Aya and the Beast

Ryoji Shiozawa

Once upon a time, long ago, in a faraway land, lived a Prince. He was widely regarded as the most beautiful man in all the known lands, and it helped, as it were, that he was royalty.

He was tall with long fire red hair, fathomless green eyes, and a fine muscular physique. The Prince was wild and wicked. He had many lovers, but none of them pleased him. He used them and broke their hearts, discarding them like so much useless garbage.

One night, at a ball held in his honor, the Prince brooded. He surveyed the throngs of young men who had collected, vying for his affections. No one caught his attention. He was bored. There was just no one good enough to be bothered with.

Just then, a homely young man, scrawny with fuzzy brown hair, approached the Prince.

"I humbly request a dance with your Highness."

The Prince snorted rudely at the little troll's presumption. "I wouldn't dance with you if you were dipped in gold."

"I beg your Highness to reconsider. I brought you a gift." He held out his hand and between two fingers was delicately clasped a deep red rose.

"A rose? I've never been offered a rose before." Sarcasm made every word from the Prince's mouth harsh. "No thanks."

The ugly little man would not be dissuaded. "I only ask for a dance your Highness. Will you not accept my gift?"

"Go away you horrible little hobgoblin."

With that, the little man started to glow. His body twisted into a chrysalis of rainbow colored light, and when he emerged it was not the shrunken little mouse, but the most beautiful man the Prince had ever seen.

He was dignified. The Prince could tell from his bearing that he was a King. He had black hair that reached nearly to the floor. His skin was white and lustrous. His blue eyes sparkled like crystal ice and the Prince was entranced.

"You are very cruel. There is no love in your heart. I will punish you for your lack of compassion."

"Please. I didn't realize who you were. Of course, I'll accept the rose."

"Too late for that, I'm afraid."

The beautiful man raised his arms and the castle began to change. The servants and guests disappeared. Around the castle, a dense forest sprang up with trees so close, the towering structure was hidden from view of the world.

A thorn hedge of razor sharp blades grew outside the castle walls, keeping all inside prisoner, and anyone who might stumble upon the castle, out.

Turning to the Prince, the man raised his arms again. Pain coursed through the Prince's body, setting him on fire and tearing at his heart. The transformation caused the Prince to writhe in agony. Shrieking as the searing claws of magic changed him, he was overwhelmed with fear. When it was over, he lay quietly on the floor.

The Fairy King, for he was a powerful being from that realm, coolly regarded the Prince. "The rose I offered you is no ordinary flower. It will bloom until your twenty-first year. Unless you have learned to love and have earned the love of another, you will remain forever a beast."

With those words, he began to shimmer and disappeared into a shining mist of diamonds.

The Prince crawled out into the courtyard, stumbling and falling near the marble fountain with his statue in its midst. When he caught sight of himself in the reflection on the water, he couldn't stop screaming....

"Omi! Omi! Breakfast is ready."

Omi tore into the room, carelessly threw down his bow, and kneeled at the table. "Good. I'm starved."

Aya smiled to himself. Omi had been outside the kitchen door shooting arrows into the neatly stacked hay bales by the animal shelter. Omi was a skilled archer, and Aya was very proud of his cousin's accomplishments.

"This is good Aya-kun." Omi chewed with his mouth open.

Aya gave him a stern look that clearly reminded him of his manners. They may be poor, but they were not ill bred. Omi's father had been a nobleman. Aya's father, a scholar. Their families had been taken from them in the last war, and they only had each other in all the world.

Offering Omi more rice, Aya knelt elegantly to the table, placing his knees on the worn zabuton. He made sure Omi ate his fill. Aya never wanted Omi to suffer because of their meager livelihood. They had the land, a small orchard, and chickens.

It was all that was left after King Takatori's men had killed their families and taken all their possessions. They only had the farm because some of the nobles interceded on their behalves. Aya knew that Takatori spared them only to have the pleasure of watching his former enemies son's live in ruin.

Aya did not feel disgraced. It was liberating to be free of the court. His father had suffered in the political battles and intrigues leading to the war.

His simple life left him contented. Omi found joy in his archery, and he worked in the orchards without complaint.

"Aya-kun? Is there any more miso?" Omi looked at Aya expectantly.

Aya suspected that Omi knew he'd been brooding. His sweet, cheerful cousin noticed the sadness in Aya.

"Yes, let me get it for you." He rose, taking Omi's empty bowl, and fetched the warm soup from a pot on the stove. Bringing it back to Omi, he handed it to him.

"Arigato Aya-kun." He made short work of the soup. Omi put his bowl on the scuffed old table and looked over at his cousin. "You're thinking about them."

Aya nodded. He was caught. Sometimes, when the weather began to fade from brilliant sunny days into cool rain soaked ones; Aya couldn't stop remembering their families. "Sorry Omi. How do you think you'll do in the archery contest?"

"I've been practicing. I'll do my best."

"Then you should do quite well." Aya smiled at his cousin gently.

"I'm going into town. Do you need anything Aya-kun?"

"No. I need nothing." Aya got up and began to clear away the dishes.

Omi was out the door so quickly; Aya didn't even have time to ask him why he was going to town.

Aya had been up since first light. The chickens were tended and the orchard wouldn't need much more attention until harvest, so he decided to practice his katas.

He walked to the back of the room, in their one room cottage, and opened the trunk that contained their few possessions. Aya reverently removed his Mother's katana.

The brave woman had been one of the first to fall in the battle, but she had died honorably, fighting until her last breath. Aya's Mother took up her katana against Takatori without hesitation. Even though she knew she would die, she also knew she fought for a just cause.

