Down the Rabbit-Hole
GrimmjowxIchigo

Summary: Ichigo Kurosaki finds himself back in Wonderland in which he must slay the Jabberwocky to save everyone from an evil dictatorship by the Red King. Along the way Ichigo meets the strange inhabitants of Wonderland; including the handsome Mad Hatter, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. Based off 2010 movie.

Rating: PG-14

Warnings for entire story: Slash, swearing, crack!pairings, AU, OOC-ness, cross-dressing, and a horrible attempt to stick to Tim Burton's plotline. *facepalm*

a/n: P-please don't kill me. ;A; U-um, I sort of lost muse for this story and after receiving a death threat, I thought, hm, maybe I should update. U-um a-also I'm bumping to rating down. -dodges pitchforks-I'm not quite sure how to incorporate a sex-scene into this story, but I'm willing to do a one-shot based off this for people who were looking forward to it. I'm very open for suggestions, so please do drop a PM.

EDIT: Whiteinu1- Your PM is disabled so I can't send you the link, BUT, I'll post the link to the dress in this chapter here:

http : / / i140 . photobucket . com / albums / r38 / gingiemay / Um-Dress . jpg

And yes, I know the fabric is chiffon and probably that red part is a petticoat. I really can't name fabrics. ;A;

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-CHAPTER 4: Um From Umbradge-

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It was the breeze of a crisp, morning air that began to make Ichigo's eyes open. He blinked several times, sitting up wobbly as he tried to gather where the hell he was. His hand went to his forehead, rubbing it wearily as he tried to recall what exactly happened.

Then everything hit him like a ton of bricks.

He was in Wonderland, and he'd just been flung across a creek to find the White Queen… whilst Grimmjow had been surrounded and taken as prisoner.

Ichigo frowned deeply. He wasn't going to play the stupid, cliché damsel in distress card and go stumbling to the White Queen. Screw that! He had resolved last night to save Grimmjow!

And yes… He knew he was hurting Grimmjow by being unable to be the 'Ichigo' everyone was waiting for. He was hurting everyone. But that didn't matter! Right now, Ichigo Kurosaki was a man with a mission! That Jabberwacky or wocky thing had to wait.

The thing was, Ichigo… he couldn't even begin to describe the irrevocable pull he had towards the cerulean eyed Hatter (not to mention the painful throbbing in his chest). The way earlier Grimmjow had smiled gently at him, as if that smile was reserved just for Ichigo; and even the way he gave his maniacal grin.

Ichigo just met him… but there was something there—

The redhead groaned loudly at his inner thoughts. He didn't want to dwell on these weird feelings. He was just going to save him. Then maybe he could figure out how to get out of this… this dream.

Pushing the tag off his lap, Ichigo stood up and began to brush the dirt off his dress. Usually he could give a crap about ruining his dresses (which, might he add, he usually did just to piss of Ulquiorra and his sobbing father), but… Grimmjow made this dress.

Again! There it was again! That stupid throbbing in his chest and the acrobats doing millions of individual flips in his stomach! Ichigo was preparing a mental reprimanding when a loud, wet snuffling sound was made. Backing up in surprise, he watched the hat lifted by a wet, large nose.

"What the hell?" Ichigo cursed, watching the early morning sun beam down on him as the hat was tilted over. Ichigo raised a brow as a large canine sat back, staring expectantly at Ichigo with wide, dark brown eyes.

A rush of anger filled Ichigo's gut as he recognized the dog. 'The blood hound.'

"You!" Ichigo shouted, jabbing his index finger forward and staring accusingly at the dog. "I can't believe what you did! You… he trusted you! You had to lead those red knights away!"

The dog shook his head quite sadly. "I could not pretend any longer. Anymore lack of captured inhabtants for speaking poorly against the Red King or for withholding information about the chosen one, must go through trial..." He looked away, ashamed but not entirely apologetic. "The Knave of Hearts… he has my family locked up. My wife and pups."

