Disclaimer:
1) The FF8 characters belong to me! Me me me! Er,
but only in my dreams. =P *sigh*…lucky Squaresoft.
2) I obviously do not own the original tale of
"Sleeping Beauty". I do, however, own this story. Steal and die!
=P
Warnings:
This story contains –
1) Lots of Rinoa-bashing: Rinoa fans, do
NOT read!
2) Shounen-ai/yaoi – for the uninitiated, that’s boy-boy
romance, so if you have a problem with that, do NOT read! Flames will not
be tolerated… =P
Pairings:
1) Seifer + Squall
2) Irvine + Selphie
3) There may or may not be hints of Zell + Quistis
(depends on how you wanna interpret it)
Key:
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//blah// –
thoughts
by lorien
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This happy, prosperous, and generally unbelievably
nice kingdom was ruled by a kind, benevolent young monarch, King Laguna,
and his beautiful wife, Queen Raine. Under their wise and just leadership, the
Kingdom of Loire flourished…the only thing they were lacking was an heir to the
throne.
In the second year of their rule, Queen Raine gave
birth to a bouncing – okay, not really *bouncing*…more like…um…healthy if
rather sullen – baby boy.
The kingdom rejoiced.
The happy royal couple decided to name their son
Squall.
The kingdom rejoiced some more.
King Laguna and Queen Raine decided to hold a
Royal Feast exactly one week later to celebrate the birth of Prince Squall. It
was to be a grand affair, possibly the grandest the kingdom had ever seen, and
everyone in the kingdom was to be invited.
The kingdom rejoiced even more.
~*~
The week passed in a flash, and the Big Day
finally arrived. The largest ballroom in the castle was lavishly decorated,
draped with fine red velvet and deep blue silks of the highest quality, and the
chandeliers on the ceiling – all twenty of them – had been polished until they
shone (and could you get near enough, you could see your reflection in each
individual crystal…but unless you had a really, *really* long ladder,
chances were, you *wouldn’t* get near enough). Long tables of hundreds of
different types of mouth-watering foods were neatly laid out end to end,
containing enough to feed the entire kingdom twice over.
People arrived by the tens of thousands to
congratulate the royal parents and pay their respects to the infant Prince.
And, of course, to eat the free food. (Trust me, if the King and Queen invited
you to eat the Royal Delicacies specially prepared by the Royal Chefs slaving
over the Royal Pots on the Royal Stove in the Royal Kitchen of the Royal
Castle, you wouldn’t refuse either).
When he was sure that everyone had arrived (and it
wasn’t easy, considering he had to tick the individual names off a list of
approximately ten million people), King Laguna put his Royal Pen down and
rubbed his aching Royal Wrist. Signalling for silence, he stepped up to the
Royal Stage, cradling the infant Prince in his arms.
As the trumpeters blew the Royal Fanfare, King
Laguna held the baby up in the air, displaying Prince Squall to the crowd the
same way he’d seen some guy (that, he thought, had looked remarkably like a
monkey) do to a royal baby (which, in his opinion, had looked rather like a
baby lion) in some movie that he’d watched a while ago. [1]
"I present to you…Prince Squall!"
The crowd cheered.
"Speech! Speech!" yelled someone in the
crowd…apparently not realising that one-week old babies don’t exactly have a
very huge vocabulary.
The crowd cheered some more (apparently, they
*all* didn’t have very much experience with babies).
True to his name, the tiny baby took one look at
the huge sea of people, scrunched up his face, and began to squall.
"Waaaaaaaaa!!!!!!"
The crowd cheered even more.
King Laguna and Queen Raine sweatdropped.
~*~
As the afternoon wore on, the guests ate and
talked, talked and ate, and generally had a smashing good time. King Laguna and
Queen Raine mingled with the guests and made Royal Small Talk, while the baby
Prince Squall sat on one of the tables, solemnly spearing the hors d’oeuvres
with the toy gunblade his parents had given to him. Everything was going
wonderfully.
Smoothing back her long blonde hair, Fairy Quistis
daintily nibbled on a Royal Appetiser and smiled at her two companions.
"Isn’t this marvellous? The King and Queen have finally produced a heir,
and everyone’s happy!"
Fairy Zell grinned back at her, fluttering his
iridescent violet wings. "Yeah, and the food’s great too! They actually
have hot dogs!"
He busily shoved a couple of said hot dogs into
his mouth, an expression of complete and utter bliss on his face.
Fairy Selphie bounced excitedly from foot to foot,
tugging on her short sunflower-yellow dress. "Woo-hoo! This party’s really
fun! When shall we do the blessings?"
Fairy Quistis glanced around the room, then tilted
her head thoughtfully. "Everyone’s almost done eating…we should start on
the blessings soon."
"Wemme finth mthng fefft."
