Where for art thou, Alice? [Challenge thread, @strongestbodyguard]
As soon as Shizuo left, Peter immediately hurried back to the apartment, his mind in disarray. The more he thought about Shizuo, the more the scientist’s spell eroded; he could now see Alice clearly in the spot that was previously Shizuo’s, and he realized that it had been Alice all along in his visions. She was the one he brought to Wonderland. She was the one he loved.
So why was Shizuo in there?
He immediately went to the kettle, determined to make himself some tea since he started to shake. One by one his true memories returned, both of his time with Alice in Wonderland and with Shizuo here at the Hive. He remembered their first meeting in vivid detail, and with it came many thoughts and feelings for the blond that made him uneasy. He also remembered that Alice was his priority, and to realize that he had put Shizuo where Alice was during this whole event made him sick to his stomach.
It wouldn’t be until much later in the evening that the rabbit calmed himself down, his thoughts now in their proper order. The one thing that remained unusual were those thoughts and feelings towards Shizuo, the ones Peter tried to deny and which only seemed to grow. At first he tried to suppress and shrug them off like the last time, reminding himself that Alice was his first and utmost priority. However, this always fell back to Shizuo and Peter’s relationship with him. He wasn’t sure what they were, or what these thoughts and feelings had to do with it. All he knew is that they were starting to become similar to the ones he had for Alice, and that scared him.
— “Peter?” The blond had arrived, closing the door behind his back. He called for Peter, hoping to hear something that would tell he was there, and he was fine, as well. He could hear nothing, and that made the man frown. The worry growing strong inside his chest. At the same time he wanted to go check on his roommate, he didn’t know how Peter would react seeing him right now.
Was he finally recovered from that kind of sorcery? Was he the same as when Shizuo had left the house to go to work? He didn’t know a thing, and that feeling of uneasiness was eating the bartender alive. He had to check, no matter if the other man would try to shot him immediately. And he probably would, if he was okay.
Shizuo hurried to the small kitchen, looking for his friend. The kettle was on the stove, so he probably had made some tea to calm himself, or just to enjoy the flavor. The blond learnt with the time that Peter was a tea lover. And Shizuo himself started to like, somehow, drinking tea.
The blond, finding no one in the kitchen, tried the bedroom. Finally, he found Peter sitting on the bed, with his cup of tea still in hands. Well, his face showed the expressions of someone that had to think really hard about something. A decision, maybe. The blond held himself at the door, staring at his roommate with a puzzled air. He had to say something.
— “How are you feeling, Peter?”