Ichigo frowned, scuffing his ribbon clad feet against the dry earth. "… Oh." Quietly, he added, "What's your name, anyway? I highly doubt you're just called 'blood hound'."

"Komamura." he said at once. "You are Ichigo, the one from the prohepcy of the Hogyoku."

Feeling completely irritated and more than fed up, Ichigo glared harshly. "I'm not that Ichigo! Everyone is telling me that! How could I be that Ichigo when I don't remember any of this?" 'And how come I can't control my own dream?'

Komamura shook his head, "Grimmjow the Mad Hatter doesn't help anyone but himself. He's cold, cruel, and more than crazy. He helped you, though. Because you're Ichigo." Ichigo's eyes widen considerably at this point. "He wouldn't help anyone else."

"T-that… that is…" Ichigo was at a loss for words, fighting the heat on his cheeks. His hands clenched into fists at each side. "… He's at the Red Castle, correct?"

"Yes." Komamura answered.

Ichigo nodded at him. "We're going to save him."

"Impossible." Komamura said. "That is not in the scroll."

"Screw the scroll or Hogyoku or whatever it's called!" Ichigo shouted. "If it wasn't for me, Grimmjow wouldn't be caught by those thugs!"

"Frabjous day is arriving." the dog said, in warning. "You must begin preparing to slay the Jabberwocky. The White Queen is who you must seek to oversee your training."

"Argh! Listen! Everyone I've met since having this dream has told me who I supposedly am or who I must become! I've had no say! I've been tranquilized, I've met a lame-o named Ganju, I nearly got dissected by a rabbit, I've been attacked by this huge ass monster, I've been harassed by a perverted freak cat, I've been shoved in a tea pot, and now I've been tossed like a rag doll!" Ichigo took a step forward, and Komamura would later think if it wasn't for the dress, Ichigo had been extremely intimidating.

"This is my crazy, fucked up dream! I'm saying screw the Hogyoku! I'm going to decide how this dream plays out, not the people in my dream!"

"… I do not believe this is a good idea." Komamura murmured, but one glare from Ichigo and he was bending down and placing his head against the earth, letting a tiny Ichigo climb up from his nose and to his back, securely hanging onto his spiked collar.

"Take me to the Red Castle." Komamura reluctantly nodded, beginning to trot away but Ichigo remembered Grimmjow's hat. He quickly slid off Komamura and ran to the spot, grabbing the tag and hurrying to shove it on the side of the hat. Komamura padded over, bending forward so Ichigo could climb back up. "And grab the hat, if you could."

Biting the rim, Komamura secured his hold of the hat (which tasted odd on his tongue, instantly worrying whether or not that taste was the mercury in which this hat was painted with), sprinting towards the direction of the castle.

Ichigo watched his surroundings, noticing as they progressed further and further that the beautiful morning-dew covered trees and shrubbery began to fade into white sand and dead trees that looked like cracked quartz. The ground contained weeds and dried up dirt, causing Komamura to lose his footing at one point.

Ichigo could make out the beginnings of a castle now. As Komamura and Ichigo came closer, the more towering and treacherous the Red Castle became. It loomed over everything, the area around it much gloomier and foreboding. Ichigo could see several intricately designed conical spine towers, each made with rough white bricks. Red hearts lined each tower, the edge of the conical spine's and turret towers lined with red moldings. Flags flittered on poles, each the colour of a deep scarlet.

Soon they reached the castle completely, Ichigo realizing they were at the back. 'How convenient.' Ichigo thought. Komamura stopped a few feet short of being directly in front of the curtain wall, both of them scrutinizing it.

"There is only one way to approach the curtain wall." Komamura said, going down as Ichigo slid off him. The orange haired teen walked forward, realizing that there was type of moat created. The water was murky, muddy, and a thick grimy substance. Ichigo could see stones bobbing up and down. However, upon further inspection Ichigo realized those weren't stones—those were heads. Forcing a gag down, Ichigo could feel his nose wrinkle. Shit. Ichigo would prefer not to impose on the…beheaded like this, but, by the look of Komamura's downcast expression, this was the only way across without getting caught.

