Saint Seiya Fairy Tale: Beauty and the Beast

Argor nearly fell over as he listened to Deathmask’s corny innuendo. “Okay Camus, how about this one,” Deathmask smiled, “you are a delicately rolled gnocchi that is as light as air, like a fluffy pillow of deliciousness, and I am the plate that serves you. Huh? Huh? Pretty good right!?”

Camus continued rolling the gnocchi on the little ridged paddle, and quirked his eyebrow, “that one was worse than the one about me being a clam and you being seafood stew.” Misty stifled a giggle, they really were getting worse and worse. Deathmask pouted, “but you are like a super soft fluffy pillow.” Camus smirked and looked him in the eye, “isn’t that something you would say to a girl? How about coming up with something more manly?”

Deathmask smiled, “is that a challenge? If so, it’s accepted! Okay, you are the skilled, masterfully prepared, and not dense like crappy gnocchi, and I am the uh. . .sauce that envelops your. . .uh. . .uh. . .”

Camus rolled his eyes, “THAT was your big comeback? That was you trying to win a challenge? HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.” Camus began laughing uncontrollably.

Deathmask shot him a playful glare, “yeesh, well I tried, ya know? Besides, I got you to laugh.”

Camus smiled, “yeah. . .you did.” Deathmask ran his paw against Camus’s cheek, “I think there is no one more beautiful than you when you laugh.” Camus quirked his eyebrow, “are you saying that there are those more beautiful when I am not laughing?”

Deathmask scratched his head, “Uh. . .NO! Of course not! Nononoonononononooono, NO one is more beautiful than you anyway!”

Camus laughed, “well do you know anyone else besides Argor, Misty, and I?” Deathmask shrugged, “you missed my point. You are the FAIREST OF THEM ALL!” Argor sighed, wrong fairytale.

Camus smiled, “so Deathmask, is the sauce ready?” Deathmask grinned, “well this sauce will be a little different, even though it is a tomato based sauce, I am going to MAKE IT PINK!” Misty looked at Argor, yup, wrong fairytale. Deathmask smiled, “okay, all I have to do is add some cream and cheese, which will make it very yummy with the gnocchi!”

Camus smiled sweetly, “Deathmask, I have another question. . .I would really like to know something. Argor and Misty told me that you guys haven’t cooked until I arrived. . .since none of you are human. . .but. . .why is it that all of you know how to cook? And if you guys did, why haven’t you made any for yourselves before I came?”

Deathmask stared at his sauce, “well. . .there is a good reason for that. . .uh. . .well all of us do like human food. . .not made from humans of course!. . .hahaha. . .but we don’t see any reason to make it unless a human is here.”

Camus looked at Deathmask with suspicion, “that makes no sense. What difference does that make? If you all like that kind of food, then why not make it?”

Argor wiggled his claw, “well the reason for that is because. . .it just doesn’t seem right unless a human is here.”

Camus sighed, “you guys. . .you do know that the food is still food whether a human is here or not. . .besides all three of you act human.”

Misty turned away, “hahaha, you flatter us.” Deathmask sighed, “you know Camus. . .the real reason why we didn’t make it until you got here is because, you really do give us a reason to want to live and treat ourselves right. . .”

Camus blushed, “now that is a sweet compliment. . .but there is one more part of it that doesn’t make sense. Where did you all learn to cook in the first place?” Deathmask sighed, “I told you before. . .” Argor was going to jump into a pot of hot boiling water if Deathmask ended it with ‘once upon a dream.”

“. . .I’m a well cultured beast and I know magic. . .so maybe I cast a spell that taught us how to cook! Yup that’s it!” Deathmask grinned, “Okay Camus, boil that gnocchi for a minute and then dinner is ready!” Camus looked down, he knew he wasn't going to get any straight answers out of them.

Misty tossed up a salad and Argor used his claws to cut all of the bread. Misty and Argor stayed in the kitchen as Camus and Deathmask sat at the dining table, they knew that if they were to get romantic, it needed to be just the two of them.

Deathmask pulled Camus’s chair for him, “please relax and enjoy your stay here, sexy Camus.” Camus smiled, “only if you sit down too, fuzzy Deathmask.” Deathmask grinned, “I deserved that.” Camus looked at Deathmask very closely, there was something oddly attractive about him, but he didn’t know what it was. . .

