Cindergrella grew up a very, very handsome man with long red hair, vivid green eyes, very sharp teeth, and a passionate love for all things red, he was also very flamboyant but the step brothers were both bitterly jealous of his gorgeous looks so they dressed the boy up in rags and made him do each little thing they asked. Ciel grew up a powerful, strong, practical young lad while his brother grew up rambunctious, naughty young tyke who was fabulously gay in every way. He wore shorts and high heeled boots with long thigh-high socks that had tiny bows on the side. He loved ruffles and revealing clothing as much as his brother loved good business, torture, revenge, winning and realism.

Cindergrella had no friends except for the family dog, Pluto, and three of the servants who were purple haired triplets. They didn't say much but they seemed to resent the family, especially Alois but they had no choice but to willingly risk their life and serve the insatiable, needy, and often rude boy, but they seemed to favor the poor man that was slaving away more than they ever did and the dog was better treated then Cindergrella.

Cindergrella awoke in his ruined, worn out mattress in the attic; it was dusty and cold but had the best view of the palace. One of the triplets opened his blinds and smiled at him. Cindergrella's green eyes popped upon the light hitting his face. He grabbed the covers and hissed at the triplet.

"DAMNIT CLOSE THOSE BLINDS I'M TRYING TO GET SOME BEAUTY REST!"

The triplet closed the blinds immediately and looked away. Cindergrella closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep but before he could fall asleep the giant clock struck 7:00 a.m which signified Cindergrella's wake up time. His eyes opened and a vain in his temple throbbed. He thrashed in his bed and ripped his covers in half.

"CANT A WOMAN GET SOME SLEEP AROUND HERE! ERRRGGG!"

The triplet, named Timber, widened his eyes and watched Cindergrella stick his head out the window.

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID CLOCK!"

He slammed the little shutters on the door and grabbed the pillow, growling and trying to tear it apart.

He sighed heavily and looked at Timber who merely blinked.

"Timby, dear my life is a living hell. The clock itself demands me as well as those spoiled brats I call my step-brothers. They think they're sooo fabulous but they can't compare with Cindergrella Sutcliff! I'm too deadly efficient!"

He made the "Rock on" sign, winked, and stuck his tongue out between his sharp teeth. He started to make his room, humming to himself as he did so then picked out his usual light blue and brown outfit of rags. He sighed as began to unclothe himself.

"Well Timby, aren't you a naughty boy, watching me undressing."

Timber looked one way and slightly blushed. Cindergrella giggled mischievously and rubbed up against Timber when his brothers, Thompson and Cantebury came in to find a half naked Cindergrella molesting their brother.

"Oh how I do love parties! Are all three of you going to please me at the same time? Don't rush, there's plenty of Cindergrella to go around."

Cindergrella pressed his hand to his forehead and pretended to be helpless and fainted on his bed. He spread his legs and licked his lips.

"Come get me boys. I'm ready."

Cantebury sighed and threw the clothes on top of Cindergrella. Out of the Triplets it was said he liked Grell the least though preferred him over Alois any day.

"UGH! How rude! Don't be so cruel Bury- bear! We would make beautiful babies together. Or you and I, Thompsy whompsy-chan! Or you, Timby!"

Cantebury stripped Cindergrell's clothes off without so much as single movement seen and did so with great aggravation and revered silence.

"MY you're a quick one! Always in such a rush Bury-bear!" He sighed inwardly, "Ah, just as well. My bratty step-brothers will want me to make breakfast and all the other crap. Stand aside boys; mama's got some chores to do…ugh. These pretty nails should be scrubbing floors and doing laundry. One day I'll marry somebody important who will treat me like the marvelous queen I am instead of some slave and we will have millions of babies! He has to be cute of course and wealthy. I do love a man with money and-"

Thompson cleared his throat to signal Cindergrella to hurry up. He huffed and walked out the door where he heard his noisy, unpleasant step-brothers calling his name.

"CINDERGRELLA I NEED MY MORNING TEA!" Yelled Ciel, "AND DON'T ADD EXTRA SUGAR THIS TIME!"

"CINDERGRELLA WHERE ARE MY PANTYHOSE. HOW AM I GOING TO BE SEXY WITHOUT MY FISHNET PANTYHOSE!?" screamed Alois

"CINDERGRELLA!"

"CINDERGRELLA!"

He rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen, tying his hair up in the messy bun he did every day and putting on an apron. A familiar, furry thing scratched up against his leg.

"OH hello Pluto! You furry devil you! Where have you been, Hn? You want some left over bones?"

Pluto nodded happily and started panting. Grell tossed the bones at Pluto and watched him catch them.

"Good boy! Later you'll have to repay me though. You've been such a bad boy sneaking away from mama."

