A/N: I'm surprised that I didn't put a note or a disclaimer or ANYTHING in the first chapter. Ermehgerd, where's my head at these days? Well, just to let you know the slashy goodness begins in this chapter. Again, it's not my whole story but it does play a significant role.

Oh and it's of a homosexual nature. D: And there is a severe age gap. DOUBLE D: D:

So if you don't like the pairing, I sincerely do not give a shit in the slightest. Any "oh my god, you just had to ruin the story with your icky yaoi" comments will be ignored in the same way that I ignore Shiro and Ganta being a legitimate couple. ;D If you don't like the yaoi, don't like the pairing and can't get over if for all of six chapters to read a story then you can ever so kindly get the fuck out. :)

AND NOW WE ALL MOVE ON TO WHAT WE CAME FOR.

As the boy continued through the mushroom forest he felt more and more claustrophobic. The mushrooms were so tall and their tops were so big that hardly any sunlight seemed to make it through. The vibrant colors that the boy had first woke to had seemed to dull and dim in the dark. He wondered briefly if he too would grow dark and grey scale.

He shook the thought out of his head. He needed to focus on what little knowledge he had and keep pushing forward.

I'm in a place called Wonderland. I'm in a mushroom forest. I took directions from a man who's a Cheshire cat and the path I'm on is called Hatter's way. I'm looked for a pale girl with white rabbit ears.

The boy knew he was also looking for answers. He especially wanted to know who he was, how he got here and what he was meant to do here. At the very least he wanted a name.

I guess I could name myself but...what would I call myself?

The boy noticed light bleeding throughout the shadows. It seemed he was coming towards a clearing. He also heard something. It sounded like a song. He moved a little faster hoping that whoever was singing could also give him some insight on his questions.

"Willows, cedars, sycamores" the voice sang.

It was a young girl's voice. It seemed to warble a little on the notes. Her words ran together as if there were too many to sing.

The boy had reached another clearing and still the world around him continued to impress and stun him. There in the middle of the clearing was a round table and at it sat three people. One of which was the white rabbit girl. The boy ran to the table, his shoes making tapping noises on the blue cobblestone that encircled the ground. The girl was swaddled in a mismatched, stitched blanket. She was happily swaying side to side and finishing up her song.

"...this song will set you free."

"Hey!" the boy shouted to her, "Rabbit girl!"

The girl blinked before smiling happily.

"Ganta!" she shouted.

She sprung forth from the blanket and tackled the boy with a hug.

"Ganta! Ganta! Ganta!" she cheered.

"Hey! What are you doing!?"

Also at the table sat a teenage boy and a grown man. The teenager sipped at his tea and the the man turned away from the scene with a slight blush on his face.

"What did I say about having tea with us!?" the man shouted though he still couldn't look at the scene playing out, "Cover yourself!"

The teenager got up and picked up the ugly blanket the girl had been sitting in before. He walked over to the girl who was cuddling the boy and chanting "Ganta".

"You should cover up," the teenage boy told her, "for Hatter's sake."

The girl stood up and innocently looked down to her skin tight suit.

"But I don't get it. What's wrong with my clothes?" she pondered.

"Still, if you stay for tea, you shouldn't upset the host, y'know?" the older boy reasoned.

"Okay," she mumbled.

Suddenly, the girl went hyper aware. Her ears shot straight up and her body went rigid. Her ears turned slightly, swiveling to find something.

"I have to go," she said quickly before turning away from the two boys.

She took a jump, her body traveling an inhuman distance.

"Bye, Ganta!" the girl shouted as she continued to make her way back into the mushroom forest.

The young boy watched her with equal parts confusion and awe. She must have very powerful legs to jump such distances.

The older boy held out his hand to the younger.

"Ganta is it?" he asked.

The boy focused back to the situation at hand and looked at the older boy's hand. He took it but with hesitance.

"Yeah," he responded, "I guess."

So my name is Ganta, he thought. I guess I can get used to that.

"Well Ganta," the older boy said as he helped him up, "I'm the March Hare and sitting at the table is my friend the Mad Hatter."

"Hatter?" Ganta thought out loud, "So I guess I did go Hatter's way."

"Is she gone yet?" the Hatter asked.

