Beauty and The Beastly Chapter 1: Prologue, an inuyasha fanfic

A/N: Goodness it's been a while hasn't it. I'm so sorry guys for not updating in like forever. I've been writing some small drabbles here and there trying to discover where my writing can take me (Check my DA if you want to read them). This isn't perfect. It's got some plot holes I'm really too lazy fill in. This was supposed to be a one-shot, but I felt that the beginning was increasingly too long so I turned it into a prologue.So the ACTUAL good part of the story is now underway and probably won't be up until...yeah.

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Prologue~

Mr. Higurashi has always been a man who hated the idea of begging. In his mind a man's pride is the only thing he has in this rotten world. If he wanted something he would work for it without the usage of pitiful crying and tiresome pleas of mercy and forgiveness.

So why now as Mr. Higurashi was staring up into the red eyes of a glaring demon did all of his pride disappear?

"Pl-please I beg you sir to spare me! I –I meant no trouble at all!" cried the man as he crouched away on the ground trying to get away from the anger emanating from the beastly creature in front of him.

"No trouble at all?" the demon barked at the now whimpering man "You come into my home; I fed you, and let you stay the night. What do I get in return? A thief! You actually thought you could steal something from my garden and get away with it?! Keh, why should I let a pitiful human like you live?" His voice dripped with venom as he grabbed the man during his explanation and raised his claws to the now whimpering man's jugular.

Mr. Higurashi closed his eyes in fear of connecting them once again with those eyes full of hatred. "Be-because sir I have a-a family to take care of all on my own. It's just my 3 daughters and me back home." His hand trembled as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet and opened it up to reveal a small family portrait of him with four other women surrounding him. One of them who looked the oldest was shown standing beside him while holding his hand beaming an all toothy smile at the camera. Three younger girls all smiling as well sat in a love seat in front of them. "See? Those are m-my girls Kikyo, Yura, and Kagome." He pointed to the girls sitting.

The demon took the wallet and dropped the man unceremoniously back to the earth and observed the photo a bit closer. His eyes scanning over each of the girl's faces.

"Who's this?" The demon thrust the picture to the frightened man's face with a claw pointed to his eldest daughter.

Mr. Higurashi gulped, "That's my oldest K-Kikyo. She's a bit cold to strangers, but she just lacks a little bit of social skills is all."

The demon turned his back on the man and said with eerily calm curiosity "And the next one?"

"Yu-Yura?" The man stuttered. "My second youngest s-sir. A bit on the spoiled side, wants everything for herself, b-but knows how to work hard for it."

After another second of absorbing what the man said the demon finally turned back to him.

"Continue." It said gruffly.

Mr. Higurashi figured from the pattern of the previous two he assumed the menacing creature meant explain his younger daughter.

"Kagome's my youngest. She's so selfless in everything she does. After my wife died and we lost all our money, she's been what kept our family together." A smile graced his lips sadly as the thought of his daughter facing hardship and being strong for everyone crossed his mind. "I haven't been able to get her nice things. I—"

His sentence was cut off as his wallet was shoved back into his face. He then shrieked as the demon's two glaring red eyes stared him in the face yet again.

"Keep talking." The demon growled.

"Well… I-I left our home sir in order to finish some business and get some gifts for my girls due to an increase of money flow lately. I got Kikyo a book and Yura some new shoes, but Kagome didn't want anything special yet I promised to get her anything she wanted. S-She just wanted a simple flower, a-a rose to be exact sir—"

"Enough!" The angry demon shouted and grabbed the man by his shirt collar. "You will take the flower you have stolen from my property and go home to return it to this daughter of yours." The man's face was in shock from the hopeful words the demon was speaking. Then those hopeful words changed the as fast as they came.

"In compensation for letting you go though, you will return to this place after 2 days in accompaniment of your younger daughter and then you must leave her here."

"WH-What?" Mr. Higurashi stammered. "You want me to just leave my daughter here? No please don't! Just kill me please! I'll do anything, just please not that!" He begged on his knees sobbing in desperate plea.

