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This is sstill a Follow–up romance route for Boris for the series "Wonderful Wonderful Science" and the M-shot "Wonderful Wonderful One-shots: BORIS". So it's recommended to read that first, but if not is still udnerstandable.

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MESSAGE OF REWRITTING: I had almost forgotten this story until Slytherson gave me a cool idea after Boris Mature one-shot (the M is in caps for a hardcore reason). What if the foreigner did got pregnant? Once that idea kicked in, I decided to rewrite the first chaps of this story and finished it. Anyways ehre it is and thanks to peekodeemeko12 and sleeping moon for proff reading it.

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-"Dialogue"-

("Inner thinking")

This is a time skip: MWMWMWMWMWWMWMWMWMWMMWMWMW

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CHAPTER 1: CURIOSITY DOOMED THE CAT

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"Don't you know that curiosity killed the cat?" – Joker said, his gloved hand gripping Boris by the neck as the other Joker stood nearby with an amused smirk, both wearing a train conductor's attire and looking quite out of place along the empty defrosting shores of the previously frozen mirror lake in the edge of the country of they weren't the only ones looking out of place here.

"But satisfaction brought him back. Without curiosity a cat is not a cat."- Boris Airey, 'The Cheshire Cat' and Wonderland's most famous feline guy, tried to get away but he knew it was futile. Both parts of Joker where present and he had been caught. However, he knew the presence of this Joker couldn't be. The Joker from Diamond should have cease existing years ago when the country was separated from the rest of Wonderland and it's time stopped flowing. It was when Alice had been temporarily thrown to Diamond before going back to Hearts. By all accounts, this Joker shouldn't be here anymore. But where or when was "here" anyways? Boris was not so sure anymore. Not after exploring the remains of Diamond.

"That is true. But when none should be and yet a cat roams is and is not against the rules. What a curious dilemma this is."- The other of the Jokers said quite off handedly while tapping his index finger on his chin.

"I am a cat; therefore I go where I want."- Boris grinned despite the circumstances although knew it wasn't entirely true due to the rules, but it was part of being a cat and being a cat was his role and what he was; yet, where he wanted to be at the moment was wherever the mercenary foreigner that he wanted to win was.

It hadn't been that long since he had met the second foreigner but it seemed far longer. She was a fun mercenary that had caught his attention long enough to be deemed interesting, and although it wasn't often that felines got so invested in someone, he had gotten very deep into her, quite literally given that at some point they had mated. Those memories made Boris smile, but i soon dropped. That had been before things spiraled into the chaos that ended recently with an epic battle against the Jabberwocky in the country of Diamond.

After such fight, the second foreigner and fearless mercenary "Aria Hadron Scherzi" had been lost through a portal, and Boris had simply gone roaming the country of Diamond connecting the space between doors not caring where they led. He had been very angry and had felt very frustrated. They had won the battle, but not because of the Role Holders actually fighting more or less together towards the goal of defeating a creature that was literal destruction, and which they couldn't even hurt. No, they had won because the mercenary female had pulled out every trick of her resourceful sleeve; from commanding a faction of faceless that had weapons that could actually cause some damage to the Jabberwocky, to bringing in a huge robotic war machine like no one in Wonderland had even imagine, in order to fight on equal ground with the monstrous dragon. But in the end it had been only thanks to Alice and the other foreigner; they teamed up to use the legendary winxy pistol together and end the last one of the lives the draconic darkness called Jabberwocky had stolen; but in the process Aria had been thrown towards a portal and the way had been closed. There was no way to get to her, and that irked the Cheshire Cat more than trying to catch Pierce for lunch.

Yes, they had won. The Jabberwocky was gone; its threat against them ended and the country of Diamond was on the road to recovery. But the price for such a bitter victory had come at a great cost. Not only was Aria lost, but her game of hearts would never end, and that was a hit to his clock. Ever since that time where she had accidentally transformed herself into a kitty girl whose heat he had personally tended to, he had decided he wanted to try and win her game for real even if Alice was still the main player. But now they would always be forced to love a foreigner that was not there, and with time, the feelings would only get worse. Boris had to admit that they probably deserved such, still he wasn't giving up.

Since her disappearance, the Cheshire cat had roamed here and there, entering passages and cutting and connecting spaces trying to find a way to wherever she was, but even if he did find her, he wasn't sure it would change anything. And yet here he was looking out for her like the good kitty he was not.

With a sigh Boris went on and after some time he found himself in a tunnel that led to a big warehouse full of art, probably at the basement of the museum. It was a white and grey ornamented room full of statues, stained glass, paintings and carvings decorated the room under the gothic arched ceiling, but there was something off, and for unknown reasons Boris' fur was on edge as he looked around a place he hadn't ever felt existing. -"Where is this?"

To relieve his stress and boredom he examined the paintings. To his utter shock and surprise there was a small old oil painting that seemed to portrait of none other than the person he was looking for and that somehow had called out to him above anything else, and it was obvious why. With her multiple layers and shades of blonde and the long sinuous braid that hanged over her shoulder and came from her nape, Aria's curious olive green eyes looked at the viewer while in her arms she was holding up a pink and purple cat sported a leather collar.

