Beauty and the Beast
By Sniffles & Freewater
Disclaimers : Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z and Dragon Ball GT's story line and characters are copyrighted to Akira Toriyama and the various companies who produced the anime and merchandise. "Beauty and the Beast" belongs to Mme de Villeneuve (who created the original story) and to Mme de Richemont (who shortened it to create the version everybody know nowadays). This work of fanfiction was produced exclusively for entertainment purpose ; no money exchanged hands nor was any other kind of material profit made from this.
Category : Romance, Fairy Tale, Disney's Parody, Humour, Sappy, Alternate-Universe, OOC & Shonen Ai.
Pairing(s) : Gh/MTr
Rating : PG - 13
Spoilers : None that I can think of, unless you've never watched Dragon Ball or read/watched Beauty and the Beast.
Summary : DBZ version of Beauty and the Beast.
Notes : The first three chapters were written by Sniffles but she lost interest in the fic. The others chapters are written by Freewater who kindly took over the fic with Sniffles's approval.
Cast : In the order they appear
Beast played by : Gohan
Gaston played by : Mr. Satan a.k.a Hercule
Lefou played by : Krillin
Belle played by : Mirai Trunks (just because he's cuter and GT Trunks couldn't make the audition. )
Maurice played by : Vegeta heheheheheh
Phillipe played by : Phillipe
Archive : Ask my permission first.
Feedback : Of course! Comments and criticisms always received with extreme happiness!!!!
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Chapter Seventeen: Big Mistakes
Gohan snarled menacingly , walking around in the hundredth circle he'd done around his room in complete agitation, throwing a table out of his way where it crashed into a wall and splinters fell to the ground. It was no big deal to him, just something more to add to the mess.
What was the big deal you ask? He was in love. Trunks had actually done the impossible by capturing and melting his heart, and the boy didn't even know it. 'This is just fucking great!' He mentally cursed, still snarling and pacing as he fought to keep from completely losing it.
"That stupid witch! Her and her fucking dumbass spells!" He ranted out in a rage. It was the very first time ever feeling something like this, and he didn't even get to pursue it. There would be no passionate kisses, no gentle touches, and he couldn't even whisper any blissful words of love to him.
"Not when I look like--" He stopped in front of a full length cracked mirror, and cringed at his ugly reflection. "this." He finished glumly before the rage took over again.
Did that witch not think properly when she cast her spell on him? It would still be possible for him to love, that much was certain to him at this point, but who could ever love him back when he was so hideous? Hell, if he were to even tell the boy about his feelings for him he'd probably look at him like he was a sick twisted monster before trying to run away again.
There was no one in the world who wouldn't act that way!
He was hideous, and Trunks did not, nor would he ever love him. Why should he even try? What was the point? Trying to earn the feelings of someone who saw you as a monster on the outside, and would never consider you anything more than a friend for what you were on the inside?
He hated the very idea of. Trying for something he could never have anyway. He was so used to simply taking the things he wanted. But love was hardly something you could demand from a person now was it?
"That little... That stupid little..." He choked out, unable to finish his insult against the teen on the other side of the castle. It his minds eye, it was all his fault. If he hadn't shown up then he never would have met him and he wouldn't be going through this.
Trunks would never love him back, not ever. Why couldn't the world just leave him alone to his misery? Why was fate cruel enough to send that boy knocking on his door? Was he being punished further? For the many cruel and heartless things he'd done in his life?
If so then he was being punished a hell of a lot more than what he deserved. And it simply wasn't fair.
He needed to see him. He wanted to put Trunks in his place. Remind him that he wasn't a guest and that he was a prisoner. They were barely friends, and the boy would never love him so why should he even try?
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It really was a beautiful library. Lush carpets and drapes, great fireplaces with beautiful stone statues and enough books to keep a hundred people busy for a hundred years.
Trunks really did appreciate his gift, especially from where he was sitting, lounging on an oversized comfortable chair with his legs kicked over the arm while he read peacefully.
Or, almost peacefully. Yamcha's chatter was a little distracting, but he still managed to get through a few pages of his interesting book and still pay attention to what the candle stick holder had to say.
Yamcha was only there because it was his job to dust that day, and despite Trunks' offers to help, he declined.
