My Deadman Wonderland

Fucked up fate.

(I do not own anything of the awesomely sick manga/anime Deadman Wonderland, that credit belongs to the talented writer Jinsei Kataoka and illustrator Kazuma Kondou, the only thing I own is my OC, the now dead Puffin and Pigeon, and a few other Deadmen I've made up for filler.)

Previously on My Deadman Wonderland:

We cheers with some soda to our new budding friendship and kick back as he puts on the show, he lights up another cigarette and it doesn't take long before the both of us start laughing our asses off, seven hilariously dumb deaths per episode and each episode is thirty minutes long, twenty-four minutes if you cut out commercials, and we're watching six hours of this, this dude is fucking awesome!

Genkaku is so cool, he's just a guy who doesn't care what the world thinks and speaks his mind with the most brutal of honesty, bonus, he's a red head.

I've always liked those with a head of flames, they just seem special to me, cartoons and animes would agree with me on that.

But aside from that, we seem to just click so easily, he can read me like a book and I can understand his reasoning without judging him, he's probably more dangerous than he lets on, after all, he is an Undertaker, but till he does something to push me away, I think I'll be hanging out with him more, hope he doesn't mind this song bird taking perch on his shoulder, because I plan on making this friendship last till we end up reaching salvation.

About three hours in to this marathon of laughable gore, Genkaku and I are still busting our guts.

"Ah man! Did you see that? The bitch's tits exploded!" "That's nothing. What about the guy, who's insides were sucked out by his hot-tub? Now that is a badass death." "What about the one were the two lovers tongue piercings got stuck while they were kissing, and they ended up decapitated?" "Good. But I've seen this show since the beginning and even own the graphic novel. I know of deaths that beat that easy." "Like what?" "The drug-dealing raver, who injected glow stick goo into his veins." "Better. Got any more?" "The adrenaline junkie, who electrocuted himself to feel a better rush." "Keep it coming song bird. You're better than the show." "Not really. The show at least shows us the death." "True. But you don't stop for commercials." "Heh-heh...How about the one of the runaway felon? Who while hiding in a drainage pipe, had rats eat their way from his eye and out the other end of him." "Oh yeah! Step it up." "The priest who was split in two during the Spanish Inquisition, by the torture device he had just made. The Spanish-Donkey." "Hibana knows about that cruel thing. She's been requesting one for her playroom." "Bet I know what her favorite band is." "Huh?" "Iron-Maiden." "Ha! I get it. The band that's also a torture device. Good one." "Seriously though. The death I think that did the worse damage is the one about a scuba diver. She was in a decompression chamber to avoid getting the Bends, when a not too bright janitor came by to do some cleaning. Not knowing that someone was inside, he opened the chamber door. The poor woman went from sexy to splattered in a nanosecond. Cause of death was...Everything." "She blew up?" "Like a shook up bottle of nitroglycerin." "Damn! That shit is brutal. But so damn funny." "Yeah it is...Do you want to hear what I think the sickest death is?" "If it makes you sick, than it's so worth hearing." "There was a man who lived out in the middle of nowhere. He had never been around other people, so when the urge to 'you know what' came to him, he had to think of a way to fix his problem. Getting a fresh cow heart, he hooked it to a 12-volt car battery and named it Bessie." "No way. You are not telling me he did that?" "He fucked the newly revived heart, and liked it." "Sick!" "It gets better...Thinking of how 12-volts felt good, he figured the 110-volts from his home's outlet would be a million times better. So he hooked Bessie up and readied for the night of his life. But as soon as he connected to the heart, all of that voltage put a stop to his own." "Fucking freak. That was just wrong." "It's sick and demented, but still completely true." "Ugh! That makes my skin crawl...Wonder if they'll play that episode next?" "For real. I want you to see that I didn't make it up." "I believe you. I just want to see that shit for myself." "Don't say I didn't warn you."

As strange as this sounds, this is not the weirdest conversation I've ever had, yep, I've had even weirder ones if you can believe that, some would make you wonder how I'm not insane and killing people at random for giggles at this point, that's how weird they are.

But Genkaku gets what I'm saying and doesn't find it weird at all.

He's interested in every word I say, they only way I think I could lose his attention, is if I just start rambling on about Unicorns and rainbows, now that would be a total buzz-kill.

