Julius's past is created by me. I have no idea what age he really was or what his family was made up as.


Alice Liddle was spending the day with Julius, watching him fix the clocks in silence. She always liked watching him work, thinking it magical how skillfully his hands worked with the small parts. There was just something so calming and relaxing about it that Alice could never be bored with watching him work. She liked it a whole lot more than watching the others pull guns out of thin air.

As she watched Julius work Alice began to wonder how long he had actually been doing a job like this. How old had Julius been when he was picked to be a role holder? Vivaldi had once told her that she was pretty young, not even a full teenager, when she was picked to be queen. Were all role holders picked when they were kids? That was kind of sad, actually and Alice couldn't imagine being taken from one's family at such an age.

"Hey, Julius?" Alice asked from her spot at the small table, a coffee cup in her hand. Julius didn't bother look up from the clock he was fixing but allowed let Alice know he heard her by asking 'what is it.

"How old were you when you became a role holder?" The unexpected question caused Julius's hands to freeze in midair. Looking up from the clock, Julius gave the outsider a confused look.

"Where did this come from?" He asked, curious to why she'd want to know such a thing. Alice's cheeks turned a shade of pink and she avoided making eye contact with the navy haired man.

"I'm just curious. It's OK if you don't want to tell me." She muttered in an apologetic tone. Julius studied the girl for a moment before sighing, placing his small screwdriver down and leaned back in his seat.

Why the girl wanted to know was beyond him but Julius didn't mind if he told her. He himself hadn't thought of the day he became a role holder for years now. Alice's question brought back the memory of his childhood and when he first became the clock master. He hadn't told anyone of his past before, not even Ace or Gowland, though, not that they ever asked. However, since Alice did ask and Julius liked her, he didn't have much of a problem in telling her.

"I was seven years old when the last mortician died. It isn't easy to find a single person with eyes so it took them a few hours until they did. By the time they got me into the tower, the work had already built up. Before my role I knew nothing of fixing clothes but, with my role, came the knowledge on how to do so." Julius explained but never once went into explain who they were. Alice's face saddened at the information and she looked at the man pityingly.

"Did you have a family? Parents or any siblings?" she asked, finding she wanted to know more about this man. In fact, she knew very little about all the role holders besides Vivaldi, who had told Alice about her past once.

Julius stared at Alice questioningly for a moment, curious to the sudden amount of personal questions. He could see that look of pity on Alice's face but couldn't understand it. He had no control over the role he got when he was younger; no role holder did. It was as random as a card drawn from a shuffled deck of cards. Although, though he would never admit it out loud, Julius hated his role when he was younger, not for what it was but because it took him from his family.

"I had parents and a baby sister. I don't know what became of them; they haven't visited me." Julius said cool as he turned his head to the side. Everyone hated the clock maker and it seemed his own parents couldn't be bothered to visit since he gained the role.

Alice felt her heart ache out for Julius. She had heard many people around Wonderland say how Julius was one of the most hated role holders because of what he does. Although the girl couldn't imagine his own family would disown him for something he had no control over. That was just heartless, even for Wonderland. Unable to help herself, Alice placed her coffee mug on the table and stood up. Walking over to Julius and round the desk, she ignored his questioning stare as she suddenly wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a tight hug.

"Hey!" The man cried out in surprise, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "Why are you hugging me?" He demanded as his mind raced on what to do. He didn't want to push the girl away but he also wanted her to stop the hug.

"It's OK, Julius, I'll be here for you; I'll make you happy." Alice promised and tightened her grip rather than pulled away. Julius's blush deepened slightly and frowned as he realized the girl didn't even realize the unintentional meaning behind her words.

"Gees, woman, if you want to make me happy, then get me a cup of coffee." He said, turning his head to the side as he attempted to cool his red cheeks. Finally pulling her arms away from Julius, Alice smiled warmly down at Julius, giggling at the cute expression on his face.

Watching her rush out of the room, Julius finally felt his face return to its normal color. Alice sure was a weird and carrying girl but that is what most of the role holders liked about her. A thin smirk like smile found its way on the clock maker's face as he reached for his screwdriver, returning to work on the broken clock. Such a troublesome yet interesting woman.


I plan to do a Adult Dee and Dum/Alice lemon soon. I also updated my story if you'd please give it a look