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Hey~! So this is a two-shot I'm gonna do. I was inspired after watching a random episode of Family Guy, it was an episode with Fairy tale parodies. (Don't really like the show though, just got bored and watched it) And also, I saw a blog on tumblr that shipped Smoker/Izou and I wanted to try it.

THERE IS NO ROMANCE YET ON THIS CHAPTER

I wanted it to be a one-shot, but it's late. I reached 3,240 words already so this should be good enough for now. Also, friendly reminder that this is the first time in a long time that I've worked on a story. (Although I did just post an FT fic earlier today, does that count?) So please go easy on me. Also, I had no time to proof read. Feel free to point out errors ^_^

Enjoy ~ !

"Alright, bedtime!" Thatch announced.

"Aww~!" his younger brother and sister whined, they had been playing with their toys on the living room and obviously didn't want to go to bed yet.

"C'mon, you two clean up this mess." he only sighed at their pouts, although they did do what he said and started cleaning up. His siblings can be quite a handful. Haruta, his little sister, was nine and they either spoiled her too much or she was just really bossy. Ace, on the other hand, was seven, and his energy was almost too much to handle. He was often going around causing trouble and Haruta would occasionally help him out. All in all, it was always fun to look after them.

"I don't want to go to bed yet." Ace whined.

"Yeah, I know. But it's late and you need your rest." Thatch told him as he led them both to the room they shared. Thankfully, they were already in their pajamas so it saved him some trouble.

"But I'm not tired yet." Haruta pouted, making Thatch sigh.

"Figures. They two of you are always so full of energy." he muttered before an idea struck him. "Hey, why don't I tell you a story?"

At this, their eyes brightened and they dashed forward into their room making Thatch laugh. When he arrived to where they were, the both of them were already in their beds, tucked him and looking at him expectantly.

"Alright, so . . . a story, huh?" Thatch thought for a second. "What kind of story do you guys want to hear?"

"Tell us something romantic!" Haruta exclaimed, making Ace grimace.

"Eew!"

"Shut up, Ace!"

"Romantic, huh?" Thatch pondered on this a bit. "Well then, how about a classic?"

He took a seat on Haruta's bed, her grinned widened and she looked at him with excitement. Ace, on the other hand, seemed disappointed but it doesn't mean he lost interest completely.

"Alright, so . . ."

Once upon a time, there was a wealthy family who lived happily in a large mansion with their large dog Stefan. The gentleman was wise and kind; he loved his wife and son deeply. But one day, that man contracted a disease and died. His family was devastated, especially his wife. The now widowed lady was left with all the fortune his husband left behind, but the grief and loneliness for the loss of her beloved along with the worry of how his son would grow up without a father pushed her to a decision to marry again.

She married a man who she found charming, a wealthy man by the name of Diamante, who was known and idolized throughout the entire kingdom. Diamante was a widower who had two daughters who were roughly the same age as the woman's son, Baby 5 and Sugar. The woman was glad that her son would now have a father who would look after him along with two sisters who would make sure he was never lonely. What she didn't know, however, was that Diamante was actually an evil and despicable man. One day, while she was on her way to a friend's house, she got into an accident which took her life. Diamante was left with all of the fortune and his true personality was revealed.

He began to treat the son like a slave, ordering him around and making him do all the work. His daughters, on the other hand, were no better. They made fun of him and made his work more difficult. Needless to say, his life with his step family was a miserable one.

"Cinders? Cinders!" Baby 5 called out. "What's taking so long?"

"I'm hungry! And you're so slow~!" Sugar complained.

Cinders immediately emerged from the kitchen and into the dining room and approached his stepsisters. They were both confused when they saw that he didn't bring their food with him but they didn't have time to ask about it.

A bucket connected to Baby 5's face and she almost fell off of her seat with the force of the impact.

Sugar's eyes widened in shock then she turned to glare at him. "Cinders! What in the world?!"

Cinders only glared back at her. "Shut the hell up! If you're so hungry then go prepare your own food!"

"Cinders!" Diamante marched into the room looking outraged. "You better learn your place, brat! Don't go hitting my daughters with brooms!"

