(A/N: These next parts are not included in Beauty and the Beast but I thought that they would sufficiently add to the story so…here they are. Enjoy.)

"Fine. If he wants it that way then so be it. He wants to be in charge…well then good for him. But he's going to regret the day he provoked Shuichi Shindou." Muttered a VERY ticked Shuichi an hour later. "If he wants a war, then by god he sure as hell has one."

Chuckling loudly, he decided to unload any possessions that he might have on him. He had brought a bag with him that included all of the essentials for his survival: a stereo, Grasper CDs, strawberry pocky, socks, bright colored paint, and some strawberry shampoo so he could look and smell pretty. (Don't ask how or why…this is supposed to take place in the middle ages isn't it! )

The brightly colored boy then grabbed the pocky and began to form Phase One of…"The Tick-Off Yuki Plan!".

Hiroshi was mad. And not just teed off, but full-out angry that the crazed inventor wielding firearms had managed to evade him so well for the past three hours. He knew for a fact that K was somewhere in the spooky forest, but had no idea where.

"It's not my fault he went and got himself good and lost. Oh well. I have to get to Shu-chan though before something bad happens."

About thirty feet behind Hiro was K, having a fluent conversation with a squirrel. But of course, as we all know K loves his weapons, he currently had a bazooka aimed casually at the squirrel's head.

"Eekk, ee, eeek?" asked K. Translation: Where's the castle?

"Eeek eeer eee…." Answered the petrified squirrel with the oddest look on its face.

"Well…Eek ee." Translation: Thanks anyway.

"What was that all about?" muttered the squirrel as it scampered away as fast as it could, trying to put as much distance possible between itself and the maniac with the long blond hair.

"Well just PEACHY!" screamed an exasperated K as he started randomly firing his gun at trees, having discarded the bazooka next to a smoking tree. "Just friggin PEACHY!"

"Ummm….K?" asked Hiro as he came running down the path, trying to dodge the still-flying bullets. "How did you get behind me? You had a HUGE head start!"

"I got lost, and then I tried to ask a squirrel where we were and then I found you, I guess…" answered K with an angelic gleam in his eyes.

"Seriously. What were you really doing? Planning an ambush?" said Hiro as he suspiciously narrowed his steely gray eyes.

"Of course I was! For I am Mr. K! Muhahahahaha!" replied K as he again started to fire off his gun.

"And people wonder why I don't visit more often."

"Ahem. Enough of that, Hiro. Now we must devise a devious plan to fool the dastardly demon of death!" said K with a manic grin. He plowed on, completely oblivious to the stares he was receiving from a stunned Hiroshi. "I say we movie in tonight, grab Shuichi, and then run for it."

"And if we get caught?" said the all-knowing genius Hiroshi. "And we don't even know where he's being kept!"

"If we get caught, my dear Nakano, then we scream like little girls and beg for mercy. But we won't get caught because I know where Shuichi is being held!" answered K with an evil glint becoming more and more apparent as the seconds ticked by.

"You know where he's being kept?"

"Why of course. In the tower dungeon!"

"K, I'm hoping you're right. Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go storm the castle!" yelled Hiro as he mounted his horse and started down the path, with an over-enthusiastic K running behind him.

Yuki Eiri was an aspiring writer. He savored the lonely quiet of his castle, his study. As his fingers grasped the pen with fervor and laid out his story on the parchment, his thoughts focused on the girl. Something just didn't feel right whenever he was around her. There was a big piece of the puzzle missing.

"And what the HELL did I do wrong!" he asked the gloomy and dank walls of his sanctuary. "SHE'S the one who suggested the stupid trade in the first place."

While turning this collection of irritations and thoughts, the daydreaming demon was interrupted by incessant knocking, one of the most annoying things to the already peeved demon.

"Hello? I know I'm supposed to be in my room but I got bored and then I decided I wanted to come and see you and apologize for not listening and then I got really bored thinking of how I was going to apologize and then I got lost on the way here and met Tohma and then I disobeyed you again by talking to him and then I thought I had better apologize some more but then I forgot why I was apologizing for in the first place and then…" Shuichi stammered this out and lightning speed and was finally stopped by Yuki who looked murderous and was rubbing his throbbing ears.

