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Sorryyyy for taking a while to update D: I've been having a butt ton of stuff to do since Soccer and Lacrosse season started-

So please, bare with me.

I haven't much to say but thanks; to all the reviewers who support this story :) I really love you guys.

Oh, and I'll also be going back and forth between P.O.V.s in this chapter.

DISCLAIMER: In my dreams I own HNKNA (bawls).

(The Clock Tower 3rd P.O.V.)

'Eleven cycles, she's been gone.' Julius thought, watching as the sky turned to morning.

He sighed aloud, 'What a reckless woman...'

For a moment, he paused- not even paying attention to his thoughts, as his fingers worked around a clock basking in his palms.

Knock knock-

"Door's ope-"

Bang!

Alice came rushing in, eyes the size of moons, nearly tackling the man as she gripped his shoulders.

"Please tell me Ciaran's here! Don't tell me it's true-please-" She choked, colossal drops streaking her face.

Julius grabbed the small girl, pulling her off in order to look at her.

"What're you talking about?"

Alice continued to cry, "C-Ciarann...I-is...m-missing, right?" she asked rather than stated through the hiccups she usually got whilst sobbing.

His eyebrows raised, "Who told you that?"

The petite girl pointed in the direction from where she arrived; where a convenient silver haired man stood, indifferent.

Julius looked annoyed, but returned his attention back to Alice, "And you believed him...?"

Nightmare looked offended, but was unnoticed as the woman rubbed her eyes, looking up at the older man cutely.

"S-so...Ciaran is all right?"

"Last time she headed with Ace; of course her sanity might be questionable by the time she gets back here- but she should be fine. Stop worrying."

Alice smiled at that, "Okay..." she noted half-heartedly, before scampering off back to the Clover Tower's Door.

Klak-

...

...

Julius turned on his heels, making sure there would be no unexpected returns from the girl, before glaring at Nightmare.

"Alright...where is she you damned bastard?"

(Ciaran 1st P.O.V.)

"I can do it by myself!" I screamed, flailing what felt like a toilet cleaner through the air.

"B-but your wounds haven't healed yet!" Came the response of the young maiden.

"Like shit they haven't! I won't allow you to help me take a shower!"

"But Master Dupr-"

"FAWK. YOU KNOW WHAT? IM JUST NOT EVEN GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER. I'LL SMELL LIKE A DIRTY HOBO AND JACK UP BLOOD'S MANSION!" Saying that, I stumbled to my feet, toilet cleaner still in hand, and charged forward. Smacking into a wall. Then out the door.

"HOBOS ARE THE SHIT." I bellowed, raising my hand in triumph.

Its been what felt like 3 days since I've been trapped here. And I was ready to go. Like, now. Flying away like a fried chicken wing. Even though I was told that I've only been here for a 'cycle'.

"H-hey! HEY YOU! Whot do you think you are doing?! If Master Dupre were to arrive, we would surely be killed!" I heard a male lemon-grab sounding voice scold, seconds later followed by a soft 'thud' as I ran into something.

"You fatty..." I grunted, returned with a confused sniff.

"I'm outta here muh-fuckahs!" I mooed, charging at the air.

And again, smacking into something.

My nose wrinkled, "Gosh dern it..."

"There's no use in trying to trample around so blindly! So I suggest following as instructed before you get us allll in trouble!" The strange man said, again with a (slightly motherly) screamish tone.

"I see what you did there..." I answered, recognizing the pitiful pun.

The bastard...

"Can I at least get someone to pick me up?"

I heard a panicked, shaky breath; like someone trying to calm themselves, "WHOT? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? WHOT... WHOT?! Very well..."He responded, and I was suddenly lifted from the ground.

'This guy...' I deadpanned.

"Ohohohoho~ you're so punny-" I feined, laughing, "BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!"

Possibly traumatized by screaming in his ear, I was set/dropped down.

"I meant can I get someone to take me home..."

There was a pause, "...Home?"

I snorted, "Well yeaaahhh, back to the Clock Tow-" I caught myself.

"...Back to Sabrina." I finished, frowning.

The man didn't respond for 5 minutes. Like, literally. I was stuck there standing! Do you know how long that is?!

"...Make sure Miss Ciaran is cleaned up before Master Dupre returns." He finally ordered, before prancing away.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Slowly, I creaked around to face the waiting presences.

"...Bring it on bitches..." I dared.

(3rd P.O.V. Julius)

The air was crisp. Coated by various colors of brown, orange, and yellow.

He was almost at the Hatter Mansion.

Pausing, the man cringed at the sight of the familiar rooftop.

"I hate traveling..." Julius thought aloud, examining the bristling trees as they swayed from a breeze, shedding a manifold of leaves.

"Well...how convenient." A velvet voice cooed.

The clockmaker glared at the approaching pair. Blood Dupre and Elliot March...

"Just the man we were looking for..." Blood simpered.

Julius scowled, "I could say the same."

Elliot frowned disapprovingly, "What for, Mortician?"

The blue-haired man lifted his chin towards the mafia boss, "He should know."

The hare stepped forward defensively, only to be stopped by a gloved hand.

"Ease."

Blood cleared his throat, "Well, since we're on the same page- I'll just say it..."

Julius quirked an eyebrow.

"I'll be taking Ciaran off your hands."

