Saint Seiya Fairy Tale: Beauty and the Beast

Shion rode up to his house on Jabu with a heavy heart. Saga and Kanon immediately ran over to their father and Shion told them about the farm with Douko.

“That is amazing news father. . .but why do you seem so sad,” Kanon asked with concerned eyes.

“I’ll talk about that in a few minutes, let me focus on a couple of other things first. Here you go Hyoga, a newly forged fishing knife.”

“Father. . .this is amazing craftsmanship. . .Sir Douko is truly amazing! The blade glistens and looks exceedingly sharp! Oh thank you so much!” Hyoga hugged his father and smiled.

“Oh, and Camus. . .” Shion said quietly.

“Father. . .something is wrong. . .” Camus stated.

“Well. . .yes. . .but I did get you a precious gift, Camus,” Shion pulled out the crystal snowdrop flower, “This flower symbolizes my undying love for all of you. . .I hope you like it Camus. . .”

“Father, it is the most beautiful flower I have ever seen. . .It is hard to believe that it is even real. . .it looks like diamonds and shimmering platinum. . .but. . .what is the problem father. . .” Camus looked up at his father.

“Well. . .” Shion explained the whole story starting from when he hit his head to the point where he left to say goodbye to his family.

“This is absurd, father!” Saga exclaimed, “if it is just a beast, we will hunt it down and protect you! I don’t see why you should be punished from taking one blossom from a plant!”

Shion looked down, “I know, Saga, but I am lucky to be alive. . .he is very powerful. . .I don’t see any way out of this.”

Camus looked at his brothers’ heartbroken expressions and looked down at the flower. “Father. . .let me go in your place. . .it is my fault that I did not decide on a gift from you. . .and I know of your stubbornness. . .I should have thought about that more thoroughly. Besides. . . you are to be married and help create a new life for everyone. . .so allow me to go in your place. . .”

Kanon, Saga, and Hyoga looked at their brother with horror and admiration.

“Camus, I cannot bear the idea of losing one of my children to that monster. . .It is never right to let a child possibly die in the place of an older man.”

“Father! I am 24 years old and am quite capable of making my own choices. . .I am no longer a child. . .and besides maybe I want to see what an enchanted castle is like.”

Hyoga rolled his eyes, but kept it to a minimum. He knew very well that Camus had no interest at all in knowing what an enchanted castle was like.

Camus looked up at his father and said, “Father. I will follow you there whether you like it or not, so I suggest you support me.” Shion sighed, he knew Camus was more stubborn than he was at times, and there was no way to convince Camus otherwise.

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Over three weeks past very quickly since Shion returned home, and everyone knew what that meant. Camus gathered together a small satchel of personal belongings, including his journal, pens with refills, books, his crystal flower, and a little stuffed animal penguin, who he affectionately named “Waddles”.

Saga and Kanon were fixed on trying to protect their younger brother and began to secretly devise a plan to destroy this monster that threatened to destroy their family over a stupid flower. Both of the twins gave Camus long hugs. “Camus. . .” Saga began, “I can’t imagine being without you. . .you are the heart of our family. . .and I can’t bear to let you go. But I also understand the feeling of obligation you have to father. . .I will make sure he eats and rests while you are gone.” Kanon teared up and pulled Camus closer to him, “And I’ll try to help Hyoga and learn how to cook so I can take over some of your responsibilities. . .I’ll miss you so much, Camus.”

Camus looked at all three of his brothers with his heart in his throat. He could hardly breathe, and was unable to face them and look them in the eyes, for he knew that if he did, his resolve would break.

“Alright father. . .I am ready to go.”

Shion sighed and nodded. Shion knew better than to try to convince him otherwise. All he could do is hope that once they got there, Camus would change his mind. Both Camus and Shion got on the horse and rode off into the forests.

Jabu quickly ran back to the palace at a lightening fast pace. Camus’s eyes widened as they entered the courtyard, and he could see all of the crystal flowers that looked like dewy snowflakes. The castle appeared peaceful, not what he expected at all as a home for a vicious beast.

