Author's Notes: A while ago I did a few Movie makeovers using Disney movies and Kingdom Hearts (If you want to read them, they're on my DA account, link is in my profile). I fell out of the KH fandom and stopped writing them, then I got into the Kuroshitsuji fandom and decided to do makeovers with those characters. If this story violates any rules let me know and I'll remove it.

Beauty and the Beast

Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji and all its characters belong to Yana Toboso. Beauty and the Beast belongs to Walt Disney. I just mashed the two together.

Prologue: A Prince, A Rose and A Curse.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired; the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind.

One winter's night, an old beggar man came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by his haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old man away. He warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. When he dismissed him again, the old man's ugliness melted away to reveal a powerful Shinigami. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late. The Shinigami had seen that there was no love in his heart. As punishment he transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.

Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose the man had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until the beast's twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn their love in return, by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope.

For who could ever learn to love a beast?

Chapter 1: A Very Peculiar Boy

The sun slowly rose above the horizon line, bringing with it a fresh new morning. The light fell upon a small cottage next to a stream. The door to this cottage opened suddenly, a young boy named Alan walked out, tucking a strand of his soft brunette hair behind his ear. He pushed up his glasses and began to walk towards the nearby village, swinging the basket on his arm. He smiled to himself and began to sing softly,

Little town; it's a quiet village,

Every day, like the one before,

Little town, full of little people,

Waking up to say…

"Bonjour!" The village seemed to spring to life almost instantly. Villagers threw back the shutters on their windows, crying 'Bonjour' into the street below. The merchants setting up stock to sell shouted 'Bonjour!' to each other. Even prisoners in the stocks smiled and said 'Bonjour!' to anyone who passed them. Alan smiled as he watched the villagers preparing for the busy day ahead,

Look, there goes the baker with his tray like always,

The same old bread and rolls to sell,

Ev'ry morning just the same,

Since morning that we came,

To this poor provincial town…

"Good morning Alan!" said the baker as he cheerfully filled his tray with bread. Alan smiled back politely,

"Morning Monsieur!" he said,

"Where are you off to?" asked the baker,

"The bookshop" replied Alan, taking the book from his basket" I just finished the most wonderful story, about a beanstalk, and an ogre…"

"That's nice…" said the baker, clearly ignoring Alan. He leant towards the window of his shop and began to holler "Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up!". Alan just shook his head and placed the book back in his basket. He carried on his way through the village, unaware that the villagers had started to talk about him,

Look there he goes, that boy is strange no question,

Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?

Never part of any crowd!

Because his head's upon some cloud!

No denying he's a funny boy, that Alan!

Alan continued on walking, still oblivious to the people talking about him. He spotted a hay wagon trundling past and carefully jumped onto the back, smiling as he rode the wagon around the town. The driver smiled and greeted the people he passed,


Good day!

How is your family?


Good day!

How is your wife?

Said wife proceeded to beat her husband with a rolling pin as he flirted with his female customers. Nearby, a frantic woman holding many babies rushed up to a merchant, waving her basket wildly in his face,

I need six eggs!

That's too expensive!

Alan watched all these happenings from his perch on the hay wagon. Eventually he neared the book shop he wanted to visit and carefully hopped back onto the ground,

There must be more than this provincial life!

Alan smiled and opened the door to the bookshop, the little bell above him tingling cheerfully. The bookseller turned to the door, smiling when he saw Alan,

"Ah, Alan" he said,

"Good morning" said Alan, taking the book from his basket "I'm come to return the book I borrowed". The bookseller chuckled as he took the book,

"Finished already?" he said,

"I couldn't put it down" said Alan, as he browsed the bookshelf "Have you got anything new?" The bookseller chuckled again,

"Not since yesterday" he said, smiling. Alan climbed onto the ladder that was stacked against the shelf

"That's okay, I'll borrow…" he grinned and pulled out a blue covered book "This one!" he handed it to the bookseller. The bookseller pushed up his glasses and stared at it,

"This one?" he exclaimed "But you've read it twice!" Alan smiled dreamily,

"It's my favourite!" he said. He swung across the shelf on the ladder "Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells! A prince in disguise!" he jumped of the ladder, still smiling dreamily to himself. The bookseller laughed and placed the book in Alan's hands,

"If you like it all that much, it's yours" he said kindly. Alan gasped in surprise,

"But sir!" he said, attempting to give the book back. The bookseller once more pushed it into Alan's hands,

"I insist" he said. Alan smiled widely, holding the book to his chest,

"Well, thank you!" he said "Thank you very much!" he left the bookshop, happily reading his new book. Three men who had been peeking at Alan through the bookshop window quickly straightened up as he passed. They resumed watching as he walked away, fully engrossed in his story,

Look there he goes that boy is so peculiar!

I wonder if he's feeling well!

With a dreamy far off look!

And his nose stuck in a book!

What a puzzle to the rest of us is Alan!

Alan paid no attention to the villagers as he read his book. He walked over and climbed onto a nearby fountain, sitting down when he reached the middle. A flock of sheep gathered around him, bleating in curiosity. Alan smiled and showed them his book,

Oh, isn't this amazing?

It's my favourite part because, you'll see,

Here's where she meets Prince Charming!

But she won't discover that it's him, till chapter three!