Good thing I'm not stupid enough to do that, I like having his attention, it's like hanging out with Tamaki yet different, Tamaki has me play with him then takes control over me in a master and doll thing, I've only just met Genkaku but I haven't had to do anything for him other than just be myself, the only time he had control was when he was going to kill me, but after that, we've just been the best of buddies.

Though at times during our hangout, we do have those type of moments where you just ignore or playoff as if nothing happened, such as our hands touching when we go for some chips, our legs brushing up against each other when we laugh too hard and sort of bounce closer together, and of course, the occasional stare that lasts just a little longer than you wanted it to but you keep starring because you don't want to be the first one to look away.

Each time any of these things happen, he just smiles innocently and I just try not to blush like an idiot, he makes it really hard not to do so, everything he does seems so nice and bares a spiritual charm that just makes my defenses weak to him.

I wonder what he did to end up here, I know he said he killed his sensei, but one death isn't so bad as to get made into an Undertaker.

What's the whole story behind this uber monk?

"Azuma?" "Yeah?" "Can I ask you a personal question?" "I guess it's okay. What is it?" "Well..."

I fiddle with my hands nervously and it gets to him.

"Don't be shy little song bird. You can ask me anything." "Are you sure?" "I'm 100% sure. So please. Ask me anything. Tell me what's on your mind." "Well, I was just wondering. Why are you in Deadman Wonderland? You don't strike me as the type to be here." "Neither do you. You're too normal to have done anything wrong." "Yet here we are. Why? What is your reason?" "Will you tell me yours if I tell you mine?" "I have no problem with that." "Okay then."

He finishes his cigarette and sparks up a new one, taking a few puffs before letting out a nice long stream of smoke, as if his story would appear in the cloud he's made.

"Ten years ago. What would later be called the 'Great Tokyo Earthquake' is an event that changed more lives than any other in recent history. It was then that I found death. In my childhood, I was part of a Buddhist Temple. Life was pure and bountiful. Free from the temptations of modern times. I never caused any trouble and did as I was told. But there were others who were not so kind even there. When they had the chance, I would be picked on by them, beaten, and on occasions, raped by the other monks-in-training. Each time my sensei would say that I only seem to sow and reap evil. But I had no hate or negative feelings to those who had wronged me. If anything, I felt sorry for them. They were weak and suffering, so they needed to hurt me in order to feel better. I pitied them and wanted to give them peace. So we'd all be happy. My only getaway from my troubles was a small kitten I was nursing back to health. It was my only friend, and I put my heart into taking care of it. So long as I had my little friend, nothing the world or the others did could hurt me. I remember asking Buddha a question before the Red Hole happened. 'Are the four trails of birth, aging, sickness, and death something that can be escaped when in search of enlightenment? O Buddha why? Why did you decide that death should be 'painful' without experiencing it yourself?' It was in the moment of trimming some trees that it happened, the 'Great Tokyo Earthquake'. The temple was badly damaged, but I was unharmed. I instantly went to see if my kitten was okay. Sadly, my little friend didn't survive. Seeing it's face, lifeless and at rest. It made me happy it didn't have to suffer. But without my friend, I had nothing. My world of peace had crumbled just like the temple. But then it hit me. A vision sent to me by Buddha himself. The kitten was at peace and free from the world of pain. I had done my part in making it comfortable before it was saved, but now it had reach salvation. Death had saved my friend. I understood the answer, and knew what I must do. So I went to see if there were anymore lives to save. I came across one of my tormentors, he was pinned under some debris, and begging for me to save him. So I did just that. With my branch cutters in hand, I saved him, and the others who had hurt me. I saved them all and made them into the temple's new shrine, as a token of respect to Buddha for showing me what's behind the veil. When I was done, sensei found me. He had been looking for survivors too, but he wasn't pleased to see what I'd done. I tried to explain the truth to him. That the only way to be saved from the world, is to be taken away from it. But he didn't believe me. He said I was a vile monster and that I was crazy. So I saved the old fool and told him to talk to Buddha, he'd tell you I'm right. It was then that police rescue helicopters and squad teams found me. So I was put on trial and sent here. That's when I met Tamaki, and he listened to me without judgment. He saw my talent in saving others and decided I would make a perfect Undertaker. I was put through the 'special correctional program' for at least three years before becoming the big boss you see now, and since then, I've saved countless souls. Heh...Just two years ago, I was the one who saved Owl's wife and baby."

