Fly's prompt of "A comedic take on Sleeping Beauty"... Too bad it didn't turn out so well, lol.
Once upon a time, there was an beautiful baby, born from loving parents, and adored by a court of the Kingdom of Karakura. All of the kingdom's occupants were there to gaze upon the child and bestow their well-wishes. Among the crowd where three fairies, godmothers as you will, and they had come to give the newborn wishes.
"... Strength," came the booming voice of Sado Yasutora, the red fairy of the group. He was a man of little words, but what he meant as he waved his wand with the flick of a wrist, was that the new prince would be given strength of a thousand men.
Stepping up to the baby, a petite, dark-haired lady curtseyed before her king and queen before smiling somewhat sinisterly at the child. The fairy of blue, Kuchiki Rukia, was commonly known to be a trickster of sorts, and the royal couple raised a brow at what she would bestow upon their newborn son.
"To your beautiful baby boy..." she started, still grinning as she raised her wand high. "I will give him the gift of moronic density!" Before anyone could protest, Rukia had waved her wand over the boy.
"Rukia!" Arisawa Tatsuki, the fairy of green, screeched at her. "How could you give him such a curse?" Rukia shrugged as the royal couple had palmed their faces in defeat.
"We've seen his future anyway, and he's going to be dense and stupid anyway!" she retorted, as if it was a logical reason. Tatsuki opened her mouth to begin to bicker with Rukia again, but sighed and stopped short, remembering she was in the presence of the royal court, and she had still yet to present a gift to the bundle of joy.
Clearing her throat, she walked over to the cradle and held her wand up, her own incantation already in her mind. She was about to speak, but was immediately cut off by a loud booming voice and the slam of a door behind them.
"I'm so offended!" A low voice called out, sounding positively miserable. "How was I not invited to the party century? The birthing of Kurosaki Ichigo, the strong lad that would lead this country into greatness?"
Kurosaki Isshin, King of Karakura, ushered to his wife to get their son while he handled the intruder. "I'm so very sorry, Aizen. I was under the assumption you disliked parties."
Aizen scoffed and threw his hands up in a ridiculous manner. "That is incredulous stupidity! I love parties!" The dark magician was feared throughout the land, and the court and couple always had trouble keeping him out of their kingdom. He seemed to glide right over to Kurosaki Masaki, mother of the newborn prince, instead of walk, and he held a wicked smile on the face. "Shall I bestow a gift to your child as well, my majesty?"
"I-It's quite alright, Aizen-san," she spoke softly, undertones of fear coming through. "We couldn't ask you of such kindness."
"Then it shall be done!" He cheered, pulling his wand out of his sleeve. "Let it be known that on this child's 16th birthday, he will find himself upon a spinning wheel. On that spinning wheel is a spindle, which he will prick himself on..." He paused, glancing at the crowd nearby as they all gazed upon him in fear. "And die!"
Everyone gasped, and before anyone was able to do anything, Aizen swung his wand down over the baby and soon snapped his fingers to disappear out of sight. Masaki had fallen to the floor in defeat, holding her baby close.
"Is there nothing we can do?" she sobbed quietly, pressing her son's bright head against her cheek. Tatsuki cleared her throat and stepped forward.
"Uh, I'm still here, your majesty, and I have yet to grant a wish for Ichigo," she told him. She approached the two and smiled at the boy. "It'll be alright for him. Unlike Rukia's wish, I will give him something of value." In the background, Rukia protested that her wish was very much valuable.
"But how can we keep him from suffering his death in 16 years?"
Waving her wand, Tatsuki smirked. "Instead of dying on his 16th birthday, the prince, Kurosaki Ichigo, will merely sleep. He can only be awakened by true love's first kiss." The spell was placed, and immediately, the royal family felt a great relief on their shoulders.
"Oi, but what if he's a prude around women? He'll never let his rescuer live down the kiss," Rukia called out from behind. Isshin gasped lightly as he nudged the blue fairy in her side.
"My son will be the biggest player in all of the kingdom, you just see!" he told her, smirking. "What more, if he does decide to settle down, I would be ever surprised and thrilled to see him with a gal with big br-"
"Isshin!" Masaki cut him off, her eyes lightly scolding him. Isshin smiled sheepishly and returned to his wife's side. Together, they looked upon their inevitably dense and sleepy boy, wondering what the future may bring.