"Why you smiling 'pet'?" - Boris huffed at the cat in the painting. It reminded him of himself in his feline form, a form that the rules that normally prevented him from adopting. He revised the painting 3 more times. There was no doubt, the woman in the painting was Aria, but the plaque beneath named her as 'Electric Witch and Familiar'.

He now paid more attention to the other art objects which all strangely depicted the same person. Yet there was more than art around. A large collection of items was displayed and his attention was immediately drawn towards a sort of black leather collar identical to the one the cat in the painting was wearing. Boris took it, and when he did he felt as if it was reaching out to him, like the painting had done. It was a weird sensation, one of belonging; and that was probably why he took them with him when he decided to leave through the portal door he had come from and that ended up in a long tunnel sided with small lights leading to a dead end where there was a mirror-like door he could cross. At the other side he found himself inside a splendid building of enormous proportions and exquisite architectural designs, but it was cold and invited to reverence increasing the weird 'off' sensation he had been feeling tenfold.

The feline boy had never seen this place nor did he knew anything about it existing, and upon sniffing, his senses were invaded with the essence of a place long death.- "This place gives me the creeps."

Lurking cautiously around, he finally ended in front of a big marble box. By some conversations with Alice he understood what this place was. This was a tomb and the whole building was a mausoleum for the box coffin. In Wonderland they had a cemetery to bury the stuff of a person whose clock would be repaired, but they didn't have real tombs because only foreigners were allowed to truly die, and normally when they did, they were returned to their world.

To him this was new, and although everything here gave him the chills instinctually so that he was now hugging the small portrait and collar, he was curious and approached the coffin. It was engraved with the same figure in all the artwork.

"Enough exploration for now."

This was too eerie and Boris decided it was enough, so he turned tail and went away. He couldn't open any portal from the doors inside the building except for the last one at the exit. He apparently didn't have permission to be here, and in his gut he felt that this place was not meant to be visited, it was probably against the rules, so the faster he got out of it the better, and thus he crossed the door to the outside and away from the looming and reproving sensation of the place. To his never ending string of today surprises he found himself in the crystal lake's shore in the country of Diamond. It seemed to be under early spring season as its frozen waters were barely melting. However his relief from having gotten away was short lived. Out of nowhere both Jokers had appeared and quickly defeated him, thus getting to his current predicament.

"You broke a rule kitty, you went to a place that it's not meant to be entered by anyone." – Joker took the collar from his hand and looked at it before checking the portrait.

"But the weird thing is that even the punishment for that is outside of my direct jurisdiction since the place that's always been here just appeared! Tsk"– The other Joker tightened his grip, clearly annoyed that he could not decide the punishment.- "Thief, you even dared steal this little relic... "

With a sick smile, Joker put the collar on Boris' neck and tightened it.-"If you want this so badly then you have it."

Boris felt his body shrunk into his kitty form, and before he knew what was happening or before he could escape, Joker chuckled and threw him right into the defrosting lake. Boris didn't hit the melting ice, he felt right through it and kept falling until he lost consciousness.

When he woke up he didn't bother to open his eyes at first. He was still in kitty form and something was holding him, so maybe moving or giving signals of being awake wasn't such a good idea. He concentrated in his senses and when he recognized the familiar smell of ozone and static electricity on metals he did open his eyes to confirm what he already knew.

He was in the arms of the sleeping or unconscious foreigner Aria Hadron Scherzi. They were on the floor in a dark room, the portrait of the witch laying on the floor somewhat far from them; at last he had find her and at least she was definitely alive, and he was so happy about it that he immediately began rubbing his furry head against her starting with her face and neck, and making her scent just right by mixing it with his own. Perhaps it was a rapture of instincts, but it satisfied greatly his male kitty senses.

With a satisfied kitty grin and his tail swaying with interest, Boris finally calmed down. He next tried to say something to wake her up but the collar burned on his neck and only a pitiful meow went out. He tried to speak to her again and the pain was just as bad if not worse. It didn't truly burn him but it definitely felt like it did. He decided to simply meow and no pain came; it only happened when he tried to communicate. That didn't made sense. Because he was the Cheshire cat, he should be able to speak in this form just like the prime ministers could do in their rabbit forms.

Small furry paws began pushing at Aria, but the sleeping woman turned around to lay on her side while clutching the small animal tighter over her generous chest. Boris grinned despite the situation, even if her breasts were covered and concealed by her armored techno suit and the tactic clothes he knew just how big, firm and soft her mounds were. A naughty thought formed in his mind. If he transformed back he would end up being on top and she hugging him. It would be quite a sight when she woke up from the weight over her and then he'd surely would be able to speak. He knew that normally it was more than unlikely for him to be able to change form, but if he spend used all his powers he might be able to shift back, and it was worth it.

The naughty feline shifted around and accommodated himself, then he tried transforming. Nothing happened. He tried again and he noticed the same burning sensation on his neck. He tried taking off the collar but without fingers it was impossible. His claws went out to grip her vest in cold fear as he understood what was happening and what kind of cruel punishment was being applied to him.

He was trapped in his cat form. He was small and defenseless and couldn't even communicate while still in the company of the new star of the game. And she, the only person who could help him right now and the person that he had been searching for was not waking up.

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