"Idiot son, be sure to set up for my lovely guest and I tonight when you get home," the deep yet smooth voice commanded, said voice belong to one very Marian Cross.
His crimson hair; long and wild, hid most of his chiseled features. Sharp eyes looked past half framed glasses straight to the addressed 15-year-old boy, Allen, his son.
Allen had grown much over the years he had been living with Cross. He escalated in various educational subjects (no thanks to Cross), had conned many students at school out of their lunches each day with cards and even grown double his height from when he had first arrived.
However, there were certain characteristics that never changed. For example, Allen's hair was still the same white color that made people question what Cross had done to him to shock the poor boy into having the hair the same color of an elder's and his eyes were still large and grey with an almost deceiving innocence that could fool even the most aware male.
He was still too skinny, but with his height and work out hours, he now had more of a lithe, semi-muscular frame.
"Another lady friend?" Allen sighed, eyebrows furrowed, as he seemed highly annoyed by the thought. He had never seen any of these ladies but every time he returned home the sound of either wild moans of hallow passion would sound from Cross's room or the heavy musk of sweat and sex would attack Allen's senses full force in almost every room but his own.
"Do you have a problem with that, idiot son?" Cross could care less for Allen's answer. He didn't even bother to wait for a reply before grunting and standing from his seat at his usual spot at the head of the kitchen table then exiting the room.
Allen felt his eye twitch at his father's behavior. That was no way for a :-:Censored: Cross would murder anyone who says his age:-: year old man to behave! Especially around his son!!
Allen sighed, letting out only a small fragment of his frustration as he stood from his own seat and straightened out his school uniform.
The uniforms were a bit ridiculous. Allen had no issues with the male uniform, but he did not wear the male uniform.
Cross had misfiled Allen when entering him into the school and marked him female under gender. When Allen came home crying his first day with his uniform in hand, Cross said to suck it up because he didn't want to bother changing the paperwork.
Whoever was in charge of the girl uniforms must have some sort of fetish. The skirts were to Allen's thighs! He had grown use to the draft. Other than that, everything was fine. The top was just a white dress shirt and a navy blue sweater vest with a red tie.
Cross thought it was funny to tease Allen and got him matching socks to his vest.
A throb in one of Allen's forehead veins flared as he growled, fisting his hand and shaking it at the memory.
"Get going before you're late, boy!" Cross shouted from the other room, making Allen jump and nod numbly.
.:Schoolyard:.
"Allen-kun!" a feminine voice called cheerfully as a girl in the exact same uniform as Allen ran up to the boy.
"Hey, Linali-chan" Allen smiled at his pig-tailed friend.
Linali Li was the one and only sister of the overly protective and dramatic robotics teacher, Komui Li, spaz of a man that Allen had seen more than once at his own home with cough a certain jack-ass of a father..
Linali was only a year older than Allen was and had been the second to approach the poor cross-dressing boy years ago. The first was a younger girl with the sadistic trait of glomping him and twisting on his ears.
The mere memory of the girl he recalled was named Rhode made him wince and rub at his ears.
"What's the matter?" Linali asked with a dumbfounded look as she watched Allen rub his ears with a grimace.
"Eh...nothing" Allen replied with a nervous chuckle and sweatdrop, hands dropping to his sides and behind his back.
"Brother was complaining about the PE uniforms again" Linali sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest and gave another sigh of annoyance. "He just does not think they're appropriate."
"I agree" Allen replied almost immediately.
How could he not? Allen was stuck in girl uniform in both classes and PE, and he disliked the PE uniform even more than the class one. After all, a pair of overly small spandex shorts and a semi-baggy t-shirt with the school's name and logo (a cross with the words -Black Order High- running through it) on it.
"Speaking of which, we have PE first, right?" Allen asked, running a hand through his short, choppy, snow-white hair. Linali nodded in response. Allen's response to that was his head dropping with a sigh.
"Oh don't be such a baby" Linali giggled as she placed her hand on Allen's shoulder and began to lead him off to the gym.
As the two walked off, another stepped to the spot where they had been standing. A grin spread on the young man's features and crimson hair waved with an ever-soft breeze.
Allen paused in his walking and looked over his shoulder to where they had just came from. No one was there but Allen could swear he felt someone else's gaze on him.
"What's the matter?" Linali asked, arching a perfectly plucked brow in curiosity as Allen shook his head and smiled politely.
"Nothing" he smiled with a small tint of pink to his cheeks as the two continued walking.
.:To Be Continued:.