Title: The Little: Cinder Boy
Author: Dream Megami
Rating: T
Pairings: 3x4, 1x2, 5xM and some others in future chapters
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing nor do I own Cinderella written by the Grimm brothers.
Notes: My remake of the Grimm's fairytale Cinderella G-boys style. This is however MY version of it so no stealing without my permission. There is some bashing in this story but it works out in the end. Oh and no talking mice.
Prelude: Once Upon a Time . . .
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Once upon a time there was a land ruled by a King with very strict rules. A land in which social status caused the civilians of the land to live in very different worlds, depending on the social rank they were given. In this land lived a very wealthy man, and his very young and beautiful wife. The wife desired nothing more than to bear her husband a strong, noble son. One day her wish came true, but as young as she was, the strenuous labor wore her down, and she fell ill shortly after giving birth to a son. She told her husband to help their son to grow up, to teach him to be polite and good, and she would wait for them at the end. With that said she passed on only a few hours after her son was born. Her husband named his son Quatre, and wept tears of sorrow and joy for what he lost and gained all on the same day.
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As the boy grew older, he visited his mother's grave every day, from spring through winter in the rain, or in the snow. The years passed and the boy matured, becoming the nicest gentleman his father knew. The boy did not know this at his age, but all good things must come to an end to make room for changes, even if bad.
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By the boy's eighth spring, his father remarried and this new wife, the Baroness, brought two daughters. They were fair and very beautiful, but they tended to be mean, spiteful, and very selfish. The sisters seemed to be extremely jealous of how the father favored Quatre. One day it happened that Lord Winner was going to the village fair to show off his prize horses, and he asked his two stepdaughters what he should bring back for them.
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"Pearls and jewels," said the eldest one.
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"Beautiful dresses," said the other sister.
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"And you, Quatre," he asked, "what do you want?"
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"Father, pick for me the first flower you see in full bloom on your way home."
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So Lord Winner brought pearls, jewels, and beautiful dresses for his two stepdaughters. On his way home he saw a red rose bush and picked a flower off. Arriving home, he gave his stepdaughters the things they had asked for, and gave Quatre the flower from the rose bush.
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Quatre thanked him and then went to his room to dry out the flower. Afterwards, he went to his mother's grave and planted the rose chips, then wept. When the father had asked why the boy hadn't asked to receive a gift for himself, the boy simply answered, "I did get something. I made mother smile by giving her flowers all summer instead of once a year." Lord Winner smiled at his son's optimism and unselfishness. He was truly proud of Quatre.
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However, things became worse for the poor stepchild by the time his tenth birthday came. While riding with his father, Lord Winner suffered from a heart attack and passed away. All alone with his stepmother the boy was treated very poorly. If he wanted to eat, he had to earn it. It appeared the boy had become a common servant that worked hard for a simple meal of bread and water. They also took away his nice clothes, and forced him to wear old gray rags that were way too big for him.
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Every day, the boy had hard work to do from morning until evening. He got up before day break to carry water, make fires, cook, wash, and even clean the stables. Besides this, the sisters did everything imaginable to hurt him. They picked on him, got him in trouble which caused him several beatings a week, and threw his bread into the ashes so he'd have to pick it out clean as best as he could to still eat it. In the evening, when he had worked himself weary, there was no bed for him. Instead he had to sleep by the hearth, in the ashes. He always looked dusty and dirty, and his once blonde hair was now gray by the soot covering it. His stepsisters called him the little cinder boy and thus begins our tale.
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Sorry my prelude sucks, but I was trying to keep it close to the Grimm's original story. This might be hard since at the end the stepsisters do get both their eyes peaked out by pigeons. I also couldn't come up with a better title. I've been feeling drained this past week. . Well the next Chapter will be in Quatre's point of view and will be more exciting I promise. I hope you enjoyed it. Remember R&R.
-Angst Faerie