[FanFic] Fairytale Mess [Chapter 2.A]
Title: A Cinderell Story Part.A
Pairing: Yoosu
Author: BloodyRose
Rating: PG-13
Length: 12 chapters
Genre: romance, drama, comedy, angst, happy ending, magic, fantasy, fluff, yaoi
A/N: Hope you like it, its just the first fairytale, but as the story goes on the more twisted the fairytales become
When junsu had finally opened his eyes, thing had changed too much. He was no longer in the bookstore; he even doubted he was in Hawaii anymore. He couldn't recognize anything around him from the place he left behind; no one else was there but him.
Again, the same feeling in his stomach which he ignored twice so far began telling him that things are so bad. Something utterly bad had happened; this was the mess he shouldn't have got caught up in, whatever this was.
Junsu looked around; he was in sleeping on a filthy rug on the cold stony floor. In front of him was a huge fireplace, cinder was everywhere, on his cloth and skin as well and there was an old cauldron in the middle of the fireplace, empty and waiting.
Junsu's eyes widened as he looked around, the old kitchen which looked as if from the middle ages if not even before. The rugs he was wearing and the cinder all over him, this couldn't be right, could it?
Junsu shook his head; he closed his eyes and rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up from the dream. He rubbed harder and harder until he gasped in pain, he had got cinder into his eyes and now they were stinging.
With eyes half opened and narrowed, filled with tears, and hurting junsu stood up, looking around for any water to wash the cinder out of his eyes. There was a sink nearby, but there was no tap, no water anywhere. Panicking, junsu looked around. There was in one side a few stony steps out of the basement kitchen and presumably into the house and in the other side there was an old wooden door which was cut in its middle to form two wooden doors one above the other, this junsu hoped will lead him outside and somewhere outside there should be a well or something.
Making up his mind junsu ran to the wooden door and opened it, he was in the backyard, and true enough there was a well underneath a huge tree in the middle of the yard. Rushing to it and pulling the bucket out of the well filled with icy, cold and refreshing water junsu washed his face and hands. It was much better now, at least he could see probably.
Looking around junsu swallowed. He was in a rectangular yard, in the middle there was this one huge tree and underneath it the well, around him to the right was a small vegetables garden. To the left there were some chickens in a coop, a rooster as well, an old dog, and a stable which turned out to be the house to one cow, and two old horses. Beside the kitchen's door there was a small rose's garden and in front of junsu were some banks, some laundry lines, and a small shed which turned out to contain some old gardening tools. Around the shed there were some fruits trees.
Three sides of the backyard were closed by walls of the building, the forth side, which was the side of the shed was an old, wooden fence which was broken at several spots and needed painting all over again.
'This can't be… this isn't happening, no way…' junsu shook his head, this can't be right. This was utter madness!
'What to do now?' junsu spoke to himself, he looked around, there was nothing around here to do, he walked back to the old kitchen and began looking around. At first junsu looked around for any hidden cameras, any microphones or anything to prove that this is just one big, idiotic prank or something. But nothing was around. This wasn't a trick!
As fear boiled inside of him junsu began to look around for anything that could tell him what to do, how to get out of this place. Finally, after a long search junsu found it, the old book, which got him into this mess in the first place. Opening it junsu's eyes widened.
When junsu opened the book in Hawaii on the index there were a total of ten fairytales inside of it, the pages were filled with the old ink and black and white pictures. But now it was empty, the lines were gone; there was nothing but the first couple of lines of the first fairytale Cinderella. Junsu read out loud:'
Once upon a time in a far, far away kingdom there was a wealthy man, who lived happily with his wife and young son, they had a perfect life filled with happiness and love, until fate decided to change their destiny and play a nasty trick on them.
It was one harsh winter filled with storms and starvation when the wife fell ill and died soon after leaving a broken husband, weak and tired, consumed with grief with a young boy, a boy with such a beauty and kindness that was loved by everyone from first sight.
The husband, too tired and weak to raise his son by his own decided to marry once again. This time he chose a lady with two sons, he thought that she could be the mother his son doesn't have any more. She had two sons of her own, after all.
The first couple of years went on just fine, the new family settled in and lived happily together, until the cruel fate decided to play another trick on them, that it.
And so, it was the winter three years after the young boy lost his mother that he lost his father, the man fell ill just as his wife, and just as his wife he passed away, leaving a will in which he left everything to his young son, Junsu.
