The second chapter.

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Yuki-chan in Wonderland

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"Oh, this is just stupid!" exclaimed Yuki "Now I'm growing much too fast!"

And indeed he was. Once he had finished eating the cake, he had felt that same odd feeling that he had felt when he was shrinking, but the reality was very much the opposite! For now, Yuki was growing at an alarming rate.

"I can barely see my feet now!" the Rat-cursed-one sighed, looking much displeased. And indeed he couldn't, for they were not much more than a blur down on the ground.

"I suppose it will be quite difficult, now that I'm so tall." Yuki mused "I wonder if I could fit into a house ever again? And my gardening! I'll have to be very careful not to squash any of the strawberry plants."

"You've only yourself to blame." his conscience pointed out, making Yuki jump slightly. He had completely forgotten about it. The little Akito-conscience was perched on his shoulder again, and looked much the size of a fly to Yuki, as Yuki had grown so much.

Just then, Yuki hit his head on the roof, and his growing stopped. Yuki rubbed his sore head, then immediately kneeled down to take the key from the table (Which was most hard, for it was around the same height as his conscience, and his fingers could barely keep hold of it), and unlocked the garden door.

Poor Yuki! As much as he tried, he could hardly fit a finger through, let alone get through the door.

Feeling most upset, Yuki sat down and wallowed in his own self pity. Now, Yuki seldom ever cried, but as he thought of the hopelessness of the situation, he let a single tear fall.

"How embarrassing." his conscience remarked, looking offended by Yuki's piteous state "You should really refrain from doing something like that, it's really embarrassing to be the conscience for someone who cries. Why, what would I tell the others at the annual conscience convention?" And at that point, Yuki's Akito-conscience began complaining to itself about his Nezumi charge.

Yuki decided to take no notice of the said conscience, for he was most annoyed with himself that he had shed a tear, even if it was only one, and he had learnt quickly that things went smoother if he did not listen to the winged Akito look-alike.

He had been spending quite some time ignoring his conscience and trying to think of any possible way of returning to a proper height, when he heard the pattering of little bunny feet in the distance.

"Hey, that'd be your friend, wouldn't it?" the Akito-conscience said, breaking out of his complaint-fest, and looking mildly interested.

"Well, it should be Momiji…" Yuki said, wondering what the little rabbit-cursed Sohma would say if he found Yuki much bigger than he had remembered.

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It was indeed Momiji.

He was, strangely, still in his Rabbit form, and was most splendidly dressed… for Momiji, anyway. Yuki recognized it to be the neon-pink jacket that Momiji had worn when he and Hatori Sohma had come to meet Yuki, Kyou and Miss Honda at the cultural festival. He was carrying a pair of kid gloves in one hand, and a bright fan in the other.

Momiji was scampering along, as if he was in a great hurry, and was muttering to himself.

"Oh, the Duchess!" he sighed, looking most worried "She'll be so angry if I'm late… I hope she won't be angry with me!"

His little rabbit's nose twitched a little at the thought of someone being angry with him. He didn't mind, usually, but he had a job this time, to be there on time for his Duchess, and he did certainly not wish to fail her.

Yuki found Momiji's actions a little strange, but he was so desperate that he would ask anyone for help, so in a small, awkward voice, he began "Momiji, would you know…"

Momiji, who was already a little nervy, started violently at the sudden speech and at the giant Nezumi-cursed one in front of him, dropped his fan and kid gloves, and rushed off as quickly as he could into the darkness as he ever could go.

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Yuki picked up the fan and gloves, and as it was quite hot in the hall, he madly fanned himself with the little fan all the while he was talking: "Really, how annoying this is! And just yesterday things were as normal as they could be in the family… Everyone is so different today! I wonder, am I even the same? (To which his Akito-conscience replied "You may never know…") I suppose I never really thought I would be changing sizes so quickly.

"But suppose I'm not Yuki Sohma anymore? It's a stupid thing to think, but so many stupid things have been happening, I can't be sure of anything anymore. So suppose if I wasn't myself. Who would I be?

