I did get some comments on how people still want me to continue 'Kilts, Lambs and Drunken Brothers' Well, I suppose I could do a sequel to it...perhaps... I felt the story itself was complete and allowed people to make their own take on it... Some people are just never happy are they? Oh, and I got a lovely message from someone saying they wanted to draw fan art for 'Kilts, Lambs and Drunken Brothers' Which made me smile a lot, I thought that was sweet. THIS FAN FIC IS NOT SHOTA BY THE WAY! It just starts from Alfred's childhood ok? Enjoy~ Love LadyCaledonia ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~x
Follow Me Down
You were so young,
and I guess im old.
Open your eyes,
ill keep mine closed
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"Well boy, don't just sit there, the tea is getting cold!"
Alfred was confused as to why he was getting scolded for just standing there. The man didn't seem bothered by his presence but indeed it seemed he had been expecting the boy this whole time. Cautiously (remembering his mother's words about 'stranger danger') he padded over to the hatted man and sat down near him on the multi-coloured picnic blanket that the British man was sitting on.
"So boy, what is your name then...?" asked the Brit, pouring some tea from a detailed tea pot.
Alfred pouted at the sight of tea. He much preferred coffee, which his father allowed him small sips of, but he couldn't deny the kindness of the colourful man.
"I'm Alfred Jones, and I'm five and a half years old!" he said proudly with a beaming smile.
The man chuckled in amusement as he placed the cup on a saucer and held it out to the American child. Alfred was careful of the hot cup, noticing it was so much smaller than the one the emerald eyes man held. Now that he was much closer to the man, Alfred could smell the sweet scent of cakes and sugary icing, like the treats his mother made all the time.
"What a delightful name you have" the man said, taking a careful sip of his tea. Alfred liked the warm smile that spread across the man's face from the mere taste of the drink.
"What about you Mister? What's your name?" the child asked curiously with large blue eyes.
The man glanced down at him, picking up a small tray of tea cakes and offering one to the boy. After looking at them all and deciding the strawberry tart looked the least threatening, Alfred picked up the red treat and took a bite, the strawberry staining his small lips.
"My name matters not, and my name matters less..." he sang cheerfully. "But for naming namesake you may call me Hatter."
"Is that because of your hat?" Alfred giggled, trying to lick the strawberry juice from his lips so his mother wouldn't scold him for snacking before dinner.
"It is a family name I suppose dear child..." said Hatter, offering Alfred a napkin from his coat pocket that also kept the pocket watch.
Alfred nodded his head, trying to impress the adult by making it look like he understood. He wiped his lips and shoved the napkin into his pocket, like a little keepsake. Hatter didn't seem to mind though as he went back to sipping his tea.
"Why are you in our glass house?" Alfred said, admiring the flowers around them, they almost seemed alive as they swayed in a non existing breeze.
"Can you keep a secret, you curious little child?" Hatter asked, his attention now on the boy instead of the tea he seemed so very fond of.
Alfred carefully put down his cup and stood to attention. "Of course I can! I keep secrets all the time!" he insisted.
Another small laugh from the taller blonde, which made Alfred warm inside. He liked how he was able to make this rather bizarre but brilliant looking man laugh just by speaking.
"This is a very magical place dear Alfred..." whispered Hatter, a magical glint in emerald eyes. "Think of it as...a gateway, from my home to your own...when you open that door, you are stepping not into a mere glass house...but into a land beyond your wildest dreams..."
Alfred quickly looked around him, fascinated by the information the Hatter had promised to him. He had wondered how this place seemed just too much to believe, because it was from another world! That was why there was so much colour, why flowers seemed so big and the creatures just as large.
"What is this place called...?" Alfred whispered curiously.
A slight smirk graced the Hatter's face, taking great joy in the look of awe on the boy's face...and his lips revealed an almost bigger secret than before...
"Wonderland."
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Deeper in the vast jungle however, too far away for the human boy to realise, the conversation between the Hatter and the child was being watched. Two figured sat, in a thick smog that smelled so overpowering. One was rather small and frail, wrapped in glorious ruby and ebony robes of silk, smoking the pipe that provided the pink coverage of mist. The second was much taller, broader of chest and completely unfazed as they watched the conversation play out in the mist.
The taller man had silvery hair, of which a black and purple furry tail poked out. He also had a black and deep purple striped tail. The long frayed scarf around his neck shared a similar pattern, rather standing out against the pale violet coat.
"Why must dear Hatter look for another Alice...? We already have a perfectly good one..." purred the silver haired man, tail flickering back and forth.
The smaller one, a brunette with golden eyes, blew out some more of the pink smoke from his mouth before speaking. "I told him aru...I told him that soon, our Alice will die and she will need replaced..."
"But still, that is not for some time...and a boy of all people? What an odd choice comrade..." chuckled the tailed man.
"What did I proclaim since the beginning Chess...?" spoke the smoker. "After twelve Alices, the War of Suits will begin...black imagination against white, clashing aru..."
Violet eyes flickered out onto the pink mist. "What does this has to do with the boy...?"
"It will have everything to do with him...when the time comes..."
Silence hung over the two watchers as well as the mist...as the child chattered away to the Hatter, oblivious of what was to become of him and his hat wearing friend in due course...
End of Chapter
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Ohh our two friends are being watched!
I have started drawing designs of the characters, when I submit them to my deviantart you might be able to have a visual aid to their clothes because I'm not very good at describing clothes...
Can you guess who the two watchers were...? I made it pretty obvious I think...
Next chapter...Hatter introduces Alfred to his other friends...
Read and Review please!
Love LadyCaledonia
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