A/N: A multipart Red Notebook fairy tale. Evilly fun to write,
mind you, so beware the boys' love and abundance of cheap
laughs. -^__^- Also, I was trying out a more fairy-story
writing style when I started this fic, so I won't be using
anyone's names. Don't worry, they're easy enough to figure out.
"The King and the Pretty Boy"
Once upon a time, there was a frail but lovely princess with a
warm heart and gentle smile who saw mysterious things and knew
their secrets. She was the sister of a wild-haired king with a
once-irrepressible grin that had faded to but a faint shadow of
itself ever since the evening of the masquerade ball held on the
eve of the winter solstice, and as she loved him dearly, he
tried to hide this from her.
But the frail/lovely princess saw this with her young/old eyes
and wondered. She summoned her loyal feline servant and ordered
her to seek out the counsel of the brave young dragon who
breathed fire and guarded the king with his life, hoping he
might know what so troubled her brother.
In time, the faithful servant returned to her princess with
shocking news. "My lady, I have learnt the cause of your
brother's sorrow!" she cried.
The princess begged her servant to speak, desperate to uncover
the truth of the matter at last.
"My, lady, the king has told his dragon that he is in LOVE!" the
faithful servant whispered conspiratorially.
The frail-but-lovely princess fell off her throne. "Is that
all?" she demanded.
"But my lady . . . " The servant leaned close to again whisper
into her mistress's ear. "It is one of the servants that he
The princess rolled her eyes. "Leave it to my brother to kick
up a fuss about something so stupid," she muttered, flopping
back into her throne.
Her servant blinked. "You're taking this rather well," she
"Shouldn't I be?" the princess asked with a slight shrug. "He
is my brother, after all; I desire his happiness as must as I
desire my own. So which is it that he is in love with? Has he
confessed to the servant?" She looked to her companion, eager
curiosity sparking in her eyes.
"I do not think so, my lady," the faithful servant replied. "Or
if he has, he has not told the dragon."
The princess frowned thoughtfully, then finally decided. "I
want to see this servant- bring me the one who dares claim rule
over my brother's heart!" she commanded, getting to her feet and
pointing to the door.
"Yes, my lady!" Her servant quickly scampered off to do as
"Big brother's in love!" the princess murmured gleefully as soon
as she was alone, clasping her hands together in sheer delight.
"Oh, I can't WAIT to see her!" She was already fantasizing
about the pretty little servant girl that she expected to be
Outside the castle walls, the oblivious object of the wild-
haired king's affections, who was indeed very pretty but not all
that little and most definitely NOT a girl sat with his younger
brother, avidly sulking and looking very fine.
"Cheer up, big brother!" the younger boy begged. "You've been
down ever since the solstice!"
"I'm fine," the oblivious object of the king's affections lied,
pulling his harmonica from his pocket and beginning to play. He
had no desire to initiate further conversation, wanting only to
be left alone with his grief for the remainder of the afternoon.
Yes, well . . . It's nice to want things.
"The dragon said that the one the king loved was a pretty blond
boy with blue eyes- but they both fit the description!" the
princess's faithful feline servant agonized from her hiding
place amidst the nearby trees. "How will I discover which is
As she watched and worried, the taller of the two cast a wistful
glance towards the turret of the castle that held the king's
chambers. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Don't tell me . . . " she muttered. "He COULDN'T be . . . "
"I wish . . . " the pretty-boy servant whispered, suddenly
lowering his harmonica. "I wish that he could love me back."
The faithful feline servant nearly passed out upon hearing that.
His little brother's eyes softened and he leaned over to hug the
older boy around the waist. "Don't think about him so much, big
brother," he said quietly. "It's not good for you."
"I know." The pretty-boy closed his eyes and flopped back into
the grassy hillside. "But . . . I just can't help myself."
"Well, THAT'S kinda obvious."
"Eh?" The pretty-boy cracked an eye open at the unfamiliar
voice. "Who the hell- ?"
"Ah-ah-ah!" Language, please," their unexpected guest scolded.
A boy with spiky burgundy hair and a fur-trimmed coat stood
before the siblings, smirking smugly and fluttering his
glittering gold wings.
"Oh my GOD!" the younger brother yelped, jumping to his feet and
backpedaling, unknowingly mimicking the movements of the feline
servant concealed in the shrubbery a few meters away.
"A- A- A fairy?!" the elder sputtered in disbelief, scarcely
able to believe his eyes.
"Oi, look who's talking," the fairy retorted, rapping the pretty-
boy's head with a suddenly-present sparkly magic wand.
"Yeah, and here we are trying to be nice and help you out!" a
second voice added, clearly irritated.
"What- ?!" The brothers spun around to find another fairy with
long purple hair, glittery green wings, and large round glasses
standing there, a fuzzy pink creature with birdlike attributes
nestled in her arms- a baby harpy, perhaps?- and a little blue
dragon perched on her shoulder.
"Damn, what was in the porridge this morning?" the elder brother
muttered, clutching the side of his head. The spiky-haired fey
whacked him again. "Hey! Stop DOING that! Why are you even
"Dummy," the female fairy muttered. "We're your fairy
godparents! We're here to get you your true heart's desire!"
The pretty-boy went blinkety-blink. " . . . eh?" he asked
"We're gonna get you with your Prince Charming," the spiky-
haired fairy translated, and his grin turned sly. "Or should I
say 'King' Charming?"
The pretty-boy servant turned an interesting shade of pink.
* tbc . . . *
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