Takatori himself had cut her down. He had not witnessed the battle. He had been too young. Aya and Omi had been hidden away in the countryside, with the hope that after the battle, their parents would come back. They never did.

Aya felt the weight of the katana. He remembered watching his Mother train with it. She showed him how to use it, how to move through the katas. Aya stood and honored his Mother's spirit in his practice.

He moved and was only movement. Only the katana existed. His mind cleared of sorrow and thought. Aya lost himself in training. But, his awareness of his surroundings did not fade. He felt foreign eyes intruding on his meditation.

"Please, don't let me interrupt. I enjoy watching."

The young noble had a habit of showing up unannounced.

Aya looked at Youji in irritation. "What business do you have with me Youji?" He had a difficult time being civil to the handsome but arrogant man leaning in the doorway.

"Can't I just stop by to say hello Aya?" Youji sidled up to Aya. "Why are you swinging that old thing around anyway? If you'd take me up on my offer, you wouldn't have to use that rusty blade as entertainment."

Bristling at Youji insults against his Mother's sword, he resheathed it and tucked it back into the trunk.

Youji had offered, on more than one occasion, to make his and Omi's lives easier, at a price. The idea of becoming the young lord's concubine was humiliating, at best, but Youji made it worse by broadcasting his intentions far and wide.

Aya didn't feel like dealing with Youji today. To see him now was a hard reminder of how close he had come to slavery. He had almost accepted Youji's offer that first year.

The first season on the land, Omi and Aya would have starved or frozen to death if it weren't for the kindness of their fellow peasants.

They guided them, taught them how to tend the orchard. They had kept them from starving. It was a harsh lesson. Aya and Omi earned the respect of their neighbors. He would lose that respect, and all sense of self-worth, if he took the easy way out.

Aya picked up the book he was currently reading and actively ignored Youji.

"What is this?" Youji grabbed the book from Aya's hands.

"Give it back Youji."

"You could come hunting with me. I could take you dancing. Why would you want to read a boring book?"

"Give it back."

"Kiss me and I will."

Aya blushed deep scarlet. Youji was splendid in his fine kimono. Autumnal greens and earthen browns clung to his tall, refined body. His wide sparkling eyes devoured Aya hungrily.

Youji knew how attractive he was to others. He used it to advantage. Keeping the book well out of Aya's grasp, he moved forward, bending in to brush his lips over Aya's.

"What's one kiss?" He whispered over Aya's lips.

"Youji. Stop." Aya tried to move away, but Youji's free arm snaked around his waist, pulling him close.

"I want you Aya." Youji bent down to take what was not willingly given.

The first punch landed in Youji's gut. Youji stumbled back. Aya waited to see how Youji would react.

Youji sullenly handed Aya his book. "You don't have to get violent." He rubbed at his stomach.

"Leave." Aya glowered at the surprised face of his molester.

"I just got here."

"Now."

"Fine. But remember this Fujimiya - no one says 'no' to me."

Aya pointed at the door.

Youji gently stroked Aya's cheek as he left, leaving a tingling trail across his flesh and the scent of exotic spices in his wake.

Sighing, Aya knelt at the table and opened his book.

"Why didn't he stay?" Omi sounded upset.

Aya didn't think it was worth mentioning Youji's daily visit, but Omi had crossed paths with Lord Kudou on his way home.

Aya knew Omi had a horrible crush on the vain nobleman. He hoped Omi would outgrow his infatuation, but, so far, Omi appeared to moon over him more every day.

"Aya-kun I'm going to visit Momoe-san." Omi tore out the front door before Aya could ask him when he'd return.

Omi spied Youji on the winding path that skirted the tiny orchard. With his green kimono and blond hair, the handsome man took Omi's breath away. He was the perfect picture of male beauty. If Youji asked Omi to jump off a cliff to prove his love, Omi would do it.

Running as swiftly as he could without getting too disheveled, Omi caught up with Lord Kudou.

"Greetings my lord." Omi bowed respectfully.

"Omi." Youji answered dismissively.

"Have you come to visit?" Omi inquired, trying desperately to engage the man in conversation.

"Just leaving actually." Lord Kudou looked at Omi.

He noticed the young man for the first time. When he visited yesterday, Aya had been colder than usual. Today, even more so. It was growing wearisome. Youji decided that he could use some more cooperative companionship.

The boy was attractive. In a few more years, he would be quite a beauty himself. He was a bit young, but, right now, Lord Kudou didn't care.

"Omi, will you show me the orchards?"

Eagerly, Omi agreed.

"He just needs a little more persuading." Youji put the empty tankard down on the bar and pointed at it.

The innkeeper immediately filled it again.

"What do you mean by that?" Ken asked curiously.

"I need to find a way to make him see reason." Youji's mind started working. A Machiavellian scheme began to form in the dark recesses of his mind.

"What do you see in him anyway? He reads too much." Ken finished off his ale.

"He's the most handsome man in this kingdom besides myself."

"That's true enough." Ken agreed heartily.

"I'm going to marry him."

"What?" Ken nearly spit ale over Youji's kimono.

"He's just playing hard to get. He probably doesn't think I'm serious."

"Are you?" Ken balked at the thought of Lord Kudou settling down with anyone. He'd slept with all the eligible young men and women in the entire kingdom and showed no signs of hanging it up.

"We'd be a perfect pair. The most beautiful man in the land deserves a beautiful husband."

Ken nodded. He was a devoted lackey.

Aya was worried. Omi had not come home yet, and it was growing dark. Anxiously, he waited. When he decided he had to go looking for him, Omi walked through the door.