Shion and Camus entered the castle slowly. Deathmask was hidden in the shadows, but he could see Shion and Camus clearly. “Hmm?” Deathmask thought to himself, “why did he bring another?. . .” He stepped forward out of the shadows with a growl.

Shion looked up at the beast, “This. . .is my son, Camus. . .he should be leaving shortly. . .he is just making sure I am safe.”

Camus breathed heavily, “What my father says is not true. I came here to take his place. He is far to frail to survive where there are no doctors, and his beloved finacé will surely try to hunt you down if he does not return.”

Deathmask laughed, “Ho? You really think his ‘beloved’ would be able to do that? HAHAHAHAH! I highly doubt it. Secondly, I suppose if you give me your word that you will stay, I will release him and let him live.”

Shion gave Camus a confused look. Camus looked up at Deathmask, “You have my word.” Deathmask smirked.

Deathmask looked at Shion closely and could see the pain in his eyes. “Well since you are giving me your son. . .I will give you some gold and jewels for your upcoming wedding with your ‘beloved fiancé,’ he said sarcastically. “So say your goodbyes already.”

Camus shot a glare at the beast, but turned his attention to his father. “I love you so much father. . .I will miss you.”

“I will miss you too, my son. . .” Shion hugged Camus, then rode off with Jabu, who had bags of treasures on his back. As the horse left, the gates leading to the courtyard shut and disappeared into the misty fog.

Camus turned back towards the entrance. “What do you want me to refer to you as, oh hairy one?”

Deathmask glared at this insolent fool, “You may call me Master.”

Camus quirked an eyebrow at the idea. “I am not scared of you, Oh Master, so don’t expect me to respect you at all,” he replied sarcastically.

Deathmask really enjoyed the banter between him and his new houseguest. . .or prisoner. . . “So shall I take you to the dungeon?”

Camus looked at the beast blankly, “since you are asking me, the answer is no, you will not take me to the dungeon. You will show me to my room. If I am to be stuck here, in a place with no people, then you should at least give me appropriate accommodations.”

Deathmask smiled at Camus’s directness. “Alright then. . .I’ll show you to your quarters, your highness.” Camus rolled his eyes at the added sarcasm.

Misty and Argor ran over to attempt to prevent any bad interactions between their master and Camus, since his Deathmask’s 27th birthday was only about 6 months away and Camus was the only chance they had at becoming human again. “Hey there, Camus! I’m Misty, and I will be serving you during your stay here. I hope the food is always to your liking. I read from that little book over there,” points to Camus’s private journal, “that you like snow cones and popsicles. I will go make some immediately.” Misty ran off before Camus could even tell him to stay away from his private items. Argor looked up at Camus and said, “Welcome, oh lovely Camus! I hope you enjoy your life here!”

Camus’s eyes widened as he looked at a talking lizard and talking crab. This place truly was magical, in a frightening sort of way.

Deathmask glared at his two servants. “Well Camus. . .if there is something you wish for. . .don’t hesitate to ask. I know a lot of magic.”

Camus replied with a deadpan face, “Only freedom, Oh Master.”

Deathmask laughed, “Well that ain’t an option. . .but if you do think of something.”

Camus glared at the monster before him, “then I don’t wish for anything else.”

Deathmask led Camus into a large bedroom with fluffy pillows, soft blankets, a small hearth in the corner, a large dresser filled with clothes in Camus’s size, his personal bathroom with a fountain shower and hot tub sized tub, along with several bookshelves and a desk. The room was almost as large as the house that Camus’s family had lived in, although Camus knew he would never see that house again, since his family was moving in with his father’s boyfriend, Sir Douko. Camus looked back to the doorframe where the beast stood, filling the passageway with his monstrous size. Deathmask’s nervousness about Camus liking the room became evident as his tail began whapping at the doorway.

Camus smiled for the first time since he arrived. The beast was acting like a nervous puppy. The smile was short-lived, but was genuine. The beast grumbled and scratched his head with his claws, “well. . .you’ll join me for dinner, right?”

