The only noise was the sound of crunching leaves underneath her foot. It was neither a pleasant nor unpleasant noise. Her wounded mind was elsewhere. Trapped in the memories of ridicule. The insults of others. It made her blood boil.

"Hideous."

"Filth."

And so many, many more. Names that she didn't even wish to repeat. Names, so dreadful no Matter how hard she tried she couldn't forget.
"I fight an uphill battle," she spat to herself. A slow glance around, she took in the details of the autumn colored forest. Orange and red decorated the maple leaves. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Her mother told her time and time again.
"Clearly no eye sees beauty in this face."
A soft sigh escaped Miku's lips. A deep burning sorrow lingered over. "There isn't anything stopping me from being beautiful!" She told herself. A wicked grin crossed over her lips. Glancing around, Miku saw no other on the road. So, she took off toward the small cottage that she called home.
Inside Miku frantically glanced around. Oh yes, there it was. Her grandmother's spell book. Witchcraft was a trait within her family, it was no secret. "Why didn't I think of this sooner?" She whispered softly to herself. "Such a simple spell." Miku shook her head ever so slightly. Rolling up the sleeves to her dress, Miku softly muttered the charm.

At first, absolutely nothing happened. Then, burning pain filled her body. All at once, Miku felt the change. Things didn't go quite as planned.
The beauty she had so desperately sought, had turned her into a beast. A cry of surprise escaped from her lips. The strange horns that now protruded from her scalp was what mainly caught her gaze. Running her finger over them she stood up and searched for a mirror.
After digging for several minutes through a stack of belongings, Miku found a small handheld mirror. Whatever spell she had casted, it wasn't all bad. The face of a gorgeous beast was staring back at her. Eyes like an emerald, hair the color of turquoise. It was ridiculously long and flowing. A soft laugh escaped her lips yet again.
She was beautiful!
A beast, but still beautiful none the less.
"Let them insult me now," Miku muttered. Slowly, she emerged from her cottage. I am worth so much more than this place. She thought. I need a castle worthy of my new beauty. With sack full of food, clothes, and her spell book she walked on. A chilly breeze blew through, sending shutters down her spine. Pulling her shawl closer, Miku glanced around spitefully.
People stared, oh yes they stared. Their looks were frightened, confused, awestruck. Nobody snickered, but she did catch many people whispering to the person next to them. It made a strange sense of pleasure fill Miku. For once they weren't laughing.
They were trapped in awestruck terror!
It made her want to laugh. Laugh at how completely pathetic they all were. Now Miku was worth ten times every single one of them combined.

Escaping the village was the easy part. Finding a new home was not.
Eventually, Miku managed to seduce a rich merchant. Using his lust to her advantage she married him. As the years went by and her husband grew older, Miku remained the same age. Not a hint of her looked a day older.
Suspicion spread throughout the servants. Her husband was far gone off the deep end to notice. All Miku did was patiently await her husband's death. Once he was gone she would inherit everything.
She lay beside his bed as death began to gently take him into it's cold arms. Her hands gently brushed away the locks of his hair. "It shall be alright my love." She whispered to him softly.
Within his delirious state, her husband merely made a soft groaning noise. His breaths were slowing.
"I shall give you one last kiss." Miku whispered softly. She loomed over him before gently pressing her lips against his.
As he faded away, Miku felt a single tear form into her eye. There was no true remorse or sadness. The man had provided company over the years, yet, he was still gone. Brushing away the locks of her teal hair, Miku turned and walked outside of her husband's bedchambers.
The maid standing outside stared at her nervously. All of the servants had believed her to be a demon or wicked enchantress. Now their suspicion would probably only grow.
"I shall take his wealth for my own," Miku muttered softly to herself. "And then disappear."
It would in the pathetic mortal's mind, confirm their wicked suspicions. Their thoughts only belonged to them. Miku had no reason to concern herself with them. All that mattered now was her husband's wealth. She had given him his pleasure throughout his short life, now it was her turn. With his wealth she would have a vast amount of freedom.
His wealth will only last me so long though, she thought to herself. I will find a way to build upon it.
Retreating into her room, Miku dragged out her large trunk. She loaded the it with a mixture of contents. Fine gowns, shoes, essentials for life really. After packing she would have to retrieve a carriage, and then of course go to the bank and withdraw her husband's savings. Seeking out shelter would be next.
"That will most likely be the most difficult. I'll have to sell my husband's belongings as well. It will indeed increase my wealth."
With that, the beautiful beast ordered a servant to take her trunk down to a carriage. She glanced one last time at the mansion. A wicked smirk crossed over her face. A far better life awaited her. Perhaps a lonely one, but a better one nonetheless.

Yep based off of Miku's epic song, The Beast.

Be warned, this fic is probably going to turn out SUPER weird. I've got several ideas swirling around in my head.
And this is going to be another MikuxLen fic.
Which is rather funny since I'm not super crazy about that pairing. Not that I don't like them...
It's just I don't particularly ship them.
Anyways, I don't know how frequent updates will be.
I have a tendency to get busy.
Or distracted.
And I have other original projects going on right now.

So I'll shut up now

~Ami/Addi