White Rose Beauty and the Red Rose Beast pt. 3
Introductions were made as fine wine and good foods were shared by the group. They ate merrily in a large diningroom. The dining room was decorated in a long deep mahogany, many seated, dining table with fine silk runners and fine china as large glass windows overlooking the forest and the vast gardens filtered the last of the sunlight's rays as mysterious magic slowly lit the many candled chandelier, casting the long shadows of the trees running along the floor and onto the walls, where a large painting and long white credenza stood.
Taka turned to look at the fine and large painting of a handsome young demon. The painting was of a large meadow lined with blooming and flowering trees where the demon stood riding a large demon stallion the demon's silver hair and white tunic softly flowing in the breeze as his golden eyes lovingly watched a young fairy girl swinging on a swing on the branch of a large tree. Taka studied the painting and the young fairy girl's looks. She wore an off shoulder dress trimmed in pink and white as her soft light blue locks half tied in a bun as the rest fell softly behind her as she swung on the tree with a smiling expression her silver eyes shining in the sunlight as her light pink slippers flew off her feet. As Taka studied the painting closer, he noticed the small white outline of the young girl's wings. 'She looks like Kizna,' he thought as he studied the painting.
"Tell me," a voice said breaking Taka's thoughts. "Do you like that painting?"
"Yes very much," he replied as he turned to Kuronue, the owner of the voice. "But who are the people depicted in it?"
"A sad story," Keiko sighed as she looked to the large painting along with the others. "The young man used to be our Prince.. He was once so very beautiful."
"And the girl?" Taka began turning back to the painting. "Who is she?"
"We have no idea," said Botan as she studied the painting along with the others. "The painting was done by the Blind Painter, Yomi, who said she had appeared to him in a dream and found a vision of pure loveliness."
Taka tried to keep a straight face fearing his daughter's safety as he listened to the conversations around him.
"I'll give him that," Yusuke smirked as he raised up his glass. "Too bad she's not real. I sometimes think our Master is madly in love with her."
"How wonderful," said Cristy resting her head on her hand dreamily. "To be in love with a lover you can never have."
"How can it be wonderful?" asked Hiei coldly.
"Oh Hiei," sighed Keiko shaking her head. "She doesn't mean its wonderful. She means its romantic."
"Oh I definitely have to agree," added Botan as she and the other girls sighed dreamily unaware of the wisps of red hair standing just outside the diningroom doors.
Kurama had stood outside his diningroom doors during the whole feast and quietly listened to their words. 'They're right,' he thought to himself ashamed. 'She'll never be real. And if even if she was.. She'll never love me. Why do I bother trying?' His emerald eyes shined with tears as he quickly whipped them away coldly. He turned one last cold stare at his servants and the guest and quietly walked away to the dark and cold depths of his bedchambers.
After dinner with a large candelabra in his hand, Kuronue lead Taka down the castle hallways into a large guest wing. The sun's golden light had long since faded as silver stars shined in the night sky alongside a large crescent moon. Kuronue stopped at a large wooden door and pulled out a small key. As the giant door opened, Taka looked in to find a large and grand room unused over time and filled with fine bright colored silks and fabrics.
"Forgive me," Kuronue said bowing. "I know it's not much but..."
"Not much?" Taka asked interrupting him as he walked into the room. "It's wonderful. I've never seen such fine silks and treasures before."
Kuronue smiled.
"You may leave at sunrise tomorrow," the Raven said. "The others and I shall give you a map to find your way."
"Thank you," Taka replied as Kuronue nodded, quietly exiting the room, slowly shutting the door behind him.
In the basking light of the dawning hours, Taka awoke to the soft ticks of a large mahogany grandfather clock in his room. Quietly, he lace up his boots and prepared to leave as he heard the soft rapping upon his chamber door. As he turned, he looked and found Keiko smiling kindly as she walked in holding a small bundle in her hands.
"Good morning," she greeted kindly as she gently rested a hand on her black maids gown. "Have you slept well?"
"Yes," Taka replied kindly.