Taking a deep breath, Ichigo had a running start as he leapt onto a head. It was rubber like, the skin cracked and—ugh. Ichigo frowned, getting off his hands and knees and jumping to the next head. And the next. And the next.

There were dandelion seeds blowing gently, betraying the somber and morbid reality that was the head filled moat. Ichigo was more than relieved when he jumped onto land, nearly tripping on a large chunk of dirt. He looked up and had a feeling of vertigo, intimidated by the fact the wall was so large while he was so tiny. 'That's right. Grimmjow shrank me.'

Ichigo saw an opening in the wall, the slightest crack. Only something tiny could fit. Something tiny like him. At this point, Ichigo didn't feel quite so nervous or queasy. He would just need to get in, get Grimmjow, and get out, right?

He looked back briefly at Komamura, who was wagging his tail and sitting obediently. "Hey, could you pass over the hat?"

Komamura bobbed his head, twisting his neck a bit before flinging it over the curtain wall. Ichigo smiled and waved at Komamura in thanks before he ambled over to and through the crack.

He was surprised when his blue ribbon clad feet met soft, cushiony grass. Completely opposite of the landscaping outside the castle. Ichigo gasped when he saw rose bushes everywhere and every shape. They looped and circled and appeared cylindrical and rectangular, perfectly trimmed and the roses a gorgeous shade of red.

There was lots of voices, Ichigo realized. If he looked close enough, he could make out some shapes behind the rose bushes. Curious, as always, Ichigo walked forward to a rose bush, careful not to get to close in case a rose's thorn were to accidently maim him. He peeked, tea coloured eyes widening at the sight.

There were monsters.

At least, everyone looked like monsters.

All the guests (Ichigo guessed) had white, bone like masks on their faces. They all had some kind of abnormal feature like bright coloured haired (not that Ichigo could judge, because he had crazy hair, too) or large, almost painful looking muscles. Another thing: they all had holes. One woman had a hole in her cheek, another man had a hole in his wrist. That wasn't the only thing they had in common. They all wore outfits similar to each other—white with red sashes, trim, or accessories.

… Okay, the Red King was obviously anal about the whole red colour scheme.

Ichigo watched with interest as he saw a brown haired man in a completely red outfit. The only thing that stood out about his attire was the white, bone like crown nestled upon his slicked back hair. There was a fly-away strand that Ichigo really felt like cutting off.

'That must be the Red King… the one everyone is afraid of.' Ichigo deduced. Suddenly the King was being passed a flamingo, it's legs looking as if they were permanently stuck together and it's back stiff. The fox-faced man who gave the flamingo to the King stood back, a creepy smile on his face as the King smirked and drew the flamingo back, as if to swing…

Holy crap. There was a porcupine on the ground, curled up tightly. 'He's going to hit it!'

Ichigo watched stupidly as the flamingo swung forward and hit the porcupine, which swooshed through the air, coming straight at him. Ichigo quickly side stepped, the poor porcupine zooming past and landing on the grass not too far from Ichigo. As the strange people began to clap, Ichigo ran towards the creature, frowning as he saw it was bound with rope. He hurriedly began to untie it, nearly seething with anger. What the hell? So now the Red King was an animal abuser and a sadistic freak? He should be so glad Ichigo's dream did not include a PETA fortress.

"My dear Arrancars; where is my ball? Rabbit, fetch it now."

What a conceited ass! Ichigo tried to calm down as he noticed the porcupine squirming in fear. "Please," Ichigo begged. "Stop moving so much. I'm trying to save you."

The porcupine stopped briefly, Ichigo finally removing the rope as he heard the scurrying of the rabbit. 'Shit.' Ichigo thought. The rose bushes shook, and Ichigo turned to see a clad in red rabbit. 'That stupid mad rabbit!' The porcupine squeaked and ran off to the crack in the wall.

