Oh gosh this is embarrassing ...

My head heavily falls into my hands as I trudge down the unfamiliar road, searching for anything even remotely familiar. Even the faceless are different. Their hairstyles and outfits seem a little more old fashioned than the ones I'm normally around.

After landing on that poor old guy and fixed his back, I realized he had eyes. But why is there a grave digger when there's Pierce? Oh man I can't even remember his name. Actually, I don't think I even asked him. I just took off after stepping on his back. This sucks~!

Well, if it's anything like a move then there should still be at least one territory that I know. I forge ahead, slowly losing motivation as my heart sinks into another bout of depression.

But, more importantly than any of that where did all my stuff go?

SYDNEY'S POV

"You there! that's enough color there. Painter the roses black." I growl. Looking at all this color is sickening. Why can't her majesty just learn to love black and all of its beauty?

"But sir, her majesty will not be pleased if we do that." The faceless honestly reports.

"I am not pleased when you place yellow roses all over the place. Now, paint them black." I order before turning my back to them. Foolish peasants can't even begin to fathom of the beauty that black has. It's majestic, beautiful and looks good on anything. Why can't her majesty see my vision? I heavily sigh as I walk through the gardens, eyeing the brightly colored roses. Ugh ... it hurts my eyes to look at colors so bright.

I spin around with my gun drawn as I hear a heavy thump. Another assassin is it? How foolish of them to come out in broad daylight. Oh? I stare at the leather bound hard case hearing no one in the area who is close enough that could have thrown it. My ears twitch, ensuring myself that the perimeter is secure before holstering my weapon. A violin case? What is something like that doing here? I walk over to the case and flip it over, hearing no inner clock mechanism that would be relative to a bomb. It's just a regular, violin case. My fingers lightly pry the latches open, staring at the beautiful wooden instrument within.

It's got a crack in it.

I reach forward, running my fingers over the smooth frame with the exception of the crack fracturing the lower right hand portion of it. I wonder from what height it fell at? Not long since I would have heard it a while off before it even hit the ground. I bulk as something massively heavy slams into my shoulders, shoving me to the ground in the next instant. How did I not hear that enemy-!? I immediately fling back, unleashing two rounds of bullets into the heavy duffle bag before searching for the one that threw it. Again, no one in earshot.

Then where in Diamond Country did these things come from? My ears lower as I kneel down, pulling aside the zipper. Dozens of tools properly packed within their leather containers lay within the bag, making it a very difficult thing to carry with its immense weight. I reach in and pull out a hammer, glancing at the initials engraved within the leather bound.

JP, in chicken scratch lettering, marks the side of the case and everything else as well.

Jp? Jp? Who's Jp?

JACKIE'S POV

Oh, there's a castle!

My excitement rises as I trot faster, staring at the approaching beauty of an architecture. This must be Heart Castle. But ... it doesn't look right. Maybe during the move things got messed up? Or is this a completely different castle? Well, either way there will be Role Holders here that might be able to help a lost foreigner like me.

I slowly draw closer to the main gates finding them wide open. No guards? That's strange. I hesitantly pass through the open gates keeping a sharp eye out for soldiers. They might not take it lightly to me trespassing, foreigner or not. Beautiful golden yellow and white roses line the sides of the path, lighting up the entire garden. Wow ... I would dare say this garden rivals Vivaldi's. I would never say that in her presence, though.

I sigh, already hearing her screaming 'off with her head!'. Yeah, that would end well for me. My feet carry my through the garden, freezing as I spy a horrifyingly familiar sight. Long black ears poke out of the man's head. Another one ... there's another bunny. And I'll bet he's the Prime Minister of this place too.

"Oh gosh not another rabbit ... ," I groan before he turns his head, immediately spying me. I nervously gulp, straightening up. Whoops he heard that. "Hey, could you help me out? I'm lost."

"Who are you?" He immediately demands, running a quick eye up and down my body. My eyes glue to his, spying the discoloration. Oh! He's got eyes just like me! That's so rare finding someone like that.

"Hey ... you've got heterochromic eyes just like me." I smile and point out, thankful to make some sort of connection with the monocle wearing man. His eyes widen slightly before narrowing, silently pulling out a gun. He raises it with deadly aim, locking on with his mismatched eyes.

Whoa crap-!

I nearly shriek as he unleashes three bullets. I dive behind a bush, scrambling to my feet as I make a mad run for it. Not friendly not friendly not friendly-! I barely make it to my feet before he bounds right in front of me and spins on his heels. His elbow roughly jabs into my stomach as he shoves me to the ground, landing his heavy foot just over my chest. I cough, pained, as he puts more of his weight onto it.

"S-Stop that hurts!" I rasp, gripping his ankle. I struggle to push him off but his powerful leg remains firm, never deviating an inch from its place.

"It's not supposed to feel pleasant, trespasser." He coldly clarifies, pressing harder. I wheeze, struggling to get back up.