"You would have to be the stupidest person I've ever met. Just leave. Now. Before I get angry." Replied Yuki as calmly as he could with his eyes closed, but when he opened them….he was talking to thin air. Shuichi has vanished. "Hmph…maybe he's finally listening to me."

When Yuki turned around to continue his writing however, he found Shuichi placidly sitting at the demon's desk reading what he had just written moments before.

"GET AWAY FROM THE THAT YOU STUPID BRAT! NOW!" screamed the demon as he ran at Shuichi while practically frothing at the mouth. "THAT'S MINE! LEAVE IT ALONE! GET OUT!"

"You can't make me…" sang Shuichi as he quickly grabbed the majority of the scattered parchment and ran around the room gleefully. "You can't catch me, you can't catch me…!"

"I'm giving you until the count of three to return that immediately and escape serious bodily harm. 3….2…1. THAT'S IT! GIVE IT BACK!" spewed Yuki, looking extremely murderous.

Five seconds later he had tackled Shuichi and was attempting to get the parchment back without ripping it, all the while Shuichi was calmly being sat upon and still reading the story. After about ten minutes, the demon finally gave up and took to glaring at the boy who still had his eyes glued to the paper.

"Wow…this is really good." Said the boy quietly when he had finished reading most of the parchment. "I understand you loads better now. Really!" said Shuichi indignantly as the demon raised a skeptic eyebrow.

"If you're finished wallowing in my personal matters will you kindly hand back that parchment? Or am I really going to have to hurt you?" seethed the demon through gritted fangs.

"If you'll let me see the rest. Please?" asked Shuichi, firing up the known "Shuichi Eyes Look". "Please, Yuki-san?"

The demon noticeably jumped at the boy calling him this and using that voice and sporting that…that…look.

"Fine! We have a deal then?" answered Yuki, extending his clawed hand.

"Yes. A deal it is!" said Shuichi happily as he also extended his hand.

When their hands touched, Shuichi could have sworn he felt a shiver go up and back down his spine. He immediately started to blush beet red and quickly withdrew his hand. Yuki, however, looked nor acted any different but felt something similar. He also pulled his hand away, though rather reluctantly.

Three hours later found them both sound asleep, Shuichi's head drooping slightly onto Yuki's shoulder and Yuki's hand draped around Shuichi's shoulders, clutching the parchment that they had been reading. Tohma entered the room once, hoping to catch a glimpse of his recently misplaced boa, but left when he heard loud yelling that threatened to wake the master coming from the tower dungeon. He quickly exited the west wing and scampered off toward the dungeons.

"I thought you said you knew where you were going you twit!" hissed Hiro angrily into K's ear as he continued to curse loudly, his voice echoing off the walls. "And would you shut up!"

Five seconds later a very disgruntled candlestick and a very scared clocks came screeching to a halt in the dungeons to find the two men having a heated argument.

"Excuse me gentlmen. You are currently trespassing and should give up immediately before you require us to use force." Said Tohma in his scary voice. Behind him Sakano promptly passed out at the sight of K whipping out a gun and Hiro cracking his knuckles. "Wait a moment…You're that boy's father, aren't you?"

"Yes I am and I want to know what you've done with my son!" shrieked K at the unshaken candlestick.

"Yeah he's my best friend and we're NOT leaving without him!" added Hiro with conviction.

"Then it looks like you'll be here for a very long time. Shuichi is currently in the company of the master. You would be condemning yourself to death if you were to try an attempt at rescue now. May I offer you an uncomfortable cell why you wait?" with these last words Tohma whipped out his recently acquired boa(Mika had hidden it) and jumped on the two stunned men.

After successfully lassoing them, he dragged them into the nearest cell and loudly slammed the door.

"That should hold 'em." Smirked the victorious candlestick as he carted his colleague off to his quarters.

Yuki woke with a start. Taking in his surroundings, he smirked. He had finally won the girl over. As he gently picked her up and placed her on his bed, many different thoughts were swarming in Yuki's mind. All the things he could do, and then why he shouldn't do them. All too soon though, she started to wake up.

"Mmmm…where am I?" said Shuichi sleepily as he attempted to sit up on the oversized four poster bed. "Yuki-san? What's going on?"

"Nothing you shouldn't have been expecting. You did agree to be my mistress after all." Replied the demon, starting to smile.

