Ok people. I was looking at the forums one night at three in the morning, and was made aware of the lack of faceless love! Poor little guys, I just couldn't help but start thinking of stuff. So I paged through my old Alice's adventures in wonderland book, and found a page where the White rabbit mistakes Alice for his Maid, Marianne. The two ideas combined into my first HnKnA fic! The ideas on faceless are just my own imagination, and the extent of my knowledge is the manga and as much internet research as I could do, so a lot of things are probably wrong. Also Peter is in super-cold-evil mode, which I have not even a vague idea how to write, so might be horribly OOC. Oh hell I'm a bad character writer, so probably OOC anyways. Please don't hurt me. At first my OC seems rather Mary Jane-ish, but wait until she has to work for Peter! Or maybe she won't change. You know what I have no idea! And crap this is super long. Ahem, so ill be going now…

Disclaimer: No, I don't own HnKnA, but if I did id put Peter in a little hutch and give him pats, so that's probably a good thing.

Chapter One

Why me? Why did it have to be me? These were my thoughts as I gazed at the finger, covered prettily by a silk glove, as it pointed straight at me, like a bullet through my clock. I was sure that at least it had stopped ticking. All the other maids around me had moved away, leaving a space in the centre, with me standing alone in the middle. I lifted my eyes from the finger to the Queens pretty face. Maybe it was all some big joke. But her eyes were serious, this was really happening. My fate, no, my doom, was sealed, just as if someone had painted a big shiny red target on my back. I simply closed my eyes and waited for the bullet.

The morning had begun just as it had for the last five years, with the patterns of cracks on my ceiling. I stared blearily up at them for five minutes before hauling myself out of bed. I hadn't had a good night sleep, again, tossing for hours, even after returning late from the palace. I worked there as a maid, with little pay but just enough for two to get by on.

This cottages other inhabitant was my seven year old brother, Oliver. We lived alone, but it was a happy life, even with me gone most of the time. After all, all we had was each other. Pulling on my maid outfit, I dragged my feet over to the mirror and attempted to tidy my unruly hair. Looking into the dirty glass, I considered the reflection peering back at me.

Long chocolate brown waves fell to my waist, very impractical for a maid, yet I refused to cut it. Pale skin, and a small build, I still managed to not look sickly. It's your eyes Marianne, they're bursting with life, just like Mamas. The words had been repeated to me many times by father, especially when I was down about my appearance. Oliver looked just like our mother, with coppery blond hair and eyes so big and blue that if you looked too long they would swallow you up like the ocean.

But remember Marie, you must never show your eyes to anyone but those you trust with all your heart, because it is in your eyes that the soul lives, and if you don't protect them it shall be gobbled up!

At the time I hadn't realised the seriousness of my mother's words, being more concerned about something living in my eyes, but as I grew older, saw more of the world, I knew that my eyes, and in turn my soul had to be locked away tight, so no one could steal them. The eyes in question were large and a brilliant emerald colour, although at the moment looking a little worse for wear with deep black bags underneath. Glancing down at my watch I gave a start and bolted out the door, past the only other door in the hallway, before stopping at the top of the stairs.

I still have time...just.

I trotted quickly back to the door, and quietly slipped in. Oliver was still asleep, breathing quietly, and I planted a quick kiss on his forehead. "Onee-chan" he mumbled sleepily, cracking open one eye. I patted his hair " I'll be back tonight, dinner at seven as always". I was lucky; I didn't have the night shift tonight. I then ran all the way to the Heart castle, skidding in the kitchen door with seconds to spare.

"Cutting it fine Marie, again".

"Have I ever been late yet Hatti"? I turned with a smile to the woman behind me. Hatti was my closest friend in the castle, as she had been from my first day. The older staff had warned us not to make friends, and over the years we had grown to see why. Friends disappeared easily and often. But we had both survived this far, mainly by knowing which corridors to tread at what time. Hatti mostly just joked about it saying that "if I go first, make sure that Helga doesn't get her hands on my hat"! That was, until Helga had been found full of holes, barely recognisable as Helga.

"You're on breakfast duty today, if they have another fight try to sneak me back some tarts"! She said with a wink, going off to attend the laundry. I gulped as I headed towards the dining hall; with the castle roll-holders barely awake, things could get dangerous quick.

Upon arrival I quickly set the table with the six other staff members, then stood to the side and waited for the King, Queen, Prime Minister and Knight to arrive. We heard the sounds of the fight before the doors even opened, and looked nervously at each other.

"This is the final straw White; we are sick and tired of your disrespectful ways".

"Really your majesty" replied Peter White calmly "you did not specify when exactly you needed to see me".

"That was because you killed the card before he could get out the rest of the message. Thanks to you we have lost valuable territory to the Hatters". The queen really seemed riled up this time, and she and White stood facing each other across the table, with the King standing nervously to one side, and Ace lounging against the door.

"You're like a child, always late, always killing the staff, getting replacements is becoming harder and harder". While she ranted at him the rabbit just stood calmly, of all things with a slightly bored look on his face. "That's it, if you insist on acting like one, you'll be treated like a child, from today onwards you are getting a baby sitter". She spun around to face us maids, who gasped and shrank back towards the wall. We all had a one in six chance of being picked, odds I didn't like.

"We think we'll pick...you, in the middle". And that is how I ended up here, about to face death. That wasn't what worried me, really. We were trained from birth knowing that we would likely face an early grave. But Oliver, he was again going to have to go through this, just like when Mama and Papa had been killed. But, I reassured myself, he would be alright; Hatti had sworn to me that she would look after him, if I ever disappeared.

When the death shot didn't immediately come, I slightly opened one eye. And nearly had a heart attack, as barely a centimetre away from my forehead was a shiny gold gun, held in the gloved hand of Peter White. His gaze was fixed not on me, but the Queen, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "It can't be that easy, you know I'll just kill her".

"We have anticipated this, and if you lay one scratch on her we will have the Knight confine you, what with your role now being all but pointless". The rabbit eared man flinched slightly at this, but continued glaring at Vivaldi. When it became clear that she would neither change her mind nor say anything else, he turned the glare towards me. I gave a small squeak as his hand tightened on the trigger, contemplating which was worse, me or confinement. Finally, with a sound of annoyance in his throat he dropped the gun back to his side, before spinning on his heel and heading towards the door, putting a bullet in one of the other maids on the way out. I just stood, still frozen in disbelief.

Why me in particular, the role holders couldn't tell our faces apart, was it just because I was standing in the middle? What a cruel coincidence. "You, maid". I was snapped from my reverie by the voice of Martha, the queens head attendant. I turned to gaze blankly at her. "Out back now for a mission de-brief". The woman spoke like a war general, acted like one too. When I didn't instantly move she grabbed hold of my wrist and dragged me out through the servants doors.

"Now you're the one who got stuck with this job, that's life, so deal with it". "You'll be exempt from any of your usual serving duties and have your pay doubled, so don't think of complaining. You'll also be moved here to the castle, with a room near your charge. Speaking of 'im, you'll be required to attend to, follow and make sure he arrives to appointments of time, nothing more. Although a lowering of the death toll might get you a nice extra bonus. Here's his schedule for the week, find me on Monday for the next one. And try not to be killed".

I just continued to shift my gaze blankly between her face and the paper in my hands. "Are ya daft girl, be off with you" with a small stiff nod and a hasty curtsy I stumbled off down the hall. Where to, I wasn't really sure.

Sorry, the first two chaps don't have much happening, just intro. But it sets the scene of where the story is and what's happening. Thanks for reading.