Chapter 1: Fayt

Fayt sighed as he walked, dazed, through the little miner's town. Kirsila was welcoming, bustling with all business besides mining recently. The wind that twirled the iron rooster on its perch rustled through the boy's fine blue hair. His hand ran through it in response to it being blown in his face.

He smiled and waved a gloved hand to passer-bys, giving them short greetings. The town's cat (Birthed a pet to one, but abandoned. The poor little ragged tabby was so lonely, but so needy for human affection that he touched the hearts of all the town, thus was considered everyone's cat. Each person left the supper's leftovers out on the door step for the tom until he grew quite fat. Pity the person burdened with the guilt of dumping such a loved creature.) Came up to him and begged around his ankles for a scratch behind the ears.

The boy laughed kind-heartedly and picked up the bundle of fur and fat. As he bent over, his own green cat's eyes spotted a flick of shimmer between the cobbles. "What's this?" His thin fingers slipped it out, brushing the dirt off and holding it up to the light. "Ha! Look at this, boy! A 1,000 fol piece!"

"Ha! Luck's on your side again, Fayt! Your father named you well!" A good wife nearby was hanging laundry. "You're always finding things and winning. Just like your name says, your destine for something good! An easy successful life! I do wish you'd accept to marry my daughter, since I'm not at young as I used to be. You'd be the perfect husband."

He laughed and shook his head. "No, my father named my Fayt, F-A-Y-T, not Fate, F-A-T-E. I can't help but think that I'm destine for a different fate than this town holds. I can't help but think that I'm destine for something greater than Wolter's life, even."

At this the woman mimicked his gesture. "Fayt, you think too much." The cat's mew caught her attention. "The little guy's hungry again! Better use that fol to buy him something, the spoiled brat."

"Right."

Cooing into the ears he scratched, he continued his walk down the streets. "It's time for some lunch, isn't it? Come on, I can smell the butcher's fish and the baker's steamed buns from here. Let's hurry."

As Fayt chatted with the baker, allowing the cat to jump out of his arms and behind the counter where he had his own bowl, two keen green eyes watched him, framing dark lashes batting decisively.

"That's him." The girl, standing aside the bakery window, scowled.

"Oh, Sophia, you look so pretty today! Not that you didn't look pretty before... heck, you're always so lovely!" The little girl, shadowing her elder excitedly, said with a giddy smile.

"I know."

"No girl holds a candle against you, Sophia! You leave the man helpless!"

Sophia smirked. "I know, Peppita, and I have my eyes set on that one." She pointed to the blue-haired teen still laughing with the baker.

"Oh! The scientist's son? Isn't he..."

"He's the one, the lucky boy I'm going to marry."

"But he's-"

"The most gorgeous man in town. Oh..." She swooned, "What a hunk."

"I know, but-"

"He's the best, and I'll only accept the best, comprende?"

"Oh, yes! You do! But, still, he's..."

"Right from the moment I met him, I saw how handsome, how strong, and I fell in love. Here in town he's the only one worthy of me, so I'm making plans to woo and marry Fayt."

"It'll be a breeze, Sophia! With your eyes, your complexion, he's as good as yours!" The small browned child cheered.

In front of the nearby tavern two red-faced men looked at each other with raised brows.

"There's no girl quite like that one, is there?"

"Nope, I'd like to have a piece of her to go home to."

"To bad, I've already beat you to her!"

"You, Aron, Kip, Linx, and the rest of the town." The men laughed. "She's the best!"

"Someday I'm getting out of this town! I'm going to do something greater than we can expect!" Fayt breathed as he exited the shop, stretching his arms over and behind his head.

"Someday you're going to be in my bed." Sophia grinned, gesturing Peppita to gather 'the girls' and follow her.

In the town there was a group of girls who hung out together, as there was everywhere else. As girls grew into woman, they dropped out, being replaced by up and coming youngsters just getting their blood. They would get together at assorted times and giggle and cry. Sophia had come into the group when she was twelve, instantly becoming a charming little thing through the miracle of puberty. Her bull-headed personality and lovely smiles had quickly gained her respect from the other girls, even the older ones, and they followed her loyally.

"Everything here is so ordinary... I can't help but believe that I'm in for a different kind of fate." The boy whispered one last time, head lost in thought rather than to the steps of pink boots behind him.

"Dad! I'm home!" He announced as he opened the door. No answer. Fayt searched the house, to be sure that his father hadn't fallen somewhere. Nothing. "Hmm..." He checked the stable. Yep, the lum was gone. Robert must have gone somewhere.

The knock on the door came quickly to his attention and he dashed to answer it.

"Hello, Fayt?" The big green eyes sparkled up into his own. "Your dad is getting ready for the interview in Greeton, isn't he? You must be so lonely. So he won't be able to make you anything for supper, either, will he?"

"Actually, I-"

"Oh! You poor thing!" She threw herself at him. "Come, let's go keep company on the couch." She led him to the spacious cushioned piece of furniture.

He squirmed at her grasp around his arm. "You really d-"

"Oh, Fayt! No need for false pretenses here! You can be honest with me, you can tell me how lonely you've been!"

"Ge-!" He managed to shout before she kissed (more truthfully, it was an attack on the rare delicacy that is Fayt's tongue) him deeply, gripping his shirt tightly as she climbed onto him.

"Oh, Fayt..." she moaned "marry me..."

"Get off! Get out!" He took the chance to exclaim before pushing her off of him, her slim form crashing into the short table before them. A long gone cold cup of coffee spilled across the carpet before her body- still in shock- fumbled into it. She didn't have long to soak it up, however, before her 'husband-to-be' grabbed the back of her bouse and shoved her out the door, right into the community gathering of 'the girls.'

"Who did she think she was, that little slut!" He spit on the carpet before going to fetch some rags and a bucket to clean the mess up with. "Really, that I'd limit myself to this little town and marry her, the girl that's probably slept with Wolter himself! Na-uh, I'm not interested! It's people like her..." He grit his teeth, hoping that his rage wouldn't materialize in the case that his father had experimented on him as a child.

'No, my father would never do that to me,' he laughed. The thought cheered him up enough to mock Sophia instead of being cross with her.

"Mrs. Fayt Leingod! Can't you just see it! Sophia! My little wife! No way, not her, I guarantee it! I'm in order for a different kind of fate!" He was smiling now. "There's no way a girl, especially one like her, is going to hold me back to this kind of life. Marry, father kids and die... that's not for me. I want more than she'd ever give me." Once the mess was cleaned and thrown away, he sighed and slouched back onto the cushions where he had just suffered an attempted rape. "But what will I do with my life, then?"

Only... slight Sophia bashing... right? Not enough to have me killed... Yes, I do know that Fayt was origninally 'Fate,' but for the sake of the fic it's Fayt.

Gaston was originally going to be played by Cliff. Lancar was Lefou.

(Original script)
Lancar: Wow! You didn't miss a shot, Cliff! You're the greatest hunter in thw whole world!
Cliff: I know.
Lancar: No beast alive stands a chance against you! Ha ha ha! And no girl, for that matter.
Cliff: It's true, Lancar. And I've got my sights set on that one.
Lancar: Hm! The inventor's son?
Cliff: He's the one- the lucky boy I'm going to marry.
Lancar: But he's a g-
Cliff: The most beautiful boy in town.
Lancar: I know, but he-
Cliff: That makes him the best. And don't I deserve the best?
Lancar: Well, of course! I mean you do, but he's got a d-