Deathmask smiled, “I really missed you Camus. . .I am very happy that you returned, but why did you? You were free. . .”

Camus looked at Deathmask’s blue eyes, they were so full of emotion and not beast-like at all, “maybe I missed you too. But it wasn’t like you got all depressed or something once I left, right?” Camus thought about it for a moment, and he remembered that when he checked on the beast with the mirror, he was moping.

Deathmask grinned, “of course not! I don’t mope.” His tail began wagging quickly out of nervousness.

Camus giggled, “Your tail is telling me otherwise.” Deathmask frowned, “STUPID TAIL!!!” Camus smiled, “I really did miss you, that’s why I came back.”

Deathmask let go of his tail, “re. . .really? Aww Camus. . .I really would do anything in the whole world to make you happy.”

Camus blushed, “tell me how you became such a ‘cultured beast.’”

Deathmask smirked, “I suppose that me being a perfectly pedigreed beast with lots of spark isn’t gonna do it for ya?”

Camus smiled, “Oh, is that all?”

Deathmask grinned, “maybe I need a well cultured man like you by my side so that I can learn the ways of acting like a gentleman.”

Camus felt his cheeks warm up, “really. . .and why not just look for another well cultured beast?”

Deathmask smiled, “well that’s cuz I am one of a kind and I am set on you. . .you’re one of a kind too.”

Camus ate his delicious gnocchi and relished in the flavor of the sauce, “um. . .did you jar any of that sauce for Milo?” Deathmask grinned, “Yup! Misty is making sure that it is well canned so it has a good shelf life, as we speak.”

Camus smiled, “thank you so much Deathmask. . .um. . .please tell more about this Prince Angelo guy. . .”

Deathmask looked down. . .what could he possibly say. . .

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Aiacos sighed, “Minos. . .hold on a second. . .I know your revenge is very important to you, but. . .don’t you think that is rather cruel?” Minos looked down, “look, I don’t want to hurt that Camus guy, but. . .Angelo must suffer.”

Aiacos looked away, “Minos. . .why not just challenge Angelo to a duel, and defeat him the way that Radamanthys would have wanted.”

Minos looked down, he really wanted Angelo to suffer. . .

“Minos!? Where are you!?,” a voice yelled from the top of the stairs.

Aiacos quirked his eyebrows, “what the hell?”

A man with long silvery blond hair and lavender eyes ran down the stairs, “Minos! I was looking all over for you and I saw you going into this castle. . .so I followed you inside. . .”

Minos looked up, “Rune! What are you doing here!?”

Rune looked at Minos, “Minos. . .I. . .please don’t do anything that will get you hurt. . .” Aiacos wanted to hurl, Rune was a whip loving masochist or something, but with Minos he was putty.

Aiacos smirked, he had an idea. “Oh Rune! Minos wants revenge on Angelo for killing Radamanthys during that duel. . .but I worry for Minos’s safety. . .he wants to disguise himself as the prince so that Angelo’s boy toy thinks that the beast ala Deathmask was keeping the prince captive.”

Rune sighed, “Minos that is the dumbest plan I have ever heard! I mean come on now, that guy that Angelo is with right now isn’t dumb enough to fall for that crap. If you want revenge that badly, why not just duel him?”

Minos sighed, “both of you think my idea was stupid? *sigh* But doesn’t Angelo deserve to suffer for what he did to my Radamanthys?”

Aiacos frowned, “Don't you think that Angelo has suffered enough from Aphrodite’s curse? He has lived as a beast for years. . .and this is the first time when he has felt a little bit of happiness. . .besides you’re hot and sexy, I’m sure you will find someone who can love you even more than Radamanthys. . .”

Minos sighed, “. . . . . .”

Rune looked towards Minos, “. . .um. . .Minos. . .you do know why Angelo killed Radamanthys don’t you?”

Minos glared at Rune, “What do you mean ‘why?’”

Rune sighed, “because Radamanthys was having an affair with some chick named Pandora. And Angelo found out about it so Radamanthys was trying to kill him since. . .so Angelo finally just killed him in self defense. It was all recorded here, in Sylpheed’s journal of duels.”