Immediately, Aya knew something was wrong. Omi wouldn't look at him. He was filthy and his yukata was torn.

"What happened?"

"I fell." Omi whispered. He didn't meet Aya's gaze and his voice was hoarse.

Aya knew he was lying. "Omi?"

"I need to bathe." Omi walked out, towards the little room behind the house, never once raising his head.

The next morning, Aya arose as usual, tending to the animals. When he came back, Omi had not risen. It was so unlike his cousin to fail to rise for his morning chores. He knelt down beside Omi's futon.

"Omi?" Aya gently touched Omi's shoulder and rolled him over. Omi was not asleep, in fact, it was obvious he had not slept all night. His eyes were red. Aya didn't understand what had caused his cousin's sorrow. "Please tell me what is wrong." Aya coaxed gently.

Omi rolled back over and pulled his threadbare quilt over his head.

Aya left him to rest, hoping that a warm meal might make Omi feel better. He cooked rice and miso for his cousin, but he couldn't get Omi to eat. Finally, in desperation, Aya prepared a hot bath for Omi. He agreed to this eagerly.

When he was bathed and wearing a clean yukata, Aya talked him in to eating a little. By this time, it was late afternoon. A familiar shadow cast itself across the floor.

"Hello Aya." Lord Kudou stood in the doorway.

Omi's huge blue eyes filled with tears, and he ran from the room.

"What's his problem?" The callous tone of Youji's voice irritated Aya. He couldn't spare any time for the vain peacock today. He was too worried for Omi.

"Excuse me." Aya left Lord Kudou standing in front of the house as he left to find Omi.

"You said you loved me."

"I say a lot of things." Lounging around waiting for Aya was boring enough, but now the kid was babbling about something trivial.

"Then.... I mean nothing to you?" Omi's voice cracked.

"Of course not, you silly whore. You let me fuck you. That isn't love."

"I didn't let you. I thought you loved me. You said you loved me."

"Trust me. You aren't good enough to fuck again, much less to love. Come see me when you're older. Maybe then, you'll have learned something."

A knife stabbed through Omi's heart. He wanted to die. The pain he'd endured when Youji had taken him in the orchard had been for nothing. When he was making use of him, Youji whispered sweet words of love. Today, he couldn't even remember his name.

"You tricked me."

"It was easy."

He had nothing left to live for. Disgrace, poverty, and now debased at the hands of someone he loved with all his heart, Omi ran from the house as fast as he could. He was never coming back. Running with the wind at his heels, he headed towards the dark forests to the north.

Aya returned home. He'd not been able to locate his cousin in town or in the orchards. None of the neighbors had seen Omi either. The sight that greeted Aya on his return did not please him. Lord Kudou had waited for him.

"Why are you still here?"

"I'm waiting for you." Youji leaned against the doorway.

"Have you seen Omi?"

"Omi? Oh, yes, he was here."

"Where did he go? When did you last see him?"

"He was upset about something. He ran in that direction." Youji pointed to the forest.

The northern woods were said to be cursed. No one from the village would set foot in the haunted forest. It was said that a horrible monster lived there.

"He went into the woods?" Aya asked in horror.

"I'm really not sure. Why don't we wait for his return together?" Youji tried to put a comforting arm around Aya, but he was already gathering a lantern.

He ignored Youji's protests, as he headed out the door to find his beloved cousin.

"Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?" Omi's voice was the only sound in the huge palace.

He was exhausted. He was frightened. But, a storm raged outside and this was the only shelter.

He wandered deep into the castle, the light of one small candle his only companion. Omi was so scared in the dark echoing place, he called out again, willing some friendly voice to answer.

"Who goes there?" The low snarling rumble shook the walls.

"Please Sir. I'm cold and there is a storm outside. Can I stay the night?" Omi could not see the owner of the growling booming voice.

"Why have you come?"

"Please Sir. I am lost."

Just then, lightening struck, fully illuminating the creature facing Omi.

He was taller than any man Omi had ever seen. He looked like a lion standing on its hind legs. He was covered in thick, ginger colored fur. The feline face of the monster was terrifying with two dagger like white fangs protruding from his gaping jaws.

Omi screamed in horror. The beast grabbed him by the waist and carried him off.

"Omi? Where are you?" Aya cautiously stepped into the cavernous entrance hall. The storm raged outside. Wind, rain, and lightening made it seem as if the world was self-destructing. Inside the castle, the calm, eerily silent, halls were still.

High piercing shrieks rang through the air, causing Aya to jump in fear. It was Omi's voice.

"Omi!" Without thought to his own safety, Aya ran to the sound of the screams. Up a winding staircase, into the highest darkest tower, he ran. He came to a heavy wooden door and forced it open.

In the low light of his lantern, he could only see Omi shackled to the floor. He was shaking and crying.

"Omi!" Aya ran to Omi and threw his arms around him. "Omi. Omi. I was so worried. Are you alright?"

"Run, Aya-kun before it's too late."

"What?"

But, it was already too late. The snarling monster blocked the doorway. His huge hulking form making escape impossible.

"Who are you? Why have you taken my cousin prisoner?" Aya demanded angrily.

"He was trespassing. He will remain here in the tower."

"He's cold and wet. He'll become ill. He may die."

"He should have thought of that before he entered the castle."

"If you release him, I will stay here in his place."

The animal quietly considered the man's words. He would willingly stay in the palace in the boy's place. "Give me your vow that you will stay here, and I shall release him."

"I swear it."

"No. Aya-kun, no." Omi pleaded. "I'll stay. Please go home."