"Well, well, well." Mayuri grinned. "If it isn't the Fake-Ichigo."

"If it isn't the crazy pshycopath rabbit!" Ichigo said back.

"What brings you to the Red Castle?" the rabbit inquired, more than a little sadistic looking as his eyes gleamed in interest. Ichigo shuddered.

"I'm here to save Grimmjow." he managed to say after a moments hesitation.

"Don't make me laugh!" Mayuri crooned. "You won't be saving anyone with how microscopic you are! Luckily for you, I've been tinkering around with that cake recipe."

Tinkering? Ichigo didn't like the sound of that. But…the psycho bunny did have a point. He reluctantly held out his hands as Mayuri pulled out a piece of cake with white frosting, the rabbit depositing in his tiny hands. "Here here. Eat up now!"

Ichigo took a bite. And another one. And another one.

"Fool!" Mayuri hissed. "Not the entire thing!"

Ichigo hiccupped, eyes widening as he began to rise and his body morphed into regular proportions, and then into giant propositions. He heard the rips and tears of Grimmjow's dress happen, Ichigo feeling horrible about losing the dress. He was suddenly towering over Mayuri and the rose bush, naked and vunerable. Ichigo fought an impending blush as several eyes landed on him.

The King came forward, the fox-faced man and a dark skinned, blind male on his other side. The King smiled. "And who may this be, Mayuri?"

Mayuri, suddenly looking feeble and distressed, twiddled with his paws. "Ah, this, you see… this is… um…"

Ichigo wanted to facepalm. Seriously, couldn't he think of a name? Ichigo improvised. "Um. From Umbradge. Pleased to meet you." He would've held out his enormous hand, but he was naked and he need that hand to hide his, uh, unmentionables.

The King eyed the beginning of Ichigo's chest appreciately, a creepy and almost sinister smirk fracing his face. "Um from Umbradge. Now why are you naked and in my rose bush garden, Um?"

"I'm naked because I out grew my clothes." Some people sniggered. Ichigo continued. "I've been growing non-stop and I figured if I came here, I could gain acceptance. Everyone in Umbradge all but banished me." Ichigo tried to give the best puppy dog eyes he could muster. 'Please work please work please work!'

"… I see." The King finally hummed. "Welcome to my castle, Um. Anyone with skin as lovely as yours and a body as abonormal, as well, is welcome in my castle." He turned to the fox-faced man. "Gin, please retrive some clothes for Um."

"Yes, Lord Aizen." the man giggled, walking off into the crowd. Ichigo blushed as he realized people were still watching his every move.

He had to put up with this. This was for Grimmjow, after all.

"Do take a seat." Aizen said, seated in his own regal red throne. Ichigo looked at his own stool, sending a worried glance at the red clad monkey who was holding it. Sitting down, he tried not to hurt the monkey who was at the side.

"That dress looks rather lovely on you, Um." The King eyed him with a strange glint in his eye, one that made Ichigo want to squirm with disgust. Ichigo looked down at his clothes. He was wearing a red dress (surprise, surprise).

The skirt of the dress was a red petticoat tier, ruffled and frayed at each layer. A white, translucent chiffon fabric draped over the petticoat, a black dashed pattern all across it. Its bottom was ruffled in the front and in the back, giving the dress a very asymmetrical look. It continued to Ichigo's torso, crossing to his left shoulder in a flurry of more ruffles. The bodice was the same shade of red as the rest of the castle, also covered by the chiffon fabric. Instead of dashes, there were black stripes going vertically on his chest. Ichigo inspected the bandage on his arm, seeing it also designed to match. It was black and red, the red ribbon knotted into neat bow in the front.

Ichigo tried not to think about how ridiculous he looked. Did Aizen make him a dress just to eye him like a creep?

