A/N: This is the fanfic series to Claire Triton's Story, it'll follow Insane is My Middle Name just to get me through the series. So, don't be surprised to see Alex in the some scenes, but not all of them.

Alex belongs to Tailsdoll123.

Echo belongs to BlackFire22.

I do not own Heart no Kuni no Alice, if I did, then all hell would break loose.

Credit goes to Tailsdoll123.

10/31/12 Re-wrote this to be more original

XX (Now, Claire Triton POV) XX

My arms lifted the faceless man dressed in a black suit up and tossed him over the table, where a sickening crack! snapped through the room. The faceless people around me shuddered, only the brave ones left my sight and went to check on him. I simply smirked.

I, Claire Triton, was sitting in the middle of a restaurant filled at a large table with men in black with no faces surrounding me, with frowns that held fear and awe. Faceless men and woman who had nothing to do with this situation sat at tables far away from us, looking at our direction in fear and interest. It didn't help that I was a girl. A girl still wearing her Halloween costume!

"I win," I grinned, sitting back down at the table, grabbing the large wad of cash the victim—er, I mean challenger had wagered before stuffing it into my black hip purse. My hat sat abandoned on the floor below me, next to a large brown paper bag filled with small boxes of expensive chocolates, tiny cakes, and pretty trinkets. Those were my winnings. "Who's next?"

Immediately, though timidly, another look alike raised his hand and shuffled around the room before settling down in front of me and rested his right elbow down on the table. "Me." He set down an expensive looking silver pocket watch.

I glared before copying his pose, grabbing his extended hand and furrowed my brows. "When you're ready, we can start." He nodded and I smirked. "Ready…" I tightened my grip. "Set…" He bit down on his bottom lip. "Go!"

Without any effort and quick swiftness, I slammed his hand down, immediately winning. He gaped at me, I scoff. "Y-You…how in the…?" I pulled my hand back and crossed my arms, flipping a stray of hair out of my face.

"I'm stronger than normal men. Don't forget that."

With that, he left to the water closet, probably to wallow in grief and the fact that he lost to a girl like me. I simply snatched the object and casually dropped it into the bag. As expected, another man sat down and placed a small music box before me. I nodded at him and pushed it away to make room for another arm wrestling match. "Ready, set, go!"

I win. He lost. He's furious, I threw him across the restaurant to show him who's the person in charge.

Like a boss.

People around us scream as he crashes into a nearby table, I simply took the prize and put it away safely. "Who next?"

The boss of the gang sits down, wearing a bright blue suit and a big ol' moustache, holds out a hand and assumes the position. I bow slightly, to show that I had respect for him (Old Chinese customs), and assumed the arm wrestling position.

"You sure you don't want to join us, girl? You're stronger than most men, and you'd prove to be a valuable asset to us," He murmured as I shifted my silver eyes to look at the baseball bat that rested against the leg of the table. It was worn out, yet was still good to use. It was a precious object that belonged to me… It came from her…

"No. I have someone I need to find…" I muttered before raising my gaze to him. Tightening my grip, I sneered. "So I don't have any time to tyrannize this town to your content." He let out a strained chuckle as I let out a low one.

"And exactly who is she?"

"I don't have to tell you, ya old fart!"

"Haha…"

I rolled my eyes as he laughed—almost sadly that I wasn't sharing anything with him—before looking serious. Burn. "Let's get it on!"

He nodded and we hardened the look in our eyes. "Ready, set, GO!"

He actually had some strength in him, but not enough to overpower me, so while I deal with him, I'll tell you guys how this all started. Like every story, we start at the beginning…

XX (Flashback, no one's POV) XX

A Chinese woman, a housewife, with dull black hair and brown eyes tied back in a neat bun, wearing a red mandarin gown with matching pants and a white apron over it, stood in front of a stove stirring a ladle in a black pot filled with rice porridge, what she usually fed her family in the morning. Sitting at the table just behind her sat a British man, a full-time doctor, with blonde hair and fiery green eyes holding a newspaper.

It was a lovely morning in the town of England. The morning was balmy, the grass was dewy, and the temperature was perfect. As expected that today was Halloween.

A Chinese boy with short brown hair and green eyes probably around twelve walked in, still wearing his pajamas, holding the hand of a little Chinese girl with brown hair in buns and brown eyes made his way to sit over at the table next to his father, the little girl sitting on his lap. "Good morning, Okaa-san*. Good morning, Otou-san*."

