A Hundred of Her Memories

by Timber Wolf of Purity

Xion - A Replica. A puppet. But who says she can't make memories of her own? With a heartless assassin and a nobody with a heart for friends, anything is possible. Why not falling in love? "I couldn't have done it without my trusty side-kick." "Side-kick? I prefer partner-in-crime at worst, and your-illustrious-highness at best." In the end, true love will conquer over evil.

97. Wonderland

A Hundred of Her Memories

97 – Wonderland

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Xion opened her eyes to lights too bright for her liking and a throbbing headache. She rolled over in her bed. "Ugh… I hate Wonderland…"

Axel chuckled, getting up from his chair. "You're awake."

"Yeah," she rasped. "I wish I weren't."

"Those orange mushrooms are nasty, huh?" Axel laughed and fluffed his spiky hair. "I told you not to eat 'em."

"I know. I don't know why I did, honestly."

"One of the great mysteries of Wonderland, I guess. Half of the things those guys do there are questionable at best."

Xion looked at him, smiling dazedly. "Thanks for getting me home." Her eyes fluttered close.

Axel leaned forward and kissed her upturned cheek, startling her awake. "Axel! Why-why did you do that?"

"Must have accidentally sniffed those orange mushrooms," he teased.

"That is so not funny."

"I thought it was."

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A/N: One of my brothers found bright orange mushrooms yesterday, and my dad shouted, "Don't touch them!" Knowing my brothers, they probably would have, haha! But that inspired this. :)