Sayuri in Wonderland
Prologue:
Down the Rabbit Hole
Without anyone to bash over the head with her wand, the purple-haired girl finds life so... Boring. She's been reduced to doing the same things over and over everyday, and the more times she does them, the more repetitive they seem. Laying down on her stomach, she twirls a pencil inbetween her lithe fingers, nibbling on the pink eraser and then staring at the Sudoku book on the ground. The teenager's emerald green eyes hover over the collection of squares and lock on the random five placed in the middle of it—wait, how the heck does one go about playing this game? She knows that she's supposed to fit the numbers in the correct boxes but... Aren't crossword puzzles easier?
Rolling over on her back, she lifts the book of number riddles in the air and sticks the pencil in her mouth, chewing on it with a newly-found abhorrence to this... Game. If it can even be called a game. What kind of game makes you think about numbers? This isn't fun. This is the opposite of fun. This is just plain painful. Okay, so she sees a five. Does it stand for anything? Five puppies? Five lollipops? ...The five hours she's going to waste staring at this thing? Sayuri's almost tempted to start writing random numbers in the box, but that wouldn't be much fun.
But isn't that the point of the game?
She groans in a fit of frustration, flipping over on her belly and laying her head down on the book. Games are supposed to produce laughs and gigglesnorts! Not groans of self-destruction and suicide. Not to mention, it's extremely hot in her room. The windows are open, but they're not enough. They're never enough. Does Kohana want her to cook to death in the comfort of her own home, or what? Sayuri lets out one last sigh, and then she closes her eyes, kicking her legs up towards the ceiling and eventually conking out, dying of boredom.
She hears footsteps, but she doesn't bother to look up at the person who has made themselves welcome in her room. Not that it matters, anyway. What is she going to tell them to do? Get out? It's so hot, she doesn't even have the willpower to move, let alone shout at someone. With her eyes still glued shut, she waves her arm out before it slams lifelessly on the ground. "Wargh, what time is it?" she asks on the tip of an exhausted sigh, much to her guest's amusement. The brunette stands over her with his arms folded behind his back—he has a sort of swagger about him; even in this scathingly hot heat, he feels comfortable in his expensive, black pants and his matching, black trench coat with the buttons undone to reveal a white, button-up shirt.
Strange.
A smirk crawls on Suzuki's face and he peers over the tired, exhausted teenager, reaching for the wireless analog clock resting on her nightstand. A silver chain hangs from the cuffs of his coat, but he doesn't seem to mind. Suppressing haughty giggles, he holds the clock in front of her face and then holds his breath. "Hey, Sayuri! I've got the time right here!" Looking at the grin stretch across her face is more than enough reason for him to burst out in laughter, but he decides that would ruin the fun of his prank, so the King of Essences decides to be as quiet as he possibly can.
"Oh really, what is it Suzuki—!" She stops mid-sentence, noticing the red of the numbers, but before she can say anything else he smacks her in the face with the clock, making the back of her head collide into the floor with frightening force. Instead of laughing like he thought he would, the brunette only lets out a slight chuckle, standing up and looking at the dazed Summoner of Time with amused eyes. She covers her forehead with her green-painted fingernails, but then she realizes she hit the back of her head and not her forehead, so her hands quickly take a detour, nursing her aching skull back to health.
"You know, you should really pay attention," he scolds, wagging his index-finger playfully in her face. Sayuri bites back her tongue, as per usual. Who does Suzuki think he is, barging in her room and barking orders at her? And then he has the nerve to assault her with a clock! Who does that? She's never beaten anyone to death with a clock before. Suzuki could have killed her! Heck, he almost did! That bump to the floor was almost fatal! "I could have been anyone."
"You're a nobody!" Sayuri shouts back in rage, sitting up and glaring daggers into the back of his skull. "What did you come up here for anyway? It better be something important, or I'm going to be really angry." The king stops, glances down at the purple-haired girl, and then opens his mouth only to take a dramatic pause. He raises his index-finger in the air and closes his eyes, only to grate on Sayuri's nerves even more-so. She should really control that temper of hers, but then again, it's something that she got from her mother, who is the queen of bad tempers. He knows that fairly well.
