Title: Curing Prince Rat

Summary: A prince has fallen into eternal sleep and needs his princess' kiss to awake. Supposedly, anyways.

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rating: K+

Word Count: 768

Once upon a time, deep in a forest in a land far, far away, sat a small house, where a prince, a princess, and a brave knight lived.

One day, the prince had fallen ill, unable to wake up, collapsed upon the floor in the kitchen. Two nobles knelt beside his fallen body with his limp head laid gently upon one of their laps as they both covered their faces with their hands to hide their bitter weeping. There was nothing they could do to save the poor prince. The brave knight had left two days ago, riding his valiant boar deep into the mountains to train, and the princess was nowhere to be found, so they sat, helpless and sobbing, until the door slid open and a tentative voice called out, "Shigure-san, Ayame-san?"

"Oh! Princess! You have returned!"

"At last! We are in utmost need of your pure and magnificent assistance!"

"W-What happened?"

"Yuki, you see, has collapsed!"

"Y-Yuki-kun?!" she cried, alarmed.

"Haven't you been learning mouth-to-mouth resuscitation? Perhaps you can save him, Tohru-kun!"
"Y-Yes!"

"Only you, as the dear and wonderful princess of my dearly beloved fallen brother, can save him now from this treachery! Our fates depend on you," Ayame bellowed.

Tohru nodded, determinedly clenching her hands into fists as she marched over, setting aside her school bag as she knelt down before the unconscious teenage boy. Ayame and Shigure moved aside to give her space while Tohru rolled her sleeves up and placed her hands gingerly on Yuki's chest as a blush crept up onto her face, but she did her best to ignore the flames consuming her face as she firmly pressed down against the frail boy's chest before gradually lowering her lips against his and breathing deeply into his mouth twice. Her face flushed hotly as she focused her attention back on her two hands and resumed frantically pushing until the limp boy finally sputtered back to life, coughing and rolling onto his side with a grunt, and weakly tried to sit up.

"For the last time, I'm sleeping, not dying! Stop giving me CPR- H-Honda-san?!" The Prince faltered in his speech, seeing the wide brown eyes of his princess hovering above his face.

"Y-Yuki-kun! You're all right!" she exclaimed with her eyes shimmering in exuberance.

His jaw hung open loosely, and his eyes stretched wider and wider as her smiling face crept closer and closer in anticipation. His wild heart's violent thrashes against his ribcage started to cripple him. The heat overwhelming his face burned him. His muscles disintegrated into mush. He collapsed again. His head landed on the ground with a resonating crash that echoed before a 'poof' sound drowned it out. A cloud of smoke screened the poor boy, and the poor girl's panic resumed. As the cloud of fog cleared, she scrambled through the empty clothing on the ground until she came upon an unconscious rat buried under a pair of pants. Distraught, she took the furry being into her arms and turned to the two men in the room, who appeared to be fighting to hide their mirth.

"AH! SHIGURE-SAN! AYAME-SAN! HE FAINTED AGAIN! WHAT SHOULD WE DO NOW?"

"MORE CPR!"

"Quickly now, dear Princess! Do thrust yourself upon him and resuscitate my dear brother!"

"BUT HE TRANSFORMED!"

The two men prostrated themselves in desperation at her feet, pleading with tears dripping from their eyes. With her whole body shaking with anxiety, she laid the prone form on the ground as gently as her trembling hands could manage. Quizzically, she studied the small rodent before tentatively laying a finger over his furry abdomen and gently pressing down. Then she carefully blew air into his snout. After one more round, his beady eyes opened, but as soon as he recognized her leaning over him again, he seemed to have a fever-induced spasm and quickly lost conscious once more. Even the fur under her fingers felt heated. This sent Tohru into a frenzy, but luckily she managed to hold onto a strain of her sanity. She had to revive him five more times until a brief pause allowed him the respite to halt her actions before she made him blush himself back into unconsciousness again.

But then he transformed back, and she soon replaced him as the flushed unconscious form.

Meanwhile, Shigure and Ayame had slid into the corner of the room, trying to stifle their laughter before finally surrendering to their hysterics and giving each other a thumbs-up as they watched their alarmed prince try to restore the princess.

And they all lived happily ever after. Kind of.

At first I was upset that I already used the title "Sleeping Beauty," but I like this title more c: I have a weird sense of humor, but I hope this made you smile at least! I am working on finishing my hoard of oneshots so I have something to publish since I seem to work on every chapter of my multi-chapter story except for the first one.