A story of two duelists, an adventure through East and North Europe.
A beautiful love but lots of tragedies.
Back through the year and year...
In the land of Snow and Viking...
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1709
Versailles, France
Through the large palace of France, two persons walked into the gate. These guards bowed down to pay respect on them. But they weren't humans. They were cats. Two cats in royal costumes.
"Ah, very surprise! Tom and Butch!"
"Merci Le Roi." (Thanks My King.)
Thomas "Tom" Cat, a blue cat, looked handsome. He was 35 in human age. He was one of the richests in France. Meanwhile, his counterparts, and also his rival, Butch the Black Cat, wasn't French. He's from England. England was at war with France about Spanish Succession. The good thing that he spoke French fluently.
"Ah, Marquis Marco Le Touré. Amazing appearance."
They met King Louis XIV, and now was a Marquis. A French Marquis. Their charming existences making Versailles more... noisy...
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Russia
A group of person lived in here. The only strange that they did not wear the Eastern European traditional clothes...
They were neither Ukrainians, Polish, Belarusians or Russians... They were just inviting a duelist, a Russian-yellow haired duelist. He was taller than anyone in here...
"Anatoliy!"
"あなたに会えてうれしいです。" (Glad to meet you.)
"Я хотел бы вернуться домой так быстро, как могу." (I wish to return home as quick as I can.)
"Да да да... И ваше имя полна странное: Мэгуми Айно. Я думаю, вы не украинский, ни турок или швед." (Yeah yeah yeah... And your name is full of weird: Megumi Aino. I guess you're not Ukrainian, nor Turk or Swede.)
"Вот почему я хотел бы вернуться обратно, помните?" (That's why I wish to return back, remember?)
"Так как вы можете говорить свободно Русский?" (So how can you speak fluent Russian?)
"От...-то..., но мой папа ушел, и я одинок. Мои единственные друзья находятся здесь. Все из них. Мой папа сказал, что наш дедушка корабли были крушение в море и потерял здесь..." (By... somehow... but my dad has gone, and I'm alone. My only friends are from here. All of them. My dad told that our grandfather's ships were wrecked in the sea, and lost in here...)
The Russian man was Anatoliy Burakin, a duelist from Belgorod. Anatoliy discovered this village over a year, when he was escaping from the Caroleans. Since then, he became friendly. Nobody understood how could he be good at speak their language. He never told...
"... Ну называется место, где мои родители приехали из... Япония." (... Well, the place where my parents came from called... Japan.)
"Япония?" (Japan?) Anatoliy seemed surprised.
"我が国は、はい。私の父の夢から彼は言った.日本はどこ富士桜. 空を飛んでいると呼ばれる山を有する場所美しい江戸と京都... 海を交差... 侍勇敢な特に、昇る早期。私はミスが、しかしそれがかわからないです。" (Japan, yes. From my dad's dream, he said... Japan is the place where having a mountain called Fuji, cherry blossom flying in the sky... beautiful Edo and Kyoto... crossing through the sea... brave samurais... especially, sun rises early. I miss that, but I do not know where it is.)
Anatoliy's head turned light: was Japan exist? And Japan was like this? Meanwhile he knew Sweden, Prussia, Austria, France, Genoa, Spain, England, Turkey... mostly Europe only. Cherry blossom, is that kind of flowers? He would ask Tsar after it.
"めぐみ ！それは学ぶために時間です ！" (MEGUMI! IT'S TIME TO LEARN!)
"申し訳ありませんがおじいちゃん ！ します。" (I'm sorry grandpa!) She quickly turned behind to Anatoliy: "申し訳ありませんがアナトリー... けど私は行く必要があります。" (I'm sorry Anatoliy... but I must go.) Anatoliy nodded, then he carried his hat and he left away. Yevgeniy, his old friend brought Anatoliy's horse back.
"Оставим, Анатолий." (Let's leave, Anatoliy.)
"Я готов к этому." (I'm ready for that.)
"С удовольствием. Но я действительно, действительно не понимаю, как вы можете говорить так хорошо этот язык, язык, который каждый человек в России не понимает." (Gladly. But I really, really don't understand how can you speak so good this language, the language that everyone in Russia doesn't understand.)
"Тогда вы будете." (Then you will.) Anatoliy confirmed. He felt nothing to be fear anymore...
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Versailles, France
Walking through this palace is too huge for them. Tom and Butch came and kissed the hand of Marquise Nya. Marquise Nya took Tom and Jerry to a table where everyone fighting by cards.
"Fait ! Vous avez perdu ! Donnez-moi tous les veuillez or !" (Done! You lost! Give me all the gold please!)
"Non, je ne suis pas encore perdue." (No I am not lost yet.)
"Que vouliez-vous dire tout ? Vous avez perdu." (What did you mean about? You lost.)
"K!" (A K!)
"Merde..." (Shit...)
Tom and Butch met Jerry, the lovely mouse of King Louis XIV. They disliked him a lot, but they did not know how to do. The only one who could help them was Marcel, but Marcel went to the New World for a week.
"Marcel, damn him! Why had he came to the New World?" Tom asked to Butch but sound like for him only.
"A business in Haiti, right? Currently he was taking in charge for a small fleet that patrol through New France. He cannot go back until next Thursday." repeated Butch.
