Author's Notes: I made a wallpaper to accompany the Fang in Wonderland story! It can be found on deviantart in my profile (there's a link on my fanfiction profile). It can also be found here by direct link : sexiestdrummer(dot)deviantart(dot)com/d2y4437
Fang felt like his head weighed a hundred pounds but he knew complaining about it would probably get him reeled on by Zelos. The redhead was leaning against the wall in the dark, his palms opened and pressing hard into the dirty walls while his legs stretched out behind him so his heels touched the opposite wall. Fang had no idea what Zelos was doing, but he figured interrupting whatever it was would be a bad idea.
The older man lifted his head and stared up at the ceiling with bright cerulean blue eyes that glowed with the help of his orange wings. They fluttered suddenly like a butterfly trying take off into the air and Fang realized that they did this because Zelos wanted to run.
But he couldn't, because that would mean he'd abandon Fang again.
Fang smiled at realizing Zelos was his friend.
"What the Hell are you smiling about?" Zelos snapped him out of his drugged up dream-land with his curt tone. Fang blinked and saw those blue eyes locked angrily on his face. "Because, last time I checked, we were stuck in here until Dickhead in there needs to take a shit or something."
"Maybe he'll leave to go cause some generic collateral damage elsewhere and we can get out then?" Fang suggested.
"As if we can even tell when he even leaves," Zelos grumbled, turning back to the wall, "This place is soundproof both ways." Red, finely-shaped aristocratic eyebrows pulled together into a crimson line of confusion on his forehead while he thought. His lips barely opened and he whispered, "There's gotta be another way out…"
Fang looked behind them into the unexplored corridor of the secret dungeon, "Should we even try to explore that way?" he inquired.
Zelos looked over with uninterested blue eyes. Silence drifted between the two of them before his eyes looked past Fang into the darkness they hadn't walked through.
"It's been shut off for a very long time. I think it cuts off on the top floor of the castle and opens up to the town-square. It doesn't do us any good in getting you back your sword," Zelos mumbled, casting his gaze to the ground now. His wings fluttered restlessly.
"We can go around when we go out and then swing back inside to find my sword," Fang urged.
"You're really pushy," the redhead didn't look at him.
Fang smiled, "Am I right though?" he let a rare smugness enter his tone. He felt pretty confident, probably because of the drugs messing with his system.
Zelos broke into a smile and lifted his head, turning to look at Fang again, "You're awfully self-assured right now for being the damsel I had to rescue out of a make-shift ferret cage in the back closet of an evil king."
Fang just shrugged innocently.
The smile on Zelos's face was gone again though and he turned his eyes to the wall.
"There's gotta be another way out," he repeated, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against the cold wall.
Fang frowned, "Look," he began, "We only have one way out. Let's use it."
A deep breath made Zelos's shoulders rise as he tried to get his nerve up.
"What's the worse that can happen?" Fang inquired.
"I figured you wouldn't be enough of an idiot to seriously ask me that, but, as usual, you're surprising me every day," Zelos snipped. He stood up straight finally and began to walk in the direction he had come from.
The door had only been about thirty feet away from them. Zelos listened for a long time to what was going on on the other side. Finally he looked at Fang, gave him a nod, and, with a great amount of force, the door swung open fast and hard.
King Dickhead turned so quickly in his chair that it tipped slightly to one side. Zelos couldn't help but let the adrenaline control his mask of emotions. A large grin spread across his face, "Yo, Dickhead. We're here to mess shit up and there's not a damn thing you can do to stop us."
Fang puffed his chest out slightly like a head-strong rooster, "Damn straight," he said proudly.
Zelos let his feet spread apart to let himself get planted so the speech that was forming in his head would have a great physical foundation. This was it. Time to verbally slap this bitch.
"This bullshit reign of terror is done!" he barked, his hand on his dagger's hilt now. "No more running for me! I will end this! I will-"
"Zelos," Fang whispered, making Zelos cut his speech off.
"Whatever the hell it is that's so important needs to wait until I'm done lecturing him," Zelos growled over his shoulder.
"The Jabberwocky. We need to kill that first, I thought."
"WHO CARES!" Zelos cried out loudly, putting his hands on his hips and he glared at Fang, "We kill whoever has been putting us through any shit. We kill Dickhead because he's been causing some shit."
King Dickhead slowly made it to his feet as he watched the two in amusement.
"I get that, man. I'm all for it too, but wasn't the point of killing the Jabberwocky to make him defenseless when we finally killed him? Cause he can summon that dragon while we're here and that'll just turn the whole thing into a Mexican stand-off," Fang replied with a patient shrug.
"Okay, first of all? What the fuck is a fucking Mexican fucking stand-off and what does that have to do with what we're talking about?" Zelos spat at him.
"Well, a Mexican stand-off is when everybody involved in the fight dies," the teenager told Zelos like it was the most simple thing in the world to know.
Zelos stared at him like he had to be kidding. Then he cleared his throat and continued on his rant, "And, secondly? When the fuck did you become a master strategist and why haven't you decided to help me in making plans until just now when it doesn't matter because I already ran dick first into a Mexi-fucking-can stand-off?"
"It didn't occur to me, I guess," Fang lamely stated.
"I like you better off drugs," Zelos hissed.
"This has been quite amusing," King Dickhead finally spoke, causing the two men to whip their heads around to look at him, " but I have to say that I have other things to deal with. Since you two seem so set on killing my 'Jabberwocky'-" he laughed at the name, "I'll leave you to it."
"Leave us to what?" Zelos bit out angrily on a tongue sharper than razor blades.
Dickhead smiled and turned to calmly stride out of the room.
"Yo! Asshole! Get back here! HEY!" Zelos yelled angrily, "This is not a joke! Damn it! Get back here, you bastard!"
Zelos ran forward with his dagger but King Dickhead pulled out the twin swords that had once belonged to Lloyd and he blocked Zelos's blade with his own. He forcefully pushed Zelos off of him and the redhead skid to the floor at Fang's feet.
"You aren't ready for our fight just yet, Zelos… That is, if you live past this fight. I'm getting ahead of myself," Dickhead smiled in a deliciously evil fashion.
"What are you talking about?" Fang snarled, helping Zelos up to his feet. The older man shoved Fang's hands away when he was standing independently of any support.
An explosion of a bellow lit up their eardrums in flames. Zelos gasped, quickly lifting his hands up to his ears as his body coiled up slightly. He could feel wind from whatever was roaring at them from behind. Fang's jaw was tight and he turned fearlessly to face their newest enemy. One large yellow eye was staring at him.
It blinked, the dark green eyelashes around it pulled together like a zipper-tight seal and the creature took another deep breath. Then another scream of a battle-cry escaped the creature's mouth.
Zelos stumbled backwards, grabbing Fang by the shirt to pull him along with him. Both of them were too busy looking at the dragon to look at each other.
"This is the Jabberwocky…" Fang found himself saying.
Zelos didn't hear him, though. His ears were ringing from their auditory raping.
Fang turned and looked at the redhead finally, "Zelos! We need to get my sword!" he yelled.
The chosen of Tethe'alla found no words to reply with. He just stared at the Jabberwocky with one thought plastered to the innards of his mind.
We're dead.