My eyes widen in sheer disbelief.

"You? You were the one who killed his wife?" "Judging from your tone, you don't know the whole story behind that faithful day. Then let me further enlighten you my song bird. Two years ago, Owl had to fight his wife in a Carnival Corpse match. But Mrs. Owl was pregnant with their soon to be baby girl. To keep her and the kid safe, Owl faked a loss at the hands of his love. So per the norm, he went to the Penalty Game. That cost him his vocal cords. However, the boss found out Owl took a dive, which is a big no-no. As punishment for his actions, Mrs. Owl was to be experimented on. As you can imagine, Owl didn't take that well. She tried to run and he tried to hide her. To spare her the fate that was now upon her, but he failed. I tracked them down and caught her. Shot her really. I then brought her in and the doc did what she just loves to do, take apart the still living. From what I heard, Mrs. Owl refused medical treatment after her Penalty Game, so she died. The baby however, she was preserved with the other Deadmen body parts as a valuable specimen, being the offspring of two Deadmen and all. Pretty little thing too. I got to see it once. Owl would've been so proud." "But he thinks the baby is alive on the outside. If that's what happened, how can he believe otherwise?" "Oh, now that's the fun part of this story. See, about a week later. Right after learning this awful news, Owl went batshit crazy! Oh, it was so beautiful! You should've seen it. If only I had a recording of that epic evening. All Owl knew was that an Undertaker was responsible for his fair wife's death, so he broke in, and took as many lives as he could get, which was twenty-two of my soldiers. I was hiding in a locker at the time, but I saw it all. The carnage he raged was magnificent. There was as much of my piss on the inside as there was blood on the outside. Never had I been so turned on and terrified at the same time. He was a raging demon. A god of death. No mere Owl, but a Vulture, feeding off of hate and misery. It didn't matter that he's a man, I fell in love with that side of him. The crazy him is exquisite. The murdering him is beautiful. And it's for this love that I want him here, as an Undertaker. It's his fate. Death is his calling card, it's what he's perfect at, and what better place for one like that than here."

The look on his face is one of madness and enjoyment, a twisted lust twinkling in his deranged eyes, he hasn't lied to me since we've met and he hasn't been lying to me now, he meant every word and feeling, the proof I wish I didn't see is the building bulge in his pants, that has me blushing like the reddest of roses in utter awkwardness.

"So that's my story. Pretty awesome huh? Now tell me wha...uh...Why are you blushing?"

I just get even redder and decide not to point it out, maybe if I ignore it it'll go away, or better yet, he'll deal with it without me needing to speak up.

"It's nothing really. I just feel dumb is all. My story isn't nearly as deep as yours." "I'm sure it's alright. No need to get flustered about that." "Sorry, sometimes I just can't help it." "It's fine. So tell me what happened to send you here. I'm curious to know." "Very well."

I pop open a fresh soda and take a few swigs as the memories play in my head, I haven't had the need to recall this since my trial.