The father, Wilbert Triton, warmly smiled at the boy. "Good morning, Darien. Good morning, Princess Rebecca." Yes, although the man had married a Chinese woman and had three children with her, he insisted on giving them English names. You know, to help them fit in with England. It worked for his younger children, but not the oldest…

The mother, Ming-Lin Lee, set two bowls of rice porridge in front of the young children and watched adoringly at how Darien fed Rebecca slowly, eating his own when the little girl had her fill.

Wilbert smiled before folding his newspaper and looked around the modern kitchen. "Now, where's my beautiful Claire?" Ming-Lin's smile fell, a look of sadness sprouting on her face. Her daughter…Claire Triton… She regretted ever hurting her daughter so much when she was young…

Claire came in, dressed in a white sleeve shirt, a jumper, and hot red tights. She had a very pretty face and silky smooth skin that had a Band-Aid here and there, sporting shoulder-length black hair with red streaks that was caused by a painting accident and her most interesting features—silver eyes.

She carried a bat that was in a black case slung over her shoulders and a look of anger crossing her beautiful eyes. The minute she rested her eyes on her father, she calmed down. "Good morning, Otou-san." She then looked at Rebecca. "Good morning, little sister." And she left with that, not acknowledging Darien or even her mother.

There was a reason for that, but Claire wasn't ready to reveal anything…. Yet.

Claire walked to the hall and made her way to the front porch, where her sneakers and backpack sat. She slipped on her shoes and grabbed her backpack before heading out, not bothering to look back. If she had a choice, she'd only look at her father and her little sister.

Her mother and brother could die for all she cared.

XX (Claire POV) XX

"…And so, Elvis died, sacrificing his awesome voice to bring Willy Wonka back. All the Smurfs and Dalmatians cheered. The end."

After Alex, my beloved master, read out the last words, she looked up at the teacher with a smile. I clapped, enjoying her super awesome mega ultra-cool story.

She should get an 'A' for this! Even the Flying Strawberry Bunny agrees!

Mrs. Trawley stared blankly at Alex, she was probably in envy at how cool Alex's story was, before speaking. "Alex, what was that?"

"My story! Do you like it? I spent all week working on it!" Alex said, still smiling. I grinned, still clapping before a student who sat next to me got annoyed and grabbed at my hands.

Bad choice.

I head-butted him, my head hitting his nose and I saw blood flow from his nose. Alex will be happy about that. "EEEEYYYYAAAAH! MRS. TRAWLEY! CLAIRE DID IT AGAIN!"

"…Second of all, you are in Maths—CLAIRE TRITON, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO HIT THE OTHER STUDENTS? WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO CALL YOUR MOTHER?!"

I folded my arms and flipped my hair. "Oh? Call that woman? Go ahead, see if I care!" I then looked away, seeing Alex sitting on the other side of me with Maddie, one of our friends. Maddie was really pretty and had bright blue eyes and her long hair in a yellow golden color.

Mrs. Trawley ushered the kid out of the classroom as I sneered. No one should touch me while I'm supporting Alex. No one—

"Claire?" I turned and saw Maddie, giving me a smile. Oh shit, sparkles were flying over her.

Something bad's gonna happen…

"Alex, you two are so cute! But next time, please don't do anything until you consult me about it."

See?

I frowned, giving her a glare, but she simply squealed and pinch my cheeks. "EE! You are so cute!"

Alex gave a blank look as she watched Maddie practically assault (adore) me. "So if I wanted to kill someone, I need to ask you first?"

Maddie laughed as she tried to put my hair in pigtails, which I was shaking my head nonstop to prevent her. "Aw, you're so funny! Claire, stop shaking your head."

"No!" Burn.

I soon gave up as Maddie became annoying and allowed her to play with my hair while Alex dozed off, probably talking to the voice she heard in her head. I was jealous she had that ability. Many people would freak if they could hear a voice inside their head, but I found it cool.

Alex told me that weird is 'in' right now!

I flinched when the bell suddenly rang and Maddie had my hair in pigtails. I shuddered before turning to a dozing Alex. "Alex? Come on, Miss Alex, class is over." I then leaned past Alex and whispered to Maddie, "I'll go get Alex her lunch, can you take her to the cafeteria?"

