White Rose Beauty and the Red Rose Beast pt. 1
As the years past as the parts of the castle fell into disrepair, none could find a way to break their Prince's curse. Every demon maiden who had come to the door ran away in fright of his human looks. Over the years, their castle was forgotten every demon fearing the now humans living inside.
Everyone had changed. The once green skinned, many purple eyed, Hiei had been reduced to a small human male with deep black hair and crimson eyes as his prized Jagan which once hid under his bandanna had disappeared. His lover, Cristy, was now a human girl with long black hair and eyes similar to her lover's only with the faintest glint of gold in their depths. Yusuke, the once handsome and formidable foe, had lost his fine cream colored hair and purple markings and was now only a human teenage with deep black hair and brown eyes. The once cat demon with long orange hair, small cat ears, and long tail, Kuwabara, was now a large and clumsy human with curly orange hair and beady black eyes on an ugly face. A once blue haired deity, Botan looked as she seemed to have should, only to find she could on longer summon her oars. Keiko, Yusuke's lover and wife, was only a fragile human girl with short brown hair and eyes. The once handsome raven spirit, Kuronue had changed to a handsome human with his long raven hair cropped short and only down to his shoulders loosely tied in a ponytail with the only his purple eyes reminding him of his life as a demon.
Kuronue looked all around him at all his now human friends. A thousand years had past since that faithful night that had cursed and haunted them for the rest of their demon lives. 'But none could be haunted more by that night than him,' Kuronue thought as he looked at a darkened corner towards his Prince's bedchamber all the humans in the room wondering what had happened to their once handsome Prince.
Kurama sat in the darkness and dim candlelight as he glared at the glowing rose sitting in a far corner on a table. His now piercing green eyes looked around the once grand room filled with fine white an gold silks and sheets and furniture. The bedchamber had fallen into bad disrepair over the last thousand years. The sheets and silks were torn, and the furniture faded and dirty. A wall of large windows, looking into the distant forest and the black blanket of diamond dewdrops with a large white pearl hanging in the sky, was dirty and crusted with dust and mildew. The large once white stone balconies were stained with black dirt and deep green mold. A large gold and silver mirror along the wall, hung broken its reflecting shards scattered all over the floor. He sighed angrily to himself. 'How could I have been so stupid?' he asked himself as he remembered that faithful night.
He tangled his human fingers into his long red locks on the sides of his face slightly pulling his hair back as one thought ran through his mind as he felt a strange and foreign emotion, an emotion that called itself guilt. 'It's all my fault.. All my fault.'
The afternoon sun shown in a small demon town as a young fairly wearing a hooded deep dark blue cloak with intricate silver trim walked from store to store with a basket as she did her family's errands. Her light blue hair, streaked with green and laced with white and pink flowers, softly wafted in the Makai breeze as her silver eyes darted from toys to books in the shop windows. Young demon men passed by her courteously tipping their hats and bowing their heads all hoping to win her affections. She kindly smiled in return as the other demon girls in the town watched jealously all wishing to be in her place.
"There she goes again," said a young demon girl to her friend as she watched the fairy walk into a shop.
"Yes," the friend began. "Kizna, she must be the prettiest girl in town.. Why look at how all the men stare at her."
"She must be," replied the other girl as she watched the fairy walk by. "And the kindest too."
The two demon girls sighed despairingly.
Kizna walked to a small library filled with the smells of leather binding and inks. Her errands were done for the day as she couldn't help but be drawn to the small shop for a good reading. She walked through aisles of thousands of books as other patrons stood in the aisles and sat at tables quietly reading. Smiling, she came upon a small black and gold book with a title etched in silver. 'My favorite,' she thought dreamily as she reread the title. 'Silver Roses and Moonlight's Kisses. How romantic.' She opened the small book to its first page and began to get lost in a private world of fantasies unaware of the newcomer to the shop.
Karasu walked around the town looking for her constantly asking the other demons where she was last seen and where she had last gone. He flipped a small gold coin into a demon's hand as the demon pointed towards a small bookshop. He walked in the afternoon light on the cobblestone streets slowly making his way into the small shop. He walked into the shop lit by the afternoon light and soft candles. He quickly spotted her standing in an aisle and quickly made his move just across from her in another aisle and began to watch her.
