Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara or Cinderella.
Note: Ikuto's POV
A/N: I've always wondered what would happen if they lived in a fairytale. However, I'm tired of the same old thing. The GIRL is the one who is always the maid and falls in love with the prince. Well, I have girl power, and I decided to switch it up a bit! Besides, Ikuto fits into Cinderella's character. He's always dreaming about freedom, much like Cinderella. Well, I hope you guys enjoy.
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I walked down the dimly lit corridor to reach the attic steps. It's been a couple years now since my parents left me with my sister, Utau. When they caught me peeking in on their conversation, my mother walked up to me, and slapped me. I never really liked them, seeing that they're a bit of an abusive couple together.
They continually showed disaffection towards me, though they seemed to treat Utau well. She had her own room, which was nicely decorated, while they made me sleep in the dusty old attic. I never understood their decisions; we had a spare bedroom that I could've occupied long ago.
When they left us with the house, I decided to stay in the attic. Even though it was a bit creepy, it was my sanctuary, and still is. Sometimes I cover up the trap door connecting it to the main levels of the house when I'm mad. It's my little coven of peace and serenity; a place where I can get away from all the hassle that my snobby sister gives me during the day.
Most think that the lady of the house would do all the work, however, that's not the case here. Utau is too busy having a life of her own. In fact, she's rarely home at night, but it's not enough for her to pick up her ass during the day. She leaves me with everything: dishes, laundry, even sweeping the house. I never got myself to stand up to her. After all, I am older by three years, and she considers me her legal guardian.
The stairs to the attic creak a bit. Every step I take, you can easily hear from the main level. As I reached the top step and opened the door, I felt a cool breeze sweep across my face. I always leave the window open because the attic isn't air conditioned. Besides, I have the best view of the full moon and a rusty piece of glass would ruin the sight.
Speaking of the moon, it was almost to its climax. It was at eye level right now, but by midnight it would be over my head. Most of the time, I secretly sneak up to the roof to take a peak. I even play my violin there; the moon gives me inspiration somehow.
The violin is all I have that can calm me down. I randomly play notes, and they magically turn into a song. Most of the songs I "write" turn out to be depressing to most, but to me, they're just deep. I'm not necessarily a sad person, despite all that I've been through, however my emotions range farther than the rest.
Most of them range from okay to depressed, yes, but I also have my proud moments. Like when I finish a new song. Utau has never heard me play; in fact, I'm pretty sure she's unaware that I even own a violin. So instead, I play to all of the animals that hide behind the bushes yet I know they're there; I play to the people who take a midnight stroll because they need to think about some things; I play to the world, even though the majority of them don't even know me.
It's hard to think that almost nobody knows that I exist, yet somehow, I still feel like there is one person who can accept me for who I am. A depressed soul at times, but someone who is proud to be himself.
For once in my life, I would like to attend a party or a ball or a gathering. Instead, I'm stuck at home even though we've been invited several times.
Utau always comes home ready to pass out, and I'm the one who has to take care of her. Have you ever heard the saying: Life isn't fair? Well, to me, it isn't. I'm tired of picking up after her.
I turned around and jumped off the roof to the ledge that surrounded the top level of my house, and walked back to the main level where Utau was awaiting for me.
"Where have you been?" She slurred.
"Where have you been?" I shot back, noticing that she looked drunk. She's fourteen and she's already gone down the wrong path.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" She screamed. Her blond hair was all wacked out of place, as she leaned her head down on the kitchen table with a glass of water in her hands.
"I'm going for a walk. Please stay where you are like a good child."
Her only response was a loud moan as she slid her hands across the table. I stared at her for a moment, seeing if she would be okay by herself. "Please be good." I whispered as I walked out.
I gently closed the front door behind me and walked across the street. Then, I shifted my body to face the mansion above the rest of the town as it sat on Hinamori Hill as it was called. It was owned by Mr. Hinamori who owned a giant photography business. His daughter, Amu, was treated with extravagant clothing and she always threw a party for Halloween, my favorite holiday.
We were always invited, the whole town was, however Utau always made an excuse to let me stay home while she attended it herself.
This year we had received the invitation early. It was the first time I saw the invitation in person, and I must say, it was all glittered up.
It was always my goal to attend that party just for one year. I reached into my pocket and grabbed the small card.
"You are cordially invited to: Amu's Halloween Party." I read aloud.
Sighing, I turned around and started to walk back. Maybe it was just a dream, and maybe Utau would try to stop me once more, but just maybe, I could attend it this year...just for a few minutes.
To Be Continued...
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A/N: Ok, I don't know how I did with this chapter. I feel as if I rushed a bit, since it only took me like two hours to write it. Please review and tell me what you think. I'm planning to update as soon as I can, and I need reviews to inspire me for the next chapters.