Smiling, Keiko nodded as she reached into an apron pocket pulling out a small folded paper.
"Here," she began quietly. "A map to find your way."
"Thank you," Taka replied. "You and the others have been far too kind."
Keiko smiled in reply as she handed him the bundle in her hands.
"Here," she began again. "Food for the long journey."
Taka nodded in reply as he and Keiko walked out the room and down the halls into a large foyer where everyone of the servants and advisors awaited him. Taka shook their hands and kissed the girls' hands in goodbye. Kuronue opened the large door letting in the sun's golden light. They waved one last goodbye to their friend as they slowly closed the door behind him leaving him to go on a long journey home.
Taka looked around as he walked down the walkway towards his cart still sitting out in the beaten forest path. He turned to get one last look at the large castle and the blooming roses around him as he remembered the promise to his daughter. 'There are thousands here,' he thought as he reached for one of the roses. 'Surely, the master of the house won't miss one.' As he plucked off a single rose, he looked up as he heard the menacing creaks and hisses of the deadly plant that now stood before him.
It was a large tree with blood red bark and snarling and hissing branches. Large fangs and acidic drool adorned the mouths of the branches. Stumbling backward, he turned cowardly to the figure of a young red-haired human behind him.
"My servants and I have been kind enough to offer you the shelter of our home," Kurama began menacingly his emerald eyes glaring at the demon before him. "And you have the audacity to steal one of my roses?!"
"F-forgive me," Taka began as he cowered before Kurama. "It is for my daughter. I promised her a rose."
"SILENCE!" Kurama bellowed angrily as he grabbed the demon by his collar. "You shall stay here, in the darkest tower, until I say."
Kurama dragged Taka by his collar into the large castle and to the largest tower as Taka struggled within his grasp. The servants watched in horror all afraid to help or speak. They watched as their master lead him to the darkest and the loneliest tower in the large castle. Kurama pushed him inside as he pulled a key out of his pocket and securely locked the door as he ignored Taka's whimpers coming from inside.
Worriedly, Kizna looked outside her cottage window for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. 'Father has not returned home yet,' she pondered worriedly as she looked into the dark depths of the woods. 'And Karasu has not left yet either,' she thought again as she turned to the dark haired man in her home. He had arrived just as the sun set during yesterday's late afternoon looking for her and her father wanting to ask them both for her hand in marriage. The thought of him asking for her hand made her cringe. She shuddered.
Her thoughts were shattered as she felt a cold hand on her shoulder.
"My darling," his deep voice rasped trying to comfort her, but failing. "Don't worry. You're father shall be home, and we shall be married."
Her eyes went wide, but she dared not turn around. 'He's been making these advances for quite sometime now,' she thought worriedly. 'I don't know how long I can keep him away.' Silently, she pushed his hand away and worriedly paced around her home, trying to figure out what she could do to escape his company. Then, an idea came to her mind.
"I'm going to look for him," she said quickly as she went for her cloak as Karasu's eyes went wide.
"No," he began as he grabbed her arm with his icy hand. "I'll go. It's far too dangerous for you."
She struggled out of his grip as she finished putting on her cloak.
"I'll be fine," she mumbled as she walked out the door. "You stay here just in case he returns."
Karasu watched as the cottage door slammed behind her. He walked over to a chair by a table and rested his feet on the table top. 'After all,' he thought as he rested his hands on the back of his head. 'I shall be the master of this house soon enough.'
Quickly, she made her way to the stables where a white demon mare stood in a stall. She let out the white long maned horse into the aisle of the stables. She hurriedly bridled and saddled her horse before settling herself on the saddle. She put up her hood to keep the sun out of her face as she prepared to ride. Tapping her feet gently on the mare's side, she broke the horse into a racing gallop as she and the horse flew across the field and into the dark forest unaware of what dangers she might face or fall in love with.
