Saint Seiya Fairy Tale: Beauty and the Beast

Camus snuggled closer to Waddles and his pillow trying to process what that weird dream had been about. The man in his dreams claimed to be Prince Angelo, but he had never seen what the prince had looked like, and Saga had only mentioned his name, not his appearance. Plus there was something oddly familiar about that man but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Camus yawned and looked at his clock, 3:07AM.

Camus began to fall asleep until his eyes snapped open, “oh my god,” he whispered, “I just lost my virginity in my sleep.” He would have laughed about it any other time, but there was something oddly realistic about this dream. It wasn’t that he didn’t know anything about sex; it was just that he preferred to wait for the right person to come along.

Camus held Waddles closer, how would he fall asleep now? He decided to get up and get a cup of warm, frothy milk. Camus put on a warm, fluffy robe and some slippers and headed towards the kitchen. As he walked by the living room, he overheard his brothers whispering. Why would they be awake at three in the morning?

“Saga, what are we going to do. . .he is acting like nothing happened!?,” Kanon exclaimed in a low tone. Saga sighed, “well. . .he seems to be in the right mind, and he is home now, so I suppose there is little we can do. Even if we destroy that beast, how will it change the present?”

Kanon looked down, “but there may always be a threat that Camus will have to leave again. . .I don't want my little brother to have to live in that fear.” Saga sighed, “don’t you see Kanon? We are the ones who will live with that fear because he doesn’t believe the beast is threatening him to return. Sadly, we know that Camus is still the beast’s property whether we like it or not. . .it is just that Camus doesn’t believe so. . .”

Kanon nodded, “then maybe if we destroy the beast, it will quell any chance of Camus being taken again. . .I wonder what the best way to kill that kind of beast is. . .didn’t father say that he knows magic?”

Saga grinned, “well that is what the hunting guild is for. They have information for every kind of animal, beast, monster, and creature there is. Let’s ask Ikki and Aioria in the morning about what the best course of action is. If all else fails, we can hire the guild to hunt him down.”

Kanon smiled at his twin, “I think I can rest more easily now.”

Camus felt as though he were going to throw up. How could his brothers plan to do such a thing after the beast so willingly let him go? He understood that his brothers were worried about him, but their suspicion of the beast’s kindness was too much, wasn’t it? Maybe I’m the one who was tricked. . .but. . .I just can’t believe that. Camus felt dizzy as he entered the kitchen. He needed some warm milk NOW.

Camus placed a pot over the embers and added milk in along with some cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla. When it became warm, he mixed it thoroughly with a whisk and frothed it up. Camus poured the milk into a mug and nursed it slowly. He felt so guilty for what his brothers were planning. . .especially since he was free now. He understood what his brothers may have felt when he was a prisoner and how they may feel the need to rescue him, but he was home now, and he could vouch that the beast had no intention to harm him. So why was it so hard getting them to understand that?

Camus passed by the living room again, but his brothers already went to bed. All he could do was hope that he could change their minds in the morning.

Camus placed the milk on his nightstand, and pulled the blankets over himself. As he rested his head lightly on the pillow, he remembered his dream again. I wonder. . .if the castle was Prince Angelo’s. . .then perhaps that is where I saw an image of him, that would explain how I had a vague idea of what he looked like. Even so. . .the castle looked rather bleak, and Deathmask, Misty, and Argor all look so sad and lonely. Plus Misty had told me that I was the first one he had cooked for in a very long time. . .so if they were holding the prince captive, they haven’t been feeding him. . .so he would be long dead by now.

Camus frowned, does that mean he just had a dream about a sexy dead guy having sex with him and stealing his virginity? He sighed loudly; this was getting nowhere. All he could do was wait until the next morning to explain to his brothers why killing the beast would not change or help anything, and somehow find out more about the prince. Although. . .Camus thought deeply, if Deathmask really is keeping the prince captive. . .or torturing him. . .then maybe he is better off dead. . .no. . .I mustn’t think that way.

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Misty sighed as he looked at Deathmask’s pitiful form, “you know Master, you haven’t eaten any dinner, and you need to eat so you are in top shape for when Camus returns.” Deathmask grunted, “you really think he is going to come back? Why the hell would he come back here? I mean he is free, with humans no less, and he is now in a huge mansion with the ones he loves the most. Hell, I wouldn’t leave that either.”

Misty softened his look, “but Deathmask. . .if it were the opposite, wouldn’t you leave that to see Camus again?” “Of course,” Deathmask replied, “but this is different.”