"It happened last year, not long before Christmas. I was but a humble clerk working late at my job, and only doing it because I needed the money. It was really late when I was able to leave, but my ride had been stolen. Sucks when your only means of transport is a bike. So I was forced to walk the 2-miles back home. Sadly, I would never make it. With about a mile and a half behind me, I couldn't help but get lost in thought as to what I would do once I could finally relax. But that's when I was grabbed off the street and dragged into, as cliche as it seems, a dark alleyway. This ugly thing of a man had me against the wall behind a dumpster, and a knife pressed to my neck. He threatened to cut me for each sound I made, so I made none. But there was no way in hell I was going to let him do what he wanted. As a child, I took Taekwondo, so I just had to wait for the right moment to strike. When he started to yank on my pants, that's when I let him have it. I kicked back and nailed him bullseye between his legs. I only had enough time to disarm him before the fighting started. I was on the wrong end of a losing battle and I remember thinking I was going to die. When he had found the knife and stabbed me, something clicked off in my head. A voice reminding me that if I didn't do something, not only was I going to die, but he was going to steal that which is irreplaceable. And nothing, I mean nothing, will take my purity so long as I'm still breathing. The next moments are like a blur to me, just bits and pieces. I recall pulling the knife out. There was blood. Lots of blood. He was screaming terribly. I had blood tendrils sprouting from my body and they were lashing at him. I dealt him as much damage as he did to me. I...I suddenly became so thirsty. His screaming got louder, then slowly faded. My thirst ended and I realized why. My tendrils had latched into any wound opening he had, and drained him to feed me. Police finally showed up after his screams got someone's attention. I was a mess, and even collapsed as they came near. The next thing I know, I'm on trial for killing him. Stupid court said I used too much force despite what he was doing, so they sent me here. At first it wasn't so bad. So long as I didn't piss off Makina, I was okay. But then some other asshole tried to steal me and I had to defend myself again. I drained him just as I did the first guy. All I could think of in those moments was how I wasn't going to let anybody use me in the way that they wanted to do to me. I'll kill anyone who tries to dishonor me. Now I'm a doll to Tamaki, a toy for him to play with, and am allowed some happiness every once in a while. But when called upon, I must go fight for the amusement of strangers in Carnival Corpse as the Vampire Finch. That is what has become my existence since that damnable night. The night I unknowingly went down the rabbit hole and passed through the looking glass to enter this world of Deadman Wonderland." "Wait. So the court knew you were defending your life, and they still sent you here?" "Yep. Ain't that a bitch?" "That's fucked up." "I know. I am the one living it." "How have you not snapped after going through that?" "I have no idea. I think I would've snapped had any of them succeeded in raping me. Thankfully, that never happened." "Agreed. You don't want to know what that's like." "I'm sorry you had to go through that, Azuma." "Thanks. It may have been awful, but such experiences helped me find my way to enlightenment. I like the outcome, but hate the road I had to travel to get there." "They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. But does that mean the road to Heaven is paved with misdeeds?" "Hmmm? Now that's one I have to meditate on." "I got it!"

Rokuro suddenly springs back to life and I literally jump in surprise, landing in Genkaku's lap, thankfully his arousal had faded, or else this would've hurt us both, but mostly him.

"Dude! What the fuck are you so excited for?" "I know why I'm excited."

I have to hit Genkaku for that, a firm punch to the shoulder gives him the message that I found nothing funny about that naughty joke, he just takes the blow in stride and understands my reason for doing so, but is surprised when I don't bother to move off of him, not that he seems to mind though.

"Well? What did you figure out that was so damn cool, that you had to freak the hell out of me?" "Uh, why are you in his lap?" "I'm enjoying the view. Now speak."

Rokuro is confused, who wouldn't after being lost in thought for four hours and I don't think my sarcasm is helping, but I guess seeing me like this is a bit over the top for him.

"Yeah...Well, I figured out the best way to get rid of Scar Chain and get Nagi alone." "Really? Do tell bird boy." "I have only a possible theory, so give me some time to work on it. Then I'll let you in on all the details." "Fine. Just so long as it works and I get Owl, then we're good." "So...How long was I out for?" "About four hours." "Crap! What time is it?" "My watch says, 10:48pm." "Ah hell. We gotta go." "Ah...Really?" "Yeah. At least let us finish the episode." "Fine. But then we have to go." "Yes sir." "Hey look. It's the one about the heart fucker." "Cool." "What are you both talking a...What in the...Ewwwww! What the fuck is he doing?" "A cow heart. Didn't you hear the narrator?" "There he goes, hooking it up to the home's wall socket." "Sick! It's beating like crazy." "No. He isn't really going to...Oh god, he is." "Wait for it. And...He's dead." "Ha! He had a heart-on." "And that's why that death gets my vote as the sickest death the show has shown. Second place has to go to the woman who liked getting puked on while having sex, and ended up chocking on vomited hotdog bits. And third goes to the Russian soldier that tried to screw a raccoon, and got his private bitten off." "What?" "I've seen those. That last one is nasty." "Okay. Before I end up puking, I think it's time we go." "Fine, party pooper. I guess it's time to call it a night." "Yeah, it is getting late. You coming by later?" "Do you want me to?" "I wouldn't mind if you did, song bird." "Then that's a yes, Uber Monk." "Come on, Lynsie."

