Rated M
M is for MATURE, people.
If I can pretend to be, then you can too!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! *sob* However sometimes I wonder if Mashima-sama used to follow me and my friends around to help him dream up a few of his characters!

At least let a girl dream!

Welcome to my side project! I am just NUTS about all things Cheshire and Mad Hatter, so this story has just been bursting to get out. I am rating it M, but that is simply so make sure I have the freedom to take this story where ever I want. I really don't know if there will be lemons... but knowing me... probably. XD

Oh! And you can get a better look at that coverart on my Deviant:

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AAAAAND, for those who do not know me, I do a lil something extra at the bottom of each chapter if the reviewers reach my lucky number thirteen... since well, I freakin LUV hearing from my delightfully lickable readers.

So sit back and relax with this AU: The Wonderful World of FairyTail!

A Little White Bunny?

A sigh escaped the girl's lips as she rested a pale cheek into her hand as her eyes drifted out the window to watch the freedom of a beautiful butterfly using its time to conquer the wind. She was so tired of these home school lessons, but then again, she supposed everyone would be this close to graduation. But really, these remaining sessions were just for tradition's sake. Her diploma was already hanging in her father's study for crying out loud.

There was no reason on God's green earth that she shouldn't be able to enjoy her day out in the sun like that lovely butterfly.

"Miss Heartfillia!"

Blonde hair swung over her shoulder as her head snapped back to her private instructor. "Oh, I'm so sorry Mistress Ooba, I was just—"

"You were staring out the window again, feeling sorry for yourself! I know exactly what you were doing. I have half a mind to take you for a spin!"

"Oh, no no, uh, Mistress Ooba!" She sweatdropped nervously, "I will try to focus!"

Her teacher sighed and placed her hands behind her back, "Lucy. I understand that you do not want to be here, but as the only daughter and remaining summoner of the Heartfillia family, there are still many things you must learn! Now pay attention."

Lucy withheld another sigh as the instructor continued.

At least... until something else caught her eye from out the window.

The first time, she thought it was her imagination—it had to have been something else that had scampered through the yard. The mistress was always saying she had quite the intense imagination. Even during her lessons, she would doodle strange and distorted pictures of flowers and mushrooms. Hell, one of her most prized pictures was this sketch an obscure tea set she'd designed herself. It would never actually function as a tea set should, but she prized the picture nonetheless. One day she'd paint it onto a canvas and hang it on the same wall that held the painting of her dear late mother.

Lucy started to draw what she'd thought she'd seen, starting with the huge smile (A smiling cat? It had to have been her imagination!) as Mistress Ooba prattled on what was proper conduct for a lady. She always felt it necessary to wrap up their daily studies with a refreshing on etiquette. Then it happened again. A flash of blue much faster than before, to stop right in the middle of the yard, giggling as the butterfly... played with him? How could a butterfly tickle a cat? And for that matter, why did a cat look like it had white bunny ears? The blonde's eyes widened as it got up to pounce the butterfly, and their game began to edge on the border of the gate. Wait!

Unaware of her actions, Lucy stood up so abruptly that her chair crashed backwards, startling her teacher from the blackboard.

"Oh, Miss Heartfillia! You scared the daylight out of me! What on earth are you—"

"There! Mistress Ooba! It's—" Lucy frowned and nibbled her lips. The odd cat had slipped under the gate. She turned back to the instructor, eyeing her with much disapproval. "I um... I've got to go!"

She didn't wait for Mistress Ooba to counter her, she fled her father's mansion's classroom fast enough to only hear her call out, "Miss Heartfillia! Class still has twenty minutes!"

Lucy lifted up the large blue skirt and petticoats underneath as she ran, knowing that her father would skin her alive if she sweated in the new corset he'd given her for graduation. The blue plaid thing was horribly uncomfortable, though, and she was trying to wear it in before the big day.

...So she could sweat in it if she wanted.

She raced through the halls and wound down the spiraling stairs to burst through the front doors. She huffed as she scanned the yard, but the odd cat was no where to be seen. By now it could be anywhere! Feeling determined to confirm that she was not hallucinating, Lucy narrowed her eyes and left through the main gate and rounded it closer to where she'd seen the bunny/cat go. Her fists were clenched tightly into her skirts in the very way her teacher would chastise her for—wouldn't want wrinkles—as she scanned the green field for the creature. Her head swung to the right when she heard giggling. It sounded like a small child, but there should not be any children around here.

