Author's Babble: Hey. This is my first Chocolat fic, and I really, really
love that movie! (Is it because it's a really good movie, or is it because
Johnny Depp is in it?) lol.. Yah, anywayz, on with the story!
Disclaimer: Jack Sparrow: Aye, luv, what's this? It's not a fic about me!
Me: No, dear, it's about... uh... chocolate! *Mutters under her breath* It has Roux in it!
Jack: Who? Who's Roux? I thought you loved me!
Me: I do... But I like... uh... like Roux too... *blushes*
Jack: Arr! That's it! You can't love two of us at once! You must choose! *Pulls out pistol*
Me: No! Wait! It's Ok... You can't kill him! *Stands in front of Roux*
Jack: You can't tell me what to do! You don't own me!
Me: That's right... I don't. Oh c'mon. Cant we all just be nice and play a game of poker over a bottle of rum?
Roux and Jack: Sounds good to me!
Me: Alrighty then. Glad to get that over with! *Wipes her forehead*
Rating: PG13 just to be on the safe side... You never know what I might put in an upcoming chapter... Plus there are some parts in here that I don't really want a 10-year-old person reading. Their parents might not like that too much either... ok, anyways... just understand that its PG13... savvy? =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
I sighed as I tired to pick up the shattered cup on the floor. I gave up, not being able to bend over. I patted my stomach and murmured, "Good grief. You'd better be comin' soon. Don't know if I'll be able to stand it any more."
I was to give birth within a month, and I was so large I could hardly do anything.
I got the broom and swept the cup into the corner, hoping I would remember to ask Josephine to pick it up for me.
"Vianne! Guess what?" Speak of the devil. Josephine burst into the store, her hair flying around her head. She quickly shut the door, trying to keep the wind out. "Comte de Renaud Caroline are getting married! He proposed yesterday!"
"Oh, that's great!" I said, sincerely. We had all been waiting for when they were going to get married. To the rest of us it was obvious that they were in love.
Jut then Anouk ran in, and smiling, she showed me a piece of paper she was holding.
You are invited to Luc's10th Birthday party...
I read it, and looked curiously at Anouk. "Well Anouk, are you going to go?"
"Yes, mama! And guess what?" She looked excitedly up at me.
"What?" I leaned down.
"Belle and I are going to be the only girls there!" For some reason she was excited about this. I didn't get it. Oh well. I raised my eyebrows, but she ran off.
I looked at Josephine, who smiled. "Well, you can't blame her. Weren't you interested in boys when you were 9?"
I smiled, but replied, "No. I was against them. There was this one boy who we lived next to for a while who like me. He would come to my mother's shop, and spend all of his money, just to try to see me. And my mother would make me come out sometimes. I always hated him more, every time I saw him."
Josephine laughed, and we walked to the kitchen.
That night I told Anouk a story she has been whining about for a long time.
"Mama, can you tell me about Papa?"
I groaned inwardly. I hated when she asked about him. It hurt me so bad inside when I told it, and I tried to avoid it the best I could.
"I'll tell you tomorrow night, dear."
"Oh mama! You always say that. Please?"
I sighed. "Oh fine. My mother had just died, and I was wandering from town to town, with out a home, without a goal. Without somewhere I belonged. I couldn't even run to my papa, for mother had never told me where he lived. I was in one town, and I went into the pub. I had only one bag with me, and I was wearing a battered old cloak. I saw a man who was being beaten by another man. The drunken man, who was doing the beating, was yelling at the man on the floor. He said stuff like 'Why did you come here in the first place?' and calling him a dirty bastard. I dropped my bag, and ran over to them. The rest of the people in the pub were just sitting, and staring. Some were scared, some were encouraging. I ran over to the man, and hit him with all the force I had, right across the chin. He was so surprised he fell over backwards. I helped the man on the floor, and I got him as quickly out of there as I could." I left out the details of him hitting me, and the mangy details. "I got this man to safety in the forest, and he was so hurt that I had to rip my cloak and bandage several wounds. But I learned his name was Pierre. He had run away from his home, because his father was beating him, and his mother was dying."
"Hang on Mama. You said his father and mother... How old were you?" Anouk interrupted me.
