The Ironic Cruelty of Roses - Beauty and The Beast [ Danganronpa ]

Bonjour 'Pain-In-My-Ass'

Note: Forgive me for the leon slander, i couldn't think of anyone else. I tried to make him less..... Gaston but still.... Gaston. 
Word count: 1951

Sayaka Maizono. Utterly talented. Utterly stunning.

It's no wonder that her name means bright and lovely. From her looks to her attitude, her father must be proud to have raised her as an upstanding woman. Any man would be lucky to have her.. if they could.

Despite her perceived 'housewife' appearance, Sayaka has never been one for romance. She was much more interested in music, not only in singing but in actually playing. The only people who performed music were men, and it was very occasional if ever. 

Today was an errand day for Sayaka. With her basket in hand, Maizono was on her way to pick up a few items of interest. Bread, pork, a new book, and birdfeed being a few of them. Her father had been working endlessly into the early mornings, and he had often forgotten to feed their chickens, as well as feed himself. 

Her father, Monsieur Maizono, was creative like her. Their basement was filled with paintings pertaining to royales, and whoever gave him the most money. His work was always stunning, but it often made him absent as he had to go off to castles to paint; and when he is at home, he was always hunched over in front of the fire, painting his newest muse. 

Sayaka's mother was.. ill. Ill to the point of death. Her father never got over his beloved's death, and paintings of a black-haired woman were always a pleasure for him to paint. To paint Sayaka's mother in the likeness of God was something only he could do, and he did it well. But that was just for him, to remember everything about Madam Maizono. Only Sayaka had laid her eyes on them, and that's how he intends it to be.

The smell of freshly baked bread broke Sayaka out of her stupor, now taking in the scenery before her. 

Autumn had laid a blanket of reds and oranges upon their small town, trees already changing from the previous dew green into a flurry of warmth. The stone path from their secluded part of the meadow crossed over a small creek and into the town. Their earth-toned houses all started to blend from years of seeing them over and over. As people came and went, their houses always stood firm with the memories.

With the church's bell chiming, signaling the start of business hours, a tidal wave of bonjours echoed throughout the wooden and stone establishments. With passing 'good mornings', her first destination was the bakery ran by Monsieur Deveroux and his wife Marie. Marie was a nice woman, but her husband not so much.

"Good morning Sayaka." The baker called out, his tray filled with fluffy loaves.

Picking up a loaf of sourdough and wheat, she returned with a few coins, "Morning Monsieur!"

The baker quickly handed the coins to his wife, who was somewhat preoccupied with the masonry oven. It smelled heavenly, so much so that Sakaya had to restrain herself from asking Marie for the recipe she was using. "Where you off to?"

"Oh, the bookshop then to the market. I've already filled the pages of my last journal with notes of this most wonderful music, you must hear it! It's called B--"

"-- That's nice," He muttered, before yelling into the window onlooking his wife, "Marie, the baguettes! Hurry up!"  

Maizono led her tongue at his shouting. She had already tried to scold him before, but apparently, her words meant nothing. It was unfortunate, but she just hoped she could talk to Marie soon.
Rolling her eyes to his back, Sayaka began to make her descent into town and towards the bookshop.