*Warning! This part has a
hint of lime, all right it's actually lemonish ^_-. If you are under 18 or are
offended by m/m relationships, then read no further!*
italics = flashbacks
Beauty and
the Beast
A Yuu Yuu
Hakushou/Gundam Wing Fic
By
Sakura
Part 1
There were once four boys who lived with each other and
their giant robots. They all lived at Quatre's, the youngest and not to mention
the cutest (gomen Duo-chan ^_^), mansion. The boys had everything they could
ever want since Quatre was rich and they had a whole army of servants to help
repair their robots whenever they got damaged or self-destructed, which Hiro
did quite often (*_*;).
One day the boys returned from another semi-successful
mission tired from fighting OZ soldiers.
"Oh man why'd ya have to go and destroy Wing AGAIN,
Hiro? Now we've gotta go get parts!" complained one with an enormously
long braid.
"Yet again," added another in Chinese clothing.
Hiro just glared at the two boys.
"Come now Duo, Wufei. We all know he had to do it to
prevent OZ from getting a hold of the gundam. Why don't we all go in and have
some tea?" said Quatre, trying to prevent yet another trip to the
hospital. Hiro had the nasty habit of beating anyone to a pulp who complained
about his 'methods.'
"Don't know about you but, I'm bushed. I'm gonna
soak in a hot bath for a long time. A VERY long time," said Duo, the one
with the long braid and headed off for the bathroom.
"I have to check on Nataku." Wufei, the Chinese
boy left and went to the secret basement where their robots were kept.
"I guess that leaves you and me, ne Hiro?"
Quatre smiled cheerfully as he started for the drawing room. The other boy just
silently headed the other way towards his room. "Matte da yo Hiro! Aren't
you going to have some tea?" Hiro ignored the younger boy and continued to
walk on by. "Hiro!" Quatre sighed and then resigned to having his tea
alone once more.
"You all leave me," he quietly said staring
into his untouched cup of tea.
"Is something wrong Quatre-sama?" asked Rashid,
the head of Quatre's army of servants.
"Ah, nothing Rashid. I was just thinking out loud.
They never want to join me after the missions are over."
"Perhaps they prefer to be alone. They are fighting
a war after all Quatre-sama," Rashid suggested.
"I know, but it just gets so lonely sometimes."
The blond boy stared at his refection in the tea.
"Give them some time Quatre-sama. I'm sure they'll
come to trust you soon," Rashid said hoping to cheer his young master
some.
"Maybe you're right Rashid. I will. Arigatou."
Quatre smiled, back to his usually cheerful self and took a sip of his tea.
*****
The next day Quatre was out walking through the woods
searching for some sign of what was left of Hiro's Wing Zero. He had been
elected, through the infamous method of rock-paper-scissors, to go look for any
scrap metal, OZ may have overlooked. He had taken his Sandrock with him so he
could protect himself as well be able to transport any heavy pieces.
He could not find any from the view of the cockpit, so he
decided to stretch his legs and look for salvage on the ground. "I can't
believe those two. Sometimes they can be so selfish," he said to no one in
particular. Not only had the other pilots made him go and hunt for non-existent
junk, but had also asked him to bring back things they easily could have asked
Rashid or the other servants to get.
"Oi! Quatre while you're out bring back some shampoo
will ya? I used the last bottle last night." Quatre had muttered something
under his breath about scissors and Duo's braid. This was the third time he had
to go get shampoo for the longhaired boy, this week.
"Yes, and bring back some motor oil too. Nataku's
joints are beginning to squeak," added Wufei.
"Um, sure Wufei. Is there anything you want
Hiro?" he asked the silent brown-haired boy at the computer. Hiro chose to
ignore him and just continued to type on the keyboard, causing the other pilots
to sweatdrop.
"I guess not. I'm going now, I'll be back
soon," said Quatre and left for the basement.
"Oi Quatre! Matte!" Duo yelled after him, but
the blond had already gone out of earshot. "Rats! I wanted to ask him to
pick up some manga too."
"Baka! How can you sit there and rot your brain on
that stuff when justice has to be given!" yelled Wufei.
"Aw come on Wu man, a guy's gotta relax sometime ya
know!" Duo shot back. Wufei then went on, ranting about justice and his
Nataku, while Duo and Hiro just blocked him out.
Meanwhile, Quatre stopped to rest against a tree. "I
guess I'll rest here for a bit before going back and getting the supplies Duo
and Wufei wanted." Quatre sighed and sat down, his back against the tree.
"It really is pretty here. It's a shame we all can't come here and just
have a picnic, no wars or anything." Quatre breathed in the rich forest smell
and closed his eyes. Within moments, he was asleep.
