Title: Apeiron
Rating: PG (for shounen ai content)
Spoilers: None on Gundam Wing and you know Sleeping Beauty don't you?
Warnings: Strong Language, Slash, Fantasy AU
Pairings: 1x4, 3+4
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is owned by Bandai and a passel of other people I never bothered to find out about. It just depresses me to see all those bishies as someone else's property. Stronger than Time is owned by Patricia Wrede.
This is an adaptation of a retelling of Sleeping Beauty. I loved it so much that I wanted to do something like it. ^^ Patricia Wrede writes a good tale. I only hope this will turn out as nice as hers did. I love philosophical titles if you guys have noticed? ^^ Prolly because I've never been that good with philosophy and am trying to make up for it.
See the pairing? Its not what you think and it is what you think. ^^ Go figure.
Apeiron
Prologue
The castle turrets rose above the briars and brushes that choked the surrounding area, sparkling a ruddy white in the fading light of the sunset. It looked fragile and beautiful, slender towers with intricate designs and gold lining. A place fit for princesses and princes to dwell in and for once, as Trowa looked upon it, he forgot the dangers lurking just below the fanciful towers and knew that the old tales were true.
Only for a moment though, because he knew what the shadows covered, what the sun even at its most powerful could not defeat. Evil converged on the castle grounds, covered it with malignant energy that manifested in the twisted mass of thorns that writhed and rasped against each other like a living mass, ready to pierce any interloper that came within their range.
Most people avoided the castle altogether, taking out-of-the way paths to their destination rather than fall under the castle's shadow. But Trowa was not most people.
Trowa was a bard. Which by itself should explain away his eccentricities. Everyone knew how bards would dare the most dangerous task for the epic song they were making.
Songs…bards were more than songs. They searched naught only for subjects for their songs but most importantly for truth. Of which the villeins never listened to of course. Anyone who risked their lives for something as simple as finding out something was, to their opinion, daft. Filling one's stomach, one's hearth and home mattered more to them than something as high faluting as the truth.
Trowa was more intense than any other bard in his search. Obsessive, his colleagues called him as they saw the young bard poke his nose into everything, in his search for truth, alienating everyone who might stand in his way.
Urstuff, Trowa preferred to call it…the fundamental substance of the universe. That was what he was seeking. He believed that in doing so he would find the answer to everything. And that mattered more to him than any other.
For now his search led him here…to this castle where rumor has it that a boy, a prince, still lies sleeping after over a hundred years, waiting for someone to break the curse.
Twas said that the Prince had been a beauty, one to rival princesses in his fragility and comeliness. But that was not what Trowa was interested in, what he was interested in was the fact that the Prince had been gifted with the power of discernment, the ability to look into the hearts of people and give them the answer that their hearts wanted.
/If I could reach him, could he tell me the answer I crave and finally set this heart at ease?/
Trowa looked straight at the glistening central tower, where legend has it the Prince slept, and whispered almost to himself: "Can you see what it is I want?"
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