The giant animal unlocked the shackles holding Omi's ankles, grabbed Omi around the waist, and carried him away.

Aya was so shocked, he stood watching the scene for a moment before yelling after Omi. "Omi! Omi! Wait! Please. Let me see him one more time. Please let me say good-bye." Aya felt the hot stinging tears course down his cheeks.

The creature did not stop. He did not permit Aya one last glance of his only family. Aya sank to his knees, crying bitter tears.

On the white marble staircase that stood opposite the castle doors, two overlarge house-cats walking on their hind legs, addressed the imposing figure of the monster.

"Master, the carriage has taken the boy home. What are we to do with the other young man?" Asked the black cat with glasses.

"What the hell are you getting at Crawford?"

"Well, your Highness, did it occur to you that he could be the one we've been waiting for?" The cat adjusted his glasses with a paw.

The lion-faced monster just roared.

"Your Highness, he doesn't have to stay in the tower. We can prepare a room for him." Nagi, a hazel eyed tabby, piped in.

A growl was the only answer he received. The beast disappeared up the staircase.

He sat, wet and cold, in the darkness, for some time. Then, the door creaked open.

Aya was on his feet. "You didn't let me say good-bye. I'll never get to see him again. I'll never get to say good-bye." Aya threw himself back onto the floor. He had lost the only thing he held dear. He didn't care about his dignity. He let the tears fall freely.

"I.... I'll show you to your room." The animal looked down at the floor rather than at the tear stained face of the beautiful youth accusing him.

Aya wiped angrily at his face. "Room?"

"Do you want to stay in the tower?"

Aya looked around the cold dank chamber. "No."

"Then follow me."

The monster held a lantern that cast phantasmal shadows across the corridors. Aya silently walked behind him, glancing at the portraits in the hallways. The castle had fallen into a state of disrepair, but Aya could tell it had been a grand palace in its time.

They came to a smaller passage and the animal stopped in front of a door. He reached out one sharp clawed paw and opened it.

"You will join me for dinner." With that command, the beast departed, closing the door behind him.

Aya cautiously stepped deeper into the dark room. Lights flared to life. A roaring fire sprang up on the hearth. A knock sounded on the door behind him.

"Come in." Aya was shocked as a large tabby cat entered the room bearing a folded silk garment.

"Yes, I think this will suit you nicely." The young cat mumbled to himself. "Nagi sir, at your service." The cat bowed to Aya. "If you need anything, call and I shall appear."

"Nagi?"

"Yes sir?"

"You're a cat."

"Yes sir."

"And you're talking."

"Yes sir." Nagi handed Aya the kimono. "I think this will fit you. Try it on."

Aya obeyed the tabby and shed his ragged yukata. The deep plum silk was richly embroidered in golden threads, which thickly wove a pattern of autumn leaves. A sumptuous brown obi closed the kimono around Aya with Nagi's help.

To finish the ensemble, Nagi retrieved some clean black tabi and black lacquered geta. He guided Aya to sit before the fire, and he brushed his tangled ruby hair until it shined. Being a cat, Nagi was rather suited to such grooming.

When the young man was resplendent in his new finery, Nagi escorted him to the dining room.

Aya slipped into the offered seat quietly, not raising his eyes from the table. Plates of delicacies materialized out of thin air. The table that was bare was suddenly filled with a feast.

"Eat. You need your strength." The monster stood in the shadows on the other side of the room.

Aya had not noticed the beast. "I'm not hungry."

"You'll eat because I wish it." The animal's voice was a dangerous growl.

"A-hem." A sleek black cat with glasses strode to stand between the monster and Aya. "Perhaps the young man is tired."

"I am." Aya agreed.

"Go then." Was all the beast replied.

Without tasting a bite, Aya followed the tabby cat back to the room. Nagi found a flannel yukata for Aya to sleep in, and helped him undress.

When Aya was snugly tucked into bed, Nagi waved his paw, and the magical lights extinguished.

"If you want anything just wake me." Nagi curled up in a basket by the hearth.

The young man was the most handsome person the creature had ever seen. His long crimson hair flowed loose about his shoulders. His eyes were as purple as a field of violets, and his skin was as pure white as the driven snow.

He hates me. What is the use? Thought the monster.

He had resigned himself to his fate. He felt no hope that he might ever find someone who could love him in this hideous form.

"Perhaps things will be better in the morning." Crawford sighed.

The monster often forgot that his loyal servants, the only two who had been allowed to remain, shared his fate. "I don't know what to do Crawford. How can I make him see past...this?" The monster pointed at his fangs.

"Your Highness has changed over the years. You have to help him see that you're not what you appear."

"Hmph." The beast snorted doubtfully.

"Good night sir." Crawford departed to curl up under the stove in the kitchens. It was the warmest place in the palace, and Crawford, being a black cat, was in no danger of being stained with soot.

The beast was left alone in the darkness of the castle.

Weak autumn light found its way into Aya's bedchamber. He sat up with a start before he realized he was not late for his chores. There were no more chores. There was no orchard, nor were there chickens to tend. He was a prisoner now.

Sadly, the young man thought of Omi. If he made it home safely, he would have to care for himself. He was still so young, and the harvest was due soon. Aya wished he could help Omi.

The door swung open and Nagi strode into the room. "I've drawn a bath for you sir. The master wishes you to join him in the dining room again."

"Why?" Aya rose from the bed.

"Why what sir?" The cat smoothed out a lavender kimono woven with a subtle pattern of chrysanthemum.

"Why does he want me to join him?"

