Disclamier: I'm not there... yet o.O

So ummmmm... this chapter needs some... warnings? Yea. Language, Gay mention, LANGUAGE. Oh, and there is also possible child abuse? Don't ask me, these things just pop up... and I think that bounding and locking two teens in a closet (after knocking them out of course) is child abuse... and brutally forcing them to clean, though my mom does that =/

So anyways, enjoy! Tell me if there is anything you want to see, sorry if this chapter isn't as funny, and for the amount of time it took for me to update! PLEASE REVIEW!

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"What the fuck is this?" hissed a very pissed off Debi as he held up a wrinkled, black substance.

Him and Jas had been cleaning for hours and they still weren't done. The only proof of their work was piles of trash bags stuffed to their limits in one corner of the room. But despite this, the room was still a mess. It turns out hours upon hours of cleaning only got you through the top layer of junk. Now the Twins were on the more… colorful trash. Or, well, the more decayed trash.

"Hell with that, I just don't want to know." Growled Debi as he threw the substance into a white garbage bag.

"HeeHee, are we done yet?" whined Jas as he plopped down on the floor, exhausted.

Debi yanked Jas to his feet harshly, scowling and hitting Jas in the head, "What the hell are you doing? Do you want the bastard to wake up again?"

Jas whimpered as he rubbed his head. He shuddered, thinking of Cross. You see, Cross had watched the Twins for the first few minutes, smiling viciously, but he soon fell asleep. The Twins, thinking it was safe, had chuckled amongst themselves as they stopped cleaning and started to remove the aprons, planning on making a run for it. But they never got that far. Cross had woken up and given that look and they had frozen. They rapidly had gone back to work, Cross dozing off again.

So, the Twins were left cleaning as Cross napped.

Debi gritted his teeth, mumbling something about Cross "getting the fucken shit beaten out of him" as he shoved Jas to get him back to work. They still had a lot left.

…

A few hours later… or maybe half a day? Who knows…

…

"HeeHee ~ Done ~" Jas sang as he skipped around Debi who was collapsed on the floor.

"HeeHee, Debi?" Jas questioned as he stopped skipping and tilted his head in confusion, "Are you dead too?"

"Shut up." growled Debi as he stood up, marching over to where Cross was sleeping, "Oi, bastard! Bastard!" Debi yelled in Cross's ear.

"Bastard! We're done! Oi, get your ass up!"

Cross's hand snapped up and grabbed Debi's collar, pulling him down to where his face was, "What was that you filthy being?"

Debi, who was already long past his limit of tolerance, if he even had one, and was hurting in the manliness points, because of the whole gay apron thing, butted his head up to Cross's boldly, "What the fuck do you think I said?" he shot back heatedly.

"Hmmmm?" Cross said as he narrowed his eyes, "Didn't you grow balls you frilly gay."

"Is that the thanks we get for cleaning this hell hole up for your lazy ass?" Debi retorted as he narrowed his eyes as well.

Cross stood up, throwing Debi face first into the couch as he did so. He glanced around, wiping his hands on his pants as if he had touched something disgusting.

He nodded, "Yea, good job. You'd make great housewives, congrats."

Debi pushed himself up from where his face had been eating couch, his face twisted with fury.

"You can go suck it you-"

"Hey," Jas cut in, his head tilting to the side in confusion, "Are you saying we're girls?"

Both Debi and Cross just stared at Jas, Debi sweat dropping and Cross looking amused.

Cross smiled, causing Debi and Jas to shudder slightly, "Have you looked in the mirror blondie?"

Jas scratched his tilted head, "Well… last time I checked Dero, and Debi, were definitely a guy…" he squinted his eyes in thought, his brain working overtime. Then it clicked, his eyes widened as he exclaimed in shock, "Unless Dero has changed!"

Jas looked from Debi to Cross, eyes wide, "Can that happen? Has Dero changed?" He gasped, "Has Debi changed too? Did you not tell me?"

Cross's mouth twitched as he tried to suppress his laughter, while Debi looked like he was going to murder Jas.

Jas ranted on, "If I've changed do I have to get rid of my chicken? Do I need new clothes? New underwear? Wait I don't wear any…"

Debi finally snapped, "Jas! What the fuck are you saying?"

"Dero's changed Debi! Maybe you too! I don't know though cause you didn't tell me… Cross said-"

"Godammit Jas! We're not girls! That was just that Bastard mocking you moron!"

Jas stared at him, "HeeHee, OOOOOHHHHH!"

Cross couldn't hold it in any longer, he burst out laughing.

Debi got up, completely set on beating the shit out of both Cross and Jas. Debi grabbed Cross's shirt with one hand while his other drew back to punch. Cross, who had still been laughing, stopped and gave Debi a wide smile. Debi's fist froze in midair as his will wavered by the alarms that seeing Cross smile sent off.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Cross said sardonically, "If you do, it might just "slip" out that you guys enjoy wearing frilly aprons and cleaning. I might also happen to have pictures."

Debi's mouth fell open in shock, his mind stunned as it comprehended the horror of what would happen if something like that got out. His mind just kept going over scenarios of what would happen… if Tyki knew… he wouldn't let them live it down… if the Earl knew… they might actually have to clean their room!... if Cyril knew… Debi stopped there, shivering at the mere thought. He didn't even want to imagine what Road would do… now that was beyond scary.