"Okay, first of all, my name is not Cinders. It's Izou, you senile clown!" Izou yelled back. "Second of all, I hit her with a bucket, not a broom. Lastly, you better teach these spoiled little wenches to learn some manners!"

Although Izou was being forced to serve them as a slave, he didn't do so obediently. He always fought back to defend himself and made an effort to piss them off. He did the work but made sure they knew that they can't just tell him what to do (even though in the end he always ended up doing what they told him to do anyway, no matter what it was). He also made it no secret how much he hated them and felt the need to remind them everyday with insult and his daily show of defiance.

It was obvious to everyone though that Izou would do whatever they told him to do, they just had to go through a session of yelling at each other first. It was tiring, but it was still better than doing the chores themselves. Izou did all the work, resulting in him being incredibly tired everyday which only worsened his life of misery. One time, while he was scrubbing the floor near the fireplace, he accidentally fell asleep and when he woke up, he was covered in cinders. His stepsisters unfortunately saw him in such a state and laughed at him. They made fun of him and called him 'cinders' which made the man yell and throw things at them. Although they did stop laughing, the name stuck which only served to aggravate him even more.

"Just go get breakfast, you brat! Do it before I kick you out!" Diamante snapped at him, Izou glared at him for a moment longer before turning on his heel and stomping towards the kitchen. Meanwhile, Baby 5 was rubbing her sore forehead while Sugar kept asking if she was alright.

"That jerk . . ." Baby 5 muttered. "Father, why don't we just kick him out and find a better servant?"

"Yeah! We can find one that's more obedient and causes less trouble!" Sugar added.

"Because, my dear daughters, he works for free." Diamante told them. "I'd rather not waste money unnecessarily."

His two daughters huffed in disappointment but said no more. A little while later, Izou emerged once again with plates filled with pancakes that were coated in syrup. Stefan, a large white retriever, followed closely behind him.

"Mmmm." Sugar smiled when the delicious aroma reached her.

They were each given a plate and Izou crossed her arms, leaning against the wall as he watched them eat. He had been required to do so, and even though it was annoying he had no choice.

"By the way, Cinders." Baby 5 said. "Why are you wearing a dress?"

"It's not a dress, it's a kimono." he snapped at her and Stefan barked in agreement. "Although I suppose I wouldn't expect you to know that, you uncultured swine."

Baby 5 felt a vein throb on her fore head, but before she could retort Sugar spoke up. "Are you wearing make-up?"

"Why, yes. Thank you for noticing." he gave them a proud smile, but the two sisters only exchanged a confused look.

"Cinders, you're a man." Baby 5 said.

"Yes, I am. And?"

"Men don't wear make-up and dresses. Or . . . whatever it is you're wearing."

"You didn't say that when you made me wear one of your dresses a couple days ago." he frowned.

Baby 5 recalled forcing Izou to wear a dress. It had been an old one, something she found ugly and she would never be caught dead wearing in public in it. But despite that, other people may have still found it nice, she probably just thought it was too plain. Anyway, she had an idea and with the help of Sugar, they forced Izou to wear the dress. It was supposed to be a way to degrade the man but looking at what he was wearing now, it seemed to have a completely different effect. More like they awakened a weird fetish, the thought made her shudder.

"Where did you get those anyway?" Sugar asked.

"It was my mother's. I didn't think she'd have such good taste though, I never even saw her in such nice clothes. She always wore dresses that were much too extravagant."

". . . I don't even . . ." Baby 5 sighed. "If your parents could see you now . . ."

"What's wrong with a man wearing make-up, anyway? Or just wearing dresses?" Izou snapped. "Make-up shouldn't be exclusively for women. And dresses are clothes. Clothes are supposed to cover your skin. Why do people have to put labels on which ones are people of a specific gender is supposed to wear?"

". . . Fine, do what you want."

"His step family is just a bunch of assholes." Haruta said and Ace nodded in agreement.

"Okay, one; don't say that word-"

"But you just-"

"Two; there are a lot of people like that in the world. So you just work hard to make sure you don't become anything like these evil, uncultured swines, alright?"