Lucy ran in the direction of the laughter and frowned when a thicket barred her way. That thing wasn't about to stop her! She scooped up her skirts and crawled through a part that was partially raised by a large tree root. Her head popped out the other side with the giggling going full force, but it stopped just as soon as the cat saw her. Yep. That was definitely a cat—only wearing bunny ears... for some crazy reason. The cat yelped when it saw her and scurried away.

"Wait!" Lucy called out, making the poor choice of reaching out an entreating hand that caused her to fall in her haste to get up and go after it. Recuperating quickly, Lucy pulled herself to her feet and sprinted after it. "Please wait!"

The cat was rounding corners and ducking under branches that Lucy was forced to jump over like hurdles. If the chase hadn't had her in constant fear of loosing the animal, she very well might have taken a moment to give her agility a pat on the back. Perhaps all those dancing classes were finally paying off?

She was very surprised when the cat turned back at her, gasped in horror, and dived into a rabbit hole. Lucy stopped and tilted her head, confused, and slowly walked towards the hole. "Silly kitty! You're not really a rabbit!" A giggle escaped her as she knelt down to peer into the hole. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I think some mean soul placed ears from an old costume on you... could I perhaps help take them off?"

A brow raised when she heard her own voice bounce back at her. Exactly how deep was this hole? Curiosity striking again, Lucy leaned forward—only to squeal when something bumped her bottom and she went careening into a hole FAR larger than she'd anticipated.

Lucy's fall took forever. Surely she was reaching the core of the earth! Her mother had always said her curiosity would be the end of her. Even in heaven, her mother was up there telling her, "I told you so."

Life just wasn't fair.

Then, as if chasing a cat, wannabe bunny, into a hole in the ground wasn't bad enough, as she fell... she began to slow—which went against every law of physics that she'd ever learned. Although, she had to admit, being a scientific anomaly was certainly better than becoming a splotch in the middle of the earth.

As her descent slowed, her slippers lightly landed onto a tiled floor. Tiles? Yes, tiles. Perhaps it was possible that she died before the fall was over? No way on earth would there be tiles flooring what appeared to be a cavern deep within the earth. She was puzzling over the idea when once again she caught a fleeting glance of the cat that had dragged her into this mess.

"Oh no! I'm late!" And the cat raced into a door just the right size for him—but far too small for her.

Well... maybe not. Lucy went to the door and inspected it. If she could fit her shoulders in, then perhaps...

"You'll never get in there like that!" Came a giggling voice behind her.

Lucy squealed and turned around only to gape at the owner of the voice. It was the blue butterfly! Wait no...

That's impossible. The wings looked similar, but this was clearly a girl, a butterfly sized... girl.

Yea... the fall killed me. I'm dead. At least I won't have to sit through another one of Mistress Ooba's classes. See? Bright side to everything!

The girl had long blue ponytails that matched the blue shade of her wings perfectly, and looked very youthful, twelve at best. Lucy tilted her head, failing to register what was right in front of her, and the fairy mirrored this action.

"You're a..."

"I'm the one who pushed you down into the rabbit hole!"

"WHAT?!"

"Hehe, Yeah... you should have seen your face!"

Lucy deadpanned at the small girl, "You know a fall like that could have killed me... right?"

The butterfly, fairy, whatever, widened her eyes and flitted about the blonde. "Oh my gosh! You could have died? Seriously?! No one has before, I guess there could definitely be a chance that one could!"

Lucy yelped when the tiny creature got lost under her many skirts. "Hey! Just what do ya think you're doing down there!?"

The blunette flitted out from the other side of her skirts and sighed in relief, "Thank goodness you're okay. Whew! Anyways, if ya wanna follow the white rabbit, you're probably gonna have to take a sip of that bottle over there."

"The... White, Rabbit...?" Did this kid really just call that blue cat a white rabbit?

The fairy giggled again, "Yup. You sure are weird, not knowing a white rabbit when you see one."

"HEY!" Lucy frowned, "I'm not the crazy one here!"

"What's your name lady?"

Lucy suddenly recalled all her lessons in etiquette and yelped again, "Eep! Oops! I'm so sorry! I'm, Lucy, Lucy Heartfillia."

"Hmm..." The girl thought it over, as if someone should really think about whether someone else's name should meet their approval. "Has an alright ring to it, but you should really just introduce yourself as Lucy, unless you want to be affiliated with the red queen."

"Huh?"

"Anyway, you should drink that." The girl once again motioned to the tiny bottle.