In short, him and Jas would never be able to live it down. His teenage mind stopped at that, not being able to handle much more.

Debi's hand dropped as he slowly backed away from Cross. His eyes were wide, still trying to get rid of the thoughts of what would happen if such a thing got out. All the fight seemed to have drained from him.

His face looked pained as he turned away from Cross sharply, "Fuck you." He gritted out, mad at Cross for blackmailing them and at himself for not being able to do anything about it.

Cross yawned as he stretched again, "Gladly. I'm so happy you see it my way." he lifted his hand to his mouth routinely, only to scowl when there was nothing in his hand.

"Damn. I need a cigarette." He mumbled as he scanned the room, tossing things on the floor as he looked through drawers, "This isn't worth it."

Debi and Jas exclaimed in outrage at their hard work being for nothing. They marched up to Cross, the threat of blackmail overwhelmed by their fury.

"We just cleaned, dammit!" Debi growled at Cross as he continued to throw items on the floor.

"HeeHee, yea!" Jas agreed as he squeaked and dove for an empty wine bottle Cross had tossed from a hidden drawer.

Cross ignored them as he kept rummaging through his belongings, muttering something about "cigarettes" and "secret departments".

Cross cried out in delight as his finger hit a button and a clicking sound vibrated through out the room. He greedily plunged his hand into a little compartment that had opened, pulling out a box of cigarettes. He shuffled one out of the box and grabbed it with his teeth. He hummed as he searched his pockets for his lighter that he always carried on him.

As he proceeded to light it, Jas and Debi both pointed at him and exclaimed in shock, "You're not allowed to do that!"

Debi held his stomach as he started to laugh, "You lose! I can leave you fucken ass!"

Jas started to laugh as well, relieved tears in his eyes, "HeeHee, I thought it would never end!"

"Oi," Cross rumbled out darkly as he pinched his cigarette in his fingers and exhaled a puff of smoke, "What're you pieces of shit so glad about?"

The twins stopped laughing as they smiled wickedly, "You just LOST," started Debi as Jas finished, "HeeHee ya, that's a no-no!"

Cross gave them a hard look as he took another drag of his cigarette. The Twins smiles faded, by this point they were scarred permanently by Cross's many looks. They shivered slightly as a chill ran down their backs.

"Well," Cross said slowly as he started to walk towards them, his presence threatening, "That's only if you tell, hmmm?"

Debi and Jas shot each other worried looks as they just gulped and took a step back, trying not to tremble.

"What do you-" Debi started, his voice shaking.

Cross smiled darkly as he held the cigarette in his teeth, "I think you know exactly what I'm thinking. A dead man tells no tales."

Debi and Jas's eyes widened as they both were rooted to their spots, unable to move. Cross slowly came closer, a hammer appearing out of his coat. He raised it threateningly, it glinting dangerously in the light.

The Twins didn't even have time to cry out.

…

Allen's room

…

"Hey," Tyki started from where he lounged in his chair, reading, "We haven't seen the Twins in a while… do you think they're okay?"

Road paused from where she had been clinging to Allen, trying to persuade him to put on the red velvet dress in her hands. She looked thoughtful for about a second before smiling, "They're fine."

Allen, from around Road's constraining arms, muttered darkly, "Oh no… If they are with that man then there is no such thing as fine."

"You're so cute when you plotting murder in your head Allen~" Road gushed, "But really you should try the dress. It would look soooo good!"

"I'm not putting on the dress!" Allen cried in frustration.

"Please~?"

"No!"

Tyki smiled as he watched the pair, all thought of the Twins leaving his mind. Allen really was so cute… and it would be amusing to see him in the dress.

"Road, Stop! Leave my clothes on! I'm not wearing the dress!"

"Allen!" Road whined as she struggled to try and get the dress on Allen, "Just put the dress on!"

Tyki chuckled as he put the book down, he might as well help Road or else she would never stop… and she might end up hurting Allen in the end if he didn't comply (despite how hard *cough* enjoyable *cough* it would be for her). Allen would just have to learn that it was best to just listen to Road… and Tyki wouldn't mind the feeling of being able to hold such a thing over Allen's head. It would be a way to pass the time and humiliate him… on top of getting to see Allen in the dress for himself.

…

Cross's Room

…

Cross made sure to double knot the ropes before he kicked the unconscious teens into the closet, locking it from the outside with a key. He sighed in mock exhaustion as he wiped his hands on his pants. He made his way to the window and "accidentally" dropped the key to the ground far, far below.

"Oops," he muttered as he let out a puff of smoke and smiled, "My bad." He dropped his cigarette where he was and stomped on it.

With his room quiet again, he made his way over to the couch, grabbing a glass of wine on his way that he had hidden before his room had been inspected for the contest. He lounged on his couch, flipping through the channels as he hummed to himself and took a sip of wine. He paused at a channel that read CWS4kids.

"Hmmm," he muttered as he watched the television screen, "This isn't that bad." *cough* a girl was on the screen *cough*

He continued to watch. He made a face as he noted the saddening absence of anything that makes a show worthwhile. No guns. No alcohol. No over exposure of women… no cigarettes. All the important things in life.

"Or maybe it's just the wine… Yea that's probably it. This is some damn good stuff."