She walked along the aisle not noticing the violet eyes watching her intently. She reached up as the violet eyed man on the other side reached up as well. Two books fell into two sets of hands at the same time as two sets of eyes locked in surprise.
"Karasu?" Kizna asked as she stared through the books. "What are you doing here?"
"Well," he began as he walked around the aisle towards her. "I just had to stop by when I saw your beautiful face buried in these books, my darling."
Karasu took a small pale hand and slowly brought it to his mouth as his other clawed hand removed his mask. He left a lingering kiss upon the back of her hand as Kizna nervously pulled away from him. She plastered a fake happy smile upon her face.
"Well..." she began nervously as she placed a book back on its shelf before she walked towards the counter. "I believe I am done here.. Now if you'll excuse me."
She walked past him and to the counter as she kindly greeted the kind old demon behind it.
"Ah," began the old demon kindly as she returned Kizna's kind greeting. "This one again? You've read it several times."
"I know," she replied kindly smiling. "But I can't help if it's my favorite."
The old demon went quiet as a look of contemplation crossed his face. After a short moment, the old demon's face broke into a smile.
"Then," he began again. "You keep it."
"What?" Kizna asked surprised as she stepped back. "No.. I couldn't."
"You can and you will," replied the demon kindly. "Take it. It's yours."
"Are you sure?" she asked humbly again receiving a nod. "Thank you."
Kizna turned away only to turn back again to wave to the old demon still not noticing Karasu's eyes watching her.
Karasu watched lustfully as she walked back out into the afternoon sunlight. Quickly, he placed the book he had taken back on it's shelf and walked out of the small library. He walked down and across the cobblestone and into a small tavern crammed full with drunken demons and prostitutes all enjoying company and cheap beer and ale. Karasu walked towards a back corner table filled with three other demon companions. One was a very tall and well built demon wearing an olive green coat and dark sunglasses as another demon with gray curls sat on his shoulder. The other demon at the table wore a strange brown suit of armor that hid his face from view. Karasu sat down.
"You're late Karasu," the large man said. "We've been waiting for quite sometime."
"Forgive me Toguro," Karasu replied. "I had... other matters to attend to."
"Highly unlikely," said the armored man. "You were looking for her."
"Tell me," the gray haired man said from his perch on his brother's shoulder. "Do you plan to make her your wife?"
"Perhaps," Karasu began as he turned to the armored man. "Perhaps I was looking for her Bui. And perhaps I do plan to make Kizna my wife.. Is there anything wrong with that? I think she's perfect for me. She's beautiful and I'm beautiful. We're perfect for one another."
"And none can make as deadly bombs as you Karasu," added Toguro smirking as Karasu nodded conceitedly.
"And a many of the women in this town consider me the most handsome man," Karasu said repeating his former thoughts. "So that makes us perfect for one another."
Karasu waved his hand to a nearby waiter for a round of cheap drinks as the waiter went to retrieve the alcohol. As the drinks arrived and were passed out by a waiter, Karasu raised his mug filled with a clear amber liquid and foam.
"To my new bride," he toasted conceitedly as the others raised their glasses.
"To your new bride!" they chorused in unison as the mugs clanked together.
Kizna's cloak fluttered in the breeze as she flew on her white fairy wings to her family's cottage far along the outskirts of town. She landed and quickly entered hoping to get an early dinner started for her father. 'Father shall be back tonight,' she thought happily. 'He's been gone for quite sometime,' she thought again as she remembered the day her father had left.
~Flashback~
A young demon man with long green hair tied loosely in a ponytail walked along side his daughter as they walked to a large wagon filled with goods. The young man, a famous demon merchant, quickly went to attach the large demon stallion to the cart.
"How long will you be gone this time father?" Kizna asked curiously.
"I don't know daughter," her father replied as he got onto the cart. "Depends on how things go.. I'll bring you back something.. What would you like?"
"All I want is a bright red rose," she answered kindly as she smiled.
"A bright red rose it is then," her father replied as he gently whipped the horse to get moving.
Kizna watched the cart leave her home as she waved a hopeful goodbye. She listened to the large horse's hooves clomp and the cart's wheels rattle on the dirt road going into the deep forest as her father disappeared into the dark depths of the trees.