Camus sighed, “What is the magic word?”

Deathmask growled, “Please.”

Camus smiled nonchalantly, “Since you asked so kindly, I suppose I could. And. . .the room is quite adequate.”

Deathmask smiled and bowed as he left the room, then began to grumble about how Camus wouldn’t even get food if he didn’t dine with him. Camus sighed at the grumbling. He was used to treating others like children, especially since he had such a motherly role in his family. He knew this large change in his lifestyle wouldn’t be overly shocking, considering his role was likely to be similar. He would have to teach the beast some manners.

Camus wandered in his room taking in the new scenery. The room was warm and he began to wonder how the closet only had clothing in his size. “Well maybe these were for my father. . .he did have a month to prepare. . .but still. . .my father and I have completely different builds,” Camus pondered as he looked through the dresser. Just then a knock came from the door.

“You may enter,” Camus replied. The door opened and a little crab walked in sideways. “Hello again, Sir Camus. I brought you some wine to drink, and I have come to help you get ready for dinner.” Argor hoped with all of his might that Camus could get drunk enough to fall in love with the beastly prince of the palace, although part of him knew that all the alcohol in the world could not intoxicate him that much without giving him a blackout.

“Why thank you. . .uh. . .sir.” Camus responded as he lifted the decanter from the tray the crab was carrying on his back.

“Oh, the name’s Argor. . .oh and don’t worry, I only pinch when I am cranky.”

Camus smiled at the crab and poured himself a glass of wine. “I am not used to being served, Argor. I will be fine getting ready on my own.”

Argor shook his claw, “Ah, come on! I never get the chance to dress anybody up!” Argor gave Camus the biggest puppy crab eyes he could muster. Camus sighed, “well. . .I suppose you could pick out what I wear.” Argor beamed and ran as fast as he could to the dresser. “Hmmmmm. . .how about this?” Argor pulled out a pair of black leather pants with laces that lace from the knee all the way up to the waist. They were structured so that a lot of the outer thigh would show. He also pulled out a garnet red silk button down shirt.

Camus raised his eyebrows. “Um. . .Argor. . .I don’t think this is really my style,” he looked hard at the pants and realized that his outer thigh area wouldn’t leave anything to the imagination. “Besides, this is supposed to be a cosy dinner, correct? So. . .perhaps pick something more in season. . .it is cold out. . .” Camus tried to think of any kind of bullshit he could to deter Argor from his outfit choice of the evening.

Argor sighed, “Well you do make a point. . .” Argor scratched his head, how will he get Camus and Deathmask to fall for each other if Camus is fully clad in clothing. . .this was out of Argor’s territory. . .falling for someone while wearing clothing that did not show any skin. . .was that even possible?

Camus continued to look in the closet. He was currently wearing a tunic shirt and some comfortable khaki colored pants. The bottom hem of his pants was wet from the snow outside, and his jacket had been soaked through from winter weather. Camus sighed, “well, I will figure that out after a nice warm bath.” Camus wandered over the large bath tub that could easily fit four full grown men. It had mysterious jet streams that bubbled in the water. He looked at the counter and saw a variety of bath salts along with high quality soaps, shampoos, and conditioners. He smiled as he added some lavender scented bath salts into the water. Camus de-robed himself slowly and delicately. He pulled his boots off first and placed them near the hearth to dry, followed by him tenderly removing the laces from his tunic and slowly sliding it off. Camus then leaned forward to remove his pants, which he also placed near the hearth to dry. He stretched his arms and pulled his hair into a ponytail before entering the warm bath. Argor watched Camus breathlessly, it had been so long since he saw a person with human form, and even longer since he had seen a naked man as beautiful and statuesque as Camus. He felt light headed watching the beauty enter the water.