The demon growled before he responded, "Fool! I will not harm your daughter or you unless you do as I say! If she is not here in 2 days time I will make sure you will repay me with your own miserable life!" The creature barked. "Your transportation has been fixed to be in condition for your journey back home. To get to the front of the house, keep following this path. Now be gone."

The demon concluded the discussion by stalking back in the direction of his castle-like home.

Mr. Higurashi watched as the demon walked away. His image getting smaller and smaller the further he continued on. He then grabbed the flower he had stolen that caused this entire disaster and basically ran on the path the demon advised him to stay on in direction of the front.

XXX

The father sat in his apartment's parking lot for what felt like hours and not really 10 minutes. He had gotten home within a day. He only had one pit stop for the bathroom and didn't eat a thing the entire ride. He looked into his rear-view mirror and noticed the dried tears on his cheeks were beginning to crack.

He pulled a handkerchief for his jacket's breast pocket and began to wipe his face in thought of removing any signs of bad news. Once he was finished he looked at his late wife's initials sewn onto the handkerchief. It was one of the last thing's he owned that belonged to his wife that he didn't pay off to earn money for him and the girls to live off of for a while. Now he had to give up something else.

His sweet younger daughter Kagome.

She was a spitting image of her mother including personality. Giving her up was if he was saying goodbye to his wife all over again.

"Takara what will I do? I lost you once, I don't want to lose our baby girl either." His eyes glistened, but he quickly wiped his eyes again and did another look in the mirror before stepping out of the vehicle and heading up the apartment complex's stairs of his small home.

He took a deep breath and counted down from 3 before opening the door.

3…

2…

1…

He opened the door slowly not to alarm anyone on the other side. "I'm home." He said as he stepped through the entrance only to be welcomed by 3 sets of eyes and an exclamation of "Daddy!" 3 feminine voices squealed, all varying in age. They ran to his open arms and welcomed them with their own.

"Daddy we missed you so much." Said Yura, one of his daughters with the shortest of hair out of the three. She hugged his right arm as her other two sisters hugged his torso and other arm.

"Father you've arrived earlier than we thought." Kikyo the sister with the longest of hair hugging his left arm pointed out.

"Yeah dad we were going to clean up the place tomorrow morning to surprise you when you got back." Said the raven haired Kagome hugging his waist.

Mr. Higurashi chuckled and did his best to wiggle out of his daughter's grips. Playfully of course.

"I just missed my girls so much that after I finished work I came straight home." He smiled. Yura removed his blazer to hang it up in the closet while the other two motioned him to the couch for him to sit and relax.

"So how did work go Father, did that Mr. Hinata approve of the product idea?" Kikyo inquired. She was the oldest sister and because of that she had to help her father take care of this family until everything was fine enough for her to move out and get on with creating her own family.

She was already 26 and that dream of her own family slowly faded away with each and every passing day.

"He said that he liked the product, but there are too many flaws with the idea for it to be mass produced." Mr. Higurashi smiled ruefully at his oldest daughter and patted her hand in comfort.

After she hung up her father's coat she had moved to the chair across the couch and silently listened to the conversation. "Are you kidding me? What kind of inconsiderate asshole is this guy daddy?" Yura exclaimed, finally giving her voice. "After everything you and mom did for his ungrateful ass all these years, he can't even consider saying yes?" She almost shouted.

Yura being the middle child was probably the most spoiled of the 3. She lived for the night life and the on and off relationships with the opposite sex, but all had to come to an end when her mother died. She turned 23 last month and to celebrate her birthday she was forced to pawn off her most prized possession; her grandmother's diamond bracelet that she gave to Yura according to her will.

She had full intention by now to move out sooner, but the money she was going to use to buy an apartment for herself had to go into help buying the current apartment the 4 of them stayed in.

Her father looked at her as if she grew another head. "Yura! Let's be thankful that the man even gave me a cent!"

