New story! Lolz, I have to admit that I got the idea for this story after reading someone else's FMA fanfic. I couldn't help it since I thought it'd be fun to put Misaki and the others to a fairytale-ish story. I would think that the title kind of gives it away, but the plot of this story follows (for the most part) the plot of the Disney movie, Beauty and the Beast. (I can't remember the exact order of how things happened.)

I won't say much besides that Misaki's the main character (ie. Belle) and the rest... Well you can either figure it out from the title and what not, or just wait to find out who's who and what happens.

As you can imagine, there's a lot of OOC silliness in order for this story to work. But *shrugs* It's a new adventure for them :p

I haven't forgotten about my other story, but this idea wouldn't leave me alone after it came to me so I've been kind of obsessed about writing it. Hope you like it!

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The Beauty and The Freak

Chapter One

"Father! Father!"

Misaki rounded the corner to peek into her father's study; to find him exactly where she expected him to be. His eyes were glued to the computer screen, scanning along while he read; his finger tapping out a rhythmic beat as he alternated between clicking the mouse and scrolling down the screen. He was at it again, drawn into the world of fantasy and invention... Smiling slightly, Misaki entered the room to join him.

"Father," she said again. "I've made breakfast and left it for you on the kitchen table."

"Mm," came his reply indicating he had heard.

She dropped a kiss to the top of his head, glancing towards the screen to see what had him this enraptured. Sighing softly, he was enthralled by the invention of an electrical conducting wand – so it appeared to be. Finally, her eyes shifted to the small digital clock at the bottom right corner of his screen. A gasp escaped her lips as she confirmed that the time she saw there was indeed the same as the one on her watch.

"Father, I have to go or I'll be late," she exclaimed. "Remember to eat!"

She didn't stay long enough to hear his reply – if there was one – as her legs swiftly carried her back up the stairs. Grabbing her things, she was out the door which closed whisper quiet behind her. She was going to be late and if there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was tardiness. Her pace was clipped, but she always managed to carry herself with an air of elegance and grace, despite the urgency.

The sunlight kissed her pale cheeks and cheered her spirit; she couldn't help smiling. She was already late... It wouldn't hurt to enjoy the warmth for a little while longer. And with this thought, her steps slowed.

"Misaki! My beautiful Misaki!"

Humming and lost in thought, Misaki didn't realize that someone was calling out to her until he gently tapped her on the shoulder. Turning around, she was feeling gracious until her eyes caught sight of who it was. So she might have lied. There was one thing she didn't like even more than tardiness and that was this man standing before her.

"Hello, my beautiful Misaki," he greeted with a dimpled smile and sparkling blue eyes. "It's a wonderful day to be out for a walk. Why don't you join me? I know you'll enjoy my company."

A slight frown marred her features for a second before it disappeared. Though she really despised his arrogant ways, she knew she should still be civilized.

"I'm sorry, November," she replied politely. "I'm on my way to work now."

"Oh come now, my darling. We all know that you only work on a voluntary basis. No one is going to say anything negative if you take the day off to spend time with such a charming man as myself."

As if on cue, Misaki glanced behind him to see that his fan club was already following him around. He could have his pick of any woman, and it had to be her. But she distinctly had the feeling it was because she didn't fall for his idiotic lies. Even so, she couldn't escape from the oohs and aahs, as they extolled the reasons for his greatness.

"Look at his wonderful body," April gushed.

"I love his witty and insightful remarks," added Kanami.

"Well, I love the mysterious sparkle in his gorgeous blue eyes the best," Otsuka stated.

"November! November! Please look this way!"

Much obliged after hearing their comments, November turned their way and Misaki took the opportunity to quietly slip away. Perhaps, it hadn't been such a good idea to slow her steps. Quickening her pace once more, she hurried to work. Even if it was voluntary as November had so kindly pointed out, she loved it and she refused to give up one day of it to be with that odious man.

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"Did you see that?" Nishijima asked as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Of course I saw that, you idiot. I have eyes in my head like everyone else."

"But she rejected November. I wonder what it is about him that the girl doesn't like."

"What's not to get?" Huang snapped. "She has a brain and he doesn't. Obviously she wouldn't like him."

"Then what about me? Would she like me?"

"Of course not! You're just as idiotic as he is if you think that she would fall for you. She could pick any man she wanted. Damn it! Now I'm out of cigarettes," he exclaimed. "We see this all the time and you ask the same thing every single time."

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November turned around to find that his beautiful Misaki had taken off when he was preoccupied for but a moment. Okay, so he had winked and blown kisses their way, to which one had swooned, the other held a hand to her cheeks blushing and the other clasped her hands together over her heart, a look of longing in her eyes. It only took a moment and yet she still ran. Even so, he wasn't ready to give up as he was determined to make Misaki his.

***

"I'm sorry I'm late," Misaki stated as she entered into the library to find her supervisor at the front desk, sorting through returned books.

"It's quite alright. I always tell you to take time off now and again," Horai replied. "But what has you in such a pinch?"

"Nothing at all."

"Now that I don't believe," he replied with a slight smile. "Your cheeks are flushed and there is a slight wrinkle right here."

Misaki covered her forehead as he pointed to the area between her eyes. She didn't mean to frown, but she was disturbed by November's persistence. Luckily, his trio of girls tended to follow him around, allowing her to escape. He was narcissistic; just one of the reasons why she didn't like him in general. Thankfully, he never came to the library, because he knew Horai would chase him out.

"It's nothing. I'm fine," she answered, smiling for him. "So tell me. What needs to be done today? It looks like you're busy."

"Not at all. I was just biding my time as I was waiting for you to come. I knew you'd come, even if I told you to find something else to do."

"But I like coming here! Besides, father is quite busy at home."

"What is he researching now?" Horai inquired.

"Something about electricity. It seems to be quite fascinating; at least to him. He's been researching the same thing for the last few days. You know how he is. Usually, he's already looking at something new by the time the second day rolls around."

"Ah, of course... Anyways, if you really want some work to do, the books on this cart need to be re-shelved and then there are some requests to be processed."

"Okay! I'm on it!"

***

Returning home for the day, Misaki sighed contentedly. She was only allowed to work for half the day, always sent home for lunch. Even so, she enjoyed it; every moment of it. She had time to herself, to read and study. No one besides her father and Horai could understand why she liked to be at the library more than she wanted to be courted...

She had grand dreams for the future, though she had told no one. Even if she wanted love, something she decided she would like sometime much later, she didn't want someone like November. He was a disgraceful womanizer and she was much better than that. She deserved much better than that.

Today, she had a new book to bring home and it brought a smile to her face. After preparing lunch and ensuring that her father ate, she would have time to curl up for a good read while she took a bath. Then, she could prepare supper and make sure that once again, her father ate. Sometimes, when he could be drawn away from his research for long enough, they would discuss his latest findings.