7. The Secrets Of A Jester
It was silent during the night over Clover Tower; the only sounds making themselves known were the soft breathing from role holders and the foreigner, along with the snoring from a certain Lord down the hall. Otherwise, the stone building was drenched in stillness.
That is, however, with the exception of the Jokers' room.
White-san lay on his backside on top of the plush blue comforters of Clover Tower's guest room; his ruby eye staring dully at the ceiling above, watching the black shadows squirm in their corners from the dull yellow lamplight at the nightstand nearby. It was such a dull night, though he certainly knew what could make it better… or more interesting, at the very least.
Black Joker- erm, the mask- sat on the nightstand, as if he were asleep. Assuming this, White-san slowly lifted himself from the bed- making as little as noise possible so as not to disturb his counterpart- and slowly strode to the door.
"Where the f*** are you going?" Crap. He should have known it wouldn't be that easy.
Turning to the mask, White placed a fake smile on his face, tilting his head to the side. "I thought you were asleep." Even though he couldn't see, White knew Black was glaring.
"Well I'm not so where the f*** are you going?" the prison guard demanded, annoyed with the jester's hesitance. The Joker merely smiled.
"I have to use the restroom." Lies. His look-alike could see right through him.
"That's bulls***." Black snapped, obviously not amused.
"Does it really matter?" White questioned, taking another step towards the door. "It's not as though I'm leaving the tower."
"Well then where the f*** are you going you damned b******?" the prison guard seethed.
"This place is so boring, don't you think?" White said, growing off topic. "There isn't really much to do here." He could feel Black's eyes on him; glaring, speculating. He knew what his twin was thinking; it wasn't that hard to figure out. Before he could make any accusations, White cut in. "You like her, don't you?"
The darker Joker was silent for a moment, but finally mumbled, "What the f*** does she have to do with this?"
"Hmph. So you do like her." White mused, raising an eyebrow at the mask as he smirked.
"I don't know what the f*** you're talking about." the prison guard snapped, and White laughed.
"A horrible liar, too." the jester taunted, and Black growled. "This is very unlike you, Joker. Normally you tear apart girls like her. Whip them; rape them. Do whatever you please. Why is she so different?"
"I told you I don't f****** know what you're-" Before Black could finish, White interrupted.
"Do you really think she feels the same?" the jester challenged, shutting up his counterpart. "Do you really think she could ever like you- ever love you- in your situation? You're trapped in a mask- you always will be. Do you think she could ever like you back from where she stands? She's a foreigner- a human that can go where she pleases, while you're just a voice from a belt. How would that ever work? And with how you treat her, how could she even give the slightest enjoyment towards you?"
"Who said I f****** care about that w****? She's just another bitch to f*** with." Black snapped, and White laughed.
"You proved my point exactly." the jester countered, his grin wide. "Always so foul-mouthed towards the young lady. I wonder which Joker she prefers, don't you? The one who is always putting her down, or the one who puts a smile on her face." Black was silent from the mask, and White smirked. "I thought so."
The jester spun around and opened the door, prepared to step out into the hallway.
"Hey, b******." Black called, pausing the Joker in his path and turning towards the mask on the nightstand. "What are you planning, f*****?"
White smiled slyly. "You'll see in the morning."
With that, the jester closed the bedroom door and walked off.
When the cycle had turned to morning, Alice felt herself stifle a yawn and roll over in her bed; too tired to really get up quite yet. The Jokers shouldn't be mad if she slept a few more minutes… right?
Wrong. These were the Jokers she was talking about. They weren't exactly the patient type. Upon realizing this, Alice sighed, standing up from the bed and blinking her eyes open- erm, her eye?
Confused, Alice tried to blink again, but only saw blackness from her left eye. Blink. Still the same. Again and again she blinked, but she could only see out of her right eye. Panic began to settle in, and the foreigner screamed a loud, high-pitched squeal before rushing out into the hall.
"Julius! Julius, I think I'm blind!" the foreigner cried in horror, flailing her arms about as she ran downstairs. She also took it upon herself to realize how tall she'd grown; since when was she this tall? She had to have been a head taller at the very least.
She spotted the navy-haired man at his desk- as always- hunched over several golden clocks on the table. He seemed undisturbed.
"Julius, did you hear me? I think I'm going blind!" Alice cried, and the mortician rose his head to glare briefly at the girl before returning his attention to his work.
"Should I be concerned?" he asked in annoyance, and Alice stared at him in disbelief. Sure, the clockmaker was a hermit to most people, but normally in situations like these he would actually ask if she was alright. Not if he should be concerned. She glared.
"I'd hope you were!" she cried, her tone almost angry now. "I'm a little young to be going blind now, don't you think?"
"Hmph." the mortician grumbled, and Alice narrowed her eyes at him. The nerve!
