CinderAllen and his Fairy Godperv

By: Naoi

Poker Pair Week Submission (Tyki x Allen)

Summary: Allen Walker is abused by his stepfather and older siblings, made to work as a servant in his own home. Then, one day he winds up at the Prince's ball thanks to his best friend and his fairy godperv. What happens when our poor white-haired hero's life is turned upside down?

Warnings: AU, slash, crossdressing, mean!Timcampy, language

Disclaimer: I don't own D Gray-Man.

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Chapter Two: Verbal Molestation

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Allen closed the door behind him and walked slowly up to the bed where his stepfather lay. Balancing Cross's lunch tray lightly in one hand, he held his head high and wondered what Cross would do to him this time. "Master-"

"Hold your tongue brat!" Cross snapped, hand going to his head. "And close the fucking drapes after you put my breakfast down."

Allen held back a smart remark and bowed his head. "Yes, Master." He slid the tray onto the table full of various liquor bottles and, wrinkling his nose, went and closed the inch-wide gap in the curtains that allowed sunlight to shine on Cross's bed. He went to stand at the end of the bed again when Cross sat up.

"It seems you have more time on your hands than I thought you did," Cross said as he gulped back a couple of headache pills. He glared at Allen from underneath his mane of shaggy red hair and continued, "There's a large carpet in the main hall, clean it."

"What!"

"And the windows, upstairs and down, wash them," Cross continued as if he didn't notice Allen's outburst. "And the tapestries, and the draperies-"

Allen gestured wildly to get his stepfather's attention. "I just did the tapestries!"

Cross glared. "Then do them again brat," he hissed. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Cross nodded to himself. "And the garden needs weeding, scrub the terrace, sweep the halls and the stairs, and clean the chimneys-"

"Absolutely not!" Allen interrupted again. "I'm not going near those chimneys after what happened last time with Lavi."

Cross pulled out his gun and cocked to, pointing it squarely at Allen's head. "Brat…do not interrupt me again."

There was silence for a few moments as Cross appeared to think about what Allen had said. "Alright, I'll send one of the idiots out to clean the chimneys. I don't really want that pyromaniac to blow up the chateau again." Cross renewed his glare on Allen. "You did make sure to tell him not to bring that blasted hammer of his anywhere near here again, right?"

Allen felt a drop of sweat slid down the back of his neck but nodded anyway. He was pretty sure he saw the infamous hammer in Lavi's pant pocket this morning, but he sure as hell wasn't telling Cross that.

Cross looked at him a moment more. "Don't forget the mending and the laundry then. Your brothers have made a mess of their clothes again and Jasdero said he wanted you to take in his pants another size in the waist."

Allen wondered quite how a size zero could get much smaller but nodded anyway. "Is that all, Master?" He asked sarcastically.

Cross grinned. "Why no," he purred, "you can give Timcampy his bath as well."

Said cat hissed from his position beside his master. Allen paled and watched as Cross stroked the long-haired cat lovingly. "Very well Master."

Cross dropped the gun bedside him and glared sideways at Allen, picking up his cup of coffee. "Well brat, what are doing still standing around here?" Timcampy grinned, showing off his rather large teeth.

TMAW

Allen was humming and cleaning the front hall when the doorbell rang. The horrible noises from upstairs didn't stop, so he assumed that his stepfather and stepbrothers didn't hear it. Sighing, he stood up and frowned at his wet knees before going to answer the door as it rang again.

A short man stood outside with a bag of large envelopes. "An official invitation from the royal palace," the man announced loudly.

Allen took the envelope the man held out and turned it over to see the king's seal imbedded in the wax. "Hmmm," Allen absently brushed his hair behind his ear as it fell in his eyes. He looked up to see the messenger staring slack-jawed at his face. "Thank you and goodbye," he growled at the man and slammed the door shut.

Raising a shaky hand, he traced the pentacle that was carved in his skin. He felt his throat burn, but didn't want to think about that. Slamming his fist against the door quickly, he straightened and began his walk up the grand staircase to the second floor where Cross was in the middle of 'teaching' his sons how to act like proper gentlemen.

'Perhaps it's time to interrupt,' Allen thought as he heard a particularly loud crash and cursing from the direction of the music wing.

He rushed up the stairs and ran over to where all the banging was. He waited a few seconds for a lull in the shouting and bangs before knocking politely on the door.