"Just hang on. I'm getting to that. So, he was only 17, and I was 18. We remained together for a long time. We traveled from place to place, stealing food, and sleeping in the forest. I traveled with Pierre for a whole 2 years before he found a place he wanted to live. He got a job at the local inn, and I was left to wander by myself again. I left him, but I missed him so much, that I went back to see him about a year later. He had earned a lot of money, and had bought himself a nice little apartment. I spent a night with him, only to learn that he had gone from a nice boy, to an alcoholic adult. I soon left, never to see him again." I was crying by this time, remembering the evil look in his eyes, the way he had hit me. I paused my story, but continued when I thought I could speak again. "Nine months later I was in a little town, Tarner I believe, and I was walking through the streets, and as I knocked on someone's door, to ask where the inn was, I fainted. I woke up to extreme pain, and I was in a bed. I soon found myself holding a little girl in my arms. I stayed with that family for a while, they supported me, and showed me what I needed to know about raising a child. I left them though, feeling it was time to go. Life went on, and now I find myself here, lying with my little girl, and a little baby in my stomach."
I finished, excepting Anouk to just go to sleep. She usually did. But not tonight.
"Mama? Why did Roux leave?" She asked, sadness in her voice.
I didn't answer right away. "I don't know." I answered truthfully.
Flashback: The door to the shop opened, and I grinned, realizing it was Roux. It had been two weeks since the fire, and I was steadily more in love with him everyday. But he looked at me with such sad eyes, I knew something was wrong.
'Vi, I just came to tell you that I'm leaving.' Roux said, looking at me with hurt eyes.
I just looked at him, too shocked to say anything. He quietly walked out, and I just stood there until I realized that he was gone. I cried for almost three days straight. But after that, I realized I was going to have to toughen up, or I wouldn't survive.
Author's Babble: Ok, people. You guys need to read and review. Savvy? Oh, and tell me if I am wrong about any of the names or anything like that... ok? Oh, and does anyone know what the town where this takes place is? And the river? I mean to take out the book as soon as I can, but I don't know when I'll be at the library next... Thank you so much. :) Also, the title I have on here is a little messed up. If you come up with a better one please let me know. ~TheCaptainOfTheBlackPearl~
Disclaimer: Jack Sparrow: Aye, luv, what's this? It's not a fic about me!
Me: No, dear, it's about... uh... chocolate! *Mutters under her breath* It has Roux in it!
Jack: Who? Who's Roux? I thought you loved me!
Me: I do... But I like... uh... like Roux too... *blushes*
Jack: Arr! That's it! You can't love two of us at once! You must choose! *Pulls out pistol*
Me: No! Wait! It's Ok... You can't kill him! *Stands in front of Roux*
Jack: You can't tell me what to do! You don't own me!
Me: That's right... I don't. Oh c'mon. Cant we all just be nice and play a game of poker over a bottle of rum?
Roux and Jack: Sounds good to me!
Me: Alrighty then. Glad to get that over with! *Wipes her forehead*
Rating: PG13 just to be on the safe side... You never know what I might put in an upcoming chapter... Plus there are some parts in here that I don't really want a 10-year-old person reading. Their parents might not like that too much either... ok, anyways... just understand that its PG13... savvy? =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
I sighed as I tired to pick up the shattered cup on the floor. I gave up, not being able to bend over. I patted my stomach and murmured, "Good grief. You'd better be comin' soon. Don't know if I'll be able to stand it any more."
I was to give birth within a month, and I was so large I could hardly do anything.
I got the broom and swept the cup into the corner, hoping I would remember to ask Josephine to pick it up for me.
"Vianne! Guess what?" Speak of the devil. Josephine burst into the store, her hair flying around her head. She quickly shut the door, trying to keep the wind out. "Comte de Renaud Caroline are getting married! He proposed yesterday!"
"Oh, that's great!" I said, sincerely. We had all been waiting for when they were going to get married. To the rest of us it was obvious that they were in love.
Jut then Anouk ran in, and smiling, she showed me a piece of paper she was holding.
You are invited to Luc's10th Birthday party...
I read it, and looked curiously at Anouk. "Well Anouk, are you going to go?"
"Yes, mama! And guess what?" She looked excitedly up at me.