"Best ask him sir." Nagi walked to a large wardrobe on the other side of the room and extracted an appropriate obi for the silken garment he had laid out across the bed.

Nagi showed him the bathing room, and, when Aya was finished, Nagi helped him dress. When the young man was ready, Nagi showed him to the dining room again.

Aya sat in the offered chair, not raising his eyes from the table. Magically, plates of food appeared before him. None of the food tempted him. They were fabulous dishes, from simple to exotic, but he could not bring himself to eat when he was unsure of his cousin's safety.

"Eat." The now familiar growl ordered.

Aya did look up then. He faced the creature that imprisoned him and took away his only family. "I won't."

"You'll eat, or I'll...."

"You'll what? There isn't anything you could do to me that would make me obey you. You've already taken the only two things that held any meaning for me! Kill me and be done with it."

Instead of jumping on him and opening his throat, the monster asked softly, "What two things have I taken that you prized so highly?"

"Omi and my freedom."

"Does the boy mean so much to you?"

Choked with emotion, Aya caught his breath. One round tear rolled down his cheek and dropped, wetting the silk of his kimono. "I have no one else."

"I will not let you break your vow to stay, but there is a way you can see him."

Aya looked at the monster hopefully.

He left the room and when he returned, he held a silver hand mirror. He offered it to Aya. "Just say the name of who you wish to see."

Aya looked at the mirror doubtfully, but his voice was steady as he pronounced Omi's name. The mirror's surface rippled like disturbed water, then his cousin appeared, reflected there. Omi sat on his futon, crying so hard his body shook violently.

Putting the mirror down, Aya walked away from the table. At least Omi was safely home. The neighbors would help him, Aya knew that. He just wished he could do something for his cousin to ease his suffering.

"Are you not pleased?" The creature asked. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"I...I wish I could do something for him, to take care of him." Aya stared out over the castle courtyard. The gray sunlight left him chilled. He moved to the crackling fire in the huge hearth. Warmth flushed his body. His cheeks were like sakura blossoms from the heat of the flames.

"You're very pretty when you're flushed."

Incensed, Aya turned to glare at the animal. "Are you making fun of me?"

"I'm sorry. I just..." The beast sat at the dining table in a towering chair that was so large it was obviously his. He had not intended to say something so forward to Aya, but he was not used to holding his opinions around others anymore. "Keep the mirror. See him whenever you wish it. You may go now."

Aya left gladly, closing the door quietly behind him. He walked into the main entryway and headed up the stairs towards his room. He nearly tripped over a black cat with glasses.

"Sorry sir." The cat very gracefully avoided being stepped on and pushed his glasses into place with his paw. "Are you lost?"

"No, I was just going back to my room."

"Is there anything you require sir?"

"No."

"Perhaps you would like a game of chess? The master is an adequate opponent."

"I don't want to see him." Aya answered vehemently.

"Still, there is nothing to keep you occupied in your room. It would be a simple matter to set up a chessboard by the fire."

Aya thought about the hours he'd have to fill in the days to come. "Fine."

"Very good sir, I shall inform the master."

Before he even reached the room, a chessboard stood between two comfortable chairs beside the fire.

He sat, slipping into the lavish red velvet covered armchair. It was a strange way to be imprisoned, Aya mused. Even though he hadn't touched the food, it was exquisitely laid out. Fine silk kimono covered his body. The servants, Nagi and Crawford, saw to his every need.

For the first time since he was a child, Aya was warm, food was plentiful, even if he didn't want it, and his 'cell' was a room five times the size of his house.

It puzzled him. The creature asked nothing in return. He kept him from Omi, but gave him a magic mirror to see his cousin. The beast was gruff, but shy. Aya pondered the compliment he had been given by his captor. The creature almost seemed flirtatious.

His confused thoughts whirled around his mind, so he did not notice the beast entering the room. When he felt the presence of the other, he looked up into the deepest green eyes he had ever seen. For a moment, Aya forgot that the animal was his jailor. He blushed.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to sneak up on you."

"Hn." Aya covered his surprise with indifference.

"Would you like a game? I'm not very skilled I'm afraid."

Aya nodded and they began to play.

The days grew shorter and darker. Cold winds came from the north bringing frigid air with them. Aya spent his days, by a warm fire, in the company of the beast.

He did not accept yet that the palace was his home, but he had settled into a comfortable routine. They would take meals together and play chess all afternoon. Sometimes, if the weather permitted, they would wander the castle's grounds.

Rain beat the windows in heavy torrents. Soon the snows would come, but the heavy rains kept them indoors as surely as winter would. Aya felt even more trapped than usual when he couldn't get outside for exercise.

He paced up and down his room. The beast patiently regarded Aya from his place by the fire. "Aya? Why are you so restless?"

"I'm sorry. I guess I feel trapped."

"Come with me." The beast said, rising from his chair. "I have something to show you."

Aya eagerly fell in behind the beast and followed him across the castle. They went down corridors, through hallways, up flights of stairs, and finally came to a pair of carved ivory doors.

"Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Indulge me."

Aya pouted a little, then did as the beast had asked. He heard the doors swing open with a loud groan. The beast took his shoulders and guided him into the room.

"Open your eyes."

Aya opened his eyes to the most wonderful sight. An enormous library, lined with floor to ceiling shelves, was filled with every book ever written.

"Do you like it?"

"I...." Aya couldn't find words to express his joy. It would take a lifetime to read all the books. He could never be bored with such a place at his disposal.

"This place is yours."

