HELLO MY LITTLE KITTENS! HOLY CRAP PROCRASTINATION PLUS TUMBLR ADDICTION ALONG WITH SHERLOCK IS NOT A GOOD MIX! My allergies are being little bitches right now but I figured what better way to distract myself than typing up the next chapter of Shinderella? It's been really warm up here during the day…it's really weird. Oh well, weather is strange. Enjoy!

Chapter 10: The clock strikes Midnight

Booker T looked over the file again. He had done what John requested him to and ran the name Sheamus through the archives. He hadn't found any Sheamus' from this kingdom, so he tried some from the Northeast. He had found a bunch of names but the only one he found that fit the description of the guy he'd seen...just didn't make any sense. He threw the file down onto the table and leaned back in his chair, running a hand over his face as he relayed what the certificate had said.

Sheamus Farrelly

Age: 96

Status: Deceased

Stephen couldn't believe his eyes, no wonder this was John's favorite place in the palace. Well...not really in the palace. He had been lead to a large beautiful garden with with a beautiful marble fountain. They were surrounded by hedges that had little flowers growing in them and no one else was around, the only sign of other life being the distant sound of music from the ball.

"Nice, isn't it?"

Stephen turned his head towards John, who was standing a small distance behind him.

He smiled and nodded. "Yeah...it's probably one of the most beautiful things I've seen."

John thought about it for a moment before shrugging. "I guess...but I've seen better."

Before Stephen could fully understand what his comment meant John made his way over to the fountain and sat on the edge. Floating on the water were dainty pink flowers with fireflies resting in them, like little lanterns. It was almost too perfect.

"You know..." John began. "...I discovered this place when I was about six years old. It was at some party, a lot like this one, and I had sneaked away from my parents because I felt cramped. I walked around the perimeter and suddenly boom, I was here."

There was some truth in that. Basically John's parents had thrown some big party for a deceleration being sighed or whatever and he had left the inside of the palace unsupervised. His parents almost had a heart-attack when they discovered he was missing but when he finally showed up he explained to his parents that he hadn't even left the property and was outside 'sniffing the flowers'. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard 'Sheamus' chuckling. He looked up and saw that he had a smile on his face with an amused twinkle in his eyes.

"You must have been quite a rebel, eh fella?" Stephen said as he walked over and sat down next to John on the edge of the fountain.

John's mind flashed back to that weird memory with him and Sheamus dancing in that courtyard. They had been sitting next to each other before those kids came out and started playing. It had occurred to John that it was possible that this person, who currently in his mind was dubbed Sheamus, had a very special place in his heart. Although...it seemed very unlikely. If Sheamus did hold a special place in his heart, whatever it may be, wouldn't have John remembered him? He did remember a little but...it was just all so confusing. Again he was brought out of his thoughts by Sheamus, only this time the other man nudged him.

"Hey fella...are you alright?" Stephen asked, concerned.

John looked up at him, suddenly feeling an overwhelming feeling at realizing how close he was to Sheamus. "Yeah...I'm fine."

Sheamus nodded, but showed his doubt by frowning. Could it be that he was being too direct? Was he pushing John too fast? He had noticed that throughout the night John would get this distant look in his eyes. He didn't want to hurt John but...he felt almost desperate. The person he loved was right in front of him, but he couldn't really do much about it. A familiar tune rang in the air and John perked up, deciding to use this as a subject-changer.

"Oh I know this song! I heard it one time at a concert." John then closed his eyes and smiled, singing the first lyrics.

Get out your guns, battles begun

Are you a saint or a sinner?

If love's a fight, then I shall die

With my heart on the trigger

John opened his eyes and suddenly looked a little nervous. Did he seriously just sing in front of Sheamus? Why was he so...open with this guys? John cleared his throat and looked at the ground, slightly embarrassed.

"Erm...you get my point."

Stephen stared at John with wide eyes for a few moments before speaking. "I didn't know you could sing."

John looked back to Sheamus with a nervous smile. "Yeah well...I usually rap but I can do the softer stuff too."

Stephen raised an eyebrow on John, now even more surprised. "You can rap?"

John thought about it for a moment before shrugging. "Well if you think about it anyone can rap, but whether or not they can pull it off is the question. I'm not sure how well I can do it because the only people who've heard me are my family members, and they're a little too motivational."

Stephen hummed in a response as he heard the song end and people clapping.

"I guess that wouldn't be very..." Stephen trailed off when he heard the next song begin.

It was his mother's favorite song. He froze physically, the memory of the night before she died rushing through his mind.

"Mama please you have to get better! You promised me you would!" Stephen had said, gripping her almost limp hand in tears.

By now almost all color had drained from her. Her once lush hair was now stringy from being too weak to even bathe herself and her eyes had only a sliver of life left in them. She looked up at him from her laying position on her bed and gave him a weak smile.

"I know Stephen I know..." She had said, her voice terribly weak. "I guess...God wants me to be reunited with papa a little earlier than I had expected."

Stephen screwed his eyes shut, a new wave of tears running down his cheeks. "No mama that can't be! Why would God want to leave me alone! Why would papa allow this? He loved you mama why would he want you to die?"

His mother laughed lightly, turning into a small cough. "I think...I think papa might have a plan for you. I don't know what but...I have a feeling that it will end with you being special, like we always knew you were."

Stephen let that sink in for a little while before shoving it to the back of his mind, not wanting to think about it. All of the sudden tears began to stream down his mother's face. He was about to ask her what was wrong when again she laughed lightly. She turned her gaze up to the ceiling and smiled, letting her eyes droop shut.