*****
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" the
youko asked inspecting the sleeping boy beneath the tree. "Hmm. Certainly
smells nice and he is a cutie." He touched the boy's cheek sliding a finger
along the jawbone.
"Since no one's around to claim you, I guess that
makes you mine." The youko placed a light kiss on the sleeping boy's lips
before bending his head to nuzzle his neck. The boy shifted slightly then
blinked his eyes open.
Asleep, Quatre felt something tickle his nose and
something wet against his neck. He reached up to scratch his nose and tried to
pull away from the wet thing at his neck. When he felt something slide along
his leg, Quatre started awake and blinked his eyes.
A figure with long silver hair and fox ears was looking
at him intently, a very discomforting smile on his lips. "Oh, are you
awake now? I was hoping you'd stay asleep for at least a little longer,"
the figure said, disappointed.
"Um... ano, where-" Quatre questioned looking
at the strange forest around him. The trees were twisted and evil looking and
the sky was an odd purplish color.
"You are in the Makai, my pretty one. You really
should consider yourself lucky that I found you first. Most youkai here would
rather kill a ningen (human) than look at one," the person answered.
"I am Kurama, at least that is what they call me here." He reached
out to touch the boy again, but Quatre mistook it as a greeting.
"Yoroshiku. I am Quatre Raberba Winner," he said
blushing and grasped Kurama's hand in a gentle handshake.
"Polite and kawaii. I like that," Kurama said
pulling Quatre closer.
"Ano..."
Kurama silenced the golden-haired boy with a fierce kiss.
He pinned the smaller ningen boy against the tree. Quatre struggled to breathe
as the air was forced from his lungs. Finally he could breathe again when
Kurama released Quatre's mouth and went back to kissing his neck.
"You really are a sweet one. So delicious," the
youko breathed into his ear before nibbling on the lobe.
"Please, Kurama-san! We've just met!" Quatre
pushed the youko away and made a break for it. He didn't get too far though.
"Ah, ah, ah. Is that any way to treat someone who
practically saved your life?" Kurama chastised the young pilot.
"I don't mean to be rude, but what do you mean by
'saved my life'?" he asked, stopping.
"I told you, Quatre-chan. This is the Makai, the
demon world. A pretty little thing like you could get killed here or worse.
Luckily, I am not the kind who kills and eats every ningen he finds."
Suddenly vines appeared under where Quatre stood and
began to wrap around his legs. "What the-?!" He moved his legs hoping
they would release him, but with each movement, the vines only held tighter. He
could hear the chuckle of the youko behind him as he tried to escape the
twisting plants.
"It's no use struggling, little one. My plants never
let go unless I tell them to." With that more vines appeared from above
and latched onto Quatre's wrists, drawing his arms above his head.
"Yamete! Onegai! Duo! Hiro! Wufei! Tasukete
(Help!)!" he shouted, truly afraid now.
"There's no one else here to help you, my little
rabbit. Now calm down and let ME 'help' you," Kurama's voice whispered
against his ear.
The youko licked his lips anticipating the 'meal' he
managed to capture for himself. At a mental command, another vine slithered
down from a nearby tree and slid down Quatre's shirt, making him shiver as it
brushed against a rather sensitive part. Kurama made his way around the bound boy
and faced him. "Now let's get rid of these ugly things. I simply can't
bear to see someone so beautiful as you wear such horrible clothing," he
said smirking.
The vine under his shirt shot forward ripping it, causing
buttons to fly every which way and hang loosely from his arms. Next, the vine
was joined by another and they slowly made their way down Quatre's trouser
legs.
"IYA!!!!" screamed the blond as he felt the
vines rip both trousers and underpants from his body.
Kurama felt himself stir between his legs as he surveyed
the view. "Very nice. I was right about you. This is going to be
fun." The youko strode over to the now naked boy and planted a wet kiss on
Quatre's mouth. The boy opened his mouth to protest only to have Kurama's tongue
invade it.
Quatre struggled again only to have the vines clutch
tighter and receive a slap from Kurama. "Ah, ah, ah, little one. You have
to learn to behave if you wish to survive the Makai," the fox demon said
tapping Quatre's nose. Quatre trembled, but stopped struggling. The vines were
too tight and he was close to passing out. "There now, that's better. Will
you behave now, sweet rabbit?" he asked, lifting the boy's chin.
"H-hai," Quatre answered weakly.
Kurama smiled and the vines loosened, but still held firmly
to their master's 'prey.' The youko resumed to kiss the boy snaking his tongue
once more into his mouth. This time, he was not met by any resistance as he
felt Quatre's tongue shyly coping the fox's.