Turning to face the beast, Aya forgot himself completely and threw his arms around the thick neck. "Oh thank you." He buried his nose in the dense mane of ginger fur hanging about the beast's shoulders. Curiously, the creature smelled of roses. Aya nuzzled his fine coat.

Remembering himself, Aya pulled away quickly, just in time to catch the beast's smile. Or, what passed for a smile. Aya had come to adore the funny expression that revealed his fangs a little crookedly. Anyone else would think the beast was snarling, but Aya knew differently.

He thought about how his feelings had changed in such a short time. The beast was gentle. He never asked for anything. The smallest gesture of friendship made the creature happy. Aya felt that his captivity wouldn't be so bad, if he could just have Omi by his side.

He wandered over to the shelves and selected some volumes, which the beast insisted on carrying back to Aya's room. He took his seat by the fire, tucking his legs neatly underneath him and opening a book on his knees.

The beast left Aya happily reading, warm and content.

The day was clear and sunny. The snows had arrived and covered the earth in a deep blanket of white. Even though it was cold, Aya couldn't wait to get outside.

Nagi helped Aya dress, layering several kimono against the cold. He knelt down, pulling on Aya's boots even as he squirmed in anticipation.

"Please sir! Hold still. I cannot fasten your boots."

"Sorry Nagi."

Nagi finished closing his boots. Aya ran out of his room, down the stairs, and into the courtyard where the beast was waiting for him.

A snowball hit Aya, square in the chest.

Aya gathered his own snowball, hurling it at the beast. "Oi! Take that you!"

They laughed and ran in the crisp winter air. Finally, Aya was forced to admit defeat. The beast's thick fur made it impossible to land any devastating amount of snow.

Yet, Aya did not want to go back to the castle. Still warm from running, his cheeks pink with cold, he did not feel the effects of the elements.

"Beast, I do not want to return to the castle."

"You are cold and wet. I do not wish you to fall ill."

Suppressing a smile at the beast's concern, Aya replied, "Do not worry for me Beast. I am very well cared for."

"That is true, but I still worry. Come, climb on my back. You will ride and I will run."

The beast knelt down on all four legs and Aya crawled onto his back. As the beast began to run, Aya grabbed his mane in great fistfuls and lay over his back. Buried in the warm fur, Aya felt deliciously warm. He laughed in delight as the beast flew through the gardens and into the vineyards.

He could feel the animal's powerful muscles flex, rippling like waves as he ran. Nuzzling his face in the creature's mane, Aya reveled in the smell of roses.

The Beast, for his part, was ecstatic. Aya held onto him tightly. Not in revulsion, but happiness. If I never win his love, I will always remember this day, thought the beast.

When the beast could run no more, he collapsed into a snow bank, laughing. Flying off the beast, Aya landed deep in the snowdrift. He gathered his wits, standing up, shaking the snow from his person.

Laughing even more raucously, the beast rolled onto his back, exposing his belly. The irresistibly vulnerable tummy gave Aya a wicked idea. He dove at the beast, petting and scratching until his back leg kicked helplessly in the air.

"Ah! Hee-hee. Oh Aya. Stop. Please. HA! HA!"

"That's what you get for dumping me in the snow!" Aya reached out and scratched the beast behind the ear.

The beast looked down into two lovely violet eyes. He stopped laughing, a warm smile pulling at the corner of his maw, exposing one fang a bit more than the other.

Aya's tickling became a gentle stroking. The beast purred deeply. His chest rumbled in pleasure as Aya removed his glove and ran a hand over his muzzle. The caresses made the beast's eyes close lazily.

The beast looked at Aya when he suddenly withdrew his hand. "Aya? What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry Beast." Aya' voice was small and sad.

"You worry for your cousin."

"Yes Beast."

"Have you the mirror?"

"I do."

"Then, ask it to show you Omi."

Aya rarely went anywhere without the mirror tucked into his obi. He drew it out and pronounced Omi's name. An image of their small house appeared instantly. It was dark. Omi lay unmoving on his futon. His small form was frail. His skin was blue with cold.

"He's dying. I must go to him."

"As you wish Aya." The beast could not let Aya suffer. He loved him already and all that mattered to the creature anymore was Aya's happiness. "Yes, you must go to him."

"But, my promise."

"I release you from your vow. You are free."

Confusion overwhelmed Aya. He did not understand why the beast would let him go, but he was grateful nonetheless. He looked at the beast's sorrowful expression. He felt torn at the idea of leaving him. "I hope you understand. I will return when he is well."

That cheered the beast a little, even if he didn't believe it. He held out his paw and a ring appeared on it. "Take this ring. If you need anything, it shall appear. If you wish to return, just remove it and leave it beside your bed."

Throwing himself forward, Aya embraced the beast. Without any further words, he put the ring on his finger and disappeared.

The beast sat alone in the snow.

When Omi opened his eyes, he was sure he had died and joined his ancestors in paradise. A fire crackled merrily in the stove. He was buried under a mountain of fine silken quilts. The scent of cooking food filled the air.

He was much too weak to move, but tears rolled down his cheeks when Aya came to kneel by his side.

"Omi?" Aya reached out, wiping his face.

"Aya-kun." Omi croaked, "You're alive."

"I am. Be still. I am here." Aya privately thought that Omi would not be living much longer if he did not find a doctor. He could not leave Omi alone. Aya needed someone to watch Omi while he got help. He looked at the magic ring. "Ring, send me Nagi." With that, Nagi appeared before him.

Omi was in a delirium and did not notice the sleek little feline that approached him. Aya could not send a talking cat into town, so he pulled on another kimono, heading towards the door.

"Keep him well Nagi."

"Yes sir."

