A/N: I just finished The Cinderella Society and it was pretty good. If you're looking for a Cinderella vs. The Wickeds or a girly book to read, that's something you'd want.

Grammatical Errors?: yas iz good (I'll have to reread my stories myself in order to figure out if there are any errors so sorry not sorry).

Song: ''Dancing In Red'' (Red Like Roses in reverse) - RWBY.

Disclaimer: im now fire emblem trash


'' 'Hello' is only the beginning of 'goodbye'.'' ―Pokemon, Emerald.


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The sound of an alarm blaring had broken through the male's deep sleep, and continued doing so until he was fully aware of the sounds of movement in the room across from his and the sounds of bare feet now touching the wooden floor in the small hallway that bridged the gap between both of the rooms. His door was still shut and the male in bed laying on his side―back facing the snow-white door. The sounds of feet pounding on the chestnut colored floor echoed off the walls, alerting him of what is yet to come in the next few seconds in which he decided to ponder on whether he should even get up and work or stay in bed and continue sleeping for the rest of the day―a free day―more like one of his fuck off days. Eyes still closed, the male heard his door swing open, already feeling the energetic aura of the person running through over to the right side of the bed, panting heavily. He rolled over onto his opposite side, now facing the child, rain-gray eyes finally opened and staring straight into the child's who sat on his bed, smiling and gasping for air. He couldn't help but smile at this.

He remembered when he first heard of the child―the poor thing's biological father had murdered his mother and the child was forced to testify against his father, throwing him into jail with a few simple words. He was around five years old then, and was soon taken turned over into the foster care system. When he was contacted, the child was sure that he would be the person to turn his life back around―to get it on the right track. Before the father had been thrown into jail and before he had murdered the boy's mother, he took his anger out on the boy by rendering him blind―he took a pair of scissors and stabbed the boy in the left eye. He'd taken the boy to the hospital afterwards, but the eye wasn't saved. He would have to wear an eyepatch for the rest of his life. The boy didn't want to feel like a pirate so he was allowed to wrap bandages around his closed eyelids instead.

''Am I going to school today?" He asked as the 'parent' wrapped his arm around the boy's lower abdomen, and pulled him into his side, smiling softly at the beaming child.

Before he replied, he let out a long, undecided sigh. ''I should get everything ready for you so that I can enroll you. I might be able to get you in without any major problems―other than the stalkers that might want to know what you're doing every second of the day―so yes. You will be going to school, but only to figure out things and tomorrow is when you'll officially start your first day.''

''Let's go then!'' The child rolled off the bed and out of his guardian's grasp―onto the floor. He darted out of the room in search of something to wear―probably something nice since he'd want to impress the people at the school he was going to.

The school the bluenette had in store for the child was a school owned by a friend who owned a shit-ton of hotels in the area―she owned the one that they were currently staying in as well. A few seconds later the boy appeared, fully dressed in a button up shirt and dress pants. The only thing that was out of place happened to be his tie.

A sigh slid from the bluenette's lips before he moved to get up out of his bed and to help the other get ready for his tour of the school he would be attending for the rest of his years until he decided to continue through to college. He pulled things from two drawers, stripped and replaced the clothes he had on seconds ago with the ones he'd chosen, grabbed his phone along with a pair of earbuds and headed toward the young boys room in hopes of helping him figure out how to tie his own tie. It took them a few tries―luckily it was still seven and they wouldn't have to meet one of the headmasters of the school until eight, but being the irritated and paranoid idiot he was he wanted to get everything done and over with so that he could instantly go back to the hotel and sleep. It was too early for him to start thinking about going back to sleep since he'd need to tire the blond child out before checking back into the hotel.

