The small closet with the broken mirror was silent. Until a small fit of giggles was heard.
Kitty couldn't help herself, it was just too quiet for her own liking. She hated being bored, even more than burning her toast(which she frequently did) and hated a lot.
Her memory might not be all that great, but she knows she was rarely in a quiet environment. Her home was never quiet, and it certainly never had such dull colors. Underground lacked colors, unlike her personality, it was just plain boring. Heck, her outfit, who was mainly just one color, was more interesting. But apparently, this place was temporarily her home now. At least she hoped it was, living here forever would be the nightmare. And they haven't even been here for a full week. She can't even remember how the sun looked like. Was it purple? Nah, that would just be weird. It was probably something more natural like pink. How about the moon? Probably yellow, and made out of cheese.
Don't ask what type of cheese tho, she isn't an expert on such matter. It probably tasted bad, I mean it's been up there for who knows how long. Therefore, she concluded, that it was made of moldy cheese, that was still yellow. Or white. Some Mexican cheese is white. A Hispanic girl at school always had avocado and salsa combined with white ''queso fresco'' in her sandwich. She would always eat it happily in the cafeteria. Occasionally she ate these things called ''tomatadas'' or ''enchiladas''. Or orange looking cooked rice that she said had a tomato taste. Kitty can't remember ever trying these weird foods, but she did remember that she preferred the bite-size rounded cheese that had a shell around it. Her mom used to use magic dust to paint the red sell into holo glittery swirls for her elementary lunch sack. Everyone was totally jealous of her of course. Who wouldn't be jealous of holo coated cheese?
If the moon was moldy, then why the heck is It still there at night? Sometimes even late afternoon (which was just plain nonsense). There were millions of glittering stars made of sparkles at night, then why isn't the sun there as well!? Last time she checked it was also a star. Maybe the sun was just too lazy and important. That's royalty right there.
Kitty sighed, and let herself fall off the water pipes she was hanging from, and landed on her back on the floor with a small 'thud'. It didn't hurt. She landed on some blue material, probably a curtain.
Her features soften, the grin on her face fell. Her pondering thoughts about pink sun's and glittering cheese forgotten. She also hated when these happen. Ever since her memory was gone, she sometimes randomly started thinking about her past. Not that she remembers much of course, but she remembered something.
She remembered her best friends. A short purple rabbit obsessed with time, a blonde unfairly tall boy obsessed with riddles, a curly petite multicolor haired girl obsessed with tea and narrators, and a jet black red curly haired, also short, obsessed with the cutting off heads.
Wow, her friends were obsessed, not that she minds. She was obsessed with things too, toast was just one of them.
She also remembered Cerise. Kitty knows her family secret, and at this point, everyone does. Kitty just knew way before the war broke out between their family's. And even thought she didn't want to admit it, she felt guilty. Responsible even. Her first guess had been that she had said something about all these, wanting to please her depresses mother, who she also misses. Her mother had been locked away in her home, the seal was only broken temporarily. She can't remember her home exactly, but she remembered never seeing her mother again after a curse was placed for the second time. She had been lucky, being outside of Wonderland that time. Her friends weren't as lucky, The curse didn't just lock, it destroyed every drop of wonder. It was sad to say that Neverland, and Ever after had more wonder.
Her second guess had been her Mother, her mother would do these wouldn't she? If she was anything like her own daughter, she would of. But would she really go these far? She didn't want to believe it, but something in the back of her head told her she was somewhat right. For now, tho, there was no way to be certain. No way to find confirmation.
Wait, Kitty thought, sitting up, burning her hands behind her to support her weight. Was she, a Cheshire of all things, depressed?
Was she the only one depressed? Apple always had that clouded look in her eyes, they weren't shunning anymore, they no longer had the type of fire an heir, and an overall warrior should have. Cerise, was always thinking, always tugging at her red cloak bringing it closer to her. She still had her leadership aura, but ..it seems faltered. And Blondie? Was there to say about her? She was a bipolar chick who liked cute things, but also had a bad mouth at times. She dealt with situations by ignoring them, replacing them with sarcasm. Kitty herself used humor, but could be serious from time to time. She was also absorbent, much like Kitty. It took the hyper cat little time to figure out that she and Blondie were very similar. Had their forgotten memories caused these much?