Aya headed out into the falling snow.

The doctor, Aya had been told, was warming herself at the inn. He ran inside to find the woman and bring her back to Omi.

"Aya?" Lord Kudou embraced Aya warmly. "Where have you been?"

"I've no time for this Youji. Where is the physician?"

Youji stepped back, looking at Aya appraisingly. The beautiful man had changed somehow. He was clad in the most luxurious silk kimono, better than any Lord Kudou possessed. His ruby red hair was neatly braided, falling down his back in a thick queue, ornaments of gold and pearls adorning its length.

The change was more than his opulent appearance. Youji sensed a deeper change within him. Another man had taken Youji's prize. He was furious. Aya had refused him on numerous occasions. But, obviously, had taken up with someone else.

"The doctor isn't available."

"Is she here or not Youji?"

"She is, but I'm afraid she won't see you."

With those words, Youji indicated a dark corner, where Ken and Farfarello, one of Youji's guards, were sitting with the doctor pinned between them. They were sharing a friendly drink.

"Omi is dying. He needs help."

"That can easily be arranged." Youji paused looking at Aya's impatient face, "If you marry me."

Flushing in anger Aya managed to keep his voice calm. "I will never marry you."

"Is it that why you left? Did you get a better offer? The men of your line are such sluts! The one who gave you the silk and jewels is better? Did he offer to marry you?"

"He is better than you. He would not waste time while my cousin lay dying. Let the doctor go Youji."

"You are mine. Agree to marry me, and all I have will be yours."

"You have nothing I want."

"Then your cousin shall die." Lord Kudou joined his men and the doctor at the back of the inn.

Aya watched the beautiful, but heartless man sit down at the table and order a tankard of ale.

When he arrived home, Omi was shivering with fevered chills. Nagi lay curled by his side, offering the heat of his warm body.

At least Omi would not die alone, Aya thought morosely. He knelt by his cousin, touching his damp forehead gently. The ring on his hand glowed in the lantern light. The ring had provided Nagi, perhaps it could conjure a healer.

"Ring! Send a physician."

Immediately, a cascade of sparkling light appeared, illuminating the entire house. A tall, pale creature appeared at the foot of Omi's futon. It knelt, stretched out one long elegant hand to touch Omi, and miraculously Omi opened his eyes.

"Aya?" His small weak voice quailed.

Aya thanked the healer. He sat by Omi and drew him into his arms. "You're going to be fine. Everything will be fine." Aya held Omi as he slept.

Days passed. Omi grew strong and healthy. Nagi cared for Omi and they grew to be fast friends. Aya was full with joy at being home with his cousin, but he missed the beast.

He thought about their chess games. The beast's kindness, gentleness, good disposition, and the loss of those qualities, made Aya's heart ache. He thought about how the creature released Aya, but still offered him all that was in his power to offer.

The selfless animal stirred feelings in Aya he could not understand. He had his cousin back, still he felt incomplete. He longed to see his beast.

Omi was not yet fully recovered, though, and Aya could not bear the thought of leaving his side just yet. He would stay until he was sure Omi was fit. Fondly, he looked at Omi, who sat on his futon, beneath a pile of quilts.

He was scratching Nagi under the chin. Happily, Nagi butted his head into Omi's hand, getting another pet out of the boy. Nagi giggled when Omi gently tugged his tail. Playfully, he swatted Omi's hand. This teasing broke out into a pillow fight and soon feathers filled the air.

Lord Kudou wove out into the falling snow. "Stubborn." He muttered under his breath. He was drunk and angry after seeing Aya. No one took what was his. No one.

He wanted Aya. He would be his husband, no matter what Youji had to do to get him. Youji always got his way eventually. Too bad Omi had to die. He would have been a nice side benefit to their union.

Stumbling slightly, Youji looked down at the snow-covered ground in irritation. He caught sight of something shining in the lantern light. Dipping down, he picked up a silver hand mirror.

It was exquisitely wrought. Only one person could have owned something this fine. Lord Kudou thought jealously of Aya's keeper. "Who is this man?" He asked aloud.

The mirror rippled like a pond disturbed by a pebble. When it settled, the image of a horrible monster, howling in the darkness of night, appeared. Dropping the mirror in revulsion, Youji's anger consumed him.

Was this creature the one Aya chose over him? The thought burned a scar across Youji's soul. Black twisted thoughts wove a plan of revenge in Youji's mind.

Aya looked out the window, gazing at the northern woods in the distance. He hadn't left his spot by the window in hours.

"Cousin, if you miss him so much, why don't you return to the castle?" Omi understood now that Aya cared for their former captor. He knew that Aya missed the beast. "Use the magic ring and return tonight."

"I cannot leave you." Aya sighed, looking out the window, searching for the faraway castle.

"Nagi will stay with me. When I am able, we will come to the palace."

Aya looked from Omi to Nagi, who nodded enthusiastically.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Aya-kun. I will be in good hands." Omi giggled, "I mean, paws."

Nagi stuck out his rough raspy little pink tongue at Omi. They laughed. A new game of 'tag' broke out, and all the house was in chaos. Aya even joined in, happy at the prospect of reuniting with the beast.

When, finally, dinner was eaten and cleared, and Omi was in his bed with Nagi tucked neatly under his chin, Aya lay down on his futon. He removed the magic ring and fell into a deep sleep.

Aya's eyes flew open with a start as he realized he was in his room at the castle. "Beast! Where are you? I have returned!" Running at top speed, Aya searched the castle. Through corridors, along hallways, up many steep staircases, Aya searched.