He was a tall man, roughly in his early to mid-twenties. His skin was tan and his body was muscular. The Hatter wore a long overcoat with no undershirt. On his head was a top hat, stitched poorly and made of grays and blacks.

Ganta looked over to the older boy. He was only a few years older than Ganta. The boy was dressed in a crimson, old fashioned suit with a cream colored undershirt. The March Hare turned towards the Hatter.

"Yeah, she's gone," he replied.

Ganta could now see why the March Hare had his name. Sure enough, on the sides of his head were two light brown, rabbit ears that matched the color of his hair. They were very small though unlike the girl's ears, and they stayed up and at a point.

The Hatter uncovered his eyes to reveal that he had an eye patch. He looked much too masculine to be sitting at a table for tea and the March Hare looked too sophisticated and polite to be keeping his company.

"Thank God," the Hatter sighed, "So what brings you here kid? And what's with the outfit?"

Ganta looked down at himself and was stunned to see what he was wearing. It was a white, short sleeve, button up top with a thin, black bow at the top securing the collar. The shirt was tucked into a pair of light blue shorts that hit right above his knee cap. His knees were bare but right underneath them were white stockings and at the end of those were a pair of black, flat Mary Jane's.

Ganta was dressed like a little English school boy.

"It wasn't like I picked this or anything!" Ganta argued as his cheeks grew red.

Ganta's hands instinctively went to hide at his knees as if having them exposed was embarrassing. He meant to hide his ridiculous outfit when really he looked like a girl trying to keep her skirt down.

The Hatter smiled. There was something interesting about his smile. It had warmth to it and a sense of approval but at the same time there was something else to it. Something that Ganta couldn't quite pin but something that oddly excited and intimidated him all at once.

"Hey, I didn't say I didn't like it," the Hatter assured him, "It's just a little young for you isn't it? How old are you anyway?"

"I'm fourteen," Ganta squeaked.

Ganta wasn't sure how he knew that. In fact, he knew he had no way of knowing that. It seemed right though, the number fourteen. People always said that you were only as old as you felt. Ganta felt like he was fourteen. Although, the more Ganta thought about it he wasn't sure what people he'd heard that from or if he'd heard it all considering life had just started a little more than an hour ago.

Ganta sighed and decided that if it felt like a fact then it was a fact. There was no sense in trying to prove everything anyway. Eventually, he was bound to get to the point where he have to prove the proof that proved the proof in the first place and that wasn't a mess he was going to tackle any time soon.

"You should come and sit at the table. Have a cup of tea. We have cakes," the Hare offered before looking at the table and frowning, "Well, we had cakes. Shiro sure has an appetite for sweets."

"Shiro?" Ganta asked, confused.

"Oh, that's right," the Hare said as he pulled a chair open for Ganta, "I got your name before I got your title. That was kind of rude of me. So, you're Ganta the..?"

Ganta looked at him blankly. He wasn't sure what the Hare meant and he was still hesitating whether or not he should sit down and join the two strangers for tea.

"Enough with that title crap," the Hatter said before throwing his cup of tea over his shoulder, allowing it break and clatter on the cobblestone, "A title's just a title but a name lasts forever."

The Hatter kicked a chair away from the table slightly and spun it around with ease before letting it face towards Ganta.

"The name's Senji," the Hatter declared, "Now why don't you have a seat?"

Ganta nervously went and sat by Senji's side. He was still very confused as to what was meant with names and titles but Senji's muscular appearance and firm yet friendly demeanor left little room for argument. Ganta felt like he paled in comparison to the man next to him. Even sitting down, Ganta's height barely reached Senji's shoulder. Standing, Ganta was lucky if he came up to his chest.

"There," Senji smiled.

Again, there was something odd about Senji's smile. It seemed a little too warm and a little too approving. It wasn't malicious in any sense of the word yet it intimidated Ganta. It felt overtly familiar in a way like Senji was looking at a picture of an old close friend. Even Senji's body was turned towards him offering Senji's full attention to Ganta.

Ganta felt a little flustered and a tad jealous as he took in Senji closer up. The abs that peeked from the open coat were rippling and fantastic and manly all the way down to Senji's low hung, black jeans. Senji was masculine but he wasn't so masculine that he was hulking or brutish. He was just fit.

