And here to kick off the Disney-a-thon is none other that then the thoroughly over used Cinderella High School AU. I apologize for taking the easy way out, have some cliché Abused!Arthur Cinderella to make up for it.

Movie: Cinderella

Gimmick: High School AU

Rating: T for language and child abuse

Part: 1/3

His world was dark. It didn't used to be. Once upon a time, his world was filled with light, a woman who loved him and hugged him and sewed up his stuffed unicorn. Once upon a time.

But that light died, and he fell into the blackness. So much blackness after that, black suits, black balloons, black coffin, black veils,

Black hearts.

Daddy brought home what was supposed to be his new light afterwards. She was sweet around daddy, but let his new brothers hit him and pull his hair and make him sleep under the porch.

Daddy didn't come around much after a time. Every time he did he gave Arthur a twenty and left.

It wasn't long before he didn't come around at all. New Mommy said good riddance and started inviting new Daddys over. They never lasted long, the record was two months in third grade.

It was around new Daddy Vash that Arthur met Alfred. Fourth grade, Romano was being jerk to him by the swings and Arthur knew if he started a fight here it would follow him home like shadow and he would sleep under the porch again.

Or in the fish tank. That was Mommy's new favorite.

Alfred did what Arthur could not, he punched Romano in the face. Sure, it started a fight and Alfred ended up at the nurse, but Alfred had laughed it off and said he was just being hero, because he was awesome like that while Arthur kept the tissue pinched around his nose while the boy was flailing in attempt to recount the event.

Alfred had become his new light, a smiling beacon of normalcy that had so alluded Arthur. For the first time, square meals, pillows and sleep over's, laughter became a part of Arthur's routine. His bruises and burns started to go away and Mommy seemed happier now that he was out of her hair for hours, sometimes day at a time.

But after a while, his little ray of sunshine was darkened by a little cloud of suspicion. Alfred started to ask why he always had bruises and cuts, and he wasn't satisfied with Arthur's old literary of excuses. They yelled a lot, Alfred saying that it was very much is business and Arthur that it wasn't, so your damn trap, git.

Alfred came to visit a lot after fights, when he thought his friend was asleep. He climbed through Arthur's window (He had long since out grown the porch and fish tank and the basement had been converted into a rec. room) bearing gifts, usually a blanket or pillow and tucked his friend in, kissing his forehead before disappearing back out the window. Neither acknowledged it.

They remained friend through middle school, during which Arthur's mom found a new use for the little bastard of a bother. Apparently, Arthur had a knack for a domestic chores, enough to warrant doing all of them, until it hurt to move and then he had to go to school.

Alfred seemed happier when the physical abuse seemed to taper off as they entered high school, the first year of which was extremely awkward for Arthur as Alfred's new friends found amusement in talking about people he didn't know. He found himself hanging around the new Japanese transfer, much to Alfred confusion when he said he couldn't sit with them anymore.

He liked his new friends, Kiku, the Japanese student, and Ludwig, a German who was best friends with his stepbrother Feliciano, which meant that both Feliciano and Romano sat with him at lunch, along with a Spaniard who seemed to be afraid of Arthur.

It was a little awkward, as his stepbrothers' elitist attitude transferred from home world to school world, but they no longer decided on corporal punishment as means to exert their superiority. They simply increased the amount of chores he had to do, or outright lied to their Mother so she could hit him for them.

He ran away a lot, though it was only to Alfred's for a little while before he had to go back. Alfred hated letting him go back, as he told him every time he did. But Arthur had no other home, and although Alfred's parents said they liked having him over they got a very weary look when they went to wake their son up and they found him on the floor with a Brit having stolen his bed.

As they would find him in the morning, though the thought didn't really stop him from knocking on Alfred's window at his late hour of four in the morning. It was raining, and he just wanted to get inside as soon as possible.

The window slid open, granting him access. He closed in behind him after touching down on the carpet.

Alfred was on him almost immediately, worry clouding his cerulean eyes along with fatigue.

"Did something happen? Are you hurt? Do I need to call the cops? Should I get my gun? Can I-"

Arthur rolled his eyes and placed a finger over the boy's lips, silencing him. "No, I just needed to get away for a while." Which they both knew meant yes to all of the above.

Alfred smiled his winning grin, the fake one he used to charm is little fan club "I know what you mean, be right back kay, you're soaking." He returned with a towel, a fresh t-shirt and sweatpants.

Usually, Arthur would duck into the bathroom to change, but the cleaning chemicals he had drowned in had taken their toll, addling his brain until there was nothing left but the over whelming desire to sleep. He was surprised he didn't fall asleep on the way over here, actually.

His movement were clumsy, he could barely find the edge of his own shirt.

Alfred chuckled at his struggle. Git "Dude, you need help?" He asked with a teasing smirk.

"Well I wouldn't mind some." He shot back, feeling smug through his haze when Alfred's face turned a dark red. The American shook off the flush and smiled, this time a real one, eyes gleaming.

"Ok, but don't forget, you asked for it."

"Wha-" Was all he could get out before his shirt was pulled over his head.

"There, I helped."

"Bloody git!" He roared and tackled the American, who laughed so hard he almost forgot to fight back.

Almost.

They tussled on the carpet, Arthur grunted pushing back with all his might as Alfred easily pinned him to the ground, chuckling.

"I win." He said with an easy smile. That smile started to slide off his face as his eyes raked further down the pinned Brit's naked chest, contorting into a look of anger. Arthur glanced away, ashamed.

Cut, scars, bruises, burns littered his chest, evidence of a life long one sided war.

Alfred traced the longest scar, curving from his chest to the middle of his stomach, his finger shaking, expression one of fathomless anger and sorrow.

Arthur cleared his throat "Alfred…" The American pulled him into a tight hug, which would have induced panic had it been anyone but Alfred.

The bigger blonde spilled meaningless words of comfort, babble that went through one ear and out the other, but the intention of the words went straight to his heart and warmed it.

"- Gonna be ok, I'm not gonna let them hurt you anymore, I'ma save you, promise."

Arthur gave a hollow chuckle as their forehead touched, faces inches from each other "Still the hero, Alfred?"

He forced a smile "Always."

His world was still black, and his one ray of sunlight was beginning to cloud over, but moments like this made him feel like grey skies were going to clear enough to let him get a glimpse of the sun.

1st part, should be two more before it done.

Updates might be inconstant because I have another story, but they will get up, even if it kills me *Heroic music*

Movies already planned:

Aladdin

Pocahontas/Tarzan

Enchanted

The Incredibles (?)