Alois; What is Wonderland?

Chapter 1; Caught in The Web

" Tell me. Say it."

Alois' eyes were filled with desperation as Claude thrusted against him.

"I am under contract to speak only the truth and no lies, highness." Claude uttered calmly as the two intertwined.

"Just say it, dammit!"

"Despite-" Claude was cut off quickly.

"Yes!"

"I love you."

I knew it was a lie. I knew Claude was lying to me when he said it. For a moment I closed my eyes and imagined it was genuine. Imagined that I was happy, but I couldn't convince myself for long, just like the old man. To be mine, for me to be his, it's really more of a comedy scene than it is an idea. Through me giving my all to him, sweating for him, pleasuring him, I'm still just a meal to him. Dinner, and not even a dinner worth catching for that dinner would crawl on it's hands and knees and beg to be noticed, even so much as looked at, let alone eaten.

Alois awoke, eyelids fluttering open as his bare skin rubbed against the clean satin sheets. He tilted his head on his pillow, sleepily looking at the spot on the bed where Claude had been. His blue eyes focused and where Claude once was, only a spider remained now. It crawled about on the sheets, unaware of the onlooker. Alois's eyebrows slanted down in frustration. He pulled the covers off of him quickly and got up, looking out the window of his master bedroom. The morning sun caressed his bare body in a gentle fashion, something he wasn't used to; gentleness. A knock came at the door followed by it opening. "Highness, are you prepared to get dressed?" That voice. So nonchalant, like nothing at all had happened. So cool and collected. Alois grinned. "Well of course. What is my schedule for today?" "Your schedule is free." Alois sat down and prepared to be dressed. "Funny" Alois thought, "Just last night it was him undressing me, and now here we are." He couldn't help but giggle from the irony. Claude looked up over his spectacles at Alois, his eyes asking "What's so funny?" but his face saying "I don't care."

Alois was dressed and sat on the bed. The butler bowed and exited to make breakfast. "Hmpf." The young highness got up and walked down the elegant winding stairs, and went outside, admiring the morning dew. He stood and stared at the flower bushes with a blank expression. "So innocent." Alois thought. "Too harsh of a wind and they could fall, too big of a raindrop and they could drown, and yet here I am, all the power in the world to destroy them, and yet I don't because of their beauty." he snickered to himself. "Quite unfair if you ask me." he spoke harshly and with that he plucked a flower, observed it, and threw it on the ground, stomping and twisting it into the ground with his boot.

From an above window, the maid watched. Her heart ached but then became enraged. She dropped her basket of laundry. She swung her head around, as she did she saw Claude passing the doorway, waltzing down the hallway. "You!" Claude stopped and turned. "Hannah. What is it now?"

"How dare you Claude! Trapping him in your filthy spiderweb and devouring him like a fly."

"I do as my Highness orders."

"And he does as you please without knowing it."

At this point, the triplets, all servants at the Trancy Manor, heard the juicy arguing and stood behind Claude, listening in on the gossip side by side in a row. Claude pushed his glasses further up on the bridge of his nose.

Hannah spoke diligently.

"The poor boy has done enough of that. Let him be the kid he never got to be."

"There's no child left in him." Claude continued. "The purity is gone, why not defile and dirty the mud a bit more, there will be no change in the cleanliness and will remain just as dirty."

"So you're comparing the Highness to mud now?" Hannah asked angrily.

"Irritating mud." He continued.

The triplets gossiped amongst themselves. One whispered to the other "The kind of mud that stays on your shoe and won't come off." the other agreed and added "Yeah, the kind that stains." the third stayed silent and nodded in agreement. "You three, the courtyard needs to be tended to and the horses groomed." Claude barked in annoyance. The three nodded in unison and dispersed accordingly, leaving Claude and Hannah behind. Claude checked his pocket watch and quickly shoved it back into his breast pocket, as if he didn't have enough time to read it. He looked at Hannah, fixed his glasses, and walked away. "Bastard." she muttered. Claude grinned.

Alois sat on the ground in front of the flower he had crushed, feeling the damp petals between his fingers. "What makes you so beautiful now, hmm? Who gave you the right in the first place?" he sat with somewhat of a pout on his face. He heard the door open behind him but paid no attention to it. "Ah, Your Highness, do you not fancy these types of flowers?" a sweet voice beckoned. "Hannah, sod off would you?" Alois replied stubbornly. She looked sadly at the flower that was bent and crippled, and looked down at the Newspaper in her hand. The young highness enjoyed reading the London paper, no one ever really knew why. The front page was vividly printed. The words "Funtumhives toys bring happiness to children everywhere!" She looked at Alois and then back at the black and white print. Hannah slowly began talking. "I heard that Ciel's toy company has been growing." Alois sat up. It was a mystery to everyone why Alois became so different when that name was spoken. "Oh?" Alois said cheerfully. "Do you wish that was me?" "Of course not highness...I was thinking..Maybe you would like to stay with Earl Phantomhive for awhile and.."

"And what? Learn from him? Become more like him?" He grabbed the newspaper and struck her with it. "Ciel this and Ciel that! All you people want is Ciel!"

Hannah bowed and exited, but with that she got a genius plan that could maybe save Alois from being caught in a spiders web. "If he stays with Ciel" she thought, "He'll be away from Claude and might even become...happy. Being around someone like himself..Yes. That has to work. I have to convince Claude...How.." She ran up the stairs and knocked anxiously on Claudes door, not thinking of how to trick him into allowing his meal to be in another's hands. Claude answered calmly and looked at her with question. "You hunger for Ciel's soul, correct?" he nodded and stared intently. "Alois..he can become like Ciel. To make his soul more appetizing. Take on the characteristics of Ciel. Alois can become even more of a truly fine soul, and you can take Ciel's as well-" She was cut off. "How." Claude's voice was strong. "What?" Hannah replied quickly. Claude sighed. "How would Alois become more like Ciel?" Hannah latched onto the butler's curiosity.

"By staying with him for a period of time.."

"Alois staying with Ciel Phantomhive? With that other demon's hands all over my meal?"

"You two are grounded by contract Claude. Also, why would Sebastian want Alois when he has Ciel?"

Claude thought for a moment.

"Tomorrow."

"I'm sorry?" Hannah replied.

"Tomorrow. Bring him to Phantomhives tomorrow morning. Good evening."

Claude shut the door and Hannah stood there, persperating and smiling. Maybe Alois has a chance now. A single chance to be truly happy.

End Chapter 1