Request from: Fantasy Fan Girl
Pairing: Maka x Soul
Story: Rapunzel
Story pairing: Rapunzel X Prince
Ramblings:Ok, Fantasy Fan Girl!! I hope you'll like this story, tell me after if you did. I took little parts of your idea, but made the rest a lil different so they kind of fit. Thanks a lot for the awesome request. And.. just dont kill me And enjoy!
A lil' review of The real story (or at least one of it's versions):Rapunzel. Starts with mom trading her baby (Rapunzel) for some plant (supposedly named Rapunzel). Girl is trapped on a tower. Witch visits her by climbing her long, long hair. Prince hears the girl singing, spies on the witch and climbs Rapunzel's hair. The witch discovers it, cuts hair, and sends the girl to the desert (wow. Transportation magic. I wonder why couldnt she use that to get to the top of the tower (rolls eyes)). Prince climbs hair, the witch pushes him out the window, he falls on thorns and becomes blind. For a mysterious and not to mention, miraculous reason, prince finds her (yeah, he founds her while being blind o.O). And she cries on his eyes, they recover and the couple lived happ... you know the rest XD.
Golden Staircase.
By lafeedeslilas
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What if Rapunzel was never a waiting princess…?
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"Where is Chrona?!"
Medusa halted at the sound of those delicious words and cracked a vicious, blissful smirk of triumph. The little girl's quivering voice was a rare delicacy. She licked her dry lips with her slithering tongue and spoke to taunt her,
"I have no intention of surrendering my child to you"
She walked off. The wicked witch had had escaped, but she had got her prey tangled in a bed of thorns.
"After I believed in her, all this way…It's just not right Soul.." she sobbed.
And for the boy, it had been the last chance to climb the golden stairs.
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"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, so that I may climb the golden stair"
His voice was like a small breeze on her ear. It was not meant for her to listen, it was simply muttered at the remembrance of the phrase as he held her hair.
Her head was resting on his lap, her hair sprawled beautifully on his knees and between his hands. They were on their castle, their home, and she was sleeping, or so he thought.
"Soul? Did you say something?"
His little princess rubbed her eyes wearily, waking up from her short nap.
"No" He saw Maka sit up and he felt her strands of hair slip gently from his hand. Carefully, he added, "Are you feeling better?"
Two days since they were used and tricked by that odious witch, two days since Maka had not shed a single tear more. Chrona was still missing, both body and soul. He saw how her face twisted itself in restraint and the old but ironically recent feeling of sadness surfaced on her features. He felt his own soul sink with her heart.
"No." She too, said honestly but weakly, "but I cant stay like this forever. I'm going to search her."
She tied up her hair with surprising determination and ran towards the door without sparing him a second glance. He sighed in regret. Stupid question; he shouldn't have asked that knowing what she would do. She had been doing the same thing since the incident with medusa had happened.
He held his hand towards his face.
Her hair was like sunshine, but she would never let it grow.
She would never ask him to rescue her.
There would never be a golden stair.
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What if Rapunzel cut her hair herself to trap the witch with her in the tower…?
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She had found her.
"MEDUSA!!!"
Her scream pierced the night with madness.
She had found the enemy, or the enemy had let herself to be found. Either way, her blood was boiling with hatred.
"Soul!" She commanded almost instantly. He could only close his eyes and obey, there was nothing more he could do than that, nothing more for what he was useful.
"Give Chrona back!" She growled menacingly to the enemy.
The witch only sent a wicked smirk, satisfaction flowing on her dirty blood veins.
The ecstasy of having the ultimate hero down to her level. To make her feel the dirtiest of all feelings and watch her become just as ugly as she was. She could see the technician's soul practically becoming crimson blood.
"Come" Medusa invited provocatively. Before Soul could say anything, Maka was already sprinting.
No.
Please.
He could feel himself to verge of despair as she rose him on the sky to slay; he saw the burning eyes of his tech.
He saw how fire, the greediest of the spirits, slowly consumed her soul. He knew she would lose this fight.
Those were not her clear emerald, courageous eyes of his meister. They were eyes full of insanity and revenge.
Please. Don't. Not like mine.
No matter he called her back, begged her to stop, his whimpers didn't reach her. Blond hair fluttered in the air like a butterfly as she threw herself, screaming above the head of the awaiting witch. Who waited just like a cat awaits for it's prey.
The moment the girl set foot on the ground, the battle was over.
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What if Rapunzel let the prince groveling on the bottom, she fighting alone….?
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Droplets of water and blood tainted the floor.
The witch sat on her knees, gripping the girl's stomach with a sword full of black blood, Ragnarock, the end of her world; Maka's eyes streamed with regretful tears. She dropped the weapon on the floor, and the clanging sound resounded down the battle hall. He rapidly returned to his human form only to helplessly listen the malicious woman whisper on his unconscious meister's ears,
"You are mine"
The witch threw the body on the floor as if throwing a ragged doll. The muffled sound of it, echoing on Soul's ears.
Why?
He ran to her desperately and held her head. Sunshine bathed in blood. He roared,
"MEDUSA!!!"
The owner of the name smiled again.
Another prey.
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What if Rapunzel was the one who fell from the tower to become blind…?
What if… he couldn't save her…?
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Soul sent the battle cry and rushed towards the hopeless future. Medusa calmly plunged the same weapon on the boy's heart.
"Ummm..? You weren't satisfied with last time you savored this blade…? Or… is it suicide?" Crimson eyes glared fiercely at the woman standing in victory before him. She placed her hand almost lovingly to on his cheek and smeared him with his own blood.
"I feel like giving you a little reward for your courage. I know… I'll recite you a little poem I read once! How was it…?Ah yes," She drew his face near hers, " 'You would fetch your dearest, but the beautiful bird sits no longer singing in the nest. The cat has got it, and will scratch out your eyes as well.
Yes, Rapunzel is lost to you. You will never see her again.' "
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What if… he couldn't save her…?
He felt his blood burn on his face. He was becoming cold. He gently closed his eye lids and the image of his beautiful technician smiling soothed his mind. He slowly slipped into the eternal dream, and felt a happiness he had not felt for a long time.
If he couldn't save her… If he couldn't save her…
He grunted and smirked for a last time. Seriously, he was so useless… he could only do one last thing for her.
If he couldn't save her…
He would join her on the bed full of thorns.
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END
AN: I didn't really planned to make it this depressing but it just kind of happened. I'm sorry.. did some one cry? Tell me you did.
I hope it made sense, though. If it didn't, don't tell me, I already know XD.
Reviews and reasonable criticism (emphasis on reasonable) are welcomed!!! Thanks for bearing me up!