In This World of Mine
WhiteMidnightKitsune
Chapter 36: Tis a Scratch!
Her ears curled with fun. Her eyes glowed with mischief. Her grin large and shiny with pointy ends like the moon that appeared in the day. There was tension in the air. Definitely. Alice was a bit provoked when she saw Cheshire. Her aura of confidence. Was she going to be dragged out of the room unwillingly? Or tied up in ropes and spoons? Even the thought of it made Alice sick, but then Alice noticed that Cheshire was not grinning at her. She was grinning at the Hatter. Grinning with an obvious grin. A grin so long it gave her a face lift. A grin that only appeared between two frenemies of a healthy relationship. Madeline Hatter had a fun expression on her face also. A glint here. A flame there. How rudely complimenting for Cheshire to barge into her domain without being invited in. There was surely going to be a throw here somewhere.
"Cheshire...!" Madeline allowed the name to roll off her tongue, "How delightful for you to be here!" She got up from her seat and glided over to Cheshire but kept her distance. With crossed arms and a head cock, Madeline gave a little knock on Cheshire's rock. "But don't you think it a bit rude for you to have stormed down my pretty little door with your sticks of fingers?"
Cheshire scoffed but kept her grace, "Dear Madeline Hatter, my dear friend, my dear hateful companion! It is not being rude if I want something of mine back! Besides I told you the time, I told you the date but you were late; so I took it upon myself to take charge and take my girls back. You selfish hoarder." She complimented with a hiss at the end.
Madeline pursed her lips, "Well...you could've been ever so patient a little more, I would've released Alice out of my cavern! By the way I can see, your bosoms are drooping a little and with that belly button. It looks like a frown has appeared on your abdomen!"
Cheshire twitched. Nobody else in the room would've noticed it but Alice had. It was a little tiny one. A flick of a skin under her eyelid. March Hare coughed and sipped his coffee but keeping himself ever so still while fidgeting. Was the room getting hot?
"Aren't we a little of a sharp tongue this evening?" Cheshire pointed out, "Maddy, a bit of an advise, you might want to tone that glamour on your face down. You look like a clown. Even I don't cake myself all that much and you also might want to stuff your pockets of your bosoms with tissues to make them more noticeable!" Madeline gripped her crossed arms. "Oh yes!" Cheshire continued, "I believe that is the problem with your chest companions. They're so little that no men won't notice them one bit whereas..." Cheshire puffed up her chest and grabbed her bosom buddies up. "...they get a sense of what a real woman is."
"You..." Madeline started with a glare.
"You..." Cheshire commenced at the same time. Each one filling in a word of insult to the other, one after the other with note and timing.
"Little!"
"Spoiled!"
"Insignificant!"
"Big Boobed!" The tempo began to speed up.
"Poorly Hygiened!"
"Gold Digging!"
"Rude!"
"Idiotic!"
"Ungrateful"
"Incredulous"
"Wretched!" The maestro was about to finish his last musical notes.
"Stupid!"
"Ass Grabbing!" Madeline's face was red.
"Pigeon brained!" Cheshire's face was pink.
"Sorry excuse for a-!"
"WHORE!"
"VIRGIN!" Cheshire finished with a victorious smile as the name echoed through the hall. She saw Madeline's gapped open mouth. Alice, March Hare, and Bianca all stared with open eyes. Cheshire flashed a winning smile, "Problem, dearie?"
"You..." Madeline had her hands clenched white, eyes flaming with the fires of Hades. The Bull had been messed with. "BITCH!" and so Cheshire received the horns. Madeline jumped Cheshire and both fell upon the floor, scratching and slapping the other with fury and malice. Alice got up out of her chair in a hurry to stop the fight.
March Hare stopped her with a throw a sugar cube, "DON'T BOTHER STOPPING THEM, ALICE. YOU'D ONLY GET IN THE WAY OF THEIR BONDING AND MIGHT GET YOUR HAIR PULLED OUT IN THE PROCESS!" He laughed hysterically.
