Hi! This is my attempt at a humorous parody of "Beauty and the Beast" starring the YGO cast. I kidnapped YnBakura. I'm that desperate to own them. Thanks for the reviews!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I just cast them in this story line that I don't own either. And I'm dirt poor. So don't sue me. You'll only be wasting your time.

Is This Your Mansion?

Chapter Three

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The white room was filled with shadows when Beauty opened his eyes. The shades were drawn and, through the slit in the curtains, Ryou saw the last light of the fading sun. Stretching, Ryou yawned then frowned. He was not at home. Where was this strange place? And then he remembered. He was in the Beast's mansion.

"Sleep well?" Mokuba spoke. There was a candle floating about four feet from the floor. The candle's permeating light cast a strange shadow against the white curtains and Beauty realized with fascination that it was Mokuba.

Beauty nodded at the candle. "Yes, thank you. What time is it?"

"Quarter to six. You must get ready for dinner."

Ryou sighed. He missed his family more and more and his anger at the Beast increased with his homesickness. Defiantly, Ryou stuck his chin out and said, "What if I'm not hungry?"

Mokuba gasped, then laid his invisible hand on Ryou's shoulder. "Please go down to dinner Beauty! The Master will be very upset if you don't."

"Well, I'm upset. I've lost my family in one day. Therefore, my appetite is lacking right now."

Mokuba sighed, then moved away from the bed, his candle floating sadly towards the door. "Is that your decision?" he asked.

Ryou nodded. "It is. Go tell your master that and see how he likes it."

"Please don't make me tell him that Beauty," Mokuba whispered. "You don't know the Master's temper. Please don't make me go."

"Then have someone else tell him. But I refuse to eat dinner with him."

Mokuba did not argue again, the door opening and the candle stepping out into the corridor. The wooden doors shut again, leaving Ryou in darkness.

Minutes ticked by as Beauty waited in his throne on the bed. Finally, when the sun was nearly gone, Ryou heard a fierce sound rushing down the hall towards his door. A moment later, there was a furious bang on the door. "Why won't you come to dinner?" a voice roared. Ryou knew immediately; this was him, the Beast.

"I'm not hungry!" Beauty bravely yelled back.

"What do you mean, you are not hungry?" the voice said.

"I won't eat with you!"

"You won't eat with me? Why not?" the beast growled. "I demand you come out for dinner!" There was some whispering in the hall, then, in a gritty, forced voice, he said. "It would please me greatly if you joined me for dinner."

Ryou's response was immediate.

"No!"

"Come down to dinner!...please."

"I don't want to eat with you!"

"Fine, if you won't eat with me, then you shall eat nothing!" A smaller voice from beyond the door let out a small meep. "That door is not to open," the beast spoke to the other person, "until he agrees to dine with me!" Then the beast retreated down the hall and, tentatively, the door opened again, a floating candle darting quickly inside before the great oak slabs closed.

Ryou sat up in his bed. "Mokuba?" he whispered.

"Oh Beauty, you really should not have done that. Master is angry now." Mokuba sighed sadly, approaching the bed and placing the candle down on the table beside Ryou.

Beauty shook his head. "I don't care about him," he said.

Mokuba sank down on the bed covers, the only evidence of his invisible body an intend in the blankets. "But if you got to know him, I'm sure you would feel differently."

"I don't want to get to know him. I don't want anything to do with him!"

Mokuba sighed and Ryou shivered as warm breath moved against his cheek. "Beauty, you asked how we became invisible. Let me tell you now.

"Ten years ago, when I was still a small child, my brother witnessed our mother die. She…threw herself from the tower balcony into the garden, into a bush of roses. Our mother was driven mad from sorrow. My brother was never the same after that, shutting himself up in his room for weeks without end. He would see no one, not even me.

"But then, Christmas came, and my brother finally emerged from his room to preside over the ceremonies. It was a duty our mother had performed when she was alive. Christmas was a cheerless holiday that year.

"Halfway through the Christmas feast, there was a knock on the door. Otogi stood to answer it but the Master told him he would answer the door himself. There, in the middle of a snowstorm, stood a frail, ugly old woman who begged for some shelter from the cold. We were all prepared to welcome the woman, when my brother said, 'Hag, don't come here looking for charity. Go freeze in the snow; your ugliness will do you in if the cold does not.' And then he slammed the oak door on the poor woman. We returned to dinner, but none of us, save the Master, still had appetite enough to eat.

"Fifteen minutes later, there was again a knock on the door and again, my brother rose to get it before Otogi had time to place his fork on the table. We all scrambled into the hall and again saw the old woman. Again, she begged to be let in. The Master sent her away. We returned to dinner, even more sickened by the thought of that woman freezing on our doorstep.

"Half an hour later, there was thrice a knock on the door. My brother ran to answer the door. We followed once more, wondering if he would finally have pity on the poor woman.

"She was no less frozen than the first time she knocked on the door, but this time she held a single red rose in her hand. 'Young man,' she addressed my brother. 'Please accept this rose in return for some shelter in your home.'