(Author's note: I know it's been a while since you have read a chapter, and I'm really really really really sorry!! But as always, I know this is no excuse, writer's block sucks, and i have no idea on what to do.. so.. sorry again *sighs*)
Introductions were made as fine wine and good foods were shared by the group. They ate merrily in a large diningroom. The dining room was decorated in a long deep mahogany, many seated, dining table with fine silk runners and fine china as large glass windows overlooking the forest and the vast gardens filtered the last of the sunlight's rays as mysterious magic slowly lit the many candled chandelier, casting the long shadows of the trees running along the floor and onto the walls, where a large painting and long white credenza stood.
Taka turned to look at the fine and large painting of a handsome young demon. The painting was of a large meadow lined with blooming and flowering trees where the demon stood riding a large demon stallion the demon's silver hair and white tunic softly flowing in the breeze as his golden eyes lovingly watched a young fairy girl swinging on a swing on the branch of a large tree. Taka studied the painting and the young fairy girl's looks. She wore an off shoulder dress trimmed in pink and white as her soft light blue locks half tied in a bun as the rest fell softly behind her as she swung on the tree with a smiling expression her silver eyes shining in the sunlight as her light pink slippers flew off her feet. As Taka studied the painting closer, he noticed the small white outline of the young girl's wings. 'She looks like Kizna,' he thought as he studied the painting.
"Tell me," a voice said breaking Taka's thoughts. "Do you like that painting?"
"Yes very much," he replied as he turned to Kuronue, the owner of the voice. "But who are the people depicted in it?"
"A sad story," Keiko sighed as she looked to the large painting along with the others. "The young man used to be our Prince.. He was once so very beautiful."
"And the girl?" Taka began turning back to the painting. "Who is she?"
"We have no idea," said Botan as she studied the painting along with the others. "The painting was done by the Blind Painter, Yomi, who said she had appeared to him in a dream and found a vision of pure loveliness."
Taka tried to keep a straight face fearing his daughter's safety as he listened to the conversations around him.
"I'll give him that," Yusuke smirked as he raised up his glass. "Too bad she's not real. I sometimes think our Master is madly in love with her."
"How wonderful," said Cristy resting her head on her hand dreamily. "To be in love with a lover you can never have."
"How can it be wonderful?" asked Hiei coldly.
"Oh Hiei," sighed Keiko shaking her head. "She doesn't mean its wonderful. She means its romantic."
"Oh I definitely have to agree," added Botan as she and the other girls sighed dreamily unaware of the wisps of red hair standing just outside the diningroom doors.
Kurama had stood outside his diningroom doors during the whole feast and quietly listened to their words. 'They're right,' he thought to himself ashamed. 'She'll never be real. And if even if she was.. She'll never love me. Why do I bother trying?' His emerald eyes shined with tears as he quickly whipped them away coldly. He turned one last cold stare at his servants and the guest and quietly walked away to the dark and cold depths of his bedchambers.
After dinner with a large candelabra in his hand, Kuronue lead Taka down the castle hallways into a large guest wing. The sun's golden light had long since faded as silver stars shined in the night sky alongside a large crescent moon. Kuronue stopped at a large wooden door and pulled out a small key. As the giant door opened, Taka looked in to find a large and grand room unused over time and filled with fine bright colored silks and fabrics.
"Forgive me," Kuronue said bowing. "I know it's not much but..."
"Not much?" Taka asked interrupting him as he walked into the room. "It's wonderful. I've never seen such fine silks and treasures before."
Kuronue smiled.
"You may leave at sunrise tomorrow," the Raven said. "The others and I shall give you a map to find your way."
"Thank you," Taka replied as Kuronue nodded, quietly exiting the room, slowly shutting the door behind him.
In the basking light of the dawning hours, Taka awoke to the soft ticks of a large mahogany grandfather clock in his room. Quietly, he lace up his boots and prepared to leave as he heard the soft rapping upon his chamber door. As he turned, he looked and found Keiko smiling kindly as she walked in holding a small bundle in her hands.
"Good morning," she greeted kindly as she gently rested a hand on her black maids gown. "Have you slept well?"
"Yes," Taka replied kindly.
