Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh or Beauty and the Beast.

I decided to do a sort of YGO version of Beauty and the Beast after I watched it on Saturday. I'm working on trying to update my other fics.

NOTE: When Bakura is a normal human, he looks like the Bakura in Ryou's body. When Bakura is 'the beast,' he looks like the Thief Bakura from Ancient Egypt (the one with the tan skin, scar, and grayish hair, yeah that one).

Here are the characters and whom they represent:

Anzu – Belle

Bakura – the Beast

Marik – Gaston

Yami (Bakura's cousin who wants to seize the throne) – doesn't symbolize an original character from B&tB

Joey – Lumaire

Kaiba – Cogsworth

Isis (not related to Marik) – Mrs. Potts

Mokuba (not related to Kaiba) – Chip

Mai – the Feather Duster

Malik (Marik's brother) – Lafou

Serenity (not related to Joey) – the enchantress

Grandpa Muto – Maurice (Belle's father)

I don't think Yugi, Odion, Rebecca, Shadi, Tristan, or Ryou will be in here… sorry. (sniff) I hate doing that to Ryou…

Summary: Long ago, in a faraway place, there lived a young prince named Bakura. He was so self-absorbed and didn't care about anyone that an enchantress cast a spell on him and his entire castle. He turned hideous and almost beast-like, and his servants were turned into living objects. An enchanted rose would be the icon of this spell: the rose would begin to wilt when he started to reach his twenty-first birthday. If he couldn't learn to love someone and earn her love in return by that time when the rose would die, he would remain that way forever. As time went on, he gave up hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?

Anzu x Bakura (also Mai x Joey and Isis x Kaiba)

Onna to Dobutsu

By: Chi Yagami


In the small village of K'jishjo, the people live their lives in peace. Every day was the same: the bakery opened at eight, at noon mothers beckoned their children inside for an early lunch, and in the evenings when papas returned home and children fretted with excitement, every window was lit with a candelabra that had been the father's father's great-grandfather's heirloom that had belonged to his father and so forth. The stone roads were narrow, with tall houses leaning this way and that, and the grand fountain, the pride of this village, stood in the center of the town square, showing off its old marble angel with lute; smudges and missing chunks were here and there, for the local boys had found a new entertainment involving this fountain and some rather large rocks. The men were always the head of the household; they ruled their families with such diligence and strength that one not needed to wonder why no child had yet to stray far from home. Oh sure, a boy or two disappeared into the woods once in a while, but he always came back in the end. The mothers ruled alongside their husbands, and one might say that they were the true rulers of the house: while of course the husband was in charge, he was never around during the day, and the wives always commanded the maids and children. Servants were to always listen to their masters and ladies, and they took such care in tending to the house that some families even gave them extra pay. Boys were schooled from noon until teatime, always taking up math, philosophy, science, literature, and especially the details of their father's position. Girls learned the traditional sewing, cooking, cleaning, and expectations of them from their mothers, and most girls were married off by the time they were fifteen. The traditional marriage ceremony was taken up from the Mongols, although along the timeline somewhere it was a bit altered and wasn't particularly found fun for the women. First, fathers would find a suitable man willing to pay enough for his daughter, and then he would tell his daughter to dress her best. The girl would have to hide somewhere in the village, and no townsmen was allowed to help her. The husband-to-be would then pay the father and go off in search of his bride. He would round up a group of his friends and march around the city in search of her; after he found her, he was allowed to do whatever he pleased with her until midnight, when she would officially become his wife, and even then he still do pretty much anything to her. Women had no say in anything, and any woman who couldn't hold her tongue was either hanged or sold off as a personal slave. However, there were a select few fathers who had the kind enough heart not to push their daughter into an arranged marriage, and one of those fathers only came along once every few years. Lucky for Prince Bakura, one of those fathers existed during his lifetime.