"What?" Fairy Selphie blinked in
confusion at Fairy Zell.
"Lemme finish eating first," translated
Fairy Quistis.
"…oh."
~*~
After the guests had finished their food and Fairy
Zell had shoved the hundred-and-twenty third (and last) hot dog down his
throat, the three fairies were finally ready to begin the blessing of the royal
child.
Carefully carrying his infant son (who was still
tightly clutching his toy gunblade with flakes of hors d’oeuvres on it), King
Laguna stepped up to the Royal Stage again and motioned grandly for silence.
"And now, these – "
The people cheered.
" – three fairies, my – "
The people cheered some more.
" – personal friends, would like to – "
The people cheered even more.
" – will you guys *please* shut up and let me
finish?!?"
Obediently, the crowd shut up and let him finish.
"Um, anyway. Yeah. These three fairies, my
personal friends, would each like to give the Prince a special blessing."
Absolute silence.
King Laguna handed Prince Squall carefully to his
nanny, who went by the name of Irvine, then looked round at the sea of upturned
faces in front of him, millions of pairs of wide eyes all focused on him.
"…oh yeah, you guys can make some noise now."
The huge ballroom erupted in loud, raucous cheers.
~*~
Fairy Selphie was the first to step up the Royal
Stage, her shoulder-length brown hair bouncing merrily.
Nanny Irvine winked at her. "Hey,
gorgeous…"
Fairy Selphie giggled, and reached under her skirt
–
The crowd (well, mostly the men, anyway) cheered,
and Nanny Irvine goggled.
– to pull out her bright yellow wand. (What were
you thinking, you hentais?)
Seeing the bright yellow stick in front of him,
Prince Squall gurgled and waved his little gunblade around vigorously, managing
to spear a hole right through his Nanny’s expensive cowboy hat.
"My hat!" wailed Nanny Irvine, reaching
up to clutch his precious hat and almost dropping the infant prince in the
process.
Fairy Selphie swooped in and grabbed the baby from
Nanny Irvine, tickling Prince Squall and cooing, "awww…he’s so cute!"
The baby prince scrunched up his face at her.
Nanny Irvine grumpily poked a finger through the
gunblade-sized hole in the brim of his hat.
Holding the baby up so that the crowd could see,
Fairy Selphie smiled brilliantly.
"I bless this Royal Child with beauty and
good fashion sense! He’ll grow up to be a gorgeous young man, and dress in sexy
stuff like leather and lots of belts! Woo-hoo!"
With these – er –profound words, Fairy Selphie
waved her wand, forming the vague shape of the number "1" in a
grandiose gesture, over Prince Squall. She then handed the baby back to Nanny
Irvine. "There, all done!"
The crowd cheered.
King Laguna sweatdropped at the thought of his son
– *son*, not daughter – being beautiful.
Queen Raine sweatdropped as she wondered about
Fairy Selphie’s fashion sense.
Nanny Irvine was too busy leering at the pretty
fairy in front of him to think about anything else.
"So, beautiful, how ‘bout a date
tonight?"
The crowd watched avidly and waited for the
fairy’s reply with bated breath.
"Ummmm…okay!" Fairy Selphie grinned
agreeably, then playfully tapped the brim of Nanny Irvine’s hat (which was back
on his head) with her wand, and flitted off the Royal Stage.
The crowd cheered some more.
Nanny Irvine took off his hat and looked at it.
"The hole! It’s gone!"
He beamed happily.
The crowd cheered even more.
~*~
The next fairy to step up to the stage was Fairy
Zell. He gently took the baby prince from Nanny Irvine and beamed at the infant.
Prince Squall, seeing the face looming over him,
waved his chubby arms around and grabbed one of Fairy Zell’s bangs with his
free hand (the one not holding the gunblade).
"No! Not the hair! Not the hair!" Fairy
Zell yelped, trying to free his tortured bangs from the surprisingly strong
deathgrip of the infant.
The crowd roared with laughter.
Fairy Zell sighed, pulling his blue wand out from
the pocket of his oversized blue bermudas. "Okay, okay, I’ll just do the
blessing, *then* you let go, all right?"
Prince Squall gurgled and tugged on the lock of
hair clutched in his tiny hand.
"Ouch! Um, okay, anyway…I bless this royal
brat – er, baby – with the gift of intelligence!"
"Which is something *you’ll* never have, eh,
Zell?" Fairy Quistis teased, grinning at the indignant fairy in front of
her.
Fairy Zell clutched a hand dramatically to his
heart. "You wound me deeply, my dear…"
The crowd laughed some more.
As Fairy Zell waved his wand in the rough shape of
an "x" to complete the blessing, Prince Squall finally let go of the
hank of hair in his chubby fist. The lock of hair was left sticking out at
right angles to Fairy Zell’s forehead.
