Sorry for the long wait everyone! I have multiple fics I'm doing, so I'm doing my best to update them all!

Anyway, here's chapter two!


Chapter 2

The ride in her car was quiet and tense. The Gangreen leader was fidgety and constantly messing with the cuffs of his jacket. Chey paid no attention to him as she drove. She had to think carefully on how she was to approach him. She wanted him to be completely open to her. That was going to be tricky. He had two natural defense positions. Act like nothing really happened and completely shrug it off, or get hostile and refuse to talk. While everyone else had no idea on how to handle him, she did. He had every right to be weary of people. Wouldn't you after years of people treating you like crap? After a couple of minutes, she pulled into a red-painted house with a brown roof. Parking her gray 2000 Cougar in her driveway, she got out and made her way to the door, unlocking it. She patiently waited for the Gangreen leader to get out and follow her.

He looked around the surrounding area to see if anyone was around. Seeing no one, he exited the passenger side and followed her inside. Closing the door behind him, he was about to walk over to the couch when she stopped him.

"Don't you dare take a step further."

He stiffened and looked over at her. He never liked it when she took that authoritative tone to her voice. It wasn't anything like her carefree joyful pitch that her voice held when she spoke. He never liked it when anyone spoke to him in that way. Normally it would piss him off that someone ordered him around. There was only a few people who made him freeze in his tracks. Her, his parents, before he ditched the assho-

He shook his head. Now was not the time to think about them. Them, and the gang's social worker, Jack Wednesday. He looked over at her in question.

"I'm not going to let you track urine and let it soak into my carpet. Take them off."

He blinked then nodded. Understanding why, he did as he was told, taking off his urine-soaked shoes and socks. She shook her head at him.

"I mean all of them. Jacket, shirt and pants too. I bet you haven't washed your clothes in months."

He couldn't deny her claims. It was the truth. Complying, he handed her his clothes, leaving him basically stark naked, except the diaper that he was now wearing. Feeling self-cautious, he hugged himself, feeling the hotness of a blush come across his face. Without saying a word, she left the room. Leaving him alone. He decided now would be the perfect time to get familiarize with his surroundings. Looking around, he felt himself relax a bit.

The living room that he was currently standing in had maroon colored walls and a light sandish-colored rug. A flat screen TV was propped onto the wall to his left, with two sets of couches facing towards the TV, with a recliner in the middle of them. Between the three sets of furniture were small bedside stand with a lamp on each of them. A coffee table was in the middle between the TV and the couches and recliner. Underneath the TV was a cabinet filled with DVDs, CDs and a DVD player on top. A few feet away was the entrance to the hallway. Right across from him was the entrance to the kitchen. Looking to the right, he could see a stairway leading up to the second floor. On the walls hung pictures of people that he's never seen before. But it was obvious that they were from her travels. Two separate shelves held different trinkets.

He turned his attention back towards the kitchen, seeing her exit out. She smiled at him, putting her hands together.

"Alrighty then. Your clothes are now in the wash. And now you're next!"

"Excuse me?" He asked, raising a brow.

"A bath, Ace. You need a bath. It has to be uncomfortable standing in wet pee-filled socks and shoes. And that urine that went down your legs have to be chaffing by now. And I don't doubt you haven't washed off in months. So bath time!"

As true as it was, he wasn't going to risk anymore dignity then he already lost. But of course, he was really in no position to argue.

"Al'ight, fine. If ya could jus' tell me where da showa is an-" he yelped in surprise when she scooped him up. "What de hell are ya doin'!?"

"Taking you to the bathroom for your bath, duh. I'm not going to let you transfer that awful smell into my carpet."

He growled and tried to escape her grip, but she was too strong and he was forced to allow her to carry him up the stairs. She sat him down long enough to open the second door on the right. She lightly pushed him in, going in after. She pulled a fluffy purple towel off the towel rack and placed it on the sink so it was in arms reach of the shower. He sighed, casting a quick glance around the room. The bathtub was directly across from him, the toilet on his right and the sink on his left. On her sink was a toothbrush holder, holding a purple and blue toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, some deodorant and a purple hairbrush. A purple rug was next to the tub. Above the toilet was the towel rack, filled with towels, washclothes and extra toilet paper. A toilet bowl brush was next to the toilet. The shower curtain was white... with purple butterflies. He sneered at the sight of it. He never expected her to be so... girly. It wasn't really her. Apparently purple was the theme for the bathroom.

On the edge of the tub was a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, a pink razor and a bar of soap. Leaning over, she pulled out a can of Scrubbing Bubbles bathroom cleaner, sitting it next to the toilet bowl brush. Pulling down a wash-rag, she sat it down on the side of the tub and then turned the water on. She turned towards him.