Lucy shook her head. So the tiny fairy wasn't going to introduce herself? How horribly rude! Silently telling herself that she shouldn't judge, she frowned at the tiny bottle. "Are you kidding? Like I'm gonna drink something that a little bug tells me to drink after confessing that she's the one who pushed me into this hole!"

"Awwww! I'm not a bug!" The girl groaned, unsuccessfully trying to hold back tears. "I'm Wendy, the daughter of the wise Blue Caterpillar, and I just wanted someone to play with!"

Now she's crying?! "Uh... S-sorry, uh, Wendy. We could always play... uh, later. But right now I gotta catch up with that blue cat."

"Blue cat...?"

Oh yea, she doesn't know her animals. "The uh... white rabbit." Or colors...

The Wendy-bug smiled, "Oh yea! So drink up!"

"Uhhhh..." There was no chance she was going to drink whatever was in that thing, sitting on a tiny table, next to the small knee-high door. Though her curiosity was hitting her full force again, so she walked over and picked up the bottle lightly, careful not to break the tiny thing. It was about the size of her index finger and she gawked at the label.

DRINK ME

"Seriously...?"

The Wendy-bug drifted by her head, "See? Totally legit!"

Sure kid...

An innocent smile took over Lucy's expression as she dropped the bottle, "Whoopsie!"

"EEEK!" The Wendy-bug screamed as the bottle fell onto the tiled floor and shattered against the red and white. She flitted all around the shards, hopelessly trying to piece them back together. Then the blunette looked up to see the girl shoving herself through the small doorway. "Hey! No no! You're supposed to DRINK, then pass through!"

Uh oh... So Lucy managed to get her shoulders through, but her hips were stuck! Lucy groaned and called back to the fairy, "Well you're the expert on pushing! So shut up and push me through!" Oh my but this place was a bad place for this young woman to continue her studies as a lady.

"Oh... Oh-okay." With that, two miniature hands were placed on the summoner's rear and pushed.

The wood grated against her hips and Lucy cried out in discomfort, "Erk, Hey, ACK! I changed my mind, I don't wanna go after that stupid cat! Waaah!"

The fairy managed to push her through and send her rolling all the way into another, larger closed door.

Lucy's legs were bent over her head and it'd be a lie if it were said that her eyes remained dry. "...Ouch."

Again, the Wendy-bug drifted to her, this time with a soft smile on her face. "Toldja ya should have drunk it. I'm a dragon, we know these sorts of things."

Lucy righted herself very quickly at that rubbish and yelled at the fairy, "You are not! You said it yourself! You're the daughter of a caterpillar!"

"Geez... and they say your kind tells people they can be whatever they wanna be when they grow up..."

Lucy groaned and began dusting off her corset and skirt.

"Now," the fairy grinned, "have you learned your lesson? Cuz now you're supposed to eat the cake!"

The blonde frowned at the cavern, identical to the other, except this time it had a normal sized table with a piece of delicious looking cake on it. It too had a tag on it, this one reading:

EAT ME

"Hmmmm..." Maybe there was some sort of Mason theme to this place. Lucy smiled and waved to the Wendy-bug, placing her hand on the normal sized doorknob. "Nyah, I'm good. See ya!"

"Hey! But we were going to play!"

Lucy was feeling pretty slick, not letting the freaky little butterfly drug her as she passed through the door.

...Then found herself gawking for another reason.

This place was beautiful! The flowers were green and the grass was purple, and the tiled floor continued much like a sidewalk through it all. "Wooooooow..."

Yup. That fall had killed her, and this was her subconscious making some sort of reason for her demise.
Guess I used most of my imagination up already, because this crap is just nuts!

No where to go but forward right? Going back would just return her to the 'dragon' and her roofies, so... forward it is!

As she walked, Lucy couldn't help but notice that either the plants were getting bigger, or she was getting smaller. Maybe staying on the path wasn't such a good idea? Natural stubbornness bore her feet to continue on, but perhaps she could have thought things through a bit more... because now the purple grass was so big that it towered over her like trees. Lucy groaned, and sat down on the path under one of the flower pedals high above her. All that running, and now just a lonely walk?

"This sucks."

A voice suddenly spoke right into her ear, "The only thing that sucks around here is a poorly mixed tea." Lucy jumped up and twirled around (there might even have been a tiny scream) but... nothing was there. Granted, the summoner was sure she was tightly wound, but she knew there had been someone speaking, and very close to her no doubt.