Many years past, all the way to Ichigo's 16th birthday. It was upon that day he found a lone, black spinning wheel in one of the castle's high towers, despite the kingdom having none around otherwise. He pricked himself that day, and fell into a deep sleep. To be generous additionally, all the fairies put the rest of the kingdom to rest in par with the sleeping beauty of a man. No one was to wake until he had awoken.
A few years later, outside the kingdom's castle covered with thorns, stood a young female, clad in men's clothing. With knee high socks and pants, and a plain, white peasants top, she gazed on the guarded castle with big eyes and an intrigued smile on her face. A rapier was nestled underneath the band of her belt, and it was coated with some blood. Green blood, to be exact, of the dragon's she'd defeated hours before to gain entrance to the castle.
"So this is the infamous castle!" Inoue Orihime grinned as she looked on the territory. "I've heard such incredible tales about this place!" Fixing her sword at her rapier at her side, she contemplated the rumor of a beautiful prince sleeping within. Would the rumor be true? Or was it just false information?
Regardless, Orihime daydreamed about how she'd wake up the sleeping beauty, and what he'd be like. She imagined a handsomely built structure, and brilliantly dark eyes.
"Thank you for waking me..." He'd tell her coolly, smirking at her as his hand slid around her waist. "For your incredulous kindness, allow me to repay you."
Squealing at the thought of such a noble man, Orihime threw her hands to her cheeks to calm her burning cheeks. "He would be so cool!" she chirped, her face flaming as she continued imagining what else he would do.
Although, while her mind wanted to wander to dangerous waters, her feet were already dragging her towards the castle. She had determination to awake the prince inside.
He was much more good looking than she'd ever imagined. He had orange hair and his structure was definitely impressive. Even underneath his dress and petticoats, she-
Stopping, she realized it was a he dressed in a dress! How odd! She thought as she looked at the sleeping man. But if that was how the crown prince preferred to dress, she was in no spot to say how he dressed was silly.
Shaking her head of the random thoughts, Orihime approached his form, her hands timidly shaking with nervousness. "So rumor has it a kiss is to awake you, fair prince..." she mumbled, resting a hand on the pillow beneath him, and the other cautiously cupping his cheek. Swallowing thickly, Orihime closed her eyes tight. "Here goes nothing!"
With a quick motion, she pressed her lips against his stiff, sleeping ones. He stayed still for a moment, before starting to shift beneath her leaning form. She pulled away from him and smiled big, her hand still resting on his face as he sluggishly opened his eyes. "You're awake!"she exclaimed.
Foggily, he looked upwards at the woman that was no more than a few inches away from his face. His cheeks burned brightly and he began to flail and scramble for explanation. "W-Who are you?" he yelped in an unintentionally high tone. Sheepishly standing upright, Orihime rubbed her neck with her hand.
"I'm your rescuer!" she told him as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "You had a curse on you that caused you to sleep for a while, apparently! I just slain your dragon and woke you up." On the inside, she almost thought kissing him was a tougher feat than slaying the beast.
With his lips still slightly tingling, he held his hand to his mouth, baffled. "Then I ask of you, rescuer, how did you wake me up?" Ichigo saw her bright blush and it made his own cheeks burn hotly as well.
"O-Oh, I kissed you!" she told him, again as if it was the simplest thing. Spluttering, Ichigo fell out of his bed and continued to flail. It was then he noticed the dress on his body and he starting swearing up a storm.
"D-Dammit, dad, first the sleeping thing, now this dress? What the hell is wrong with you?" he seethed, trying to tear off the fabric. It became clear to Orihime that his choice of wear was not his own choosing.
Kneeling to see him eye to eye, she smiled softly and genuinely, even though she did look a little nervous. "I'm glad you're awake, prince, but if there's nothing else for me to do here, I might as well take my leave." On the inside, she was a little sad at the idea of having to go. She'd just met the man and kissed him only once, but she didn't really want to leave.
"W-Wait," he said, reaching out to grab a hold of her wrist. "You just woke me from a long slumber, and for that I thank you..." he murmured, growing embarrassed himself. "Won't you at least stay for a while, and make yourself comfortable before leaving again?"
Surprised, Orihime nodded slowly and gave him her thanks. Helping him up, petticoats and all, the two walked hand in hand back to the central court, hoping to find the rest of its occupants also well.
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