Ello and good day to you all! –bows- I am very glad to be ripping off, I mean . . . Rewriting the story of Beauty and the Beast. No, no one will be singing. Now, when the characters (pretty much in order of the Disney movie with a few twists, I hope you giggle at a few. I know I did. But then, I giggle at everything.
Enjoy!
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Prelude: Once Upon a Time . . .
In a castle far to the south of any village or city, a prince lived in decadence and leisure, everything he wished being given to him on a golden plate, and spoiled to the bone. And on top of his lazy nature, he played with women's hearts and bodies as if they were nothing but toys for his amusement.
So, with this flaw in his personality, when an old woman begged for shelter during time of war, he turned her away. She offered him then a rose, as red as the blood that stained the countryside. He dismissed her again, closing out both her offer and the thought of her staying within his perfect castle.
When she mumbled, he'd turned to see what it was she was doing and found himself staring at a beauty wrapped in white, her black hair blew on an imaginary wind and her eyes, glazed as if she were dead and cold as the snow outside. A beautiful shade a gray that would haunt him forever more.
The prince fell to his knees before her, pleading for her to forgive his rude behavior.
"Within you, prince, there is nothing but a dead soul." He shook his head, but she leaned down over him, setting the rose before him. It stood up on its own, as if in an invisible vase. She nodded and laid a hand on his head. His screams shook the very stone around him, and other screams joined his own after several excruciating moments of pain. He fell to the floor, his screams fading. The witch, for that was surly what she was, moved away. "You have until your twenty-first year, prince, to find someone to truly love, and whom truly loves you back, or I will never allow you, nor any in this castle, to return to your human forms."
As she walked outside, the snow and wind seemed not to graze her at all. The prince called out, wanting to speak, but nothing came from his lips. "You, Miroku, have only four years. Luckier than that of your father and his father before him . . ."
As she disappeared outside, the prince was dragged into a world of darkness and everlasting pain.
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Short and depressing. My specialty! Well, I've been wanting to do this for a while now, but first it was InuKag. Then I thought the other day, "Nay, it'd be more fun for me if it were SanKu. So, it's a SanKu! I hope you liked it!