The two entered the closest elevator and the bluenette allowed the blond kid to touch the button this time and the elevator began its descent to the first floor of the hotel in which the bluenette knew where the lousy owner of the hotel would be handing around, grinning like the idiot she was. She'd lectured him many times about having his own family now that he was in his twenties people had been pressuring him horribly about finding the right person, settling down, and having children. Couldn't he just get some more time to breathe before he actually put his life into order? He didn't want to deal with the paparazzi's stupid shenanigans―they were like vultures, waiting in the shadows and watching for the right signs to that they would peck at people's eyes and rub salt into their exposed wounds―they loved watching people struggle and most of all they liked watching him struggle through life. He wanted to give this child everything he wasn't able to have due to his living situations in the past.

The bluenette was the first to step out of the elevator and into the hotel's lobby and as he rounded the corner, the blond child at his right side grabbed onto his hand with his own which was already sweaty from being nervous or extremely excited at the fact that he would be starting school soon. The child's parents wouldn't allow him to enter a school due to their relationship: the mother tried her best to support her and her child while the father went around with people from the community cheated on his wife, and abused her after coming home. He hadn't laid his hands on their child until he actually snapped. He pulled out a black pair of scissors, their blades glinting in the dim light as he made his way to their child's room. The wife had been beaten the shit out of them was stabbed to death while the child was dragged from his room and had his eye stabbed from it's socket. Afterward he took his son to the hospital, claiming that someone had broken into their apartment, murdered his wife, then tried to get away with stabbing the child's eye out―not that anyone in the room had believed his story. They turned around the corner to see just the person the bluenette knew would be there: Inukashi.

''Oh? The rat's already awake and so is the bird,'' she grinned.

''Don't call him a bird, idiot. He has a name.''

''So he does.''

''He is Oliver,'' the boy―Oliver pouted. He became slightly disappointed at the fact that they were rarely using his name. Instead of speaking in third person, he corrected himself, ''My name is Oliver. Nezumi, don't call me 'he'.''

''Don't get sassy,'' Nezumi ran his fingers through his bangs. He'd randomly put his hair into a ponytail which allowed his hair to flow down past his shoulders. He didn't feel like putting it in it's usual ponytail in which he'd tie his hair around itself then shove a pencil in it. He'd been planning on a bun or ponytail and went with the ponytail to keep it simple. Nezumi's rain-gray eyes flashed with wonder at what Inukashi was really doing down on the first floor, but he restrained himself from asking the female.

''Have fun with them out there. They're worse than they were yesterday,'' Inukashi grinned. ''And have fun with enrolling him. I might head out there later on to check things out with a friend I think you might like, so you might see me.'' She suspiciously wiggled her eyebrows at Nezumi, earning a groan from him in return. ''There's a GMC out there for you this time. Nice choice.''

Oliver who continue pouting was now wanting to pet the dog Inukashi brought with her this time―a borderline collie, but was stopped short in his attempt at petting the dog when Nezumi continued dragging the poor child out the automatic doors. After finishing with their little run-in with Inukashi they fled to the white GMC that was parked outside for the two―the bluenette wore basic clothing, nothing interesting or eye catching for the paparazzi this time since he had planned on going straight back to sleep after going through the school and all of its rooms with the energetic bundle of nerves currently holding onto his hand, he'd want nothing more than to have more fun after sightseeing around the school. The second they both stepped outside, a horde of paparazzi swarmed them, asking questions, but didn't get anything from the two other than grunts from the tall bluenette who held tightly onto the blond child's hand, feeling the sweat from the child's hand slick his own. He just wanted to get away from the idiots as quick as he could. Sometimes he wished he wasn't the person people looked up to and admired―the singer, actor, and model that people from everywhere in the world swooned over. It made him want to hide in the dark and never come out―more like him hiding in a room and never returning to face society ever again. He'd definitely do that if he got paid to do certain things he could do at home instead of walking all over the place like he currently was.

