Kanda was looking at it with absolute horror. This could not be happening to him. Nope, nein, zero, zip, zilch; it was a 100% impossible situation. Yet it was happening in the most petrifying ways know to mankind … well, perhaps at least Kanda-kind.
He was wretchedly clad in a sky blue Victorian gown, with silver thread embroidery, and most sadly, lace. Yes, lace; yards and yards of that horrible lace. Kanda felt like he was … a Victorian version of Disney's classic Alice in Wonderland … though it made a slight bit of sense; after all, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland was written in 1863 … he thought.
What was even stranger was Kanda's lack of his own clothes. Somehow, during the fall, he lost his t-shirt of the National Cathedral's West Window, khaki shorts, and black Converse shoes. He searched himself, and was rather dismayed to find that all he left was his black beaded bracelet, silver cross-engraved rosary beads, and his black boxers embroidered with white crosses. He was rather upset, since that t-shirt cost him twenty dollars or so.
Suddenly, Kanda felt unexplainably thirsty. His gaze fell upon a cup on the glass table present in the room. The old-fashioned Japanese style teacup was full to the brim with green tea, and in elegant Japanese calligraphy, a message was written on the cup's moss-colored surface: "Please Drink Me." Although Kanda's common sense ruled that it would be dangerous to ingest such a suspiciously labeled fluid, his instincts to survival urged him to drink the fragrant solution.
Of course, instinct ruled over; after all, the worse that could happen was for Kanda to reach Heaven's gates. He drank it all in one gulp. Sure, it was refreshing, but as soon as the nourishing liquid rested in his stomach, Kanda noticed that something was horribly, horribly wrong. It felt as if everything was devouring him, and he just promptly slid down its gullet.
When the unpleasant feeling ended, Kanda noticed that h wasn't being eaten by some unfathomable creature. In fact, he was shrunk more than enough inches … hold it. Let's make that feet. As Kanda turned his head around, he noticed that a little door, no larger than your average mouse-hole, was embedded in the wall. He peered through its window, staring at a most magnificent garden. The white roses were in bloom, the lawn and ledge were perfectly trimmed, and the apples bore fruit, Driven by the natural instinct of a gardener (yes, gardening is one of Kanda's hobbies), he instinctively turned the knob, only to find it locked.
Suddenly, Kanda recalled that there was a key on the table. He refrained from cursing – it was an ungodly thing to do. Suddenly, he noticed a small ichigo daifuku (strawberry-flavored Japanese dessert) on the floor. As much as he disliked sweet foods and that the food was on the floor; food was food, and Kanda was hungry. Besides, food in this strange place seemed to have strange powers. Maybe it could enlarge him. Kanda closed his eyes and ate the daifuku quickly.
Kanda felt dizzy for a moment, and then he noticed that he was increasing greatly in volume. Suddenly, a gold, flying, robot-like object flew towards him. In what seemed like its hand, it held a sign that simply read: "Cry". Kanda was infuriated beyond description: "I will not cry, even if the Devil himself came down and burnt me in his fire." Kanda smirked at it with a smugness: "If you want water, you better make rain yourself!"
Immediately, water began to fall from the sky. Kanda was relieved and irritated at the same time; he was glad that the Devil didn't need to come down and burn him; but the rain reminded him of that day, nine years ago, when he was found in front of Father Tiedoll's miniature cathedral, memory of his past all wiped away.
Ironically, the rain dripped down his face like tears as he emits a bittersweet grin at the memory.
Kanda felt his long hair plaster onto his pale neck. It seems like he lost his hair-tie during that wretched fall. Kanda flipped his hair over his shoulder, irritated. The rain tasted as bitter as it did that day.
As Kanda sat on the floor, growing larger, angrier, and wetter, he noticed a flash of something that was as red as fire that was darting across the room in inhuman speeds.
In a certainly very, very strange, yet familiar way.
To be continued
Author's Notes:
Sorry for the loooooooooooong overdue update! Sumimasen! Please forgive me! ... truth is, I've been working on the rough drafts of the future chapters ... so yeah. And yes, Kanda is in a dress, for the fun of it! And yes, I'm just so evil like that ... though .... gomenasaina, Kanda! Well, hope you enjoyed this relatively ... short ... chapter! Critiques welcome! Please R&R! Thank you!