Ne minna-san, thought you might like a bit of fantasy Johnlock...had this one on my mind for a while so we'll see how it goes. Let me know what you think: Read, Enjoy and Review! there even be sherlock hugs for those who do ^^
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Chapter 1:
Once upon a time. That's how normal stories start. Normal fairy tales, anyway. This, however, is far from normal. It's about an emotionless prince, a conniving huntsman, and a doctor.
The Prince was the ruler of all he surveyed, yet he wasn't happy. He hated the monotony of his life and the people around him. He was never satisfied and he made sure everyone knew about it.
One stormy night, a cloaked stranger appeared at the door, soaked to the bone.
"What do you want?" the Prince asked, a sneer curling on his lip. He didn't like strangers, they always brought trouble and although he like to work out who people were, he preferred if they let him know if they were coming. Mystery at both ends of the story was too much for him (and he admitted as such on a regular basis to whoever would listen).
"I was only wondering if I could come in for coffee. See, it's raining so heavily out here that a coffee would be the best thing the world right now."
"Why should I waste my perfectly good coffee on a stranger? I went to all the trouble of having my servants get hold of it. Why should you get it?"
"Well, I thought it would be nice if you could share it. You know, a bit of compassion for the poor stranger out in the rain."
The young Prince pondered this for a moment. His face didn't show it, but his brain was speeding ahead trying to figure out who this mysterious person was and why she wanted his coffee. She wore a pretty nondescript cloak, a plain dark colour with splashed of mud on the hem - indicating that she was possibly from a nearby village. This idea was thrown off kilter by the well-cultured voice that suggested that she brought up in a noble household. His thinking was to no avail, she remained a mystery. An increasingly irritated, dripping wet mystery who was threatening to drip water all over his castle. That was the deciding factor. She had to go.
"Look," he said with irritation, "you're not getting my coffee and you're not getting in my house. I'm not compassionate about people I don't know - they aren't worth my 'feelings'."
He said the word as if it were covered in slime and shouting rude things at him.
The woman under the cloak had had enough. She flung her cloak back to reveal a beautiful, but angry, woman with a long jade gown and long mousy hair. She was giving off an aura of such great power that the Prince took a step back.
"Fine! You don't want to be compassionate? You don't like "feelings"? Then see how you cope without them. From this day forth, my Prince, you shall be an emotionless sociopath with no feelings at all. Not joy, not sadness, not even love."
"Pff…why would I need love? I'm perfectly happy being married to my work. Why on earth would I need anyone else?" The Prince found the concept laughable.
"We'll see. Should you wish to break the curse, you will have until your 30th birthday to do so. Beyond that and you will be past any help that could be offered. If you can prove yourself worthy of getting your emotions back, I will return them. Until then, I will seal them up in a coffee jar that cannot be broken, opened or destroyed, no matter how hard you try."
She spoke in a powerful voice, and magic is always more powerful when spoken aloud (it feels more important). She raised her hands to the Prince's chest and pulled, drawing out a tiny sphere of pulsating energy from below his heart. It flew into the jar and fluttered to the bottom as a tiny blue heart-shaped piece of confetti.
"Here," the sorceress said, in a snippy voice, "take this and keep it somewhere safe. You never know when someone might come along and break it."
With those final words, she vanished in a flash of light leaving a slightly perturbed Prince standing on his doorstep, holding a coffee jar with a blue piece of confetti in it - staring into the rain.
It was a few years later when the Prince had his first encounter with someone who could've broken his curse. She would later only ever be referred to as "the woman", but Irene Adler was the only woman (apart from the sorceress) to have ever bested him. She had stayed with him for a while, swinging her hips around his castle and threatening to pull his emotions out of hiding, but it was not to be. He had told her of his curse and she had disappeared without a trace. He assumed it was because of his lack of emotion and general coldness; however he soon overheard his servants discussing her fetish for power and discovered she was now living with the sorceress. He would have shown remorse if he had any emotions, but as he didn't he moved on, not knowing that his salvation would come in much less obvious form.
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