Aizen suddenly snapped his fingers. "I have called for some entertainment. I do hope you'll enjoy."

'Yeah, I'll enjoy kicking your shin once I've saved Grimmjow.' Ichigo thought with a scowl.

And then Ichigo could feel himself gaping.

Because Ganju and Hanatarou entered.

"These are the Tweedle twins. They have other names, but we call them Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum." Aizen explained.

Ganju ambled forward, forehead creased and bottom lip jutting out in defiance. Hanatarou whimpered, shaking Ganju's arm and saying "Ganju! Please behave! O-or we'll l-lose our heads!"

Ganju looked up and made eye contact with Ichigo. He cheeks turned red with anger, mouth opening to begin lashing out at Ichigo. Hanatarou saw the panic in Ichigo's eyes, slapping a petite hand over his mouth. "G-Ganju! Please!"

"Isn't that—"

Hanatarou threw his other hand against Ganju's mouth. "N-no! It isn't! It isn't G-Ganju!"

"No!" Ganju tried to push Hanatarou away as gently as possible. "What is he doing—"

The petite black haired boy feebly stomped on Ganju's foot. "N-no! W-we've never seen him! N-nope! No!"

Ganju frowned, shaking Hanatarou off but stopping the questioning. He glared harshly at Ichigo, as if trying to mentally ask why Ichigo was beside the Red King, looking so casual. Suddenly the King laughed, hands clapping.

"Ah, they're quite amusing when they panic and become flustered."

Ichigo tried to control the scowl on his face when the King sad this. How twisted could someone's sense of humour be?

"Now, get out of here." Aizen said, voice serious and booming.

Hanatarou squeaked, tears dotting his eyes as he pushed at Ganju. "C-c'mon!" he whimpered. Ganju glared one last time at Ichigo before he turned on the heel of his foot, rubbing Hanatarou's shoulder comfortingly and forcing the extremely nervous-wreck-of-a-boy forward.

As they left the grand hall, a shuffling of fabric caught Ichigo's attention. He looked behind his right shoulder, blinking in surprise as he saw a tall, lanky man step out of some red drapery. He stood by Aizen's throne, arm on one hip. Ichigo looked away, not caring. He began to try and think of ways to locate Grimmjow in this enormous castle…

Aizen held out his hand, caressing Nnoitra's face. "Hello, Knave of Hearts."

Nnoitra nodded his head, not moving away from the caress. "My Lord."

Ichigo snapped out of his musings and noticed the exchange, more than a little disturbed. 'What a weird relationship.' Ichigo thought.

"This is Nnoitra, my Knave of Hearts." Aizen spoke.

Ichigo nodded his head, looking at the person indicated. Nnoitra caught his gaze and the redhead froze. This man was certainly intimidating. He had long, silky black hair. A red heart eye patch covered his eye, a scar poking out. He wore dark silver armour, a scale-like design etched in. Like most of the attire in this castle, his contained red. However, only a bit. He had a black cape, which the underside was red. The design of his clothing was a black and red pattern, the red barely there for they were thin strips. Thick, leather gauntlets covered his large hands. Ichigo gulped. This man was extremely tall. Suddenly the Knave of Hearts grinned wickedly, piano teeth showing. Ichigo really wanted to leave.

"And who is this lovely creature?" he purred, sending uncomfortable shivers down Ichigo's spine.

"Um. My new favourite toy."

"Um?" Nnoitra chuckled. "My Lord has seem to forgotten your name, berry."

Ichigo nearly seethed at the nickname. Aizen glared at Nnoitra. "It has not slipped my mind. His name is Um."

Nnoitra raised a dubious brow. Ichigo quickly intervened. "From Umbradge."

"Tch." Nnoitra frowned. Aizen looked up at the Knave of Hearts, an elbow rest on the arm of his throne chair and his face resting in his palm.

"How is the latest prisoner?" he questioned.

Nnoitra scoffed. "Stubborn as fuck. Also he won't answer anything without giggling like an insane freak."

