JOURNAL ONE

    I pressed the sleep button on my alarm clock a little harder than intended this morning.  I didn’t want to get up, after all, I was just going to do what I did yesterday… and the day before…. and the day before that…. and the week before that….  I wasn’t sure why the Superior hasn’t nagged at me to get this project done; but I was one of the first six, and he was usually more concerned about the younger ones.  I rolled over on my bed to discover the edge and fell to the floor.  Painfully, I rose back up, rather sore from the descent, and then looked at the alarm clock: it was seven thirty.

    Several hours later, I was at Beast’s Castle, doing the same old mission I’ve done ever since Xemnas heard of the place.  I entered the castle, to only see the usual suits of armor, the same old walking and talking servants converted into furniture, screaming and cowering in fear as I strode the hallways.
“Hey!”
    I turned to see the little tea cup, known as “Chip” dared to speak to me with a somewhat confident voice.
“What?”
“You’re a meanie!”     
    I just chuckled.  The poor kid; he really tries to stand up against me when he really is afraid on the inside.  Ignoring the tiny tea cup of a boy, I knocked on the Beast’s bedroom door.  As usual, Beast answered to see me, smiling under my hood.  Same as yesterday, he most likely had a bad day, thanks to me, and it did not get better when I left.  
“What are you still doing here?” he growled at me.
“Doing the same thing I did yesterday,” I answered slyly.
“Why?  What do you want out of me!!” he roared, “Belle?  This castle?  The servants?!”  
“What I want is none of your business,” I replied rudely, “it’s what you want most.”
    Usually, this monstrosity of a being would either become speechless or drown in self-pity.  He did not.  He swiped at me, just when I didn’t notice.  I fell to my side painfully, clutching the part of my chest that Beast managed to inflict pain upon.  I stood back up, and backed my way to the opposite end of the room that Beast was at.  We both stood, breathing heavily.  
    Summoning a single lance, I aimed it like one would a dart; taunting the poor wretch.  I threw it; but right when I did, Beast came after me, quickly.  When I was sure that he was too close, I leapt into the air, meaning to glide over him then summon the other five lances to defend myself from this godforsaken creature.  
    Unfortunately, when I leapt, one of the muscles damaged from the first attack pulled out on me.  I only got halfway into the air when at the same time he squeezed my ankle particularly hard and slammed me to the floor.  It was not a pretty sight to see Beast about to claw the non-existence out of myself.  He first swiped at my face, ripping the hood into three pieces, and scratching one side of my face deeply.  SLASH!  He then scratched my chest again.  
       “What happened?!” Belle rushed into the room.  She looked at Beast, who was now in some part in blood.  Her eyes turned when I attempted to stand up, but my ankle gave in and I slumped back to the floor instead.  
    Belle screamed.  I have no idea what scared her; the sound of her voice made past my ears and into my head, beating the skull.  Beast looked concerned, he was unsure as well.
“How could you?!” she was now angry.  
“He’s always done this!” Beast exclaimed.
“No!  How could you do that to him?” She pointed at me.  
“He deserved it!” Beast roared, “he’s been causing trouble ever since he came here!  He wants to take everything from me!”
“Is that all you care about?” she asked, “yourself?  Your rose?  Your castle?  Your servants?  Am I not that important?”
    I was really expecting a response, but after hesitating for several minutes, he exited the room to most likely, be depressed somewhere else while cradling his rose.  I then stood up, summoning a lance to lean on.  I glanced at Belle, to see her staring at her shoes.
“I- I’m sorry.” I noticed tears leaking out of her eyes when she looked up.
“About what?” I asked quietly.
“Beast.  I don’t know what you want with him, but he’s always been that way.  I never thought he would hurt you.”
    She finally noticed why I wasn’t standing without a lance.  Without a comment, she exited the room, and came back a few minutes later, closing the door behind her.
“Please, sit,” I teleported to the chair, inconveniently almost on the other side of the room.  As soon as I took the seat, she brought a wash cloth to my face.  The water was warm, running through my sideburns and down my neck.
“Is that better?” she asked sweetly in my ear.
“I can take care of myself,” I muttered.  She ignored me and removed my left boot and felt my ankle.
“I think you’re okay.” she then carefully put my boot back onto my foot.  She then unzipped my coat and cleaned the missing parts of my chest that Beast now has under his fingernails.
    Belle stood up, and I did after summoning my lance.
“You didn’t have to help me,” I said, “but thanks anyway.”
“It was nothing,” she said simply.