Rokuro pulls me off of Genkaku and hurries us away, I have to admit, this was one of the more interesting nights of my life, I opened up to someone and he in turn did the same, I can see a long lasting bond forming between me and the uber monk.

With such a fast pace, it isn't long before Rokuro has returned us to the main living area and gets me to my room.

"Okay. You're finally in your room. Good. One less worry over and done with." "You really need to relax, Rokuro." "I told you. I either don't have time or something bothers me." "Then let me help you." "I don't have time to play with yo..."

I sort of force him into a reclining massage chair I bought the other day, and set it to sweet-n-satisfying, hoping it'll finally calm him down...Success.

Within a few seconds, the tense and overloaded look on his face, melts into bliss and relaxation, now that's much better.

"Now, what were you saying about not being able to relax?" "Hmmm?" "I thought as much. You're more than welcomed to sleep over if you're so cozy." "Okay..."

He drones out slowly, as if on some sort of drug or in slow-mo, the silly boy.

"Goodnight Rokuro." "Night-night."

I snicker at his dreamy tone and climb into bed, not bothering to change clothes, once in bed, all the energy I had dies and I'm as tired as if I haven't slept in days, tonight I will sleep peacefully and have sweet dreams, and all because I have had a very interesting day.

Slowly I stir from slumber, damn those automatic lights, sure it takes a while before I notice them and they can be turned off, but they come on at a certain time each day, and continue to do so until they burnout or are broken, but when I do force my eyes open, I'm surprised to find Rokuro gone.

I can only guess what was strong enough to get him to leave the chair, but with him gone, it does allow me to do things without being told what to do, so it's kind of a win-lose.

I have freedom but I have no company to enjoy it with, dang it.

After waking up and getting a good breakfast, I'm at a lost as to what I should do next, I don't really have much in the way of options.

I could see if I can visit Tamaki, but he's probably busy and the guards won't help me unless told to, I could see if I can visit Genkaku and the Undertakers, but they're most likely working as well, I could head over to the bar and hang with the Scar Chain gang, but do I really want Rokuro to watch over me the whole time?

What to do, what to do...Hey, I know, I got all these Cast Points just laying around, I can do some shopping, it's been a while since I did some real shopping.

Trolling through the stores, I buy anything I can find of value, from new clothes to gifts I think the others would like, you wouldn't believe how hard it is to shop for these people I call friends, it's crazy, but I still manage to do it despite the level of difficulty, hope they like my gifts.

Stupidly, I refuse to use a cart and I end up walking back with all of my bounty, my arms loaded beyond their limits and boxes stacked upon themselves till my vision is left to chance, I look and feel stupid, damn my pride, it makes me think I can do anything with no help.

But yet, I'm doing the impossible and making it back unphased.

Things are looking good, just a few more feet and I'm home free.

*bam*

Suddenly I bang into something hard and topple to the floor, my things scattering about the hall like the wind blew them out of my grasp.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. Here, let me help you."

This voice is belongs to a young boy, and when I get the bag off my head, I can see him.

He has dark brown, messy hair, from which one lock of hair is pointing upwards, and gray colored eyes.

He wears the standard prison khaki green overall jump suite, along with the death-sentence collar, but he's wearing only the bottom part of his overalls, tying the sleeves across his middle, with a black t-shirt showing in its place.

Another young soul to be held within the trappings of Wonderland, I wonder what his role is here?

"Are you okay?" "Yeah. I'm okay." "Bwah! Get this off of me!"

That voice...I turn away from the kid and my eyes widen in embarrassed shock, it's the hot guy from the gym, and my new nightgown is at his feet, what the fuck lady luck, what did I do to deserve this?

He looks at me, and the faintest of recognition flashes in his eye.

"You?" "I'm so sorry!"

I bust out my branch and gather everything up before bolting like lightening to my room.

I'm embarrassed beyond belief, braced against the door, red faced, panting like mad, and mentally slapping myself to the point of fictional-self-abuse.

"Why? Why did that have to happen? Why in front of him of all people? Sure, I'm grateful that didn't happen in front of any of my friends. Especially not Tamaki, but why muscle-man? He was just as embarrassed as I was, if not more."

I groan with self-loathing, what happened has happened and there's no changing it, now I just need to distract myself and forget it ever happened.

I do this by putting away what I bought for myself and wrapping up the gifts I've purchased, but there's a problem, I'm missing a few things.

