At last! He was rid of that stain of a man LeFou was! He should have been called "la folle" now Gaston thought about it. Always displaying his bestial desires in front of everyone! And not even being sorry about it! All his life he'd tried to tempt the proud captain and make him one of his lowly kind but he'd failed! The great Gaston was incorruptible! And wasn't a gross sodomite like the fat ball under the shiny piece of furniture.
"Sorry old friend, it's hero time." Gaston said.
I hope you'll get crushed and die! He thought.
That enchanted harpsichord had dropped in just in time! Oh now, he was making clever puns. He really was the best.
In fact, since he'd recalled the dubious tastes of LeFou, the sneaky hunter had looked for a way to throw him off without looking suspicious and kill two birds with one stone by using the said 'tastes' to disprove his attempted murder on Maurice. The little shit had almost spilled the beans when Maurice asked to vouch for him. Gaston was then forced to touch him in a too… intimate way. He hesitated a bit before taking the plump chin between his forefinger and thumb.
"LeFou, my dearest companion…" My worst companion! I'm currently keeping my mouth from throwing up! "Did I, your oldest friend and most loyal compatriot," Why am I friend with you again? "…tried to kill the father of the only woman I've ever loved?" Yes, I love women; I'm not a filthy pervert like you. Take that in your pretty face and get it right in your deformed brain! Gaston didn't expect what followed.
"Well, it's a… c-complicated question on a number of accounts…" LeFou stammered.
Wha…? This trashbag dared to contradict his own captain again? If you won't give up on your sinful tastes, at least make them useful! Gaston intensely glared into LeFou's eyes. I swear if you betray me, you will pay dearly.
"But… no. No, he did not!" The at last faithful doggie asserted.
Good. His dubious affection for the hunter was appalling but at least it had saved the latter from prison. Well, he should never have brought LeFou with him in the forest to begin with. Gaston wouldn't have got any problem then. Why? Why had he brought LeFou with him? The captain knew well the way back to the village, so why? As if crazy old Maurice wasn't enough of a pain in the…
Crazy old Maurice? Gaston got a gloomy epiphany. Yeah, it was so simple! Why hadn't he thought of it before? It'd have spared him all that trouble in the forest and LeFou inspiring him unholy feelings again! The place that had made the ex-warrior a real man would be the grave of the only hindrance on his way to become the most perfect man ever.
When Belle came back with her enchanted mirror, the angry soldier decided to lock her up too. First, she was a witch or at least corrupted by dark magic and secondly, if her mind was broken by the asylum, she'd agree to marry him more easily. Besides…
"He's not a monster, Gaston. You are!" She dared to spit in his handsome face.
She could be the most well-read and beautiful woman in the village or the world, no one –NO ONE!- called the great captain Gaston 'monster'! Especially when his own father, the asylum staff, everyone around him called him that way… before he managed to prove them wrong during that blessed war. Wait… the existence of a demonic Beast was the perfect occasion to start a new war. Gaston could show everyone he wasn't a monster but to the contrary the most skilled leader and most effective soldier! The manliest and most achieved man ever! The hero the village –or even whole France!- was in need of. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder.
"Gaston, with all due respect…"
Oh no, you won't stop me, sale petite merde! You will never stop me ever again! I remember what you truly are!
"Do you want to be next?!" You're already lucky I didn't utter a word about your loathsome tastes in men! But if you want to live what I lived, then be my guest! "Fetch my horse!" Gaston ordered like a proper captain since the war ended. He barely noticed the refrained tears in LeFou's eyes. What mattered was his blind obedience.