Prologue:
In some place was a little dream.
Who dreamed it, unknown...?
Such truly little dream it was.
The little dream thought,
I don't want to be vanishing like this,
how can I make people watch me?
The little dream thought and thought...
and finally came up with an idea.
"I could get people to stray into me,
and let them make the world."
The First Alice
The first Alice was gallant.
With sword in one hand, to the wonderland
Cutting various things down,
Went on spreading a truly red path.
As for such Alice, in a depth of the woods,
Like a criminal got cooped up inside.
Other than the path made in the woods,
There was no way to know her existence.
The first Alice, Itachi Uchiha, was gallant...a boy that lived in the Uchiha Compound.
He was the prodigy of the Clan
He was an interesting...and very intelligent at that...and courageous.
There the boy lay on his bed. Flat on his stomach chewing on his thumb nail.
"What to do today...what to do today..." Itachi muttered under his breath letting his head hang off the bed.
His attention soon moved to under his bed. "What is that...?" Weasel mumbled looking curiously under the bed. Immediately getting off his bed and lying down on the ground reaching out under his bed.
"Hmm?" Weasel's hand seemed too had grasped hold of what appeared to be some sort of card?
He took it and pulled it out from under the bed.
A playing card?
"...Who made this?" Itachi mumbled getting up and looking down at the card. What kind of joke was this?
"Whatever..." Weasel's voice cut, hearing a little laughter coming from his closet.
"Who's there?"
"Oh hello Alice" The voice said to Weasel.
"...I'm Weasel not Alice" Weasel corrected.
"You seem like a good Alice" The voice drawled on.
"What?"
"Would you like to see?"
"...See what?"
"Your world? Wonderland Alice?" The voice said then.
Weasel stepped forward walking over to the closet curiously. "My world...?"
"Yes..."
Taking another step forward the young successor opened his closet and stepped inside.
The door shut immediately. Everything was pitching black...
"What is this..." Weasel whispered to himself walking forward and finding himself closing his eye's then blinking them opening to find himself definitely not in his closet.
Weasel's eye's wandered around the world.
"...Wow..." Weasel couldn't believe what he was seeing. Such an odd quirky little world.
He took more steps farther into this odd world. Everything around him...Everyone around him seemed to resemble odd things and such.
"Wow...This is wonderland?" Weasel mumbled to himself beginning to chuckle softly. He began to slowly walk forward and pick up a sword he saw on the ground.
"...Such a pretty place..." Weasel said almost poetic like. He felt odd for some reason...It was as if he wasn't himself once he'd stepped into this world known as wonderland.
He himself could feel it as he dragged his sword and walked on. Raising his sword and a smile slowly plastering his face.
It was then that he began to walk forward and slash hard down onto a young child. Watching the blood splatter about. All over him and all around him.
"Alice? Am I really Alice you silly little voice?" Weasel cackled walking down a path slashing at things and killing as much as he saw. He couldn't stop laughing either.
"Alice of spades...The very first Alice..." The voice repeated in his mind.
Weasel paid absolutely no mind to this voice and continued to laugh and slash at the poor things around him. Blood askew all about.
He was now walking into a forest...
Leaving a long blood trail as he continued to slaughter people and animals alike.
It was then that he heard a small laughter in his head. He came to a stop looking around confused.
"Where am I?" Weasel demanded looking around finding himself surrounded by thorn vines and no way to leave such place.
...And there he dropped his sword and fell to the ground looking around wide eyed and laughing...Locked away deep within this forest forever...The only way for someone to find him would be to follow that lovely bloody path he left behind...