A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. In this chapter, there will be slight parodies, humor, lemons, curses and inappropriate talking scenes. Anyway, thanks for being my loyal readers and continuing to read and review.

"The heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature."

― Antoine François Prévost, Manon Lescaut

A Father's Love

It was during a beautiful sunset when Malice had finally arrived to her room with Charon. The sun was now completely down as he sat n her bed, not mentioning a word about the dark furnishings. Malice rubbed a hand over her hair, smoothing out the uneven hair, which stood out. There was a bitter taste in her mouth, much like blood. It probably was from the when she bit her lip after helping Raven. The girl was strange to her. She wasn't anything like her mother, who wanted to be the evil queen. She tolerated Apple's constant dissing of her dreams, but then again, Apple had the right, Raven was suggesting that she would stop her destiny from occurring, altering Apple's fate as well. The entire royal-rebel thing was hurting her head. Malice didn't even know what SHE was going to be. Both sides seemed stupid and pointless, but maybe she could pass as a roybel, like Poppy was.

"Malice," Charon said, dragging her from her thoughts, "Where's the bathroom?"

"Third door to the right, I'll conjure up some clothes for you." Malice stated, going back to her thoughts.

A small smirk appeared on Charon's face at the innocent clueless look that swept across his long time friend's pale face. She reminded him of a child sometimes, proving the fact that she hadn't changed alot. Slowly, his eyes looked a little lower before looking away. 'Maybe that's changed.' he thought with a blush.

The bathtub was basically like a pool and a hot tub mixture. On the roof, there were intentional holes that allowed water to drizzle down, like rain. There was also a faucet, to fill the tub up if you didn't want your hair wet. There was a sink, with a large mirror above, laying horizontally. There were two towel racks on either side of the room, with two doors, one to exit, and another leading to the toilet. The floor was covered with pearl tiles except for by the tub, which had a mat, so you don't wet the floor or slip.

Charon slid into the tub with warm water and bubbles that literally started floating around him, before rising and popping, then creating more. The bubble bath was obviously enchanted. As he lied back, letting his hair fall into the water, he heard a 'splosh' sound. Opening his eyes, he saw nothing, then Malice's head popped out of the water, startling him.

"How long were you under there?" he asked suspiciously.

"Fourteen seconds."

"You didn't..." he trailed awkwardly, blushing a bit.

"Don't worry, I didn't have my eyes opened, its just pure look I even ended up in front of you." Malice said, giggling.

Malice swam over to the side of the tub, their feet now touched. Bubbles covered her chest area, shielding them from being viewed. Just as Charon was about to say something else, someone walked in.

Headmaster's Office Next Day...

"Malice Amythicent Grimm," Milton addressed angrily, "Would you please explain why the likes of HIM and YOU were in the BATH TOGETHER, and may I add NAKED!"

"You're completely overreacting, father. The bubbles covered our body part and crap. It isn't like we were actually doing something together." Malice stated, rolling her eyes.

"That's beside the point. Boys and girls aren't supposed to be in their dorms together."

"And exactly HOW WAS I CONCEIVED?" Malice asked, a scarlet and orange eye color looked at her father.

Milton studdered on his words, whilst Charon tried not to laugh. Even the gargoyles in the room stiff led their laughs at how flustered the headmaster was at his daughters comment.

"You are grounded for a week."

"Good, because I'm pretty sure I never leave my room."

"But now you have a curfew of nine instead of eleven." Milton said, causing Malice to glare at him with red eyes. She was obviously angry now.

"Whatever."

The bell rang, signalling time for their first class. As they left, Milton heard his daughter mutter something to Charon, "I fucking hate him sometime, why can't he just trust me!"

Milton wanted to reach out and tell her how much he trusted her, but he knew that it would partially be a lie. He trusted her, but when it came to boys...that was an entire other story. 'Hate?' he thought, 'That's what you always say about me.'

A/N: Hey party people, the warninng up there was for the entire story, meaning that there will be possibilities of those later on in the story. Anyway...

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