"Well flipping gumdrops, I am depressed. I hate these. I'm bored of this nonsense" Kitty stated, standing up to her feet and skipping out the room before she realizes she could just teleport. Silly cat.
She reappeared to were her dear royal friend Princess Apple White sat. There was a barely opened water bottle near her, and she looked like she was spacing out but the way her eyes clouded over and seemed to focus on nothing in particular.
Kitty waved a hand in front her friend's pale face. Apple showed no reaction what's oh ever.
Then kitty grinned even wider and went behind her. She kneeled down slightly so that her face and hers were at the same height.
" BOO!" Kitty whispered behind her, drilling bread crumbs over her head before Apple could turn around.
Apple glared at the air behind her, confused, she saw no one. She felt something on her back and the tips of her bangs. Bread crumbs.
"Kitty" she murmured, turning her back to its original position. The said girl was sitting across from her munching on toast.
"Oh hey Apple didn't even see you there⌒.⌒"
"If you say so"
Kitty frowned, expecting a better comeback then these. She should of annoyed Blondie. She was bored and wanted to have a good verbal fight with someone. Sarcasm vs Sarcasm, Bread vs Cake. Purple vs Gold. Water vs Lighting. Madness vs Bipolarness Cat vs Alien. Pigtails vs curls Cheshire vs Lo-
"Would you stop your battle naming?" Apple sighed, but her mood seemed brighter.
"Whoops? Did I say all that out loud about Blondie? "Kitty said, sweat dropping.
Apple looked at her, how the heck do you swear drop here? They aren't in one of those weird Japanese's cartoon, animi or anima or something, that Blondie ranted about earlier when she had first walked in the kitchen.
"You're wondering how I in the world of raspberry pie can I sweat drop are you?" The feline spoke, her grin appearing white in a taunting matter
" I am actually" She showed so signs of hiding her curiosity, being completely honest.
Kitty grinned even wider. Apple wondered how she could such a thing without her cheeks hurting. Heck, she wondered a lot of things about this girl.
"I can't tell you that, it's a secret only me and Cerise happen to know. I saw her sweat drop earlier. Not sure how, I thought I was the only that could ¬_¬" Kitty pouted in the end, magically keeping her signature grin on while doing so. If you think about it, it sounds like a disturbing sight.
"Oh...well. At least you are the only cat that most likely can?'' Apple said, trying to comfort her friend who was sulking in the corner leaning her forehead against the wall. Lines of doom covered the back of her face. Oh, how Apple wished she could sweat drop at the scene in front of her.
As the girls kept talking Blondie walked in Cerise trailing slowly behind her.
"Yo," Blondie said lazily waving her hand in greetings. Cerise didn't say a word.
"BLONDIE HAI OMG THANK YOU " Kitty yelled, waving her hands over her head and running over to put an arm around Blondie's shoulder. Much to the 'Alien'(as Kitty mentioned earlier) displeasure.
"Kitty, what are you doing?"
"Wow, you must have bad hearing. How old are you again? I didn't think you were that old by your golden hair. GASP!"-kitty yelled at the end, saying the word 'gasp' instead of actually gasping in shock-" That explains soooooo much! " Kitty giggled. She wanted to add something else to prove her point. But considering she was also the same chest size, it wouldn't have been a good comeback.
Blondie's left eyebrow twitched in annoyance. She took a deep breath, calming herself before she explodes.
" Just answer my question, please." She said. Her eyebrow still looked alive. Kitty thought it kinda looked like really skinny yellow caterpillars. She kept her mouth shut, biting her lip to prevent her fit of giggles from escaping.
"Fine. I am simply thanking you for allowing your bipolar hot tampered presence in these dull room! Apple was boring me ¬_¬, no offense,*cough* Not really.*cough* At least now I won't be bored cause you're going to do something!" Kitty ranted, her arm still over Blondie's shoulders. Blondie had been trying to get the feline's hand off during the whole time Kitty took talking and faking coughs, but she gave up.