"Why should I be thankful? Has that guy gone from riches to rags within just a year? No I don't think so!" She snapped back. "I'm so tired of living dirt poor daddy! You should've demanded the full loan."

"Yura!" Kikyo exclaimed, tired of her sister's rude attitude. "Don't go blaming father for this. Everyone is trying their hardest to get us back on our feet and what have you done for this family?"

"I've paid for this shit hole we currently live in! That's what I've contributed. If not for me, the four of us would have been living under a fucking rock." Yura rebutted.

Mr. Higurashi gasped at his daughter's choice of words. "Yura watch your mouth."

"Why? There are no children in this house anymore daddy. Kagome's not a baby anymore, she's a fully grown adult… By the way,where'd she go anyways?"

Kagome had decided to stay out of this argument and finish washing the dishes in the kitchen. She hated when the 3 of them had these arguments. If her mother was still around there wouldn't be fights like this.

How much she missed her so much. One minute she sees her mother handing her lunch for school and the next her life is gone to a horrible fire. All of their precious memories and possessions gone in the blink of an eye.

Now her family was praising her late mother's memories with insults and screaming. She loved her family and hated to see them so stressed. Mr. Higurashi was already working 2 jobs. Kikyo had her teaching at the elementary school but a teacher's salary these days isn't enough to feed a family of four. What had been Yura doing? Spending her days walking dogs and nights in a club dancing with a new guy every other night.

3 nights in a row had she been claiming to spend the night at a friend's house but her sisters knew what she was really up to.

Kikyo crossed her arms glaring daggers at her younger sister, "If you'd just stop screwing anything with a penis and worry about your family for once—"

"I am worrying about this family!" Yura interrupted. "It's hard finding a job that doesn't require picking up dog shit or the removal of my fucking bra!"

"I have yet to see you actually pick up and read the help-wanted section in the newspaper. Or did you forget there even was one?" The older one calmly taunted. Yura made an action to slap her older sister but her father caught her hand before it could get an inch from her face.

"Will you two stop? It's bad enough you two have to fight every minute of every day, but after I just got back from my trip?"

"Sorry…" The two sisters begrudgingly muttered.

Mr. Higurashi sighed at his two daughter's radical behavior. "If you're really sorry, you'll both sit back down and hear what I have to say." With that he left the two sisters and headed for the direction of the kitchen. He peaked his head in the kitchen entrance and softly called to his youngest. The two girls stared at each other in bewilderment.

"Kagome?"

She stopped her dish washing and turned her head in the direction of her father's voice."Yes?"

"Come back into the living room, I have something to announce." He said calmly. On the inside his heart beat faster with every passing minute. To break the news to girls like this was even more hard than to tell them they had to sell off their favorite things for collateral.

Kagome put down the plate she held and silently complied to her father's wishes by filing out the kitchen behind him and rejoined her previous spot on the couch on his right.

"What is it daddy?" Yura asked with full intention of hearing what her father wanted to say.

He paused to inhale deeply and then said, "Girls… what I wanted to tell you was… that my trip back home had went through a bit of a… complication."

"Father what are you talking about?" Kikyo never liked this tone of voice coming from her father. It always meant something bad was going to most likely happen. He used this very same tone when he explained about

"What I'm talking about my dear Kikyo was that… I… I couldn't get the things you girls wanted." He said quickly.

The 3 girls took a moment to absorb what their father had just told them.

"Is that it?" Kagome asked.

Mr. Higurashi hesitated and nodded slowly. The room then filled with the sound of 3 exhaled breaths of relief.

"Oh daddy don't scares us like that. It's completely fine. I mean I really wanted you to get me that perfume I asked for, but I guess I can wait a little longer." Yura smiled as if nothing was wrong with the situation.

"Wait a minute." Kikyo intervened. "If you're upset for not getting us what we wanted father, then why are you fidgeting so nervously like that still?" Kikyo was always the observant one.

Their father sighed in defeat knowing that he had to come out with it sooner or later.

