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Welcome to Shato's Yaoi Theater!
Today's cast is: D.N.Angel!
Today's Play: Beauty and the Beast!
In a quiet town in Japan, a little village was nestled at the base of a valley mountain and was surrounded by forest all around. Daisuke lived alone on the edge of town with his father, Kosuke, an inventor of odd contraption and (secretly) a master thief. Though Kosuke could easily steal all they needed, he preferred to make an honest living, even if it didn't always make ends meet. Daisuke was a kind soul and thus was beautiful inside and out, earning the nickname Kire, meaning beautiful.
Daisuke strode into town, basket in hand, a small smile on his face as he glided towards the town square.
(song start)
Little
town
It's a quiet village
Ev'ry day
Like the one
before
Little town
Full of little people
Waking up to
say:
Townsfolk: Ohayo!
ohayo!
Ohayo! Ohayo! Ohayo!
There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old
bread and rolls to sell
Ev'ry morning just the same
Since the
morning that we came
To this poor provincial town
Baker:
Good Morning, Daisuke!
Morning, oji-san.
Baker: Where are
you off to?
The art store
I just finished the most wonderful
painting with a beanstalk and an ogre and a -
Baker: That's
nice. Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up!
Townsfolk: Look there
he goes that boy is strange, no
question
Dazed and distracted,
can't you tell?
Never part of any crowd
'Cause his head's up on
some cloud
No denying he's a funny boy that Kire
Man I:
Ohayo
Woman I: Good day
Man I: How is your fam'ly?
Woman
II: Ohayo
Man II: Good day
Woman II: How is your
wife?
Woman III: I need six eggs
Man III: That's too
expensive
There must be more than this provincial life
"
Ah, Kire." The kindly old shop keeper greeted Daisuke.
"Good
Morning. I've come to return the paint brush
I borrowed."
Daisuke smiled excitedly.
" Finished already?"
" Oh, I
couldn't put it down!
Have you got anything new?"
"Ha Ha!
Not since yesterday."
"That's all right. I'll borrow . . . . .
This model!
" That one? But you've borrowed it twice!"
"Well,
it's my favorite! Human-beast models are the best! You can make
anything hap-"
"If you like it all that much, it's yours!"
"
But oji-san-"
"I insist."
"Well, arigatou. Arigatou
gozaimasu!" Daisuke happily put the wooden model in his basket, and
bid the man good bye before hopping out the door and through the
market.
Townsfolk:
Look there he goes that boy is so
peculiar
I wonder if he's feeling well
With a dreamy far-off
look
And his nose stuck in paint
What a puzzle to the rest of
us is Kire
Oh, isn't this amazing?
It's my fav'rite paint
color you see
Blue like the starry skies
But when you mix it
white you get sapphire
Now it's no wonder that his name means
"beauty"
His looks have got no parallel
But behind
that fair facade
I'm afraid he's rather odd
Very diff'rent from
the rest of us
Townsfolk: he's nothing like the rest of us
Yes,
diff'rent from the rest of us is Daisuke!
"Wow! You didn't
miss a shot, Dark! You're the
greatest hunter
in the whole
world!"
Dark smiled roguishly, making Risa Harada swoon near her
sister, " I know."
Takeshi got in Dark's 'personal space'
with a pen in hand "No beast alive stands a chance against you.
Ha
ha ha!
And no girl,
for that matter." Takeshi waited for a
response.
" It's true, Saehara.
And I've got my sights set
on that one." Dark pointed to Daisuke, who was checking out his new
model with sparkling ruby eyes.
Takeshi started to scribble down
words on his pad of paper "Hm! The inventor's son?"
" He's
the one - the lucky man I'm going to marry."
"But he's –"
"The most beautiful boy in town."
"I know, but –"
"
That makes him the best.
And don't I deserve the best?" Dark
leered at Takeshi, who in turn backed away.
" Well, of course! I
mean you do, but –" he blanched.
Right from the moment
when I met him, saw him
I said he's gorgeous and I fell
Here in
town there's only he
Who's as beautiful as me
So I'm making
plans to woo and marry Kire
Risa and Riku:
Look there he
goes
Isn't he dreamy?
Dark Mousy
Oh he's so cute
Be still
my heart
I'm hardly breathing
He's such a tall, dark, strong
and handsome brute
Man I: ohayo
Gaston: Pardon
Man
II: Good day
Man III: yes please!
Matron: You call this
bacon?
Woman I: What lovely grapes!
Man IV: Some cheese
Woman II: Ten yards
Man IV: one pound
Dark: 'scuse
me!
Cheese merchant: I'll get the knife
Dark: Please let
me
through!
Woman I: This bread -
Man V: Those fish
-
Woman I: it's stale!
Man V: they smell!
Baker:
Madame's mistaken.
Daisuke: There must be more than this
provincial life!
Dark: Just watch, I'm going to make Kire my
wife!
Takeshi: you mean husband.
Townsfolk:
Look there he goes a boy
who's strange but special
A most peculiar man by far
It's a
pity and a sin
He doesn't quite fit in
'Cause he really is a
funny boy
A beauty but a funny boy
He really is a funny
boy
Kire!
(song end)
Daisuke wandered back to the gorgeous little cottage at the edge of town, nearest the forest. He opened the door to the cellar, calling to his father, "Otou-san!" A thump could be heard below and a small explosion ensued, black smoke rising out of the cellar doors. A tall man with pitch-black hair and a carefree face stepped out, coughing and rubbing at the black smudges on his face; Daisuke laughed and Kosuke scowled good-naturedly at his son.
"Enjoyed the show, did we?" Daisuke giggled harder before straightening with a grin.
"How is the chopper mach V coming along?" Kosuke's smile dropped a bit and he sighed, "Not as planned." Kosuke motioned for Dai to follow and descended into the dark room. Inside was a workshop with odd gadgets and doo-dads running along the wall as well as tools of every shape and size littering the dusty floor. Kosuke stood next to a machine almost as tall as Daisuke in height, its many parts made of thrown away items or rusty pieces of wheelbarrow. Kosuke scratched the top of his spiky head, "I just can't seem to get this contraption to work!" Daisuke smiled and hugged his father, "I know you can do it; you can make anything work!" Kosuke closed his eyes and smiled, hugging his son back.
Three hours later the machine was whirring with life, making minute clicking sounds. Kosuke wiped the sweat from his forehead with dirty little cloth at his belt, thus making his face dirtier; he grinned triumphantly, "I did it! Just in time for the festival, too!" Dai, who had been napping, woke up suddenly; He yawned and stretched, "That's great, dad!"