Allen had to quickly duck as he heard a gun being cocked. A crack rang out and Allen looked up to see a hole through the door where his head had been. A bullet was imbedded in the hallway across from the door. 'I am not cleaning that up.' Allen thought.

"What?" Cross called out irritably. "Whoever's out there better speak up now if you're still alive of I'm aiming the fucking canon at the door next."

Allen wondered worriedly where they had gotten a canon from but began to speak up hurriedly. If Cross was cursing, he was pissed, and that generally resulted in more debts if he wasn't satisfied quickly. "A message just came from the palace!" He yelled quickly.

Cross slammed open the door beside Allen. "And I should care why, exactly, brat?" He said quietly and fiercely. A large golden gun was aimed at Allen.

Allen stood, gun following him, and held the envelope out. "I believe it's the official invitation to the prince's homecoming ball…sir."

"Finally!" Two voiced screamed from inside the room. The other door was ripped open and Jasdero and David stood there panting.

"I almost thought it wasn't coming and David and I were about to go storm the castle after the general's lesson." Jasdero said as he snatched the envelope out of Allen's hands.

The gun rotated and pointed at the older brother as he ripped the envelope open. "What did I just spend twenty minutes teaching you idiots!"

Jasdero jumped back as Cross fired. Envelope flitting out of his hands and getting grabbed by David who began opening it for himself. "Always take when the other party is distracted, unless said party is the general, in which case, sneak liquor into his pockets instead of out," David replied, finally getting the envelope open and beginning to read it.

Cross shouldered his gun and grinned. "Exactly, good to see one of you idiots was listening."

"Hey!" Jasdero yelled absently as he crowded over his brother's shoulder to read the invitation.

"It says that the ball is tonight, and all eligible maidens and gentlemen are to attend." Jasdero said as David blinked at the letter.

"Wait, does that mean that Allen gets to attend too?" David asked. "No way, the punk still hasn't fixed my pants."

Cross leveled a look at his oldest son. "Do you make all the decisions now? Cause if so, I believe there are some bills that need paid." He smirked as David and Jasdero paled. "No? Well okay. The brat's not going anyways. He has too much to do."

"Aww Master, does that mean I can go if I get all my work done?" Allen blinked coyly at his stepfather.

Cross turned around to stare at his stepson. "What the fuck are you on? Has that redhead contaminated you with his idiocy?"

Allen blinked and felt like slapping himself. He didn't know what it was about his stepsiblings that always made him act so stupidly around his master, but it always invariably happened.

A hand slammed into his back. "Alright then brat. Since you want to go so bad, if you manage to get everything done, find something to wear, and take a bath, then you can come with us."

Jasdero and David's eyes widened. "Whaaaa-?"

Cross's eye glinted evilly. "Be sure to mind the last one brat, I won't be associated with anything as uncommon as dirt."

A hand gripped the back of Allen's jacket and lifted him. Allen barely had time to close his eyes and cover his head before he was tossed out the window. He heard shouts from Jasdero and David behind as he fell down towards the pavement and the gory death that awaited him if he didn't right himself.

Allen sighed and concentrated on flipping himself to land on his feet. 'Stupid Master, stupid self…'

TMAW

Allen stared in shock as he walked back into his room. All of his mouse friends were arranged around a, admittedly very pretty but still not appropriate for him, dress.

"Where did this come from?" He asked as several of them began jumping up and down in excitement.

"Surprise!" Lenalee cried as she bounced up to a bedpost so she could see better. "Do you like it?" She asked excitedly. "Lavi brought it by earlier, but we didn't think it looked very nice as it was, so Big Brother Komui came up with a new idea!"

Allen felt as if his head was mounted on a cog as he jerkily turned to look at the mouse standing proudly next to the dress. He was a mostly white mouse with a dark coloured head. His fur flipped up in a curl around his face. "Koooomui."

The mouse looked up and smiled. "Allen-ie! Don't you love it? I had to fix several things, the skirt was too short before, and your friend had somehow managed to give you a mostly sheer top." Komui tisked. "No, I had to fix several things, but it looks lovely now, right? We used one of your old sewing books that had a base design."

Reever grabbed Komui and lugged him out of the way of a flying pillow.