"Yes yes. Marcel is the genious, and an anti-mice. Without him we can do nothing on Jerry."
Unfortunately Jerry realized the cats were trying to "assassinate" him. So Jerry decided...
"Hey hey Thomas, Butch!"
"You?" Butch amazed about it: he never imagined that Jerry took advantage so early. Which one? Run or die?
And...
"Talk to me, rat." Butch closed his eyes a bit, looking carefully on Jer. The brown-yellow mice took a seat for Butch, as Butch went on and play. Tom did watch behind and felt... shocked: Butch vs. Jerry?
"Butch, are you insane?"
"Let me fight. I'm the champion of the game, mate."
"God damn it. I'll assist you as I can." Tom encouraged Butch as the game begin...
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Russia
Somewhere far from here, a lot of white tents were created. But no sooner had these camps been found, why did always the blue ones? Oh yeah, this was a camp led by King Charles XII.
"Hur långt när våra leveranser kommer?" (How far when our supplies come?)
"Över tre timmar, min konung." (Over three more hours, my King.)
An appalling soldier ran to King Charles XII: "Min kung, våra husvagnar har förstörts! Alla våra livsmedel... är borta!" (My King, our caravans have been destroyed! All of our foods... are gone!) Listening like a dead man, King Charles walked out...
"Damn! Om vi förlorar allt såhär, vad kan vi göra?" (Damn! If we lose everything like this, what can we do?)
"Vara optimistiska, ers majestät. At minst Peter av Ryssland fortfarande inte samlat tillräckligt." (Be optimistic, Your Majesty. At least Peter of Russia still not gathered enough.)
"Jag har varit i Ryssland för ett år sedan början av invasionen och titta på detta: väder, människor,... alla är motbjudande med oss! Vi måste bekämpa hederns, måste vinna i en avgörande strid. Och nu, där ska det vara?" (I have been in Russia for a year since the beginning of the invasion and look at this: weather, people,... all are repugnant with us! We must fight in the name of honor, must win in a decisive battle. And now, where should it be?)
"Jag tänker. Peter jag reträtt till en gräsplan som kallas... Poltava." (I'm thinking. Peter I is retreating to a grass field called... Poltava.)
Charles XII worried a lot about it. Without supplies Swedish troops could be in danger. He knew in Russian land, the Winter would be his double threats. So he asked his advisor, Carl Gustaf, for something news.
"Kan vi få fler leveranser?" (Can we get more supplies?)
"Väl fallet... 4 dagar senare, kommer att en annan grupp av husvagnar ansluta oss." (Well case... 4 days later, another group of caravans will join us.)
"4 dagar? Det är inte tillräckligt! Jag behöver 1 eller, 2 dagar!" (4 days? That's not enough! I need 1, or 2 days!)
"Tja... i så fall behöver vi mer lucks om detta. Våra scouter måste upptäcka en by för för sent." (Well... in that case, we need more lucks about that. Our scouts must discover a village before too late.)
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Versailles, France
After a moment, sound like Butch was losing. Even it was his hobby. And he did...
"THREE K!"
"NO!" Butch screamed. Jerry danced like he was won. Actually he was. So Tom came out...
"Félicitation, votre Altesse. Alors, peut i... vous mangez ?" (Congratulation, your Highness. So, may I... eat you?)
"Ce qui ?" (What?) Jerry clearly listened one word from Thomas. Realizing something's bad, he tried to get escape, but...
...Tom did not.
"REVENIR ICI !" (GET BACK HERE!)
He smashed the table, taking his sword and attack Jerry even he got off the table. When he jumped up, none of them could escape from Thomas' blade. Only lucks that saved them. Butch did not stand outside.
"JERRY ! VOUS NE SURVIVRA PAS !" (JERRY! YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE!)
Few injured. But none of them fallen down. Tom and Butch hit Jerry many times but always targeted... air. When they hit the air so much, they would get a pay back. And this time, Jerry did not miss a chance.
"Here they come."
He hid inside a man's hat. Or reality was his fake hair. Tom and Butch managed by a double hit to him.
"FRAPPEZ-LE, RAT !" (HIT IT, RAT!)
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"AAHHH!" That voice sound very familiar. As Tom and Butch did, the more they look up and...
"Wow... votre... votre votre... votre... vooottt... vooottt... vootttrrrrrrr... eeee... MAJESTÉ !" (Wow... Your... your your... your... yooo... yooo... youuuuu... rrrrrr... MAJESTY!)
King Louis XIV got a hit. Thanked that he was not killed. He angered lots of that...
"VOUS... OSE M'ATTAQUER HEIN ?" (YOU... DARE TO ATTACK ME HUH?)
"Non non non, votre Majesté, s'il vous plaît..." (No no no, Your Majesty, please...)
"VOUS... SONT OFFICIELLEMENT... ENTOURÉ ! LES EMPORTER, HORS DE MA VUE !" (YOU... ARE OFFICALLY... SURROUNDED! TAKE THEM AWAY, OUT OF MY SIGHT!)
Uh oh! Tom and Butch got a punishment: by attacking His Majesty, they were granted as "assassins". They were taken back homes, later wait for the judgement of the King.
And it could be their new story...