Hey hoped you all had a good Christmas, and Happy New Year

Sorry for not updating in a while, it's a bit hard to write

One huge thanks to Indiaheenna for betaing this chapter.

I have a bit of writers block, and I wanted to do something like this, just an idea.

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Beauty and the Samurai.

Tyki was sitting in his armchair in front of a fireplace in the town's main bar. He was ** that his plan didn't go the way he wanted. He had to now think of something else. He held his wine glass, half empty with the red wine he was drinking, and slowly moved the glass in a small circle so that the liquid moved around with it.

"How could I fail? It seemed so perfect," Tyki mumbled to himself.

"I told you to be careful with it—that was an extremely powerful potion, it would only take one drop, and I was saving it for Allen! I only made one, Tyki, and you used it!" the voice of a girl hissed at him.

Tyki sighed; he really didn't want to deal with her right now.

"Road, I didn't intend to use all of it, the liquid must have gone in when I wasn't looking," he said lazily as he put his head back, so the top of his head was on the chair he was sitting on and closed his eyes.

Road was in front of him in a second. She grabbed his collar and pulled him forward so he was looking her in the eye.

"You make it sound like it's not a big deal," Road growled. She was well beyond **. But he was family, so she wouldn't do anything.

"It's not a big deal, you can make a new potion and then Allen can be all yours," Tyki said in a bored way and removed Road's hands.

Before Road could answer, Allen barged into the bar with a look of complete fear.

"P-Please, help, anyone, L-Lenalee, s-she's—" Allen stumbled on his words; he was panting hard and couldn't get the words out.

"Hold on now boy, what about Lenalee?" Tyki asked, still looking slightly bored, but nonetheless giving Allen his attention.

Allen caught his breath before talking again. "Lenalee's been locked in a dungeon by a horrible, huge beast! She did it for me, so I could have my freedom. Please Tyki, you got to help her, we'll fall apart without each other, please!" Allen pleaded.

Now no one did dub Allen as crazy, just really weird, but this made everyone in the bar laugh at him. They started to mock him.

"Was it a big beast?" one villager asked, and towered over Allen to emphasize his question.

"Huge, absolutely massive," Allen replied and backed away from the person; he kept replaying images of that terrifying beast in his head. "Oh please help, you've got to believe me, we can't leave Lenalee there!" Allen pleaded once more. Now he knew this was a long shot, but he still had to try, just had to, for Lenalee's sake.

Two large men suddenly picked him up and threw him out into the cold, wet and dark night. Not yet hopeless, he had to think of something else.

Back inside the bar, Road had hatched the perfect plan in her head. This was going to get Allen and Lenalee to marry her and Tyki for sure. She slowly walked over to Tyki with a massive grin on her face. She sat on his lap and stared up at him so he could see her almost crazed expression and whispered into his ear.

"We can use this as our perfect opportunity to get Lenalee and Allen to marry us, Tyki. I've got the perfect plan."

"Tell me about it, Road" Tyki whispered back, so quiet that only Road could hear.

Lenalee was still sobbing on the bed. She felt empty; this wasn't home, but more like a prison. She felt cold—not cold as in, 'I'm cold, I'll get a jacket', but more of the 'It doesn't feel right' kind of cold. She felt that something was missing, and she knew what it was. It was her life. Her whole life had now been turned upside down, where everything important and everything she'd known had been taken away from her.

Then in the silence of the room Lenalee heard a small knocking sound. She got up and went to the door, and then stopped for a moment; what if it was Kanda?

"W-Who is it?" she asked, her voice cracking from so much crying.

"Mi-Miranda," a timid voice replied.

Lenalee slowly opened the door. She didn't realize how gloomy the area looked. Maybe it was the very little lighting in the hallway, or maybe it was because the walls were painted with a dark paint, maybe a really dark shade of blue (she couldn't tell, the paint had worn away with time). What surprised Lenalee the most was that there was no one there, but someone did knock. Maybe they left?

"Down here," said the same small voice.

Lenalee looked down and saw a brown plain teapot, but what was out of the ordinary was that the teapot had a pair of dark eyes staring at her.

Lenalee slowly walked back into the room, each step getting faster and faster as she took them. She then tripped over her own feet, but instead of hitting the hard wooden floor, she fell into something soft and comfy.

"Be careful dear, you could've seriously hurt yourself," a kind sounding voice said from behind her. Lenalee prayed that the owner of the voice was a human and not an object; objects weren't supposed to talk, ever, and she also hoped that it wasn't a big scary-looking monster. "You're lucky I've got drawers".

Lenalee looked up and found herself staring into the brown eyes of her wardrobe, which was made of a dark brown wood that Lenalee couldn't name and had gold lining the top, doors and handles. There was a detailed handcrafted design of sakura flowers that were in full bloom right in the middle of the left hand side door.

"You're not supposed to talk," Lenalee said breathlessly. She was really shocked that she was talking to objects that didn't talk at all, ever, no matter what.

"No, we're not supposed to, but we are talking. Anyway, I'm Chomesuke, the teapot is Miranda and the small blue teacup is Timothy, the castle's own brat and prankster," Chomesuke said in a way that made it sound like she didn't care for the little guy.

"Hey I'm not a brat!" Timothy yelled as he hopped over to Lenalee and started to sulk. Timothy was a very plain teacup, nothing special in his design, just a plain blue talking teacup. If one could call a talking teacup plain.

"I-I w-was wondering, if...um, you wanted some t-tea?" Miranda stuttered as she also hopped over to Lenalee.

"Yes, please," Lenalee said.

"How can you talk?" Lenalee asked. She sat more comfortably once she had Timothy in her hand, full of hot tea. The bed had silk covers so it was really nice to lie on.

"We'd rather not talk about that dear," Chomesuke answered, so no one else had to. Lenalee didn't push the subject any further and finished her tea. She thanked Miranda and Timothy and they left.

"Now then dear, let's get you ready for your dinner with Master Kanda," Chomesuke said and pulled out a deep purple kimono that had different flower patterns on it.

"Thank you for your help, but I'm not going to eat with that brute," Lenalee said stubbornly and crossed her arms. She remained on her bed from the opposite end of Chomesuke and faced the massive window that looked over a portion of the garden and led to a small balcony. This was going to be a long, interesting night.

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