The Beast and The Beauty (Gaston X Reader)

Chapter 9

(Y/n) hadn't been seen for more than a week, and that worried LeFou. Gaston was completely changed, something had happened to the brunette to be locked in the house all this time. He hadn't even gone out to drink or hunt. But today, LeFou would make him leave the house, otherwise he would have to admit that his friend had become a hermit. The little man was walking to his friend's house, what he didn't expect was to see Gaston coming out the door, fully dressed, armed with a gun and other instruments, heading towards his horse.

"Gaston!" LeFou yelled, running up to the brunette.

"Ah! There you are!" Gaston said, grooming his horse "You will come with me, won't you?"

"Where?" LeFou asked, confused.

"To hunt!" The brunette said, as anxious as ever.

"We were all concerned, Gaston. What happened?" the small man questioned, really concerned and without an ounce of explanation being given.

"I've been creating other hunting strategies, but I think today I will follow my original." he smiled, getting on his horse.

"And (Y/n)? Nobody has seen her since that day!" LeFou continued, still not understanding anything.

"Who? I don't know who you're talking about, LeFou." he said, the little man could see the sadness in the brunette's eyes, but decided to keep quiet "The deer's waiting for us to hunt it, come on!" he extended his hand to the youngest and he accepted, being placed on the horse's rump.

Gaston stirred the animal, making it run into the forest. As they passed through the streets, people sighed and shouted, wanting to know what had happened, but without receiving any response.

The brunette only stopped when they got close to the forest, getting off his horse and leaving it roped on a tree. Gaston packed his gun and knife in his pocket and went looking for a place to stay and wait for an animal to pass.

The hunt could last for minutes if they were lucky, but it could also last all day. The two were silent, Gaston holding his shotgun and LeFou thinking about how to talk to the man. When he tried to speak, he would shut him up, making it impossible to find out what had happened to him in the past week. LeFou tried to speak again, but the moment he opened his mouth, a noise coming from nearby scared them both.

Gaston stood guard, looking for where the noise had come from. A bush near the two moved, making the two wait for what would come out.

In a scare, a small rabbit jumped, causing the two men to release the breath they had held. The hunter prepared his weapon, releasing the lock to be able to pull the trigger, however, the animal seemed to have heard the noise, running away. Gaston swore under his breath and got up, running after the animal, being followed by LeFou.

"We found our dinner, LeFou!"

They ran after the rabbit, but unfortunately lost sight of it. Gaston sighed and started walking back to the place where the rest of his stuff was, but a unique image caught his eye.

A deer was lying in the middle of a clearing, which left an almost angelic light falling on it. He noticed that it was sleeping, its fur lighter than those he had ever seen. He also noticed that it didn't have horns, so it was a female, for the simple fact that at this time of the year the horns of an adult deer hadn't yet fallen. She came closer, receiving no reaction from the animal, was she dead? He prepared his weapon again, finally being heard.

The female deer raised its head, looking sadly at the man, its eyes widening when it saw him, but soon returning to its original expression when it saw the weapon that the man held. She laid her face on the floor again, as if she didn't care about anything that happened to her and around her.

Gaston thought it was acting strange, was she dying? Impossible, there was no sign of wounds or old age. He continued to stare at the animal, while slowly preparing more powder in his shotgun. The animal's eyes looked familiar, an intense (e/c) shone behind the thick lashes. For a second he felt sorry for the animal, as if it were someone close, but dismissed that thought.

He raised his weapon in position, held the trigger, looking in the crosshairs to make sure he fired in the right spot. The animal raised its head again, showing its wet face and sad eyes, making the hunter think twice. Finally, he felt courage filling him, listening to LeFou coming from afar and feeling his chest heaving. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, listening to the gun's deafening noise.