Beauty and the Beast

A reviewer commented about falling into the trap of incorporating the original dialogue of the movie, so I just wanted to explain. I will be following along with the original story line as well as adding my own spin to some of it. I hope everyone still enjoys it!

Beauty and the Beast: Chapter 4

Grimmjow’s POV

I sulked in the village tavern while I pondered Ichigo. He should have been begging me to fuck him by now! But noooo, instead he was off reading… or whatever. Stupid, sexy, hot boy! Eh, now I have an erection thinking of all the dirty things I could do to him. My thoughts were interrupted, however, when Isshin burst into the tavern.

“Help! Someone help me!”

“Isshin?” And old man at the bar asked in surprise.

“Please! Please! I need your help! He’s got him. He’s got him locked in the dungeon!”

“Who?” I asked with a raised eyebrow, taking another gulp of beer.

“Ichigo!”

“Whoa! Slow down! Who’s got Ichigo locked in a dungeon?” Tch, stupid old man. As if anybody would be stupid to take my future bride away. Not possible, crazy git.

“A beast! A horrible monstrous beast!”

There was a moment of silence in the tavern until it was broken by a large wave of laughter. I snickered myself and waved at my cronies to bring the old man to me.

“Is it a big beast?” One said through his giggles.

“Huge!”

“With a long, ugly snout?”

“Hideously ugly!”

“And sharp, cruel fangs?”

“Yes, yes. Will you help me?” Isshin looked up at me pleadingly.

“All right, old man. We’ll help you.” I stood up and put a hand on his shoulder as one of the other men did the same, leading him to the door.

“You will? Oh thank you, thank you!”

We promptly helped him by throwing him out the door. I laughed and dusted my hands off, going back to sit in my large chair.

“Crazy old Isshin, he’s always good for a laugh!” Somebody commented with a chuckle.

“Crazy old Isshin, hmm?” I said to Pantera with a grin. “Crazy old Isshin. Pantera, I'm afraid I've been thinking.” Pantera let out a meow in response and butted my hand. “A dangerous pastime—I know, but that wacky old coot is Ichigo's father and his sanity's only so-so.” Pantera looked up at me curiously, perhaps wondering about my own sanity in talking to a cat. “Now the wheels in my head have been turning, since I looked at that loony old man. See I promised myself I'd be married to Ichi, and right now I'm evolving a plan!”

I let out a bark of laughter as I realized how simple it would be. Nobody ever said I was a good guy, and I don’t mind getting my hands a little dirty to get what I want. In this case, I want Ichigo.

Ichigo’s POV

I wiped my face of my tears as I heard a soft clinking noise at the door. “Who is it?” I called out, a little hoarsely.

“Unohana, dear.” The door opened and a tray table came whisking in with a tea set on it. “I thought you might like a spot of tea.”

“But…you…it can’t be!” I stared in disbelief at the moving, supposed-to-be inanimate objects. I backed up into the wardrobe slowly.

“Ah, sorry!” It said. I whipped around and stumbled onto my bed.

“This is impossible!”

“Um, sorry Ichigo-san.” The wardrobe gave me a sheepish smile.

“Er, who are you?” I asked the wardrobe uncertainly.

“Oh, um, I am Hanataro, Ichigo-san!”

“Hanataro…that will be hard to remember.” I mumbled to myself.

“Heh? But everyone says my name is easy to remember!” The wardrobe protested, making me sweat drop.

“I told ya he was pretty!” The little pink cup with a chip in it chirped. I blinked as the tea pot poured tea into the cup as well as some milk and sugar.

“Oi! I’m not pretty!” I frowned in response.

“All right now, Yachiru, that will do.” She nudged Yachiru towards me as I sank onto the floor. “Slowly, now. Don’t spill!”

“Thank you.” I said hesitantly and picked up Yachiru.

“Wanna see me do a trick?” I paused and pulled the cup away to see it puffing its cheeks up and blowing bubbles into the tea.

“Yachiru!” Unohana said sternly.

“What? It’s cool!”

The tea pot ignores Yachiru’s exclamation and turns back to me. “That was a very brave thing you did.”

“We all think so.” The wardrobe agreed.

“But I’ve lost goat face…my dreams…everything!” I protested, my jaw clenching at the thought.

“Cheer up, child. It'll turn out all right in the end. You'll see.” I blinked as she looked up, startled. “Oops! Look at me, jabbering on, when there's a supper to get on the table. Yachiru!” The door opens to let them out.

“Bye, Ichi-chan!” Yachiru hopped out the door and it closed again.

I stood up with a sigh as the wardrobe wiggled over to me. “Well now, what shall we dress you in for dinner? Let's see what I've got in my drawers.” The doors flew open and moths fluttered out. He- if furniture was to have a gender, this particular piece would be male- slammed them shut with a blush. “Oh! How embarrassing. Here we are.” One door opens, while the other pulled out a pink dress that made my eye twitch. “Ah! There, you'll look ravishing in this one!”

“For one thing, I’m a guy.” I growled at the offending wardrobe. “And another, I’m not going to dinner.”

“Oh, but you must!” He protested.

“Like hell I do!”

“Ahem.” We turned to see a pompous looking clock trying to get our attention. “Dinner….is served.”