"Nothing!" he finally declares, turning on his heels.
"What do you mean nothing?" the teenager snaps, clutching at the rug on the ground. "You mean to tell me you came up here and hit me with a clock for nothing? I want revenge, Suzuki!" she demands, waving her hand across the air with a predatory glint in her eyes. He figures this is all too much fun, so he agrees to play along with her game. For now, anyway. He turns around to face her again, clapping his hands and winking at her. Sayuri scoots a bit to the other side of the room, sort of appalled by the flamboyancy he just displayed. She's never seen him act like that before, so it's sort of scary. She tilts her head, wiping some of her hair out of her eyes.
"Uh, you okay?"
"Why ever would you ask that, Sayuri?" he muses, offering her his hand. "Today, I only live to serve you, as part of your 'revenge', right? I'm deeply sorry for smacking you in the face, even if I totally did it to see it contort and hear you whine about how you don't like being assaulted in the face." Okay, he was doing fine up until he brought up the whole clock thing again. She's starting to think that maybe he does like causing her pain and getting on her nerves. Sayuri grits her teeth and balls up her fists, her nostrils snarling at the thought of being hit with a clock again.
Suzuki's lips curl into a slight smirk. "Whatever should I do to make up for such a silly transaction, Sayuri?"
Her reply takes less than a second.
"I want a juice box!" Yes, the tantalizing taste of fruit punch! There isn't anything else on the world like it. And instead of it being just one fruit, it's a bunch of fruits bashed into one. Surely everyone must appreciate the succulent sweetness of the mystical beast known as fruit punch. And its lair? Yes, its lair is heavily guarded by chairs and tables that serve no purpose other than to get in her way when she wants to conquer the beast. And with it being thirty-seven degrees Celsius, she could never dream of having the fruit punch within her grasps. First there's the matter of getting up, then slogging herself down the stairs, then walking around the hallway down there and cutting inbetween a few rooms and... Gah.
But Suzuki?
"Heheheheh!" she laughs, tapping her fingertips together. This is the ultimate punishment. It serves two purposes. To make him work for her, and to quench her thirst. "And it better be cold, too." Ah. That's like the cherry on top. She shudders at the mere thought of water sliding down the side of the box... Yep. That's pretty much heaven right there. Lost in a daze, Suzuki tilts his head and turns around, the tails of his trench coat floating behind him.
"A juice box?" Indeed. It's such a weird request. He waves his arm out dismissively. "Whatever you wish for, your highness."
Woah. That sounded a little sarcastic there! Sayuri clutches both of her fists and then she points in his direction, gritting her teeth. "Make that two juice boxes, Suzuki!" Oh, the horrors of trying to get two juices boxes out of the kitchen... Sayuri cackles to herself. That's horrible! It's a horrible thing to make someone go through! Worse then... Worse then... Her thoughts are sliced into two when she hears some sort of 'popping' sound. Like popcorn popping in a microwave. It's so random and out of place that she looks up and her jaw immediately drops.
It looks like Suzuki's got a big ball of cotton stuck underneath the tails of his coat.
But wait a second—cotton just doesn't come out of nowhere. Nor does it provide zany side effects. The purple-haired girl stands up straight and rubs her eyes as hard as she can, trying to see if she's not going insane. ...Heat can make you go insane, right? That is a good point, seeing as how whenever it seems to get hot people start to lose their minds. There's a whole lot more fights in the summer time, right? So maybe it's so hot that she's starting to see things. That must be it. She takes another look at Suzuki and he looks at her through the corner of his seemingly translucent, purple eyes before he just up and vanishes.
Vanished.
Vanishing.