"I'm not going to the ball! And even if I was, I'm not wearing a dress!" Allen yelled. His face was flushed and he could feel his temper rising as he stared at the dress on the mannequin. He walked over, tore the dress off its stand, and carried it back down the stairs. As he was walking across the main hall, his stepfamily came out.

Jasdero immediately broke out laughing when he was what Allen was carrying. "Are you seriously going to wear that?" He asked. David was chuckling beside him and holding his stomach. The brothers were wearing matching tuxedos in gold. Jasdero's was a spin off his normal outfit with the sides of the pants open and just laced up while his jacket had a fur lining that was falling off one shoulder. David's had a short-sleeve top and lacing that draped around his legs.

"It looks like a star threw up on a pillowcase," he continued.

Cross was looking at him thoughtfully. "I didn't realize you were that serious about going to the ball. After all, you were screaming at your friend when he invited you."

Allen reddened and threw the dress at him. "Stupid Master, I didn't choose the dress myself! Lavi left it for me!" Cross raised an eyebrow and Allen felt like screaming. "And for your information, I was going to throw it out!" Allen stopped, panting.

Jasdero and David were looking at Allen in awe. "Temper, temper. You should calm down before you break something, right David?" Jasdero asked as he leaned on his brother's shoulder. David nodded.

"Brat, we don't have time for this." Cross said, tossing the dress aside.

"Hey wait! Isn't that Jasdero's belt?" David asked as he grabbed the dress out of the air.

Jasdero grabbed it from his and looked too. "It is! You thief!" Jasdero ripped the belt off of the dress. "And these are David's ribbons." Several pieces of the sleeves were torn off next. David got in it too and ripped up the top layer of the skirt, shredding the sheer fabric that had flowed in gentle waves.

The two went at it for a while before Cross stopped them. All three boys looked at the hole in the floor. Cross shouldered the gun and looked at his sons. "Enough. We don't want to be late to this stupid event. You two whined enough about it earlier." Cross grabbed the largest remains and shoved them at Allen.

"Clean this mess up if you aren't going to be going," he said before sweeping off to the front door, long maroon cloak snapping at his heels.

Allen gripped the fabric tightly in his hands as he watched his stepfamily leave through the door. Turning as the door closed behind them, he rushed out to the garden, eyes burning.

When they had been tearing up his dress, Allen had heard several comments on his scar and how even the best dress in the world wouldn't help him.

When he reached the small stone bench in the inner garden, he threw the dress across the stone and curled up on top of it. The wind blew a few leaves off of the tree above his head and he heard them land in the pool behind him.

'There was no need for that…I know I'm a freak…' Allen's thoughts spiraled down and he felt a few tear leak their cool trails down his cheeks.

"There, there, boy, no need to cry."

Allen felt a hand stroke through his hair and glanced up swiftly, a gasp escaping his lips. A handsome dark-skinned man was sitting on the bench under his head. His eyes were a dark chocolate colour and his hair curled ever so slightly at the end, lending the man a smoky beauty. The man smiled gently at Allen, his hand running down the boy's back slowly.

Allen felt the hand sliding lower and backed away from the comfortable lap he had been resting in. "Who the hell are you?" He asked as he watched the man for any overt signs of untrustworthiness.

The man's smile broadened and he stood swiftly, sweeping his top hat off in one smooth motion. "I am Tyki Mikk, fairy godparent extraordinaire. I'm here to help you get to the ball."

"I'm not going to the ball," Allen said slowly as he watched the dark skinned man, Tyki he reminded himself, straighten and place his hat back on his head.

"Not by yourself of course not," Tyki said, waving a hand in some vague direction, "and certainly not looking like you would cry at any moment."

Allen blinked and Tyki was suddenly in front of him, one gloved hand rising to pull Allen's chin up. "Such a unique scar…"

Allen felt tears start again in the back of his eyes and brought forth his anger to keep from getting upset and doing something he would regret. "I do believe that is none of your business Mr. Mikk."

Tyki backed away as Allen glared at him. "Alright, I can see when I'm supposed to leave well enough alone." he raised his hands, palm out, in a placating gesture. "That surely can't be the reason for you to not be going to the biggest social event of the season though?" The lilting tone at the end of the sentence turned the statement into a question.

Allen frowned, "No-"

"Good!" Tyki said, clapping his hands. "Now, we have some work to do before I send you off." The dark skinned man gave him a once-over. "Not that you need much work," He amended, winking at the slowing reddening Allen.