"Ok I lied. " He admitted. "There's more to the story. Before I tell you what happened, please know that I had did everything for you girl's best interest…"

XXX

Mr. Higurashi rode his car through the night quietly. He finished his goal a day early and was now heading back home. Only problem now was that once he left city limits it started getting too dark to see any road signs. He had been driving for nearly a half hour until rain starting picking up and he slowly watched it grow from drizzling to heavy downpour.

To make things even worse he was running out of gas as well. There weren't any gas stations for miles so he needed to find a place to stop soon. After 10 minutes of endless driving in search of a pit stop or hotel he wound up finding a light on a hill.

He drove further on that same road in hopes of finding a way up the hill. Luckily, he had come across a small muddied path from the rain and a house sign at the entrance saying:

Takahashi Manor.

The sign looked as if it had went under some severe weather so Mr. Higurashi wasn't completely sure if he read the characters correctly. Nonetheless he needed a place to stay not a pause in time for him to continue figuring out the words on signs.

He turned the wheel to ride along the path and push the tires through the always growing steeper hill. The further he went he kept feeling something was wrong, but shook it off and called it nerves.

Finally he had reached the top. He glanced out the window to see that the light hadn't come from a house, but what looked like a castle. Now that he was in higher altitude the rain seemed lighter from before. The entirety of the structure was made out of granite stone. The highest point was a small tower creating a symmetrical aura to the place. Mr. Higurashi guessed that's probably where the light came from perhaps. All of the windows from his angle were dark and pitch black on the inside revealing no sign of someone being on the lower level.

This place looked like it had been around for nearly a century if not more. Ivory grew everywhere. On the windows, on the pillars by the entrance, even up to the tip of the tower. He decided to stop the car's movement in front of the home's marble steps, 8 of them in total.

He looked at the gas mileage of the car and thanked whoever in higher ups decided to bless him as he got up that hill as the meter read completely empty. He then removed the key from the ignition before opening the driver's seat door, stepping out, closing it, and then walking as fast as possible up those 8 steps and in front of the doors.

There had been one very large 10 ft door separated in two causing them to open from the middle and part in opposite directions of one another. As he finally got close enough to view it better, he noticed the doors too had been slightly covered in ivory and the door knockers were two lion-like looking beasts. Their glares gave off the vibe of them daring Mr. Higurashi to knock on the door. So he did 3 times. Half a minute later did one of the gigantic doors open outward to him.

Yet, no one was standing on the other side.

Mr. Higurashi tentatively walked through the door. No one stood in the foyer of this immaculate home. He awed at the shiny marble floors, and looked up to see almost everything made of marble. Portraits hung on the walls featuring landscapes from viewpoints of all over the world it seemed. A large chandelier hung high from the ceiling illuminating the entirety of the room in full glow. A dark smooth wood staircase ascended in front of him leading to the second floor. On the left there looked to be a reading parlor. To his right was a hallway of weaponry from as well all over the world from Western Europe to East Asia. Whoever owned this home was a person who enjoyed the outside corners of the planet.

Suddenly the door shut behind him with an audible sound making the already scared man jump 2 feet away from his original spot.

"H-Hello?" He called.

No response.

There was no one in the room. Yet he felt a presence all around him saying otherwise. Said presence as well felt like it was telling him to walk up the stairs. He moved forward to them and called again.

"Hello?" He said more loudly this time. "Is anyone home? Your door opened so I thought I was invited inside."

He slowly climbed the stairs trying to prepare himself for anything that might come out and attack him. Once he stood upon the top step of the second floor, he saw that there were two diverging hallway paths on both left and right sides. The left was shadowed in pure darkness, but the right glowed with an abundant amount of candles.

He took it upon himself to turn right.

"Anyone home?" He said once again. "My name's Higurashi Saijo." He felt stupid for talking to thin air, but he didn't want to alarm whomever owned the place.

The hallway had many doors. He didn't dare open any of them in fear he might walk in on something he should've never saw. But then he didn't have to as a door on his right opened suddenly. Again this time no one was there. And there was no gust of wind either for the door had been completely shut.