Aiacos sighed, he knew that Rune was madly in love with Minos, this was going to become a lover’s problem. . .he decided he may as well take nap. He lied down on one of the soft beds in the cell. He was surprised that a dungeon bed would be so soft.

Minos felt anger well up in his chest as he recalled all of the times that Radamanthys appeared to be romancing Pandora. “I. . .I should be trying to kill Pandora then. . .huh. . .”

Rune hit his head, Minos was being more stubborn that usual, “Minos. . .come here.” Rune pulled Minos close, “please calm down. . .Aiacos was right. . .Deathmask suffered enough already. . .besides he and Radamanthys loved fighting each other. . .Deathmask wouldn’t have killed him unless necessary. . .”

Minos looked at Rune, “you are trying very hard to take care of me aren’t you?” Rune smiled, “damn right. . .I. . .don’t ever want to see you this unhappy again.” Minos smiled at Rune, “alright, let’s go. . .I can always get revenge later if necessary.

Minos and Rune left arm in arm. Aiacos yawned and rolled over, he was way too sleepy to go anywhere.

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Kanon smiled as Sorrento lightly massaged his back. “That feels amazing! Your hands are so. . .wow! Sorry to put you through the trouble.” Sorrento smiled at Kanon, “it’s no trouble at all. . . you have a very nice back.”

Kanon blushed, “really? Uh. . .thanks! You have a nice back too!”

Sorrento quirked his eyebrow, “do I? You haven’t seen my back.”

Kanon looked down, “oh. . .uh. . .well I think you would. . .you do have nice hands afterall. . .”

Sorrento smiled, “are you trying to flirt with me?”

Kanon gasped, he thought he was doing a good job, so why was Sorrento asking him. . .shouldn’t it be obvious? Oh no! Am I as bad at flirting as Saga? No way I must have gotten father’s flirting gene.

Kanon smiled, “well you are really pretty. . .and you have really good hands. . .and your eyes are pretty and pink. . .and your skin is like yummy caramel. . .and your hair is like fluffy grape frosting on a cake!” Yup that should do it! Kanon smiled at his prowess in flirting.

Sorrento looked at Kanon blankly, “well those were. . .lovely compliments, Kanon. I really appreciate your kindness. You are very handsome Kanon, I don’t think you have to try to hard.”

Kanon looked down, he was trying very hard, but if he didn’t try hard, wouldn’t Sorrento think that he wasn’t trying at all? “Well it is kind of effortless. . .I mean your beauty speaks for itself.”

Sorrento giggled, “you are very silly, Kanon. . .but thank you for the compliment, it was very sweet. Just for that, how about I make you some fresh fish.”

Kanon blushed, “really!? I love seafood more than anything!”

Sorrento smiled, “I’ll go cook the fish that I caught this morning. . .the snow has kept it at optimum temperature. . .”

Kanon grinned, “you are so marriage material! I mean you cook, you clean, your really pretty. . .and you fish! And you know how to build a nice fire, and you are super sweet!”

Sorrento blushed, “you flatter me so much Kanon, please rest up while I make you some food. . .and for your earlier compliment, I’ll bake you a cake.”

Kanon blushed, “REALLY!? Awww Sorrento I could just kiss you!” Oh my gosh. . .did I just say that? Nice going Kanon. . .arg. . .

Sorrento blushed, “I’d like that. . .but wait until after you try my cooking.”

Kanon turned beet red and squeaked, “I. . .I. . .okay.”

Milo smirked from another room in the cabin, “see Aioria, no prob at all! My bro is totally all over Kanon! Now where were my my sexy slave?”

Aioria pouted and blushed, “I. . .I’m not a sex slave!”

Milo grinned, “I said SEXY slave, not sex slave! Sheesh.”

Aioria frowned, “but either way you said slave.”

Milo sighed, “alright alright, my big sexy kitten!”

Aioria grinned, “that’s better. . .my really pretty. . .Milo.”

Milo reached over and ran his fingers over Aioria’s face and up through his thick ginger colored hair. He pulled Aioria close with his other hand and ran his lips over Aioria’s tender neck. “I can’t wait to have that date when we get back to town,” Milo smiled.

Aioria looked up at Milo with euphoria in his eyes, “uh huh. . .more kiss please.” Milo smiled and pushed Aioria onto the soft bed.