Mentally chuckling, Kurama broke off the kiss to stroke
the soft skin of the pilot's cheek. The boy trembled once more, but not from
fear. Kurama gently bit Quatre's ear and pulled before saying, "That's
more like it. Relax Quatre-chan, it'll be more enjoyable that way."
He returned to nuzzling his neck as he rubbed his tail
along Quatre's rear. Startled, the boy jerked forward. Fearing another slap or
worse, he meekly said, "Gomen."
The youko lifted his head and laughed. "Whatever for
little rabbit? Don't you like the way my tail feels against your skin?" he
asked in mock disappointment.
"N-no. I-it's rather n-nice," stammered the
golden-haired pilot.
"I'm glad you think so." With that, the fox
demon wrapped his arms around Quatre and pulled him closer, kissing his
shoulder. After a few minutes of ear pulling, neck nuzzling and mouth
exploring, Kurama ran his fingers against Quatre's bare chest. The boy gasped
as fingers traveled over a nipple. Smiling, Kurama doubled his efforts. He
kissed Quatre's shoulders a few more times, then set to work at one of his
nipples.
He tentatively licked at the flesh, causing electric
shocks to travel down the boy's spine. Holding firmly onto him with one arm, he
began to play with the other nipple with his free hand.
Quatre whimpered when he felt Kurama pinch and pull at
his nipple. Hearing the boy's stifled moans, the youko no longer licked at the
other nipple. He began to forcefully suck at it until Quatre let out a
full-fledged moan.
No longer in control of his body, Quatre resigned himself
to Kurama's administrations and let the new sensations he felt go through him
unhindered.
*****
A while later, the now naked youko looked at the boy
slumped in the vines. "You poor dear, you must be exhausted after all that
'exercise.'" He released the pilot from the vines and gently laid him
down.
Quatre sat up and looked at the fox demon, who had done
something unforgettable to him, as he began to get dressed.
"I just can't leave such a prize lying around
here," Kurama said, "Who knows what they'll do to you. Besides, I
rather like you." Quatre blushed.
"So kawaii," said Kurama bending to place a
kiss on the boy's nose. "Well, here we go."
Kurama picked up the golden-haired boy as if he weighed
as light as goose down. Too tired to fight, Quatre let himself be carried by
the seductively handsome fox.
"Ano, Kurama-san, where are we going?"
"To my cave of course," he replied.
"Oh," Quatre said rather sleepily. He snuggled
against Kurama's chest to keep himself from falling and instinctively wrapped
his arms around the youko's neck. Kurama started at the movement, but relaxed
once he saw the boy's peaceful face.
He placed Quatre on the futon gently before going for
their dinner, as it was almost dinnertime. Taking one last look at the sleeping
ningen, he left to hunt. "I hope you know what you're doing my
friend," he said to himself.
*****
"So are you hungry, little rabbit?" came a
seductive voice.
Quatre looked around at his surroundings and saw he was
in a rather large, yet cozy cave. At the entrance, an animal skin hung, acting
as a door and protection against the elements. Various niches were used as
shelves and a moderate sized fire was blazing in the center of the chamber.
Wondering where the smoke would go, he looked up and saw the 'ceiling' had a
hole that allowed fresh air to travel in and the smoke out.
At the fire, stood Kurama, a stick in his hand. Memories of
the past recent events came rushing back to him and Quatre blushed, remembering
what he had done with the fox demon.
"What's wrong, little one? Aren't you hungry?"
asked the silver-haired demon.
"Um, yes," he said, his stomach emphasizing the
reply.
Kurama laughed at the boy's blushing face. "You
really are a cutie, beautiful Quatre-chan." He came up to the pilot and
stroked his face, then kissed him. "I'd better save this for desert,
ne?"
Blushing, Quatre nodded in agreement glad the demon
decided not to repeat their earlier
exercise. The youko handed him a plate and chopsticks to eat his meal with. He
stared at them then thanked his 'host.'
"Just because I look like an animal doesn't mean I
have to eat like one," Kurama said with amusement and a bit of hurt.
"You see I am not like most youkai here."
After a delicious meal of the Makai version of pheasant,
Kurama latched himself onto Quatre again. However, the boy didn't resist in
fear of what the fox demon would do if he did. Quatre had discovered, that even
though he was here against his will, he quite liked feeling the youko's strong
arms around him and he loved the faint rose smell that seemed to float around
the seductive youko.
Expecting a repeat of their earlier encounter, Quatre
blinked when he saw Kurama stand up and offer him his hand.
"Come with me, I'll show you to your room." The
boy timidly took the hand and let himself be pulled up. He followed the fox
demon to the back of the cave and saw a torch attached to the wall. "Wait
here." He nodded and did as he was told.