Bianca raised her fist in the air, waving it. "Fight! Fight! Fight! Hey!" Alice covered Bianca's eyes. Four hundred years old, more or less, a child's eyes should not be witnessing a fight, according to Alice's senses.
They tussled and rolled. Screams and yells ensued. A scratch here. A scratch up there. An attempt of an eye gouge here. A fail of an eye gouge here. A successful kick in the crotch. People say it doesn't hurt when a girl is kicked or punched in the crotch, but it does. It does. There are bones. So it hurts. A grab of a hair on both end was initiated now the deal breaker was who was the first to grab a fist full of hair? The two dragged each other over to the table and tried to throw the other one down in an attempt for a mistaken release, but neither one would forfeit. Cheshire's body was thrown against the table. A kick to the abdomen caused Madeline to gasp and accidentally release her grip to grab her stomach. The perfect opportunity for Cheshire to dive into Madeline's scalp and rip out a lock of hair with a stinging pulse! Madeline yelped in pain and held her head. Victory! Cheshire heaved deep breaths. Her clothes misaligned. She hadn't had a fight like this. Not even in bed! Her hair was a tad bit of a mess. Her dress was a bit torn. Her cheek was grazed with a light scratch. She waved that lock of hair in her fist in the air and tilted her head up as a stiff cocky cock that crowed in the morning. "What's the matter, Maddy? Having a bald day?" She guffawed in a attractive manner as laughter echoed from March Hare.
Madeline dusted herself up and limped a little towards Cheshire, accepting defeat. She gave a losing smile, "Fair game, Cheshire! Well played!"
Cheshire returned the smile but with a winning shine, "Same too you, sweetie! Very nice grab though! I thought you were going to ripe a good one out like last time!" They both laughed like friends. Alice could not comprehend it. "But promise me, dear. Next time, we do another fight of a fling, let us leave out the kicking in the crotch, shall we? I have customers to attend to!"
"Ah yes!" Madeline agreed. She was still catching her breath.
"You guys are...just...ludicrous...!"Alice stated simply with a small shake of her head as she looked at them.
"Why thank you, Alice!" Cheshire gleamed.
"It means a lot to us!" Madeline chimed in.
"I hope you've had a nice pleasant visit, Alice!" Cheshire hobbled over to her "It is time for us to go! Oh Bianca! Where is my little white fluff?"
"Here, my lady!" Bianca hopped up and down. Her ears flopping along to her jumps.
"Off we go then! I need to...I need to return home to recuperate and celebrate my victory!" Cheshire began to walk out of the room, "Madeline, I'll continue to write you letters, yes?"
"Yes! Yes! And I to you!" Madeline replied. Before Alice could walk off with Cheshire, Madeline placed a gentle hand on her shoulders and whispered in her ears. "Alice. Good luck on your mission. I'm sure you'll succeed whether it be in a good success or a bad fail, you'll still gain what you need; if you need anything feel free to visit me any time or call!"
"Thank you..." Alice grabbed Madeline's hand and gripped them. "You don't know how much you've helped me...with telling me who I need to find...Hopefully, I'll make some progress!"
Madeline softly smiled and touched Alice's cheek, "Success will come to those who try..."
"Alice!" Cheshire called. "What is wrong with you? Are your feet glued to the ground?"
"I'm coming! Just wait!" Alice called after her, "Good bye, Madeline..."
"I'm sure we'll see each other again!" Madeline assured. She took her finger and placed it in front of Alice's face, "But dear...be wary of Cheshire..."
Alice blinked innocently, "Why's that?"
"She's a little tricky lad. She is...You'll never know what she's up to. A cat has a million tricks up her sleeves. She just choose the time to use them...She's a feisty thing she is!"
Alice scoffed, "She's always one step ahead..."
"ALICE!" Cheshire shrieked. In a haste, Alice gave her regards and goodbye to Madeline Hatter and March Hare. She rushed out of the door only to be visited by the open air once more.