The sheep, unfortunately, didn't share Alan's enthusiasm for the story. One even ate the corner of one of the pages as Alan showed it the illustrations. Eventually the Shepard appeared and shooed the sheep away from the fountain. Alan chuckled to himself and stood up, resuming his walk through the town. The villagers once more resumed talking about Alan as he was distracted,

Now, it's no wonder that his name means 'beauty',

His looks have got no parallel,

But behind that fair façade,

I'm afraid he's rather odd

Very different from the rest of us…

He's nothing like the rest of us,

Yes, different from the rest of us is Alan.

A low squawk echoed from the sky as a flock of geese flew overhead. A single gunshot rang out; a goose flinched and plummeted towards the ground. A young boy named Finny ran over and held open a sack to catch the goose. The bird landed by the boy's side. He quickly looked around and picked it up, stuffing it in the sack. Slinging the now full bag over his shoulder, he ran over to the man who had shot the goose,

"Wow, you didn't miss a shot Ronald!" Finny laughed "You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!". Ronald grinned smugly, blowing across the top of his shotgun,

"I know" he said,

"No beast alive stands a chance against you" said Finny "And no person for that matter"

"It's true Finny" said Ronald. He grabbed the by the neck and lifted him up "And I've got my sights set on that one" he pointed at Alan with his shotgun, grinning. Finny blinked in surprise,

"The Inventor's son?" he said,

"He's the one" said Ronald "The lucky boy I'm going to marry" Finny looked at Ronald,

"But he's-"

"The most beautiful boy in town" said Ronald.

"I know-" Finny groaned as Ronald threw his gun at him, hitting him in the nose,

"And that makes him the best" Ronald lifted Finny up and glared at him "And don't I deserve the best?" Finny gulped,

"Well of course, I mean you do, but I mean…" Ronald ignored him and promptly dropped him on the floor rather roughly. He turned to a conveniently placed mirror and began preening himself,

Right from the moment that I met, saw him,

I said he's gorgeous and I fell!

Here in town, there's only he,

Who is beautiful as me,

So I'm making plans to woo and marry Alan!

Ronald was so distracted by his reflection, he didn't notice when Alan walked straight past him, his nose still deep in his book. Ronald blinked and quickly hurried after him, pushing past the crowds of villagers. He walked past a trio of blonde haired girls, simply known as the 'bimbettes', who constantly followed Ronald and would swoon and fawn over him any chance they could,

Look, there he goes, isn't he dreamy?

Monsieur Ronald, oh he's so cute!

Be still my heart, I'm hardly breathing!

He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!

Alan moved swiftly through the crowd, which was rather amazing considering he was still nose deep in his book. Ronald tried to follow after Alan, only to be repeatedly ground to a halt as villagers and carts passed in front of him,



Good day!

Mais oui!

You call this bacon?

What lovely grapes!

Some cheese!

Ten yards!

One pound!

Excuse me!

I'll get the knife!

Please let me through!

This bread!

Those fish!

It's stale!

They smell!

Madame's mistaken!

Alan sighed and smiled, gazing up at the blue sky above him,

There must be more than this provincial life!

Ronald grinned smugly and stuck one finger up in the air arrogantly,

Just watch I'm going to make Alan my wife!

No one paid any attention to Ronald as the villagers once again surrounded him, making it impossible for him to move forward. Ronald sighed and climbed on top of one of the buildings, darting across the rooftops instead. The villagers continued to watch Alan as he walked towards his cottage,

Look, there he goes, a boy who's strange but special!

A most peculiar Monsieur!

It's a pity and a sin!

He doesn't quite fit in!

But he really is a funny boy!

A beauty but a funny boy!

He really is a funny boy!

That Alan!

Alan raised an eyebrow and looked behind him suspiciously; the villagers quickly resumed their normal activities, like nothing had happened. Alan just shook his head and carried on his way, barely even flinching when Ronald and Finny quite literally dropped in front of him. Ronald grinned at Alan,

"Hello Alan" he said,

"Bonjour Ronald" replied Alan, attempting to walk around the other man. Ronald sighed and plucked Alan's book from his fingers. Alan turned to him,

"Ronald, may I have my book please?" he asked. Ronald ignored him and began flicking through the pages,

"How can you read this?" he said "There's no pictures" Alan rolled his eyes,

"Well, some people use their imaginations" he said, once again reaching for the book. Ronald closed it and held it out of reach,

"Alan, it's about time you got your head out of these books and onto more important me" he smirked arrogantly and threw the book into a nearby mud puddle "It's not right for someone to read so much, soon they get ideas and thinking…"

"Ronald, you are positively primeval" said Alan, as he rescued his book from the puddle. He stood, wiping the book clean on his apron. Ronald wrapped his arm around Alan's shoulders,

"Why, thank you Alan" he said "Hey, what do you say you and I take a walk over to the tavern and take a look at my hunting trophies"

"Maybe some other time" said Alan, wiggling out of Ronald's grip. The bimbettes, who had of course followed Ronald, sneered at Alan,

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's crazy!". The third swooned over Ronald,

"He's gorgeous!". Ronald once again tried to put his arm around Alan. Alan wriggled free once more,

"Please, Ronald, I have to go home and help my father" he said,

"That crazy old loon, he needs all the help he can get!" said Finny. He and Ronald began laughing hysterically. Alan glared at them,

"Don't you talk about my father that way!" he said. Ronald promptly stopped laughing,

"Yeah, don't talk about his father that way!" he said, bonking Finny on the head,

"My father's not crazy! He's a genius!" said Alan. A small explosion echoed in the distance, Alan gasped as smoke began to pour from the basement of his cottage. Ronald and Finny resumed their hysterically laughter. Alan ignored them and ran off,