(Rarely updated!) All Things Twisted Wonderland (Minus Smut)

All Because of a Game (Ace x Deuce)

Yelling could be heard all throughout the Heartslabuyul dorm and it woke Deuce up.  He immediately threw open the door and ran to investigate the noise only to find it was just Riddle yelling at Ace. . . Again.  This time, it was because Ace forgot to iron his shirt and so there was a small wrinkle in it. Luckily for Ace, it wasn't a rule to have your shirt completely rid of wrinkles, so at least he didn't get that stupid magic sealing collar placed on him, so, he considered himself lucky.  After a while, Riddle finally stopped scolding him, assigned him a three thousand apology letter to be handed in about why he chose to have his shirt wrinkled and walked away, slamming the door.  "Ugh! This stinks!  How am I supposed to write an apology letter about one small wrinkle in my uniform?"  Ace asked.  Deuce was trying to be helpful,

"Can't you ask Epel?  I'm sure he's done that many times before."  Deuce pointed out, knowing how strict Vil was when it came to how Epel presented himself.

"You actually make a good point, for once-"  Ace admitted.  He marched all the way over to the Pomefiore dorm.  Deuce was just standing there, dumbfounded,

"I. . . Made a good suggestion?"  He asked, not believing his ears.  He finally processed that Ace actually gave him a compliment and pumped his fist in the air, "See, Ace!  I'm smarter than you think!"  He yelled to nobody in particular.  

After a little while, Ace marched back into the dorm and slammed a thick stack of paper on the table, "There!  My hand cramped up several times from writing this, so, it better be good enough!"  Riddle entered the room once more,

"Oh, you're back.  Did you finish your apology letter?"  He asked.  Ace picked up the stack of papers and shoved them over to the dorm leader.  The dorm leader looked not impressed, "Ace, your paper consists of the words, 'I'm very sorry.' When I said three thousand words, I didn't mean to write the word, 'very' two thousand nine hundred ninety eight times. . . Redo it!  I better have a proper apology, or, it's off with your head!"  

Deuce was just chilling in the room while watching Riddle scold Ace.  After Riddle left, he spoke up, "I thought you went to Epel for advice?"  He said.  Ace sighed.

"He just looked at me and asked, 'you get to write an apology?' and then when I nodded, he said that he couldn't help because he gets an ironing master class instead of this stupid apology letter!  I'm so done with our housewarden! You know what, if he wants to make my life miserable!  I'll do the same to him!"  Instead of writing his apology letter, he came up with things about him that annoyed Riddle,

"You just wrote 'being alive.'"  Deuce pointed out.

"It's true, though!  Wait!"  Ace scribbled down an idea,

"Now that says. . . 'When you're with me.'"  

"Exactly, now, let's play a game of chicken!"

"Huh?  I don't know how I feel about this. . ."

"Don't tell me you're scared!"  Ace immediately started to imitate a chicken. 

"No, I'm not!  I'll play!"

"Alright, first one to chicken out, loses!"  

With that, the two decided to start small and parade around the dorm, holding hands.  Unfortunately, Riddle didn't seem to care that much.  In fact, he enjoyed the peace and quiet he got from the duo not bickering, so, the duo stepped it up.  During dinner, the two made a show of feeding each other.  Both of them absolutely hated it, however, they made sure to exaggerate as much as possible to annoy Riddle.  However, that also somehow didn't work.  Riddle was honestly just glad that he wouldn't worry about another food fight breaking out.  Actually, it didn't matter what cheesy couple thing they did around the dorm, Riddle didn't really care.  In fact, somehow Riddle liked it more because he wouldn't have to worry about Ace and Deuce blowing up the dorm because they had conflicting potion ideas for a homework assignment.  However, Riddle didn't like how their grades were dropping.  He knew they were low before, but, they both were now failing tests.  They were in danger of failing a grade, something that Riddle would never accept.  He marched into their room,