Kai slowly opened his eyes, trying not the be lulled back to sleep from the feel of his body moving up and down ever so slightly. He felt an arm under his knees and weaved under his arm pits with his arms dangling limply. He was being held by someone.
He looked up to see a young man holding him. He had a scar running across his left cheek with black, messy stitches. He had short black hair that stuck out everywhere under his top hat and cover his right red eye. He was grinning just enough to show his abnormally pointed canines. His eyes were glazed as though he were in a dream though still awake. He looked...Insane. Crazy. Loony. Mad.
"Kai Damion Alexander Hiwatari Junior, died during his sleep on the morning of October 19. Son of deceased Kai Hiwatari Senior, and grandson of Voltaire Hiwatari." The man looked down at Kai. "Youngest Hiwatari, by the Rule of Angels and Demons, lawed in year 666 B.C., you are my slave as of now and always will be unless you seek that which has yet to be found. My name. Until then, you may address me as the Mad Hatter."
"What?" Kai demanded. The Mad Hatter rolled his eyes. "The Rule of Angels and Demons states that one who has died though has not yet been lead by the Angel of Death to the gates of either Heaven or Hell is for the taking of those stuck in between life, peace, and eternal torture."
His grinned widened. "I've been watching you ever since you began taking illegal drugs. It was your destiny to die by them, and so I waited. It didn't take long, I mean, not even a whole year!" The Mad Hatter chuckled. "You died by your own naivety! Did you not know certain drugs must not mix? Penalty for your stupidity was death, Mr. Hiwatari, and that ruling is final."
Kai could not speak. He was dead...And he wasn't going to Heaven or Hell unless he guessed this loony's name?
"Now, Mr. Hiwatari, welcome to your new home!"