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The king smiled softly and looked around.
"To tell you the truth...I like him I really do, I love to hear him speak and to do what he tells me and well..."
He blushed softly, his one hand moved to slide over the other as he stopped, his tender fingers rested on his royal wedding ring and his cheeks burned a little darker.
"I really like him Jujuki...I don't thinks he knows and I've been quiet and I let him do what he wants...but...I'm afraid to tell him.
I think that he may take my head off instead of my body."
He said with a soft sigh and gave the boy an embarrassed smile.
"I always fall for the ones that can hurt me the must...I'm such a loser."

The Dormouse
Jujuki Thristen

"If I go to sleep the darkness will eat me..."

Jujuki laughed, "When Hatter is reading his books, I get bored. The Queen remains in his kitchen after you've gone to bed. I sneak in for a bite to eat, and to get more tea for the next day. But yes....Dinner sounds lovely...haven't eaten an acutal meal in a long time...I usually just take Jam from the kitchen..." The boy grinned, stretching, and flinching as a raindrop fell on his nose, "Ah. It's starting, hurry." Before either of them knew it, it was raining so hard, you could barely see the castle.

The king wraped his arm around the boy, seltering him as much as he can as the walked towared the castel.
It wasn't long before the king's clothing turned havy and made it een harder to walk.
He gronted , the rain driping from his wet browen hair into his eyes.

Kichiro sat quietly at in the dinner hall of the castle. The table was set elegantly, but there was no food. He felt so small, only one chair on the long table. He was alone, yet he was not.

Kichiro’s eyes shifted from seat to seat, he saw the air shimmer. He could hear voices in his head. The words were incomprehensible, but they were there. Kichiro put out his cigarette and crossed his arms on his lap. When he looked up, they were there. The people. They were always there, when the world was quiet, and when he was alone. Not in the garden, or when he went for a walk, but when his mind took a moment to rest. They appeared. They looked real enough to touch. Sitting across from him. Next to him. Sometimes they were the same, sometimes they were different.

“Good afternoon,” he said politely. One man, sitting across from him replied, “Good afternoon Kichiro.” He wore a green suit, and a matching top-hat. There was brown ribbon all around, and a brown tie. Kichiro waited, and a woman sitting next to him waved her arm. Food appeared on all the plates. Kichiro knew that the food wasn’t really there. It was all in his mind, but his mind relayed the smell, the look. He knew that if he tried to eat it, he would get taste, but he wasn’t so weak. He turned his head to look at the woman. She was dressed in a dark pink suit, and had a hat, with many feathers. Her face was old, and stern, whereas the man in the green top hat looked young and strong. There were numerous others, but none as worth of mentioning.

The unreal guests began to eat. “So Kichiro,” The man in the green started, “Made any friends yet?” The tone was flat, but Kichiro knew he was mocking him. “No,” he said blankly.

The pink woman stabbed into a piece of meat, “You’re slipping again.” He clenched his teeth, “Of course I am.”

Another man chimed in, “Remember what we told you?” Kichiro remembered, “Yes, but oddly enough, I feel like one of you is going to remind me.”

A man in bright yellow spoke up as a judge would, “You may live forever here, but your mind is still vulnerable. You wouldn’t want a repeat, would you?”

Kichiro didn’t reply. “Y’know,” he said, “I’m very special.” He looked at each and every one of his guests. They continued to eat their food. “People get voices in their head. Obviously,” He chuckled, gesturing towards them, “I do too. But you see, voices in a persons head, can only be as complex as the person themselves. Because they’re in your head, so they only have your mind.” Pausing for a moment, Kichiro took a breath, and a sip of inexistent tea. “I, not only have multiple voices, my voices change, have different personalities, views, and are all very intelligent.” He turned to the woman, “And none of them are the same.”

“That means I must have an incredible mind.” Kichiro bored his eyes into his guests, slowly, as his will took action, they began to disappear. Like smoke fading into the air. The only two fading people left, were the pink woman and the green man. “I won’t be so easily beaten.” The woman faded, but the man, for the first time in their conversation, looked him in the eyes. He finished, “Sometimes, the strongest minds, are the most readily torn apart, by themselves.” He faded. Kichiro gave a satisfied smirk.

A nonexistent waitress stepped over and whispered in his ear. He smiled, “Why yes, I would like another un-cup of un-tea.”

Kichiro heard the little boy. He blinked, and his un-world disappeared. He Turned. “I don’t think anyone here is ‘ok.’ I just have it a little worse. He looked off into space, and then looked back at the boy, almost as if he were surprised he was real. He was surprised, and somewhat happy that someone had noticed him who was real, but he brushed that feeling away. He would have to remain indifferent. Otherwise he might get hurt.

“Who are you?” He said clearly. The tone was neither cruel, nor kind. It was simply blank.

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Michael let the boy lead him under the tree; he was wet from head to toe.
Shivering, his teeth shaking.
He tried to call after the boy, he failed.
Looking at his soaked cape on the ground.
"The queen will be mad."
He mumbled to himself, he set there, rubbing his arms to get worm, he was tiered and wet, and he tried to keep his eyes open, the drops from his hair dripped into them.
He hoped the boy will be alright, and that he will find his way back where he left him.
He had no idea where he was, he wasn't use to leave the castle unless the queen told him.