Argor jumped in, “how is it different?” Deathmask grumbled, “because Camus is hot, sweet, sexy, hot, funny, charismatic, hot, seductive, cute, hot, intelligent, hot, snuggly, hot. . .” Argor wanted to pinch his master for using the word ‘hot’ over and over again. “Okay your point is taken, but you have some qualities that he might find appealing too!” Misty replied.

Deathmask quirked an eyebrow, “really? Name one.” Misty pondered, “well. . .um. . .hmm. . .you are uh. . .” Deathmask’s face fell. “You keep him warm,” Argor replied with a grin. Deathmask covered his face, “great. . .you really think he would return here thinking, ‘oh what a great heater he was, I better go back to him.’” Argor nodded, “Damn right! I mean come on, if he gets cold the first thing he’ll think is, ‘Dang! I wish I were with Deathmask right now because he would keep me nice and toasty warm!’”

Misty continued trying to think of reasons why Camus would return, “you know. . .he would return because he is caring. . . and I think he truly wants us to be happy.” Argor nodded in full agreement.

Deathmask smiled, “yeah. . .he is rather caring. . .ah well even if I have to remain a beast forever, it wouldn’t be so bad if Camus were by my side.” Misty and Argor glared at him, “it wouldn’t be bad for YOU!” Misty glared, “are you saying that you want me to stay like this?” Deathmask cowered, “Uh. . .no of course not, I was just . . .uh. . .trying to be optimistic.” Argor giggled, “Oh you just saved your sorry hairy ass.” Deathmask nodded with a big sweatdrop.

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Camus woke up at 11:15am, and was in a daze. He didn’t fall asleep until past 4:30 that morning and he was very tired. He yawned and when he noticed the time he jumped out of bed, knocking Waddles onto the floor. “Oh my gods. . .I hope my brothers didn’t go to the guild already.” He immediately put Waddles back on the bed, and quickly used the washroom and got dressed. He ran downstairs to find his brothers.

Saga and Kanon were also very tired due to going to bed so late, and both of them were calmly eating breakfast in the kitchen. Camus sighed in relief. “Good morning brothers,” Camus smiled brightly. Saga and Kanon grinned widely. Saga smiled, “it is such a pleasure to see your smiling face again. I missed you so much.” Kanon nodded, “Camus, let me get some food for you, I want you to relax.”

Camus was slightly shocked, he was home again so he was expecting to have to fend for himself. He blushed lightly, “thank you Kanon. . .um. . .can I ask you guys something?” Saga’s brow furrowed, his brother never asked for permission to speak or ask questions, what had that beast done to him? “Of course Camus, you don’t have to ask to ask a question,” Kanon replied.

Camus smiled, “thank you. . .well are you two really planning on hunting the beast down? He never tried to hurt me and he was actually rather kind. I don’t see any reason to hurt an innocent creature like him.”

Saga sighed, “Camus, if he were truly innocent, then where is Prince Angelo? Also, he did hurt our father, emotionally.” Camus frowned, he knew that it was true that they were hurt emotionally. . .but was that reason to kill him? “But brother. . .he let me go. And while I was there I never saw any evidence of a Prince Angelo. . .besides how do we know that the prince didn’t just abandon his kingdom and the beast decided to claim it as his new home,” Camus pleaded.

Kanon placed some warm oatmeal with butter and sugar in front of Camus, “you know I love you Camus. . .but who knows why he really let you go. . .besides, that is not going to stop him from trying to reclaim you. And Prince Angelo had a very powerful kingdom. . .it is unlikely that he would just walk away along with all of the people in the kingdom. Plus, just because you didn’t see him doesn’t mean he wasn’t there, right? Did you really search the entire castle?”

Camus sighed, “you make a good point brother, but please. . .don’t have the guild hunt him. . .if he does something heinous, then I will let you know, but. . .please. . .” Camus felt a tear well up in his eyes. He never shed tears, but for some reason he felt very emotional about the whole situation.

Saga and Kanon exchanged a look; both of them knew that Camus was not the sort to ever shed a tear, no matter how much pain he was in. Shion looked at his son from the doorway, how much fear did the beast instill in him to make him this way. Saga sighed, “I’ll tell you what Camus. . .I won’t initiate anything. . .yet. If there is one more threat or situation in which you could be harmed, I will not hesitate to kill him myself.” Kanon nodded, “Camus. . .I want to respect your wishes. . .but I do not feel comfortable with this. . .but I won’t do anything unless you are in harm’s way.”

