Title : "The Twisted Saga of Love : How to make a jedi/poet yours!"
Authors : Sparkling Diamond Satine & peridot mousey
Disclaimer : Although we secretly wish we owned Obi-Wan and Christian, we don't. In fact, the closest thing we have is well, the movies and random pictures we've downloaded. I would also like to add, however, that Jedi Padawan Cerridwen Akemi belongs to me (peridot mousey) and the courtesan Felicia. So even though we don't own Star Wars or Moulin Rouge, if we could somehow appear in their worlds... this is what would happen.
Notes : This is a parody/crossover/Ewan-love/insane story. Don't be offended or anything. Just laugh and fall out of your chair! Really, it's quite alright. Also, just to ultimately confuse you, we're writing this in first person (well how else can we express our true love for Ewan? *shrugs* nevermind). Now, to help prevent your state of ultimate confusion, everytime you see this symbol ~*~ that means we've switched characters. Got it? Woo hoo! Now, we're truly so glad you've taken an interest in our little fic... so please review!
Chapter 1 : "What Dreams May Come"
"He's coming!" a few of my fellow padawan friends shouted. Every head turned. Every eye focused. Everyone in the training arena wanted to catch a glimpse of HIM. Unfortunately for me, as I instantly turned my head, my long, red, padawan braid slapped across my face and landed on the other side of the opposite shoulder. After moving the menancing braid out of my face, it was too late. That gorgeous jedi padawan with his force-inhanced run was already gone. "Sith," I murmered.
So, he was a jedi padawan - a very strange, enchanted jedi padawan. Although we rarely spoke of many things - of fools or kings - this he said to me : nothing. Absolutely nothing. Although I happened to appear where ever he was at random points of the day, batted my eyelashes, puckered my lips, humiliated myself, fallen down in front of him, stared longingly, ran through the temple screaming "Marry me, Padawan Kenobi!" - okay so most of that happened in my head, but still - that amazing creature had said nothing to me. Yet.
Despite the accusations of my friends, I was not obsessed. Well, not really. I would often reply that it was merely an... infatuation, but no one ever believed that. Some suggested I consider the Twelve Step Jedi- Obsessive Recovery Program. "Hi, I'm Padawan Cerridwen Kenobi, ahem, I mean Obi-Wan Akemi. Fine, fine, Padawen Cerridwen Akemi-Kenobi. No! Don't take me away! Not the padded walls! Anything but that!"
"Ahem, Padawan Cerridwen?" the all-too-familiar, ultimately wonderful, accent-filled, and quite nearly seductive tone inquired.
See why the recovery program is terribly tragic? If I hadn't been daydreaming about that silly thing, I could have seen the gorgeous creature coming. Oh, believe me, he's not -just- gorgeous. Short, spikey, copper- kissed locks with that oh-so-tuggable padawan braid. Amazing blue/green/gray eyes that you can just get lost in. Flawless complexion. Strong jawline. Quite kissable lips. Dimpled chin. And somehow that robe/tunic/boots combination just adds to his irresisitability. Although his personality left a few things to be desired, I could somehow - quite eaisly - fall for the strong, serious type.
"You should learn to guard your thoughts, Padawan Cerridwen," Obi-Wan stated, "even when daydreaming."
Suddenly, the realization occured to me. I had been staring longingly at him with a faint hint of drool tracing the edge of my lower lip. And, to my dismay, I was the only one staring. Everyone else had, apparantly left a long while ago.
"Oh Force!" I wailed as I blushed cherry-blossom pink, "I'm dreadfully sorry, Padawan Kenobi."
"Don't apologize. It's not like your the first one to be stuck in such a situation," he said with an amused smirk. "Most of the padawans - and even a few masters - find me to be so hauntingly attractive. I just hope you aren't one of those obsessive girls who stares through my window while I get dressed in the morning."
"Ahem, of course not!" I chirped a little too quickly. I was a horrible liar, but Sith, who could resist not staring through his window in the morning? I mean, he's just so -
"Remember, guard those thoughts, Padawan Cerridwen and try not to drool so much," he said.
So, um, did I mention he was just a little arrogant? So perhaps his ego was so very large that I often wondered just how he managed to fit through doorways and star systems, but he was just so "hauntingly attractive". A bit of a jerk? Yes, but...
~*~
I was completely bored with everything here at the Moulin Rouge. It was always the same thing. Dance and sing, go up to your apartment and indulge some poor man's fantasies. Once Satine died, I prayed that Christian would fall in love with me...just like every other woman. I looked into my sad reflection and applied more makeup. "Maybe...just maybe. If I could convince good old Harold to let me do Satine's dance moves I could seduce that grand ol' poet!"
