Beautiful Beast

He gasped and gripped his chest as he abruptly awoke from his slumber. It was so real. It was so painful.

The dreams would not stop; even in the cold snow the dream still came to haunt him. Climbing the decorated walls, he arrived at his room. As usual it was disorderly and dark. He wondered who she was. It was endless, how the details were so vibrant; her flowing hair, soft pale skin and scarlet clothes she hung around her body. Still even with the same dreams for years, he had not yet laid his eyes upon her puzzling face. He desired to, so very much gaze at her face. Always in his dream, he hesitated, because he was still the monster that reigned in this castle for 33 years, since he was born.

This one, the one that haunted his mind currently was different. The images, the pictures, had been different; it was much more heart-breaking. He remembered the pressure when he saw how her body was slumped to the floor and how her face was covered by her small hands to hinder her clear tears. He could tell that she was in sorrow. Still, even when he faced her, he could only see her tears fall. She looked to his direction, her oval face paralleling his own.

Then he remembered his fear; his fear to console her, so he turned his back away from her so that he would not be able to see her reaction towards him. He did not wish to witness her reactions…his frozen heart did not want that…his frozen heart did not want her to be disgusted by him. He remembered slightly turning to her, by the corner of his eyes he could see her head cock to the side to further see him.

He shook his head as he felt that he was being sincere. But was sincere and warmth in his dictionary? Did he know these words? No, he did not have these feeling or sincerity. He was a heartless and cruel monster who only cared for the cold and blood. His hands tightened almost to the point of bleeding. He thought about her face. It was young and full of life. Her lips were full and blush red. Her skin seemed almost translucent, almost fragile as thin glass.


He stalked around the room trying to forget the dreams he kept having. It was a girl with long black hair, as always. it shimmered, smooth and soft;it was list as air. He wanted to grasp it and feel it against his skin. He saw his hand and stopped. It was hideous. He was abominable.

He always awoke at that moment. So ready to touch her but unable to take that one step to feel her warmth. He looked around...it was the same. It was the same room, his bed was at the same broken state it had been for years.

Anger filled him up; he stomped away to his balcony feeling the light wind blow past him.


"What's wrong Matsumoto?" She was a cat with strawberry-blonde hair. She was adorned with a large white ribbon. By the way she was a very large cat, a little smaller than a tiger.

"The prince seems extra...uncomfortable. I don't know what to do. He is having these dreams. It gets worse every night. A year ago it wasn't as bad as now. He does not dwell in his bed. Sometimes he even takes naps outside on the balcony!" Matsumoto moved her body with a grace-like fluid. "I don't know what should be done to make it better!"

"Wow...this is frustrating you is it not?" The animal who questioned the feminine cat was a dotted fox, she had soft gray but more black hair.

Matsumoto looked at Nanao "Yes...plus we only have a few more years. Forget me, well no don't forget me but, what about the prince?"

"I think this is more about you..." Nanao sighed.

"whhatt? no..Nanao, what are you saying?" Matsumoto fluttered her eyelids...trying to seduce Nanao.

"Matsumoto...that doesn't work on me." Nanao's glasses flashed at Matsumoto.

"But...I'm not trying to do anything." Nanao sighed deeply and walked away silently.

"Nanao, I think a letter came to you from the Noble Kyoraku on his departure to visit us, especially for you." Nanao stopped stiffly, frozen to the ground. Her head turned very slowly and dramatically to face the cat.

"Matsumoto..." She interrogated. "When did this letter exactly arrive?" The words were precise and strong. Some venom were weaved into the question but that wasn't really the problem. The problem held that Matsumoto would be in trouble and Nanao would have to flee sooner or later to hide.

"I'm not telling you!" She laughed as she jumped away gleefully from Nanao.

"Oh! Nanao, Where are you!"

Nanao cursed as Matsumoto laughed heartily at her friend.


I hoped you like this chapter. I think it was quite long for short chapters. I think I like this plot a lot, I am developing it and it seems pretty solid and new. I like writing in short chapters, it helps me update faster and takes a lot of pressure off me. Oh this one chapter took while because I wanted to post this one around the same time as chapter from GDFL, which I will either this week or the next. Just to let you know this chapter was done mnay months ago~!~!

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