~End Flashback~
As the years past as the parts of the castle fell into disrepair, none could find a way to break their Prince's curse. Every demon maiden who had come to the door ran away in fright of his human looks. Over the years, their castle was forgotten every demon fearing the now humans living inside.
Everyone had changed. The once green skinned, many purple eyed, Hiei had been reduced to a small human male with deep black hair and crimson eyes as his prized Jagan which once hid under his bandanna had disappeared. His lover, Cristy, was now a human girl with long black hair and eyes similar to her lover's only with the faintest glint of gold in their depths. Yusuke, the once handsome and formidable foe, had lost his fine cream colored hair and purple markings and was now only a human teenage with deep black hair and brown eyes. The once cat demon with long orange hair, small cat ears, and long tail, Kuwabara, was now a large and clumsy human with curly orange hair and beady black eyes on an ugly face. A once blue haired deity, Botan looked as she seemed to have should, only to find she could on longer summon her oars. Keiko, Yusuke's lover and wife, was only a fragile human girl with short brown hair and eyes. The once handsome raven spirit, Kuronue had changed to a handsome human with his long raven hair cropped short and only down to his shoulders loosely tied in a ponytail with the only his purple eyes reminding him of his life as a demon.
Kuronue looked all around him at all his now human friends. A thousand years had past since that faithful night that had cursed and haunted them for the rest of their demon lives. 'But none could be haunted more by that night than him,' Kuronue thought as he looked at a darkened corner towards his Prince's bedchamber all the humans in the room wondering what had happened to their once handsome Prince.
Kurama sat in the darkness and dim candlelight as he glared at the glowing rose sitting in a far corner on a table. His now piercing green eyes looked around the once grand room filled with fine white an gold silks and sheets and furniture. The bedchamber had fallen into bad disrepair over the last thousand years. The sheets and silks were torn, and the furniture faded and dirty. A wall of large windows, looking into the distant forest and the black blanket of diamond dewdrops with a large white pearl hanging in the sky, was dirty and crusted with dust and mildew. The large once white stone balconies were stained with black dirt and deep green mold. A large gold and silver mirror along the wall, hung broken its reflecting shards scattered all over the floor. He sighed angrily to himself. 'How could I have been so stupid?' he asked himself as he remembered that faithful night.
He tangled his human fingers into his long red locks on the sides of his face slightly pulling his hair back as one thought ran through his mind as he felt a strange and foreign emotion, an emotion that called itself guilt. 'It's all my fault.. All my fault.'
The afternoon sun shown in a small demon town as a young fairly wearing a hooded deep dark blue cloak with intricate silver trim walked from store to store with a basket as she did her family's errands. Her light blue hair, streaked with green and laced with white and pink flowers, softly wafted in the Makai breeze as her silver eyes darted from toys to books in the shop windows. Young demon men passed by her courteously tipping their hats and bowing their heads all hoping to win her affections. She kindly smiled in return as the other demon girls in the town watched jealously all wishing to be in her place.
"There she goes again," said a young demon girl to her friend as she watched the fairy walk into a shop.
"Yes," the friend began. "Kizna, she must be the prettiest girl in town.. Why look at how all the men stare at her."
"She must be," replied the other girl as she watched the fairy walk by. "And the kindest too."
The two demon girls sighed despairingly.
Kizna walked to a small library filled with the smells of leather binding and inks. Her errands were done for the day as she couldn't help but be drawn to the small shop for a good reading. She walked through aisles of thousands of books as other patrons stood in the aisles and sat at tables quietly reading. Smiling, she came upon a small black and gold book with a title etched in silver. 'My favorite,' she thought dreamily as she reread the title. 'Silver Roses and Moonlight's Kisses. How romantic.' She opened the small book to its first page and began to get lost in a private world of fantasies unaware of the newcomer to the shop.
Karasu walked around the town looking for her constantly asking the other demons where she was last seen and where she had last gone. He flipped a small gold coin into a demon's hand as the demon pointed towards a small bookshop. He walked in the afternoon light on the cobblestone streets slowly making his way into the small shop. He walked into the shop lit by the afternoon light and soft candles. He quickly spotted her standing in an aisle and quickly made his move just across from her in another aisle and began to watch her.
