Disclaimer: Death Note was created by Tsugumi Obha and Takeshi Obata. Alice in Wonderland belongs to Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, also known as Lewis Carroll. Neither belongs to me because if they did, this would be the real story.


Mello in Wonderland

Chapter Three: A Pool of Water

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Mello found himself rising off the floor. His head hit the ceiling with a thud. When he looked down, he found his feet still on the ground. He wondered how he was going to be able to put on his shoes and socks. It would surely take forever if not be impossible. Were there even any shoes that would fit him now? He would have to make his own shoes or ask Matt to make them. Maybe he would have to ask Matt to help him put them on, too. Until he had a girl friend, anyway. He imagined what it would be like. His feet would probably both have their own addresses. His friends and family would have to send gifts and letters to his feet. It would be extremely weird having people send stuff to your feet.

Mello grabbed the key off the table and ran to the door. He leaned over and peaked through the door. He saw a lush and beautiful garden. He suddenly felt longing to be out there in the garden and out of the room.

Mello sat down and a pout formed on his face. He was extremely bored and locked in that room. He pondered about how he would get out of there. Suddenly, he heard the pitter-patter of feet running down the hallway and suddenly Nate burst through the opening to the room. He was holding a pair of white gloves in one hand and a fan in the other. Mello hadn't remembered Nate leaving the room.

"Oh, the Duchess! She's going to throw a fit! I must hurry! I must!"

Mello felt bad for Nate for a few seconds. But then he told himself to stop pitying the bunny. He did, after all, look exactly like Near. So being desperate, Mello decided to ask Nate a question.

"Um…Nate, is it? Um…" Nate stopped in mid-run and stared up at Mello. His eyes widened and a whimper escaped his lips. He dropped the fan and gloves and ran away.

Mello picked up the fan and gloves and started fanning himself. It was starting to get very hot in the room so Mello did everything he could to cool down and didn't care how stupid he looked, being giant and fanning himself with a tiny fan. He was wearing a dress, anyway. How stupider could he look? Everything was strange. Mello even wondered if he was still himself. He wasn't Matt, that's for sure. After all, he didn't feel girl crazy. He wasn't Linda. That he was sure of, too. He wasn't Near since a version of Near was standing in the room. He was sure he wasn't Light or Misa, his neighbors, or Light's father, Mr. Yagami, who was his History teacher. He couldn't be the bus driver who called himself L or L's twin brother, B, who worked on every other Monday and Wednesday. He wasn't the principle, Mr. Watari, or his father, Roger Keehl. No, he was sure he was still Mello.

Next he tried to see if he still knew what he knew. Four times five equals twelve, right? Four times six is thirteen? Four times seven is – no, that wasn't it! Hmm…what about geography? London is the capital of Paris? Paris is the capital of Rome – no! No! Wrong! Maybe he was Misa; she was a dumb blonde, after all. Maybe he would stay down here. Until someone told him who he was, anyway. And if he was Misa, he wouldn't go up. Her boy friend was Light, after all. It would make him feel very queer to date Light. Last time he checked, he was a boy, after all. But maybe his gender had switched overnight. Which then, it wasn't weird that he was wearing a dress. Argh! It was all so confusing!

Mello looked down to his hands and saw that he had put on his gloves while he had been thinking. He wondered how he could have done that. After all, last time he checked, he had been super tall. He must have started shrinking! He walked over to the table and saw that he was now two feet tall and was still shrinking. He suddenly realized that it had been the fan he had been holding and quickly dropped it just before he became too small. He walked over to the table, but, to his dismay, the key was back on it. Things weren't much better and he was now incredibly small.

Suddenly, Mello felt himself slip on something and he fell into water. He was positive that there had been no water in the room. He swam up to the surface and looked around for an opening out of the room. He heard splashing and he thought for a minute that it might be a walrus or a hippopotamus, but when he swam closer, it was only a mouse. No, scratch that. It was the size of a mouse, but it was all deformed and almost like a human.

Would it be weird if he started to talk to the mouse? It probably was, but everything was so strange that maybe the mouse could talk, too. He decided to give it a try.

"Hey, um…Mouse. Do you know the way out of the pool? I'm getting really sick and tired of swimming around." The mouse didn't say anything, but it almost seemed like it gave him a wink. Weird. Mello had never seem a mouse wink before. It was extremely strange. Maybe it didn't understand English. Maybe it was a French mouse…human thing.

"Ou est ma chatte?" said Mello, since that was the only thing he knew in French and even then, he had no idea what it meant. The mouse suddenly leaped out of the water in fright.

"Oh. Um…Sorry about that," said Mello, not used to apologies.

"Why the hell did you bring up cats at a time like this?" yelled the mouse.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea what it meant," said Mello. "My neighborhood has a ton of cats. They are all strays and I go out and feed them every morning. I think it's a waste of food, but my dad says cats need to eat, too." The mouse was starting to get very offended so Mello stopped talking about cats and gave the mouse a quick apology.

"I have always hated cats: low, vulgar, and greedy pests! Don't say that word again!" hissed the mouse.

"Um…okay. I won't say that word ever! What about dogs? Do you like dogs?" For some reason, Mello was in a chatty mood. When the mouse didn't say anything, Mello continued. "The neighborhood is also filled with them, too. My friend, Matt, and I would all ways see them in the streets and in the park. He even tried to catch a stray, once. Um…am I offending you again?" The mouse had started swimming away.

"Come back! I promise not to talk about cats and dogs anymore!" yelled Mello. He had no idea what to do and the mouse was his only way of getting out of the pool of water.

The mouse swam back to Mello and said, "Let's go to the shore. I'll tell you why I hate cats and dogs there. Oh, and what is your name?"

"My name is Mello."

"Oh. Mine's Reiji Namikawa. Let's go."

The pool was starting to fill up with lots of animals like ducks, dodos, and other strange creatures. Mello swam to shore with the whole party following and when he reached the shore, he plopped down onto the sand, hoping the sun would dry his soaking clothes.

TO BE CONTINUED…


A/N: So Mello in Wonderland is off haitus. There are a few reasons for that, but the main reason is that I didn't want to work on my other story, What Boys Do. I seriously have to work on that, but I also got some inspiration for this story and so I wrote another chapter.

I thought of a few characters that could be the mouse. My first choice was Ryuk, but I decided that wouldn't have made any sense. My next choice was Rem, but I decided not to use her for that role. I next thought of Higuchi cause I thought the other animals could be the other people in the Yotsuba Group. I ended up not using Higuchi, but I did use someone else from the Yotsuba Group so that made me happy.

"Ou est ma chatte?" means "Or is my cat?" in French. It really has nothing to do with what goes on in this story at that part, but that's what it said in Alice in Wonderland so I decided to go with it. No, I don't speak French. My brother took it in school, but that is not where I found out what it meant. Thank Google Translate!

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