Maddie nodded and I took off, pushing anyone who was in front of me away. I ran in lightning speed to the cafeteria and got in line, which was short, and carried three trays of food. I went to our usual table just when Maddie dragged in Alex and they sat down. To Alex's delight, I set the tray of food down in front of her and she didn't waste a second to start gobbling down her food.

I smiled and set down the second tray of food down in front of Maddie and she smiled. "Aw, thank you, Claire. You don't have to buy us lunch every day!"

I set my tray down and gave her a polite gesture that butlers would do for their masters. You know, a hand on their chest and they bow slightly. For now, let's just say that I'm Alex's self-proclaimed butler. Not a maid, maids are for girly girls. I'm a tomboy. "Not at all, Maddie. I devoted myself to be Miss Alex's butler. Since she favors you, it is no problem for me to serve you. Besides, I'm using Matt's money."

On cue, a pair of familiar arms wrapped around Alex, causing me to freeze.

"Guess who."

Alex's eyes widened in horror. "OMG, IT'S EVIL SANTA!"

She then grabbed the arms and chucked the 'evil Santa' across the table. I simply caught the blur and sat him down at the table swiftly, frowning.

Alex blinked, seeing the person responsible sitting at the table and sighed in relief. "Oh, it's you Matt."

He glared at her, he must've been happy! "Thanks Alex, guys loved to be thrown across the table by fifteen year old girls."

Both Alex's and my eyes opened in curiosity. "They do?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "You never fail to surprise me Alex." He then pulled my tray of food towards him and began eating.

"HEY!"

Matt as a popular kid, just like Maddie, but Alex and I found him to be an idiot. He had shaggy brown-red hair and green eyes. He was always seen wearing a hoodie.

Alex told me he was like a hoodie monster! Why question Alex? I must oblige to her every wish!

Matt and I started strangling each other for my food as Maddie giggled, pushing us apart and bursting into a conversation about something to do with 'make-up' and 'party'.

Alex blinked, not understanding anything about her feminine speech, and neither did I—and we're girls! Though Matt seemed to understand it, since he was nodding and tried to reach for my pudding. Cue me pushing him off the bench of the table and securing the pudding.

"LEAVE MAH PUDDIN' ALONE, MATT! IT'S MINE!"

Yes, pudding was my absolute favorite food. It was easy to make and not that hard to eat. I grabbed the plastic spoon from the tray and digged in, ignoring Matt, who was complaining as he tried to reach for it.

"So, Alex," Maddie spoke up. "What are you dressing up as for Halloween tonight?"

I looked up, causing Matt to steal my pudding, and I burst into tears. "No!"

"Hoodie-Zombie from L4D." Alex replied, not looking at Maddie. She was building a fort with her mash potatoes to separate the peas from her food. I'll try to remember throwing her vegetables away before giving her lunch.

Maddie chuckled nervously. "Don't you want to dress as something cute? Claire and I are going as witches!"

"I am?"

"Yes!"

"The hell!"

Alex scoffed, shoving more food into her mouth. "No, being cute are for the pussies."

Matt and I burst out laughing while Maddie huffed. "I wish you would act more feminine. Hey, how's the project for 'making your own world' going?"

This time Alex actually looked up and smiled. Both Matt and Maddie flinched while I sighed dreamily at her insane smile.

"Great! My perfect world would be nothing but bloodshed! Besides, the world would look gorgeous in red." Alex exclaimed proudly before looking at me. "Right, my faithful butler?"

I smiled, doing my famous butler pose. "Of course, madam."

Matt smirked. "Let me guess, they all have guns and swords."

Alex nodded as I opened another pudding cup and gobbling it all up. "All their hearts are actually clocks, too. That way they can be repaired so they can be killed as many times as they want! Of course all of them are male, only one is female."

Maddie huffed as Matt grabbed my hand that held the spoon full of the pudding and chomped at it, earning a falcon punch to the face. "That's not cute at all! Isn't there anything, I don't know, romantic about it?"

Alex glared as Matt and I started fighting—me obviously winning. "Sadly, all of them fall for outsiders. Which to me is complete bullshit—I want bloodshed, not romance!"

Maddie practically shined when Alex mentioned the romance part. "I bet all of them are cute."

While she wasn't looking, Matt, Alex and I pretended to gag. Matt then turned away from me and faced Alex, the spoon being removed from his mouth and fiddled in between his hands. "How did you get it so realistic?"

