Friday, August 18, 2006

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Beauty-A Retelling of Beauty and the Beast, Inu-Yasha Style|Prologue Inu-Yasha-Beast (Hanyou Form) Kagome-Beauty (Youngest) Sango-Grace (Eldest sister) Kirara-Hope (Middle sister) Totousai-Father/Merchant (Won't that be interesting?? lol) Miroku-Sango's Fiancée Shippou-Kirara's Fiancée/Husband (Who else could fit that role, I ask you!) Entei-Greatheart, Kagome's horse (::shrug::) Kaede-Invisible Servant at the Castle Ayame-Invisible Servant at the Castle (That's all for now. I'll add in more as I go.) ~~~~~~ "Talking" 'Thinking' *-sometimes will signal an additional note at the bottom ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was the youngest of three daughters. Our late mother had named us Sango, Kirara, and Kagome. I’m also called Beauty, of all things. My father still likes to tell the tale of how I received such an odd nickname. I had asked him what our names meant when I learned there was meaning to them beyond you-come-here. He told me the symbolization of my elder sisters, but it turned out my own name held no meaning. I responded, very haughtily, "Humph! I'd prefer that she named me Beauty instead!" Father found this so humourous that he persisted in telling everyone in town the story of the youngest child's wish for a name with purpose. Since then, I was called Beauty out of habit, but not always. Thankfully, my true name stays with me. We were all very lovely children; dark, soft curly hair and innocent blue eyes, and for the first few years, not many could tell the difference. Sango, the eldest and older than myself by five years, grew into a divine and refined young girl. Her long hair was a dark brown that held a beautiful shine, and never seemed to have a single tangle within the lovely tresses. Her eyes were a warm chestnut brown and long lashed. Kirara, who's older than me by two years, found her hair to be lightened to an enchanting light blonde which fell in soft waves over her shoulders and down her back, and her big eyes turned to a light shade of gray. Sango was an inch or two taller, and her skin was soft and rosy where Kirara's was a paler colour, though her cheeks seemed to be always slightly flushed. My sisters looked very much alike. They were tall, slender, with dimples when they flashed their radiant smiles, and perfectly straight noses, neither to large nor too little, and they had perfectly proportioned hands and feet. I did not turn out as my sisters did. My black hair lost the gentle baby curl, and became dull and hung in ungraceful clumps; my eyes became a strange muddy green colour. I did not even grow taller; I was thin, gawky, with large hands and huge feet. I also broke out in spots when I reached 11. Of course, Sango and Kirara stayed forever divine and lovely, with every eligible man madly in love with them. Really, such loveliness should be against the law. I have to admit, I was a little spoiled since I was the baby. I would have had a younger sister, Kanna*, but she had died several weeks after our mother. She left us two years after I was born. Even though we had a long series of governesses, my sisters say they felt they had raised me. Six years after the "Beauty" incident, it was clear that I could not live up to my nickname; I remained plain, but I was too proud to give up the name. Being called Beauty made me upset sometimes, but no one ever commented on my awkwardness, and continued to call me by the nickname. Since my true name held no direct meaning, it was as if that was the only thing you could say about me; my existence had no meaning. Even my sisters called me by the name sometimes, being as sincerely kind as they were beautiful, for never pointing out the inappropriateness. Thank kami for that. Either Totousai took no notice of the obvious difference between his first two daughters and the last, or he did not wish to rub salt into the wound. He smiled and commented on how we were growing into three lovely, unique looking individuals. I silently thanked him for his blindness. I could be at ease when talking to him, for I knew he did not feel ashamed of the failure of his third daughter. Whoever said, "Third time's the charm", obviously never met me. My only comfort was being the clever one out of the three. The governesses Totousai hired always called me the clever one. Hey, it was my only excuse; I was going to use it. I preferred books over the company of others any day. That was how I lived my life; reading books, being clever, and avoiding people and mirrors. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well, there it is. ::sighs::..... AMV of the Day:Colm Wilkinson's Bring Him Home Did I show you guys this yet? I dun think I did... XOXOXOXO Kaolla

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