Author's Note:Hi my dear readers. I hope you all enjoy this little installment, but this actually is like an omake chapter. This means the plot won't advance and this was written to take a break from the plot for a bit. Enjoy, I know I did.

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Blood Brothers or Alice in Wonderland.

Jiro stepped blindly into the warm light, the heat and comfort of it sent chills down Jiro's spine. He had to close his eyes to avoid going blind as he walked through the seemingly endless tunnel of a door.

'How much farther must I travel before I can go home?' Jiro thought as he finally exited the cavern-like door. His gray eyes fluttered open and he did not like at all what he saw. Before him was yet another plate of cakes like in the previous room and behind them was a large brick wall.

'Could my day get any worse?' Jiro thought as he stepped towards the wall. Suddenly behind him came another wall, then one to his right and lastly one to his left. That left only the space above him open. Jiro could just scream, and he sighed angrily as he walked towards the accursed pastries. He took up a lavender colored one and took a large bite out of it. He didn't care anymore, the only thing he really wanted was clothes that actually were meant for his gender. In a puff of smoke Jiro didn't notice the drastic change he had underwent. When the haze cleared a large mirror appeared in front of Jiro. He scowled angrily at his reflection. His hair was much longer than before, so long it reached his waist. His eyes were much softer looking, his lips were much fuller, his hips were alot wider than before, his butt was no longer flat, his waist became wuch more slender as did his shoulders, his legs were much curvier looking, his feet weren't feeling trapped in his heels, and his chest became alot larger. He wrapped his delicate arms underneath his enormous chest to feel the weight in his arms.

'Amazing, I never knew how heavy a woman's chest could be,' Jiro mused as he admired his new reflection. He had to admit he made a rather beautiful woman. He no longer felt odd in his new clothes and wondered how long his transformation would last. He walked up to the wall and measured himself against it. He figured that he normally would be up to the third brick from the top and know he was up to about the middle of the wall. Clearly jumping the wall was out of the question and he didn't really want to dig his way out and he had no clue how soft the earth beneath him was. He touched the wall and the bricks he touched fell out to create a door for himself. He walked through it and turned to see the entire wall collapse.

'Don't the people know to put mortar on while laying bricks to build a wall,' Jiro thought as he sat to rest on the soft grass of a nearby hill. He took the heels off and rubbed his aching feet to stop the buring pain that shot up his legs whenever he took a step. He laid back and stared at the fluffy black clouds scudding across the sky and ran quickly into a cavern in the side of the hill. Jiro crawled further down the cave and noticed a pool of strange liquid before him that had many different colors in it and the colors remained separate in many sections. Jiro took a stick and swirled it around in the middle of the pool and still the colors remained separate. He felt thirsty and cupped his hand to draw up some liquid in the strawberry colored section. He drank it in one gulp and quickly regretted it. He felt as though his blood was replaced with fire as he felt his body change. A long black tail sprouted from his back and a pair of black cat ears grew from the top of his head. He felt very cold and curled up into a little ball to conserve his heat.

"Nya what happened to me nya?" Jiro asked aloud before he covered his mouth with his hand. He looked at his hand and was shocked to see that his fingers were curled in and resembled a cat's paw. Jiro looked at the pool of liquid and lapped up a bit of orange liquid. When he did he returned back to his normal self, but was about three inches tall.

"I can't win can I?" Jiro asked aloud before shivering when the cold air blew through the cave. He grabbed the tank top and wrapped himself up in it. 'If only I were home again, then maybe things'll make sense,' Jiro thought before falling asleep in the dark cave, unaware of the shadowy figures watching him.

Author's Note: It took a while to write. I'm not giving up on this fic, just I need to get some inspiration. Don't be afraid to give me some ideas. They just might be used.-Bff#3