Author's Note:Hi my dear readers. This is an extra special present for any holiday occuring in April either now, earlier, or later in the month. Hope you all enjoy it.-Bff#3. P.S. If it's not to much trouble check out my other stories.

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Blood Brothers or Alice in Wonderland. If I did then Black Blood Brothers would have an OVA for it with Alice in Wonderland

Jiro was crying. A fact he wished wasn't true, but the poor black blood knew no matter how many perspectives he put it in or how many times he would try to fool himself didn't change the fact that salty tears fell from his now blood-shot gray eyes. His body shuddered with every inhale, his breathing was erratic, and no matter how hard he scrubbed his eyes angrily the tears wouldn't stop flowing. It was as though years of pent up frustration and sadness suddenly boiled over and it left him wishing he didn't feel emotions at all. He stood shakily, his entire body shook from both the sudden shift in temperature and that he was still crying.

"No, I-I refuse to believe I'm crying. O-only a child or a woman cries. E-even if everyone says I-I'm a child I'm not. I'm a-an adult whether th-they like it or not," Jiro said shakily as he rested aginst his giant sword. He looked up the glass top table to see a golden key resting on it. He tried jumping to reach it, but alas he was now too short to reach even the edge of the table. He looked around and thought that the chair was still there and he was just the right size to climb up it.

"I'll be to the top in no time. Nothing could possibly go wrong," Jiro declared as he raced over to the chair. He then realized something, the chair had disappeared when he shrunk. He face-palmed and then screamed in frustration. He was about ready to smash the table shen he noticed a plate of cakes in the corner by the lily.

'No way, I'll probably wind up getting smaller or becoming a girl or some other sort of misfortune if I eat even a tiny bite of one of those cakes, but then again I might wind up becoming tall enough to reach that key or in the very least outgrow these stupid clothes,' Jiro thought. He was against it until he heard his stomach growl.

'Why am I hungry now? First I'm happy, then sad, and now hungry. Just great either I'm going insane or I'm somehow pregnant. Either way I'm dead.' Jiro then sighed and gave into his stomach's angry protests. He quickly crossed the room so he could stop the growling noises. He already had a headache from crying so the extra noise only irritated him further. He looked at the cakes suspiciously, each one was no larger than his hand and all had 'Eat Me' frosted on them, but each had a different color to them.

'I have to pick carefully otherwise I might end up shrinking out of existance or becoming a snack for some hungry cat.' Jiro scrutenized over each cake dividing the plate in two. One side for cakes he wouldn't want to eat and ones that he would want to eat. He sighed for he knew this would take a while.

After about ten minutes Jiro gave up and grabbed a red cake from the pile and cautiously took a bite out of it. He gasped when he realized he became a bit shorter. He put that one aside and took a pink one. He took a smaller bite out of it. He looked very angry for his skirt became shorter and tighter on his legs, but mostly his hips, his shirt became a girly tank top that revealed his midrift, his jacket completely disappeared, his boots became black stiletos, and his socks became tights that would look much better on a girl.

'Note to self, never ever eat a pink cake again.' He almost gave up until he noticed a cake he hadn't seen earlier. It was white with red frosting and black writing. He examined it and took an even smaller bite out of it. It tasted much sweeter than the other two and was much moister too. He closed his eyes for a minute and opened them to find he could easily touch the ceiling. He growled in anger when he realized his clothes changed again. They became a long dress that serving wenches would wear back when Zelman was still a child and a red blood.

'Once I get out of here I'm so getting therapy to see if any of this means anything.' Jiro sat on his legs and admired the new view of the room. Everything looked so much smaller now. He noticed a golden twinkle on the table and remembered that the only reason he wanted to eat the cakes in the first place was to grow large enough to get the key and his sword. He took up his sword in his fingers and it looked like a mere twig now compared to his new height, and he couldn't grab the key for now it was too small for him to see. He felt tears well up in his eyes again but quickly calmed down to avoid flooding the room with his tears, for he didn't know if his own tears would hurt him or not if they touched his skin. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly as he tucked some of his hair behind his right ear.

"What am I going to do? I can't go through either one of the doors. Even if I could go home I'm much too big to go home. I might wind up hurting someone or destroying the city. I could never show my face again," Jiro thought aloud as his willpower gave in and tears fell from his gray eyes like rivers. He felt his tears form a pool around him and decided to stop crying to avoid literally drowning in his misery. He looked around him and nearly fainted from the sheer size of the pool around him. He then spotted the red cake on a plate floating by him. He plucked it up the dish and stared at the little cake. It was so tiny now that the only way to eat it was to pop the entire thing into his mouth.

'If I eat the entire thing I might shrink out of existance, but then again its so small it might not work on me now,' Jiro thought as he marvelled at how it was barely the size of the tip of his pinkie finger.

'Might as well see what happens. Mimiko, Kotaro this might be my final moments. I wish I was there with you now so my goodbye could be heard by you two. Goodbye world, I may never see your beauty again,' Jiro thought as he threw the cake into his mouth and awaited the end of his existance. He noticed he was about an inch shorter than his normal height. He quickly grabbed the key and the bottle from the table. He sucked down a quarter of the liquid and dripped a few drops on his sword.

"Great, just great. I'm even smaller than before and I'm stuck in these stupid clothes!" Jiro shouted as he became the size of a mouse. His clothes became those of a maid, but his apron was red and the bow was still on the side of his head.

'What did I do to deserve this punishment? Is it because I was much taller than most people? Or is it because I'm the kin-killer? Either way it's not my fault. My hormones are imbalanced so I grew much more than other kids my age did and I was forced to be the kin-killer because of Cassa,' Jiro thought as he tucked his sword into the ribbon that held his apron in place. He lifted the key that was about three inches taller than him over his head and charged at the door like a man with a battering ram. It fit in the key hole perfectly and Jiro struggled to turn it. When it wouldn't budge Jiro unsheathed his sword and cut the door in half.

"That's what you get for causing me so much trouble you poor excuse for a door," Jiro said confidently. He noticed a blinding light envelop the room and didn't expect to see that on the other side of the door.

Author's Note: Who else can imagine Jiro just cutting down a door like that. The door wasn't talking in the original story so I decided not to make the door talk. Besides it wouldn't matter if the door talked or not its now ready to be turned into firewood. Don't forget to review so I know how I'm doing in writing this.