Ichigo took a bated breath. 'Could it be?'

"He needs to be cracked more. Bring him in." Aizen said. Nnoitra nodded at the red guards at the towering red and gold doors, the guards hurriedly opening them. Ichigo felt his heart race along with his nerves as the door creaked open.

A blue haired man entered, feet dragging against the floor noisily.

Ichigo let out a shaky breath.

There shuffled Grimmjow, head down cast and chains around his ankles and arms. Ichigo frowned; Grimmjow looked so solemn. It was like that time when he seemed to drift off into forgotten memories in the burnt woods, Ichigo snapping the man out of it only to see pain swirling in them.

Red knights stood behind Grimmjow as he came before the King, forced to go on his kness when a knight hit him swiftly in the back. The teen had to contain a furious shout, feeling weak and stuck for he couldn't do anything. This wasn't Ichigo's style. He would be kicking everyone's ass by now—but he was unarmed and even he knew it would be stupid to go against sword-wielding foes.

Grimmjow's head lolled to the side, eyes looking at Aizen before they landed on Ichigo. Ichigo felt his heart leap into his throat, and he gave the smallest of smiles. Ichigo must've looked scared rather than happy, for Grimmjow's blank face began to frown.

"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. Mad Hatter." Aizen began. "We know Ichigo has come back to Wonderland. We have reason to believe you know his whereabouts. After all," Aizen smirked. "you two have always been rather… close."

'What?' Ichigo frowned. He knew everyone believed Ichigo had forgotten everything, but, apparently, he was also particularly close with Grimmjow?

"Maybe if you hurry up and remember."

"Remember what?"

"Me."

Ichigo blinked. Is… is that why Grimmjow looked angry at Ichigo sometimes? Were they close enough that Ichigo has hurt Grimmjow because of a memory loss?

"You know…" Grimmjow said, voice hoarse and gravely. Ichigo shivered, but this time the teen realized, it was in a good way. "While you guys had me locked up, I've been thinkin' about a lot of things."

Aizen smiled. "Such as?"

"Things that start with the letter 'A'."

Ichigo blinked. Seriously?

"For example," Grimmjow looked Aizen straight in the eye. "Asshole." The King began to narrow his eyes, Nnoitra frowned, and Ichigo had to lift a hand to his mouth to hide a chuckle and a grin. "Ado. Assassinate."

"You're quite the endearing one, aren't you, Hatter?" Aizen said, expressionless. "However vast your vocabulary is, we are looking for someone starting with the letter 'I'."

"We'll kill ya if ya keep this bullshit up." Nnoitra hissed.

Grimmjow grinned in a feral manner, winking at the King and the Knave of Hearts. "I couldn't even begin to tell ya where Ichigo is. Have no idea. Haven't seen him in a good decade."

Ichigo bit his bottom lip, watching with mistrust as Aizen glared again. "Did you want your head cut off?" Ichigo shifted in his seat anxiously. Oh, hell no!

Grimmjow began to laugh madly, standing up. The red knights shuffled towards him, javelins pointed at him threateningly. "Haha! Nah, I like my head jus' where it is thank you very much. Though, speaking of heads…" Grimmjow nodded at Aizen. "I'd love ta hat yer head."

"Hat my head?' Aizen repeated.

"Yes. I used to hat the White Queen's head. It was so, full of hair though. You have the perfect amount of hair, though. You'd make my hats shine."

Aizen looked almost thoughtful. "Shinji always had obnoxiously long hair…" His hand stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"The things I could do with your head." the baby-blue haired Hatter said. He walked towards the King, the knights coming behind him warily. Nnoitra's hand went to the hilt of his sword, visible eye narrowed dangerously. "Would you allow me to, my Lord?"

Ichigo raised a brow. Who was this gentlemen? Hm. Ichigo knew this was all an act to save his own ass. Good. Because I need an alive ass to save.