He could not find the beast. At last, he came to a room that he had never seen. He pushed open the ornately carved silver doors. Inside the room was empty except for a table wrought in gold. Atop the table, hanging suspended in mid-air was a blood red rose.

Fascinated, Aya entered the room to examine the flower. Petals were falling from the bloom. It appeared to be fading. A noise behind Aya startled him.

"Well, well if it isn't the little slut." Youji stood in the doorway flanked by Ken and Farfarello.

"Youji! What have you done? Where is he?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure he'll turn up. When he does, we'll see to it that he never touches you again."

"Leave him alone!"

"I think, you had better worry more about yourself Aya."

Youji nodded. Ken and Farfarello darted forward, grabbing Aya by the arms.

Lord Kudou stalked gracefully to Aya, "I told you, no one tells me 'no'."

With that, Youji removed a tanto from his obi and cut away Aya's sash, opening his kimono, exposing his beautiful white skin. His eyes trailed over Aya's body dangerously.

"I had no idea what a twisted little whore you are. How could you prefer that hideous monster to me?"

Aya lunged at Youji's throat, but Ken and Farfarello held him fast.

Youji laughed in Aya's face as he took the ties to Aya's hakama and began unfastening them.

"No! Youji! Let me go!" Aya struggled, yelling at the top of his lungs and lashing out as the three men forced him to the floor.

Just then, a rumbling growl filled the room. The beast ran forward, throwing Ken and Farfarello across the chamber. Youji gracefully avoided the beast's attack, leaping to the side and out of harm's way.

He crouched low, raising his blade. At the same time, Ken and Farfarello attacked again, the beast was outnumbered.

"No! Look out!" Aya yelled as he tried to raise himself from the floor.

But, it was too late. The beast knocked Ken and Farfarello down again, but Lord Kudou's blade, hit home, sinking deep into the beast's side. As he fell, the beast swiped at Youji with his outstretched claws, raking four deep cuts along his face.

"What have you done?" Screamed Lord Kudou, clutching his bleeding face. The three men retreated, leaving Aya alone with the beast.

Aya crawled to his friend to survey the damage. The tanto's blade was buried to the hilt in the beast's body.

"At least I got to see you one more time." The beast looked up into the violet eyes of the man he loved.

"It's not so bad, I need to get help."

"No. It's too late." The beast's blood poured from his body and his life quickly began to fade away.

"No. Please. You can't die!" Aya denied.

The beast's eyes fluttered and closed, one last time, in pleasure, knowing that he would die in Aya's arms.

"You can't leave me! Please. I love you." Aya cried in desperation.

On the golden table, the last petal shriveled from the magic rose as it withered and turned to dust.

Aya sat, stroking the beast's ginger fur, crying bitter tears, mourning the loss of his love.

A strange humming filled the air. Aya felt electricity. Crawford, Nagi, and Omi ran into the chamber at that very moment.

"Aya!" Omi watched as the beast's body was lifted by invisible hands into mid-air.

Drawing back in shock, Aya stared in disbelief as the beast began to change before their eyes.

The ginger fur disappeared. Paws turned into fingers and toes. His muzzle shortened. His face took on the features of a human being. Light surrounded him as he was gently lowered to the floor.

Where once there was a beast, now lay a beautiful man. Aya threw himself forward, kneeling at his side.

His hair was the same ginger color as the beast's fur. His skin was pure porcelain white. The knife had disappeared. His body was whole, but he did not rise.

Leaning over, Aya gave the handsome man one sweet kiss. As soon as their lips met, the man's eyes flew open and Aya knew his familiar gaze. It was his own beast.

"Aya."

"Beast?"

"Yes, but you can call me by my name."

Overwhelmed at the strange turn of events Aya didn't ask his name at once.

"Nagi!" Omi's happy cry filled the room. Standing beside Omi, where once there was a little tabby cat, now stood a comely young lad. Happily, the two friends embraced.

Everyone looked expectantly at Crawford. Crawford was still a cat.

"Well, I was always a cat dammit! Proud of it too. Bastards all of you. I'm leaving." He pushed up his glasses with his paw, and left the room. Crawford was a very grouchy feline.

Thinking it rude to laugh at Crawford, Aya turned back to the beast.

"What shall I call you?"

"Husband to start."

Aya blushed furiously.

"My name is Schuldich. I was cursed by a powerful fairy to remain in that form until I learned to love and to be worthy of another's love. You released me from that curse Aya."

Aya smiled in pure joy. The beast's appearance had never bothered him. But, he had to admit, Prince Schuldich was the most beautiful person he had ever met. His goodness and kindness had been there, even under fur and fangs.

"So, will you consent to marry me Aya? Will you stay here with me and be my husband?"

"I will." Aya embraced Schuldich. It would take getting used to, but as Aya looked at his husband to be, he found that it wouldn't be too difficult to adapt.

The wedding was exquisite. People from all the known lands came to witness the marriage of Prince Schuldich and Aya. The feasting and celebrations would go on for days, but Aya and Schuldich managed to sneak away for some time alone.

Now, the castle was cleaned up and full of servants, who did well not to piss off Crawford, for he was still the head cat in charge. In all the chaos, it was a small matter to creep into the bedchamber and lock the door.

Schuldich took Aya's hand and led him to the bed. They sat together shyly, not daring to look at one another. Aya, being very practical, thought they were being silly, and gave Schuldich a passionate kiss.

The Prince kissed back. Kimono flew across the room. The Prince's gem encrusted doublet was thrown unceremoniously to the floor. Aya pulled Schuldich into his arms and made love to him.

They lived happily ever after.

THE END