He stiffened, glaring at the challenging stare of the mafioso.

"...Is that so...what makes you so sure that Ciaran wants to live with you?"

Blood smirked, "Well, considering that you are much to busy to have time for her- maybe she feels a bit...bored, perhaps? And who knows what she'd think of you when she discovers about your little 'job'...?"

The clockmaker pursed his lips, and, seeing this, the mafia boss knew he was right.

"...Besides," He continued, "...She probably would've moved out soon or later." He smiled.

"Just like Alice."

Julius glowered, "Don't use such examples when they contrast inordinately."

Blood stopped smiling at that, and paused to hold his chin thoughtfully.

"...True..." He looked back at the blue-haired man, before making his decision.

"Elliot."

The ginger looked at his partner expectantly, lifting a brow.

Blood looked at the mortician again.

He nodded.

Click.

Julius' eyes widened slightly, as he took in the barrel of a certain Hare's gun.

"...So this is how you handle repudiation?" He asked, glancing past the man's subordinate.

The Hatter just smiled.

"ARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA HHHHHGGGHHHH!"

(Ciaran 1st P.O.V.)

The sudden gush of cold air told me I was outside, and screaming like a maniac.

"Heeeyyyy, big sister! Where's she going?" I heard one of the twin gatekeepers ask the other.

I was half-butt naked, half-butt wearing new clothes, half-butt running my ass off and falling- and half-butt making my way back to the Clock Tower.

"IM GOING BACK NIGGUHS!" I bellowed, stopping for a split second, and turning right.

Right is always the right way to go...right? Well, that's what I told myself anyway.

"WHERE'S CHINA? WHERE'S MEXICO? WHERE THE HELL IS BLOOD SO I CAN BEAT HIM DOWN TO BUGS BUNNY?" Where the hell is my sanity?

I continued to sprint for a good 10 seconds, before forcing past a particular coup of bodies, and tackling into a familiar figure.

"Urgh..." That was so a head-butt, my loves.

"...Wait...whaa..." Shit, I'm delirious.

Groping around like a total oh-my-gosh-you-pervert, I felt two obvious features.

Long silky hair...dorky glasses...

"JULIUS!" I cheered, blindly tackling the man again, much to his dismay.

"How duh fawk you get here?" I asked in my best Chinese-man voice.

"...Ciaran?" Came his epic response of epicness.

"Yeeesssss?"

"..."

"..."

"Well nigguh if that's all your gonna say after I've been away for what? A YEAR? Then I might as well smack you now." I replied, almost feeling the hysteric expression he probably was making.

"Miss Ciaran." DAMN IT.

"Blood." I answered to the deep rapist voice behind me.

"Ciaran?"

"Ellliooottt~"

"..."

"..."

"Why're you three here?"

"Could ask you the same." Blood said.

I cackled, "I escappeddd~"

"I see..."

Loooosseerrr~ "Heh heh-"

"Go back."

"Nigguh please." I dragged to my feet, making sure a chunk of Julius' coat was intact with my hand.

"Me, I'm going back to the Clock Tower, taking a bath, putting clothes on, eating, and going to bed. You, your going back home, yelling at those maids, killing that random dude, and taking a wee nap. Alright?" I explained it like I was theorizing some sort of rocket science, but then I realized that our little group of fatties here- were giving each other an atmosphere no different then what a child would give to someone who mushed their face in spaghetti.

A sigh was heard after a moment of reflection.

"I suppose we can save this for some other time..." Thank you.

After saying that, the pair headed off until only the faint sound of their footsteps were heard, "Come over any time, sweetheart." I scoffed. Just had to add that didn't you? You jackass...

I exhaled, slouching over.

"Feel like carrying me?"

Julius grunted and started to walk off.

"Thought so." I answered, pursing my lips thoughtfully.

"Did you miss me?"

"..." No response.

I groaned, "Sorry..." I mumbled, halting.

I could almost feel his questioning stare- maybe even that slight eyebrow lift he does.

"For being gone so long, I mean." I explained, poking his chest unwittingly.

"Sooooo...can I has hug, mon ami?" I asked, in the most idiotic way possible, grinning, as I opened up my arms to the air.

There was that butt-awkward silence again; of course the answer was clear by then after a good two minutes. So eventually my arms flopped lifelessly back down to my sides and I started to walk again.

'He could've at least responded or something...' I thought, 'Freakin' buttfa-"

Thud.

My nose was then sandviched by the sudden cease.

"The hell Julius?" I disapproved, pretending to glare at the man through my crusty bandages. Which wasn't very effective, by the way.

A rough hand grabbed my good arm, "You shouldn't be so careless as to walk like that..." Julius scolded, dragging me along to catch up with his tread.

Amazed and slightly star-struck, I put on my best cheesy smile after recovering, and walked all the way back to the Clock Tower with the man-

My arms strangling his torso, ever so gleefully.

YUS. I DID IT. I HAVE FINALLY CONQURED THIS CHAPTER!

Annnddd it's still not my favorite but oh well... This originally was suppose to be updated on St. Patrick's Day, but I procrastinated like at 2:00 in the morning. So sorrryyy~

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and I'll try to update again ASAP. I'll also probably have to re-read all the chapters for this story to see how far it's at (since I sort of lost track on where we are O_O)

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Until next time, my beauties~~! :D