"Alright." they both nodded.

"Good, now where was I . . ?"

One day, they received a letter from the king, inviting them to a grand ball that was to be held that night. Apparently, they were searching for possible candidates to become the prince's bride. Needless to say, Diamante's daughters were ecstatic.

"Oh my goodness, the prince is looking for a bride!" Baby 5 squealed.

"I can become a princess! And someday I may become a queen!" Sugar said, her eyes shining in excitement. Diamante watched his daughters with a grin while Izou simply crossed his arms and stared at them with a frown.

"Cinders! Quickly, go prepare my finest dress! I must get ready!"

"Me too!" Sugar added.

"Yeah, yeah . . ." he muttered before going off to do what they say. Nobody seemed to notice his lack of defiance.

He spent his whole day helping the two prepare for the ball, It took hours before the women finally decided on what to wear and it took even longer until they got their make-up right. As the sun set, they were all set. Baby 5 had her hair curled and was wearing a velvet gown that was a bit too reavealing. It was plain and had a slit that ended halfway through her right thigh. Sugar, on the other hand, was dressed more appropriately, but a bit too childishly. She was wearing a puffy pink gown with puffy sleeves and white bows decorated around it. Izou snorted, you would have never believed that the two were related.

"Oi, Cinders. You're not coming with us." Diamante stated. "So do some cleaning; when we get home the mansion better be spotless."

"Shut up! When you get home you'll probably forget that you told me that anyway, you senile."

"Why you- !"

"Daddy, let's go! Hurry!" Sugar whined, making Diamante grumble.

"You better not do anything stupid, you hear?" he said before joining his daughters in the carriage and soon they were off. Izou watched the carriage until it disappeared out of sight. He went back inside where Stefan was waiting for him, the dog seemed to sense that there was something wrong with his master and barked. He ran around the man and tried to get his attention in an attempt to cheer him up but Izou only smiled and petted his head before making his way outside, to the garden in their backyard.

"I kind of wanted to go to the ball . . ." Izou admitted to his pet. "It's been really long since I've seen anyone else other than those jerks. I'm getting really lonely here."

Stefan let out a whine and he patted his head.

"I wonder . . ." Izou muttered, looking at the sky and seeing the countless stars begin to appear. He began to remember his family, the parents who loved him dearly. Now they were both dead and he was being given such cruel treatment by the family of a man his mother had decided to marry for his sake. He hated how they could be so cruel to him. He hated how they kept on threatening to kick him out of his home. Izou clenched his fists.

"Maybe I should kill them after all."

At this, Stefan stared at him in what seemed to be in shock before he started barking loudly, startling him.

"Oh, c'mon! It's not like they won't deserve it!" he reasoned but the dog only growled at him which annoyed him even more. "I thought you were on my side!"

Izou crossed his arms. "Don't worry, I've given it enough thought. I think I know how I can make it look like an accident . . ."

"There's no need to kill anyone." a voice spoke, making Izou jump in shock. He turned to the source of the voice just in time to see a man materialize in front of him. The man looked weird no matter how long Izou stared at him. He was dressed like an elf and he had a weird hairstyle.

This man was a magical being, powerful, skilled and wise. He was known as Fairy God Marco.

"Who?" Ace asked incredulously.

"Fairy God Marco." Thatch repeated with a grin.

"Uh . . . don't you mean 'Fairy godmother'?" Haruta asked.

"No."

". . . oh."

"Alright then, back to the story.

"Who the hell are you?!" Izou asked, glaring at him and looked like he was prepared to either run or fight. Stefan, on the other hand, was growling at this stranger and prepared to protect his master if the need arose.

"Relax, I'm here to help you." Fairy God Marco said. "I'm your Fairy godparent, call me Marco."

"My fairy godparent?" Izou raised an eyebrow. "You mean like Cosmo and Wanda? Aren't I too old for that crap?"

"No, there's no age limit actually. But yeah, I guess that shit left you with a bad impression of us, huh?" Marco sighed. "Frankly, yes. I am like them, minus the wings, crowns and all that girly crap. Anyway, I'm here to help ease your misery."