The crowd laughed even more.
The fairy sighed and handed the baby back to Nanny
Irvine, then flitted off the Royal Stage, grumbling about ineffective hair gel
and trying unsuccessfully to get his abused hair to stand up straight again.
The crowd was practically in hysterics by then.
~*~
The last fairy to step gracefully up onto the
Royal Stage was Fairy Quistis. Gently taking the infant from Nanny Irvine, she
smiled and cuddled the baby prince. But as she opened her mouth to speak,
suddenly…
*BANG!*
The Royal Doors to the Royal Ballrooom flew open
violently, and a figure clad in blue and black stomped into the room. A
deafening silence fell as everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at the
source of the disturbance.
Evil Sorceress Rinoa stormed up to the surprised
King and Queen. "So…a Royal Feast for everyone in the kingdom, huh? Why
wasn’t *I* invited?"
The crowd shuddered.
"WHY?!?" she screeched.
The crowd shuddered some more.
"Um, you *are* an EVIL
Sorceress, you know…and generally, people don’t *like* evil," said King
Laguna reasonably.
The crowd cheered.
The Sorceress stomped her foot childishly.
"Is that all?!?" she demanded.
"Er, and your fashion sense sucks,"
supplied Fairy Selphie helpfully.
The crowd cheered some more.
Queen Raine nodded in agreement. "The wearing
of two outfits at the same time was outlawed twenty years ago, Sorceress."
The crowd cheered even more.
Baby Prince Squall took one look at the Evil Blue
One and burst into tears. Nanny Irvine soothed the infant prince, covering the
baby’s eyes with his cowboy hat so that Prince Squall couldn’t see the Evil
Sorceress any more. The child quietened down almost immediately.
Evil Sorceress Rinoa glared. "Well, *I*
like evil! And I think my outfit’s pretty, so there!"
The King, Queen, Nanny and the three fairies eyed
Rinoa’s outfit dubiously and blinked.
The crowd booed.
The Sorceress gave the crowd the Evil Eye.
"Quiet, I’m trying to think!"
"Must be hard…" Nanny Irvine smirked.
Fairy Selphie giggled, and Nanny Irvine smiled,
gratified.
~*~
"Aha!" crowed Evil Sorceress Rinoa
triumphantly. "I know!"
Everyone stared expectantly at the Sorceress with
some trepidation.
She drew herself up to her fullest height (which
wasn’t very tall, anyway), and tried to make herself look imposing and scary.
(It didn’t work).
"When the prince turns sixteen," here
she paused dramatically, "he will cut his hand on a – on a – um – on
something sharp, and will fall into a deep, deep sleep! Then, I shall come and
claim him as my own, and we shall get married and live in a little cottage and
have lots of children – fifteen, I think – no, sixteen – no…"
She trailed off, an evil smile on her face and a
faraway look in her eyes.
"Oh, no!" wailed the king and queen.
Queen Raine burst into tears, hugging King Laguna
tightly. "Nooooo…our poor son…having to marry that…that creature!"
Prince Squall peeked wide, curious blue-grey eyes
over the top of the cowboy hat, caught sight of the sorceress, and started
wailing all over again.
Fairy Zell blinked. "Why doesn’t she just
take the kid now instead of waiting for sixteen years?" he whispered to
Fairy Quistis.
"Sshhh, Zell!" hissed the orange-clad
fairy, clapping a slender hand over her friend’s mouth. "The Sorceress
isn’t smart enough to think of that, so don’t give her any ideas!"
~*~
After the angry-but-still-evil sorceress had
finally left, Fairy Quistis stepped up to the Royal Stage again.
"I regret to have to say that we fairies are
not powerful enough to cancel the spell that the Evil One has cast," she
began sadly.
The king, the queen and the crowd emitted a
concerted gasp of horror.
Prince Squall burst into tears, and Nanny Irvine
rocked him soothingly.
Fairy Selphie sniffled, and Fairy Zell patted her
reassuringly on the shoulder.
"But," continued Fairy Quistis, "I
still have yet to give my blessing to the infant prince. I may not be able to
completely reverse the spell, but I can modify it."
She became the target of ten million hopeful
stares, as well as the pleading looks from the king, queen, Nanny Irvine, and
her two fellow fairies.
Fairy Quistis sweatdropped, and, fluttering her
wings nervously, walked over to Irvine to take the infant from his arms.
"Although this child will fall into a deep
sleep at the age of sixteen, one year must pass before the Evil Sorceress Rinoa
can claim him. For that one year, he will remain in his state of repose, and
the Curse will be broken if he is awakened by True Love’s first kiss."