"Ya know…I never really figured out what that meant. The candlestick wouldn't tell me." Said Shuichi as he tried to suppress a yawn, but instead just flopped back onto the comfortable mattress.

"I didn't know anyone could be that thick. Oh well. You'll find out soon enough." And with that Yuki flopped down next to the now apprehensive teen and began to kiss his neck.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU MMMPHHH!" squalled Shuichi before Yuki could clamp a powerful hand over his mouth.

"Would you shut up! I don't want the whole castle to come running!" muttered Yuki to the squirming boy. "Just keep quiet and you won't get hurt."

All this remarked awarded the demon was a terrified glance of surrender from the horrified teen. The demon then continued to kiss the boy's neck and worked his way to his lips. Shuichi had stopped trying to get away and was starting to enjoy himself without fully realizing it. Yuki started to pull off Shuichi's shirt but when he succeeded in this task, he let out a scream of rage.

"WHAT THE HELL!"

"What do you mean, 'What the hell'?" asked the startled teen.

"You..you…you're a guy! Oh my God!" exclaimed the demon with a look of shock upon his face. Then he registered that he had just kissed another man. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT! NOW! LEAVE! GET OUT!"

Shuichi grabbed his shirt and ran for it, Yuki following close behind screaming insults at him. He practically fell down the stairs and the demon gave up and returned to the West Wing. Shuichi encountered Sakano and Tohma on the way, but jumped over them and continued running for the door.

"Master! Master? Eiri? We need your help!" screamed Tohma as loud as he could when he saw the frightened boy come speeding by. "EIRI!"

"If you EVER call me that again you insolent little twig of a candlestick, you'll regret every living second afterwards!" hissed the demon savagely as he appeared suddenly behind Tohma and Sakano.

"I'm sorry my Liege, but the girl is gone!" squealed Tohma.

"THAT is NOT a GIRL! And good riddance. At least he knows how to listen better than you."

"Please, sir, she…I mean he…needs help! I heard the wolves howling!" pleaded the now desperate candlestick.

"If anything he owes me for not killing him. I refuse to help him." Answered Yuki firmly, though on the inside he was seriously considering going after Shuichi.

"Eiri-san, please. If you won't help him than I will!" replied Tohma as he started to the door. And he would have lived up to his word if the demon hadn't beaten him to the door.

"It's my fault he's out there, I'll go." Said the demon in a resigned but worried tone, which was an extremely rare combination of emotions for the demon.

Once outside, he quickly found his horse and took off for the woods, trying to remember how to get home. After about two minutes of riding fast and hard, Shuichi heard distinct howling in the distance and began to feel panicky. He was afraid of the wolves and had no means of defending himself.

When he entered the next clearing, about seven wolves emerged from the trees and surrounded the now terror-stricken horse. Shuichi failed to notice one of the wolves appearing to his right and only noticed its presence when it had pulled him completely out of the saddle. This scaring the horse even more, it started to wildly kick its back legs, one of these kicks catching Shuichi in the stomach and sending him flying into a nearby tree.

The boy looked around and to his surprise, his shirt had gotten caught in the tree branches, holding him barely out of the wolves reach. He breathed a sigh of relief but then wondered how he was going to get out of this one. As he thought this, his shirt suddenly ripped a little and his legs were now in reach of the wolves. Hoping that death would come quickly the boy closed his eyes and waited for the pain.

But it never came. Instead he heard a yelp of pain from one of the wolves and cursing that sounded very familiar. He slowly opened his eyes and found Yuki, by himself, fighting off the wolves, the horse still caught in the tree. Shuichi couldn't believe it.

After about five minutes of fighting, the wolves finally gave up, and so did Yuki. As soon as the wolves were gone, he collapsed in the snow and did not get back up. Shuichi let out a scream and tried to frantically get loose. He eventually succeeded and fell into a large pile of snow. Running over to the injured demon, Shuichi rolled him over and let out a gasp.

There was a large gash on his pale arm. It was bone-deep and Shuichi felt suddenly sick. There was blood everywhere, as the demon had three more cuts just like it on his legs and chest. With strength Shuichi never knew he had, he somehow managed to lift the demon up onto the now calm horse. Grabbing the reins, he slowly started back toward the castle, all the while pondering why the demon had come to rescue him in the first place.