"So what are you reading?" He asked from his spot on top of the fireplace. Dusting around the few miniature statues that decorated it.
"A fantasy novel. It's pretty good." He answered dully, getting to the good part and finding that he couldn't keep his attention on his friend for much longer.
"Oh ya? What's it about?" He asked, finishing the spot and hopping down to approach him. There was a small round table next to the chair, and he thought he'd dust that off next. And since it was right next to him he thought he'd go over to get a look at the book in his hands.
Trunks shrugged, hearing the clang of metal hopping onto the wooden table, but he hardly payed any attention. "It's more of a romance than anything else," He replied. "A prince fell in love with a princess, but she gets an ugly face because of a spell that was cast on her but is actually very beautiful. I think I've read this one before, so I have a good idea of how it ends." Trunks explained, flipping the page over to read what was next.
Yamcha smiled brightly when he heard that. "Really? Wow, that's kind of like you and Master Goha--" He quickly cut himself off before he could go on any further, realizing what he'd just said, but when Trunks whipped his head at him it was obvious that the damage had been done.
"What do you mean, like me and Gohan?" He asked curiously.
Yamcha didn't answer, he only stared and stuttered at him, his mouth agape and unable to fully believe he'd just blown Gohan's cover like that.
But perhaps it wasn't too late to try and fix things.
"I, uh, don't know what your talking about." He said, and as hard as he tried, he couldn't keep the nervous tone out of his voice. And Trunks caught on to that.
"You're lying!" He declared with a pointing finger, smiling triumphantly. "Does this really mean that Gohan has actually had a spell cast on him?" He asked both curiously and excitedly at the same time, awed at the very idea, no matter how foolish it may seem to be.
He did know that the castle was enchanted, and that before so Yamcha was probably just an everyday ordinary candlestick holder, along with Piccolo and Chi-Chi as well. But he never stopped to think that Gohan could be enchanted too. And the idea that he was originally a wolf of some kind intrigued him. And he was all the more shocked and convinced by the thought at the look of terror that crossed Yamcha's face, though why they would all want to hide something like that, he didn't know.
"No! No, of course not!" The candlestick holder yelled in a near panic. Trunks couldn't find out! He couldn't! It would ruin everything!
Before Trunks could press him for anymore answers though, a rough hand grabbing his shoulder and snapping him around stopped him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!?" Gohan roared at him in a rage, nearly toppling the teen over with the ferocity of it.
Gohan had heard some of what was said when he neared the library with his animal ears, only running in just in time to stop him from pestering Yamcha any further on the subject. And he couldn't stop the scary thought from entering his head that just maybe, the boy had figured it all out.
Because if he did, then he would never become human again regardless of whether or not he did have his love.
When Trunks didn't answer him, and simply stood there before him, shocked about his angered state, he turned to Yamcha. "Does he know?" He snarled.
The candlestick holder gulped nervously, having a good idea of where Trunks' train of thought went when he said that the characters in the book and the two of them were similar to each other. "I-I... I think he does, m-master." He stammered out, deadly afraid of what the consequences of letting the secret slip would be.
But to both his luck and horror, the anger wasn't directed at him, but at Trunks.
Gohan grabbed him by the cuff of his shirt before lifting him into the air to be at his eye level as he glared death at him, wanting him to see the pain and agony he'd caused him along with his fury.
Trunks made him fall in love with him, and then he just had to stick his nose where it didn't belong and find out about his secret. Now, because he knew that he was originally a human and would become one again should he give his love to him, the witch's spell voided him. With or without Trunks' love, he would remain hideous for the rest of his life.
And it was by far too late to try and find someone else to help him with this. He was stuck the way he was forever.
"Do you have any idea of what you've just done to me?" He demanded slowly, making his voice seem all the more threatening and deadly.
Trunks could do nothing but stare at him in complete terror, Gohan's murderous eyes piercing him like nails, trying to explain himself and maybe even apologize, but nothing would leave his open mouth aside from a few incoherent stutters.
He just didn't get it. What had he done wrong?
Gohan's snarl only deepened with his lack of response, and as a result, he marched right out of the library with him still in his one hand. Heading for the tower.