Alex shrugged. "A dream."

Matt and I returned to our brawl while Maddie coddled over Alex. I had no idea why Matt and I hated each other so much, yet we were good friends. Was that something to think about?

Eventually the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Matt dragged me off while Maddie dragged Alex off, who was trying to reach for her leftover food in vain.

Thank god I bring snacks for Alex in this situation.

XX (Claire's Room) XX

A black witch hat with a big hot pink bow…a matching choker, a black dress with a ribbon at the waist, a black cloak stopping at my elbows, petticoats underneath my dress, white stockings, and black boots with bows on them. A black hip purse with a silver 'C' sat snugly around my slim waist.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

"Isn't that cute?" Maddie asked as she held a small jar of green face-paint, rubbing it all over her face. She wore a simple black dress, a black pointy hat with shoes and her face was now smeared with green face-paint. She was also holding a broomstick.

"How come I'm wearing something flashier than you?" I asked, prodding at the ribbons. I hate ribbons, they need to get burned.

Burn!

"Because it suits you better!"

I won't forgive her this time! Not even the Flying Strawberry Bunny will forgive her, he his displeased!

Maddie then handed me Batters, who had a pink ribbon tied around it. Burn! "If it makes you feel any better, I'll let you bring your bat." I cheered. "Meet us at the orphanage later. I'm gonna go get Alex ready."

She left and I quickly kicked off my boots, running to the dresser and pulling out different types of shorts. I was wearing an off the shoulder t-shirt underneath this dress, but I still felt uncomfortable with this dress. The conclusion: Finding a pair of mini shorts and put them on underneath.

"There, now I feel much better," I said as I put my boots back on. I quickly exited my room to see Rebecca wearing a princess gown standing in front of the door. A big fluffy pink one. I shuddered, but smiled.

No burn.

"Onee-chan!" Rebecca squealed, running over to me and hugging my leg. I laughed and ruffled her brown locks.

"You look lovely, Rebecca-chan," I said warmly. She let go and I held out a hand, she took it. I rested my baseball bat on my shoulders and led Rebecca down the stairs, into the kitchen where the oven held the Halloween cookies I left baking in the oven. They were chocolate chip cookies and soft sugar cookies in the shape of bats and pumpkins.

I got them out of the oven and put half of them onto a plate, placing it in Rebecca's hands before putting the rest into a bag for me to share with Alex and Maddie. And maybe Matt.

"Thank you!" Rebecca said as she chomped on a warm cookie. Darien came in, wearing a black Power Ranger costume.

"Onee-chan! Check me out! I'm dressed as the black Power Ranger—" Darien paused as I walked past him, not giving him a second glance. Darien stood there, his face behind the mask, as I walked to the front of the house.

Before I exited the house, I heard a soft crying coming from the kitchen. Darien was crying and Rebecca was trying to cheer him up.

"Onii-chan, don't cwry! Onee-chan gave me cookies! Here!"

"Uh…hu…hu…waah! Onee-chan hates me! I don't know why! What did I do wrong?!"

I stepped out onto the porch and slammed the door shut behind me. Hard. I then headed for the park, not regretting me ignoring my brother. Pretty soon, he'll finally ask that woman why I ignore him all the time and she'll tell him.

Oh yes, and it will be a spectacular surprise!

Now, it's burn.

XXX

Sitting on the bench in front of a cluster of bushes, I bit into a cookie, looking at the darkening sky. It was going to be trick-or-treating time soon, and that meant I needed to go to the orphanage soon.

"Haah… I wonder what kind of candy I'll get tonight?" I pondered, popping the rest of the cookie into my mouth. My ears twitched at a strange sound behind me. "!"

~RUSTLE~ ~RUSTLE~

I narrowed my eyes, gently placing the bag of cookies down next to me and got ahold of Batters, my baseball bat. I then sat patiently, the bushes continuing to rustle. My hands trembled as I started to breathe quieter and shorter, my eyes glancing quickly to the left and then the right. Something was behind me…and it wasn't normal.

~FFFFSSSSH~

I lunged forward, twisting my body, and swung my baseball across the assailant's face. I heard a THUD and I felt my back hit the ground. I sighed in relief before getting up and walking away. I forgot that the park was dangerous at night.

Boy, was I right.

A pair of hard, porcelain hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me back.

