Chapter 1

Blood?-

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

The brunette sighed. She was bored, and for once, the relentless ticking of the clocks did not calm her.

Tick, tock, tick.

Another sigh escaped Alice's lips. She stood in the clockmaker's office, right in front of his desk while he worked silently on the none ticking ones. The ones that the bored Alice liked better at the moment.

Tick, tock.

Julius looked up from the clock in his hands to stare at the girl. Sure, he was used to having her in the room while he worked, but he wasn't used to her pacing in front of his desk. It was unusually annoying.

Tick.

"Alice," Julius spoke up, breaking the almost silence.

The girl looked at him, startled, like she hadn't realized he was there. "Oh, I'm sorry Julius. I must be irritating you," she apologized with a blush.

The clockmaker huffed, returning to his work.

Alice stood there for a second, debating what she should do. She could go to the castle to have tea, she loved tea. Then again, there were a certain rabbit and knight she didn't want to deal with.

The mansion had books, and she craved a good story, but there was no way she was going there, not with Blood stalking the halls. Just the mere thought made the brunette shiver and the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

One last sigh came from her before she turned towards the door. "I'm going to the Amusement Park," Alice called out.

Julius just 'mm-hmmed.'

Finally, with Alice gone, he could concentrate on his work. It wasn't that he didn't like her around, as a matter of fact he enjoyed it, but he definitely wasn't going to go around shouting it to the high hills. Oh no, the bluenette preferred to keep his emotions locked in. However, recently she had become more and more distracting.

Alice had gotten used to Wonderland. She knew it's ups and downs and all arounds. Nothing was in the least bit interesting to her anymore. Of course, she still loved to watch him fix the clocks, but his assumption of people only being able to take so much of it a day was right.

Julius looked at his remaining clocks as he put his newly finished one away. Two more. Just two. Next he looked at the parts he had left and a scowl found it's way onto his face. Not enough. There weren't even enough parts to finish one of the clocks.

With a grunt the clockmaker got out of his chair and stretched his back. Grabbing his jacket he swung it around and put his arms through it. Julius was reaching for the doorknob when the door burst open. Stepping back he looked to find a man around his age standing there. The clockmaker's eyes widened as he took in the person who had barged into his home but immediately put his mask back on.

The man was Julius's height, stood straight, and emitted an air that said he thought he was better than everybody else and should be treated that way. His hair was a glossy black and spiked down. Jaw set, nose straight, cheekbones high, and lips in a tight line. Dark blue eyes stared into Julius's. His clothes were what confused the poor bluenette more than his abrupt appearance.

A white collared shirt covered his chest and a black jacket covered part of it. The jacket it's self had golden clasps and was made of denim. The man's pants wear dark blue jeans which covered almost half of his black and white sneakers.

Julius knew this man, maybe not all too well, but knew he would never wear anything like that. "What are you doing here, Blood Dupre?" he snarled. The last visit the hatter paid didn't turn out very well.

Blood was confused and cocked his head to the right. Not a very Blood like thing to do. Then he opened his mouth and what came out was, "I'm sorry, but who is this Blood?"

I know, another story. I know, I should be updating my other ones, buuuuut... I was bored. I was, I swear I was, typing the next chapter for Middle School Drama, but this came to mind.

Now, there is no Gray, Pierce, or Joker in this story because I find it easier to type without them. *sigh* Oh well. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this story, and that I don't get bored writing it. XD

Also, can you tell I'm in a comma mood, because if you can't, go back and count how many commas are in this. I bet there's more than ten!