Trunks didn't struggle much as he was taken, but that was only because he didn't know where they were going. At the most he expected Gohan to take him back to his room and lock him in for the rest of the night and he decided to stay quiet to not get into anymore trouble.
But when Gohan headed down the opposite hallway as the one leading to his room, he started to get a little afraid. And even then it wasn't until Gohan opened up an old familiar wooden door that led to a spiral stone staircase did he manage to find his voice.
"We're not going to the tower are we?!" He cried out in a mixture of shock and fear, already feeling the air get colder as Gohan climbed the steps with him still in hand.
"Yes we are." Was the heartless reply. "You're a prisoner here! It's time you saw that! I'm tired of treating you like a guest!" He said, his voice raising in his increased anger over the whole god damned situation.
If Trunks didn't love him then he didn't want to love him either. And he'd do anything to make the feelings he had for him go away, even lock him in the tower in the middle of winter. If he were to go back to acting like his old self, then maybe his love for him would go away and he could go back to suffering in silence.
He was better of when he wasn't around anyway. At least that way he didn't have the hope that he could become human again within his reach, only to be snatched away from him when his love decided to go snooping into his affairs.
It wasn't like Trunks would ever want him anyway. He was a monster, and a heartless one at that. And he didn't want Trunks looking at him with any type of friendly adoration if there would be no love in his own heart to back it up.
Gohan wanted his love, but Trunks was offering nothing but friendship. And he hated him for it.
"You can't be serious!!" Trunks bellowed out in total disbelief. "It's night time and in the middle of winter! I'll freeze to death!" He cried out, trying to pry the strong fingers from his cloak so that he could hopefully make a run for it.
Gohan snorted as he entered the main room which contained the many small prisoner cells that were there, his breath in steam as he grabbed a set of skeleton keys from off a hook on a pillar and picked out a room. The same one that had held his father those few days ago.
"You should have thought of that before you went messing in my business, again!" He snarled as slammed open the thick wooden door and marched inside of the freezing space.
He couldn't help the chill that ran up his spine at exactly how cold it really was. He'd have to make sure to let him out after a few hours in here to warm up. Surely that would be enough to teach him his lesson and get him out of his thoughts.
Trunks was simply looking up at him in shock, unable to believe that he wouldn't care that being locked in that small space for the remainder of his prison sentence could kill him and stunned when Gohan slammed him against the freezing stone wall. Grabbing a set of shackles from the wall before chaining each of his hands with them.
Trunks then snarled at him. Unable to believe that he could let himself forget like he did. About all the things Gohan had done to him and his father. Separating them and taking away his freedom. He was a monster. Pure and simple.
He locked up his ill father in here without a care in the world, and now he was doing the same to him. And right when Trunks found himself actually liking him too. He considered him to be a good friend even. He should have known better.
"I hate you, Gohan!!" He screamed, stunning him just as he was in the middle of locking the shackle on his left wrist.
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!!!!!!" He screamed again, dropping the largest amount of venom and hatred as he could into his voice for more effect, and pleased with himself at the stunned face Gohan made.
However, that face quickly changed into one of pure anger as Gohan sneered at him before screaming back. "Well good, because I hate you too!!!" He roared out in a rage, snapping the shackle to close and locking Trunks in place as he turned in his heal and stormed out of the room. Slamming the cell door behind him when he left. The echoing sound of the other door in the main room slamming as well, indicating how alone he was.
And Trunks just sat there, eyes wide open and tears streaming down his cheeks. Heartbroken that Gohan could trick him like he did, acting so friendly, as if he cared for him even, before doing something like this to him.
A freezing cold gust of wind blew in from the window, bringing with it many, many flakes of snow that started to build up on the stone floor, and Trunks started shivering. Bringing his knees up before hugging them to his chest and burying his face in them. There wasn't much slack on his chains at all, so that was about all he could do.
He wanted to go home. Back to his village. He missed his father and wanted to see him again, and being chained to a wall in this ice cold cell was a cruel reminder of how he could never go home or see his father ever again. Hell, he'd gladly put up with Hercule's antics again if he could just leave. And he could do nothing but sob harder at the thought.
To Be Continued.......................
