Yamato: And you didn't even care that she pried me off of you?
Taichi: She threatened to lock me up in the broom closet for a whole month without you.
Yamato: That explains things.......When did she do that?
Taichi: Before she started writing this awful-y wonderful fic. -smile-
Yamato: Wha?
Kaitoumiko: Boo! Wow, people are actually reading the second chapter?
Yamato: no kidding. o.o;;;
Kaitoumiko: Don't own Digimon or Alice in Wonderland either.
Taichi: Taito, Daiken other random couplings and cross-dressing still apply. Enjoy.
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Yamato in Wonderland
Of prisoners and talking doors
The distance to the bridge wasn't quite that far from where they had fallen, being only a few meters away. At first the blond had thought that Bunny boy was going to go over the bridge, since there was nothing but garbage and more often than not, a half sleeping drunk underneath it. However, the Bunny boy either unaware of its conditions or not caring ran into it, disappearing from Yamato's line sight. The blond on the other hand, thought that meeting the Bunny boy far outweighed what awaited him under the bridge following the other boy.
So it wasn't until it was too late, that Yamato had chased the boy under the bridge—at least it was a bridge when he had ran beneath it.
Yamato blinked to find himself in a small room.
"What the," he turned around but he was only greeted by a wall. "Wasn't I in Odaiba? This is why you don't chase Bunny boys under bridges he mentally kicked himself.
The room itself was sparsely decorated with only a table at its center and a door no bigger or wider than a foot straight ahead.
"Come to think of it," Yamato glanced around, "where is Bunny boy?
And as if being stuck in a room alone with only a table and the smallest door in the world wasn't enough, he looked to find
"—a DRESS?!" he cried outraged tugging indignantly at the dress. His favorite long sleeved collared shirt and black pants that hugged him in all the right ways were gone; replaced with a black French maid uniform and knee high black boots with two inch heels no less. Much to his annoyance he noticed he also had a huge ribbon tied behind him. "Prolly holds the crummy white apron in place," he grumbled, murderously glancing at the walls.
"This better be some fucked up dream." He threatened to no one in particular, though he should have been thankful that he didn't have the little hat to top off the ensemble. Not that Yamato had notice though, feeling like a cheap whore in gothic Lolita cosplay.
He crossed his arms crossly, wondering how the hell the slight detail of wearing a dress had escaped him to begin with. Though, his features soften a bit, once he remembered begrudgingly that he had eaten week old chocolate. Which would not have been all that bad, if he had actually remembered to put it away. "That must have been it," he contemplated. "I thought it tasted rather funny..."
He sighed, plopping down on the floor miserably. "I wonder where Bunny boy went."
"Like I said," grated a voice "He went through me."
"Through who?" suddenly springing to his feet.
"Me." replied the voice.
Yamato looked around the room suspiciously, having suddenly become overwhelmed with a wave of paranoia. "Where are you 'Me'"
"I'm the door you idiot."
"Since when do doors talk?"
"Since when do boys wear dresses?" retorted the door.
Yamato glared knives picking up the sharpest thing he could find which was a key from the table. He, however, being blinded with rage had failed to notice it was a key and not just a random sharp phallic object he could jab the door with.
"And that's supposed to scare me?" The blond looked down at the key in his hand and shrugged.
"It opens you doesn't it?
He kneeled down and opened the door smoothly only to find himself confronted with another problem.
"Thought you were so smart," the door said snidely "How the hell you gonna go through now?"
The blond cursed. For a moment, he stared longingly at the receding bunny boy, "I'm late!" being heard in soft diminishing intervals. Then he tipped himself over with a thud on the floor. Hopeless. He was utterly and absolutely hopeless.
The door laughed at him and Yamato in turn glared at it.
"You are my prisoner," cackled the door.
"What's with me today," he muttered to himself, sitting up to scan the room for anything useful.
"Are you ignoring me girly boy?" the door spat quite peeved, she wasn't used to being ignored. "I said 'you're my prisoner!' "
The blond stood up abruptly to inspect the contents of the table further, it being the only thing in the room besides him and the confounded door.
"Oi! Are you even listening?"
A little jar stared up at Yamato from its place on the table and without thinking he picked it up for closer inspection.
"Drink Me," he read continuing ignoring the door.
Well it can't get worst than wearing a dress and being stuck with a talking door he figured, consuming half the jar.
Of course he should also have realized all odds were against him, however...
"Mmm... strawberry," he was about to take another sip when he began to shrink.
"Who ever heard of something so bloody ridiculous," he scowled muttering. He turned to the door noting he was now the correct size to go through.