Fairy Quistis produced an orange wand from the
depths of her long blonde hair, and, cracking it somewhat like she would a
whip, she formed the rough shape of a "2" in the air over Prince
Squall’s head [2], sealing her blessing.
King Laguna and Queen Raine embraced the fairy
gratefully, and the crowd cheered.
~*~
As the years passed, true to Fairy Zell’s and
Fairy Selphie’s blessings, Prince Squall did indeed grow into a beautiful and
intelligent, although somewhat antisocial, young man with a penchant for
wearing belts and black leather. He also learnt how to use the gunblade, an
immensely rare and powerful weapon. Due to his speed, strength and skill, he
soon became one of the best wielders of the gunblade in the land, and none
could defeat him.
Despite his taciturnity and the fact that he never
smiled, the kingdom still adored the young prince as much as they adored his
father, King Laguna, and his mother, Queen Raine.
All too soon, Prince Squall’s sixteenth birthday
drew near. Remembering the Curse of the Evil Blue One, King Laguna and Queen
Raine grew nervous, and ordered all sharp things to be removed from the castle.
Knives, scissors, needles, swords, and even Prince Squall’s gunblade,
Lionheart, which he usually kept by his side at all times, were removed to the
uppermost room of the castle and locked up securely.
On the day of his sixteenth birthday, Prince
Squall sat on the edge of his huge four-poster bed and scowled fiercely. He’d
been confined to one wing of the house for the next year, his parents telling
him that it was all for his own sake. They didn’t want to risk him cutting his
hand on anything sharp, lest he be struck by the curse.
He sighed to himself. He appreciated their
concern, and having to marry the Evil Sorceress Rinoa – he shuddered – really
*was* a fate worse than death. But, he reasoned, there was no way he could go a
whole year without training with his beloved gunblade; and anyway, he wasn’t
*that* careless! He’d never cut himself on his *own* gunblade before, and he
sure as heck wasn’t going to start now.
Nodding decisively, the prince quietly stole out
of his room and proceeded to prowl the castle, looking for Lionheart.
His search, however, was over only minutes after
it started. As he strode down the hallway, he had the misfortune of running
into Nanny Irvine, who had been sent to guard him – his parents and nanny all
knew that he’d try something like this.
"Heh, I knew you’d try to get out. Sorry,
buddy, but you’re not going anywhere right now…" Nanny Irvine grinned and
busily shooed Prince Squall back into his room.
Fairy Selphie poked her head out of a cupboard in
the hallway. "Is he gone yet?"
At Irvine’s affirmative nod, the yellow-clad fairy
grinned happily and jumped into the cowboy’s waiting arms.
~*~
A week later, and Prince Squall was convinced that
he was going to go stark, raving mad. He’d been doing absolutely *nothing* the
whole week – wait, scratch that. He’d been trying his best to sneak out of his
quarters the whole week, but Nanny Irvine had been ever-vigilant, and he’d been
caught at each attempt. He’d tried everything; climbing out the window (only to
be caught by a servant posted on watch at the bottom), putting sleeping pills
in Irvine’s tea (only to have the Royal Food Taster suffer instead), putting
laxatives in Irvine’s soup (the Royal Food Taster was never going to forgive
him for that one)…and he was running out of ideas.
He quietly opened his door and poked his head out
into the corridor. Nanny Irvine was standing there as usual…but this time, he
was distracted. Prince Squall looked on in something akin to fascination as a
pair of slender yellow-clad arms reached out from the hallway cupboard,
grabbing Irvine and yanking the cowboy in. The young prince smirked. Now was
his chance!
He silently slipped down the corridor, unseen by
the pair in the hallway cupboard.
~*~
After four sweaty, tiring hours of searching – he
had unfortunately chosen to search the castle from the dungeons upwards –
Prince Squall finally reached the topmost room in the castle. It was locked.
//Aha//,
thought Prince Squall, //this must be it//. Especially since it was the
*last* room in the castle that he hadn’t searched yet…
He pushed the door, but it didn’t budge.
He kicked it…but it still didn’t budge.
The young prince sighed. Evidently, brute strength
was not going to work on the heavy oak door. It may have been old, but it was
still sturdy, and strong as he was, Prince Squall knew that he would be unable
to break it down.
Time to resort to sneakier tactics.
Dropping to his knees so that the keyhole was at
eye level, Prince Squall took off one of the numerous belts that he wore, and
poked the thin part of the belt’s metal clasp through the keyhole. He jiggled
the lock gently, brow furrowed in concentration.
A few minutes later, there was an audible click.
Success!
Getting to his feet, one tired and rather dusty
prince put his belt back on and pushed the heavy door open, brushing his messy
brown bangs out of his eyes. Blue-grey eyes blinked at the sight before him.
Every single imaginable sharp – and even some
not-so-sharp – object was piled on the floor before him in a huge heap reaching
all the way to the ceiling. And lying right in front of the huge mound of
objects was his gunblade, Lionheart.