Izou's eyes widened and they began to fill with hope. "Really? You'll make my wishes come true and help me get my happy ending?"

"Yeah."

"That's wonderful!" Izou grinned. "I want my step family to die in a horrible accident. But don't kill them right off, make sure they suffer first. Break all their bones or something like that."

"Woah, woah. Calm down." Marco raised his arms up. "I can't kill anyone with my magic, if I could I would be doing something else right now. Probably would have gone dark side, although after watching that dumbass pirate captain chase around that brat from Neverland, it doesn't sound so appealing anymore."

"Tsk. Then what can you help me with?" he asked, obviously annoyed.

The blonde pondered on this for a bit. "Well . . . you said you wanted to go to the ball didn't you? I can help you with that."

Izou's expression brightened at this. "You can?!"

Marco shrugged. "Sure."

And with this, he took out a wand and waved it around. He turned Stefan into a horse and a pumpkin that had been in the garden into a carriage. He transformed his clothes and made it look like that of a fancy horseman's before he turned to Izou.

"Alright then, a fancy tuxedo should do the trick."

"What? No!" Izou snapped. "Make me a beautiful gown."

The fairy blinked at this. "What?"

"A gown! A pretty one that would make anyone turn and look at me."

". . . You're serious?"

"Yes, I am! Anyways, if I go in a tuxedo everyone would know that I'm a man and then my step family might recognize me. So I think I'll dress as a woman tonight." Izou said.

Marco only stared at him before shrugging. "Suit yourself."

He waved his wand around and the kimono Izou had been wearing transformed into a beautiful fuschia gown. His hair, having grown out a bit since his mother's death and never having an opportunity to cut it, had barely reached his shoulders but now had hair extensions making it reach his waist. And on his feet were glass slippers.

"Wow~!"

"Alright, get in." Marco said, hopping onto the carriage. "Tonight you will be a pretty lady in the ball, but by midnight the magic will disappear and everything will return to normal. So you must remember to leave before the clock strikes twelve."

"Understood." Izou nodded. "But why does the magic disappear by midnight?"

"Oh, I need to get back home by then. I promised Oyaji that I wouldn't be out longer than that and if I take too long he might start drinking again which is bad for his health." the blond explained.

". . . You have a curfew?"

"Hey, listen. I'm not even supposed to be here, okay? The plan was to go to a party hosted by a bunch of elves, have a good time and go home. But then I heard that you were in distress and it's my job to help you."

"Okay, wait up. You came from a party hosted by elves?" the crossdresser asked. "I . . . Well, I guess that explains the outfit you wore earlier."

"Yeah, they really knew how to party back at the North Pole." Marco smirked. "Anyway, we should get going."

"Oh, right. Let's!" Izou got inside the carriage and soon they were off, heading towards the palace where Izou expected to have the best night of his life. But the palace was still a bit far off so Izou got bored and decided to chat with Marco a bit during the journey.

"So . . . you're a fairy, right?"

"Yep."

"What was with that princess from the other kingdom?"

". . . What?"

"You know, the chick who fell asleep for a hundred years or something like that."

"Oh, you mean that. Okay, first of all, the girl's only been asleep for, like, a few hours. And she didn't get cursed when she was a baby, it happened when she was sixteen."

"Really?" Izou raised an eyebrow at this.

"Yes, really. Some fairy got pissed off at the kind or something, I don't know. The fairy's name was Miss Valentine, I think. The king had an affair with her and apparently they were supposed to go on a date together but the king slept in and didn't show up. Chick was seriously pissed off, probably thought that the king was gonna break up with her so she showed up for the princess' sixteenth birthday and cursed her." Marco explained.

Izou whistled at this. "Wow."

"Yeah, I know."

Well, I'll try to post the next one tomorrow. This is actually a practice fic to try and get me back in shape. I think I got a little rusty after going back on hiatus. Please feel free to make any comments but don't be too harsh please.

If this fic gets enough positive reviews I think I'll probably do more fairy tale parodies. Tell me what you think!

I hope you enjoyed and that I made you laugh!

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