better be sure about this.

The dark rabbit-hole went straight down like a tunnel. It made Ciel's stomach churn furiously as he plummeted, and he was absolutely positive (well, almost absolutely positive) he was going to crash onto the ground and die from a fall that was from what seemed like an immense height.

However, he suddenly dipped, and it felt as if the rabbit-hole was either very deep or he was falling very slowly. All the while he was looking right and left at the strange wallpaper on the walls, trying to find the fluffy white of Sebastian's bunny ears that had traveled down before him.

When he looked up, he saw the small circle of light from the world above become smaller and smaller, allowing the darkness to choke him. When he looked to the right, there was a magenta-striped wall, covered with framed-pictures of faces he'd never seen. Or they could have been faces he had seen around England but had never given a second glance or thought to. There were also cupboards filled with anything but cups, and book shelves filled with only books. And then, there were maps of countries and oceans he had never heard of (for example, where was DoDosBurg?) that were half unrolled and thrown every which way.

The left wall was the same. But when he looked down, there was nothing but black.

He had just begun to tire of falling into nothingness and seeing nothing of interest until he felt his feet (and his rear) meet a pile of thick, prickly sticks and leaves. Wincing, Ciel again took to his feet, and to his slight reassurance, he saw Sebastian in the distance, hopping. Sebastian was hopping down another tunnel, gazing at his pocketwatch and murmuring things Ciel couldn't comprehend.

"Sebastian? Wait! Sebastian!" He rushed after the figure, irritated that his butler refused to answer his calls.

The butler disappeared behind a wall, but as soon as Ciel turned the corner, Sebastian was no where to be seen.

He was met with a long, long, long, musty and low-ceilinged hallway. Over the ridiculous stretch of the hallway, there were doors, everywhere. Through common sense, he tried the first few doors, but he frowned and gave up, seeing that they were locked. He walked down the hallways, cursing to himself and trying every door that seemed 'suspicious' enough. It was no use, however; they were all locked.

At one end of the hallway, a three-legged table came into view. As he ran closer towards it, he saw that it was made completely of shining glass. Atop the little table, the only thing there was a tiny golden key.

Just one.

Ciel scowled, his nerves grating further. That key could open any door here! But there was just one.

And so, he went through with the tedious, taxing job of checking each and every door with that little key. But in the end, unfortunately, each lock was either too large (or the key was too small) to fit at all.

"I guess I should try again," he grumbled, turning the small key around in his equally small hands. He disliked the idea of wasting more time for something that might not even work, but it was worth a try. During the second time around, he noticed something he hadn't before. Near the end of the long hallways was a low, blood-wine-colored curtain.

Pulling the curtains apart, he felt his heart flutter a bit when another door came into view. It was only about fifteen inches (38.1 cm) high, but if it was such a small door the small golden key might work for it. With bated breath, he pushed the key into the door, and it fit.

Positive that he'd see Sebastian behind it, Ciel eagerly wrenched open the door, to find that the small door led into an even smaller passage. And that even smaller passage led into a cheery-looking garden. It reminded him of the garden at the old Phantomhive mansion. The old mansion where he and his family were always laughing. The old mansion where he had unwillingly been torn away from his smiles.

"How did Sebastian fit through here?"

With a sigh, he was about ready to give up and leave the long hallway, but when he stood up and went back to the table, he saw a dull-colored bottle on the table.

"This wasn't here before..." Ciel mused, removing a string from the apron pocket that was over his clothing and looping the small, golden key around it, lest he may need it later.

His blue eye espied the words 'Drink Me' beautifully printed in large black letters on a paper label around the bottle's neck.

He turned around, almost worried as if someone was watching him, before picking up the bottle to read the label a bit more closely. No other words were printed on the label, so he popped the cork and dipped the drink into his mouth− before coughing and twisting his face into a look of disgust.

The drink tasted horrible: a mixed flavor of cherry-tart, custard, pineapple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast. But something in his head told him to finish it, for it might benefit him in his situation. So, with a scowl, he drank the rest of the bottle. All until the very last drop.

Before he could blink, he was now only ten inches high (25.4 cm). He glanced up at the looming doorknob, and, feeling a stab of pride for thinking ahead, he readied the key to open the door. However, once he saw the key, he was shocked by how large it was in comparison to his petite form.

"Damn."

He turned back to the table as if to look to it for help. Near one of the glistening table legs, there was a small box also made of glass. Once he picked it up and opened it, he was met with a very delectable cake inside, bearing the delicately written words 'Eat Me'.

Though it was impolite to use one's fingers when eating particularly messy foods ("Though it's not as if I have any utensils to use.") Ciel swiped the pink icing off of the cake with his index finger and tasted it.

The taste was much better than that of the drink, but no where near as delicious as the desserts Sebastian made for him. The thought of Sebastian rekindled his waning determination to enter the garden, so he lifted the little cake and bit into a tiny piece of it.

Nothing happened− for which Ciel felt very stupid for.

And, feeling irritated, he took another bite of the cake, this bite only a bit bigger by a trifle. Nevertheless, that small bite made him grow immensely. By the time he looked down at the ground, he had decided that he had grown a foot taller than his normal human height.

"I can't get through the door being this big..." He took up the key from his neck, making sure to open the door this time, and shoved his head and shoulders through. However, once he reached behind himself for the bottle to shrink again, he remembered that he had drank the bottle to the very last drop.

With a frown, he sank to his knees, then further down onto his shins and thighs, head hung. And before he could properly shame himself for his "stupidity", he heard a familiar "Ho... Ho... Ho" from above.

"Tanaka?"

At once he glanced up to see Tanaka's head as the doorknob. The old man reached out with his steaming mug of tea and doused Ciel with the liquid.

"Tanaka? What are you−" between coughs and sputters, Ciel flailed his arms, trying to get away from the tea-shower, but to no avail. The tea cup seemed to be filled with an endless supply of tea, and as soon as Ciel's eyes snapped open, he noticed that he had been carried away with the tea, through the small door and into the garden.

When he glanced around (still drifting away with the tea) he saw Tanaka waving at him, while laughing, tea mug in the other hand.