The prince blinked. Was his gunblade…glowing?
Prince Squall found himself walking slowly
forward, eyes riveted on the gunblade, as if some unknown force was calling out
to him, compelling him to touch the gunblade.
[Step.]
[Another step.]
[Almost there…]
[Reach out your hand…touch it…touch the blade…]
Suddenly, a noise behind him drew the young
prince’s attention. Hand already stretched out, his head snapped around, the
spell momentarily broken.
"Squall!!!" yelled Nanny Irvine
desperately, racing into the room, Fairy Selphie right behind him. "No!
Don’t touch it!!!"
Trying to fight the uncharacteristic fogginess
that was clouding his brain, Prince Squall blinked slowly, looking first at the
two frantic people (well, one person and one fairy) running towards him, and
then at the glowing blade before him.
[Touch the blade…touch it…touch it…]
As if in a trance, he moved his hand to close the
last couple of inches between his hand and Lionheart, pressing his thumb
against the sharp edge of the gunblade. Instantly, the skin broke and blood
welled out of the cut; the prince immediately fell to the floor, unconscious.
~*~
"It’s all my fault!" sobbed Fairy
Selphie forlornly. "I was the one who distracted Irvine!"
"No, it’s my fault…I should have taken my
duties more seriously." Nanny Irvine twirled his cowboy hat disconsolately
in his shaking hands. He looked up at the distraught king and queen, falling to
his knees before them. "Your Majesties, I have failed you," – he
looked over at the unconscious prince, who was lying on the bed nearby –
"and my prince. My life is forfeit at your hands." He bowed his head.
They were all gathered in Prince Squall’s room,
where the slumbering prince had been tucked into his bed, after his cut had
been cleaned and bandaged. His beloved gunblade, Lionheart, lay on the table
beside the bed.
As Fairy Zell and Fairy Quistis comforted the
distraught Fairy Selphie, Queen Raine moved forward to pat Nanny Irvine on the
shoulder.
"Don’t blame yourself, Irvine…you too,
Selphie. Squall is a determined boy…no matter how hard we tried, it was only a
matter of time before this would’ve happened," she said sadly.
King Laguna nodded in resignation. "Rinoa is
a powerful sorceress…eventually her Curse would have taken effect, and we
would’ve been powerless to prevent it. Don’t blame yourselves."
He stepped up to his wife and slipped his arm
around her, both finding comfort and strength in the presence of the other.
"Now, we just have to wait for Squall’s True Love to arrive and break the
Curse."
"The time limit is one year…" murmured
Fairy Quistis, looking at the sleeping prince with compassionate tears in her
eyes.
None present dared to voice the rest of Fairy
Quistis’s unspoken thought.
If Prince Squall’s True Love didn’t wake him up
within the next one year, he would have to be wed to the Sorceress Rinoa, and
would surely suffer terribly at the Evil One’s hands…
~*~
Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months.
Eventually, three hundred and sixty-four days had passed, without any sign of a
successful claimant to be Prince Squall’s True Love.
The Evil Sorceress Rinoa was growing impatient.
Just one more day, and that gorgeous prince would be hers…she lifted her head
and cackled gleefully, as all evil-and-slightly-deranged storybook villains are
wont to do. She then took out a thick writing pad and started listing out the
names she wanted to name the two hundred and forty-three children that she and
Prince Squall would have.
~*~
The three hundred and sixty-fifth day, or the last
day that the Curse on the unfortunate Prince Squall could be broken, dawned
bright and sunny. The moods of the other occupants of the castle, however, were
anything but that.
The King and Queen were frantic, as were the three
fairies and Nanny Irvine. They had already called up practically everyone from
their kingdom as well as the surrounding kingdoms to attempt to awaken Prince
Squall; princes, princesses, nobles and commoners alike had tried and failed.
Around that time, a prince from another faraway
land happened to be in the neighbourhood. Very close to the Royal Castle, in
fact. This prince was also a gunblade specialist, one of the best existing in
that day and age. He had heard that there was another who wielded a gunblade in
this land, and had travelled for close to a year to challenge this person to a
duel.
~*~
Prince Seifer arrived at the Royal Gates of the
Royal Castle at evensong on the three hundred and sixty-fifth day. Reining in
his majestic black horse, the handsome prince pulled a crumpled piece of paper
out of the pocket of his grey trenchcoat and squinted at it. "Hmm…Kingdom
of Loire…Royal Castle…"
He looked up at the imposing building in front of
him, then back at the paper, running a hand through his short blonde hair.
"Well," he mused, "this is the only castle for miles around, so
I guess this has gotta be the right place…"
Dismounting, he tied his black stallion to a
convenient tree and patted its side, smirking arrogantly. "I’ll be back
soon…just after I win this fight! No sweat!"