''Nezumi! Nezumi! Look over here!'', ''Nezumi, are you gay!", ''Nezumi, will you have children of your own someday―Oliver isn't your biological child.'', ''What do you think about―'' they were all stupid questions―things that he deemed unimportant and less interesting (other than his―definitely not interesting). Why did people care if he was gay or not? What if he was and didn't want to shout it out from the rooftops since certain people would either attack him for it or attack him because they'd think it's adorable or some shit like that. He didn't need a group of fangirls tackling him because they'd found out he was gay and would probably be shipping―if not already―him with other celebrities they thought he looked good with or fit in well with. No one knew the reason why he was distant―mostly because of his past and because of his attitude towards other people. He just needed the right person to care about―other than Oliver. He cared deeply about the little British boy―so much that he sometimes thought of him as his own child―even if they weren't related by blood, he felt closer to the boy than anyone else he'd ever met in his life...so far.

The bluenette opened one of the back doors for the blond child to get into―he'd been sitting in a carseat for most of his stay with the bluenette, but after he turned seven he'd throw the thing out or give it to one of the goodwills for them to use since he wasn't planning on having children of his own―not that he thought about having his own family. The only family he knew were all murdered and if not murdered they died in the fire's raging flames...buuuut that was the past. If he ever wanted children he'd rather adopt them instead―or go through one of those stupid programs. He hadn't thought too much into having children of his own―he never sat down to think about it either. Shaking the stupid thoughts from his head, the bluenette ran his hands through his bangs as the blond buckled himself in, then closed the door so that he could move around the car to slide into the driver's seat and set off for the school that would change both of their lives―neither of them knew it yet.

On the way there, Oliver continued pouting―even when they got out of the car to meet the headmaster who was supposed to be outside waiting for them, but whoever they were obviously wasn't there so they were forced to go inside and meet the person they were looking for―or find them especially if they got lost. It could be possible to get lost in such a large school like this one unless you knew it well. Nezumi was once again swarmed by people who instantly began taking his picture and asking stupid questions once again, but he ignored them, held onto Oliver and led the boy into the school he'd be taking part in after today.

He pulled his sunglasses over his head to let them rest atop his hair, just before his bangs. The bluenette and Oliver strode over to the desk in the front where a person sat, checking people in and asking for their IDs. He quickly asked where to find the headmaster and was pointed in the direction in which the person thought they'd be. He took the information without thanking the person (although Oliver thanked them on his behalf) then turned to the left which led to the younger children's wing―it was a bit too large to be called a wing. It was more like they'd attached all three school levels to make one giant school. Nezumi slowed his pace so that Oliver's smaller legs could keep up as they turned a few corners and finally arrived at their destination: the preschool and daycare section. They walked over to the largest room which held a group of people just outside the door in the hallway who were sending their children to preschool or daycare and a certain person from that field would come grab the child and take them away to their group. Inside the extra large room that was full of comfortable things like bean bags, soft chairs, lots and lots of blankets and many baby-ish things that resided on the other side of the gate that separated the preschoolers from the daycare children. They were grouped together since they were deemed close to each other―they were children just starting school, but it seemed a bit different to what they were letting on.

Once again, Nezumi asked one of the staff members as they were about to take away their fifth child if the headmaster was near to which she answered a quick yes and jerked her head in the direction of the gate before taking off with the crying child in her arms.

''Shion, there's a man here to see you,'' the woman announced, looking at him suspiciously.

At this, the male standing near the gate on the other side of it turned his head in response to his name. He met eyes with the woman who'd spoken to Nezumi. She jerked her head in the bluenette's direction and his eyes drifted over to the pouting blond holding his hand. The two of them approached the male as he finally turned around, showing off his round belly. His white hair was tied into a low ponytail with a small blue ribbon and he was wearing a white shirt with dark gray sweats alongside a large, blue sweatshirt that was halfway zipped up to show off the shirt he wore. His wine colored eyes flashed with curiosity.