Ganta glanced down at his own body again. It was a soft and slender and boyish and the outfit didn't help either.

I wish I could look that manly. Ganta thought in slight awe.

The Hare took a seat across from Senji and Ganta.

"Well," he said before he picked up a new cup and took a sip, "since we're all going by a name basis; I'm Yō."

So everyone here has a title and a name. Ganta thought. Senji's the Hatter…Yō is the March Hare…then…

"Shiro was it?" Ganta asked.

While Ganta had been thinking Yō had grabbed yet another cup and Senji had begun smoking a black and blue striped cigarette.

"The White Rabbit?" Yō asked and then clarified, "Yeah that's Shiro. She's a part of the Red Queen's court. As a result, she never really stays long. The Queen's always calling her though for what I wouldn't know. Sometimes I wonder if even Shiro knows what the Queen wants."

"The Red queen," Senji pointed out, "not the queen. Bitch doesn't own all of Wonderland."

"You know how I feel about the queens, Senji," Yō warned.

"Yeah, I know." Senji shook the ashes of his cigarette into a half teacup that lay on its side, "You'll put your loyalties wherever that damn sister of yours does."

"And what's so wrong with that?" Yō said, obviously getting annoyed and angry.

"Nothing," Senji shrugged, "'cept that you're sister's a bitch."

Yō stood up from the table and slammed his hands down on it.

"Don't you talk about my sister!" he defended.

"Wait," Ganta piped in.

His small voice seemed to defy the growing tension between Senji and Yō. With its innocence and slight squeak it seemed to have deflated the situation entirely.

"You have a sister?" Ganta asked, "Is she a rabbit too?"

Yō sighed and took his seat.

"I'm the March Hare, not a rabbit," Yō pointed out, "and no. Why would she be a hare?"

"Well, why wouldn't she be?" Ganta asked back.

Yō went to answer the question but found himself speechless as he couldn't think of an answer. Senji then chuckled once but it was a hearty chuckle and as he laughed he gave Ganta a slap on the back. It had caught Ganta a little off guard and Senji's hand lingered there.

"I like you, kid," Senji said somewhat affectionately.

All of a sudden a mouse jumped up and ran across the table. No one panicked at this though and while Ganta found it surprising, he felt more curious toward the matter. He was happy that he felt curious too. It was better to be curious than frightened.

Ganta still felt awkward though that Senji was touching him so personally but he tried to ignore that.

The mouse ran straight up to Senji and upon further inspection it turned out not to be a mouse at all. It was a tiny woman in a white uniform. On her hat were two mice ears and the end of her belt fell behind her like a tail.

"Hatter, Senji," the small woman announced as officially as her small voice would allow her to, "you have been asked to come to the White Court by the insistence of the White Queen."

She stood militantly but her tiny stature and cute face revealed that she was a novice.

"Really, huh?" Senji asked, "What for?"

"Insistence?" Yō commented, "Your queen sounds a little needy."

"I have no queen," Senji argued before turning back to the small woman, "now what the heck does she want me for?"

"That's classified," the woman responded.

Senji took a long drag from his cigarette. He blew the smoke upwards, letting it spiral out from his lips.

"Dormouse," he said to the tiny woman, "how long have you known me?"

"That's Lieutenant Dormouse," she tried to assert herself but ultimately she broke into softer character, "if you wouldn't mind."

"Lieutenant Dormouse then," Senji rephrased, "You've known me for years and while I think it's great that you're getting stronger and stuff working for the White Queen but that ain't the life for me. So either you tell me what she wants me for or she can do it herself."

Lieutenant Dormouse seemed to pause and think about the proposition for a moment. She looked the type to start blathering out everything she knew all at once but with a push of her tiny glasses she managed to reassert her chipper, militant attitude.

"The White Queen has recently come across information regarding the status of the war and she would like to enlist you in finding the a-"

Senji's hands suddenly clapped over Lieutenant Dormouse.

"Senji," Ganta shouted while Yō remained indifferent, "you'll kill her!"

Ganta grabbed at Senji's hands and fought to lift them. Senji easily kept his hands on the table but he watched Ganta with shock. He honestly hadn't expected the boy to react so quickly and to take him on of all people.