The horse snorted and stamped its foot.
Prince Seifer narrowed his eyes at his mount.
"What, you don’t think I can win?"
The horse just looked at him.
"The heat must be getting to me," sighed
the tall blond. "I’m starting to talk to horses." He turned around
and strode up to the Royal Gates, deftly climbing them and dropping lightly
down on the other side.
The black stallion watched him go, and if you
looked really, really closely, you would swear that the horse was smiling.
~*~
"Hmm…now what’s the easiest way to search for
this guy I’m gonna duel with?" wondered Prince Seifer to himself as he
crept quietly around the vast courtyard of the Royal Castle of the Kingdom of
Loire. He wasn’t about to just walk up to the main gates and introduce himself;
all the red tape and security checks he’d have to go through before being able
to find the guy just weren’t worth the trouble.
Turning a corner, he found himself facing a wide
stone wall, with vibrant green ivy growing liberally up the side of the wall.
//Aha!//
Prince Seifer was good at many things. Climbing,
unfortunately, wasn’t one of them. After a few times falling off and landing
hard on his rear, and numerous other attempts, the blonde prince finally
managed to scale the ivy, ending up on a small iron-wrought balcony protruding
from the side of the stone wall. Ruefully rubbing his aching rear end, Prince Seifer
looked around, considering what to do next.
Deciding on a course of action, he leapt off the
edge of the balcony, swung, Tarzan-style, for a few precarious moments on a
dangling vine of ivy, then grabbed onto the edge of a wide windowsill and scrambled
up, still managing to look quite graceful throughout the whole performance. It
was, it has been said, a characteristic of storybook heroes that they could
make anything, however ridiculous, look good. Prince Seifer’s performance in
this case was one very good example.
Getting his balance back – which wasn’t easy when
one was sitting on the side of a windowsill designed more for birds to perch on
than to accommodate the size of a human rear – Seifer cautiously peered through
the open window, squinting to make out anything in the dimness within.
He could see a figure lying on the bed – and a
pretty big bed at that – in the room, and on the table beside the bed was –
aha! – a gunblade!
He smirked to himself, not believing his luck.
First try, and he’d found the guy’s room already! He ducked his head and leapt
through the open window, landing lightly on the floor inside the room, and
opened his mouth to issue the challenge.
The words, however, died in his throat when he saw
the scene before him.
~*~
Prince Seifer’s mouth dropped open. On the bed,
obviously deep in slumber, lay a slender, leather-clad young man with messy
chocolate-brown hair, long eyelashes and a peaches-and-cream complexion. The
wan sunlight filtering in through the window played over the young man’s face
just so, highlighting the young man’s delicate features and full pink lips,
making him look elfin and ethereal.
Stunned, all the blonde prince could do was stare
at the slim figure on the bed, trying not to drool. //By the Guardians, he’s
*gorgeous*…//
The thought that he was supposed to duel with this
guy finally percolated through the lust-induced haze in Prince Seifer’s mind,
and he decided to try to wake the beautiful young man up.
Sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed – //man…he’s
even more beautiful up close// – Prince Seifer poked the sleeping youth.
"Oi, wake up."
No reaction.
He slapped the young man’s cheeks lightly.
"Wake up!"
Still no reaction.
Sighing, he grabbed hold of the slumbering youth’s
shoulders and shook him vigorously.
"Hey. You. Wake. Up. I. Want. To. Duel. With.
You!" Each word was punctuated with a shake.
This, however, didn’t work either.
//Geez…is he even *alive*?//
He experimentally put his hand under the young
man’s nose, and was rather relieved to find that the young man apparently *was*
alive, when he felt the warm rush of breath against his palm.
Prince Seifer tilted his head to one side,
considering what to do next. //Maybe he needs CPR…//
A small smirk graced the blonde prince’s lips.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips gently
against the unconscious youth’s in a feather-light kiss, and almost
immediately, he felt the young man stir beneath him.
~*~
Prince Squall sat up suddenly in his bed, blinking
and looking around in some confusion. The last thing he remembered
was…something glowing…Lionheart…his gunblade had been glowing? Yes –
[Touch the blade…touch it…]
– and he’d pressed his hand to the blade…and
then…oblivion?
//The curse…//
And then…a heated touch on his lips – he brought
his hand slowly, wonderingly up to touch his lips, remembering the tender
warmth pressed there…
All of a sudden, he became aware of another’s
presence in the room. Instantly wary, he vaulted out of bed, snatching his
gunblade up from the bedside table and holding it up in front of him in a
graceful, practised gesture.
"Who’s there?"