Sorry for that, but there's a point to this scene which will show itself in the next one or two chapters
Thanks to everyone who reviewed me! please be kind and do so again, suggestions are welcome : )
By Sniffles & Freewater
Disclaimers : Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z and Dragon Ball GT's story line and characters are copyrighted to Akira Toriyama and the various companies who produced the anime and merchandise. "Beauty and the Beast" belongs to Mme de Villeneuve (who created the original story) and to Mme de Richemont (who shortened it to create the version everybody know nowadays). This work of fanfiction was produced exclusively for entertainment purpose ; no money exchanged hands nor was any other kind of material profit made from this.
Category : Romance, Fairy Tale, Disney's Parody, Humour, Sappy, Alternate-Universe, OOC & Shonen Ai.
Pairing(s) : Gh/MTr
Rating : PG - 13
Spoilers : None that I can think of, unless you've never watched Dragon Ball or read/watched Beauty and the Beast.
Summary : DBZ version of Beauty and the Beast.
Notes : The first three chapters were written by Sniffles but she lost interest in the fic. The others chapters are written by Freewater who kindly took over the fic with Sniffles's approval.
Cast : In the order they appear
Beast played by : Gohan
Gaston played by : Mr. Satan a.k.a Hercule
Lefou played by : Krillin
Belle played by : Mirai Trunks (just because he's cuter and GT Trunks couldn't make the audition. )
Maurice played by : Vegeta heheheheheh
Phillipe played by : Phillipe
Archive : Ask my permission first.
Feedback : Of course! Comments and criticisms always received with extreme happiness!!!!
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Chapter Seventeen: Big Mistakes
Gohan snarled menacingly , walking around in the hundredth circle he'd done around his room in complete agitation, throwing a table out of his way where it crashed into a wall and splinters fell to the ground. It was no big deal to him, just something more to add to the mess.
What was the big deal you ask? He was in love. Trunks had actually done the impossible by capturing and melting his heart, and the boy didn't even know it. 'This is just fucking great!' He mentally cursed, still snarling and pacing as he fought to keep from completely losing it.
"That stupid witch! Her and her fucking dumbass spells!" He ranted out in a rage. It was the very first time ever feeling something like this, and he didn't even get to pursue it. There would be no passionate kisses, no gentle touches, and he couldn't even whisper any blissful words of love to him.
"Not when I look like--" He stopped in front of a full length cracked mirror, and cringed at his ugly reflection. "this." He finished glumly before the rage took over again.
Did that witch not think properly when she cast her spell on him? It would still be possible for him to love, that much was certain to him at this point, but who could ever love him back when he was so hideous? Hell, if he were to even tell the boy about his feelings for him he'd probably look at him like he was a sick twisted monster before trying to run away again.
There was no one in the world who wouldn't act that way!
He was hideous, and Trunks did not, nor would he ever love him. Why should he even try? What was the point? Trying to earn the feelings of someone who saw you as a monster on the outside, and would never consider you anything more than a friend for what you were on the inside?
He hated the very idea of. Trying for something he could never have anyway. He was so used to simply taking the things he wanted. But love was hardly something you could demand from a person now was it?
"That little... That stupid little..." He choked out, unable to finish his insult against the teen on the other side of the castle. It his minds eye, it was all his fault. If he hadn't shown up then he never would have met him and he wouldn't be going through this.
Trunks would never love him back, not ever. Why couldn't the world just leave him alone to his misery? Why was fate cruel enough to send that boy knocking on his door? Was he being punished further? For the many cruel and heartless things he'd done in his life?
If so then he was being punished a hell of a lot more than what he deserved. And it simply wasn't fair.
He needed to see him. He wanted to put Trunks in his place. Remind him that he wasn't a guest and that he was a prisoner. They were barely friends, and the boy would never love him so why should he even try?
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It really was a beautiful library. Lush carpets and drapes, great fireplaces with beautiful stone statues and enough books to keep a hundred people busy for a hundred years.
Trunks really did appreciate his gift, especially from where he was sitting, lounging on an oversized comfortable chair with his legs kicked over the arm while he read peacefully.
Or, almost peacefully. Yamcha's chatter was a little distracting, but he still managed to get through a few pages of his interesting book and still pay attention to what the candle stick holder had to say.
Yamcha was only there because it was his job to dust that day, and despite Trunks' offers to help, he declined.
