fic: alice's adventures in wonderland 2/?
Title: alice's adventures in wonderland
Author: comet_kid
Fandom: alice nine.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: none as yet
Disclaimer: alice nine. belong to themselves, alice's adventures in wonderland belongs to Lewis Carroll ♥
Previous part one
It was strange to see the world from such a low perspective, grass that would usually be beneath his feet instead towered high above his head as he passed under their siluette shadows.
As much as he kept walking, Saga didn't seem to be going anywhere. Glancing back over his shoulder he saw no sign of where he had come from, only more and more greenery. He sighed, lost. Saga was still musing, wondering what to do, when there was a yell and a heavy weight ran into him and tipped him onto the floor.
It was Hiroto, again. Still hopping, he had tripped over and managed to knock off his bunny ears and was now scrambling on the floor to pick them up.
"Hiroto! Thank God I found you! There was this wine and it shrunk me and I came through here and-"
"You!" Pon interrupted, pointing at Saga accusingly as he pulled his ears back on.
"Me?"
"Yes, you! Why are you still here?" He exclaimed, waving his arms around excitedly.
"What am I what?" Saga stole a quick glance behind his shoulder but there was no one else there; Pon had to be talking to him. "Oh, sorry, I forgot?"
Hiroto tutted and tapped a knuckle on Saga's forehead.
"Silly Mary sieve-for-brains, I told you to go and get me my mittens and photo book," he said, tutting again when he saw Saga's confused and befuddled face before pointing him in the right direction, "my house is that-a-way!"
The dress-clad bassist hurried away, Hiroto's dark glare following him intently.
Through the grassy maze Saga continued, passing underneath oversized daisies and dodging scurrying bugs before he reached Hiroto's home. It was a little brick house, misshapen with extensions that had all been built on top of one another; some sloping and threatening to slip and fall.
Pon clearly wasn't going to be in, so Saga pushed the door open and hopped inside, sniggering a little at seeing the nameplate 'H. Bunbun'. The photo-album was laying waiting for him on the kitchen table, but when Saga flicked through there was nothing but pictures of the sky. The mittens weren't there though, and before long Saga found himself snooping around Hiroto's bedroom; riffling through draws and rooting through his cupboards. Eventually he found a pair that had been hidden in a shoebox underneath his bed. They were soft and furry; Saga stuffed them into his pocket as he hurried down the stairs and heard a familiar rustle.
He had completely forgotten about those cookies. Tearing open the packet he sat down and propped his feet up on the table. The cookies were okay, nothing special and a little disappointing after how nice that wine had been. Saga dipped his hand in to pluck out another biscuit when he noticed the bright label. 'EAT ME! EAT ME!'
"Oh bugger," Saga groaned and threw the packet onto the floor. His arms were the first thing that grew, shooting out and smashing through the walls of Pon's house before the rest of his body caught up and did the same.
"Bugger," he muttered again, trapped in the house in a terribly uncomfortable position. He wriggled his fingers and wrinkled his nose when the chimney collapsed onto his face.
"Dear God!" Came Hiroto's wailing howl. "What the hell have you done to my home?"
"I-I ate some cookies and this happened, I'm so sorry, Pon!"
"Cookies? Cookies!" Hiroto snapped, stamped his feet and darted into the remains of his house "did you at least find my things?"
"Yeah, they should still be inside they were-" he tried to continue, but could only giggle uncontrollably, "Pon, pon please cut that out; you're tickling me!"
A little while late Hiroto retuned, cold-faced, hopping along with a bundle of belongings in his arms. He picked out a can of soda and tossed it up onto the roof. It rattled along the broken tiles before rolling down towards Saga's mouth, where he caught the thing, tiny in comparison with his tongue, and swallowed it whole. It was quite a wait until anything happened, before Saga began to shudder and slowly shrink back down to size, knocking over a few bricks as he did so.
He emerged, small again, rubbing his sore head.
"Thanks, Hiroto, I owe you for that."
"You, you monster!" Pon hissed, glowering at him.
"I truly am so very sorry about what happened to your house, it was an honest accident! If there's anything that I can ever do to make it up to you please just-"
"No, not that," He interrupted, and lifted out the mittens, holding them between his thumb and finger as if it were a rotten piece of fruit, "this, this, these were made from my mother's ears. A hunter caught her and skinned them and now she is earless!"
Saga's mouth gaped open slightly, as he desperately tried to think of something so say, but was saved the hassle when Pon aimed his precious photo album square at his head and screamed,
"Go away!"
As instructed, Saga fled, running to avoid the wrath of Hiroto. He kept running, and before long found himself lost again.
"Oh, well would you look at that!"
Glancing around to see where the voice came from, he saw nothing but the vast flowerbed in which he'd managed to end up.
"Well, I never expected this?"
"He looks lost."
"Do you think he's going to the tea-party?"
"Excuse me," Saga said, still clueless as to whom these speakers were, "but where are you?"
"We're down here, silly," came a giggle, and when he looked down, he saw a tulip chuckling to itself.
"Where are you trying to get, Saga?" Asked an orchid.
"Well, I'm not entirely sure, but I think-" he was cut off as a sharp squeal pierced the air.
"Oh my God! Saga!" Screamed a daisy.
"Saga, Saga, have my babies!" Cried another.
"No, no," a frustrated dandelion cut in, "he's got to have Nao's babies!"
"No, Pon's!"
"No, Shou's!"
The argument continued, some flowers bickering among themselves while other tried to grab hold of his legs and ankles. The ones that had first spoken to him were hard to hear above the gabble of hysterics.
"Run!" Cried the tulip, trying to pull itself up out of the crowd, "Run before they consume you!"
Saga did as he was told.