Another thought surfaced to the boy's mind as they neared the castle….his feelings for the demon. He did not hate him, nor did he love him. Yet, he was sure there was something more than friendship lingering in his heart. Shuichi stopped in his tracks at this new revelation.

"I can't, just can't, like him! No!" said the boy to himself while smacking himself in the forehead. "No! I just can't! Oh my god…I'm actually falling in love with him…No…this isn't right…but it's true…I'm falling for him."

All too soon they had reached the castle doors where the entire staff was awaiting their master's return. Mike fainted when she saw her brother covered in blood, Sakano ran away, Judy and Michael sped off to get hot water and antiseptic, while Tohma just stood there stunned.

"M-mmm…mmaster?" stammered the worried candlestick.

"Tohma…I need your help…take the horse and tell me where the nearest chair is." Requested the shivering boy, seeing as he was wearing a thin shirt and pants. "Please hurry."

"Of course…" answered Tohma as he grabbed the reins and told Shuichi where to go.

When the boy and the still unconscious demon reached the living room area, Judy and Michael were waiting for them with rags and antiseptic water.

"Thanks Judy." Said the boy as he draped the bloody demon in his winged armchair. "We should probably wake him up, right?"

"You're on your own if you do kid."

Taking a deep breath, saying last minute prayers, and hoping to Buddha that he wouldn't get murdered, Shuichi grabbed a wet rag and started to dab at the gash in Yuki's arm. .08 seconds later, however…

"BLOODY HELL! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU IDIOT! GET AWAY FROM ME! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OWWWW!"

"Please calm down Yuki-san…I'm sorry…I'm just trying to help.." stuttered the boy as he dodged a well-placed swing at his head by the angered demon. "THAT WAS UN-NECESSARY! I'M TRYING TO HELP AHHH!"

The demon's fist made contact with Shuichi's head, knocking him clean off his feet and slamming him into the stone fireplace.

"Oww…" said the boy as he tried to collect himself so that he could be prepared to dodge more attempts on his life. He started to look at the winged armchair but instead found the demon six inches from his face, looking worried.

"I'm sorry. I overreacted…again." And thus Shuichi heard probably the only apology ever said by Yuki Eiri. "You were just trying to help."

And then Yuki got up and sat back down.

"I won't try to kill you this time if you're not afraid to come closer." Said the demon with a challenging tone.

Reluctantly the boy walked back over to the demon and grabbed the rag. Yuki eyed it suspiciously before allowing Shuichi to come any closer. But when the rag made contact with his wounds, the demon was NOT happy.

"This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't of run away!" accused the demon in a bitter tone.

"I wouldn't have run away, but you threw me out!" said Shuichi in an equally icy tone.

"Well you shouldn't have been in MY room in MY West Wing! You shouldn't have been in my bed!" the demon regretted these words immediately because Shuichi let out a snarl of contempt and launched his counterattack.

"Damn right! What the hell's wrong with you! Pervert! YOU were the one trying to molest me!" retorted the now angry teen.

"This is MY castle and I'll do what the hell I want whether it involves you or not!" said the demon with a tone of finality in his voice.

"Sicko…" muttered the boy as he again reached for the rag. "But…thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome." Replied the demon in a very tender way.

After about twenty minutes of Yuki's screaming and Shuichi's pleading, all of the wounds had been properly cleaned and sterilized.

"There…all done." Said Shuichi happily as he went to leave.

"Hmph. Well…thank you." Answered the demon in a sullen voice.

"Goodnight, Yuki-san." Chirped Shuichi as he started to head back toward the West Wing. However, he was stopped by a strong hand closing over his wrist. "Hey…let go." Said Shuichi, half-hoping that Yuki wouldn't listen.

"Why should I?" replied the demon, pulling the boy closer and kissing him on the lips. As they broke away, Shuichi returned the kiss much to the demon's surprise.

"Goodnight Yuki." Said the boy as he this time successfully left for the East Wing. He casually looked over his shoulder as he left, noticing that he had left the demon speechless. Smiling to himself, Shuichi climbed the stairs and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillows.

Yuki however, spent his night pacing, not being able to block the boy's image from his mind.

"He kissed me…that means he must not hate me…obviously you idiot…" said the demon as he continued his eerie pacing. "I can't be serious…No…I can't like him…No. Yes. It's true…I'm falling for him." Muttered the demon to his empty and cold hovel.