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 Five: Who Nate Sends
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Mello looked up to see Nate walking towards him, looking very nervous, as if he had lost something. "I am so very late! The duchess is going to kill me! She's going to give me a heart attack and then throw my body in a lake! Where did I drop them?"
Mello was positive that Nate had been looking for the fan and gloves. Mello didn't exactly want to help the rabbit, but he decided that this wasn't exactly the same Near/Nate that he knew and went to look for them. Sadly, they were no where in sight. Everything was different since his swim. There was no great hall with the glass table and the little door had disappeared.
Very soon, Nate spotted Mello and called out to him. "Halle! Halle! What are you doing? Run home and get me a pair of gloves and a fan! And make it quick!"
"Halle? But I'm not Halle!" yelled Mello. "Who the hell is Halle?"
"Of course you're Halle! You have blond hair! And you're wearing her maid outfit!" said Nate.
"A maid outfit? Holy shit!" yelled Mello, for he had just realized that the dress he had been wearing resembled one. He could just picture Matt taking pictures of him and selling them on eBay.
Nate crossed his arms, a pout appearing on his face. "Well, whoever you are, please go fetch my gloves and fan! I'm going to be terribly late!"
Mello decided that there was no other way to get Nate to leave him alone so he ran towards the direction that Nate had said his house was. He was sort of pissed off; this wasn't exactly the same Near he knew, but it was close enough and the thought of helping anyone who even had a small resemblance to Near pissed him off. He imagined next he would be running errands for all his friends. Mello the errand boy: another nickname to add to the list.
He finally arrived at a small house with a brass plate tacked upon the door that said, "Nate River." Mello, sure that it was the place, open the door without knocking and entered the house. Even though it was considered breaking and entering, Mello didn't expect anyone else to be in the house and Nate had given him permission to enter…more or less, anyway. He ran upstairs, hoping that he wouldn't have to encounter the real Halle. He entered a small room and knew instantly that it was Nate's bedroom.
It's tiny, but it must be perfect size for that little emo puff ball! thought Mello.
Mello saw a table with a tiny fan sitting on it with a few pairs of matching gloves. He picked up the fan and gloves and was about to leave when his eyes fell upon a small bottle on the table. There was no "Drink me!" label on the bottle, but Mello knew that those kinds of bottles made things happen. Mello picked up the bottle and took a whiff. The bottle, once again, smelled like chocolate. Hot chocolate. So Mello, his chocolate levels depleting, took the bottle and brought it to his lips. In a matter of seconds, the contents in the bottle had disappeared down Mello's throat.
The changes came instantly.
"Ow, dammit!" yelled Mello as his head hit the ceiling. He tried to lift a hand to his aching head, but he found that there was hardly any room to move. He was now as big as a giant, with no room to move in the now super tiny room. Mello chucked the bottle outside, many profanities escaping his lips. He cursed himself for drinking the bottle, but it was now too late. He kept growing and growing until one arm was out the window and the other was sticking out of the chimney. Finally, he stopped growing. Mello wished he hadn't followed Nate down the rabbit hole. It made a lot more sense back at home, where he wasn't being ordered around my his arch-enemy and he stayed about the same size. He assumed that after his little adventure, he would write a book. It would be easy money. He'd have to change all the names; no one would ever believe him if he said it had actually happened.
Suddenly, Mello's thoughts were disrupted by a voice from outside.
"Halle! Halle! I'm going to be late! Where is my fan and gloves?" yelled Nate, who was standing outside on the porch that very moment. Mello then heard the pitter-patter of steps and knew that Nate was coming to look for him. Nate came up to the door and tried to open it, but sadly Mello's elbow was in the way.
"Halle! What are you doing? Open this door immediately!" yelled Nate.
"Uh…sorry. I can't! The doors stuck!" yelled Mello, followed by a couple of curses to make it sound like he was struggling with the door.
Nate gave a "humph" and said, "Fine! I'll just go through the window and help you!"
"No! No!" said Mello. "I'm perfectly fine by myself! I've almost got it!" It was a useless attempt, though, since Nate had already left. Mello turned his head to the window and saw Nate climbing up a ladder. As soon as Nate caught sight of Mello's giant eye, he gave a shriek and tumbled to the ground.
"Rester! Rester! Where are you?" yelled Nate.