The other side revealed to be a simple bedroom. Mr. Higurashi walked through thinking again that a presence was telling him to do so.

"Hello?" He asked.

Yet again no response.

The room was filled with many lit candles. The walls were covered in beige wallpaper with orchid flowers covering almost every inch. The flooring this time was made from wooden floor boards that creaked if you stepped in certain areas.

There was a window across from him looking out to the owner's many acres of land, all unseen by the darkness belonging to the night sky. A mahogany dresser with a vanity sat on his left sitting across from a canopy bed. In between the canopy and dresser was a night stand with an olden aged oil lamp already lit to keep a dim glow inside.

A tray made entirely of silver laid there on the bed's quilt with a bowl of hot rice porridge on its top and a silver spoon on the side. Hesitantly Mr. Higurashi shuffled his feet across the floor boards afraid of making rapid noise and stopped at the side of the bed. His hand slightly trembled as it picked up the spoon, dipped it into the warm entrée and raised it to his lips.

Blowing on it to cool it down beforehand, he opened his mouth and let the spoon enter letting the warm contents surge down his throat. He clenched his eyes tight in fear the food might be poisoned. Whether it might be poisonous or not, it was quite good.

He wasn't dead immediately yet either, so he figured it wasn't at all poisonous.

"Thank you." He whispered whilst glancing up to the ceiling as if talking to someone up high who can hear his every sound.

He finished the meal and put the empty bowl and its tray atop the night stand. Thinking that it wouldn't be too bad to sleep for few hours he pulled away the bed's quilt and climbed inside after removing his jacket and placing it gently beside the dresser and his shoes by the bedside.

"They wouldn't mind right?" The man said aloud. He turned to blow out the oil lamp and then lowered himself backwards to get in a comfortable position. He was already asleep when his head hit the pillow.

Mr. Higurashi's eyes fluttered open as he rose awake from the glaring morning sunlight peering through the windows.

He raised himself into sitting position and stretched his arms to full length while a yawn escaped his lips. Covering his eyes from the brightness of the sun, he suddenly realized something:

His few hours of sleep had turned into an entire overnight stay. In a stranger's house. He quickly jolted from the bed and looked for his jacket and shoes. He found his jacket on a hanger hanging down from the top of the canopy, and his shoes were neatly by the door.

That's odd. He thought— Never mind, it didn't matter. He needed to get out of there quick. He tried his best to quietly open the door and exit out of the room immediately.

After almost 15 minutes of descending stairs and crossing corridors he realized he couldn't remember the way to get back to the front door. He crossed in front of a white door on whatever level he didn't know and he finally found his way outside.

To the back of the manor.

He didn't have time to be messing around. He wondered why he hadn't seen anyone wandering around this house. Surely someone had to be there to cook up the food and light the candles in the corridors.

The back of the manor had a marble patio on the ground floor. Passed the railing of it looked at a small man-made pond, and beyond that pond led a dirt path. A path that which led into a small forest.

The man then rushed passed the pond and onto the dirt path. He was no longer concerned for how he was getting back to his car, he wanted to get as far away from the disserted manor as quick as possible.

After 10 minutes of fast paced walking/ jogging did he find something surprising beside the path. There lied an immaculate garden at least 10 acres long. Flowers of all kinds growing. Some flowers that aren't believed to have grown in this part of the country were found even.

Mr. Higurashi took step after step towards it, too entranced by its beauty to walk away. He came across of bush of interesting blue flowers. To get a better look he had bent over to guess the type they were.

They looked to be roses. But roses of that hue were nonexistent. An idea suddenly dawned on Mr. Higurashi's mind. He had promised to fulfill a request of someone special to him whilst on his journey and had not wanted to let them down.

The man then very carefully tried plucking one of the blue tinted flowers from its thorny bush. He had not felt another presence slowly stalk behind him during his slightly difficult time working with the flower he had chosen.