Cerise couldn't help but smirk in amusement. Watching the scene unfold in front of her.
Kitty eventually returned to her seat as Blondie and Cerise joined them at the table. Blondie eating one of the green apple's and drinking from her water bottle. Cerise, well, she did nothing.
"Any of you remember anything?" Kitty asked, resting her head on her crossed hands behind her as she leaned on the chair. 'She's going to fall.' Blondie said, smiling a little at the thought of seeing her friend fall in an unexpected matter. That right there is what friendship is about she confirmed to herself. She wasn't guilty about her earlier thoughts at all.
"Why do you ask?" Apple intrigued. Taking a large gulp of her water bottle. It was half way gone.
"Well every time we're all sitting here, it suddenly becomes a meeting. So I figured I would get the conversation going, which I am." She proceeded to place her feet up on the table. Much to Blondie's dismay, her balance didn't falter a bit as her chair leaned back and forth.
"I think Cerise did," Apple said, daring to meet Cerise eyes.
Dammit. Cerise thought, not looking up from the oh so interesting wooden table they were all seated at. A decision she highly regrets making now. She didn't think that Apple, princesses, of all people, would be smart enough to figure she was lying. Looks can be deceiving, Cerise knew that better than anyone. And yet she failed her own moral.
"Oye, Cerise? Did you listen?" Blondie asked.
Cerise couldn't help but visually furrow her eyebrows at that. Would they think that she was too interested in her own thoughts, to keep perusing in asking? If she pretended she didn't listen, if she pretended she didn't notice the stares, or heard Blondie's question, would they drop the subject? She didn't want to reveal anything.
"Cerise Hood," Kitty exclaimed throwing the water bottle cap from Apple's drink at the hooded girl who sat next to her right. Kitty was sitting at the end of the table, across from Apple, nearest the 'door'. Cerise didn't even wince at the impact.
"Cerise, I know you heard Apple, I know you heard me, and I know you felt Kitty's lame attack land on your head. Your hearing is far better than any of us." Blondie said, staring at the said girl who sat across from her.
Again? Cerise underestimated Blondie as well, she was smart. How did she not notice these either? She was a journalist, a famous one of that by the amount of likes her most recent post had on her blog. Which could only mean that she was exceptional at noticing things? She probably noticed her hearing skills, when she herself had led them here. She doubted she knew her secret.
Did she absolutely, need to tell them? It was only a memory, it couldn't have held any importance.
Cerise sighed, looking up at the girl seated across from her who she underestimated, as well as the pale girl next to her right. She glanced at Kitty, she had s grin on, but her eyes held something else. They were locked on her. How much did Kitty know? How much as she underestimated her?
A memory is important.
She needs to tell them. She decided to look at Blondie again. It's a memory, something they all lack, and these did not just affect her. It affected all of them in a way. Any memory was precious.
"You're fifth. I did hear you. Pretty dumb of me to think a writer like you wouldn't have noticed. "
"Clearly." Blondie and Apple said at the same time. They didn't even notice, and if they did, they didn't mind, of held any reaction signaling to it.
"Apple's right, I did have a memory. It was a dream actually, but a memory." Cerise looked around, their eyes still locked solely on her. The unwanted attention made her feel uncomfortable, she sank deeper into her hood, slouching her shoulders forward. Her signature posture.
She explained in detail the dream she had. About the headmaster, the young man. The tall slim girl she couldn't help but recognize, the dark haired girl knows as Raven Queen that apparently messed everything up. The vice principal Grimm, the students seated in chairs, the book of school rules. Legacy day. The words the young man spoke, the apologetic look she gave one of the students. The glare placed on the headmaster's face. How she, Cerise, stood on the podium, slamming the book shut after pretending to open it with a simple key. She explained everything. Recalling her dream, her eyes were clouded over the whole time looking into her past. Her three-man audience attention never faltered away from the speaker.
When Cerise finished she let out a breath of relief she didn't even realize she was holding in. She glanced around warily, trying to read the facial expressions her audience held.