''I know, right? Everyone stares at it when they first meet me, but then they get over it,'' Shion ran his hand across his stomach, after unzipping the rest of his sweatshirt to expose his stomach even more. ''I'm one of the people who got to 'try out' the project they create called Origin. They created this project due to the decline in females being born sooo they made a way around it by giving certain males the ability to bear children.''

Shocked, Nezumi took a few seconds to search for the right words but the only words that came from his mouth were: ''Where's the father?"

A blush spread across Shion's face as he explained, ''I was actually raped a while back. They forced me into taking the medication for the Origin project…'' The light in his eyes fled after talking about a piece of his past.

''How far along are you? You seem too far along to continue physical work.''

''Almost done. I'm a month or so away from delivering,'' Shion smiled and in an instant the light of life flooded his wine colored eyes. A giant smile spread across his face as he unlatched the gate, swung it open, grabbed onto Nezumi's other hand and pulled him forward with such strength it shocked the bluenette for a second. He'd let go of Oliver's hand for the moment as the boy looked at him with worry. ''They've been driving me crazy for hours on end today. It's cute, but sometimes I'd like to get some sleep in. I can't really do that since they're moving around and kicking me from the inside.''

The two adults were now closer to each other than they were before―especially with his hand pressed up against the headmaster's stomach. He looked a bit confused at the whitette and was about to question why he'd let a complete stranger touch his stomach and ask if he'd heard of respecting people's air bubbles when he felt it. A few tiny thumps pressed against his hand, slightly straining against the skin and fabric that protected the child within, he shifted his hand around to possibly find more, bringing his right hand along for the ride. This made Nezumi grin like an idiot. He looked up into Shion's eyes, his grin shifting into a smile. He could already tell that Shion's smiles were completely contagious.

''This is amazing―you're amazing,'' he breathed, his face inches away from Shion's.

''I'm glad you think so,'' Shion removed his hands from Nezumi's and wrapped them around his neck before giving him a small peck on the cheek. He pulled away to admire his work―he'd clipped a visitor lanyard onto Nezumi's neck, grinning at how shocked the other was. He'd removed his hands from Shion's stomach and reached for the still pouting Oliver's hand.

''So what's he pouting for?" Shion asked, looking over at Oliver with sympathy in his eyes.

''He wanted to pet another one of Inukashi's fleabags before we left the hotel―plus I wouldn't let him listen to music while we drove here since it wasn't that far away.''

''You know Inukashi?'' Shion quirked an eyebrow.

''Yeah. Then I guess you're the person she's probably trying to set me up with now. She said she had a friend here and that I'd like them. Sometimes I wonder if she's messed up in the head,'' Nezumi rolled his eyes.

''Ah. I know how you feel. She's been ranting to me about you and what you're like. It's funny to hear about how you two bicker constantly. Did she say anything other than that to you?"

''She claimed she might be coming over later on to check on you.''

''Ugh. She's been doing that since I started showing. It's not like I'm going to burst yet,'' Shion waved to one of the supervisors to get all the daycare children checked in since he was leaving and probably wouldn't return until the next day to help out. ''Her, my mother, and Safu have been driving me crazy―Safu the most.''

''Is Safu a friend of yours?"

''Yes, and she's always had a crush on me, but I don't like her that way. I'm gay, not straight. She just won't get over it and keeps fighting with me constantly and literally blames my pregnancy for everything,'' he sighed as they made their way down the hall they'd came down. They moved to the elementary wing of the school. Shion clenched a fist and turned around to face Oliver, smiling. ''So what's your name?" Quickly changing the subject was a tactic that the he would most likely use if he had no plans of answering or continuing with the said subject.

''He might not talk since he's mad at me―'' Nezumi was cut off by Shion's hand waving in the air.

The whitette pulled out a handful of candy, flashing it in front of the boy's face. ''I'll give you all of this candy if you talk to me.''

''Deal,'' Oliver automatically put his hands out after Nezumi had released them from his grip, all just to accept the candy he was about to be given.

