A nostalgia desire has lead me to re-read ‘Alice in the Country of Hearts’. Although it brings back forgotten memories of years ago (the teen romance era), I am also reminded about how macabre and possessive some of the characters can be. But that’s the point of the books, isn’t it? The bad boys that crave your affection and only want you to be theirs?
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So I’ve been working on this scenario since last week and truthfully, I should be writing something else right now (I have to have 2500 words complete in one of my stories over the weekend kill me now) but you know,who needs to be productive when you can write angst scenarios for your favorite anime characters plus one you don’t really give a shit about?
That said, this is a scenario for Alice in the Country of Hearts/Clover/whichever in which the S/O/reader/Alice dies. Because for some reason my first thought when I picked up Boris’s book the other day was “Huh, how would they react to an outsider’s death?” Yeah really need a life but I guess my lack of a life gives you guys this blog so
I’m only posting what I have (which is only 3 of the characters, maybe four), but if someone wants me to write for the rest, I’ll definitely do it.Or, you know, if they want it for another anime, that works too. I’m always up for angst.
Boris Airay: He should have known better.
___ had always said you hated violence, and Boris had always laughed at them because, well, Wonderland was one big death trap. When he came home injured, they always patched him up and scolded him for his carelessness, but he never heeded their warnings because he was a cat--he was curious by nature.
Maybe if he’d listened, this wouldn’t have happened.
He had snuck into the Castle of Hearts as ___ was leaving, and became distracted by your scent. He was going to join them, and had just begun to leave and catch up with them when a gunshot rang out, startling him. He felt the bullet whiz past his ear, just missing him. He summoned his gun and turned, his ears laying flat against his head when he caught sight of Peter White pointing a gun at him. ”You stupid cat, go drop dead. If you want, I’ll put a bullet through your head.”
Any thought of following ___ was gone when Peter said those words. That was a challenge, and his ego forbade him from turning down a challenge. ”Bring it, dumbass!”
And just like that, there was a barrage of gunshots. It never occurred to Boris that ___ heard or paid them any mind, but they did, and the next thing he knew, they were standing in front of him, arms outstretched like a human shield, and the next bullet (that he could have dodged) had penetrated their skin.
The smell of blood mingling with ___’s scent made him feel sick, and he and Peter had an understood mutual truce as he knelt beside their body. They didn’t move, didn’t breathe, and their eyes were void of life. Boris knew all of this, knew they were dead, but he brushed their hair away from their face. ”___,” he said, softly, so that no one could hear the desperation, the way his voice became strangled as he said their name for the last time. ”___, please, wake up.”
But they didn’t, and Boris couldn’t accept it. ”___, wake up! Now! You can’t do this to me! You can’t...” You can’t leave me.
But they could, and they had. And for the first time, Boris understood why they’d hated Wonderland’s view of death. Because unlike him, ___ had a heart, and now that theirs had stopped, it meant he’d never see them again.
Ace: Ace was unstable; ___ knew it, he knew it--hell, all of Wonderland knew it. But for some reason he couldn’t fathom, they let him take them on his misadventurous journeys through the woods. They allowed him to hold them close during night cycles when the two of them were “lost” together (he knew they knew the way; they just pretended to be lost to have more time with him), and they didn’t mind when he pressed his ear to their chest to listen to the gentle, rhythmic thud of their heartbeat as the two of them drifted off to sleep together.
___ had been around for so long, he had begun to take their existence for granted. He loved them, he truly did, and life without them was so unimaginable, he’d forgotten how things were before their arrival in Wonderland. So when they jumped in the way of the attack that was meant for Elliot, he was horrified--but it only showed for a split second before his expression went dark. He retracted his sword and watched their body slump to the ground without its support.
Elliot was yelling at him, something about how dare he hurt ___, how stupid and careless he was. Ace ignored his words and knelt down beside them, taking them into his arms and pressing his ear to their bloody chest, hoping to hear the same gentle thud he had so many times before.
As he expected,he heard nothing, and never would again.
He wanted to feel angry or sad--anything--but he just felt empty. He had killed ___. He had killed his one and only love. Their blood covered his uniform and he wiped away a splatter from his cheek with a gloved hand before standing, their body still in his arms.
“Where the hell are you taking ___,” Elliot demanded.
Ace didn’t answer, because he didn’t know. He had always been directionally challenged--physically and mentally--but with his lover dead in his arms, he realized he’d never felt more lost in his life.
Blood: Of course, Blood had expected something like this to happen the moment ___ became his lover. The leader of the Mafia has many enemies, and even though the people of the other territories loved them, other mafia gangs would never show mercy they caught ___. It was just the nature of the beast, and everyone in the Hatter’s Mansion was prepared to save you should such an event occur.
And, inevitably, it did. Blood wasn’t worried when he found the ransom note--they were trying to get to him, to make him step out of line (not that he ever would). They had no reason to kill ___. Not immediately, at least. He should have had time to save them.
Should have.
What went wrong? He heard the thought in the back of his mind as he saw their limp, mangled body lying on the ground.
Blood didn’t react really. He didn’t try to deny they were dead, didn’t take the time to mourn. They were dead--with the blood staining the floor and walls around their limp, motionless body, there was no denying it.
His normal cocky attitude was gone, his expression stone cold as he turned, walking away and reloading his gun. ”Y-you’re just going to leave her here,” Elliot asked.
Blood looked over his shoulder. ”They’re dead. It’s just going to be a burden to bring them along. Outsiders don’t turn into clocks when they die.” At Elliot’s concerned glance at ___’s body, he added, ”Besides, you want revenge, don’t you?” Elliot hesitated, but stood, following him.
As much as he wanted to, Blood would never forget the sight of ___’s body bloody and mutilated. The killers didn’t walk away so easily--he made sure of that himself--but it would never change the fact that they were gone forever.
He couldn’t help but blame himself to an extent. He hadn’t been the one to kill ___, but he was no less guilty, either. Had he taken the threat seriously, had he not been so cocky...
...well, he’d never know. They were gone. No use dwelling on it, he told himself every time he remembered their face, their laugh, the nights he spent with them in his arms. The past is past.
No matter how many times he mentally recited these words, he still dwelled on it.