Camus slid all the way into the water and relished in the feeling of the warm bubbles and the fragrance of the lavender salts tickled his nose. Argor wandered over to Camus, “Is. . .there anything I can get for you?” Camus tilted his head back to look at Argor, “Well I would prefer to wear something warm, but I can select that after. . .you can go relax yourself, Argor. I don’t need anything right now, after all I am still trying to adjust to the idea that I will never get to see my beloved family again. . .I am not very hungry, nor am I in the mood to drink down my sorrows.” Argor nodded, and continued to stare breathlessly at the sexy man before him. He couldn’t imagine Deathmask being able to resist such a temptation for very long.

Camus used a soft washcloth to cleanse his body with a lavender soap. He slid the washcloth over his muscled torso and rolled it behind his neck, which soothed his sore back. He was tired from the ride to the castle, and the water calmed his muscles. He ran the washcloth over his arms and dipped the cloth under the water and slid it over the sensitive inner flesh of his thighs. Camus gasped lightly.

Argor blushed at the sight of Camus cleansing his sleek body. Gods, he was beautiful, and Argor was pleased that he could watch without intimidating the new guest. Camus gasped again as he cleansed between his legs, his cock twitching from the soothing jets in the bath, and the constant vibration from the jets pressing water against his ass. He slid his hand down and pulled on his semi-erect cock and gasped lightly. Argor felt an urge inside him that had long disappeared, a feeling that he remembered from when he was human, a feeling of longing and a wish to pleasure this man. Camus turned towards Argor and began to feel uncomfortable. It was as though Argor was looking at him in a slightly perverted way. Camus gulped and finished his bath, without alleviating himself. He shyly grabbed a towel and dried off, wrapping a towel around his waist.

Argor looked down, “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. . .I just was, uh. . ., trying to think of what you should wear to dinner.” Camus quirked an eyebrow, but nodded with a knowing look on his face. “I think I should wear. . .this. . .” Camus leaned into the closet and pulled out a soft pair of fitted black pants, and a warm sweater in a deep cyan that matched his eyes. He looked at the undergarment drawer and sighed. He realized that there were only tight bikini brief underwear and g-strings. He picked up a pair of black bikini briefs and a pair of warm merino wool socks.

Camus pulled up the underwear prior to taking off the towel. He normally was not the shy sort, but he felt Argor’s piercing eyes, which made him feel as though a man was looking at him longingly. Camus shook his head, he knew that Argor was just a crab that had magically learned to talk. . .right? Camus pulled off the towel and dried his hair. Argor was enamored and could not stop looking. Camus was bending forward in front of him in a sexy pair of bikini briefs and nothing else. Camus’s hair fell gently around his shoulders and the bottom tips of his hair brushed his upper thighs. Camus continued to get dressed and then put on a pair of soft wool slippers that were toasty from being placed near the fire in his room. Camus pondered about his current situation. Although he was held captive, his needs would be fully met.

Argor walked over to Camus to place a beautiful crystal clip into his hair. Camus blushed lightly as his little claw touched his cheek. He had no idea how a crab claw could make him shiver lightly, as though it were a human hand. Camus felt that something was odd about this situation. Argor said to Camus, “I hope you like this hair clip, it was made from snow diamonds. . .I can’t help but think that the Master would want you to have it.”

Camus brushed his hair and the clip glistened. “Thank you very much Argor. Out of curiosity, what can you tell me about your dear Master. He lacks many manners and seems quite rude. Why is it that you follow his orders? And why would he want me to be held captive, like a caged bird or any other pet?”

Argor looked down again, “Well those are questions that you should ask the Master. . .but I follow him because he cares about us. . .Misty and I. . .we had nowhere to go. . .and then he took us in and gave use jobs.”

Camus sighed, “well I suppose being a servant gives you room and board. . .along with some financial security.” Argor nodded. “Let me escort you to the dining room now, my fine Sir.” “Why thank you kind crab,” replied Camus. Argor grinned, he was happy just to continue inhaling the light fragrance of lavender that lightly wafted around Camus like a beautiful aura.

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TBC. . .

Thank you very much for reading it so far! Let me know what you think ^_^ I don't have anyone to beta this for me *sweatdrop* so I hope it is okay.