He wagged his finger at him, winked and stuck out his tongue. He was interrupted by more screams of his name so he made quick to prepare their breakfast as fast as possible. Each of them liked something different. Ciel loved sweets and earl grey tea so often he was served Danish with lots of clotted cream or some sort of cake, Alois loved sweets as well but not as much as Ciel and he loved spiced jasmine tea along with a pastry or a scone but William was a different ballpark. He loved simple, unsweetened black tea with unbuttered toast and a glass of water. Grell carried each of the trays on a small cart to their owners.

Ciel was first, being the first born and the better child Grell was ordered by William to tend to Ciel before Alois. Ciel was in his crisp white and blue pajamas with his hair fallen over his purple eye. He sat on the edge of his bed with his elbows on his lap, hands folded under his chin, expecting something.

"Good morning Ciel, I have your breakfast."

"Good. It better be to my liking Cindergrella."

"It is. No more than one lump of sugar and made sure it was not too hot and today we have lemon cookies with sweet cream."

"Very well. I'd like you to do all my laundry and do remember to separate mien from my idiot brothers and not to mix the whites with the colors I do not want pink clothing again."

"Yes Ciel, I will remember. Sorry about that."

"Make sure you do remember or no food for a week. Also make sure they are properly dried, ironed until crisp and hung up and clean my shoes. Also lay out suitable attire for my meeting today with the ambassador of France and prepare a meal for lunch fitting of the French culture, we want our guest to be pleased and feel at home."

"Yes, Ciel. I'll get on that."

"Good. I suggest you hurry on to my brother. He's very temperamental today and if he's upset with anything you've done you will find your head under the guillotine. Understand?"

"Yes…Ciel.

"Good now get out of my sight."

Cindergrella hurried into Alois room which was a wreck of feathered pillows , satin sheets, curtains, lush, pricey objects, dolls and shattered vases, clothing strewn on the floor and Thompson in a frilly, short maroon shirt that showed his stomach and very short pinstriped pants with a purple sash and long black, heeled boots with a buckle. Alois held a sword up to his chest. Alois was wearing a very feathery red and gold pirate's hat with a red scarf, black sorts with lots of chains and sashes and a ruffle colored shirt with a ruby set in gold broach in the middle of the neck ruffles, on his feet were thigh high socks with little gold ribbons on them.

"Avast ye scallywag! Surrender ye booty or I'll have ye…ye...ye booty! HA HA! Ah Cindergrella there you are…you're late."

"So sorry Alois won't happen again."

"You're so pathetic! Come here."

Cindergrella didn't want to but he moved closer to the ghastly boy and received many slaps to his face and a kick in the groin. Then the boy swiped the food and shoved it into his mouth then spit it back out on Cindergrella.

"Ugh! You call that a meal!? I want what Big brother Ciel is having! ASAP! And do all my laundry. I'm sick of pirates. Let's play princess! Grell take off my clothes! I want to dress like a princess…no a queen!"

'Just who does he think he is? Him, a queen? Peh…more like the bitch than Queen.'

Alois shoved his foot in Cindergrella's face and smirked.

"Take it off…with your teeth."

Cindergrella huffed then nipped onto the probably filthy sock and crawled backwards to take it off then proceeded with the other in the same fashion. He undressed the rest of the boy normally but with difficulty because he would keep putting the clothes back on or sliding the sleeve back up or zipping up the zippers some more. After that long process Alois smirked at him.

"You'd better hurry on to daddy but don't worry I won't tell him about the breakfast."

"Oh thank you Alois!"

"But you have to give me a bath later."

Alois twirled and tippy-toed over to Cindergrella like a ballerina then winked at him before licking his neck.

"I want you to use your hands and rub everywhere," He whispered before pushing him out his room with his foot and slamming the door.

Cindergrella was visibly shaken and disturbed but moved onto will's room. He was in plain striped pajamas in a boring, plain, dull room with a small library and a massive oak closet. He looked up at Cindergrella with infuriation in his eyes.

"Late again as usual. What keeps you so long?"

"Nothing, Step-father."

"If you have enough time to be late then you can clean this house from top to bottom, it's a disgrace. All the bathrooms, floors, chimneys, fireplaces, bedrooms, windows, drapes…everything. Don't skimp out on a thing because I will find it and make you start all over again. You are such a lazy child it's a wonder why I haven't thrown you out onto the street. But I suppose there is a spark of kindness in me. However, I expect perfection and my children's happiness Cindergrella Sutcliff. I will hear not a single complaint either. Besides we have special company over, the ambassador of France himself is coming and I must brush up on my French so don't bother me unless somebody is dyeing which in any case you are certified to handle. Now give me my breakfast and be off with you, you have a lot of work to be done."

"Yes Step-father."

He gave Will his breakfast and left. He supposed he might start with the upstairs stuff then work his way down. He was having an extreme migraine and he knew he would have worse by the end of the day. No matter how cruel his step-father was to him he didn't make him feel low or demean him in any way he just made him slave. Strangely though, Cindergrella found her step-father oddly attractive, he had a thing for those stern, silent types…or any type actually as long as he was handsome. He couldn't wait for his perfect man to come and take him away. He didn't know he wait would be over sooner than he thought.