Smiling, Keiko nodded as she reached into an apron pocket pulling out a small folded paper.
"Here," she began quietly. "A map to find your way."
"Thank you," Taka replied. "You and the others have been far too kind."
Keiko smiled in reply as she handed him the bundle in her hands.
"Here," she began again. "Food for the long journey."
Taka nodded in reply as he and Keiko walked out the room and down the halls into a large foyer where everyone of the servants and advisors awaited him. Taka shook their hands and kissed the girls' hands in goodbye. Kuronue opened the large door letting in the sun's golden light. They waved one last goodbye to their friend as they slowly closed the door behind him leaving him to go on a long journey home.
Taka looked around as he walked down the walkway towards his cart still sitting out in the beaten forest path. He turned to get one last look at the large castle and the blooming roses around him as he remembered the promise to his daughter. 'There are thousands here,' he thought as he reached for one of the roses. 'Surely, the master of the house won't miss one.' As he plucked off a single rose, he looked up as he heard the menacing creaks and hisses of the deadly plant that now stood before him.
It was a large tree with blood red bark and snarling and hissing branches. Large fangs and acidic drool adorned the mouths of the branches. Stumbling backward, he turned cowardly to the figure of a young red-haired human behind him.
"My servants and I have been kind enough to offer you the shelter of our home," Kurama began menacingly his emerald eyes glaring at the demon before him. "And you have the audacity to steal one of my roses?!"
"F-forgive me," Taka began as he cowered before Kurama. "It is for my daughter. I promised her a rose."
"SILENCE!" Kurama bellowed angrily as he grabbed the demon by his collar. "You shall stay here, in the darkest tower, until I say."
Kurama dragged Taka by his collar into the large castle and to the largest tower as Taka struggled within his grasp. The servants watched in horror all afraid to help or speak. They watched as their master lead him to the darkest and the loneliest tower in the large castle. Kurama pushed him inside as he pulled a key out of his pocket and securely locked the door as he ignored Taka's whimpers coming from inside.
Worriedly, Kizna looked outside her cottage window for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. 'Father has not returned home yet,' she pondered worriedly as she looked into the dark depths of the woods. 'And Karasu has not left yet either,' she thought again as she turned to the dark haired man in her home. He had arrived just as the sun set during yesterday's late afternoon looking for her and her father wanting to ask them both for her hand in marriage. The thought of him asking for her hand made her cringe. She shuddered.
Her thoughts were shattered as she felt a cold hand on her shoulder.
"My darling," his deep voice rasped trying to comfort her, but failing. "Don't worry. You're father shall be home, and we shall be married."
Her eyes went wide, but she dared not turn around. 'He's been making these advances for quite sometime now,' she thought worriedly. 'I don't know how long I can keep him away.' Silently, she pushed his hand away and worriedly paced around her home, trying to figure out what she could do to escape his company. Then, an idea came to her mind.
"I'm going to look for him," she said quickly as she went for her cloak as Karasu's eyes went wide.
"No," he began as he grabbed her arm with his icy hand. "I'll go. It's far too dangerous for you."
She struggled out of his grip as she finished putting on her cloak.
"I'll be fine," she mumbled as she walked out the door. "You stay here just in case he returns."
Karasu watched as the cottage door slammed behind her. He walked over to a chair by a table and rested his feet on the table top. 'After all,' he thought as he rested his hands on the back of his head. 'I shall be the master of this house soon enough.'
Quickly, she made her way to the stables where a white demon mare stood in a stall. She let out the white long maned horse into the aisle of the stables. She hurriedly bridled and saddled her horse before settling herself on the saddle. She put up her hood to keep the sun out of her face as she prepared to ride. Tapping her feet gently on the mare's side, she broke the horse into a racing gallop as she and the horse flew across the field and into the dark forest unaware of what dangers she might face or fall in love with.
(Author's note: I know it's been a while since you have read a chapter, and I'm really really really really sorry!! But as always, I know this is no excuse, writer's block sucks, and i have no idea on what to do.. so.. sorry again *sighs*)