Hey, the new chapter's up. Thanks to my fabulous reveiwers, rukia, piginthesky, anonon, gregory, SwRtB, and Tsukiyomi Lein. You guys are awesome, and so is anyone who reads this. The identitys of the white rabbit and cheshire cat are confusing people, but all of that wil be revealed in time. ;)
Enjoy the chapter and thanks again!

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She scanned the man before her, heart pounding once again in her tired head. Internally reasuring herself, she kept repeating that this was only a dream, just a forgettable, unimportant dream that she wouldn't recall the moment her eyes snapped open.

Right.

She calmed down, took a deep breath, and fearlessly studied the man gazing at her with slanted green cat eyes.

Strange as the first being she encountered, his apparal was otherworldly. As was his hair, the most peculiar shade of curealene blue, all whipped up in a haphazard manor. Ears of a cat, fur violet and raspberry, poked out in contrast to his azure locks.

She internally groaned. What was it about animal ears around here?

A tail flicked behind him, same colors of the ears, in amusement. Rukia focused soley on the swishing thing, determined not to stare openly at the thick, corded mussles winding throughout the length of his body; or the certain way he looked at her, like an intrested feline preparing to pounce his prey, only to toy endlessly to torment the poor creature.

It was a heated thing, that look.

But she didn't feel that same disturbance as she did with the previous man, her heart didn't beat in that horrid anxity, like a cold hatred. She supposed it was because she knew she was dreaming now, becuase the man before her was no less intimidating. His cocky grin and half-lidded eyes proved this.

However, she ignored his previous crude comment and asked inquizitivly,

"Who are you?"

He lifted his head proudy, as if he was king of the whole forest.

"Grimmjow Jeagerjacks." He looked down at her, light green eyes clear with question. "And what are you? You smell like an outsider..."

Desiding to play along with her intresting dreams plot (And purposly ignoring the fact that he could smell her), she curtsied and announced,

"Rukia Kuchiki. And I am an outsider, I think."

He snorted. "And a short one at that."

She flushed angrily and placed a swift kick to his knee. He balked, clutching the sore ligament, cursing quite boldly for being in a ladys presence. Triumphant, Rukia crossed her arms, her first smile since entering Wonderland curling her lips. Glaring up at her, he scowled.

"How'd you even get here anyways?"

The question caused her smile to cease and her brow to furrow. He saw this and disgruntled, he became a bit too intrested for his liking.

"I was kidnapped by the most vile beast. He just came up to me, swept me up and forsefully brought me to this ghastly place." Her hands came up to her cheast in mock woe.
She quite enjoyed this acting. Especialy if it alowed her to exagerate the vileness of that loathsome snake...

He however, did not buy the sappy tale. As endearing as it was, (And how unadmitably cute) he caught the shimmer in her violet eyes of slight deseivement.

Crossing his arms, he scoffed, "Oh, and what did this terrifying 'beast' look like?"

Here she paused, flushing. She crept a sheepish grin to him, making his own grin grow. He liked this outsider, he thought.

"Well," she murrmured, blush tinting darker, "He was tall, pale, had this really perturbing grin, and..." Here her cheeks were practicly painted scarlett then, making him a bit warm himself, "He might have had bunny ears..."

For a moment he just stared at her with that apathetic half-lidded gaze, it doing nothing for her burning embaressment.

Then, booming laughter streamed out of him, loud and brimmed with mirth. He doubled over, stomach heaving, and he couldn't think of the last person who made him laugh this hard. Mortified, she kicked him again, which just caused him to swear again and cackle even harder.

Finally, he calmed down enough to adress her, wiping a tear from his lime colored eye.

"Are you quite done mocking me yet?" She seethed, only half mad.

"Nope, that is the most hilarius thing I've ever heard! So, was his ears too furry for your delicate eyes? Or were his buck teeth too big and imposing?" His eyes glimmered in mischeif.

"Oh hush, you miserable feline!" She huffed, hands on hips. "He was really intimidating. He made feel as if these suffrocating snakes were wrapped along my whole body,
choking me. And his eyes were so creepy, all slanted, like a fox. It made me wonder why he wore such largly rounded glasses, if he didn't even see properly-"

Grimmjow, observing his fingernails, looked sharply up at her in reconition to her blunt description. It couldn't possibly be...

"Wait," Grimmjow said, eyes narrowing. "You said he had rabbit ears?"

She glared pointedly at him. "Obviously, considering you just spent a lifetime teasing me about it."

He ignored her rude tone and continued, "Did he have silver hair? And a giant key as a weapon?"

She recalled the hair, "Yes, and..." What of the key? Ah, she thought she remember the golden asset atached on his belt. What a strange object to hve as a weapon, she thought. "Yes."

His eyes narrowed a bit more, figuring out her captor. He was known to do rash things like this, but why would he take an intrest in this girl? He studied her with a new intrest.

Flawless pale skin, glisstening raven hair, wide violet eyes that looked as if you could delv into with their depth... appealing features, but there must be something more. He remembered the way she blushed at him, her rare-seeming smile, the way her eyes reminded him of a bird: so dark and hungry.

Quite appealing.

"Do you know who he is?" she asked, playing absently with the lace on the short hem of her skirt.

He tore his eyes from the sight of her bare thighs and answered, "No."

She looked downward in dissapointment, but he continued breezily through his lie.

"But I might know someone who could get yo home."

Her head snapped up, eyes wide. Dissmising the fact that he found that action endearing, he smirked arrogently.

"Tell me, please!" She pleaded happily.

His smirk never wavered, but his plan needed to be fullfilled. Afterall, it would make things so much more intresting...

"Beond this wood there is the split of two nations, Black and Red. My king, Ulquoiorra, rules the people of Clubs and Spades, in Black. He's a good friend of mind and has the power to send you home. Tell him you were sent by me, and he'll do it."

Her eyes showed eagarness, and with a grin of thanks she was off, to a fate false of what he explained.

Only once the girl was out of earshot did he chuckle darkly at the situation.

"Huh, midget has no idea what's comin'."

Sticking his hands in the pockets of his low-slung trousers, he started casualy twords his kingdom.

"Things should finally get intresting 'round here..."

His king hadn't had a toy in quite some time.

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A/N Tsk,Tsk Grimmy, you evil kitty! What in Yevon's name did you send our Rukia to! *Review please, it feeds my muse!*