"Okay, scrub yourself down. I don't have any shampoo or conditioner for men. So you'll have to use mine. And I have a spare razor if you need it. I'll bring you a fresh change of clothes and a diaper. Make sure you scrub the tub clean when you're finished. Knowing you, my tub is going to look like someone just dumped a bucket of mud in it. Enjoy yourself. I'll be back in a few."

He watched her walk out, shutting the door to give him some privacy. He turned his attention to the water running. In a way, he couldn't help but feel relieved to finally be able to take a decent shower after so long. Though with his current situation... he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable about it. But he wasn't going to look a gifted horse in the mouth. Adjusting the temperature and pulling the diaper off (which was soaked once again), he climbed into the tub, shutting the shower curtain to give him further privacy and started the much needed process of cleaning himself off.


Cartoongirl was currently in her Master bedroom on the first floor. She didn't really have any clothes that would fit Ace. Mostly due to her shorter and smaller size. Or she wore clothes that were bigger and baggier that were normally two or three sizes much larger than she wore. She was currently looking over said shirts. Which were mostly used for her to sleep in. She decided to give him one of the few that she hardly wore. The one with the rock star logo or the one with the movie premiere of a horror film that she witness a year or two ago? Deciding on the former, she grabbed the one with the logo on it and a pair of baggy pajama pants that she often wore with it.

She folded them neatly on her queen size bed, grabbing the grocery sack that still held the incontinent garments that she had purchased earlier. She pulled one out, sitting it on top of the clothes. She also grabbed a pair of white socks. Satisfied, she made her way back up to the bathroom. She knocked.

"Ace! I'm putting some fresh clothes for you one the stool. When you're finished, come down to the living room."

"Um...okay!" She heard him say over the running water.

She nodded, opened the door and placed the clothing down then shut the door. Making her way down the stairs, she turned into the kitchen when she reached the bottom. Her kitchen was basically bare, with only a table piled with papers, pens, pencils, and other items. In was the standard refrigerator, stove, sink and microwave. A rack was above the stove filled with cookbooks and recipes. A coffeemaker on the counter next to the fridge. She went over to the cabinets inbetween the sink and stove and pulled out two cups. She filled them up with tea and took them to the living room. She went back for the sugar jar, some spoons and for herself, her own personal bottle of arsenic.

Most people were shocked to see her pull it out, assuming that she was going to poison someone, but that wasn't the case. She loved arsenic in her tea. She had the strange ability of being immune to poisons. Due to a personal event when she was much younger. Another ability that she had was magic. She was a powerful sorceress. Magic had always fascinated her and she had worked hard to get her hands on every spell book she could get. She spent years learning to perfect her technique. She didn't show it off in front of Ace very much. While she knew Ace or the rest of the Gang wouldn't turn her away, it was just habit that she wouldn't use it all the time.

Many assumed from her and Ace relationship that the two were dating. Due to how close in age they were. But that was far from the truth. The two had more of an older sister/younger brother relationship. She loves Ace, just not in that way. And she was six years older than him. She knew that even though he wouldn't admit it, he saw her like a mom figure. She brought the cups of tea in the living room and sat them on the coffee table, sitting her favorite recliner as she waited for Gangreen leader to come down. They had a lot to discuss.


Once Ace got out of the shower, he saw the clothes that were left for them and put them on. Once he was all dressed he made his way down stairs. He blinked when he saw the her sitting in one of her chairs. A cup of tea was in her hands. Hearing the gangster, she turned her attention to him.

"Ah, Ace! Come sit. We have much to discuss."

Cautiously, he did. He looked to see that a cup was made for him as well. Along with a jar of sugar and a spoon next to it. He took hold of the cup, taking sip of it. He cringed at the taste. No sugar. That explains why the sugar jar and spoon was there. He sat the cup down, turning his attention to her.

"So... uh... thanks fer the shower 'nd all. It's appreciated but you really didn't need-"

"I know, but I wanted to."

He nodded absentmindedly. He held up the drink, giving an awkward smile at her.

"Can I get a beer instead?"

"Nope. You don't need to kill your braincells to forget what's happening and tea is the best to help calm stressful times. And I don't allow that cheap shit in my house."

Well there goes that plan. Sure he expected it, but it still didn't hurt to ask. He put in the sugar that he needed. The two sat in silence for a bit as they drank their tea. The nearly adult delinquent glanced up at her.

"So uh... what... did ya want to talk about."

"You know what I want to talk about."

He moaned.

"Must we?"

"Yes we must."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. This was something that he didn't like to talk about. It was a very sensitive subject for him. Though he knew that with any information that he would share with her, she would never use that against him. She wasn't that vindictive towards him. He took a sip of his drink, debating if he should. After some time, he sighed.

"Alright. Uh...well... it all started... with my parents..."


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