"But the moment the Master saw the rose he froze. 'Old, wretched hag,' he said. 'I will not give shelter to an ugly, pathetic corpse such as you. If you think that rose could possibly divert my attention from your horrid appearance, you are mistaken. Nothing could blind me to your ugly face.' And then he started to close the door on her for the third and final time.

"But then, there was a blinding light and the old woman was gone. In her place stood a beautiful lady, with piercing blue eyes and long black hair that fell to her toes. She wore a long white robe brighter than the snow. My brother fell to his knees at the lady's appearance. There were gasps all around me and Yuugi, who stood beside me, whispered faintly, 'Mistress!'

"My brother tried to apologize but it was too late. The lady would not listen. 'Three times I gave you a chance to show me compassion,' she said, her musical voice wretched with sorrow and anger. 'Three times you have shown me you know not what compassion is. Your heart is black and wicked, cruel and without love. Since you rejected me in my other form, simply because I was ugly, I place a curse on you and your household!'

"'For ten years your mansion shall be hid in the deepest forest, where only the unfortunate will pass. All pathways will lead to this place and any who come you must feed, cloth, and shelter. You are bound to this and cannot escape, no matter who they are nor what they look like.'

"'Beyond this, all who reside in this house shall be invisible and they will remain this way for ten years. As for you, because you have no love in your heart, you shall be a creature of darkness and ugliness that any who lay eyes on you shall cry out in fright and call you beast.'

"The Master cried out in dread and horror. I always loved my brother, but I could not help but pity him at that moment."

Ryou shivered. "'A creature of darkness…'?" he repeated fearfully.

"Beauty, it is not what is on the outside…right?" Mokuba asked, laying his invisible hand on Ryou's arm.

Ryou sighed. "…but what's on the inside…?"

Elsewhere in the mansion…

"Jou? We're to clear the table off immediately!" Yuugi said through the opening in the kitchen door.

"What?" the Jou voice cried by the candle on the table. His shadow on the cabinets stood up in surprise. "But it's only five after the hour! Nobody could eat that fast!"

"That coming from you is nearly laughable," a voice from the corner spoke.

"Very funny Malik. What are you doing in here anyway? Thought you were supposed to help Rishid with the drapes."

The voice from the corner advanced towards Jounouchi. "Isis said she needed me in the kitchen. Something about Shizuka being busy. How is your lovely little sister anyway?"

"Don't get any ideas in your head, Malik-" Jou growled. Yuugi sighed as, from the door, he watched two shadows bristle defensively. Then Malik shrugged.

"I'm not," he said. "Besides, Rishid would have something to say about that if I did."

Jou's shadow shuddered. 'That still bothers me sometimes," he muttered.

Jou could practically see that familiar smirk, though he hadn't seen it in nearly ten years. "Yeah, but at least we aren't blood, you know? Just spiritually. Must be why we're so compatible."

"Jou!" Yuugi called again from the door. "The table!"

"I'm coming, Yuugi." Footsteps led to the door, which opened wide for a moment, then swung closed behind the two servants. Malik, alone in the kitchen, sank down on the bench and ate half-heartedly at the bread Jou abandoned.

As he sat there, the back door opened and Honda walked inside, leaving his shoes out on the step so not to track the dirt inside. Malik sat still as Honda rummaged around for some food. He placed the bread back on the plate and watched.

A moment later, another door opened and a shadow stepped inside the room bearing a candle. "Hello Honda," the voice spoke.

Honda turned in the direction of the candle. "Good evening Shizuka. How are you this evening?"

"Oh, very good. Did you hear the news? There's a boy in the mansion!"

Honda nodded. "Yes, Ryuuji told me earlier. I hear he's supposed to be…very pretty."

"Yes, very pretty! His name is Beauty! Honda, I think he's come to break the spell!" Shizuka said, setting the candle down on the counter and throwing her invisible arms around Honda's neck.

"What?" Malik exclaimed from his seat, startling the pair. "There's a boy in the house? This is the first I heard the news!"

"That's why we have to clear the table," Yuugi said as he walked through the door carrying a large platter topped with steaming food. "He refused to dine with the Master."

A tangible gasp filled the room and, could they be seen, Shizuka and Malik's faces probably showed as much surprise and fear as Honda's face did.

"No!"

"Impossible!"

"The impertinence!"

Yuugi nodded. "Yes, I know. But imagine; the boy was forced to come here. It was not of his own free will, though had he decided not to come the Master could not have stopped him."

Honda nodded. "That's right…"

"We are bound to the mansion," Shizuka whispered.

"We can never leave," added Malik sadly.

"Only if the spell were broken," Yuugi said, "would that be possible."

"But that will never happen, for who could ever learn to love a beast?"

TBC…

Well, the plot thickens! I lied, sort of, in saying that Ryou would "encounter" the Beast, but hopefully this was acceptable to everyone. Next chapter anticipate Ryou coming face to face with the Beast, meeting more mansion servants, and Ryou eating! Until then, looking forward to hearing from you!