"Crap in hat. How did I miss something?" *knock-knock-knock* "It's open."

Thinking it's one of my usual crew, I don't give it a second thought as to who this visitor could be, but when I turn to the door, I see not any of my friends, but the boy and still sheepish Adonis.

"Uh...C-can I help you?" "You left these when you ran off."

The kid points to the boxes held by the stud and he won't look at me as he holds them out to me.

"Here." "Thank you."

I try to get them from him, yet he shyly lets them go before I can touch him, but I catch them before something could end up breaking.

"Phew! That was a close one, huh?"

I try to put him at ease with a warm smile, but that just seems the fluster the poor man even more much to my confusion, it's like his inner modesty meter is up super high, the littlest things would most likely mess with him.

"Sorry about bumping into you. We didn't see you till it was too late." "It's okay. I was the dummy who blocked my face with stuff. I take the fault for what happened. And so I say, I'm sorry." "Nah. It's cool." "Can I offer you guys a drink or snack? My way of saying 'my bad'." "What's the snack?" "Chocolates." "Heh...You remind me of my friend Shiro. She loves sweets." "Shiro...She sounds nice." "She is. A bit dense at times, but she means well." "Cute."

The kid blushes faintly and I snicker to myself...Interesting name his girl friend has, Shiro, now where have I heard that before, I'll think it over later.

"By the way. I'm Ganta Igarashi. Or, Woodpecker as I get called now. It's nice to meet you." "It's nice to meet you too kid. So...What's your name?"

Mister all muscles just tries to avoid making eye contact and won't say a word.

"You have to forgive him. He gets really shy around girls. Shiro drives him nuts." "Awww...All that muscle and you're just a big softy." "My name is Senji Kiyomasa. But you can call me Crow." "Oh."

His sudden return to normalcy showed the side of him that I saw in the gym, the badass who kicks ass and takes names, now this is more like it.

"Nice to meet you Senji. I am Lynsie Mana. Better known as Vampire Finch." "What?" "You're V.F.?" "Yep. That's me." "But. You're not like what I saw on TV?" "We're not allowed time to show the real us once the bell has rung. Once in the cage, the show has begun. And all you can do, is try to make it out to live through the next one." "Harsh." "You are awesome! That strike you landed on Pigeon was perfect. Dead center." "Heh...Thanks. I tried to make it as quick and painless as I could. The poor woman just needed to be saved." "I couldn't have done it better myself. You got spunk. And I respect that." "I take that in the highest of regards." "Sometimes you scare me Senji." "Get used to it Ganta. I respect a fellow warrior when I see one. And you, V.F., are definitely one." "Stop it. You're going to make me blush."

He messes my hair playfully and chuckles.

"You're alright, V.F.. Whenever you pop by the gym again, you better give me a heads up."

I giggle, not the sound I wanted to make, but it works anyway.

"I'll be sure to do so, Crow." "Uh. Could I get a soda? I'm a little thirsty." "Sure. Sodas for everybody!"

And so it went, Ganta and Senji hung out in my room for a while, just chatting and sharing a few laughs, just getting to know each other and breaking whatever ice there is between us.

Ganta is a sweet kid who has no reason to be in a place like this, he's on Death Row for apparently killing his whole classroom, that's twenty-nine people of students and teacher, but anyone who's looked in this boy's eyes could see the shine of innocence is still there.

The shine wouldn't be there if he really did kill, there's just no way I'll believe this kid is some psycho killer that slaughtered all his friends, I just can't.

Senji is what I would call a hard core samurai, he likes fighting, I'd go so far as to say he loves it, but he only likes to do battle with the strongest of opponents and finds no honor in killing needlessly, to believe it or not, but beefcake here was a 'boy in blue' before coming here, he used his branch to fight crime and keep the city safe, but he got a raw deal when he was charged for the death of his friends and squad members, after hearing this it makes me wonder.

So many Deadmen have a similar story behind them, either they killed in defense but were still sent here like I was, or they were framed of deaths they had nothing to do with other than being at the wrong place at the wrong time like Ganta, or they actually did kill and were right to be here like Hummingbird, but that last one is very rare, the main one is like what happened to Ganta, and I know exactly why.

There's a reason why Tamaki's second job is a lawyer, he goes about looking for cases involving possible Deadmen and works the trial into sending them here when they lose.