"So what are you reading?" He asked from his spot on top of the fireplace. Dusting around the few miniature statues that decorated it.
"A fantasy novel. It's pretty good." He answered dully, getting to the good part and finding that he couldn't keep his attention on his friend for much longer.
"Oh ya? What's it about?" He asked, finishing the spot and hopping down to approach him. There was a small round table next to the chair, and he thought he'd dust that off next. And since it was right next to him he thought he'd go over to get a look at the book in his hands.
Trunks shrugged, hearing the clang of metal hopping onto the wooden table, but he hardly payed any attention. "It's more of a romance than anything else," He replied. "A prince fell in love with a princess, but she gets an ugly face because of a spell that was cast on her but is actually very beautiful. I think I've read this one before, so I have a good idea of how it ends." Trunks explained, flipping the page over to read what was next.
Yamcha smiled brightly when he heard that. "Really? Wow, that's kind of like you and Master Goha--" He quickly cut himself off before he could go on any further, realizing what he'd just said, but when Trunks whipped his head at him it was obvious that the damage had been done.
"What do you mean, like me and Gohan?" He asked curiously.
Yamcha didn't answer, he only stared and stuttered at him, his mouth agape and unable to fully believe he'd just blown Gohan's cover like that.
But perhaps it wasn't too late to try and fix things.
"I, uh, don't know what your talking about." He said, and as hard as he tried, he couldn't keep the nervous tone out of his voice. And Trunks caught on to that.
"You're lying!" He declared with a pointing finger, smiling triumphantly. "Does this really mean that Gohan has actually had a spell cast on him?" He asked both curiously and excitedly at the same time, awed at the very idea, no matter how foolish it may seem to be.
He did know that the castle was enchanted, and that before so Yamcha was probably just an everyday ordinary candlestick holder, along with Piccolo and Chi-Chi as well. But he never stopped to think that Gohan could be enchanted too. And the idea that he was originally a wolf of some kind intrigued him. And he was all the more shocked and convinced by the thought at the look of terror that crossed Yamcha's face, though why they would all want to hide something like that, he didn't know.
"No! No, of course not!" The candlestick holder yelled in a near panic. Trunks couldn't find out! He couldn't! It would ruin everything!
Before Trunks could press him for anymore answers though, a rough hand grabbing his shoulder and snapping him around stopped him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!?" Gohan roared at him in a rage, nearly toppling the teen over with the ferocity of it.
Gohan had heard some of what was said when he neared the library with his animal ears, only running in just in time to stop him from pestering Yamcha any further on the subject. And he couldn't stop the scary thought from entering his head that just maybe, the boy had figured it all out.
Because if he did, then he would never become human again regardless of whether or not he did have his love.
When Trunks didn't answer him, and simply stood there before him, shocked about his angered state, he turned to Yamcha. "Does he know?" He snarled.
The candlestick holder gulped nervously, having a good idea of where Trunks' train of thought went when he said that the characters in the book and the two of them were similar to each other. "I-I... I think he does, m-master." He stammered out, deadly afraid of what the consequences of letting the secret slip would be.
But to both his luck and horror, the anger wasn't directed at him, but at Trunks.
Gohan grabbed him by the cuff of his shirt before lifting him into the air to be at his eye level as he glared death at him, wanting him to see the pain and agony he'd caused him along with his fury.
Trunks made him fall in love with him, and then he just had to stick his nose where it didn't belong and find out about his secret. Now, because he knew that he was originally a human and would become one again should he give his love to him, the witch's spell voided him. With or without Trunks' love, he would remain hideous for the rest of his life.
And it was by far too late to try and find someone else to help him with this. He was stuck the way he was forever.
"Do you have any idea of what you've just done to me?" He demanded slowly, making his voice seem all the more threatening and deadly.
Trunks could do nothing but stare at him in complete terror, Gohan's murderous eyes piercing him like nails, trying to explain himself and maybe even apologize, but nothing would leave his open mouth aside from a few incoherent stutters.
He just didn't get it. What had he done wrong?
Gohan's snarl only deepened with his lack of response, and as a result, he marched right out of the library with him still in his one hand. Heading for the tower.
