Author's Note: This is a Faery Tale fic that has come a loooong way from
the actual tale. A.k.a Lissa has taken the Grimm story Briar Rose(Sleeping
Beauty) and twisted it, so that only the basic sleep until kissed is the
same. If this for some reason bothers you, please leave. Also this is/will
be Yaoi. It might have lemon. I don't wish to be flamed, but if you choose
to disregard the warnings I have not only place on the summery but in
this note, so be it. I li'l s'mores as much as the next person. ^.^
Warnings: Shounen ai as of yet. Sap? OOC? Relena Bashing!
Disclaimer: Bleh, don't own them. Wish I did. Except Relena. *cringes*
Pairings: 1+/x2. 3+4. R+1
Rating: PG(But it may rise if I feel the need for cuddle sessions)
of Fate + Prologue
"So beautiful," a
high voice whispered reverently. She trailed a finger over the high cheekbone
of a man's chiseled face that was currently being reflected in the mirror
the woman was standing before. "I must have him. He's absolutely
splendid," the woman cried, flinging a lock of golden hair over her
narrow shoulder. "Mirror, show me more of this man," she commanded,
her blue eyes shining with a strange light as she waited eagerly.
The looking-glass went smooth, no longer reflecting the face of the man,
not even the face of the woman standing before it. The silver glass shone
matte against the light, not allowing the barest sparkle to mar it's surface.
Then the tiniest of ripples started in the center, spreading gracefully
outward until the entire surface was a quivering mass, a myriad of colors
shifting on the surface like a kaleidoscope.
When the mirror ceased to move once again it held a picture of a couple,
one of them the man from before, standing with arms encircling another,
as they gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. "No, no, no!"
the woman shrieked and flung an arm. The picture dissolved, the rematerialized
into another, this one of the same man from the first reflection leaning
down and gently pressing his lips to the other's. "This can't be
right!" she cried in denial, her eyes flashing angrily as the reflection
changed yet again, this time with the pair lying peacefully in bed, curled
into one another. "It cannot be! He's mine!" she screamed, never
mind the fact that she had never once actually met the man she claimed
She turned away from the looking-glass, and moved the stand thoughtfully
by her window, gazing out at the stars twinkling merrily in the sapphire
sky. ::Like his eyes...:: "Tell me, mirror, who is that man,"
she asked, her voice ringing clearly as she spoke to the mirror.
"Prince Heero of the first continent, Majesty," an echoing voice
"Heero..." she murmured, lifting a finger to hold above a flickering
flame. "And the other?" her voice darkened and she snuffed the
"Prince Duo of the second continent, Majesty."
"Prince?" she questioned shrilly, her mouth turning down in
distaste. "There must be a way to separate the two. I must have that
man. Heero..." she said again.
"If I may, Majesty?" the echoing voice trailed off and the woman
turned to face the wizened old man now visible on the surface of the looking-glass.
"You will not be able to drag them apart now, short of death and
even then the other would surely follow not long after," Pargan stated.
The woman's blue eyes darkened and she opened her mouth the return heatedly
but the old man's echoing voice continued before she could interrupt.
"However, Majesty, if you were to intercede before the two actually
met, the Prince you want would fall easily into your hands."
"You suggest I go back in time, Pargan?" she asked, her lips
"And I could have him? Prince Heero would be mine?"
"Your idea has merit, Pargan," she said and moved into her study
to prepare, not noticing three pairs of eyes watching her every move from
"We cannot allow her to do this!" a black-haired boy exclaimed,
his equally black eyes flashing angrily. "It's injustice, trifling
with the fate of others to serve your own designs."
"Wufei, calm down," a little blonde said soothingly as he nibbled
on his lip in his own obvious distress. "There's nothing we can do
to stop her, really. She's stronger then the three of us, ne Trowa?"
The tall one nodded from where he stood, arms crossed and leaning against
"I don't like this! That witch is always using her majiks for wrong,"
Wufei grumbled, joining Trowa in a similar position.
The blonde nodded, he aquamarine eyes shining thoughtfully. "I think
I have an idea!" he cried and looked to first Trowa then Wufei.