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Camus looked at Deathmask, the beast was silent, “you know Deathmask. . .it’s okay if you don't know anything about him. . .I mean you said he wasn’t here when you arrived.”

Deathmask finished eating is gnocchi, “well Camus. . .to be honest. . .I think the prince went missing is all. . .he’ll be back one day. . .I know it.” Deathmask was not the praying type. But he would have prayed right there if it meant that he could be human again and then finally have Camus romantically.

Camus smiled at Deathmask, “I guess you’re right. . .”

Deathmask looked at Camus reassuringly, “well he was a super powerful prince, right? No way he’d fall at the hands of something small like a fight or something. . .maybe he just went on some adventure.” He didn't have it in himself to say that Prince Angelo was weak or something, because he wasn’t.

Camus looked at him quizzically, “hey. . .Deathmask. . .how long have you lived here?” Deathmask sighed, “good question. . .maybe about 6 years?” Camus smiled, “well at least you have a warm home, Mr. Fuzzy.”

Misty cleared the dishes, “Deathmask, you should send Milo his sauce. Here are some jars.” Deathmask grinned and sent the jar to Milo. Here Camus, you probably want to watch him on the mirror. Camus looked at the magic mirror.

The image showed Milo caress Aioria’s chest and quickly notice a jar appearing on the nightstand, “huh? What’s this? OH HELL YEAH!!! My sauce!”

Camus smiled, “hey, how did you get the sound to work on this thing?” Deathmask grinned, “you just make sure you let it know that you want to hear what is going on.” Camus looked dumbfounded, “oh.”

After dinner Camus read Deathmask a story about a sexy merman fell in love with a human prince, so much to the point that he gave up his tail and his voice to be with him.

Deathmask pulled Camus close, and Camus rested on his chest while reading. Deathmask smiled, “I am so falling in love with you Camus. . .is there anything I can do to woo you?”

Camus chuckled, “are you serious Deathmask? You’re a beast. . .and I’m human.”

Deathmask’s tail began to swish, “but. . .I’m lovable, right?” Camus smiled, “of course I am sure you are very lovable. . .and very snuggly.” Camus gave Deathmask a large hug, “I’m very sleepy Deathmask. . .will you take me to my room?”

Deathmask smiled, “of course, my liege.” Deathmask lifted Camus into his arms and carried him to his bedroom. Camus noticed the crystal snow flower that was on his bed, and Deathmask tenderly moved it to the nightstand. He rested Camus on his bed and ran his paw along Camus’s hair, “Gods Camus. . .you look divine. . .I cannot even express to you how much I want you. . .but. . .I would never want to hurt you or scare you away. . .so please don’t fear me.”

Camus smiled, “how can I fear my puppy?” Deathmask smiled and gave him a cute puppy lick on his cheek, “good night. . .my sexy Cam.” “Goodnight. . .Deathmask.”

Deathmask went to bed early and snuggled with his pillows. Misty and Argor were very happy that Camus was back, and they also went to bed early so that they could spoil Camus in the morning.

Camus snuggled in the blankets, but he wasn’t ready to go to bed yet. Was Prince Angelo really here or did the beast really move into an empty castle? Camus put on his slippers and wandered throughout the castle. He eventually came to the West wing, an area that he hadn’t previously been in. He looked at the textures on the walls and the beautiful décor. He eventually came across a small painting of the prince in his dream. I guess this is where I saw him. . .indigo hair. . .and a nice tan. . .maybe there are other pictures of him out there. . . Camus wandered through the lower parts of the castle, and eventually found the dungeon. He gasped as he looked at the dark corridors.

What is this place? Camus walked down the stairs slowly and noticed that the fire lanterns were all lit. He wandered down further and he heard breathing. Breathing? Someone was down here!? Camus ran to the cells and noticed a man lying down in the cell. . .his skin lightly tan. . .and his hair. . .looked like indigo with a reddish tinge in the light. Was that Prince Angelo sleeping in this dungeon?

Camus walked into the cell tentatively, and brushed the hair away from the man’s face. He was beautiful. . .but a little different than the man in his dream. . .but that was a dream. . .right? He looked at his face closely. . .he was so handsome. . .and looked very sweet. . . So this could be the real prince. . .that means Deathmask really was keeping the prince captive. . .

TBC. . .
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A/N—What will Aiacos think when he wakes up O_O