"I'm pretty sure I'm not that baka Neko Kyou, otherwise I would have to wear those stupid beads. I can't be Shigure, for his hair cuts in a much more different way, and I don't think I could be half as bothersome as he could be. I'm very sure I'm not my brother, as I don't think it would be possible to be as obnoxious as he could be, and I am very sure that I am at least a little smarter than he is.

"Let's see, I'll see what I can remember: Six times eleven is sixty, and Twelve times six is Sixty-six. Oh! That can't possibly be right! Well, for all of this nonsense, I would have clearly temporarily forgotten. How about Geography? The capital of Japan is China, and the capital of China is Perth- no, that is certainly wrong, I'm very sure of it! Oh, this is quite contradictory to what I've said earlier! Hmmm, let's try English… I know, I'll try reciting a verse from How doth the little-" and he folded his arms and began to repeat it, but his voice sounded strange as he said it, and came out all wrong:

"How doth the little crocodile

Improve his shining tail

And pour the waters of the Nile

On every golden scale

How cheerfully he seems to grin

How neatly he spreads his claws

And welcomes little fishes in

With gently smiling jaws…"

"I am very much sure that those are not the right words," said poor Yuki, who was most disheartened "Maybe I do have less brains than my brother. Or worse, I am him, after all, and I will have to be an idiot and annoy poor whoever is Yuki now. Oh, I could never do something like that! I would hate myself for it!"

"Nice fit." remarked his conscience dryly, which made Yuki jump ever-so slightly, for he had completely forgotten about the little Akito-creature.

Yuki went to look at the creature that was again perched on his shoulder, and noticed that he had managed to put on one of Momiji's gloves while he had been talking to himself.

"How on earth could I have done that?" Yuki asked himself, then smiled slightly, having resolved it quickly "I must be growing smaller again." He got up and stood by the table to measure himself, and found that, as much as he could guess, he was now around two feet high, and rapidly growing smaller.

He quickly found that the cause of it was the fan, and he quickly dropped it before he disappeared altogether.

"Rather narrow escape." commented Yuki's Akito-conscience, who always remained the same size, and seemed not to care much in the least.

Yuki ignored his conscience, and smiled. He was able to try for the door again! He rushed over to the door at once, but, alas! the little door was shut again, and the key was somehow back up on the rose-tinted glass table as before.

"And things are even worse than before!" sighed the unfortunate Nezumi "Because I was never as small as I am now! Never!"

As he said these words his foot slipped, and with a loud splash! he found himself up to his chin in salt water. His first assumption was that he had fallen into a great ocean, ("It really has been so long since I've been to the Beach, actually" he remarked) but soon realized that he was in the lake caused by that single troublesome tear that he had shed a while ago, when he was about nine feet high.

"I wish I hadn't cried." Yuki sighed, swimming about a bit "Imagine it! To be drowned in one's own tears!"

"It is your fault, you know that." his conscience pointed out, not looking in the least sorry for poor Yuki. It, on the contrary, was perfectly fine, sitting upon a little tea-plate, which was acting much like a boat.

"Couldn't you let me up on there too?" Yuki asked, hoping that his conscience would be pleasant at this moment. However, the Akito-conscience shook its head, smiling wickedly. Yuki realized then that even if this Akito was a nice conscience, he would not be able to fit onto the plate.

For although it had not changed size at all when Yuki had grown, his conscience had become smaller, at least to Yuki, to match up with the general rule that consciences are usually smaller than oneself (For we usually always make more mistakes that are against our better judgment than follow advice).

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Just then, Yuki heard something splashing about in the pool a little way off, and he swam nearer to make at what at first he thought might have been a hippopotamus of some kind, but then he remembered how very small he was now, and how nonsensical everything was, and made out that it was only what looked like a normal human girl that had slipped in like he himself had.

"I wonder," thought Yuki "If it would be of any use to speak to this girl? She is the first real human I have seen in a while (Which earned him a filthy look from his conscience, but was soon forgiven, as the Akito conscience remembered that he was a conscience, and not a real human anyway), and maybe she has an idea of how to escape from this realm."