"FUCKIN' RAAAAAAAAAAPE!" I shouted, flipping the person over and pointing Batters at the person. It was a girl with orange-silver hair and dull violet eyes, wearing a white dress covered in keyhole-motif accessories. The strangest thing was that her limbs reminded me of a doll's…

I glared at her as she smirked.

"What do you want, ya stupid milf!"

~TWITCH~

The girl twitched and snarled. "You stupid bitch! I am not a milf! I am at least your age!"

"Could have fooled me with your fuckin' face! Now bugger off!"

The girl shot up and tackled me to the ground. Hard.

"KYAAAH! LEMME GO YOU MILF!"

~BAM!~

I had slammed Batters into the girl's stomach and pushed her off before getting on top of her and punching her straight into the face.

"FAAAALCOOOON PUUUUNCH!"

~PunchPunchPunchPunch~

The girl now held a bloody nose that may as well be broken, managed to push me off and get up, glaring at me. I hissed at her, holding Batters close to me.

"You foreigners are nothing but trouble," Was all she said before pulling out a staff, a large silver key-staff, and plunged it into the ground beneath a surprised me and the ground began to crack, emitting a blue glow.

"HOLY FUCK!"

The ground gave away, causing both of us to descend into the dark chasm.

"HEEEELP! I'M TOO RANDOM TO DIIIIE!"

~ (End of Flashback, still in Claire's POV) ~

And that's half of what basically happened. I sighed before struggling a little, and finally slammed the opponent's hand onto the tabletop.

"AAUGH!"

"Yeah!"

I pulled my hand back and leaned back into my chair, breathing slightly and wiping my sweaty forehead. I did it! I beat those stupid men! I sent him a glare and smirked. "There, I won. Now can you let me free?" I then gestured at the bag. "I'll even give those back! Except the cash. I need it."

The boss looked at my direction before shaking his head, sighing in defeat. "No, I am a man of my word. You can go…" It was my turn to sigh. "If you insist." I got up, but was pushed back down into my seat, the person who did this-one of his goons-hissed, "Stay down."

What. The. Hell.

Before I could say anything, he let me go and I sat up, slowly. The boss smiled softly before whispering, "Don't look now, but one of those Role Holders-such as yourself-just came in. You're familiar with the Mafia. Blood Dupre, yes?"

Role Holders? I am not a Role Holder! I is a Chinese badass!

Or whatever you call it.

"No, never heard of him—" I whispered before a formal, deep penetrating voice in a velvet tone spoke up.

"May you please allow me this seat? I would appreciate it dearly to have the chance to challenge this young lady."

I looked up to see a tall man with black hair, a top hat decorated with roses and playing cards, a tail coat, pants and boots. I almost gawked at him, not paying attention to his looks, but that hat…

That hat is not epic! BURN!

The man caught my gaze and smiled, almost too arrogantly for my tastes. "My apologies, sweetheart. You must have been bored to death…entertaining these unsightly men for so long. My name is Blood Dupre, and I wish to challenge you."

I was about to retort when he suddenly added, "The man over by the door is my right hand man. Elliot, come over and introduce yourself." I turned my head and my silver eyes didn't change as I saw a tall man with ginger blonde hair at shoulder-length, wearing a black trench coat, purple scarf, and brown boots. He had a pair of brown rabbit ears on his head, twitching ever so slightly. His violet eyes bore into my platinum eyes, in a trance.

"Elliot!"

He snapped out of his daze and hurried over to Blood's side, trying not to look at me. I shrugged it off. "Oh? You want to challenge me in an arm wrestling match? You look too prim and proper to know how to do this." I sniggered and sighed in content.

Blood simply smirked as the blue suit wearing old man got up from his seat and backed away with his men. "Looks can be deceiving, sweetheart. Though, I'd like to hear your name."

I blinked, seeing that Elliot was listening intently, though he looked like he wasn't, and smiled. "My name? Well, I guess it'd be proper etiquette to say it…" I rubbed my chin thoughtfully before leaning forward, smirking.

"My name is Claire Triton."

XX (To be continued) XX

Why was Claire with those group of people? Why is Blood challenging her? Why is Elliot trying not to look at her? Why does Matt keep stealing her pudding? Who is this girl Claire keeps talking about?!

Find out in the next chapter of Lost Silver…

Burn.

*Otou-san(Japanese): Father

*Okaa-san(Japanese): Mother