I don't own KH or Alice in Wonderland

Following the Caterpillar's-for, obviously, that is what the pink-haired man had been- directions, Roxas soon came to the fork in the path. He then figured someone must've had a bad sense of humor, for it was actually a fork, jammed into the trunk of a large oak tree growing in the middle of the path.

"…Now what do I do?"

"Well, obviously, little girl, you do whatever you want to do. Oh, wait. You're not a girl."

The voice came from over his head, in the tree. Starting, he looked up, to see a red-haired man peering down at him. But it wasn't this that startled him; it was the man's pink-and-purple garb combined with similar colored ears and tail that made him step back.

The man continued speaking, lounging on his branch. "Or, if you don't what you want to do, or where you want to go, you could go to the left"-he pointed in this direction, and a red path suddenly appeared-"To the gardens of the Queen, or you could go to the right"-once again he pointed, and this time, a blue path appeared-"To the house of the Hare, OR"- here he leapt off the tree, which had become a wrought iron gate that he opened, bowing as if he were some sort of doorman-"You can proceed down this path to the tea party, and the residence of the Hatter." He indicated the green path, just behind the gate. "All of the residents at the end of the paths are equally mad, so it doesn't much matter which way you go."

"If they're mad, then what about you?" Roxas wasn't quite ready to trust this strange man yet.

"I? I am mad as well, of course. But then again, we're all mad here. Memorize that for later, when you meet the Queen. She's the worst of us."

"But I am here, and I'm obviously not mad."

"Nonsense. If you're here, you're mad. That's the only way to get here." The red-head yawned. "And most of the time, you can't leave. So we may be seeing a lot of each other. My name's Axel, how 'bout you?"


"Well, Roxas, I bid you good day and good morning and happy Hanukah. Have fun with the crazies at the end of the paths." With that, he vanished, ears and tail first, leaving a wide grin that floated there for a while before vanishing.

"….Maybe I am crazy." Roxas sighed, shaking his head, and went through the gates ahead of him.

Of course, halfway down the path he decided he wanted to go back, but the path had vanished, and forest had grown in. He groaned, and then continued to follow the green path, muttering under his breath.

"…The third Alice was a young girl, a beautiful figure in Wonderland.
Deceiving countless people, she created a strange country.
That Alice was the country's queen,
Possessed by a warped dream.
Fearing her decaying body, she ruled from the summit of the country…"

Roxas, stopped, listening to the disembodied singing. Or, at least, it was disembodied until he spotted the source. A girl, only a year older than himself, was sitting at the base of a tree, absently pulling apart a brilliant blue rose. She looked up as he approached. "Oh, hello, there. You must be heading to the tea party."


"Well, the Queen sent me. Her Royal Highness would like to extend to you an invitation to attend her croquet game this afternoon." She stood, extending the blue rose out to him, but it had become a brilliant red rose, with all its petals still intact. He took it warily and noticed the girl was dressed in an outfit with similar colors and designs to the rabbit girl's vest.

"So…you work for the Queen?"

"Yes, and she'll have my head if I dally any longer. So, my poor confused cross-dressing friend, I must bid you adieu." She gave a low bow before placing a peaked witch's cap on her head and walking down the path in the direction Roxas had just come from.

"Wait, the path stops…" Roxas turned to tell her that there was no path back there anymore, but she had vanished, and there was only a red and black cat weaving through the thick trees. Roxas shook his head. "This place is madness."

With that, he continued on his way, towards the tea party.

Alrighty, I have a Christmas story to be working on~-wanders off-

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