Shattered Reflections (Twisted Wonderland x Gojo Reader)

The Rose-Red Tyrant - The Duel

When (y/n) went to bed after helping Ace and Deuce to brainstorm strategies against Riddle, her room's mirror shimmered, its surface ripping as it pulled her into another dream.

"Another dream..." (y/n) muttered. The scene shifted, revealing a grand courtroom where the Queen of Hearts sat on her high podium, watching Alice with an air of contempt.

"And as for Your Majesty... "Your Majesty," indeed!" Alice sassed, her voice dripping with defiance. "Why, you're not a queen. You're just a fat, pompous, bad-tempered old ty...tyrant."

(y/n) winced at Alice's sharp words, her mature nature sensing the dangerous consequences to follow.

"Mmhmmhmm..." The Queen nodded her head, "What were you saying my dear?" She asked sweetly, but the malice was unmistakable.

At that moment, a purple and pink striped cat, Cheshire Cat, appeared on the Queen's crown, "Well, she simply said that you're a fat, pompous, bad-tempered old tyrant! Hahahahaha!" The Cheshire Cat laughed.

The Queen's face contorted in rage. "OOOOOOOOOOFF WITH HER HEAD!"

The card soldiers rushed toward Alice and a small man with a crown, King of Hearts, echoed his wife's command, "You heard what Her Majesty said! Off with her head!"

The dream dissolved, leaving (y/n) in the familiar darkness of sleep.

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Meanwhile, Riddle sighed as he retired to bed, his thoughts weighed down by the disastrous events of the day. "The unbirthday party was such a disaster." He muttered bitterly. The cahos caused by Ace, Deuce, the cat and... her. "..." His heart sank with guilt, but he pushed the thoughts away as sleep overtook him.

The familiar darkness of slumber shattered, and Riddle found himself in the corridor of the Gojo mansion again.

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Riddle looked around and found (y/n) at the age of twelve, moving slowly down the long corridor.

She walked with a sluggishness that seemed out of place for her. Her usually graceful, precise movements were gone, replaced with exhaustion. Her legs dragged with each step, the day's training having sapped all her energy. It was a subtle but telling departure from the perfection the elders demanded. Riddle's chest tightened as he observed her - he could almost feel her fatigue.

Suddenly, a harsh voice cut through the air "(y/n)!"

One of the elders stood in the shadows, his eyes sharp with disapproval. (y/n) froze, tension creeping into her frame as she slowly turned to face him. Despite the weariness in her body, her voice remained steady and calm, "Yes, sir?"

Without warning, the elder struck her hard across the face. The sound of the slap rang out like thunder in the quiet hall, Riddle's eyes widened, his heart lurching at the sight of her crumpling to the floor. He instinctively rushed forward to help but found his hand passing through her.

"How dare you walk so carelessly in this sacred mansion" the elder spat venomously, his voice cold and biting. "You disgrace yourself, and worse, you disgrace this family"

(y/n) remained silent, slowly pushing herself off the floor with a hand pressed to her reddening cheek. She knelt, her forehead touching the ground in a bow of submission, but her eyes betrayed her exhaustion.

"Where is your grace?" the elder continued harshly. "Where is the elegance you are meant to display? You walk like a servant, dragging your feet like a commoner. Have you forgotten the rule?"

"No, sir." she responded quietly.

"Then repeat it" His voice was like ice.

"A woman of the Gojo clan must carry herself with grace and dignity at all times" (y/n) recited, her tone unwavering.