Kurama took the torch off the wall and walked back to the
fire, lighting the torch with it. Gently laying a hand on Quatre's back he led
the boy through a before unnoticed crack and into another smaller chamber.
All over the floor were furs and animal skins of various
kinds, some were unknown to him. Quatre
looked quizzically at the demon at his side. "This is your room, my sweet
rabbit. You may use the skins and fur any way you choose."
Quatre looked forlornly at the pile and said,
"You're not going to let me go are you." It was more of a fact than a
question.
Kurama laughed, but it was hollow. "No," he
said matter-of-factly, "I caught you and therefore, you're mine. But you
needn't worry, my pretty Quatre." He nuzzled the boy's hair. "I won't
hurt you in any way and whatever you wish, I'll gladly give you. Except your
freedom, that is unless you want another crueler youkai to find you."
"I-ie. I-I'll stay. T-thank you for letting me
stay."
"Even as a prisoner, you're still polite. How cute.
Get some sleep, little rabbit. Tomorrow I'll help you make some clothes if
you'd like."
"Y-yes, thank you."
"Oyasumi, Quatre-chan." He quickly gave the boy
a kiss, then left taking the room's only light with him.
"Oyasumi, Kurama-san," Quatre called back
halfheartedly.
He now looked around his prison and saw that despite the
lack of light, he could see somewhat due to phosphorescent rocks in the walls.
Like the larger chamber that served as Kurama's room and kitchen, there were a
few niches but they were empty.
Sighing, Quatre went to the pile of animal skins and
began separating them. The softest ones he laid out until he had formed a sort
of bed for himself.
Then put those with no fur in a separate spot from the
others. 'Maybe some of those could be made into clothes,' he thought.
Out of the rest, he selected one with rather thick fur
and lay down on his 'bed' covering himself with the skins he took. Lying there,
he thought of how soft Kurama's ears and tail had felt and wondered if the fur
he was lying on was from another like him. 'You see I am not like most youkai
here' came Kurama's voice in his mind.
'No Kurama-san wouldn't kill another youko for their
fur,' he thought, 'At least I hope he wouldn't.'
Imagining he was lying with a silver-haired fox, Quatre
snuggled deep into the fur and slowly fell asleep.
Later, Kurama came into the chamber to check on his
'guest.' Worried that the boy would try something stupid, like escape into the
Makai night, he had risen from his futon unable to sleep, and crept to Quatre's
'room.'
Inside, the ningen laid fast asleep on a bed of some of
his finest fur, however the skin he had been using as a cover had been kicked
in such a way that it was now tangled up in his legs. He smiled and silently
chuckled. "And here I was worried, you'd run off," he said quietly
not willing to disturb Quatre any.
He surveyed the piles of skins in the room and saw a pile
further off, those with no fur. 'He's smart. I bet he wants to use those for
clothes,' Kurama thought.
Returning to the boy, he bent down and gently kissed his
forehead before recovering him with the 'blanket.' "Thank you," he
whispered, "Sleep well, my little rabbit." He picked up the pile of
discarded fur and left.
*****
Quatre woke up the next day to find himself in a dimly
lit room and someone or something's arms around him. He carefully twisted as to
not disturb what may be lying next to him and saw the sleeping form of Kurama,
his face undisturbed by sleep and his tail halfway across his waist. He
wondered where he was, then it hit him like a sledgehammer when he saw one
golden eye slowly open.
He was this creature's prisoner. The youko had trapped
him when he woke up in the Makai. Now he'd probably have to spend the rest of
his life with the fox demon.
"Ohayo, Quatre-chan," Kurama said placing a
light kiss on the golden-haired boy's cheek.
"O-ohayo gozaimasu, Kurama-san," he said trying
to hide his embarrassment.
"Did you sleep well, little one?" the fox asked
stretching and rising.
"Hai. Thank you for letting me use these."
Quatre quickly covered himself with the blanket, less he give his captor any
ideas.
Seeing his prisoner's modest action, he chuckled.
"Do not worry, little rabbit. I will not touch you unless you wish me
to."
"Demo..."
"Sorry about yesterday. I was bored," 'and
lonely,' he added silently. "And I thought you'd be something I could
amuse myself with. I was right though, I did enjoy our 'play.'"
Quatre was about to say something harsh when Kurama sat
back on bed next to him. "I truly am sorry for not asking you first. If it
made you feel better, I will not come near you if don't want me to."
Quatre's anger quickly turned to shame and pity when he
realized what Kurama was trying, in his own Makai way, to say. 'He's lonely,
like me. He only did what he did, because he needed someone to be with even if
it was for a little while.' Tears began to well up in the boy's eyes.