"What...!" Sayuri utters, her eyes twitching. The brunette pops up again for a split second and she makes sure to keep her eyes glued on him this time, gaping at the two long, white rabbit ears he seems to have dawned. Not knowing what else to do, the Summoner of Time claps her hands on her cheeks and squeezes her face, watching her friend give her a rye smirk before turning the corner. "What is going on!" she shouts, her mouth still agape. "The ears! T-those ears! They just popped up—unraveled...!" She pauses, touching her chest with her fingertips. Now she's calmed down, slightly. "There's no way that could have been real." The teenager lets out a nervous laugh, shaking her head and looking out of her window.
It must have been some sort of magic trick.
A really scary magic trick.
Sayuri stares at the threshold of the door for a few more seconds until she swallows. If that was a magic trick, it was a pretty freaky one. People just don't sprout rabbit ears and a tail... She folds her arms and puts on her metaphorical thinking cap, closing her eyes shut. "Maybe... Maybe Suzuki's going to some kind of sexy party?" Sure about her hypothesis, she nods her head one time and does a victorious arm-pump. "Yep! A sexy, bunny party. He likes his sexy parties, doesn't he..." The time spent on pondering the aforementioned statement is ridiculous; first of all, what is a sexy party?
She opens her eyes in frustration and runs towards the door, only to find the now sexy party-fied Suzuki walking down the hallway rather quickly. It's almost like he doesn't notice that she's right behind him. Stuck inbetween thinking this isn't real and wanting to strangle him for up and disappearing on her like that, she follows behind him. Confusion dances on her face and Suzuki loves to see Sayuri confused, so why isn't he turning around to see her? His pace gets faster and she finds herself skipping after him.
This.
Is.
Ridiculous!
She balls her fists together, making the next step she takes a furious stomp. "Hey! Are you listening to me? Why won't you stop! Suzuki—fwaaah!" She's cut short, due to a sign almost hitting her in the face. It sort of just sprung out of the wall in front of her, kind of like what Suzuki's rabbit ears did. The purple-haired girl grits her teeth, cursing to herself. Is everything trying to kill her today? First a clock, and now a random sign! Still, the sign raises a lot of questions... Sayuri doesn't forget her pursuit of Suzuki, but she takes her time to look at all of the random signs decorating the once bland hallway.
They're multicolored, hues of baby blue and tropical orange and rainbow red decorating twisty arrows and flowers popping up from out of nowhere behind her. Nothing is making sense anymore. She tries to decipher what the signs might mean, but there is simply too many of them. Four or five of them point backwards, another cluster of them point towards a window, another one of them point at her—it's too much to take at one time! The teenager almost trips over a cardboard box when she realizes trying to make sense of the hallway is utterly useless. Gritting her teeth, she starts to run after the king, taking a few seconds to secure her footing and then launching off the floor decorated in pastel yellow-colored tissue paper.
"Am I going insane?" she asks to particularly no one, shaking her head and smacking herself a few times. "Where the hell am I? And when did this hallway get so long!" Seriously. She must have been walking for about three minutes. It takes five seconds to get to the staircase of her own home. Suzuki must have heard her—it'd be a crime for him not to—so she slows her pace a little bit, just in case he actually does want to turn around and answer her questions.
That doesn't happen.
He pulls out an expensive, polished silver pocket watch and glances at, his purple eyes widening. "How unfortunate," he murmurs with his normal, low, suave voice. Sayuri takes another close look at him and notices a chain hanging by the back of his neck. What... Isn't that something you wear when you don't want to lose your glasses? Suzuki has on glasses now? Desperately, she rubs her eyes one last time, opening them up again. The purple-haired girl tries really hard to look past the many signs surrounding him, but she unconsciously reads them, signs that say "Straight ahead!" and "Come in, this way!" She notices Suzuki's now got white gloves on his hands—Sayuri's never been so confused in her life.
Since when did he change into those things?
She was just talking to him a minute ago!