She walked along the aisle not noticing the violet eyes watching her intently. She reached up as the violet eyed man on the other side reached up as well. Two books fell into two sets of hands at the same time as two sets of eyes locked in surprise.
"Karasu?" Kizna asked as she stared through the books. "What are you doing here?"
"Well," he began as he walked around the aisle towards her. "I just had to stop by when I saw your beautiful face buried in these books, my darling."
Karasu took a small pale hand and slowly brought it to his mouth as his other clawed hand removed his mask. He left a lingering kiss upon the back of her hand as Kizna nervously pulled away from him. She plastered a fake happy smile upon her face.
"Well..." she began nervously as she placed a book back on its shelf before she walked towards the counter. "I believe I am done here.. Now if you'll excuse me."
She walked past him and to the counter as she kindly greeted the kind old demon behind it.
"Ah," began the old demon kindly as she returned Kizna's kind greeting. "This one again? You've read it several times."
"I know," she replied kindly smiling. "But I can't help if it's my favorite."
The old demon went quiet as a look of contemplation crossed his face. After a short moment, the old demon's face broke into a smile.
"Then," he began again. "You keep it."
"What?" Kizna asked surprised as she stepped back. "No.. I couldn't."
"You can and you will," replied the demon kindly. "Take it. It's yours."
"Are you sure?" she asked humbly again receiving a nod. "Thank you."
Kizna turned away only to turn back again to wave to the old demon still not noticing Karasu's eyes watching her.
Karasu watched lustfully as she walked back out into the afternoon sunlight. Quickly, he placed the book he had taken back on it's shelf and walked out of the small library. He walked down and across the cobblestone and into a small tavern crammed full with drunken demons and prostitutes all enjoying company and cheap beer and ale. Karasu walked towards a back corner table filled with three other demon companions. One was a very tall and well built demon wearing an olive green coat and dark sunglasses as another demon with gray curls sat on his shoulder. The other demon at the table wore a strange brown suit of armor that hid his face from view. Karasu sat down.
"You're late Karasu," the large man said. "We've been waiting for quite sometime."
"Forgive me Toguro," Karasu replied. "I had... other matters to attend to."
"Highly unlikely," said the armored man. "You were looking for her."
"Tell me," the gray haired man said from his perch on his brother's shoulder. "Do you plan to make her your wife?"
"Perhaps," Karasu began as he turned to the armored man. "Perhaps I was looking for her Bui. And perhaps I do plan to make Kizna my wife.. Is there anything wrong with that? I think she's perfect for me. She's beautiful and I'm beautiful. We're perfect for one another."
"And none can make as deadly bombs as you Karasu," added Toguro smirking as Karasu nodded conceitedly.
"And a many of the women in this town consider me the most handsome man," Karasu said repeating his former thoughts. "So that makes us perfect for one another."
Karasu waved his hand to a nearby waiter for a round of cheap drinks as the waiter went to retrieve the alcohol. As the drinks arrived and were passed out by a waiter, Karasu raised his mug filled with a clear amber liquid and foam.
"To my new bride," he toasted conceitedly as the others raised their glasses.
"To your new bride!" they chorused in unison as the mugs clanked together.
Kizna's cloak fluttered in the breeze as she flew on her white fairy wings to her family's cottage far along the outskirts of town. She landed and quickly entered hoping to get an early dinner started for her father. 'Father shall be back tonight,' she thought happily. 'He's been gone for quite sometime,' she thought again as she remembered the day her father had left.
~Flashback~
A young demon man with long green hair tied loosely in a ponytail walked along side his daughter as they walked to a large wagon filled with goods. The young man, a famous demon merchant, quickly went to attach the large demon stallion to the cart.
"How long will you be gone this time father?" Kizna asked curiously.
"I don't know daughter," her father replied as he got onto the cart. "Depends on how things go.. I'll bring you back something.. What would you like?"
"All I want is a bright red rose," she answered kindly as she smiled.
"A bright red rose it is then," her father replied as he gently whipped the horse to get moving.
Kizna watched the cart leave her home as she waved a hopeful goodbye. She listened to the large horse's hooves clomp and the cart's wheels rattle on the dirt road going into the deep forest as her father disappeared into the dark depths of the trees.
~End Flashback~