Apple was looking down at the ground, her eyebrows furrowed as she gathered the information. She didn't even remember when her hand had moved from the table to her lap. She was clenching the ends of her skirt, causing ruffles to form. She looked tense.
Kitty herself held no emotion. The grin had fallen from her face, her eyes were focused on the wall behind Apple as she was deep in thought. Cerise couldn't tell what she was thinking, or what any of them were thinking. She didn't even know what she was supposed to think at this moment. As she retold the story, she realized she had missed little details in them. One of them was rather important. She knew the name of the slim, wolf eared girl that had gone before her to "sign" the school rule book in front of everyone.
Blondie, who was usually one of the loudest of the bunch, was quiet. She didn't blink. She didn't even fidget her fingers, unlike Apple. If Cerise didn't notice her chest rising and lowering, she would have thought she wasn't even breathing anymore. One of her hands was placed on her lap. Before Cerise had started her story, she had been fidgeting with a loose thread at the end of her skirt. But now it just seemed still. Her right hand was clutching the side of her head. Her hair looked like a yellow bird's nest under her hand. She was scared she was going to rank it off and scream at any second with the force she had.
Surprisingly, Apple was the first to clear the silence that had suddenly joined them.
"I don't know what to say. I highly doubt these is what you would call 'a dream'. Before I say any of my suspicions... Anyone want to go first?" She said glancing around, similar to what Cerise was doing. Kitty had her hand on the table, resting her cheek on her hand. But she was still paying attention nonetheless. Blondie hadn't moved from her position, but she was listening. Cerise could tell by the way she has loosened her grip on the side of her hair.
"Ooh! ME ! I WANT TO SAY SOMETHING!^^" Kitty said, raising her hand up enthusiastically. She looked like a kindergartener who knew which letter came after A in the alphabet. Truth was, she was just trying to lighten up the mood.
The corner of Cerise's lips twitched slightly, a smirk wanting to frame her face. She nodded in Kitty's direction," she said. "Go ahead?'' It sounded more like a question than a statement, but Kitty took it as an invitation to say what was on her mind.
"I think, that- wait! No. I know, that the slim girl, is related to you." Kitty said grinning like a mad man. Kitty cleared her throat, glancing at the corner of the room where nothing laid, returning to what she had been doing afterward. Grinning like a mad cat. Or to be even more specific in your answer, a mad Cheshire. Which she proudly was.
Cerise growled a little under her breath but nodded anyways. She was going to say it anyway.
"Her name is Ramona BadWolf. She was supposed to play the role of the 'big- bad- wolf' in my story. I was supposed to be Little Red. I remember that now." Cerise said. Mentally praying that no one asks how that makes them related in any way and-
"So how the heck does that make you related to her?" Blondie piped up. Again, surprising Cerise. She had really hoped that the blonde before her had been too busy with her own thoughts to have noticed that what she had said contradicted what Kitty spoke.
Blondie patted her hair on a spot the knot she had created in her hair was, it only flattened slightly. She didn't care at the moment, shocking, she knew. She surprised herself sometimes.
Blondie had just placed her hands on the desk, on top of one another, when Apple hand suddenly shot up from her lap and over her mouth as she let out a silent:
"GASP!" Kitty said, still grinning, obviously. She wanted to narrate Apple's actions for once. Being a narrator sounded like fun. But it sounded boring if you really think about it. Who are you even narrating to? Yourself? The air? Who knows? It was just one of those questions Kitty will sadly never get an answer too.
Everyone ignored Kitty, facing Apple instead.
"You." Apple said looking right at Cerise." You, Cerise Hood, are related to Ramona BadWolf, meaning you, are her sister."
Blondie noticed Cerise tense. All eyes were on Cerise once again. She pulled her cloak closer to her. Fearing it might escape and confirm Apple's suspicions.
Blondie opened her mouth to ask a question. She just wanted Cerise to clarify. She knew she was right. That memory of hers, the memory of the day the war ignited, was back into her reach. She remembered it clearly now.
"That's the secret the Hoods and the Wolfs wanted to hide! Which is why they blamed each other when the secret was out, causing the war! Your...a wolf?"