Author note: I don't own Yakitate! Japan or Count Cain: Godchild. Nor do I own the song that inspired this, 'Snow White Queen.'

This fic is basically kind of takes place prior to 'Be My Doll,' and is a bit more in Cassandra's point of view, compared to 'Be My Doll,' in which it was in Meister's point of view.

Warning: Crossdressing, a little AU, CassandraxMeister, possible mind warping?

Constructive Criticism would be great, and I hope you readers read, review and enjoy! Thanks!

Snow White Queen

Cassandra didn't care that Meister (no, that's not his real name, it's Sylvan) was trying to run away from him.

Don't get him wrong, after the incident with the Scavenger's Daughter, Sylvan was almost always obedient to Lord Cassandra Gladstone, Head Priest of Delilah. But sometimes, the younger man would try to escape, anyway.

There was no way the younger man was going to escape. Sylvan had no idea how to run properly in a dress, though speedy as he was. The high heels would have slowed him down, too, if he hadn't kicked them off earlier.

Sylvan was his; nothing but something for Cassandra to play with until it broke. The Head Priest of Delilah noted to himself to be gentle with Sylvan; he was much like Jizabel when his past was revealed (screaming for it all to stop, praying that Cassandra would stop speaking about it, becoming more mentally fragile by the second).

He didn't want the younger man to break completely only a day after the Head Priest had posession of him, though; that would be no fun.

Cassandra slammed his hand against the wall, blocking the younger man from trying to go in a different direction and evade the older man's clutches. The older man just chuckled slightly as the younger man's eyes widened considerably and he bit his lower lip to prevent himself from screaming, trying to back up more but he couldn't go past the wall behind him.

Sylvan looked so beautiful when terrified. Especially when he was in this attire. The snow-white dress, with frills at the hem of the skirt and light blue ribbons making criss-cross patterns at the back of the dress and the front part bodice really did suit him. His mask was removed earlier; the light blue eyes begging for mercy as the pale lips trembled, unsure of what to say.

Cassandra leaned forward and captured the younger man's lips in a kiss.

It wasn't a mere kiss to simply connect the dots. No, this was something Cassandra had been hungering for, something a bit more passionate than the usual kisses. He smiled against the kiss briefly as he read the younger man's mind. Sylvan was scared, allured, and confused. All at the same time. Wonderful, Cassandra thought to himself, truly wonderful.

When Cassandra finally pulled back, Sylvan gasped for breath, taking a few deep breaths to try to calm down. Cassandra could clearly see that the younger man was about to start tearing up.

Gladstone took a handkerchief, and dabbed it at Kirisaki's eyes briefly before putting it away. He then lifted the younger man in his arms, a gentle yet posessive embrace.

"Shh, there now, there now..." Cassandra trailed off, smirking internally as Sylvan quivered in his arms. "Let's just get this over with. There's nowhere to run, so you cannot get away from me that easily. Don't...cry anymore. Don't scream anymore. I never wanted to do anything to your sister, anyway. All I want is you, my snow white queen."

In Sylvan's mind, he was screaming and crying as Cassandra smiled and pressed his lips to his once again.