Junsu gasped and dropped the book from his hands, this couldn't be right. Why was his name in the fairytale? He reached for the book with shivering hands and tried to read on some more, to find out what else is there to know:
The stepmother was rigid and enraged on how her late husband left her with nothing and left everything to his son; she hid the will and decided to claim everything to herself. The mansion, the farm and the gold, she took them all. The maids and butlers who knew of the will had to be fired, and instead of them the poor eight years old junsu was to take their place and be the servant in the house.
The Evil stepmother took his new clothes, his chamber and his money from him and instead gave him an old rug to sleep on in front of the fireplace in the kitchen in the basement and old, torn clothes to wear instead of his silky ones. But good, kind junsu never complained and gave in to his destiny.
Ten years passed from that day, and little Junsu grew up to be a fair young man, with such a breath taking beauty and kindness that even the roses blushed shyly when seeing him. His voice was so sweet that the birds came to hear him sing in the morning, his beauty, however, was hidden and masked by the cinder which covered him for sleeping in front of the fireplace and the rug clothes which he wore for the past decade.
Every morning, junsu would wake up with the sun, wash up quickly, feed the animals, prepare breakfast for his family, serve the breakfast, do the laundry, clean the breakfast and eat the leftovers in the kitchen, clean the dishes and then clean the house and take care of the garden, prepare lunch and serve it, eat the leftovers, clean the dishes, go to the market to buy the required stuff, come back and prepare dinner, serve it and clean the dishes before finally going back to sleep in front of the fireplace, resting and dreaming of a better tomorrow.
Today, too, junsu woke up and went out to wash his face. Today, however, he was having a weird feeling that something will happen, he went back to the kitchen and …
That was it; the rest of the book was empty. It was as if the story was still being written.
Junsu frowned at this idea and decided to try something. He will have a small test to make sure of things.
Standing up junsu went outside and went to the chicken coop; he fed the chickens quickly and collected the three eggs before going back to the kitchen. He placed the eggs on the table and went back to the book. As he thought, a few new words were now there:
He walked outside and fed the chickens, collected the usual three eggs as he did every day and went back to the kitchen placing the precious eggs on the table…
'Okay,' junsu began talking to himself ' it's just magic. It's not a dream, I' not insane. Or maybe I am?' he frowned ' no, I'm not. I just need to finish it, I need to finish the fairytale and get out of here…yes, yes, I need to finish it. It's Cinderella, I know this one. I can do this, I'm sure of it'
After the pep talk junsu nodded to himself, satisfied that he had some sort of a plan now - even if a crazy one - because it meant he had some control over the situation right now.
Junsu boiled the eggs, found some flour and made it into dough and baked some fresh breed. Fed the horses and the cow and milked the cow. He picked some fruits from the trees and washed them and prepared some tea, he also found some butter in a jar on a shelf. This was the breakfast he was to serve the family, his family.
When breakfast was ready junsu held the big trap and walked upstairs, he didn't know how he did it but he made his way directly to the dining room. There, he found three people sitting to the table and looking angry. A mid aged woman and two young men around his age, they were all dressed in silky clothes and looked rich and spoiled, just the kind he hated.
'Breakfast…' junsu whispered softly, bowing his head a little as he served everything
'You're late! You little ungrateful slave! I took you in and raised you all this time and how do you pay me back? You slack off all the time and you never do anything you're asked! You'll be punished! No food for you today!' The mid aged woman hissed, her voice a little above a whisper
'Yes, mother' junsu whispered back, he didn't dare look at the woman as he finished serving the food
'What did you just call me?' she stood up, an old wooden cane in her hand, she looked so angry.
'S…sorry my lady' junsu bowed his head, he was scared of her. He knew Cinderella's mother was a bitch, but this was too much!
Without a warning the woman hit junsu with the cane, the wood made contact with junsu's back and junsu yelled with pain
'Remember this pain if you ever dare to call me your mother again, you filthy thing!' she hissed again, taking her seat and looking at the breakfast once again
'Yes, my lady' junsu whispered, his voice trembling with pain. He bowed his head and rushed out of the room and back to the kitchen again. His back was killing him. But, still, he had a long list of chores to finish and he was hungry, maybe he could find something to eat while no one was there.
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Yoochun opened his eyes; he was lying in a comfortable bed. Looking around his jaw dropped. This wasn't his bedroom, and it wasn't a hotel in Hawaii as well, it was some sort of an ancient palace or something.
Jumping up, yoochun looked around; everything seemed so real, everything seemed so medieval.
