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CHAPTER 3: GOODBYE MY FRIEND

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A couple of days passed and White hadn't seen or even spoke to her. The only time he had tried to, she straight up sent him to fuck off without even looking at him. After that, his only contact with her had been through his counterpart's senses and it bothered him greatly that whatever she was doing to the warden felt so good and so relieving; but after what had transpired between them when he brought here, he couldn't understand why she was still helping him.

First, it had been the afterimages that she had allowed to assist her while White had returned to the circus with no desire to be down at the prison. But soon weariness and hunger drove the foreigner to the kitchen. That was when Black woke up.

The warden found himself in his bed with a stinging sensation on his chest and soreness in his whole body. He wasn't sure what the hell had happened or how he had healed. He had been sure that he was not gonna make it. So how in hell was he alive?

He stood up with a lot more dizziness than he expected, and the soft smell of warm food made him move towards the kitchen. When he arrived. He saw the last person he thought he'd see. His so called 'best friend' and mercenary foreigner that had fought the frumius Jabberwocky, Aria hadron Scherzi, wearing the dreaded pink apron that refused to disappear from his kitchen over her full armor and preparing something that smelled very nice. He was relieved to see that she was alive.

His stomach growled and she turned around with a red gleam in her eyes that immediately faded to her natural olive green shade when she saw him.

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"Black! You're awake!"- She leaved the pan on the stove and went to the warden right away to examine him.– "Are you alright? How are you feeling? You should be in bed."

"Back off woman!"- The warden said and pushed her away but felt a slight blush and amiable sensation at her worry and felt glad that she was fine and back.

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She took a step away and her soft smile twisted into heinous mock as her gaze hardened to look at him with due seriousness and without any emotion betraying her fair face as to what might be going in her mind or heart.– "Do you think you'll be fine now?"

He saw that she had a purple hit on her jaw and was tempted to reach for it. He wondered how long she had been here or what had happened. Last time he had seen he she had been rammed by the Jabberwocky and thrown to a portal. He tried connecting to the jester to know what had happened, but his counterpart was nowhere around the prison and was keeping himself disconnected from him.

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"Of course I will idiot."

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She brought her hands to her chest and sighted. The gesture was off. - "Good. Then my deal with you is over Joker"

Black immediately got a sense that something was very, very wrong. And when she used the same hand that had been over her heart to form a first and hit him with all her force on the jaw to then kick him in the stomach and sent him crashing to the ground, he got far more confirmation than he would have liked that things were wrong with her and that he was still far too weak.

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"What the fuck bitch!?"- He screamed at her from the ground.

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She stood over him, impassive and arrogant, looking down at him with scorn and disdain - "Listen Joker. DONT FUCKIGN DARE ANYTHING AGAINST ME AGAIN!"- She took off the apron and threw it over him.

He was surprised by her actions, but the icy cruelty of her gaze had been what left him motionless. He knew that look well enough. He was very used to receiving the hatred looks of many; but never even a scornful gaze from her. It confused him… And it hurt.

She narrowed her eyes and turned away before throwing a final despising look over her shoulder towards him. - "Goodbye 'my friend'"- Was the last things she said before disappearing.

A couple minutes later the burned smell of what she had been preparing made him react and turn off the stove. Then he went to see look for his counterpart, angry and confused at what had transpired.

Black found the Jester in an empty circus tent. All the workers were avoiding both of him like the plague, and when he confronted his counterpart the jester was gloomy and in a murderous mood, giving him the back. Not that the warden cared.

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"What the fuck happened, Jester!?"- He put his hand on his counterparts shoulder to turn him around.

"It doesn't fucking matter Warden. We are fine. "- The jester growled throw clenched teeth and shoved his other self from him. Then his red eye turned fierce and he connected with his counterpart to let the other Joker into all the information of what had happened since the warden was unconscious.

"You what!? You fucking idiot!" – Black threw a punch at his counterpart's jaw.

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The jester didn't resist. Now the two (or three) would have a purple mark on their faces for a couple time changes.

Black fumed a string of curse and leaved the jester there to return to his own domain among violent treats and curses. He feared that he had probably just lost the only friend and funniest toy he'd ever had… but it wasn't possible, was it? The damn psychopathic girl didn't have feelings. So as soon as she had calmed down she would come back and apologize, would she?

At the very least, now that she had such freacking power over his role she was sure to come back later to make use of it, and he would force her to apologize then.

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Had he known what she was planning and how dangerous things would become for Wonderland, he would have run to stop her. But while he was leaving things cool down, Aria had made her somber way with aplomb to the castle of hearts and had officially requested an audience with the kings.

That was the first clue that something was wrong. She hated bureaucracy and official stuff.

She was taken into the audiences room as presented with all formality, and as soon as the herald announced her, she threw away all protocols and spoke what she wanted.

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"Let us cut the pleasantries your majesties."- Her face was still like a doll's and her olive green eyes had none of the brightness that illuminated them before. -"I'm here to request that you seal away my heart."- She didn't let them speak even when they stood up in shook, and it was obvious that this was not a request. It was a demand. - "Yes. I know about that old rule that says that if a foreigner asks for it, such thing must be done. "

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To seal away her heart… what could that mean? How dangerous for Wonderland can that be?

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