But before Shion gave the British the candy he had him tell the whitette a little about himself―not anything about his past though.

''Name?"

''Oliver.''

''What class do you like the most?"

''Music class.''

''That's good because this school is one built for special people. It's a school for Artistic people. There's art, dancing, and music classes at this school,'' Shion replied. He dumped the candy into the boy's hands. Sugar dust sprinkled the whitette's hands and he simply licked it off of his hands, smiling at Nezumi who gave him a weird look.

''What? I crave candy!'' He huffed.

''Is that, other than pickles, what pregnant people prefer to eat? Shouldn't you be eating something healthy instead of killing yourself and your child?"

''Excuse me, sir―''

''Nezumi.''

''―Nezumi. I have been banned form eating sweet things and drinking coffee for the remainder of my pregnancy. I've been wanting to eat candy and drink coffee until I die from it for quite some time now since all I have been eating is―leaves―literally. I'm not even allowed to touch a piece of candy or a pinch of sugar without either my mother, Safu, or Inukashi going ballistic which is why I hide my candy from them. I even have to get someone to buy me coffee or I'd get caught just by going out to a Starbucks, coffee shop, or gas station by either three of them or all three together. It's terrifying. They're all to strict on me and it makes me feel very uncomfortable―especially about me being pregnant. I know it looks weird and everything, but it wasn't my fault.''

''Just tell them ''no''. Be straightforward.''

''Tell who ''no''?" A voice sounded from behind the trio, alerting Shion who almost jumped into Nezumi's arms.

Safu stood behind the two with her arms crossed over her chest. As Shion could tell she was definitely fuming―especially since he'd scored himself a cutie. Safu had a tendency of getting jealous and being forceful when things never went her way. To show how demanding and straightforward she was, she'd asked him for his sperm before he'd been forced into the Origin project, raped, then tossed aside like a piece of paper that could no longer be used. She narrowed her eyes at Nezumi―literally squaring up so that if she had to argue with him, she'd try to get the upperhand no matter what―even if it meant sinking her claws into his flesh to get what she wanted.

''Nothing―nothing interesting,'' Shion reached for Nezumi's hand, linking his fingers with his as if to say: ''If she takes me down, you're coming with.''

''It sure doesn't look like 'nothing','' Safu huffed dramatically, making it seem she needed to know where the whitette was―especially if he was off somewhere dozing or taking a ''small nap'' in another classroom.

''What's that supposed to mean?" Shion half snapped half questioned the brunette.

Safu jerked her head at Nezumi, eyes boring into his rain-gray ones before asking Shion: ''Who's he?"

''I'm―'' Nezumi started only to have Shion squeeze his hand as hard as if he were already going into labor. The bluenette was sure the whitette would break a couple of bones in the process, but he'd succeeded in getting the other to shut up while he answered with a a smile that was too sweet.

''He's my new boyfriend―well, he's actually the guy Inukashi was trying to set me up with,'' Shion smiled, beaming with energy which he'd seemed to pick up off of Oliver who's remaining gold eye flicked from Shion to the woman. He was trying to understand the relationship between the two people and came up empty handed when doing so.

''Is that right now?" Safu's eyes moved over to Nezumi's, flashing with a concealed anger he thought that only he could see, but obviously Shion was seeing it too and wasn't phased by it as much as he thought he should be even though he seemed extremely submissive towards certain things there were also other certain things that he simply couldn't handle―like another fight with Safu―in front of people―in public.

Nezumi let out a long sigh, gave Shion's hand a quick squeeze and pulled the said male closer to him before answering the woman. His eyes held sincerity within them―a truth within them that made the air around them instantly shift. ''Yes, it is right.''

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A/N: BOOM.

I have no idea what I just did lmao. I do know that I am tired as shit. Imma crash now before working on the next chapter. I've also got other stories I'd like to test out―like a Yullen version of RWBY, but I'll rename the story to something else instead of doing the first letters of their names.

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