When he told me this, I was first understandably surprised, then my thoughts went to did he really fuck with my trial just to get me here, but then I realized something, even if he did do this to me, it didn't matter anymore, I don't care, I really just don't.

Eventually the boys leave me to my solitude and go their separate ways, now alone and seeing how late it's suddenly become, I finish my work on the gifts then freshen up before going to bed, but not before I did one last thing.

Shiro...Why did that sound so familiar to me, knowing that in Japan most names mean things, I look it up on my computer really quick, and that's when I learn something rather interesting.

Shiro means 'white' in Japanese, and the reason it sounded so familiar was, one of the first sentences I learned in Japanese was 'the snow on top of Mt. Fuji is white'...So, Shiro, her name means White huh, wonder if her last name means Rabbit...Perhaps I should meet this girl and see for myself.

Bonus look up while it had my interest, Ganta's name can also be read as Maruta, which means 'round, cut log', I think this if funny because he is the Woodpecker, do you get the ironic joke laid there?

With that done with, I finally go to bed.

Yet another interesting day now under my belt, I settle in to sleep and re-energize, so as to fully enjoy the greatness that tomorrow has waiting for me...I can hardly wait to open my eyes to the new day.

[2:30am]

Suddenly I'm forced awake by what looks like two albino twins, my brain's not fully working due to the time, and I'm taken away in a tired haze, things are all a blur to me, my vision's still stuck in sleep-mode, but when my senses slowly do come back to me, I am confused as hell.

I find myself standing in the cage of Carnival Corpse, a bit blinded by the spotlights, but I can see that there is no audience, no silly cartoon screens watching over me, not even Tamaki's, something's not right here, something is wrong.

"What the hell? Why am I here? I'm not scheduled to fight yet." "Things change little one."

The darkness of the cage's other end is eliminated by another spotlight and I see what I guess is my opponent, but what shocks me is that I've seen him before, but only as blur.

He is a rather skinny boy, who has light blue to almost teal hair, that curves upwards, giving it the impression of it being like feathers, the tips of his hair are black and he has golden eyes.

He dresses in a way similar to what Tamaki's White Rabbit looks like, with the same red patterns on his clothes, but he has a long white coat with the zipper zipped from his neck to above his navel and knee-length white pants, I never said he was an exact look alike.

But the thing that my eyes are locked onto is the marks on his body, he has multiple scars on his body, which look as if they are prone to ripping...Ouch!

"Okay...Who are you calling little one? It's pretty clear that I'm older and bigger than you." "Oh, if only you knew the truth." "Great. You're one of those types. So who are you anyway?" "Me? Oh, I'm sorry to be so rude, not introducing myself and all. The name is Toto Sakigami. But you may know me as the Mockingbird. It's a pleasure to meet you, Vampire Finch."

Instantly I'm fully awake...Did he just say he's the Mockingbird, The Mockingbird...Ah, fuck me!

Tamaki filled me in on most of the Deadmen and Rokuro did the others he deemed unimportant, but they both told me of the powerful and deadly Mockingbird.

The Mockingbird is the strongest of all the Deadmen, mainly due to his Branch of Sin, Love Labyrinth, which allows him to copy the powers of any other Deadman, so long as he's tasted their blood.

Our branch's are similar in only that sense, that we drink the blood of others to gain strength, but I'm limited to only what I can do, where as he can do anything from who he's drank...I'm so dead.

"Y-you? You're the Mockingbird? The only one to fight the Wretched Egg and live? The same Mockingbird who disappeared two years ago? That's you?"

He smiles lovingly and claps his hands playfully.

"Ah, I see you've done your research. I expected nothing less from the guardian of Wonderland."

I look at him confused.

"What are you..." "Come now. No need to play dumb. I know full well of the game you're playing with Tamaki. How foolish of him to not take better care of the precious Jabberwocky. Letting you participate in such risky fights and not staying at his side? I mean, really. If something were to happen to you, then he'd be in a world of trouble."

I can't be weak, I can't be frightened, no matter what he says, I am the Jabberwocky, with claws that slash and teeth that shred, I must stand firm when facing fear, because if I don't, I won't live long enough to hate myself later.

