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DISCLAIMER: I would just like to say that I did not create Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, because if I did, I would be a lot smarter than I am right now.
Ah, if only I had a brain... wait... wrong story...
Please forgive me for the wait. I was almost done with the chapter once before, but I... I hadn't saved it... and the internet crashed. TT_TT I DO NOT enjoy that... but I hope you will love this chapter!
Daisy: Readers better like it, or Daisy will eat them.
Johnathan: Now, now, Daisy. Go take a nap. Besides, they'll let us know if there's anything that needs fixing.
Daisy: Like the tea that Johnathan drinks?
Johnathan: /sigh/ Somewhat...
Daisy: Needs more caffeine...
Johnathan: That stuff you drink isn't even TEA!
The scent of tea, sugar, and pastries wafted through the forest, laughter echoing among the mangled trees as merriment was heard being made. A gloved hand of green silk shook gently as it lifted a cup of fine china to a blonde male's lips, a pleasant smile spreading on the pale face as the smell of the rhubarb green tea wafted to his nose. He tipped his head back as he swallowed the warmth, its sweet yet tart flavor running down his throat, the blue emblem of clubs pierced to his ear, resembling the paint on the cup, glistened in the never-ending six o'clock sunset.
The man gently set down his cup with a 'chink' and adjusted his felt green top hat on his wavy hair. He examined himself in the reflection in the tea, and twirled a lock of chin length hair around his finger. He smirked at his appearance, his hair looking as thought he had just gotten out of bed, yet still he looked as sophisticated as a man performing a sonata in front of millions.
"Johnathan?" A feminine voice with a thick Russian accent spoke.
The blonde's golden eyes flicked to a female in her late teens. He smiled at the messy appearance of the hare, her caramel brown hair unkempt as if she had just finished a mile race. She played with her large rabbit ears of matching fur, her fingers running over the scruffy fur in excitement. Her dress, a shade of green darker than Johnathan's own green suit, was much more formal with its ordinate frills stopping just below her knee, a pattern of shining, royal blue grain embroidered here and there on the silk skirt.
"Yes, dear Marcelle?" The male's voice was deep, and could send shivers down the spine of people who didn't know him too well, as well as people who knew him on beneficial terms...
"Are we having guests today?" Marcelle asked, her emerald green eyes glowing with excitement for the answer she knew would come, but the joy died quickly when he answered her, repeating the question.
"Are we?" the Hatter, as Johnathan was sometimes called, asked.
The Hare put a yellow nail between her bleach-white teeth as she thought of a way to say it... Her language wasn't very good; It was only a step up from a seven year old in the English language. "Eh, that annoying rabbit of Diamond is coming to give us food..." she mumbled.
A large mouse tail smacked her hand like a whip. Marcelle gave a cry of pain as Johnathan stood up angrily. "Daisy! What has gotten into you?" The blonde moved his attention to the Hare's injured hand. "Are you okay, dear Marcelle?" The female nodded, biting her lip to keep from completely bawling in front of a man that was like a father to her. Her hand sure did hurt, though.
"Marcelle shouldn't eat fingers! Fingers are not tarts yet! When fingers are tarts, then Marcelle can eat them!" A small girl with curly red hair and the ears of a mouse defended herself. "Daisy doesn't want Marcelle to eat raw fingers!" The blonde's golden eyes steadied on the seven year old clothed in pajamas a shade lighter than his own suit. She held a doll of plush, in the shape of a bat. Her hair was pinned with a bow, her namesake in the center of the ribbons.
"Door-mouse..." The Hatter growled with a voice you would only hear from the mutant of a bloodthirsty bear and a pissed off alligator... if it could talk... and was about to kill you. "What the Hare's eating habits are does not concern seven-year-olds that don't even have a good idea what tea is..."
"Daisy says BULLSHIT!" The mouse yelled at the top of her voice, her attitude as fiery as her red hair. "Daisy knows what is healthy for Marcelle, and raw fingers do NOT fit in with the bill!"
Johnathan sighed, taking his seat, not wanting to get his ear blown out. "Just drink your fake tea... Seriously, you should switch to something with less caffeine... Like NOT Herbal-Matte..."
Daisy's ears lowered like a wolf ready to strike. "Herbal-Matte IS tea! It just isn't made from Camellia Sinensis!"
Johnathan's top hat sagged considerably as he slowly stood up, calmly grabbing a silver knife. "Camellia Sinensis is the only plant that makes actual tea, all the rest of the herbal infusions are just WANNABES!" The Hatter then threw his silverware at the Door-mouse, who ducked just in time as it grazed a curl of hair, cutting off a dime's length. The trio heard a frightened yell from a rabbit trying to dodge the flying missile, but none paid attention.