Camus smiled, “I love you both very much, thank you so much for your understanding.” Shion sighed, perhaps he should initiate the guild. . .his sons vaguely promised that they would not attack the beast. But Shion made no such promise. Saga glanced at the doorway, “that goes for you too, father, and Sir Douko, and Hyoga.” Shion sighed, he was caught.

Kanon smiled, he loved it when his brother was so suave about these situations. “Oh! Camus. . .Hyoga has a boyfriend!,” Kanon smiled.

Camus nearly spit out his coffee, “What!?! Hyoga has. . .” He was completely in shock, how could his baby brother get a boyfriend. . .he was too young, right? And how could he be the first one in the family to get a boyfriend besides their father? Camus felt faint.

Saga smirked, “Yeah, they are actually pretty cute together, hey speaking of the kid. . .hey Hyoga! Shun! Come here for a sec!”

Hyoga and Shun held hands and walked into the kitchen together. “Oh Camus! This is Shun, my. . .*blush* boyfriend,” Hyoga smiled. Shun blushed, “Nice to meet you Camus, I am so happy to hear that you are safe and sound.” Camus smiled, he remembered Shun from previous trips to Port City, he was relieved that it was Shun that Hyoga was dating. “I see you two are very fond of each other, congratuations,” Camus smiled.

Hyoga gave his brother a big hug and whispered in his ear, “thank you Camus.” Camus hugged his little brother and continued to eat his breakfast. Shion smiled, “Okay Hyoga, why don’t you let Douko know that you are Shun are now an item.” Hyoga blushed, “Dad. . .when you say it like that. . .it sounds creepy.” Shion laughed as Hyoga and Shun headed off to see Douko.

Saga smiled, “well we have to go to the farm and make sure everything is running smoothly, we’ll be back soon.” Kanon smiled at Camus, “I am so happy you’re home!” Shion smiled, “I better go check on Hyoga and Douko, who knows how Douko will react? Hahaha.” He kissed Camus on his forehead and left to Douko’s office.

Camus sighed. Everyone in his family had something to do, and now here he was, his first day home and he was all alone. He didn’t even have dishes to do because the maids already washed all of the dishes and were already preparing lunch. He didn’t even have to do his usual chores anymore. Camus felt a twinge of sadness, there was nothing for him to do, and he was alone. . .

Camus returned to his room, and sat at his desk. He looked at his hand and stared at the teal-aqua and platinum ring on his finger. The color was entrancing and he could see swirling blue colors in the stone.

He then pulled the snow crystal hair clip from his small satchel. He looked at it intently and began to laugh, picturing how much work it must have taken Deathmask to make the clip. Deathmask was rather clumsy because of his paws, and picturing him making such an intricate piece of jewelry must have been a sight to see.

Camus realized that he felt. . .wanted when with Deathmask. Like his life meant something and that he was a vital member of their makeshift family. He sighed and placed the barrette back into the satchel. As he did so he brushed his hand against a cool, smooth surface. He looked inside and noticed the mirror that Deathmask let him take with him. He pulled it out and looked at his reflection.

“I suppose I could see how my family members are doing. . .okay mirror, please show me Saga and Kanon as they are right now,” Camus requested. The mirror’s reflection swirled and showed Saga and Kanon laughing and playing with their new tractor devise. Camus smiled, “okay. . .please show me Hyoga. . .” The mirror then displayed Hyoga and Shun holding hands next to Shion and Douko who were cuddling on a couch. Camus sighed, “well they all look so happy. . .I should be ecstatic. . .why do I feel so. . .sad. . .” I suppose I am just feeling a little lonely since no one is here.

Camus wondered what his new friends were up to, but he was feeling rather hesitant. . .his friends? Shouldn’t he be viewing them as his captors or prison guards? Camus smiled, “no. . .they are my friends,” he held the mirror tightly, “well mirror. . .please show me Argor.” The mirror swirled again. Argor was standing next to Misty with his eyes puffy as though he had been crying. Camus noticed that Argor was speaking to Misty and Misty constantly shook his head sadly. Camus frowned, how he wished that the mirror had sound. “Well, I suppose it makes sense that I can’t hear them. . .well mirror, since I see Misty already, will you show me Deathmask, the beast?” The scene twisted away the image of Argor and Misty, revealing Deathmask walking into Camus’s room at the palace.

Camus quirked an eyebrow, why was the beast in his room? Deathmask sat on Camus’s bed and pulled his pillow close and gave it a hug, while inhaling deeply. As he inhaled his tail swished a little quicker. Camus giggled, his puppy must have missed him a lot to give his pillow such a hug, and the tail swishing with excitement was a good sign.