Trunks didn't struggle much as he was taken, but that was only because he didn't know where they were going. At the most he expected Gohan to take him back to his room and lock him in for the rest of the night and he decided to stay quiet to not get into anymore trouble.
But when Gohan headed down the opposite hallway as the one leading to his room, he started to get a little afraid. And even then it wasn't until Gohan opened up an old familiar wooden door that led to a spiral stone staircase did he manage to find his voice.
"We're not going to the tower are we?!" He cried out in a mixture of shock and fear, already feeling the air get colder as Gohan climbed the steps with him still in hand.
"Yes we are." Was the heartless reply. "You're a prisoner here! It's time you saw that! I'm tired of treating you like a guest!" He said, his voice raising in his increased anger over the whole god damned situation.
If Trunks didn't love him then he didn't want to love him either. And he'd do anything to make the feelings he had for him go away, even lock him in the tower in the middle of winter. If he were to go back to acting like his old self, then maybe his love for him would go away and he could go back to suffering in silence.
He was better of when he wasn't around anyway. At least that way he didn't have the hope that he could become human again within his reach, only to be snatched away from him when his love decided to go snooping into his affairs.
It wasn't like Trunks would ever want him anyway. He was a monster, and a heartless one at that. And he didn't want Trunks looking at him with any type of friendly adoration if there would be no love in his own heart to back it up.
Gohan wanted his love, but Trunks was offering nothing but friendship. And he hated him for it.
"You can't be serious!!" Trunks bellowed out in total disbelief. "It's night time and in the middle of winter! I'll freeze to death!" He cried out, trying to pry the strong fingers from his cloak so that he could hopefully make a run for it.
Gohan snorted as he entered the main room which contained the many small prisoner cells that were there, his breath in steam as he grabbed a set of skeleton keys from off a hook on a pillar and picked out a room. The same one that had held his father those few days ago.
"You should have thought of that before you went messing in my business, again!" He snarled as slammed open the thick wooden door and marched inside of the freezing space.
He couldn't help the chill that ran up his spine at exactly how cold it really was. He'd have to make sure to let him out after a few hours in here to warm up. Surely that would be enough to teach him his lesson and get him out of his thoughts.
Trunks was simply looking up at him in shock, unable to believe that he wouldn't care that being locked in that small space for the remainder of his prison sentence could kill him and stunned when Gohan slammed him against the freezing stone wall. Grabbing a set of shackles from the wall before chaining each of his hands with them.
Trunks then snarled at him. Unable to believe that he could let himself forget like he did. About all the things Gohan had done to him and his father. Separating them and taking away his freedom. He was a monster. Pure and simple.
He locked up his ill father in here without a care in the world, and now he was doing the same to him. And right when Trunks found himself actually liking him too. He considered him to be a good friend even. He should have known better.
"I hate you, Gohan!!" He screamed, stunning him just as he was in the middle of locking the shackle on his left wrist.
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!!!!!!" He screamed again, dropping the largest amount of venom and hatred as he could into his voice for more effect, and pleased with himself at the stunned face Gohan made.
However, that face quickly changed into one of pure anger as Gohan sneered at him before screaming back. "Well good, because I hate you too!!!" He roared out in a rage, snapping the shackle to close and locking Trunks in place as he turned in his heal and stormed out of the room. Slamming the cell door behind him when he left. The echoing sound of the other door in the main room slamming as well, indicating how alone he was.
And Trunks just sat there, eyes wide open and tears streaming down his cheeks. Heartbroken that Gohan could trick him like he did, acting so friendly, as if he cared for him even, before doing something like this to him.
A freezing cold gust of wind blew in from the window, bringing with it many, many flakes of snow that started to build up on the stone floor, and Trunks started shivering. Bringing his knees up before hugging them to his chest and burying his face in them. There wasn't much slack on his chains at all, so that was about all he could do.
He wanted to go home. Back to his village. He missed his father and wanted to see him again, and being chained to a wall in this ice cold cell was a cruel reminder of how he could never go home or see his father ever again. Hell, he'd gladly put up with Hercule's antics again if he could just leave. And he could do nothing but sob harder at the thought.
To Be Continued.......................
Sorry for that, but there's a point to this scene which will show itself in the next one or two chapters
Thanks to everyone who reviewed me! please be kind and do so again, suggestions are welcome : )