North of K'jishjo lay Winsdor Castle, the royal family's quarters. After the disappearance of the leading dynasty in the twelfth century, the nobles who ruled the K'jishjo area decided to abandon their positions at Winsdor, and most of them flocked to larger cities, away from the countryside. However, Zehinan Ryou remained behind for reasons he referred to as unfinished business; he took advantage of the elegant manor and abundant servants, and around 1373 he had seized Winsdor and had started a family. The Ryou family really had no authority of the local villages, and because the castle was located so deep into the forest, they hardly ever mingled with the townspeople. A century later, nobleman Adian Ryou controlled Winsdor. He had a wife, Kaina, and a son, Bakura. When his son was about six years old, Adian died of pneumonia and Bakura became head of the house. As if he wasn't already spoiled enough, the young Ryou prince commanded the entire castle and even had authority over his mother. His cousin, Yami, who'd traveled by sea to accompany Bakura, disliked the new 'king', and he often ventured off to his room to make serious plans of overthrowing the throne and having his cousin beheaded. By the time Bakura was a teenager, his reign over Winsdor Castle had become too much for most. Many servants fled the castle by night, and even his mother finally left one night after Bakura said that they were of no relation; he never noticed that she was gone. Yami remained, the hope of one day killing his cousin the only thing keeping him from leaving, that and the large number of young girls who ventured to the castle trying to seek Bakura's hand in marriage. Although not many people knew about Winsdor, those who did often sent their daughters to try and win over the Ryou fortune. When Bakura dismissed them in a huff, the girls would often mope around the courtyards for days, and it was in this particular time period that Yami would strike. He'd offer the young girl a drink or two, trying to comfort her and help move off of the Bakura subject, and the conversation would most likely eventually be carried up into his room, where he'd hold the girl captive and use her for his own sick, twisted pleasure. After he'd been satisfied, Yami would dispose of her and toss the body into the river. Bakura hardly knew about his cousin's obsession with women since he'd banished him to the West Wing of the castle. Bakura knew somewhat that Yami had raped a few girls, but he didn't know that the banishment hadn't ended the fascination. Just after Bakura's seventeenth birthday, a young girl named Miho Nozaka had gotten lost in the woods. She approached the castle with caution, but she still had no idea of the horror in store when she'd followed Yami inside. The villagers had never seen the fourteen-year-old girl again.

On the day of his seventeenth birthday, a great feast was to be held in Bakura's honor. Isis, the housekeeper, had RSVPed an orchestra and arranged other entertainment. Joey, Bakura's servant, was supposed to be helping to set up in the dinning room, but he was instead flirting with on of the maids named Mai. Kaiba, the butler, scowled at Joey's behavior and continued instructing the tailor on what colors Prince Bakura liked. Mokuba, Isis's son, was jumping up and down excitedly; he loved parties, even parties for rich snobs. It was still a party after all.

"Oh no," Kaiba said exasperatedly. "Joey!"


"When I said for you to run over the tablecloth with an iron," Kaiba said, an eyebrow twitching, "I didn't literally mean for you to take an iron in on hand, spread the cloth out on the ground, and then actually run across it!"


Isis laughed. There were only two and a half hours until the celebration and they were barely making any progress. Mai was only halfway done dusting the castle, and the dinner was yet to be cooked. Prince Bakura would not be happy…

He was pacing around in his study. Why did he let Joey talk him into having a party again? He wasn't sure. At least he got presents; that was a good thing, he supposed. Bakura looked out his window and sighed. Joey and Kaiba kept pestering him to find a wife so that he could have legitimate heirs, but he kept dismissing the thought because he knew that there wasn't a woman alive who could capture his heart. Isis was the only decent looking woman around, and he had enough wits not to try to bed her. Besides, that was just plain gross.

Halfway through dinner, there came a loud knock upon the door. Bakura groaned and looked around. Nobody dared stir.

"Well?" he asked, annoyed that someone would interrupt his birthday.

"Well what?" Joey asked stupidly, a piece of food falling from his mouth.

"Is anyone going to answer the damn door!" he bellowed. He looked around once more before getting up and opened the double oaks himself.

A lowly beggar woman shivered outside. In her hand was a single rose.

"Go away," he commanded, proceeding to close the doors.

"Please, except this rose in exchange for shelter from the bitter cold," the woman pleaded. Bakura looked at her.

"Uhh, no. Now do as I said and go away, you old hag!"

Before he could shut the door, a bright light was emitted from the rose. Once Bakura could see again, he gasped. Floating where the old goat had been standing only moments ago was a beautiful fairy. She had long chestnut hair and a pretty face.

"What in the world?" he asked aloud.

"You have been deceived by your own cold heart," the enchantress said in a whimsical voice. "You are selfish and spoiled; you hurt the innocent and take from the poor. As punishment, your castle shall be cast into darkness, your servants turned to mere objects, and you, oh prince, shall be turned into an image of exactly what you are, a beast!"