So he carefully began: "Excuse me, Miss, do you know the way out of this pool? Because I'm getting a bit tired and I need to find the path out of this entire strange world."

The girl looked at him, blinking, and Yuki realized that she was not entirely a real human. For although she had all the features of a normal human girl (She had a particularly rough look about her and long blonde hair, and most certainly reminded him of someone from his school), she also had two brown-orange extra ears, most pointed and rough-furred like a Kangaroo. He would not be half surprised if she had a tail also.

Still, the kangaroo-girl said nothing.

"I'm sorry, you don't seem to understand me-" Yuki began, before the girl cut him off.

"Nah, you don't seem to understand me" the girl contradicted, viewing the Nezumi with slight contempt. However, although Yuki expected her to go on, she did not.

"Ah, I'm sorry, what do you mean?" Yuki asked, looking slightly worried. He had no intent to offend anyone.

"Well, think about it," the girl began, and Yuki was sure she was folding her arms in the water "Here I am, mindin' my own business, when this jerk decides to move a lake here. So then I'm suddenly swimmin' for my life, and now you're here telling me that I don't understand anything!"

"Oh, I'm very sorry." Yuki apologized, looking uncomfortable. He decided not to point out that it had been him that had caused the lake, for this Kangaroo-girl seemed to be the sort that disagreed with much force to things that they did not like.

"Yeah, fine for you to say." She glared, then yawned "Well, I'd best be off."

And with that, she began to swim away, the ripples causing Yuki to almost lose his balance in the water causing him to cry out "Excuse me! Please come back!"

The Kangaroo-girl let out a large sigh, as if she was being put under such troubles, and turned around, reluctantly, and began swimming back towards him.

"What is it?" she snapped, apparently not in the mood to be poking about in the business of a mini-Nezumi such as Yuki.

"I'm sorry for being so rude" Yuki sighed "But I really need to find the way out of this place, and I am getting much too tired of swimming."

"Well, I guess I could do ya a favor…" the Kangaroo-girl said slowly, thinking it over.

"Oh, thank you!" Yuki sighed on relief, not in the very least in the mood for arguing with potentially lethal Kangaroo-women.

"Follow me, then" the girl ordered, and began swimming off, impatient.

Yuki swam after her, not really wanting to lose sight of a possible way to the shore.

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While he did so, he thought of all the odd things that had been happening to him.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Yuki sighed, looking quite discontented "If the gods are saying 'WELL, that Yuki Sohma doesn't have nearly enough to worry himself about. A little adventure and confusion in his life would do him good!' and are having a great laugh about it all."

"I like the sound of those gods." the Akito-conscience remarked, sailing along by Yuki. "I'm a God, actually, didn't you know? Being a conscience and all, I suppose I'm your God." It said, smirking in an overly lordly way, which Yuki disliked the normal-reality Akito for a lot anyway.

"No, you're a figment of my imagination." Yuki corrected, looking tired, and not being able to help noticing the odd vicious-looking Kangaroo swimming in the same direction as he was.

"Sent here to annoy you, I suppose?" the Conscience asked, raising his pencil-thin eyebrows.

"Surely." Yuki sighed, and swam ahead to come beside the Kangaroo-girl.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking at her "But I've quite forgotten your name."

"That's because I didn't tell you it." the Kangaroo girl grumbled, sounding most bothered again.

"Oh," Yuki replied, looking uncomfortable again "Well, could I please know it?"

"Oh, sure," the girl replied, being joined up by a few fellow swimming Kangaroos (Though Yuki noticed that they were fully Kangaroo) "It's Arisa, but you can call me Uo-chan."

Yuki thought about this for a bit, as he stepped up onto the shore.

"Some fun this is." his conscience commented, perched up upon his shoulder yet again.

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Ack, I had meant to write a new, perhaps more Japanese poem for Yuki to stuff up, but due to lack of resources, time and sleep, I didn't get round to it. I shall hopefully do so in later chapters! '

See you all in chapter 3!

Z-chan.