All The Best People Are

A Heart No Kuni No Alice Fanfic

This is an experimental chapter. Very likely that I'd delete it to make way for a more polished and longer chapter - depends on the reviews really.
This is just so I could get feedbacks on my writing and characters (admittedly to also satisfy my writing greed that says I'd have to publish something of my own)

It's my first story so be nice please and just to let you know English isn't my first language. ;)

CHAPTER 1: RARE TEA, RARE FOREIGNER

"Do you know that the best way to travel is by hat?"

Blood Dupre was floored. This resident was either driven so insane by the madness of Wonderland or was drugged beyond coherency that every word she spew was complete and utter bullshit. Blood was frustrated, not only for the apparent lack of communication on both ends but also the way this girl was looking at him, like there was some hidden joke that he had missed, and he had a troubling inkling that he was the very specimen of the said joke.

A light giggle bubbled from the soon to be dead stranger. She seemed far too amused for Blood's liking; usually confusing other lowly faceless or holders were his forte, a satisfying side hobby when things get too boring, being on the other side of the spectrum was least to say a very uncomfortable experience.

He frowned. This was officially the worst day of his entire life! Inside he screamed profanities. Out of all the days that this giddy woman could have shown up it was on this very special day! The day where his favorite tea shop served the rarest divination of tea, so rare that the tea leaves had to be acquired from the other side of the Looking Glass; the very reason why the shop only serves them once a month.

He had come with rushing steps, so very, very excited, like a child on Christmas morning until he had discovered that the very last tea was sold out. To this idiot of faceless woman not even fit to lick the scum off his boots!

His stiff fingers that were resting on his cane twitched with an urge to pull out a rifle and shoot the woman dead.

The woman, whose hand was holding his supposed cup of tea in the plastic takeaway cup – which Blood found exceedingly outrageous, it was an insult to the god of teas! – looked at him smugly while taking a sip of her tea all the while measuring his reaction.

"Why so stiff Blood?" At this Blood stiffen. No faceless had dared to address him so informally before. He was both scandalized and curious. Now that he had scrutinized the woman properly, he had noticed her peculiarities; not just her attitude but her attire. The woman whose long blonde hair with green tints mashing together at the tips of her hair had sported black fur coats, inside, her pink tank top was embellished with sparkling diamond crust near the bust line, her waist however, was left bare and she wore a pair of black denim shorts (which was odd, he had not known a person who had dressed so daringly in Wonderland, but even he had to admit, it looked good on her). What her shorts failed to cover, her knee high boots had atone, with one of the pair holding a side chain the jingled with every step. However, he was more curious of the black sunglasses that hid where her eyes were supposed to be. Who wears glasses indoors?

Blood knew that he was off his game, but still he managed his composed look to show this impertinent fool who stole his tea just how unperturbed he was. "You know me, but I don't believe we've met before. Isn't it only polite to introduce yourself first?"

From his angle, he could see the girl smirk underneath her –his- tea cup. "It would be." He waited for her to continue, but after a long pause, she spoke "But I don't want to."

Blood's smile cracked. "Pardon me?".

The girl laughed lightly, and that's when Blood lost it. He has had enough of this silly mocking game. Literally seconds away from pulling out his rifle, his cane midair, ready to shift at command when Elliot bursted through the doorway hazardly. "Wait Blood, that's-"

It was Elliot who broke the door of its hinges, but it was the cashier that made Blood cease. "Miss Foreigner!"

A pregnant silence filled the shop.

"Booooo Bobby", she turned towards the ginger haired cashier, a childish pout on her pinkish lips. "You have the worst timing."

The cashier sweatdropped. "Miss Foreigner-"

"Lyvia. Say it with me Bob. Ly-vi-a." Like teaching the preschoolers how to read, she pronounced each syllable with a playful summon.

"Uhh.."

Elliot interrupted. "Lyvia, what are you doing here?" Elliot was notably fidgeting, his ears nervously twitching at the slightest sound.

"Elly!" Recognizing her friend the foreigner broke out into a sprint to hug her much larger buddy. For the first time, Blood could see a sincere grin breaking out from the girl's lips. "I told you it's Elliot Lyvia." He returned her bone crushing hug.

Blood frowned. "I was uninformed that you have met the second foreigner Elliot." Elliot laughed nervously feeling Blood's deadly stare. "Ahh yeah.."

"What! Elliot you didn't tell him!" Blood couldn't tell if she was sincerely surprised or taunting him for his lack of knowledge on current news. Lyvia turned to him. She brushed the loose strand of fringes behind her ears revealing the silver bajoran earrings that glinted under the dim café lights.

"Why I'm surprised." The tips of her mouth raise an inch. Now Blood was certain that it was the latter. "I'm Elliot's best buddy." … What on Wonderland has gone down that he was left unaware of one of the biggest tryst in Wonderland history (anything involving the foreigners was a big gossip material in Wonderland), and right under his nose too.

"I was unaware." The look Blood sent him could of bore holes in Elliot's rabbit skull."

"To be honest Blood, so am I." Explain, Blood's murderous eyes says. "Ahhaha." Elliot rubbed the back of his head. "I only met her once during the last six time changes while me and the twins were out on a mission. You know that mission, Lyvia was kidnapped by one of the thieving bastards and I somehow you know… ended up rescuing her."

Lyvia sipped on her tea all the while listening to tentatively listening to Elliot, as if it's the first time she had heard his story. Elliot let out a light cough to ease the tension. "So Lyv, what brought you here?" The two man turned their attention on her.

She raised an elegant brow. "Tea"

Elliot looked at her incredulously. "You hate tea"

"You're right." The young woman giggled. Lyvia then proceeded to throw the plastic container which still held half a liquid across the que line where the cup ended up hitting the side of the trash can before smoothly falling in. Blood chocked on spit.

Lyvia dusted her hands before crossing them together. "I am looking for my lost pet."

What a notorious foreigner.