"What is it, Quatre?" Wufei asked impatiently at the same time
as Trowa raised a reddish eyebrow.
"Well, we could follow her, couldn't we? If we did something to counteract
whatever spell she casts, there's a chance we could save the boy, isn't
"Hai, but you said it yourself, Quatre, we're not as powerful as
"But, we're smarter," he said and the other two nodded. "There
are always holes in her spells, no matter how strong they originally are.
We will find a way."
The room was filled to the brim with masked, colorfully clothed people.
Conversation was mostly swayed to one topic -- the King's new son. After
near to twenty years of trying, yet not succeeding, King Maxwell's beloved
wife had finally gifted him with an heir, and today was to be the infant's
first day to be viewed by his people.
"It's a relief we made it here before her," Quatre whispered
to his companions, his blue-green gaze riveted on the cradle rocking between
the two thrones that sat on a raised dais.
"Of course we did," Wufei snorted. "She takes hours to
prepare until she's finally satisfied with her appearance," he said,
muttering something under his breath.
Trowa nodded his agreement just as the large pair of doors at the front
of the hall flew open, revealing a smiling blonde in a flowing mauve gown.
A hush fell over the room as she strode in determinedly, her chin raised
high. "A party? And I wasn't invited. How very rude," her high
voice rang across the room and the crowd parted in confusion, giving her
a clear path to the dais.
"And who would you be to disturb our gathering?" King Maxwell
asked coldly and he stood, robes swishing around his ankles at the movement.
"Relena," she said simply and dipped a mocking curtsey.
"The sorceress?" the king moved to stand at the front of the
dais. "Forgive us our lack or courtesy, Lady"
"I'm afraid I just cannot do that," she cut in, finally coming
to a stop before the cradle. "Ah, the new heir. Duo, is it?"
She looked up the see the king nod. "Odd name," she commented
absently, looking away. Then her gaze focused on the king again and she
raised a delicate blonde brow. "This child shall die"
"Now see here!" King Maxwell started but Relena waved a hand
and the words ceased. The man's own hand coming up to grasp his throat,
his pale blue eyes shining with pained confusion. Wufei's onyx eyes darkened
furiously as he watched, but Quatre laid a restraining hand on his arm
when the dark-haired boy made to move forward. They all new how much a
silence spell hurt, but could do nothing without making their presence
known to the witch. "Never interrupt me," Relena snapped
angrily before continuing her last statement. "This child shall die
before long by the..." she trailed off and thought for a moment.
"Spindle of a spinning wheel. Yes, a spinning wheel, there's enough
of those around." Quatre was hard-pressed not to choke on laughter
then. ::A spinning wheel?!::
The queen had moved her child from his cradle then and was holding Duo
tight against her chest, "Why? Just because you were not sent an
invitation?" she queried mournfully. "Iie, I have my reasons,"
Relena said vaguely and did not elaborate. Her task accomplished, the
blonde turned on heel and walked gracefully away, disappearing in a burst
of steel blue smoke before she reached the door.
"What are we going to do now?" the queen asked softly looking
into her husband's sad eyes as he moved to stand beside her. Maxwell opened
his mouth the reply but his face clenched with pain and his mouth snapped
shut. Relena hadn't removed the silence spell.
Trowa nodded at Quatre questioning look and the blonde boy separated from
the crowd and walked quickly to the dais. His sympathetic gaze locked
with the king's and he raised a hand, pressing it gently to the man's
throat. "You can speak now," he whispered softly, his eyes lowering.
"I thank you."
Wufei and Trowa stepped forward simultaneously then, Trowa moving to stand
closely behind the blonde boy and Wufei at their side. "We can help,"
"You can? How?" Maxwell said eagerly, almost too afraid to hope.
::That they could overpower a sorceress...::
"Not overpower. Outwit," the banged boy stated in a near monotone,
drawing the king's startled gaze to him.
"How did you..?"