~*~
Prince Seifer stepped forward, out of the shadows,
and snorted slightly. "Huh, fine way to greet a visitor…"
It was Prince Squall’s turn to gape. The young man
standing in front of him was tall and lean, yet muscular, with short sun-kissed
blonde hair and lively, emerald green eyes. In short, he was absolutely
gorgeous. Squall tried not to drool.
The dark-haired prince blinked, still a little
confused, and the vision standing in front of him was not helping his
coherency, either. "You…you woke me up?"
The stranger nodded.
"How?"
"Um…" The stranger tilted his head
thoughtfully. "I…er…gave you…um…CPR. Yeah."
"CPR?" Prince Squall furrowed his brow.
Was it just his imagination, or did the stranger look a tad sheepish? He
touched his lips again, remembering the gentle touch…
"You kissed me." It was a statement, not
a question. //You…broke the curse…?//
"CPR, kiss…" the blonde prince spread
his hands in a gesture of mock-helplessness. "Picky, picky."
"Who are you?"
He bowed in an exaggerated manner. "Prince
Seifer, of the Kingdom of Almasy, at your service."
"What do you want?"
//You…//
One slim blonde eyebrow raised, Prince Seifer smirked at the dark-haired young
man, who was regarding him quizzically, and a little warily. "My, my, full
of questions today, aren’t we? Well, actually, I wanted to duel with you."
The blonde prince brought out his gunblade, hand
resting lovingly on the hilt. "This is Hyperion."
Prince Squall raised an eyebrow. //He fights
with a gunblade too? This could be interesting…//
He brought up his gunblade so that the other
prince could see it. "This is Lionheart."
Nodding respectfully, the blonde prince dropped
into a ready stance. "Shall we begin?"
~*~
Evening turned to dusk, and gradually, night fell;
the princes continued fighting. They were evenly matched, and neither had the
advantage.
As Prince Seifer swung his gunblade upwards,
Prince Squall swung his down to parry. In a lightning-swift gesture, the
dark-haired prince dropped to the floor, swinging a leg out to trip his
opponent, but, anticipating this, the blond leapt neatly to the side, swinging
Hyperion downwards at the same time. As he slipped aside nimbly, Prince Squall
swung Lionheart up, parrying deftly yet again.
And so the fight went on…
Meanwhile, in the Royal Throne Room, King Laguna,
Queen Raine, Nanny Irvine and the three fairies were sitting and fretting.
Fairy Quistis looked at her watch and bit her lip.
"Two more hours…"
"Oh nooooo…" moaned Fairy Selphie,
chewing agitatedly on her fingernails.
The king and queen sighed deeply.
~*~
They had been fighting for a *pretty* long time
now, and neither prince was winning. Although they were both beginning to tire,
pride forbade either to admit defeat, so they continued duelling.
As Prince Squall swung his gunblade upwards
towards his opponent, Prince Seifer swung Hyperion up *under* Lionheart,
resulting in both blades clashing harshly. Both princes lost their weary grips
on their gunblades, the outcome being that Lionheart flew towards Prince
Seifer, and Hyperion flew towards Prince Squall.
The two glittering gunblades spun in the air, then
arced downwards as they fell; the two princes stood, frozen. By some strange
twist of fate (that usually only happens in fairy tales…), Lionheart fell
towards Prince Seifer, cutting a shallow gash on his forehead from left to right,
and Hyperion did the same to Prince Squall, except the cut on his forehead was
from right to left.
As the two gunblades fell to the carpeted floor
with a thump, the two princes stared at each other in shock. Prince Squall
recovered first, starting towards Prince Seifer worriedly. "I’m so
sorry…"
"No, no, it was my fault…are you okay?"
The blonde prince grabbed some tissues from the nearby nightstand, wiping the
blood from the gash on Prince Squall’s forehead.
Grabbing some tissues as well, the dark-haired
prince did the same for his companion, concern written all over his usually
unexpressive features.
"There’s not much blood…the cuts must be
quite shallow, we’ll be fine…" Prince Seifer trailed off, blushing as he
suddenly realised that he was standing *very* close to the beautiful
brown-haired prince.
Squall felt himself flush as he realised that he
and the gorgeous blonde prince were practically nose-to-nose with each other.
Blue-grey eyes met emerald green, and for a heartbeat, time seemed to stand
still…then something suddenly occurred to Prince Squall.
//The curse…broken by True Love’s first kiss…//
//True Love…?//
//Seifer…?//
Taking a step forward, Prince Squall closed the
distance between them, and, nervously placing his hands on Prince Seifer’s
shoulders, gently pressed his lips to the blonde prince’s.
Prince Seifer’s eyes widened in surprise for a
second, then slowly slid shut as the taller prince melted into the kiss,
sliding his arms around Prince Squall. //This feels so right…somehow…//
//Seifer…true love…//
~*~
Fairy Zell checked his watch and frowned.