Yoochun was looking under the bed when he found it; it was the same old book the nerd was holding in the second hand bookstore in Hawaii the night before. Yoochun snatched the book and opened it, the book was empty. The index had some sort of a list, ten numbers were there, but the titles beside the numbers were gone.
Flipping the empty pages yoochun found a small note on the last page of the book, it was written in a tiny font, but luckily he managed to read it out loud:
This book contains an old magic. It makes you relive ten fairytales, to get back to your world you must finish each of the fairytales in the way it should end without changing anything major in it. Readers, be warned!
'What kind of rubbish is this?' yoochun hissed and threw the book sideway. It was as if an invisible wind began flipping the book's yellow, torn pages until everything went still. Yoochun swallowed and went to see what just happened. The page which the wind flipped too had some lines written in it:
Once upon a time in a far, far away kingdom lived an old king, this king had one young son who was so handsome that every maiden in the kingdom dreamt to be his bride. The king's dearest wish was to have grandchildren; he wanted his prince to get married and to give him a grandchild.
But, as handsome and smart prince Yoochun was he was arrogant and selfish, he didn't want to get married. He preferred ignore his father's wish, to ignore his responsibilities as a prince and spend his time playing around and having fun…
'What the heck in this shit?' yoochun swore out loud but went on reading. As he read new lines were presenting themselves in front of him:
Today, a week before his twentieth birthday, the prince woke up with a bad feeling that something big was going to happen. He searched his bedroom for this thing but found nothing. He swore out loud, and was reading an old harmless book when he heard a knock on the door…
Yoochun was about to ask what knock on the door when he actually heard the knock and closed the book with a slam, pushing it under the bed once again
'Harmless my ass' he hissed and went back to sit on the bed, this was too much to take it…
'Your highness, his majesty is asking for you' a servant entered the bedroom, bowing his head at him
Yoochun frowned, he's dressed like a medieval royal servant, he thought. Yoochun eyed the man in front of him and thought for a while, what should he do now?
Yoochun walked to the bog window and looked outside. It was a castle alright, he was on the fourth floor and his bedroom had an amazing view of the huge garden and the main gate.
Sighing, yoochun didn't know what to do. He hated fairytales, never read them and never believed in them. But now he found himself stuck in them. Just lovely! And which fairytale the heck was this? How should he finish it if he didn't know which one it was to begin with?
Wait… so he decided to play along and finish it? Yoochun frowned, thinking. Well, it would be better than anything else; it's the only option he got right now. He'll play along with those crazy people until he finds a way out of this, it must be something his father did. He was sure of this. Probably his new great plan to get him to take more responsibilities and whatever was it.
With that idea in mind yoochun changed his clothes; there were tem maids helping him change, his sixteenth centaury silky clothes weren't the most comfortable thing he ever wore, but they suited him alright, he looked handsome in them. Maybe he could keep one as a Halloween costume or something when this is over.
Walking across the castle with the servant, three servants behind him ready to take his orders, yoochun admired the castle itself, everything was perfect, everything looked so real. It was nicely done.
Entering what must be the throne hall yoochun bowed a little to the old man sitting on the throne, a golden crown on his head.
'Father' yoochun spoke, looking at the old man with interest in his eyes
'In a week it will be your twentieth birthday. I had asked you for a long time right now but you still refused every time, so it will be an order. On your twentieth birthday we will have a big masquerade and you will find your bride in the party or I shall find it for you. It's a high time you learnt some responsibilities. The invitations were sent to every young man in the kingdom, you shall find your bride between them'
'What…?' yoochun's eyes went wide…What the heck was this? Was this a sick jock or what? And one more thing, wasn't he supposed to marry a maiden or something, why was it that the invitations were sent to every young man in the kingdom? He didn't even dare ask about this.
'You heard me yoochun. In a week time you shall marry a bride of your choice or I shall choose one for you' the king repeated
'You must be joking!' yoochun was about to go insane
'It's an order!' the king yelled now ' and you'll obey it or I shall whip you for defying the king!'
'Yes, father' yoochun hissed. He had to do something about this. He went back to his chamber and fished out the book. New lines were there now:
And so, the prince's feeling turned out to be true. The king ordered him to find a bride in the party on his birthday or the king shall choose a wife for him. The prince felt trapped and cheated but there was nothing he could do. He went back to his chamber and went back to read the old book once again…
'What the heck is this?' yoochun frowned. Maybe he should go on with this' fine!' he hissed out loud ' what kind of damn fairytale is this?' yoochun began thinking, he barely knew any fairytales, he spent a lot of time trying hard to remember before he hissed: 'Cinderella!'
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