Deathmask then pulled out a crystal snow flower and placed it on his bed. He sighed and returned upstairs to his chamber. Camus gasped lightly, he had never seen the beast’s chamber before. It looked so plain compared to the rest of the castle, as though all life was gone. The beast then settled himself at his bed and looked at the wilting flower on his nightstand.

Camus looked at the image tenderly, why was the beast keeping a dying flower? The beast then lightly brushed his paw against the petals and lied down on his bed sadly. Camus frowned, Deathmask looked so sad. . .his poor puppy. . .

Camus sighed, “well mirror, I have been wondering. . .can you show me where Prince Angelo is?” The mirror’s image did not budge. Camus shook the mirror lightly, “are you not working? Or are you telling me that he is in the castle. . .or did the beast cast something so that you cannot show me him? Or. . .what if. . .what if the beast had eaten. . .no. . .Deathmask would not eat a human. How frustrating. . .alright, mirror please show me an image of what Prince Angelo looks like.” The mirror did not change image. “I guess it still isn’t working. . .to see the prince anyway. . .Maybe the magic is wearing off by me leaving the castle. . .”

Camus felt saddened by the look in the beast’s eyes. They were so mischievous while they talked and he always had a sparkle in them, but in the mirror they appeared sad. “Alright me, you could at least show me an image of the prince from my dream.” The mirror finally glowed and swirled displaying an image of the tanned, muscled, and statuesque man from his dream wandering around the palace. Camus gasped, “he. . .he is being shown in the palace that the beast is at. . .okay is this mirror showing me what I want to see or what truly is or was. . .”

Camus blushed as he looked at his body, flushing back memories of the dream from the night before. He shivered as he imagined the prince’s hands all over his body and massaging him slowly, followed by sweet deep kisses. He then imagined Angelo thrusting into him in perfect rhythm. . .he shook his head slightly. Camus caressed his own cheek lightly imagining the prince’s warm hands. “Thank you mirror. . .” I wonder if this dream prince is real. . .Camus smiled as he remembered that Douko had a home library and he put the mirror down and walked briskly to the library.

Camus looked around at all of the modern politic books and finally found one that had images and information on all of the royalty in the area. He scanned until he found the name Angelo. He quickly turned the pages, and then he stopped with his eyes widened, it was him. Camus was still in disbelief that he could have a dream about a guy he had never seen, let alone with this much detail. His dream was so vivid that he could clearly remember every detail on Angelo’s body. . .why was it so real?

Camus read some information about the Prince, that he was an Italian prince who was born in France to a royal family. He was famous for amazing hunting skills and battle prowess. He was also known to be very charismatic and had a very romantic disposition. Camus sighed, could the tail-wagging and puppy-like beast who only seemed to want Camus’s happiness really be the killer of a prince who obviously had amazing battle skills? Maybe the prince wanted to hunt the beast, and thusly lost his life? Many ideas were flying through Camus’s head. “I. . .I’m going to have to ask the beast. . .that is the only way I can clarify this. . . so I should return to him soon,” Camus whispered.

Hyoga froze, “brother you just came home! Besides why would you ever want to go back to that malicious monster!? Did he threaten you? Oh brother, I can’t bear to let you go. . .” Hyoga’s eyes filled with tears, “I know you always told me not to cry, brother, but. . .but. . .this is not fair.” Camus walked over to Hyoga, “Shh. . .Hyoga, I want to go back because there are many questions that I want answered. . .that’s all.” Hyoga frowned, “but brother. . .you want to risk your life to have some question answered?”

Camus sighed, “Hyoga. . .I assure you my life won’t be in danger.” Hyoga frowned, “if you go back big brother, I will tell Saga and Kanon about it. . .and they will tell the hunting guild.” Camus brushed some hair out of Hyoga’s eyes, “Hyoga. . .would you really want an innocent being, no matter how scary looking he is, to be killed by the guild?” Hyoga looked into his brother’s eyes, “you really believe this beast is not a bad guy, don’t you.” Camus nodded. Hyoga frowned, “I see. Well then, I will try to explain your perspective to Saga and Kanon. . .but please, stay home for a while before you return.” Camus’s eyes softened, “I understand Hyoga. . .I’ll stay a while longer.”

Camus couldn’t help but think that if he didn’t return to the castle soon, he would never get his answer.

TBC. . . .
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A/N-OOH what will happen next? Please review ^^