"HAT BASTARD! YOU WILL SUFFER FOR MESSING UP DAISY'S HAIR!"
"Oh, the Rabbit of the Diamond is here," Johnathan said calmly, the black cloud of anger vanishing immediately from the area.
"Abbot! Has Abbot the Rabbit brought a baby yet?" Daisy used the annoying rhyme the man so hated.
"N-not yet... I just came to give this jam..." He brought it out as he said this, his ears low. He was still a bit spooked from the flying knife...
"JAM!" Marcelle jumped onto the table and ran across it, leaping off of it onto an Abbot that was frozen with fear. "Jam jam jam jam jam jam jam..."
"G-g-get off of me..." Abbot's face was red, and he was shaking. He never planned on having Marcelle jump on him... The thought made him sick. "Please."
Marcelle stood up with a harrumph, and straightened out her skirt. "You don't seem to mind when a male jumps on you..." She grinned when Abbot responded with a face even redder.
"Th-that's none of your business..." Abbot muttered, his ears tucked to him, and quietly set the jam on the table.
"Of course it's our business! What if you were a customer one day?" Johnathan piped up, grinning. "We aim to please, and you wouldn't be very happy with a female, it seems..." Johnathan's eye glowed, and flicked to the Hovel that was nearby. Abbot backed away slowly towards the gate, his eyebrows sloping down in anger.
"I-I-I'm just here to run errands... Despite my appearance, I'm not the deviant you think I am..." His large rabbit ears, the culprits that screamed he was into seriously kinky stuff, twitched nervously. He prided himself on the fact he wasn't like most rabbits... He didn't jump on everything that moved, like many did, including Marcelle. He frowned upon the creatures that derived their existence to be purposed for sexual excitement. He was better than them... His red eyes stranded to the Door-mouse. She would soon learn of the Hatter and the Hare's practices, how they earned so much money. He was surprised that they had earned status in their work as well. He noticed a card of Clubs peeking out the door. Barely wearing anything, the whore's face was in a lusty grin, and the male winked with a green eye. Abbot's eyes widened, and quickly turned to leave. "Goodbye. I do not wish to talk to the likes of you, but it seems I have the misfortune of being the messenger boy of this world."
Johnathan grinned wider. "Oh, and Rabbit boy," the blonde called teasingly, "I'd like you to give this back to Mrs. Neko... She forgot it last time she was here." The man pulled a small gold ear-ring out of his pocket. "She's making plans for a special little guy..." The golden eyed male grinned. Abbot frowned, annoyed that the Hatter even dare mention the female's name.
"I will get it to the Cat as soon as I can." Aside from sexual deviants, he really hated the Cat. He refused to call Harriet by name, a large disrespect in that country, and Abbot lived and breathed by manners. Only as the Cat. She always corrected him, and was extremely rude to him, and would never show up anywhere on time, yet suddenly appear out of nowhere to scare the living daylights out of you. Oh, right. And her mother was a Card of Clubs. That usually made you the dirt on people's shoes.
Johnathan noticed the hate in Abbot's ruby eyes as he had mentioned 'the Cat' that he had raised, and Marcelle noticed this as well. The girl had been like an older sibling to her. "I hope you try to be a bit more pleasant when you see Harriet. Otherwise, you won't be welcome into the Club's territory. Not even to visit her son."
Abbot's eyes grew wide. "The Cat has a son?" His ears grew lopsided. He hadn't heard of a son. "Who's the Father?"
Johnathan's eyes glowed as he sat back in his chair. He looked into his tea cup sadly as he mentioned a name that still pulled at his heartstrings. "Cheshire."
Abbot understood the mournful look in the blonde's eyes. Cheshire was every-body's friend, and everyone had loved him, some how. In Abbot's case, they were comrades in arms from the war with the Bandersnatch. Cheshire was the Joker of the Deck in their world. He made a living from being the neutral man of the territories. Sadly, about six months ago, he had suddenly disappeared, and the thing that had been left was only a golden pocket watch.
Abbot had been the man entrusted with it, because he was infamous for never breaking a rule, and the rule was to report it to one of the higher-ups, either the King of Hearts or Diamonds, if anything important or interesting happened while in his care.
"Ah... I see... I'll deliver it as soon as possible." He took the ear-ring from the Hatter's outstretched hand, and briskly walked in the direction of his next destination. He would have to take a detour to the Cat's... Just what he needed. He began running through the forest, his anger making him ignore the sounds of the Tulgey Wood.
TADAAAA. I finally managed to write something in. Aren't I cool... Haha, no. He'll visit Xanatos pretty damn soon, so you'll actually know who I'm talking about. YAY FOR KNOWLEDGE. *fistpump* Wish me luck on updating QUICKLY. HAHA.