"Leave Tamaki alone. He has nothing to do with this." "That's where I'm afraid you're wrong. Tamaki has a lot to do with this. And so do you, little one." "Don't start with the cryptic crap. I get enough of that dealing with Tamaki. Only he knows how to make it fun. You on the other hand, are pissing me off." "I see. Maybe this wasn't the best time to speak with you?" "You think so? It's past two in the morning! I have random insomnia. Do you know how this will fuck with my system?" "Poor thing. You're cranky with no sleep."

I look at him with a blank glare, very unamused, which makes him sigh with disappointment.

"Looks like I have to wait a little longer before talking to you again. You're clearly too agitated to listen to reason at this point." "What the hell does that mean? Can I go back to bed now?" "See...A funny thing about this cage. It knows when two Deadmen are inside by signals coming from the collars around our necks." "And?" "And...It doesn't let anyone out till a winner is made." "But we're not fighting. You just wanted to talk to me right?" "I did, yes. But had you listened and not been so rude, I would've let you go without a fuss. Yet that has sadly changed." "So...What? We fight, we kick each other's ass, we leave, no harm done. Right?" "Again, not exactly the case. The same signals in the collars that tell the cage we're in here, also tell the Carnival Corpse computer that a fight has happened. And when there's a loss."

My eyes widen.

"Wait. You don't mean..." "That's correct little one. No matter what happens, one of us is bound to face a terrible fate. And as an added precaution, we have witnesses."

He points over to the cage's door and there stand the twins, one boy and one girl.

They both wear the same clothes and look exactly the same way, with the exception of their hair, the boy's hair is shoulder length while the girl's reaches over her shoulders.

Being that they're both albino, they have red eyes and have white to a somewhat grey skin tone, they wear a black formal suit with a white shirt under it, and have on red ties.

"Meet Chan (the boy) and En (the girl). They will provide any evidence as to who won if needed." "The Swallow Twins I presume. And named after the original 'Siamese twins' I see. How cute." "You presume right. Wow. You really are an intelligent girl. Shame things had to come to this." "It doesn't have to be like this. We could just talk like you wanted." "We could. But now I really want to know something." "And what's that?"

He grins madly with desire, the likes of which I have never seen before.

"I want to know what your Branch of Sin tastes like. I imagine it must be exquisite!"

So, he wants to get a taste of me, funny, I'm thinking the same thing about him.

"If you want to know so badly. Why not ask nicely? That way we both avoid the Penalty Game." "Hmmm. But you know that blood tastes sweeter when in the heat of battle." "You have me there. So many feelings get all worked up while fighting, that it just makes the blood all the more delectable." "Mmmm...You speak my language little one. Shall we dance together?" "A bit unfair don't you think? You have so many powers, while I just have one. Not a very nice dance if you ask me." "Then you'll be happy to know that I've been resetted. The only power I have is my own. Unless of course, you'll share yours with me?"

I smirk devilishly, all this talk of blood is getting to me, it's making me...thirsty.

"You'll have to earn it, Toto. For this is Wonderland, not Oz. And in Wonderland, I am the thing that goes bump in the night and leaves my prey drained of life. I am the Jabberwocky. The guardian of Wonderland's madness and insanity. And nothing will ever end me. Dance with me if you so please, I shall play the game. I will not run, I will not hide. But I will make it rain...With blood!" "Yes, sweet one! Let us dance!"

And just like that, with blood-lust pumping through our veins, Mockingbird and I charge towards one another, ready to tear each other apart, both of us set on one thing and one thing only...Drinking our endless fill of the other's blood.

(To be continued.)

Bum-bum-bum! Longest, chapter, ever! I must give more thanks to my good friend and Beta reader lunamirrior, for it's with her help that my speed writing makes sense. Oh boy, Lynsie's in quite the situation. Mockingbird's put her between a jagged rock and a wall of spikes. What could he want with her? Or better put, what could Hagire Rinichirō want with her? Yep, that's the old man in Mockingbird's body, as if you lovelies couldn't tell. We've gotten far along in the series, and soon, maybe within the next few parts, we'll enter the 'Scar Chain' arc. Things will be getting madder than a Hatter from here on out my friends. As if this crazy thing could get any crazier, and it will, I promise you that. I thank all you for taking the time to read my madness, and I'll see you all next time in Wonderland.