Well, this is basically Sleeping Beauty with an Ouran twist. Yes, the "Sleeping Beauty" is Tamaki. I'm sorry; I just can't see Haruhi as a Sleeping Beauty.

Evil Witch: Come, princess, touch the spindle.

Haruhi: No, I don't know how a spindle works. I've never used one before. Besides, people are waiting for me downstairs. I need to go. (She leaves)

Evil Witch: …

Haruhi is just too sensible. Anyway, here is Chapter 1! Hope you all enjoy it! :D

Disclaimer: I own nothing I'm not supposed to own. That sums it up, right?

Chapter 1:

A long time ago, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a young King and Queen. The King was one of the most handsome men in the whole kingdom with his blonde hair and dashingly good looks, while the Queen was the fairest in the land, famous for her tumbling golden locks and natural beauty. Together, they ruled strictly, but fairly, and brought the Kingdom fame and prosperity. They were loved by their subjects and had everything they wanted, everything except an heir.

It was something that would bring them great sadness, for however much they tried, the Queen could not produce an heir. They worried over this on many occasions, as none of them had any kin that could be brought in to rule in their place, should they become unfit to do so. Even the townspeople worried over this. The local hedge witches tried everything to help the Queen, but nothing worked.

One day, the Queen was bathing in a nearby lagoon and was sobbing over her predicament, when she heard a voice say, "Oh dear! What is the matter, fair Queen? One with such beauty as yours should not cry. Dry your tears and tell me what's wrong." She looked around and saw an emerald-green frog looking at her from a nearby rock with a sympathetic smile.

"Oh, wise frog," she began with a sigh. Frogs were held in the highest regard as they were known to grant wishes. "I am in a rather horrid fix," she told him about her dilemma.

"Never fear, fair Queen," the frog said regally, after she had finished talking. "For by this time next year, you and your King will have an heir to your throne!" And with that, it hopped away, leaving a hopeful and happy Queen in its wake.

The frog spoke truly, for a year after its declaration, the Queen did become pregnant, and she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. He had his parent's golden hair and magnificent violet eyes. The King and Queen were so overcome with joy that they immediately arranged for a huge banquet in the young Prince's honour. They invited the twelve fairies as guests, including Renge, the Fable fairy, Nekozawa, the Feline fairy, Kyoya, the Wisdom fairy, Mori, the Silent fairy, and Hunny, the Cute fairy. However, in their joyful, overwhelmed state, they forgot one not-so-minor detail: the invitation of the thirteenth fairy, Éclair the Maleficent. When Éclair heard of the banquet, and that she wasn't invited, she was overcome by a fit of rage and jealousy before planning her revenge…

The banquet was a huge deal. Apart from the twelve fairies, dignitaries from other kingdoms had also been invited as guests of honour. They all presented gifts and money to the young heir, not that he could use them yet. After the food had been served and eaten, the fairies gracefully swooped down to gift the young Prince. They graced him with things like beauty and kindness. Hunny, the last fairy to bless the Prince was just about to cast his gift when the great iron doors swung open with a loud bang, which resonated throughout the whole hall. All talking ceased, all movements stopped. Everyone stared at the door. Mist began to pour in like smoke and evil, hag-like laughter was heard throughout the hall. The guards immediately drew their weapons as the King and Queen instinctively moved in front of the Prince's bassinet.

The mist around the doors began to dissipate slowly. A silhouette of a woman could now be seen standing at the doors. Black robes billowed around her and her hair floated around her head, lifted by an unseen wind. There was no doubt that she was the cause of the laughter and mist. The mist thickened a metre or so in front of the King and then the woman appeared. Her ginger hair reached her waist and her eyes were the colour of ice. She was as beautiful as she was haughty, but the apparent rage on her face distorted her otherwise beautiful features. "I see there is a party going on today," she hissed. The other fairies gasped.

"It's her," Hunny whispered nervously. "Éclair, the Maleficient!"

She continued as if no-one had just spoken. "You are having this 'party' and you fail to invite me! Éclair the Maleficient!" She practically snarled. "It is a celebration of your newborn son, is it not?" She scowled at the King, who flinched but did not look away. "You invited everyone else here, to bless him, am I right? Well, what about me?" When the King didn't respond, her face contorted with rage and with a shriek she used the mist around to throw the King into a nearby pillar.

"NO!" The Queen screamed. She jumped in front of Éclair, to block her. Éclair stepped forward and touched the Queen's forehead with her index finger.

"I curse you with an incurable sickness, a sickness that will sap away at your strength and spirit until you are nothing more that an empty shell," she hissed. There was a flash of black light, and the Queen crumpled and fell to the ground. She didn't move.

"Éclair, that is enough!" Renge cried.

Éclair spun around, looking like a feral cat. "You dare tell me what to do?" she shrieked. Renge shrunk back.

"Éclair, stop! Haven't you done enough damage already?" Nekozawa said bravely.

"You will be quiet!" she shrieked back. Unfortunately, out of all thirteen fairies Éclair was the strongest, the most temperamental, and was basically uncontrollable.

The baby Prince, who had been sleeping peacefully all this time, awoke and started to cry. Éclair whirled around and placed her hand over his forehead. "I curse you, child, so that on your 17th birthday you will find and play a piano. And when you do, the whole Kingdom, yourself included, will hear the melody and die!" the Prince cried even more as Éclair retreated into her mist, laughing maniacally. The mist slowly dissipated, leaving a shocked, silent crowd in its wake.