Running seemed to be something he was exceptionally good at.
Author: comet_kid
Fandom: alice nine.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: none as yet
Disclaimer: alice nine. belong to themselves, alice's adventures in wonderland belongs to Lewis Carroll ♥
Previous part one
It was strange to see the world from such a low perspective, grass that would usually be beneath his feet instead towered high above his head as he passed under their siluette shadows.
As much as he kept walking, Saga didn't seem to be going anywhere. Glancing back over his shoulder he saw no sign of where he had come from, only more and more greenery. He sighed, lost. Saga was still musing, wondering what to do, when there was a yell and a heavy weight ran into him and tipped him onto the floor.
It was Hiroto, again. Still hopping, he had tripped over and managed to knock off his bunny ears and was now scrambling on the floor to pick them up.
"Hiroto! Thank God I found you! There was this wine and it shrunk me and I came through here and-"
"You!" Pon interrupted, pointing at Saga accusingly as he pulled his ears back on.
"Me?"
"Yes, you! Why are you still here?" He exclaimed, waving his arms around excitedly.
"What am I what?" Saga stole a quick glance behind his shoulder but there was no one else there; Pon had to be talking to him. "Oh, sorry, I forgot?"
Hiroto tutted and tapped a knuckle on Saga's forehead.
"Silly Mary sieve-for-brains, I told you to go and get me my mittens and photo book," he said, tutting again when he saw Saga's confused and befuddled face before pointing him in the right direction, "my house is that-a-way!"
The dress-clad bassist hurried away, Hiroto's dark glare following him intently.
Through the grassy maze Saga continued, passing underneath oversized daisies and dodging scurrying bugs before he reached Hiroto's home. It was a little brick house, misshapen with extensions that had all been built on top of one another; some sloping and threatening to slip and fall.
Pon clearly wasn't going to be in, so Saga pushed the door open and hopped inside, sniggering a little at seeing the nameplate 'H. Bunbun'. The photo-album was laying waiting for him on the kitchen table, but when Saga flicked through there was nothing but pictures of the sky. The mittens weren't there though, and before long Saga found himself snooping around Hiroto's bedroom; riffling through draws and rooting through his cupboards. Eventually he found a pair that had been hidden in a shoebox underneath his bed. They were soft and furry; Saga stuffed them into his pocket as he hurried down the stairs and heard a familiar rustle.
He had completely forgotten about those cookies. Tearing open the packet he sat down and propped his feet up on the table. The cookies were okay, nothing special and a little disappointing after how nice that wine had been. Saga dipped his hand in to pluck out another biscuit when he noticed the bright label. 'EAT ME! EAT ME!'
"Oh bugger," Saga groaned and threw the packet onto the floor. His arms were the first thing that grew, shooting out and smashing through the walls of Pon's house before the rest of his body caught up and did the same.
"Bugger," he muttered again, trapped in the house in a terribly uncomfortable position. He wriggled his fingers and wrinkled his nose when the chimney collapsed onto his face.
"Dear God!" Came Hiroto's wailing howl. "What the hell have you done to my home?"
"I-I ate some cookies and this happened, I'm so sorry, Pon!"
"Cookies? Cookies!" Hiroto snapped, stamped his feet and darted into the remains of his house "did you at least find my things?"
"Yeah, they should still be inside they were-" he tried to continue, but could only giggle uncontrollably, "Pon, pon please cut that out; you're tickling me!"
A little while late Hiroto retuned, cold-faced, hopping along with a bundle of belongings in his arms. He picked out a can of soda and tossed it up onto the roof. It rattled along the broken tiles before rolling down towards Saga's mouth, where he caught the thing, tiny in comparison with his tongue, and swallowed it whole. It was quite a wait until anything happened, before Saga began to shudder and slowly shrink back down to size, knocking over a few bricks as he did so.
He emerged, small again, rubbing his sore head.
"Thanks, Hiroto, I owe you for that."
"You, you monster!" Pon hissed, glowering at him.
"I truly am so very sorry about what happened to your house, it was an honest accident! If there's anything that I can ever do to make it up to you please just-"
"No, not that," He interrupted, and lifted out the mittens, holding them between his thumb and finger as if it were a rotten piece of fruit, "this, this, these were made from my mother's ears. A hunter caught her and skinned them and now she is earless!"
Saga's mouth gaped open slightly, as he desperately tried to think of something so say, but was saved the hassle when Pon aimed his precious photo album square at his head and screamed,
"Go away!"
As instructed, Saga fled, running to avoid the wrath of Hiroto. He kept running, and before long found himself lost again.
"Oh, well would you look at that!"
Glancing around to see where the voice came from, he saw nothing but the vast flowerbed in which he'd managed to end up.
"Well, I never expected this?"
"He looks lost."
"Do you think he's going to the tea-party?"
"Excuse me," Saga said, still clueless as to whom these speakers were, "but where are you?"
"We're down here, silly," came a giggle, and when he looked down, he saw a tulip chuckling to itself.
"Where are you trying to get, Saga?" Asked an orchid.
"Well, I'm not entirely sure, but I think-" he was cut off as a sharp squeal pierced the air.
"Oh my God! Saga!" Screamed a daisy.
"Saga, Saga, have my babies!" Cried another.
"No, no," a frustrated dandelion cut in, "he's got to have Nao's babies!"
"No, Pon's!"
"No, Shou's!"
The argument continued, some flowers bickering among themselves while other tried to grab hold of his legs and ankles. The ones that had first spoken to him were hard to hear above the gabble of hysterics.
"Run!" Cried the tulip, trying to pull itself up out of the crowd, "Run before they consume you!"
Saga did as he was told.
Running seemed to be something he was exceptionally good at.