Third Person POV

Kenpachi Zaraki paced in front of the fire while he waited for Ichigo to show up. Unohana and Ikkaku looked on with slight amusement at the unusually flustered beast. “What’s taking so long? I told him to come down. Why isn’t he here yet!?”

“Oh, try to be patient, sir. The boy has lost his father and freedom all in one day.”

“Uh, captain? Have you thought that, perhaps, this would be the one to break the spell?” Ikkaku asked timidly.

“Of course I have!” Kenpachi growled in anger. “I’m not stupid, not matter what Yachiru thinks.”

“Good. You fall in love with him, he falls in love with you, and--Poof!--the spell is broken! We'll be human again by midnight!” Ikkaku exclaimed, waving his candle arms around enthusiastically.

“It’s not that easy, Ikkaku.” Unohana said softly. “These things take time.”

“But the sword has already begun to rust!”

“It’s no use.” Kenpachi said a tad bit forlornly, lost in thought. “He’s so beautiful…and…well… look at me!”

Ikkaku and Unohana exchanged a glance. “You must help him to see past all of that.”

“I don’t know how.” The beast said grumpily, sitting down into his chair and scratching his head with a clawed finger.

“Well you can start by making yourself more presentable.” Unohana said smartly. “Straighten up!” Kenpachi did so grudgingly. “Try to act like a gentleman.” He blinked at that one with a frown so Ikkaku pressed on.

“And when he comes in, give him a dashing smile!” Kenpachi tried to smile but I just made him look homicidal and out for blood.

“But don’t frighten the boy.” Unohana said reproachfully.

“Impress him with your wit!” Ikkaku declared jovially.

Unohana sweat-dropped. “But be gentle.” She emphasized.

“Shower him with compliments.”

“But be sincere.”

“And above all…”

“You must control your temper!” Both said in unison sternly.

The door creaked open and beast looked over to it expectantly. “Here he is!” Ikkaku hissed.

“Good evening.” Yumichika slipped into the room hesitantly.

Kenpachi’s face was instantly clouded with anger and he glared at the clock. “Well? Where is he?” He growled out.

“Who? Oh! The boy. Yes, the, ah, boy. Well, actually, he's in the process of, ah, um, circumstances being what they are, ah... he's not coming.” He finally got out, cringing.

“WHAT!?” The yell shook the room and the door crashed open as he raced to Ichigo’s room and banged on the door hard with his fist. “I thought I told you to come down to dinner!”

“I’m not hungry!” Ichigo yelled back through the door.

“You’ll come out…or…I’ll break down the door!” He yelled furiously, his eyes narrowed.

“Captain, I might be wrong, but I don’t think Ichigo will appreciate that very much.” Ikkaku commented, rubbing his chin in thought.

“Please!” Yumichika pleaded. “Attempt to be a gentleman!”

Kenpachi’s eye twitched at the thought of being a gentleman. “But he is so…difficult!” Kenpachi growled with blazing eyes.

“Gently, gently.” Unohana reminded him.

“Will you come down to dinner?” Kenpachi muttered dejectedly.

“Go to hell!” Ichigo yelled.

Beast looked at the objects in frustration. “Suave, genteel.” Yumichika advised.

“It would give me great pleasure if you would join me for dinner.” Kenpachi said through gritted teeth.

“Ahem, ahem, we say ‘please.’” Yumichika reminded him.

“Please.” Kenpachi practically spat out.

“Fuck you!”

“You can’t stay in there forever!” The beast roared furiously.

“Yes I can!”

“Fine! Then go ahead and starve!” The force of his voice rattled the door. “If he doesn’t eat with me, he doesn’t eat at all.” He snarled at the objects. With that he ran back down to the hall and slammed a door, making a piece of the ceiling fall onto Ikkaku.

“That didn’t go very well.” Unohana commented with a heavy sigh.

“Ikkaku, stand watch at the door and inform me at once if there is the slightest change.”

“You can count on me, Yumichika!” Ikkaku saluted Yumichika and took up post.

“Well… we better go downstairs and start cleaning up.” Yumichika said with a sigh.

Kenpachi slammed the door open to his lair, knocking things over in his anger. “I ask nicely, but he refuses.” He muttered to himself angrily. “What a…what does he want me to do-beg!?” He snatched up the magic mirror that was resting on a table. “Show me the boy.” The mirror started to shimmer, glowing green and then revealing Ichigo in his bedroom talking to the wardrobe.

“Why the captain's not so bad once you get to know him. Why don't you give him a chance?” The wardrobe pleaded with the orange haired boy.

Ichigo was still obviously a little disturbed from the events earlier. “Why the hell would I want to get to know him!? He’s keeping me prisoner here, and I’d have to be a freaking masochist to like it.”

Kenpachi narrowed his eyes as his chest clenched. He lowered the mirror face down and turned away from it. Lifting his fist, he slammed it down against the table, making it crack. “Ichigo.” He growled under his breath. “Why wouldn’t he want me? I’m strong, I can fight, I…” He tried to think of something else good about himself but couldn’t. Grabbing one of his swords- not the enchanted one- he raised it above his head and swung it down furiously, cutting a table clean in half. “Maybe I am a monster.”

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