What Happened to My Underland
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or ideas mentioned in this story that appear in Alice in Wonderland or Through the Looking Glass. The only characters or ideas I own are the ones I made up on my own.
Summary: What if there was one person in Underland that no one except the Cheshire Cat knew about. Well here she is finally waking up after ten years of sleep. She had left the welfare of Underland in the hands of the Cheshire Cat. Now she has to clean up the mess he's left her.
Chapter 1: Ah, what a wonderful sleep
After ten years of sleep the one person in Underland that no one except the Cheshire Cat knows has finally woken up. She has white hair that hangs to the middle of her back, bright red eyes, white cat ears on top of her head, and a white tail that tends to stay wrapped around her waist. She is currently wearing a deep blue long sleeved top, a matching knee length skirt, black stockings, and black buckled shoes. To the Cheshire Cat she is known as the White Tiger.
~White Tiger's POV~
I got out of bed and stretched out, before going to my mirror and brushing my hair. Once that was done I looked myself over in the mirror and then started talking to my reflection.
"The one person in all of Underland who is unknown is the White Tiger. Also known as, Takie," I said.
"Hmm, I wonder just how long I've been asleep," I said and waved my hand to bring up my calendar.
"Ten years? Oh dear, I wonder what has happened to my Underland in that amount of time," I said in a worried tone as I waved my hand again to make my calendar disappear.
"Well this certainly won't do. It's ten years old," I said and walked over to my closet.
I opened the doors and found that my wardrobe was much different than I ever remembered it being. All the clothes were rather revealing. You see my closet updates my wardrobe to that which most of the Underland population is wearing, or would look over easily.
"Oh dear, what has happened to my Underland. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to blend in," I said and stripped out of my clothes before rooting through my wardrobe.
I ended up wearing a white tube top, a black mini skirt that just blearily came to my mid thigh, fishnet tights that came just above my knees, black open fingered gloves that came stopped at the middle of my upper arms, and black stiletto heels. I also had three rings on every finger but my marriage finger, three bracelets around each of my wrist, three arm bands on each of my upper arms, a tongue ring, a lip ring on both sides of my lower lip, a nose ring, and earrings on the outside edge of my ears. I also had a necklace with a heart that had a key hole in it and a cat collar with a bell on it.
With my new outfit on I looked at myself in the mirror.
"Oh my, this is certainly not the same Underland I left in Chesh's hands," I said and made my way down stairs and out the door.
"What has he done to my Underland?" I asked as I looked around at the darkness of the Tulgey wood.
It never used to be this scary looking. I snapped my fingers and appeared in Chesh's bedroom.
"Aww, he looks so peaceful when he's sleeping. Oh well, time to wake him up," I said and cleared my throat.
"Chesh! Wake up!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
Chesh jumped into the air and landed on his feet in front of me looking rather panicked. Then he looked at me and his face paled.
He was a tall and broad-shouldered man, with the warm tanned skin of someone who spent most of their time outdoors, he was strong and well built, standing with the lazy grace of one who had never had to work for it. The muscular definition of his torso was further emphasized by the striped net top he wore; sleeveless and clingy, it clearly showed the silver studs that pierced through his nipples, and ended with ragged strips that exposed his abdomen invitingly. His throat was adorned with a studded black collar and a bell that chimed whenever he moved; his arms were covered by a pair of striped finger less gloves that extended halfway up his upper arms. His powerful legs were sharply defined by the fitted leather pants he wore; each colored stripe was stitched to the next with thick leather cords. He was barefoot; despite the human appearance of his feet, his toes, like his fingers, were tipped with sharp claws. His face, for the most part human, was topped by large pierced cat ears that blended into the pink and purple stripes of his hair; a similarly colored tail flicked lazily back and forth behind him. His lips were also decorated with two silver rings.
"It's you," he said quietly.
"Yes, it's me. Now what have you done to my Underland?" I asked angrily.
"I . . . uh . . . let it go," he stammered.
"I can see that. Why?" I asked.
"Benjamin," he said simply looking crest fallen toward the floor.
"Benjamin? You mean Terrant?" I asked.
"That's what you know him as," he said.
"Terrant is his name. He gave you a false one. Now what about him?" I asked.
"He what? But we . . . why would he . . . when we were?" he asked looking confused and hurt.
"It's hard to trust someone who always runs away when you need them most," I said.
"I can't help it. It's in my nature," he said.
"You can go against nature Chesh. Look at Theodore," I said.
"Who?" he asked.
"The rabbit. That's his name, and you will not use it unless he tells you himself," I said.
"But he's-" Chesh started.