"I'm over here, digging for apples!" said a voice that Mello assumed to be Rester.
"Come over here! There is something you need to see!" yelled Nate. After about a minute, Nate said, "What would you call that, Rester?"
"That would be an arm. A giant one," said Rester.
"Yeah, right! I've never seen an arm that big!"
"Well, neither have I, but it's an arm, all right."
"Well, I don't want it in my house! Get rid of it!" ordered Nate.
"I don't like it either, sir, but how would you propose we get rid of it?" asked Rester.
"Just do as you're told!" yelled Nate.
Mello, his limbs cramping from the position he was it, tried to move around. All it caused was shrieks from the two little people on the ground. It was quiet for sometime, until the silence was broken by a bunch of people that had gathered around the house.
"Where's the other ladder?"
"Gevanni's got one!"
"Gevanni, bring it here!"
"Here, put it up to the side of the house!"
"Tie them together first!"
"They don't reach!"
"Gevanni, hold this rope!"
"Will the roof hold?"
"It's coming down! Watch out!"
(There was a crash.)
"Who did that?"
"Probably Gevanni!"
"Who's going down the chimney?"
"I'm not! No way! You do it!"
"Me? No way!"
"Then tell Gevanni to do it!"
"Gevanni, Nate says that you have to go down the chimney!"
Mello felt bad for Gevanni, but he decided that Gevanni coming down the chimney was not a good idea. The fireplace was narrow, but he was sure he would be able to push Gevanni out. Mello pushed his foot into the fireplace and kicked up. He heard a little shriek of animal, of which he had no idea.
"There goes Gevanni!" shouted someone outside.
"You! By the hedge! Catch Gevanni!" ordered Nate.
There was silence, followed by more confusion.
"Hold up his head!"
"Brandy now!"
"Don't choke him!"
"How was it? You happened to you? Tell us all about it!"
It was followed by a voice that Mello was sure belonged to Gevanni. "Well, I have no idea – no more, I'm okay now – but I'm in too much shock to tell you. All I know is that something came at me and I went flying!"
"We must burn the house down!" yelled Nate.
Mello searched the room as best of his abilities, hoping that there was something, anything that could help him.
"A barrowful will do," said someone outside.
A barrowful of what? thought Mello, though he was sure his guess was pretty accurate. Suddenly, a shower of little pebbles flew towards the window, hitting him in the face. Suddenly, the pebbles turned into little chocolate cakes. Mello grabbed one and stuffed it in the face. He was about to grab for another one when he noticed he had started shrinking. As soon as he was small enough to get through the door, he ran out of the house to find an assortment of animals outside. Gevanni the gecko was being treated to by some guinea-pigs. As soon as the animals spotted him, they flew after him, but he ran into a forest and out of sight. He needed to get back to his normal height and then he would try to get into the beautiful garden he had seen before. He'd probably be safe there.
Suddenly, there was a loud bark and Mello looked up. He came face to face with a huge puppy. The dog looked at him with its enormous eyes and pawed at Mello.
"Hey! Hey! Stay back!" yelled Mello. He picked up a stick and waved it at the puppy. "You want this, don't you?" The puppy responded to that by barking in delight. Mello dropped the stick and quickly ran to the bushes. To safety. When he looked back, the puppy was busy tackling the stick and hadn't noticed that Mello had left. Mello quickly turned back around and made a run for it, running until the puppy's bark was far away. He sat down on a flower to rest. He wondered, once again, how he would grow to his normal size. On top of that, he was getting kind of hungry. There was a mushroom nearby that was not much bigger than him. He looked around it and when he found nothing, it accrued to him that maybe he should look on top of the mushroom. He peaked over the top of the mushroom and when he did; his eyes met those of a large caterpillar who slightly resembled Mr. Yagami. The caterpillar was sitting on the top of the mushroom, smoking something that looked like a long tube connected to a water jug which Mello realized, after shuffling through his memory, that it was called a hookah. The caterpillar paid no attention to the boy and continued to smoke.
TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N: Hello. It's me, forgotten.thirteen. This chapter was a lot of fun to write. I would love to hear any ideas for this story, but I'd probably won't use them because I already have the whole story planned out. But I'd still love to hear them.
Please review. I always read every review I get, even though I do not respond to all of them. Sorry, but I just don't have the time. Also, if you know how to make them, banners would be awesome.