"First we need a pumpkin!" Tyki said as he looked out at the vegetable section of the gardens.

"A pumpkin?" Allen sputtered lightly, too curious about why they needed a pumpkin to worry about the fact that this strange, handsome, man was about to send him off to a ball.

"Yes," Tyki winked at him again and Allen noticed a small beauty mark just below his one eye. "Pumpkins make the best carriages after all." Reaching out his hand, he flicked his fingers and Allen watched as a small flock of dark butterflies flew off and surrounded the pumpkin.

Whatever they were doing next was obscured as Tyki stepped in front of him. "Let's let my Tease work out all the kinks in your transportation, no?"

Allen found himself nodding even as he heard a slight scream from Lenalee and Miranda.

"Good," Tyki murmured to him. "Now, let's see." Using his hands, Tyki began measuring Allen's body size, taking a chance at a quick grope while the boy was still distracted by his voice and eyes.

Allen came back to himself as Tyki stepped back and tapped his chin. He frowned. "I think you are more of a Fairy Godperv than any Godparent," he remarked as he processed exactly how many times his ass had been grabbed by the man in front of him.

"Maybe…" Tyki said distractedly as he looked into Allen's eyes. "Now, I think your red-headed friend had the right idea, but your mouse friends ruined it somewhat…"

Allen backed away as a few of the butterflies flew closer to him than he thought was necessary, especially after he saw the white and gold pumpkin they had left behind.

Before he could grab something to smash the butterflies, or even just turn and run, Tyki had appeared behind him and wrapped him in a hug. "Hush, boy, no need to fuss. I'll make you prettier than than the moon."

Allen registered that the butterflies had poker symbols on the edges of their wings before his vision was covered by Tyki's hand.

As the butterflies worked, Allen breathed in. Tyki smelled like spice and it was making him lightheaded. His eyelashes fluttered against Tyki's palm. He felt air by his ear and shivered. "Do I make you nervous, boy?"

"No," Allen breathed out.

"Good."

Allen blinked and his vision was clear. 'Defiantly a Godperv.'

Tyki stood in front of him, arms outspread. "And now, you are fit to go to the ball."

Allen looked down and caught a glimpse of shimmering fabric before he was shuffled into the coach. The door closed and Allen looked up to see Tyki at the window. Allen's vision was off, and he raised a hand to move his hair out of his face, but Tyki grabbed his wrist.

"Leave it, you look stunning," he smirked. "No need to thank me of course."

Allen huffed. "I wasn't planning on it. I still don't want to go to the ball."

Tyki's eyes glittered. "I expected no less, boy. Just as a warning, the spells I've used will end at midnight. Everything will return to the way it was before."

Allen looked into the hard dark eyes and nodded his head. "I understand…"

Tyki smirked again, eyes twinkling. "Good, now time's running out. Go, have fun!" Tyki hopped back as the coach began to pull out, coat tails flapping in the wind. "Go find your red-head friend! He'll be sure to show you the best places to dance!"

Allen felt his face flush and turned his head sharply to look out the other window. He wondered if he only imagined the sad look in Tyki's eyes as he told him to have fun.

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a/n: I was worried I wouldn't get this up today. If you live in the US and have been watching the weather you know the southeast is essentially getting raped today. I lost power for several hours today.
I hope you all appreciate me ignoring my History mid-term in order to write this for you. I do eventually need to write my History mid-term though since it's due on Monday.

I love Cross. ^^ Can you tell? I wasn't sure if I wrote Jasdero and David correctly, but I tried at least. It was hard to not make David completely stupid in this fic cause I always saw him as of very little intelligence and always following Jasdero's lead.
Tyki was a pain because I didn't realize before that the fairy Godmother rhymed. –slams head on desk- I can't rhyme to save my life hardly. I also apologize for Tyki's crappy section, because it was getting late and I really wanted to just get the section done. Therefore, it wrote itself, not following my plan at all hardly… -sigh- Plus, my housemates commandeered the TV, so I really don't know what the movie was like at that point.
Be glad, I almost cut this off so many times, especially after Tyki told Allen not to cry. Xp It was really tempting.

I'm not sure if I followed the prompt too well… but I think it turned out okay. Unbeta'd, in case you couldn't tell.