The king's son was a striking young air-headed lad with a head of snow white locks and a red snakelike mark on his body that earned plenty of strange looks wherever he went. He knew quite well from keeping up with the script that some so-called "princess" no one had seen before was coming, and he ran out over-excitedly to meet her—rather, him. So excited was the prince, in fact, that it was expected he would spontaneously combust at any moment.

When the pot on wheels rattled precariously up to the front steps, the prince was waiting to meet its occupant, who harshly flung open the door and stomped out, tottering slightly and blatantly ignoring the hand that was held out to him.

"Ohmygoshyouaresopretty~!" The prince burst out all in one breath. His crimson eyes were literally sparkling—how the hell?—, alight with awe at the striking beauty before him.

"Shion," Cinderzumi growled out between clenched teeth. Careful there, Princess. Behave, please. No, no, keep your hands to yourself. Punching the prince or the narrator is not allowed.

So, Prince Shion led him into the hall where all the fancy people were partying fancily. Which, mind you, is quite different from what goes down at those clubs and college parties. Not quite as exciting, and fairly drama-free. Anyway, as soon as Cinderzumi stepped in with the prince, everyone dropped what they were doing—Not literally, you extras! You're making a mess of my set!—and went totally silent. The good kind of silent. Not the "?" kind of silent. Because Cinderzumi was shockingly gorgeous. If only they could take a peek under his dress—which I know some of those perverts were totally considering—and realize that he's a guy. That would be fun.

So, everyone was busy drooling over him, who they thought was actually a her. Even the creepy old king had the hots for Cinderzumi—who should be sitting on his throne beside Queen Karan right about now. Rikiga, did you finish your costume change yet? How long does it take to take off a freakin' dre—I mean, robe? If you can't even strip yourself, how do you expect to ever strip Shion's mo—

"Excuse me!" Karan exclaimed, sounding a bit horrified. Ahem. Excuse me, ma'am.

"Sorry, coming!" Rikiga called. Finally, King Rikiga got his slow ass to the throne, where he admired the cross-dressing princess. All the other fancy girls admired his dress and totally wished they could be like him. Minus the cross-dressing part.

Prince Shion sat Cinderzumi down in the most honorable seat and later took him out dancing; during the latter, Cinderzumi was forced to lead due to the prince's inexperience. Really, Shion? Remember your little dancing session with Nezumi under the sunset? Yeah, that. You have experience dancing, so use it! Leading your poor, taller-than-you princess shouldn't be too hard!

Cinderzumi, paired with the shorter prince, looked ridiculous enough. Add to that the fact that the "girl" was leading, and practically stumbling around like a drunkard in his oh-so-comfortable glass shoes, and the narrator was ready to keel over laughing at them. Pfft, but he's keeping himself composed so he can move on with the play. Apparently, however, everyone else thought Cinderzumi was the most graceful thing they had ever seen. They must all have had the dancing skills of a drunken monkey, if that were the case.

Once that sorry excuse for dancing was done, a grand feast was served up. While Cinderzumi made an attempt to actually eat, Prince Shion was resting his chin in his hand, elbow resting on the table, with his crimson gaze locked intently on the princess's face. It was kind of creepy, actually, especially considering he was only about half a foot away from Cinderzumi.

"Back." Cinderzumi put a hand flat on the prince's face and roughly shoved him an extra foot away. He proceeded to make a small circular motion around himself with his hands. "Personal space." Then, the princess awkwardly returned to eating. Might I add that Prince Shion never once tore his beady little gaze away from him?

So, for some reason the prince decided to unload a crap load of cherry cakes on Cinderzumi. He didn't need quite that many, nor wanted to know why they were given to him in the first place, so after eating as much as a single person could possibly choke down, he found his ugly-ass stepsisters and handed the rest over. Oh, I see how it is. Pretend to be all nice when you're actually just unloading your junk. For some reason his sisters Safu and Lili didn't make the connection that the person in front of them was their sibling, despite the fact that he looked exactly the same, just with a little makeup and clean clothes. Like, jeez, people. What are they, blind?

All of a sudden, while sitting with his sisters who were oh-so-gracefully stuffing their ugly faces with cake, the clock struck twelve. Oh shit.

"Huh? What's with the 'oh shit'?" Cinderzumi glared at the narrator, eyes demanding to know the little secret he was keeping.

Umm, you should take a look at your dress, honey. And he did just that; to his horror, the thread at the hem was slowly beginning to unwind itself. If he didn't hurry, he would be stark naked pretty soon.

"What the hell is going on?" he stood, looking about frantically.

Well, see, when the clock strikes twelve, the magic wears off. Duh. Haven't you ever read Cinderella? I mean, you've read practically every other book in existence.

"You could have told me, you fucking ass!"

Language, dear princess. With that, Cinderzumi sped towards the exit, dress becoming provocatively shorter by the minute.

"Pretty princess whose name I rudely never asked! Where are you going?" Prince Shion called after him.

Even more rudely, Cinderzumi ignored him, and continued quickly down the stairs. Well, as quickly as a person could move while wearing glass shoes. "Screw it!" Cinderzumi shouted, kicking off the glass slippers. He only managed to grab one, leaving the other behind, and ran barefoot all the way home.

Prince Shion delicately lifted the glass shoe, gazing longingly after the departing princess.

Later on, when the guards were asked if they had seen a beautiful princess leave, they had not. All they had seen was a very naked boy shouting out profanities as he fled through the castle gates.

A/N: Here's part two! There will be one more part after this. The original story has two balls that Cinderella attends, but I only put in one. The cherry cake thing makes reference to the original, in which the prince gives her a bunch of oranges for some reason, and she shares them with her sisters. Cherry cake is more fitting of NO.6, though, I think~.