"Fifteen more minutes…" His voice, shaking slightly, was barely above
a whisper.
King Laguna was pacing up and down the Royal
Throne Room worriedly, while Queen Raine, Fairy Quistis and Fairy Zell sat on
the Royal Couches, shoulders slumped dejectedly. Nanny Irvine was busy
comforting Fairy Selphie, who was sniffling miserably.
King Laguna looked up, face pale and drawn.
"I guess we should go up to Squall’s room now…maybe we can prevent the
Evil One from taking him…somehow…"
They all trooped reluctantly up the stairs to
Prince Squall’s room, far from eager to see the horrible fate that was to befall
the young prince.
When they reached the door to the prince’s room,
however, far from the silence they had expected, they heard what seemed like a
loud commotion coming from inside the room.
Fairy Quistis’s eyes widened. "She’s come for
him…but…but…she’s early! That shouldn’t – it *can’t* – happen!"
As one, they pushed the door open and rushed into
the room, almost tripping over each other in their haste.
~*~
The sight that greeted their eyes, when they
entered Prince Squall’s room, was a strange sight indeed.
The most obvious bit of…weirdness…was that the
sheets on the once-pristine bed were messy and rumpled, and there appeared to
be a struggle going on under the thick sheets. A very loud, violent struggle.
Her protective Mother’s Instincts™ taking over,
Queen Raine grabbed the nearest weapon at hand – which happened to be a large
vase – rushed over to the bed, and started beating on it with the vase,
screaming, "leave my son alone! You can’t take him away from me! STOP
IT!!!!"
As the fairies, king and nanny looked on, stunned,
Queen Raine continued beating on the bed and screaming, and the struggles under
the sheets abruptly ceased.
"Ow! Ow! Stop the beating already!" A
blonde head poked out from under the blankets at the foot of the bed, blinking
blearily up at the angry queen. "Er…hi?"
Queen Raine blinked.
"Who are you?" continued the blonde
stranger.
The queen’s mouth dropped open. "Who are
*YOU*?!?"
Another head, a dark-haired one this time, poked
out from under the blankets at the other end of the bed. "He’s Prince
Seifer, from the Kingdom of Almasy."
"SQUALL?!?" gasped the king and queen in
unison.
"PRINCE SQUALL?!?" the fairies and Nanny
Irvine chorused, eyes wide in shock.
The dark-haired prince blinked…as the blonde one
tried to unobtrusively grab his clothes – which were lying carelessly on the
floor beside the bed – and drag them under the blankets to put them on.
"Seifer broke the curse," offered Prince
Squall. "He came in through the window and kissed me, and I woke up, and
he’s my True Love."
For the usually taciturn Prince Squall, that was a
long speech indeed. And to top it off, he smiled…his first real, true smile.
"My little baby’s all grown up now…"
Queen Raine smiled blissfully and fainted in King Laguna’s arms out of sheer
happiness. King Laguna himself was grinning from ear to ear.
The fairies cheered. Fairy Selphie hugged an
ecstatic Nanny Irvine tightly, while Fairy Zell and Fairy Quistis embraced,
tears of joy in their eyes.
And in her lair somewhere far, far, away, the Evil
Sorceress Rinoa screamed with rage.
~*~
Prince Squall, meanwhile, had just realised that
Prince Seifer was trying to get his clothes back on. "Hey! What’d you
think you’re doing?"
He tackled the blonde prince from across the bed,
and Prince Seifer’s clothes promptly flew right out from under the blankets
again.
And then, the commotion under the blankets started
right up again.
Noticing this, King Laguna tactfully declared that
after the excitement of the evening, they all needed a good rest, and added
that anyway the happy couple would probably like a little privacy, and beat a
hasty retreat from the room, carrying the happy (and still unconscious) queen
in his arms.
The fairies and Nanny Irvine followed soon after,
Fairy Selphie clinging tightly to Nanny Irvine, while Fairy Zell and Fairy
Quistis were arm-in-arm.
It looked like everyone got their happy ending.
Well, except the Evil Sorceress Rinoa, of course.
The moral of the story? Good always wins and evil
always loses.
Oh, and being a villain isn’t a very lucrative
career if you’re not very intelligent.
Ahhh…finally finished! The longest one-shot I’ve
written so far. C&C, onegaiiiiii? :)
Footnotes:
[1] Ever
watched Disney’s "The Lion King"? *grin*
[2] For
any Gundam Wing fans reading this – check out what the fairies wrote with their
wands. Selphie wrote a "1", Zell wrote an "x", and Quistis
wrote a "2". Geddit? Geddit? *grin* …and yes, I am an avid 1x2 fan.
;) For the non-Gundam Wing fans here, well, nevermind about this. ^_^