"You weren't this loud in the morning a few months ago." she heard a familiar voice behind her, and Alice spun around to face… Alice?
Oh god… Don't tell me…
Sure enough, Alice's body stood at the stairs; a smirk on her face and her blue orbs dancing. She knew that expression didn't belong to her, but a certain role holder that was supposed to be helping her.
"Joker!" she cried angrily, her hands- erm, the jester's?- balled into fists at her sides. "Why? Why did you do this to me? ! How did you do this? !"
"You're heavy sleeping makes up for your light weight." White-san replied, smiling almost kindly at the girl. She glared.
"Why did you do this? !" she cried, gesturing towards herself. Julius sighed, turning his attention to the two.
"I apologize for my misunderstanding earlier, Alice, but could you two fight elsewhere? I have work to do." the mortician said coldly, and Alice nodded.
"No problem." she replied, still glaring at White as she gripped her body by the air and yanked him out of the office and into the hall, kicking the door shut behind her.
"I believe you forgot this." the jester said, handing her the checkered belt where Black joker was attached to.
"F***** bitch!" the prison guard snapped as Alice secured it around her waist, and she sighed; glaring at the supposedly "nicer" Joker.
"Why did you switch us? Just… why? Why would you possibly want to be me?" she growled, and White smiled.
"It wasn't my intention, really." he answered honestly. "I was actually coming to your room for other things, but when I passed the mistletoe in the hall I couldn't very well help myself." Alice paled. Before she could speak, another voice spoke up.
"So this is the f****** s*** you were up to?" Black demanded from the mask, obviously annoyed. Alice glanced at it, confused; what was he talking about?
White smiled; a thousand unanswered questions on his face. "We were wondering who was preferred, weren't we?"
"What the f*** does that have to do with this?" Black barked hastily. Alice glanced between the two; confused. White opened his mouth to speak, but Alice spoke instead.
"Look, I really don't care what you guys are arguing about. I just want my body back!" Alice interrupted, glaring between the mask and White-san. The Joker merely smirked.
"You know, I don't really feel up for it." White replied, and Alice's eye grew wide with rage. He wasn't up for it?
"I don't care! I want my body back! You have no right to take my body from me for some petty argument!" she screeched. As she continued with her rant, it wasn't long before her surroundings changed; she was no longer in Clover Tower, but the prison. "Huh?"
"Stupid slut." Black shot, now standing at her side and glaring angrily at the girl. "F******* idiot."
"How did we get here?" Alice asked in confusion, ignoring the prison guard's insults. He sighed angrily, roughly grabbing her shoulder and turning her to face him.
"You triggered it." Black hissed, and Alice flinched. "There's a way to trigger us here, and you did. Nice going, f*** up. We won't get anywhere with you as White."
"Well I don't even want to be him!" she objected, frowning angrily at him; it was odd being at his height. She wasn't used to it. She was used to being shorter than the man. "I didn't ask for this- he did it on his own!"
"I can f****** see that." the guard seethed, and Alice pouted. "We're not going to get your body back with that attitude, bitch."
"Then you be White!" Alice insisted.
"F*** no!" the prison guard argued.
"You were fine with being in his place last time!" the foreigner objected.
"I didn't have to kiss him last time!" Black's voice rose.
"Oh please, if I were in my real body you'd be trying to harass me left and right!" Alice cried. "Why is this any different?"
"You're in my brother's body! That's what's different, you f****** ingrate!"
Alice ground her teeth angrily. This wasn't working; not at all. She certainly didn't know how to be White, while Black did. She had to switch bodies with him; whether he wanted to or not.
Glancing around, she caught sight of a piece of mistletoe strung above one of the cells behind Black. Grabbing his arm roughly, she dragged him to the leaves- much to his protest. That was a good thing about the jester; she was just as strong as Black now.
"Get the f*** off, bitch!" Black growled, but Alice forced him under the leaves and roughly pressed her lips against his; forcing the exchange. Black stood there; stunned and outraged. He was kissing his brother!
Yet… he was kissing Alice at the same time.
More over, she was kissing him.
If it wasn't for the body, he could get used to this.
Yeah, I know it kinda cuts off at the end, but I wanted to get this out
Hmm… What could White REALLY be planning? *shifty eyes*
Other news, I'm thinking of putting up a HnKnA fan fiction based on an RP between a friend of mine and myself. It still holds all the same old characters- including Alice- but also has her OC and mine. Don't worry- it's not just about outsiders that fall in a hole and fall in love with OOC characters. ^w^;; My OC is a role holder, my friend's OC is an outsider, and she was kidnapped into Wonderland to fill a void between a certain role holder and his coupling friends. I'd explain further on the plot, but it would give away some spoilers if I do put it up. DX Let me know what you think, though.