"You've got a lot of nerve, kid," Senji observed.

Ganta had put his whole body into prying Senji's hands off the table at this point. He lifted with all of his bodily might in hopes that the little woman was still alive and breathing.

"What are you talking about?!" Ganta continued to shout passionately, her voice occasionally cracking, "You're going to suffocate her! Let her go!"

Senji lifted his hands gently and as he did Ganta still clung to his arm mystified to see the small woman had curled up into a ball and was completely unharmed.

"A-are you all right?" Ganta asked her.

Lieutenant Dormouse looked around her to see that the threat was gone. She stood and saluted to Ganta.

"I'm all right," she confessed, "Senji used to do that a lot back when I came to tea."

Ganta looked back to Senji curiously and Senji shrugged. The shrug reminded Ganta that he was still holding onto Senji as he felt the muscle force travel down Senji's bicep. With embarrassment, he went to let go but Senji brought up his other hand and held Ganta in place.

"Not so fast, kid," Senji said before turning back to Lieutenant Dormouse, "tell your queen that I'll be there and that she better be ready for me."

Lieutenant Dormouse saluted and then scampered off the edge of the table. Ganta hadn't noticed it before but a rather quiet and faithful looking bloodhound had been siting just a few feet from him all this time. Senji stood on the table, momentarily releasing Ganta. On the blood hound's collar was a small saddle which the tiny woman took to and the two went off into the forest.

"A mouse riding a dog…?" Ganta thought out loud.

"All right kid, come on," Senji said as he held out his hand.

As Ganta looked at Senji, he realized that Senji had changed hats. The black and gray top hat had been replaced by a dark gray beanie.

"What happened to your hat?" Ganta asked curiously.

Senji shrugged before grabbing Ganta by the arm and pulling him onto the table.

"It ain't tea time anymore." Senji reasoned, "You better hold on tight, Ganta."

"What? Wait!" Ganta protested.

It was too late by then. Senji had grabbed Ganta arms and wrapped them around his body. Ganta felt awkward being pressed up against Senji's chest and continued to protest.

"This is gonna be hot, kid." Senji said with a smile.

Ganta's face turned stark red.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S GONNA BE HOT!? WHAT'S GONNA BE HOT! LET ME GO!"

The sound of a tea kettle could be heard. It started off quietly and grew louder and louder almost to ear shattering proportions.

"You sure you don't wanna come, Yō?" Senji offered.

Yō simply shook his head but there was a far off almost sad look in his eyes.

Suddenly the entire table shot up from the ground. Ganta screamed as he and Senji went flying into the air table and all.

"What's happening!?" Ganta shouted as he now clung to Senji's torso.

"There's a giant tea kettle underneath the cobblestone. The table just right above the spout. You didn't know?" Senji asked.

"How was I supposed to!?"

"How were you not supposed to?" Senji smirked a bit.

With an expertly timed jump, Senji hopped off the round table and onto one of the large mushroom tops of the forest.

"Wow," Ganta said as he took in the beauty.

The top of the mushroom was even more colorful and brilliant than the bottom. There were colors everywhere, purples and blues and oranges and pinks and greens. There were patterns too, polka dots and stripes. The particular one they were standing on looked like a pink sunset.

"This is beautiful," Ganta praised, "I didn't even realize you could get up here."

"It's a faster way to travel especially since the jub jub bird's dead. No more pest control," Senji said.

Ganta couldn't believe how vast it was. It seemed to go on forever. Every once in a while there was a little interruption; clearings mostly but Ganta could see the white peak of a building poking out of a rather large whole in the forest.

Ganta was just about to ask what it was when Senji looked down at his with that same oddly familiar smile.

"You gonna travel with me like this whole way kid?" he asked, "You're not a koala are ya?"

Ganta immediately let go of Senji and tried to hide his embarrassment.

"It was just a little surprised," Ganta argued, "that's all."

Senji still smiled at him and readjusted his long coat by the lapels.

"Sure kid." he said, "Sure."

A/N: Yes. I am a fan of Senji x Ganta. I think it is hothothothothothot and NONE SHALL CHANGE ME.

And no. I don't support Senji x Toto. I never will. I'm not hatin' just statin'.

Leave me reviews and love and such. I hope to get up the new chapter soon.