So, feeling like a complete rube, she asked the open air, "Who's there!?"

Then, behind her, came a chuckle. Lucy twirled around again but saw nothing. "Alright, this is not cool, show yourself!"

That was when she saw something resembling a sideways crescent moon atop what appeared to be a drooping green daisy. She squinted her eyes at it, for only a daft soul would believe it to actually be the moon. It had been daylight before all this... foliage blocked out the sun. Then she screamed for real, for around the floating shape, a face appeared, followed by the body of a sultry brunette lazing on the pedals. The oddest part was, was that until she was completely visible, her form was pink with purple stripes. Those faded last to reveal her smiling down at the blonde like she knew one too many secrets.

Lucy squinted her eyes, "Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

Repressing a growl, Lucy replied, "I asked you first."

"Aye, heh, and I asked you last."

The woman laughed and rolled onto her back, hanging her head down off the petal with that same, suddenly infuriating smile. "I do believe you have become lost! Isn't being lost wonderful?"

"Lost?" Lucy frowned, "I'm not lost, I've been following the..." When she turned her head to the ground, the red and white tiles were fading, right before her eyes. "No! No no no no!" Lucy began running after the many disappearing tiles, only to fall to her knees when nothing but dirt and shrubbery remained. "Oh no..."

Then there was something fuzzy rubbing against her cheek, wiping her tears away before they fell. "Do not be sad, little human child." The aforementioned fuzzy object had been the pink and purple tail of what was apparently a cat woman. She curled around Lucy much like the affectionate house cat and spoke into the ear opposite the one her tail was against. "One often finds what they do not realize they are looking for when they are lost."

Lucy harrumphed, moving to shake the woman off, but the creature simply drifted with her. "I know exactly what I was looking for, thank you very much. I was looking for a blue cat that seems to like to pretend that he's a bunny."

The brunette behind her snickered, "Oh, come now, you must be crazy if you think there is such a thing as a blue cat!"

This coming from what seemed to be a pink and purple neko-girl? Lucy groaned, where was she supposed to go now?! She couldn't even tell which way was north.

Then a long, pale arm reached over her shoulder, pointing to a direction where a path of only red tiles were manifesting. "I do believe that is the path for you, little human girl. Take care not to bother the flowers." The woman began to pull away from her, but then stopped, and chuckled, "Oh! And try to keep that pretty little head of yours... intact."

Keep my... head?
The woman was disappearing, making it appear as though her smile was glowing. "Wait! Who are you, please!"

"Ha, ha, oh you'll see more of me." Her voice began to echo all around her as the woman completed her invisibility, "I am Cana, the Cheshire Cat. We'll meet for tea soon!"

Lucy groaned, "Ugh!"
What now?
...

With nothing else to do, she started stomping down the red tiled path—before this thing goes and disappears on her too. This is crazy! First it was just a cat wearing bunny ears, sure, that's believable... but then the fall that defied gravity, leading to some butterfly person that called herself a dragon? And then a PINK cat saying there was no BLUE cat?!

Her walk eventually led her to what looked like a carefully cultivated garden. A garden that actually had normal butterflies (she hoped) fluttering about them. Not to mention that the colors had righted themselves at some point. The garden was filled with the most beautiful white roses, carefully guarded with a well trimmed hedge. That Cana Cat had mentioned not to bother the flowers, but, smelling them wasn't bothering them right?

Lucy bent over the hedge to take a refreshing inhalation of roses.

That was when her eyes bugged out and pulled away, grasping her nose from the itch that came from sniffing paint. "Ugggg! Why to they smell like... What's the deal with this place!?"

Again, she started when off in the distance she heard a booming voice crying out, "What is this!? Fan out! Search every inch! Find the culprit and bring me his head!"

"Oh man... That can't be good!" Lucy began taking a few hesitant steps back, becoming concerned with leaving the path. She could hear many, many footsteps trampling all about the place, but could see nothing—yet.

What do I do!?

Suddenly, a man in a rather unique top hat with pink spikes poking out from under it burst out of the rose bushes next to her, laughing like a mad man. With one hand holding his hat in place, the other snagged her wrist and pulled her with him, away from the path.

"AHHHHH! Release me at once!"

"Hahaha! It ain't my style to leave someone behind to take the fall. Besides, I needed a plus one! HAHAHAHA! Better keep moving!"

Was she being kidnapped, or saved? It was far too hard to tell, trying to keep her footing at the pace this mad man was setting.

Lemme know what you think!

Seriphia
aka
Lick

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