Vexen in Wonderland

I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Alice in Wonderland. Kingdom Hearts belongs to Disney and Square Enix. Alice in Wonderland references are used from both Lewis Carroll and Disney.

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"Shush!" Zexion scolded.

"Cheshire C-A-T, you say? We haven't seen any of those around here… Just the White Rabbit." Luxord took his teacup to his lips.

"Really? When did she pass by?" Vexen asked.

"She hasn't passed by. She's right behind you."

"I'M GOD-AWFUL LATE! YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN, MAID! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!" Came the strangled wail of Larxene, who zipped right through the tea garden, huffing and panting in exhaustion as she ran. She jumped over the garden gates, disappearing into the woods beyond.

"What the bloody hell was that about?" Luxord asked, standing up from his seat to try to catch a glimpse of the wailing Larxene.

"Apparently, she's running late for something…" Zexion replied casually, picking up a biscuit from a nearby plate. He paused when he was about to bite into it, set the biscuit on the edge of his saucer and leaned over in his chair.

"It seems that she's dropped her pocket watch." He held up the watch by the golden chain, letting it spin slowly in the light. He opened the watch, gazing at the face.

"Take a load of this, Reginald! It's two days late!"

"Let me see! I can fix it for when she comes back again."

Vexen watched, curious as Luxord pried open the back of the watch with his butter knife, revealing the cogs and springs, and other mechanisms underneath.

Tick! Tock! Tick! Tock!

Also with the knife, Luxord scooped some strawberry jam out of a jar and spread it evenly onto the clock.

Thick! Thock! Thick! Thock!

"Don't forget the tea." Zexion nodded, picking up his biscuit once more.

"What on earth are you doing to that clock? That's not how you fix it!" Vexen exclaimed, watching awestruck as Luxord ruined the pocket watch.

"Of course it is! It's how I fixed mine!" Luxord replied indignantly, dumping a teapot upside down over the watch.

Sthick! Sthock! Sthick! Sthock!

Luxord continued to "fix" the pocket watch, adding a bit of sugar and cream into the cogs.

Shthick! Shthock! Shthick! Shthock!

And last, but not least, a small slab of butter was added into the mix.

Sh---! Sh---! Sh---! Sh---!

A tiny spring popped out of place, and the pocket watch was no more.

"I dare say, I believe that I've broken the clock!" Luxord exclaimed, surprised.

"It was a piece of junk anyway, being two days slow." Zexion replied.

Luxord shrugged, throwing the clock somewhere in the garden behind him without a second glance.

Vexen couldn't believe it. Those two idiots had ruined a perfectly running watch and simply tossed it away. He grabbed his teacup and put it to his lips, drinking the hot tea inside before placing the teacup back onto its saucer and excusing himself from the table. Vexen walked away from the table, noticing that by the time he reached the garden gate, he was shoulder-level with the three feet posts that held it into place.

Vexen continued on his way, noticing that he kept getting shorter and shorter until walking through the green grass was like trying to walk through a jungle.

Vexen struggled his way through the blades of grass until he came across a clearing. The ground of the clearing was extremely hard, and he could feel the impact that his feet made upon the ground whenever he took a step. After what seemed like an hour of walking, he sat down upon a rock to rest his sore feet.

The area he had stopped in was filled with flowers of all sorts.

Tiger lilies, roses, orchids, pansies, and many others that he didn't know of. Each of the blooms was as big as he was tall at the moment, and the most wonderful aromas wafted from them into his nostrils.

Especially enticing was that of the rose.

"Look at his petals, they're all wilted."

"Poor dear, maybe he's not getting enough water?"

"His stems aren't green! Maybe he's old!"

"No, it's one of those walking flowers."

"Maybe it's a weed."

Who was talking?

Vexen scanned the area, but only saw the flower.

"Who's there?" He asked warily.

Laughter ensued. The noise seemed to surround him. Vexen was disoriented. Where were the voices coming from?

"You've already seen us. You know, the flowers."

Vexen looked closer at the nearest flower, the rose.

He saw that the inside of the petals formed a familiar face.

It was Marluxia's face inside the petals.

"That's nonsense!" Vexen scoffed. "Flowers can't talk."

"We're talking to you, aren't we?" A nearby violet asked dryly.

"We can sing, too!" Exclaimed the nearby pansies.

"Singing flowers?" Vexen repeated in disbelief.

"What song would you like to hear?" A daffodil asked.

"How about a song that includes all of us?" A tulip suggested.

"Girls, Girls!" The Marluxia rose exclaimed. "We'll sing 'Golden Afternoon'!"

The flowers began to tune with a cacophony of sounds, shrieks, and laughter. Marluxia gained their attention with a wave of his leaves, and the flowers became silent as Marluxia showed the beats. The flowers then began their song.

"Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips,

and the sun is like a toy balloon.

There are get up in the morning glories,

in the golden afternoon.

There are dizzy daffodils on the hillside,

strings of violets are all in tune,

Tiger lilies love the dandelions, in the golden afternoon,

the golden afternoon.

There are dog and caterpillars and a copper centipede,

where the lazy daisies love the very peaceful life they lead...

You can learn a lot of things from the flowers,

for especially in the month of June.

There's a wealth of happiness and romance,

all in the golden afternoon. ...

All in the golden afternoon, the golden afternoon…"

"That was… nice." Vexen said, forcing a smile.

The song wasn't bad, or anything. It was just odd to hear coming from the pistil and stamens of plants.

"So, what kind of flower are you?" the violet asked.

"I'm not a flower. I'm Vexen." Vexen corrected politely.

"Ya ever see a Vexen with petals like that?" Asked a lily.

"They're all droopy, and doesn't give off any fragrance at all!" A daffodil replied.

"Scrawny for a flower, don't you think?" The Marluxia rose asked.

"I'm not a flower!" Vexen persisted.

"I think he's pretty!" Said a rosebud.

"Hush!" Said the Marluxia rose.

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I think it's old. D:, LOL J/k. Review, please!