"I can hear him..." She had said.

Stephen took in a quick breath, a little frightened to what she might be hearing. "What do you hear mama?"

Her smile grew and before she fell limp from sleep she said "I can hear your father singing."

Stephen closed his eyes as the memory ended, trying to stop the tears from flowing. That had been the saddest moment in his life, next to when he thought he had lost John forever. Subconsciously, almost as if by instinct, he began singing the lyrics. Not the English ones, but the original. He was surprised that he still remembered them.

Kanashi yume o mimashita

Daiji na takaramono o

Kono te de kowashita koto ni

Watashi wa kizuka nai no

Once he realized what he was doing his eyes snapped open. What the hell? What was happening to him? Sure he had sung in front of John before but...that had been accidental! He nervously looked over to John, who was looking over at him like he just discovered the secrets of life. Stephen smiled at him and sighed.

"Well fella, I hope this makes you feel less ridicul-"

He wasn't even given time to finish his sentence before he was pulled forward and a pair of warm lips were pressed against his. For a moment he was shocked, but quickly responded to John. After all, he had wanted to kiss John all night so he wasn't complaining. He suppressed a moan as he felt a warm muscle push past his lips and press itself against his own. Hungrily he pushed against John's tongue and again suppressed a moan as his own tongue was pulled into John's mouth. He felt John's hand begin to travel down his arm and to his thigh. But suddenly John stopped and pulled back, his face a deep red and a hand over his mouth as if he was shocked by what he had done.

"Oh my god...I-I'm so so-sorry I-I didn't mean to do that!" John said stuttering.

All Stephen could do was sit there and stare at John, wondering how he should play this. He obviously liked it from his response but...he couldn't help but wonder.

"Um...no, it's alright fella, heat of the moment I guess." Stephen said, deciding that it would be the best possible answer.

John looked at him confused, his head slightly tilted to the side. "You...you're not mad?"

Stephen shook his head and and began fiddling with his necklace. "Not really...I'd explain it but you wouldn't really understand in your current state."

John slowly nodded before his attention was redirected to Stephen's necklace. He saw a word, laoch, on it and couldn't help but wonder what it meant.

"Hey..." John said, pointing to the very object in question. "What does that mean?"

Stephen looked down and his necklace and chuckled a little, he couldn't help but be amused by John's curiosity. He slowly took off the necklace and handed it to John.

"It means warrior, it's in an ancient language that comes from my native country. Of course now we speak English, but I bet even this country didn't start out speaking English. Hell English comes from Latin, another ancient language."

John repeated the word on his lips and nodded, studying the necklace for a little while longer before giving it back to Sheamus, who put it in his pant pocket. Then it hit him, today had taken an interesting turn of events. He almost laughed at the random thought, but stopped himself as not to cause Sheamus to be 'weirded-out' as the kids say now a days. He was about to say something else when he heard a rustle then panting. They both turned their gazes to a servant who looked like he had run here. John gave Stephen an apologetic look before standing up and walking over to the servant.

"What do my parents want now...um...what's your name?" John asked the servant.

The servant stood up straight and Stephen could have sworn he had seen this boy before. He had tan skin and blonde hair that was darker underneath. He also had a soft face, like he was at that age where he was stuck in between the stage of boy and man.

"Um...my name is Kaito, your highness. I was sent to inform you that the Heyman party will be departing soon, master Heyman said that he had business to attend to..."

The servant was cut off when Stephen quickly stood.

"You mean Paul Heyman?" He asked in a distraught voice.

The servant seemed confused for a moment before nodding. "Um...yes, sir. Err...I have to return to my duties so excuse me."

And with that the servant quickly left, disappearing from their sight. John stared at the path he had taken before shaking his head and turning towards Stephen.

"That was strange, I've never seen that guy around here before..." John trailed off when he saw that Sheamus was shaking. He took a small step forwards towards the other man, tentatively reaching out a hand. "Hey...are you alright?"

Stephen jumped a little when he heard John speak, but nodded before quickly walking over to him still distraught.

"I...um...I...I have to...I have to go!" Stephen said quickly before running past John, barely noticing the plinking sound and a sudden empty feeling in his pocket.

John stood there shocked for a moment before attempting to run after him, but stopped when he saw something on the ground. He slowly bent down and picked it up, realizing that it was Sheamus' necklace.

So yeah instead of a glass slipper it's a necklace. HOLY SHIT DANIEL BRYAN PINNED SETH ROLLINS! Hopefully this will help him get over his 'weak-link' issue. I REALLY want to see Payback this year! I mean I asked my dad if I could go over to a friend's house to watch it but he said he'd think about it. Oh well, I guess I'll have to wait and see. Also this Kurtis Axel guy is a load of bullshit. He keeps flipping out happy when he wins by a bloody DQ like he fucking pinned the Undertaker! That and Paul Heyman never freaked out like that when his other clients won by a DQ! Seriously it seems like half of the locker room (ok...like maybe 3) are turning into bitches! Speaking of bitches one of my dreams came true, someone FINALLY told someone else to quit their bitching (John Cena told Ryback that all he does is bitch is complain)! Sure I wish he said to a bunch of other people (Zeb Colter, Dolph Ziggler, Damien Sandow, Paul Heyman, the usual) but I'm happy either way. Well, I better edit this before you all die. Reviews are love!

Love and yaoi

~ladyknights104