"Do you wish to go home, little one?" Kurama
asked noticing the tears. He wanted to touch the boy, to make those tears
vanish, but he could see that this was not the one he was waiting for. He felt
a pain in his heart, one he'd been feeling ever since...
"I-ie! I-I mean, I do, but I don't know how and
besides you brought me here. It must mean you wish to keep me here." He
hung his head, looking at his hands.
"It's settled then, here you'll stay," Kurama
said matter-of-factly. Despite the fact that the boy would hate him for the
rest of his life, he would at least have some company 'til someone came to
either kill or free him from this curse. "Come, let's get some breakfast and
then we'll make you some clothes."
He grabbed Quatre before he could think and led him back
to the combination bedroom/kitchen.
*****
After a modest breakfast, Kurama and Quatre immediately
started choosing skins for a set of clothes for him. Quatre would choose what
he thought would look good on him, but Kurama insisted on ones that were what
he called 'practical'.
They weren't exactly the height of fashion, but at least
his modesty was preserved. With Kurama's help at cutting and stitching, he now
had a pair of what looked like buckskin trousers and matching shirt. Shoes,
Kurama said had to be got elsewhere.
While, Kurama left the cave for his shoes, Quatre decided
to explore a bit since a bunch of ferocious 'guard dog' plants stood at the
entrance. At first he couldn't see anything else in the hallway leading to the
'kitchen' as he called it, but a trick of light on stone revealed yet another
hallway. This one was narrower than the one the two of them had used and it
gave Quatre an uneasy closed in feeling.
With a torch in hand, he timidly took the first step into
the darkness.
After what seemed an eternity, he finally came to the end
of the sloping 'hallway'. What he saw took his breath away. Inside a huge
chamber, bigger than the 'kitchen', was pile upon pile of rare gemstones, gold
coins, and whatever kind of treasure anyone could think of. He had discovered
the youko's secret stash of treasure.
Quatre bent down and lightly touched a beautifully carved
figure of a wolf made of the blackest onyx. It felt strangely warm for being in
such a cold place, but he paid it no heed and continued to stroke the smooth
surface. Unnoticed, the wolf figurine made its way into a pocket, Kurama had
lovingly sewn into the trousers.
Next he decided to inspect the rest of the treasure,
since he had nothing else to do or anywhere to go. He went from pile to pile
admiring many pieces of carved gems and jewelry. 'Wouldn't my sisters have a
field day in here,' he thought with slight amusement.
There was enough jewelry to satisfy all twenty-nine of
his sisters and then some.
Once he was through with the last pile, he noticed that
his torch was fading and looked for the way back. A reflection of light at one
far corner caught his eye and he saw a medium sized mirror with an elaborately
carved gold frame leaning against the wall (the one Kurama was carrying in the
second YuuYuu movie). Despite its heavy looks, the mirror was quite light when
he tried to lift it. He glanced at his reflection.
His hair was a mess, but that was because Kurama had no
spare combs or brushes, or that was what he was told. He had seen many amongst
the treasure. He gasped when he saw his new outfit reflected in its surface. He
looked much older than his mere fifteen-years, in fact he looked like one of
the ancient pioneers or American Indians he had read about in a book once.
'All I need now is a rifle and a raccoon skin hat, or
perhaps a bow and arrows, and I could be a real pioneer or indiaan," he
thought with an amused giggle.
"What are you doing in here?!"
The question startled him so much that he dropped the
mirror. It fell, but no crashing sound came, no shattering of glass. Instead
being broken, it had been replaced against the wall where he found it, cushioned
by a bed of moss and lichen that weren't there before.
"I asked you a question," came the voice again,
Kurama's voice.
"G-gomen, Kurama-san. I-I was just exploring and
I-I..." The youko's angry face was making it very hard for him to speak.
"Daijoubu. I'm not really that angry, Quatre-chan.
There are many dangerous magical objects here and little boys shouldn't be
playing here." He gently placed an arm around his shoulders and firmly led
the golden-haired pilot back toward the main part of the cave. "Come, I
found you a pair of shoes."
He obeyed the fox demon and left the treasure trove
behind never realizing he had the carved wolf in his pocket.
"Did you like what you see?"
"H-hai, Kurama-san." He blushed ashamed that he
had been caught snooping where it was obvious he shouldn't have.
"Well, if you're good, maybe I'll let you have
something," the fox said playfully tugging Quatre's ear.
"Itai! Kurama-san onegai!"
Kurama continued to joke and chat with him until they had
returned to the occupied part of the cave.
*****
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