"W-Wait why are you trying to kill me?!" I breathlessly demand. This hurts and I'm not even strong enough to move his foot at all. I'm defenseless.

"I found the bodies of the guards not too long ago. It was you who killed them, wasn't it?" He interrogated, cocking his gun.

"W-What?! No, I didn't kill anyone!" I protest, praying that Ace would randomly come out of a bush and help me. Or Gowland. Or Boris. Or anyone!

"No matter. You are trespassing and as my duty of Prime Minister I will end you for such crimes." He administers, clicking his gun into place.

"G-Gosh dang it! Why are all Prime Ministers such jerks?!" I shout, gritting my teeth as I wait for the inevitable end. He hesitates, staring at my scrunched up face as I risk a peek at him.

"Prime Ministers?" He asks, drawing back his gun. "You've met Peter White?"

"M-Met him? He's tried to kill me!" I cry, trying to move his foot. Please, oh please give me leniency! He carefully studies me for a moment before scoffing.

"Hmph. It seems that nothing Peter can do is good. He can't even kill a little girl. No matter. I'll fix that." He says, aiming the gun right at my forehead.

"W-Wait! Why do you want to kill me?" I demand again, trying anything to distract him.

"Well, since Peter couldn't do such a simple task doesn't mean I cannot." He simply states. I think I get it. He wants to prove that he's stronger than Peter?

"S-So, you want to be like Peter?" I choke out, hoping the words won't end up being my noose. Hopefully I'm right about my hunch.

"What?" He asks, cross. I nervously gulp, staring down the tunnel of his barrel.

"W-Well, if you kill me that would make you like Peter." His eyes narrow in annoyance but he hesitates, thinking hard about my words.

"I am nothing like that rabbit." He spits, angry. "I am much stronger, which is why I'm going to kill you whereas Peter is too weak to do so."

"Peter never tried to kill me!" I hear myself shout in a last, desperate attempt to survive. My ear painfully rings as I stare at the ground with a bullet hole going right through it. O-Oh my gosh ... he was actually going to shoot me dead.

"I thought you just said he was too weak to kill you." He analyzes, interested with my relationship to Peter.

"N-No, you misheard - uh, misunderstood. P-Peter ... ," I hesitate, trying to come up with a friendly term but something not so vague he wouldn't believe it, "P-P-Peter was my, uh, um,"

"Lover?" He asks, drawing his gun back. My eyes spark at his hesitation. That's it! That's how I'm going to get out of being shot!

"Y-Yes!" Oh now I'm going to throw up. "Yes, Peter was my, er, uh, "

"Lover." He says, making it more of a statement as he removes his foot. I sit up, sucking in precious gulps of oxygen

"Y-Yeah. Or, more so, friends with benefits." Oh now I'm going to throw up all over. I'm his LOVER? EW!

"Oh? What is this talk of lovers that I hear?" A sweet, beautiful voice asks. Sydney's head snaps up before he makes a sight bow, respecting the approaching woman.

"Lady Crysta." He politely says, keeping his head down. I nervously stand up, staring at the approaching woman.

"Sydney, darling, have you been off making little furries without my knowledge?" I turn around spying the stunningly beautiful woman approach.

"Is this your secret lover?" She lightly laughs, staring at my flabbergasted face. Holy crap ... this woman is gorgeous! I would dare say she rivals Vivaldi in looks of beauty.

"Not at all. She is Peter White's lover." He says, casting me a sly glance. I slightly shiver when I catch his eyes quickly looking back to the other Role Holder. I would dare say she's the queen of this castle.

"Oh really." She hums, dangerously curious before brightening into a larger smile, "come with me, young foreigner. We need to properly fix you up."

"F-Fix me up?" I ask, glancing over my clothes. I'm not that dirty. Nothing a little patting couldn't fix.

"Yes. That red in your hair is irritating to me. Come along now~," she sings, drawing her slender arm around my waist and tugging me along with her. W-Wait, what? I nervously walk with her, not daring to glance back at the black eared bunny man. I just really hope this little lie of me holds up and he doesn't go into depth researching about it.

SYDNEY'S POV

Huh ... so Peter White has achieved a lover?

My ears swivel in place, displeased with the news. How could he possibly have time to frolic around with this woman when I know for a fact he is so very often busy? I carefully study the strange girl as Lady Crysta takes the young woman away. Hmph. What would she see in that wretched rabbit? I'm better than him in every way.

I wonder ... was she comparing me to Peter when she discovered that we are both rabbits and serve our Queens as Prime Ministers? My ear twitches, severely displeased. I'll bet she's thinking so much less of me because of her previous relations to Heart Country's Prime Minister.

I'll show her I'm better than that foolish rabbit.

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Oh ho ho~ What's going to happen now? Please let me know how I'm doing character wise and if I have Crysta down right. Also, any ideas for what could happen next? 10 REVIEWS and an AWESOME IDEA to help me out for the next chapter :3