Author's Notes: I was afraid nobody would read such an obscure cross-over, but seeing as how I've got at least one reader I decided to continue like I said I would! I would love feedback on this, this is my first-time writing as Fang and I'm hoping I've got him in good character. Thanks and here's the new installment of Fang in Wonderland!

From the lack of appreciation on Fang's face at his answer; Zelos assumed that the ominous reply wasn't being fondly thought of on the bird-kid's side of the room.

"Hell?" Fang practically snarled.

"You're not a very nice person," Zelos decided, leaning back calmly against the wall on his side of the dirty cell. "I mean, you're so young too. What a shame. You've already been beaten down by society-"

"Hell is not the name of this place," Fang decided.

"You don't know that," came Zelos's stubborn reply. "This could very well be Hell. I mean, look how red my hair is," he pointed a gloved finger at his head and gave Fang a 'HAH' expression. "It could be from all the hell-fire."

"What is the name of your world, Zelos?" the teenager insisted dryly.

"My world is Tethe'alla. Their world is Sylvarant. They don't get along so when those worlds combined, bad stuff went down." Zelos was waiting for it. He had his eyes on Fang as he pulled one knee up to rest his arm on. It was taking the avian-hybrid a little while. How long would it take before the reply came-

"Excuse me? Combined worlds?" Fang was staring at Zelos like he was high.

Zelos just managed to bark a little abrupt laugh of pleasure, "About time! I was worried for your sanity when you got quiet for so long!" he grinned a beaming smile over at Fang who did not seem so amused.

"Your world… is combined with another world… making this world?" Fang had to bite his tongue from saying it was ludicrous. He knew better than to rule out impossibilities; I mean, he had wings.

"Yeah, kid. The worlds were combined. Two groups of people got together. One sophisticated, that would naturally be the world I'm from, and one barbaric, that's Sylvarant. Tethe'alla is sort of where you are now. The capital to be exact; that's Meltokio."

"Do I get a map?" Fang grumbled under his breath sarcastically, not expecting Zelos to hear.

"Do you need one?" came Zelos's curious response, "You plan on blowing this popsicle stand, kid?"

"My name's not 'kid' and yeah, I plan on getting the hell out of here," Fang growled. "I'd ask you for help but you wouldn't be here if you could get out."

"Oh, on the contrary, I'm here because this place is far safer than anywhere on the outside for me," Zelos's tone had lost the earlier traces of humor.

"Huh?" came Fang's graceful teenage response.

"There's a war going on and I'm not going to be the next statistic on the 'famous person body count' list."

"Famous person?"

"You don't have enough time to hear that story," Zelos was smiling again. "So you want out, huh?"

"YES," Fang groaned loudly.

Zelos stood up, brushing off his white pants and striding over to the bars of the cell. He bent the bars without much effort and then snapped them from their place. "Go along, little chickadee, you're freeeeeee," Zelos said in a sort of bored sing-song tone to the Earthling who just gawked at him.

"What?" Zelos cocked his head with an innocent look.

"Dude. You just… What the hell?" Fang held his head in confusion.

"Simpleton," Zelos rolled his eyes, walking over and beginning to push the tall individual out of the cell to the door he had created. "Chip chop chip, kid, you've got things to do!"

Fang turned around though, "I think…" his voice trailed as he took in the appearance of the shorter man who was staring up at him with intelligent blue eyes. In his mind he was trying to figure out who Zelos's parallel was in the Alice in Wonderland story. It was either the Mad Hatter or the Cheshire Cat. He was either insane or insane and not able to be trusted…

Then Fang mentally face-palmed himself for really comparing this to Alice in Wonderland. This was reality for him right now and it didn't do him any good to look at a children's book for guidance. Zelos was comparable only to Zelos right now. He had to make the judgment call on what little he knew about the red-head. What he knew was that Zelos knew a lot more than he did and had the skills to prove he could live through this journey-

"Stop staring at me and finish your question. I'm not that gorgeous."

Fang blinked, "Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Just thinking."

"Think out loud then. There's a perfectly working hole in the cell for you to walk through and you're just staring at me like I'm a six headed dragon," Zelos scowled. "And I've seen one and I will tell you that the people I saw it with shared that exact expression," he added as though Fang had a hard time believing Zelos's story after the things he had seen so far.

"I need help getting back home. I don't know this place like you do."

Well, that was admittance to incompetence if Zelos had ever heard it.

The red-head watched the teenager's expression stay confident yet meek. The bird-kid definitely didn't want his help but he knew he needed it. At least he was sharp. Zelos had been willing to let him walk out to his doom before he had proved he was half-way intelligent.

"Is that a request for an escort?" Zelos tauntingly inquired with a catty smile.

"Yes."

"I'm flattered," Zelos half-way giggled before he walked out through the hole and over to an abandoned looking table where he grabbed a sword and shield.

"What's that?" Fang asked.

"My accessories. Gotta complement my looks somehow when I'm covered with all this dirt," came Zelos's richly sarcastic response.

"You're kind of an asshole, Zelos."

"Thanks, kid, you're not too shabby yourself," the Tethe'allan snatched a flask out of a drawer and opened it, taking a swig of whatever liquor was left inside by it's previous owner.

"Ew, that wasn't yours… Why would you drink from that? Who knows how long that's been there," Fang scowled in disgust.

"You're gonna wish you got buzzed when we get away from this prison," Zelos laughed lightly, "Life's just a little too real for me right now. I needed that."

"How long were you in that cell, Zelos?"

"Not long enough."

Those vague answers were making Fang uneasy but he nodded.

"Let's get a move on, kid. We've got lots of ground to cover and not enough sanity to get it done."

"Next thing you're gonna say is that everybody is mad here," Fang scoffed at his own little joke.

"Of course they are. They killed all the people sane enough to fight back."

And with that, Zelos began to stride down the hallway to the exit of the prison. Fang stared after him for a long time before sighing and jogging to catch up.

This will be interesting, the two thought to themselves.