"Finally," the blond sighed. Things were finally starting to look brighter, especially after the shrink spell.
The door however was not going to let him have his way and locked herself.
And out the window went all euphoria with the slam of the door. He crept closer turning the knob to find it locked.
"I unlocked you!" he cried, whining like a three year old.
"I told you that you were my prisoner and you are staying that way." The door said smugly.
Yamato did the only thing any rational person would do when locked into a small space. Kick the door down while cursing vibrant insults.
"Stop hitting me you bastard it hurts!" exclaimed the door materializing into a girl.
"And you are?" the blonde asked casually raising an eyebrow.
"The door," snapped the brown-haired girl, "and that hurt you dolt." taking her compact out to estimate damage done.
"Look, I just wanted to get through," he spat, "how was I supposed to know that a door turned into a girl!"
The girl snapped the compact shut. "I don't know where you come from but banging and kicking never got anyone anywhere and it isn't gonna work for you either."
Yamato opened his mouth to say something.
"Don't even start," she snapped "I said you were my prisoner and you are going to stay that way."
"So what exactly do you want me to do door?" he asked sarcastically "Have me starve to death? Is that your idea of fun?"
"Idiot. Of course not, but I do get awfully lonesome." She paused as if considering something then added, "Call me Jun. Door sounds kinda dingy, anyway we have all the time in the world to get to know each other, my love."
"Fine door, Jun whatever," he grinded through his teeth "It's been real fun but I really have to get going now." He let out a brittle laugh following it with a painful smile.
The door was unimpressed.
"Why do you want to leave anyway?" She circled her arms around his waist, which startled him into a panic. "It would be nice just the two of us."
"Well I," he stammered, "It's none of your business now—"
"Of course it is," she pulled him into a closer embrace, "you are my prisoner."
He pushed at her rabidly in a pathetic attempt to get away but was greatly disadvantaged, doors tended to be quite stubborn.
Instead of being torn away the door laughed and held him closer, if that was at all possible. Yamato slumped miserably against her, defeated.
"See this isn't all that bad, my Yama-chan," she cooed. "Why would you want to leave me to begin with my darling Yama-sama?"
He sighed. "The white rabbit." He said flatly. "I'm looking for him."
The door straightened and much to the blonde's relief released him. "hmmm..interesting."
Not knowing what else to do Yamato glared at his keeper. "That's all you have to say? 'Interesting'?"
"Well, seeing as you saw the white rabbit I could possibly make a few arrangements..."
His blue eyes lit up instantly, "arrangements?"
Jun waved her hand flippantly and shrugged "I rather have a willing prisoner; it's too much of a chore to break one."
He nearly jumped for joy; he thanked every deity known to man for letting him out of this small hell.
She eyed him, a small sly smile crossing her face.
"Of course, you have to kiss me first." She said matter-of-factly, pursing her lips.
Yamato's face dropped. "Why do I have to kiss you?
"Because I'm the door and I say so."
He opened his mouth but sound and all spoken word eluded him.
"And you're going to leave how?"
"Fine."
He'd at least have a chance to find Bunny boy and see where he was headed.
With a deep determined breath he stepped forward, hesitantly placing a quick peck on her cheek.
"That's cheating Yama-kins" she wheedled pointing to her lips.
Rolling his eyes he dove for another peck and found himself on the other side.
"I'm free!" A sigh of relief escaped him.
Now that I am on track he thought where is Bunny boy?
He turned to look behind him but any trace of a door had disappeared. Instead he was left standing on a winding dirt path in the middle of what seemed a vast forest. I guess Bunny boy went that way... he reasoned as it was the only path he could see and figured it was the path he had seen beyond the door.
The blonde stared dubiously at the path before him.
"The longer I stand here the less likely it'll be that I'll catch up." he lectured himself. "Then again I can just get lost in this crazy land where doors not only talk but transform into girls and guys have to wear dresses." He shifted uncertainly.
"On second thought, I can't be anymore lost than I already am."
And with that, he journeyed forth through the narrow side winding path before him.
To be continued....
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Taichi: Haven't you noticed that Ken isn't wearing a dress Yama?
Yamato: Ask Kaitoumiko, I sure hell would have noticed. –glares-
Kaitoumiko: You're in shock Yama! It's only natural that you miss that...and don't ruin the story Taichi or else I'm keeping Yamato for myself.
Taichi: How did I ruin it! Who bloody else has indigo hair besides Ken!
Kaitoumiko: -pouts- Fine, you don't have to be mean about it.
Yamato: Please review...Taichi she's getting that look again—
Kaitoumiko: What look?