"What?" I leaned down.
"Belle and I are going to be the only girls there!" For some reason she was excited about this. I didn't get it. Oh well. I raised my eyebrows, but she ran off.
I looked at Josephine, who smiled. "Well, you can't blame her. Weren't you interested in boys when you were 9?"
I smiled, but replied, "No. I was against them. There was this one boy who we lived next to for a while who like me. He would come to my mother's shop, and spend all of his money, just to try to see me. And my mother would make me come out sometimes. I always hated him more, every time I saw him."
Josephine laughed, and we walked to the kitchen.
That night I told Anouk a story she has been whining about for a long time.
"Mama, can you tell me about Papa?"
I groaned inwardly. I hated when she asked about him. It hurt me so bad inside when I told it, and I tried to avoid it the best I could.
"I'll tell you tomorrow night, dear."
"Oh mama! You always say that. Please?"
I sighed. "Oh fine. My mother had just died, and I was wandering from town to town, with out a home, without a goal. Without somewhere I belonged. I couldn't even run to my papa, for mother had never told me where he lived. I was in one town, and I went into the pub. I had only one bag with me, and I was wearing a battered old cloak. I saw a man who was being beaten by another man. The drunken man, who was doing the beating, was yelling at the man on the floor. He said stuff like 'Why did you come here in the first place?' and calling him a dirty bastard. I dropped my bag, and ran over to them. The rest of the people in the pub were just sitting, and staring. Some were scared, some were encouraging. I ran over to the man, and hit him with all the force I had, right across the chin. He was so surprised he fell over backwards. I helped the man on the floor, and I got him as quickly out of there as I could." I left out the details of him hitting me, and the mangy details. "I got this man to safety in the forest, and he was so hurt that I had to rip my cloak and bandage several wounds. But I learned his name was Pierre. He had run away from his home, because his father was beating him, and his mother was dying."
"Hang on Mama. You said his father and mother... How old were you?" Anouk interrupted me.
"Just hang on. I'm getting to that. So, he was only 17, and I was 18. We remained together for a long time. We traveled from place to place, stealing food, and sleeping in the forest. I traveled with Pierre for a whole 2 years before he found a place he wanted to live. He got a job at the local inn, and I was left to wander by myself again. I left him, but I missed him so much, that I went back to see him about a year later. He had earned a lot of money, and had bought himself a nice little apartment. I spent a night with him, only to learn that he had gone from a nice boy, to an alcoholic adult. I soon left, never to see him again." I was crying by this time, remembering the evil look in his eyes, the way he had hit me. I paused my story, but continued when I thought I could speak again. "Nine months later I was in a little town, Tarner I believe, and I was walking through the streets, and as I knocked on someone's door, to ask where the inn was, I fainted. I woke up to extreme pain, and I was in a bed. I soon found myself holding a little girl in my arms. I stayed with that family for a while, they supported me, and showed me what I needed to know about raising a child. I left them though, feeling it was time to go. Life went on, and now I find myself here, lying with my little girl, and a little baby in my stomach."
I finished, excepting Anouk to just go to sleep. She usually did. But not tonight.
"Mama? Why did Roux leave?" She asked, sadness in her voice.
I didn't answer right away. "I don't know." I answered truthfully.
Flashback: The door to the shop opened, and I grinned, realizing it was Roux. It had been two weeks since the fire, and I was steadily more in love with him everyday. But he looked at me with such sad eyes, I knew something was wrong.
'Vi, I just came to tell you that I'm leaving.' Roux said, looking at me with hurt eyes.
I just looked at him, too shocked to say anything. He quietly walked out, and I just stood there until I realized that he was gone. I cried for almost three days straight. But after that, I realized I was going to have to toughen up, or I wouldn't survive.
Author's Babble: Ok, people. You guys need to read and review. Savvy? Oh, and tell me if I am wrong about any of the names or anything like that... ok? Oh, and does anyone know what the town where this takes place is? And the river? I mean to take out the book as soon as I can, but I don't know when I'll be at the library next... Thank you so much. :) Also, the title I have on here is a little messed up. If you come up with a better one please let me know. ~TheCaptainOfTheBlackPearl~