Once he successfully plucked a flower from its thorny captor, he turned around to come in contact with an angry growl. He raised his sight on that of a beast with two red eyes with irises the color of violet, talons that curved slightly with its tips pointed sharply, and bared fangs ready to latch onto its prey's flesh at any moment.

It was a demon

"What the hell are you doing?!" He growled. The demon then stepped closer in the direction of the now trembling man.

His eyes were as big as saucers while watching sight of the demon before him own the look of murder. Mr. Higurashi fell back and had a hard time finding his words.

The demon took the wallet and dropped the man unceremoniously back to the earth and observed the photo a bit closer. His eyes scanning over each of the girl's faces.

"Who's this?" The demon thrust the picture to the frightened man's face with a claw pointed to his eldest daughter.

Mr. Higurashi gulped, "That's my oldest K-Kikyo. She's a bit cold to strangers, but she just lacks a little bit of social skills is all."

The demon turned his back on the man and said with eerily calm curiosity "And the next one?"

"Yu-Yura?" The man stuttered. "My second youngest s-sir. A bit on the spoiled side, wants everything for herself, b-but knows how to work hard for it."

After another second of absorbing what the man said the demon finally turned back to him.

"Continue." It said gruffly.

Mr. Higurashi figured from the pattern of the previous two he assumed the menacing creature meant explain his younger daughter.

His sentence was cut off as his wallet was shoved back into his face. He then shrieked as the demon's two glaring red eyes stared him in the face yet again.

"Keep talking." The demon growled.

"In compensation for letting you go though, you will return to this place after 2 days in accompaniment of your younger daughter and then you must leave her here."

The demon concluded the discussion by stalking back in the direction of his castle-like home.

XXX

"Daddy!" "Father!" The two eldest girls sprung up from their sitting positions after listening to their father's tale.

"Father how could you?" Kikyo looked to her father incredulously. Her own father had sold out her little sister.

The man by now had tears flowing from his eyes. "I did it because I didn't want you to lose another parent." He said pitifully. "Look at how poorly we live now girls. If I had disappeared without a trace, who would take care of you all? Kikyo you should be out of the house by now searching for your own family to start up. Yura you need to go out as well to explore the rest of the world. And Kagome…" He brought his teary eyes to his still sitting, yet quiet from shock daughter. "I want you to blossom beautifully just how like your mother, and I try to distill some of her traits onto you because you flow naturally with it. I'm so sorry girls."

The man had finally stopped his talking to sob.

"Well… what are we going to do?" Yura said.

"Isn't it obvious? We keep Kagome here, and to hell with that demon." The eldest said.

Yura sent her older sister a look that appeared as if she was staring as a second head spreading from her.

"Did you not hear daddy? We have to send her!" Yura shouted.

"How is he going to find us? All we need to do is go and hide Father and Kagome for a little while and—"

"What we need to do is realize who we're dealing with! A demon! A demon with an ability to kill apparently. Demon's have senses of smell stronger than any other creature on this planet! Do you really think this thing won't find them? We could send them to coldest parts of the world and he'd probably still hunt and find them!" Yura shouted interrupting her sister.

Kikyo was taken aback by her sister's sudden impulsive attitude.

"Do you hear yourself? You're willing to give up our sister to a monster! A monster that will very much kill her once she is in his arms reach." Kikyo pointed the blaming finger at her now.

"Are you implying I want to give her up?" Yura asked.

Kikyo scoffed before replying, "Well it seems that way very much."

"Why you little…" Yura trailed off before almost launching at her older sister tired of her continuous put downs since their father's return, but Kagome who had been quiet this entire time had finally stood up to block her older sister from getting to the other.

"Enough!" She shouted. The other 3 found themselves in shock at her suddenly angry, and yet very rare to ever see outburst. With her next response, her voice trembled slightly, "Even though I wish there was another way. For the sake of this family…" A tear trailed down her cheek.

"I'll do it."

A/N: Yeah it's weird, and bad. I'd really love it if someone told me to continue this because I feel like I shouldn't. Like it's 80% of me saying just leave it as is.