"I'm going to be late, aren't I?" Is he talking to himself? Sayuri doesn't even know anymore. "Yep. I'm already two minutes and twenty seconds late. They're going to kill me." For a person that sounds worried about being late, he slips his pocket watch back into the confines of his pants nonchalantly, and then he starts walking insanely fast. Sayuri's jaw drops at the action and she reaches out towards him, running as fast as she can.
"Wait!" she implores, closing her eyes out of frustration. "Suzuki!"
No matter how fast she seems to run, it's like the hallway itself is sucking up all of her efforts. It just goes on and on, and more brightly-colored things start to pop up like stuff bent into the shapes of hearts wearing crowns, and paper mache pinatas hanging over her head in the shape of red and white roses. It all seems like a very bad dream from drinking too much fruit punch. Except she didn't have any fruit punch! She claws at her head, shaking it until she peers at the king again. "Tell me what's going on! I get faster, and I only seem to fall behind you! Wait for me you stupid... Stupid!"
Not in the right mood to tell intelligent jokes, she stops for a split second to catch her breath, watching Suzuki make a right turn.
The staircase!
Excellent.
She's bound to catch him there. Licking her lips and getting all sorts of devious thoughts in her head, Sayuri straightens herself out and dashes towards the corner, ignoring the signs hanging in the threshold of the hallway. The teenager made up her mind. As soon as she sees Suzuki walking down the steps, she's going to pounce on him, and then she'll have all of her questions answered. But it's not that easy. It's never that easy. She runs towards the corner, slides around it, and to her surprise she actually sees stairs. But they're not normal stairs.
The steps spawn teeth, scary, bloodstained teeth sharp enough to split her in two and she lets out a scream that compliments the apparent darkness the staircase has sucked her into. She trips backwards, reaching out for anything she can grab on—a curtain, perhaps? A painting?—but it's all useless. Sayuri finds herself falling down, but for how long before she completely splatters all over the pretty earth? It seems like she's been falling forever, but then a white light starts to reveal itself.
She doesn't splatter all over the ground like she thought she would, but now she's still falling. The space seems... Bigger. That still doesn't change the fact that she's now falling down with dozens of yellow and red juice boxes with bunny rabbit faces drawn on them. Now the juice boxes didn't look at all that tasty. They looked scary.
… Like Suzuki juice boxes!
In truth, she's oblivious to where she's going, that fool Alice!
She's going to a place where everything is backwards—where November showers bring February breezes, and December is the hottest time of the year. Where people go tanning during the crack of dawn and have breakfast at exactly twelve 'o clock in the morning. A place where, instead of quiet snow falling in late November, the snow comes crashing down in April while flowers bloom in autumn.
Children build sandcastles like skyscrapers on New Year's Eve and parents hide eggs in unsuspecting snowmens' stomachs.
A backwards, upside down twisted world.
Where nothing is ever as it should be.
A/N: Argh! So this thing is a result of me being stupid and saying if anyone could answer a riddle right in CCFA that I'd write them whatever they wanted. XD;; Not only does xx-Addict-For-Dramatics-xx slaughter that whole thing, but she took it a step further and explained to me what happened in the chapter by strategically retelling the events, earning her an entire chapter-fic. XD;; Woe is me. At first I wasn't going to say anything, but she soon caught me.
Anyway, the request was sorta... Sane from what I thought she was going to ask me, which is good! XD;; A whole Alice in Wonderland thing with the cast of CCFA. Lovely. XD;; Anyway, I don't plan on this chapter-fic to be too long, though it might spawn to insane lengths if I'm not careful... XD;; I love the idea of this, though, and I already planned out all of my characters! XD;; Such fun this will be!
I love writing little spin-off stories. They're so amusing.
Especially White Rabbit!Suzuki! D'aaaaaw! XD;;;;; I thought he'd be perfect for the part, and I was so totally right! XD;; He's so cute and mini and aww. I've already got most of this thing written, so updating shouldn't be a problem! Have fun in Wonderland~!