"Unbind him." Aizen commanded Nnoitra. Nnoitra shook his head.

"My Lord—"

"I said unbind him." Aizen glared. Nnoitra's hand visibly shook from the King's glare, the Knave of Hearts muttering expletives as he pulled out his sword and slashed the chain connecting Grimmjow's arms together. Grimmjow rubbed at his wrists, smiling devilishly.

"So, what could you make?" the King questioned.

"Anything, really. I'm talented as fuck." Ichigo rolled his eyes fondly as Grimmjow began to circle the throne like a vulture, eyes narrowing rather quickly. "Crowns, bonnets, escoffins, fedoras, kulahs, mob caps, knit caps—" His voice was rising in anger, going dangerously low. His hands were twitching and Ichigo could hear the rage in his voice. He was losing control.

"Grimmjow!" Ichigo said firmly. Grimmjow snapped out of his rant, eyes looking directly into Ichigo's. Grimmjow's ridged stance relaxed, eyes softening as he looked at Ichigo. Ichigo offered a tiny smile before Grimmjow turned back to the King.

"Anything, m'Lord."

Shinji sighed, his white shihakusho dragging against the smooth cobblestone of the courtyard. Kensei and Love flanked both his sides, both dressed in similar shihakushos. The difference, however, was Shinji had a white robe over top, symbolizing his status as the White Queen.

"Your hair." Love said, a smile on his face. "It's taking me awhile to get used to it."

Shinji grinned. "It's pretty good though. Nice an' short. It's fresh. Like the breeze in spring."

Kensei rolled his eyes. "Don't go all poetic on us."

Shinji snickered, shaking his head good humouredly. "Ya know, it'd be nice if it was always fun like this." He stopped in his tracks, looking at the cherry blossoms longingly. "Even the trees are sad."

"My Queen…" Love began, frowning.

Suddenly in the distance, all three saw a dog running towards them. Shinji brightened up immediately. "Komamura!" he cried, sprinting forwards. Kensei and Love followed, skidding to a stop when Shinji went on his knees and pulled the panting canine into a fierce hug. Komamura looked up a Shinji, tongue lolling out of his mouth from exhaustion.

"Any news about Ichigo?" Shinji asked, not unkindly.

"He is here. In Wonderland." Komamura began to bow his head in shame. "Unfortunately, he had me deliver him to the Red Castle to rescue the Hatter. He wouldn't have it any other way. Forgive me, my Queen, for I have led astray the chosen one from the path of the Hogyoku."

Shinji shook his head. "No, no. This is good." Komamura tilted his head in questioning, looking as confused as Kensei and Love did. "Zangetsu, the sword to destroy the Jabberwocky, is there. Ichigo can collect it and then fulfill the prophecy." Shinji pet the dog's fur, a large grin on his face. "You did good, Komamura. You can rest now."

Komamura whined thankfully, plopping into Shinji's lap and closing his eyes. Shinji nodded at Kensei. "Inform the others. Love, prepare the knights."

"Yes, my Queen." Kensei said, quickly leaving. Love also nodded, following after Kensei.

Shinji sighed, running a hand through his short , bobbed blonde hair. "Mah mah… Things are starting to get difficult…"

a/n: U-um yes. Sorry for this fail!chapter. I honestly had forgotten who the Tweedles were. I had to re-read my previous chapters. -facepalm- I know I promised no Nnoitra/Aizen…but…I'm sorry. Can't resist the crack. ;A; Also, thank you DemonFoxGirl1000 for kicking me in the ass and threatening to kill me if I didn't complete it. Although I'm slightly scared of you know, I respect you, too. –laughs-

Honestly, thank you everyone for putting up with my bullshit and reviewing this crappy story. Thank you for the favourites, alerts, and love this has received. I'm extremely grateful. I know I haven't answered all your reviews, but I have seen them all and they are all very sweet and kind. :D If anyone is even paying attention to this story, I eagerly await your comments. :)

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