"Never mind that," Quatre cut in quickly, shooting the taller
boy a brief look. "We can unfortunately only change the spell, not
cancel it out completely, your Grace. But it will give you time... and
"Then do what you need to. I would do anything to keep my child alive
and safe," the king stated after receiving a nod from his wife.
Quatre took a deep breath, not looking at his companions before he replied,
"If you wish that, it would take more than just our spells."
"What do you mean?" Maxwell asked worriedly.
"To keep him alive, yes, we could do that by finding holes in Relena's
spells and turn them against her. But to keep the babe safe you need to
put him where the witch would not look. She knows when she has been foiled.
And she would come back and try again."
"A safe place. But surely no place would be safe enough to hide him
from her," the king's voice was tinged with hopelessness even as
he looked at the small boy in hope.
"You could leave him with us. We have ways of hiding him."
"Quatre, what..." Quatre turned to Wufei and shook his head,
then turned back to the king, his golden head bowed, waiting for a response.
The man's hand raised and dragged itself over his face, his pale eyes
closing wearily. "It was supposed to be a happy day... I'll allow
you to take him if you assure me he will be kept safe," the king
stated, his tone resigned.
"Quatre... come here," Wufei dragged the blond a bit away, the
crowd of people's masked gaze following them as they went. Trowa walked
after them, a small smile on his otherwise blank face. "Quatre, just
what do you think you're doing?!" Wufei whispered heatedly.
"Saving a baby, and the future of two lovers," Quatre answered
immediately and smiled softly.
"Quatre, we can't do that."
"But why not?" the blond pouted slightly. "He's so cute,
and I don't want him to die. And it's true love! We can't let her steal
"And we'd have to stay here."
"In the past, Quatre."
"And we're three boys, Quatre. We can't take care of a baby."
"Okay, your maternal instincts beside, the other two of us can't
take care of a baby."
"But... Trowa!" the blond boy turned to look up at Trowa. "Trowa..."
he murmured, his aquamarine eyes growing and wobbling slightly up at the
taller boy. Trowa's visible dark green eye shut and he swallowed.
"... We stay." Wufei's shoulders slumped but he nodded.
"Thank you!" Quatre beamed and dragged them back to the front
of the dais. "We promise to allow no harm to come to him," he
smiled softly at the baby in the queen's arms. Maxwell nodded and Duo
was handed reluctantly over to the blond. The baby's bright violet eyes
blinked open, stunning in their shade, and he gave a gummy smile, his
small arms waving excitedly in the air.
Quatre waved a finger at the babe, who immediately latched on, gripping
the digit with all of his strength. The blonde boy smiled again and looked
at the royal couple. "He will not die if he comes into contact with
a... spindle of a spinning wheel," withholding a chuckle he continued.
"Instead, he will simply sleep. A sleep that will remain unbroken
and peaceful until he is awoken by the kiss of his one true love."
Smoke faded and Relena looked around at her surroundings. "Where
am I..?" The room was completely different from her own in her majik-created
castle. The drapes were pure, pink silk, sun shining cheerfully through
the fabric, making patterns that had been embossed there stand out. The
bed was large enough to fit a small army, and again covered in pink, a
darker shade but nonetheless eye catching. The only thing exactly the
same was the elegant mirror, hung on the wall over a white porcelain vanity.
"In the home of the royals of the first continent, Majesty,"
Pargan echoed, his face blinking onto the surface of the looking-glass.
"Why..? Oh," she then sunk onto the bed, a dazed yet delighted
smile on her face. "Oh!" Memories she never made came rushing
into her head. She was now betrothed to one Prince Heero and had been
living in his home for the past year now. The other royal brat had not
been heard of or from since the unfortunate day he had brought Sorceress
Relena's attention to himself. "Then it worked!" she crowed,
"Yes, Majesty," Pargan replied.
"This... is wonderful," she said and threw open the door, rushing
though the portal, anxious to get close to the object of her obsession.
"HEEEROOOO!!!" was the echoing cry as Pargan faded back between
dimensions, wishing that poor boy the best of luck.
1. I was going to make it pink, but I truly hate that color. I couldn't
even make her dress a real pink, more a dusky rose, but then... I make
up for it later. >.<
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