-Shadows of Mewtwo-
The beast paced back and forth in the dining room, anxious for the coming dinner. Fox and Toadette were on the ground near him, watching him as they were trying to prepare him for tonight. The food was set on the table, the wine served, everything ready save for one thing…
"Why isn't she coming down to dinner?" The beast demanded, not used to waiting on anyone and certainly not liking this experience, "I told her to come down!"
"Give her some time master," Toadette implored patiently, "The girl has lost her freedom and her father all in one day."
Fox then inquired, "Master, have you considered that this girl might be the one to break the curse?"
"Of course I have!" The beast barked, "I'm not a fool!"
"Good," Fox replied, "You fall in love with her, she falls in love with you, and poof! The spell is broken. We'll be human again by midnight!"
"Oh I'm afraid it's not that simple," Toadette cautioned, "These things take time."
"But the rose has already begun to wilt," Fox reminded her urgently. The beast growled, looking at the fire as he grumbled in frustration, "It's no use. It'll never work. After all, she's so beautiful and I'm… well, look at me!"
Toadette and Fox turned to each other, neither sure what to say. Toadette then turned back to her master, saying, "Oh, but you must help her see past all that."
"I don't know how," The beast grumbled. Toadette hopped over to her master, now with determination, instructing, "First, straighten up, be a gentleman."
Fox then joined in, "Yes, and when she comes in, give her a dashing smile."
"But don't frighten the poor girl,"
"Impress her with your upper wit,"
"But be gentle,"
"Shower her with compliments,"
"But be sincere,"
"And above all…"
"You must control your temper!" This last part they said together, as the beast tried to take in all these seemingly contradicting instructions. It was all so much he felt like he would crash and burn for certain. But then he was distracted by the giggling of the door knob as it slowly opened. All went quiet, all things faded into unimportant obscurity as one single thought rushed through his head; she was here!
As he prepared to greet her, he saw Mario come in nervously. His smile faded into an angered expression as he demanded of his servant, "Well? Where is she?"
"Who?" Mario asked, wracked with nerves, "Oh, the girl, heh heh… Well, she's in the process of um… Circumstances being as they were, they are uh…"
Mario could clearly see his master was getting impatient for an answer, and so gulped and said with as much strength in his voice as he could muster in such circumstances (which wasn't much), "She's not coming…"
"WHAT?!" The Beast roared, shaking the entire dining room with his boom as he hurled towards the doors, bursting through as he rushed upstairs to face the girl who had defied him. His servants ran behind him, trying to keep up as Mario called out, "Master! Your grace! Let's not be hasty!"
The Beast zoomed to the bedroom door behind which lay Zelda. He banged on the door with his huge, clawed fist as he demanded, "I thought I told you to come down to dinner!"
"I'm not hungry!" Zelda exclaimed defiantly from the other side. The beast fumed more, enraged by the fact that someone actually had the audacity to say no to him as he replied, "You come out of there or I'll, I'll, I'll break down the door!"
"Master," Fox piped up gently, "Perhaps that is not the best way to win the girl's affections."
"Please," Mario begged, "Attempt to be a gentleman."
"But she's being so difficult!" The beast argued as Toadette added calmly, "Gently, gently."
The beast sighed in frustration, asking with as much calmness as he could manage, "Will you come down for dinner?"
"No!" Zelda stubbornly refused. The beast turned to his servants, pointing out how unwilling she was being as Mario insisted, "Be suave."
The beast gritted his teeth, not at all happy with having to present himself like this to get what he wanted, as he muttered through his teeth, "It would give me great pleasure if you would join me for dinner…"
He saw the servants motioning to add the final touch, and quietly added, "Please…"
"No!" Zelda refused once more. At this point the Beast completely lost all patience and shouted, "You can't stay in there forever!"
"Yes I can!"
"Fine! Then go ahead and STARVE!" The beast roared once more, turning to his servants, ordering, "If she doesn't eat with me, then she doesn't eat at all!"
The beast then raced off down the hall, slamming the hallway door behind him. He raced towards the west wing, still fuming from the argument. He burst into his room, which had been destroyed long ago when he first turned into the beast. All the chairs were broken and scattered in pieces across the room, the bed was ripped to shreds, and all the curtains were torn. He fumed, "I asked her to come downstairs and she refused! What does she want me to do, beg?!"
He then looked towards the table, the only piece of furniture in the room not destroyed, and saw the rose in the glass case. Beside it lay a mirror the enchantress had also given him, in hopes of making him see more than he was capable of. He picked it up, looking into the glass as he ordered, "Show me the girl!"
The mirror glowed green as his reflection melted away and was replaced by the image of Zelda sitting on her bed. She had just finished crying, and looked absolutely miserable. The wardrobe was standing near the bed, trying to comfort her as she said, "Oh come now, dear, the master isn't really such a bad person. You just have to get to know him."
"I don't want to get to know him!" Zelda insisted, her voice choked up with emotion, "I don't want anything to do with him!"
The beast then put the mirror down, taking the image away as he put his head in his paws, muttering, "Oh, what good is it? She'll never see me as anything but a monster… It's hopeless…"
As the Beast became hopeless, he heard a faint sound in the distance. It was the sound of an organ playing. The Beast sighed, thinking of course. He always knew when he was in a hopeless mood such as this.
The Beast exited his room, and made his way down the hall. Even if he didn't know where he was going, even if he hadn't been down this path countless times over the many years, he could follow just by how much louder the music was getting. Finally he reached a pair of grand doors. Opening them, he stepped into the darkness. At the other end of the huge, empty room was a massive organ, so tall its pipes disappeared into the darkness that stretched up to the far high ceiling. The music continued playing, so slow, so soothing and yet so saddening. However, it was therapeutic right now. He felt hopeless, depressed, empty inside, and this music was a perfect companion for that. It reinforced his desire to just curl up, and fall asleep for all time, accepting of whatever fate lay before him. The Beast looked up towards the face on the organ, a solemn unwelcoming face as the Beast said, "Mewtwo… Your music once again is soothing at such a time…"
"I sensed your distress master," the cold yet deep voice said in a low rumble made possibly by the sheer size of the organ. The Beast nodded, "You usually do."
"It is the girl, no?"
The Beast nodded, asking, "Why can't it be different for once? I thought, when she saved her father, it would be."
"That act made her only marginally better, my master," Mewtwo assured him, "She will never see you as anything more than a beast. I implore that you not bring yourself further heartache by seeking to convince her otherwise."
The Beast nodded, thanking his friend, "You have been a good friend to me these many years, Mewtwo."
"I am only serving my master to my furthest ability," Mewtwo said with a sneer, before continuing to play the depressing music. The Beast lay down before the organ, curling up and closing his eyes as he succumbed to his depression.
In the west wing, a pedal fell from the rose.
I'm very sorry for the long time since I've updated. I took some time off for the holidays and afterwards i was working a lot on another project of mine. Anyways, hopefully everyone has enjoyed this chapter, and stay tuned to find out just what the nature of Mewtwo is, and his true motive in being there for his master.