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Yoko: shame on you who didn't review! *angry mark*
Kira: *sweat drop* okay, then, Yoko…

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FlamingIce94: Yes, and Cinderella is such a classic, is it not?
Olv1993: thank you for the nice comment, you'll just have to read to find out! *winks*
.Out: I'm glad of that, I do have a habit of going on tangent in real life… *sweat drop*
VeekaIzhanez: yes, looking back at my fics now, nearly all of them are pointless fluff… *sweat*

Congratulations to Olv1993 for being the only person to guess the mystery girls identity, great job!

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{{REWIND!}}
Waking up and stretching lazily, Oliver sadly glanced across his bed to the end table where two pictures were placed in small picture frames, the two most important things he had.

One was of his late family, another of his team. He was smiling happily in both, and he realized it had been a while since he had smiled so truthfully.

Someone downstairs called his name, so he quickly snapped out of his funk and lovingly placed the pictures back down before planting a fake smile on his face as he walked down the stairs to the small pastry shop where he now worked.

Things just hadn't been going well for the grass-haired boy, not lately.

First, he got separated from the team as they each took over their family business, then the family went bankrupt, then both his parents were killed.

What did fate have against him?

He had no more time to think, because Cécile, his boss, suddenly came through the door, so he had to act like he had been working the whole time instead of daydreaming.

She obviously wasn't convinced, but she ignored it, instead smiling sweetly at the younger boy.

"Oliver, great news! Word of our pastry shop has reached all the way to Italy!"

Oliver's face brightened "That's great!" he said smiling truthfully for the first time since the accident

"Yep, and that's why I'm giving you the honor of our first foreign delivery!"

Taking a sip of tea, mint to be specific, Oliver nearly choked on his drink. Then it finally dawned on him. He was going to Italy. After all these years, he might finally see his friend again.

If he was wanted.

Oliver shook the negative thoughts away before smiling happily and telling Cécile he would be happy too.

Quickly running upstairs, Cécile handed him a large white box wrapped in a purple, which Oliver gladly accepted before making his way to the airport, running back for the forgotten cake, his ticket clutched tightly in his hand.

---------------------------------That night!-----------------------

Shuffling through the crowds, Oliver looked around anxiously, playing with the end of the ribbon on his dress that Cécile had loaned him.

Yes, he was wearing a dress, and not liking it one bit.

On the other hand, it did look good on him, showing off the "womanly curves" his co-workers had always teased him for and the white and purple satin ball gown perfectly matching his lavender eyes and almost unnaturally paled skin.

And, to top it off, he had tied his hair with a little matching ribbon, also purple, finalizing the whole outfit.

O.K, maybe he was enjoying it a bit. But just a little!

Giggling to himself, Oliver made his way to the center of the ballroom to where he was supposed to deliver the cake and poured himself a small glass of wine to help him sleep after the tiring plane ride.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of bright yellow, but he shook his head nervously sure that he had imagined it, until the person walked even closer, azure eyes practically sparkling with happiness as the boy laughed.

Oliver nearly dropped his wine in his surprise, but quickly caught it while it was in mid-air, not wanting it to spill upon the floor.

Enrique was here.

'Of course.' Oliver thought hitting himself mentally. He was in Italy for god's sake, at a high-class party to boot, how could he have been so naïve as to believe otherwise?

Not that the Parisian boy didn't want to see his best friend, but… how was he to explain everything?

As far as Enrique knew he had probably practically fallen off the earth. How was he to explain just randomly coming back, not to mention never calling or even writing.

What if he had been forgotten?

Oliver tried not to think about that anymore. After all, how could Enrique forget his best friend, they had known each other since they were 2 and 3 (guess who was what) when there parents attended a similar banquet.

Oliver smiled at the nice memory. Now that he thought more thoroughly, Johnny and Robert had also been there that particular day, but they didn't really talk that much, if at all.

When he looked back to the blonde, he found him looking at him like he was a piece of meat, a look he usually gave girls he was getting ready to pounce on.

Oliver swallowed nervously, having completely forgotten his female-like appearance and his friends playboy streak.

Enrique weaved his way through the lined up girls, walking straight over to her. "What your name, cutie?" he asked in an unfamiliar, manly voice that made the cross-dresser want to swoon.

"Karine" Oliver said, his voice low and his face bright red. And he turned an even brighter shade when the blonde smiled blindingly, apparently finding pleasure in the fact that he had flustered the "girl"

"I-I really should be going" Oliver said quickly brushing past the boy, picking up his skirts in order for him to run faster, not stopping until he could no longer hear the others yells of protest.

"I'm so sorry, Enrique" Oliver said tears dripping dramatically down his face, smudging his makeup as he looked longingly back at the mansion where said boy still was, probably already forgetting her by his 'fun" with all the other girls.

Gazing back one last time, Oliver slunk into the night, the almost full moon shining brightly above, the only witness to the boys sad tale.

But for how long?

--------------To be Continued------------------
Yoko: I feel so evil! XD
Kira: correction, Yoko, you are evil.
Yoko: true enough. XD
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