I sauntered down the long halls to find I was face to face with the sad, bearded poet. What was he doing here...backstage in the Moulin Rouge?? Shouldn't he be at home...sulking over some Absinthe?
"Oh...hello," Christian said.
Oh my god, he said HI TO ME!!! I almost fainted, but I regained composure just in time. With a flirt of my skirts and a bat of the eyelash, I suddenly realized all my flirting had gotten me face to face with...nobody. Christian vanished as quickly as he came, and once again I was hopelessly in love with someone who couldn't pay for me.
It happened the last time I appeared in a nightclub. I got kicked out of that one because I...well I set the dressing room ablaze with my bad smoking habit. Don't worry; I'm over that now.
Finally it had come, my chance to shine like a star. Harold Zidler was giving me the chance to be the Sparkling Diamond! He even arranged with me one night...totally alone with the young, handsome poet.
I stepped onto the swing and strutted my stuff. I searched the crowd for Christian, but noticed that he was too busy sulking over Satine to not even notice me. It was then that I realized he was pressured into this visit by his oh-so-tragically-impoverished bohemian friends.
"Diamonds...are a girl's best friend!" I finished off the song and winked all the way down at Christian, hoping he'd at least show some interest in me. I looked like a fool on the dance floor when Christian barely moved unless it was to twirl me.
~*~
I sat in my room with a few tears falling from my onyx eyes and rolling down my still faintly cherry-blossom pink cheeks. Another realization had occured to me. As much as I truly adored that handsome jedi, I was nothing but another member of his fanclub to him.
"Oh if only..." I whispered as I stared at my reflection.
Why was I talking to myself? And, most importantly, why was I so upset over such a thing? A jedi isn't supposed to fall in love. A jedi is supposed to restore peace and justice to the galaxy, not waste precious time being distracted by the gorgeous Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi.
"...I could fly away and find..."
Obi-Wan Kenobi wasn't perfect. Physically, well, yes, but other than his charming good looks, it could never work anyway. He held no sort of appreciation for poetry. He couldn't sing - and Force help us all if he tried. He couldn't dance, nor did he want to. He took the typical strong and serious type to an extreme that wasn't exactly pleasant.
"...someone with the most perfectly lovely qualities..."
What was I really wishing for? I knew that such a creature didn't exist in the jedi temple. I was just silly, little Padawan Cerridwen with dreams and hopes that meant nothing here. I was a daydreamer and a poet, far from a grand jedi. If I broke one more thing with my lightsabre, I could quite possibly get expelled from the jedi academy. It's not like I meant to do anything wrong. Everything was basically repaired. Well, almost everything. Poor Master Yoda might never forgive me. A lifetime of having to look up at everyone must be terrible.
"...who could love me just the way I am."
Suddenly, a feeling of lightheadedness came over me. I reached out for the closest thing to keep from falling down - the mirror. Darkness quickly swirled around me. Then... out of nowhere.. ~*poof*~
~*~
I ran back to my dressing room, horrified with what happened. I realized that I wasn't horrified...I was afraid that I would never love again! Suddenly, my knuckles stung and I heard a raspy laugh in my ear. Where the heck did that come from??
I stared into my mirror and noticed that no one was there, so I had to be going delirious from Marie tying my corset extra tightly tonight. I suddenly had the urge to break into song, and so I did.
"One day...I'll fly away!"
But my song was never completed. For, when I took one long look into that mirror, an eerie darkness surrounded me and beckoned for me to reach inside. It made false lies that I would find love again, which I knew would never be true, because I was a courtesan...we courtesan can't love. But, something inside me made me touch it...and I was suddenly 'poofing' into another universe.
Authors : Sparkling Diamond Satine & peridot mousey
Disclaimer : Although we secretly wish we owned Obi-Wan and Christian, we don't. In fact, the closest thing we have is well, the movies and random pictures we've downloaded. I would also like to add, however, that Jedi Padawan Cerridwen Akemi belongs to me (peridot mousey) and the courtesan Felicia. So even though we don't own Star Wars or Moulin Rouge, if we could somehow appear in their worlds... this is what would happen.
Notes : This is a parody/crossover/Ewan-love/insane story. Don't be offended or anything. Just laugh and fall out of your chair! Really, it's quite alright. Also, just to ultimately confuse you, we're writing this in first person (well how else can we express our true love for Ewan? *shrugs* nevermind). Now, to help prevent your state of ultimate confusion, everytime you see this symbol ~*~ that means we've switched characters. Got it? Woo hoo! Now, we're truly so glad you've taken an interest in our little fic... so please review!
Chapter 1 : "What Dreams May Come"
"He's coming!" a few of my fellow padawan friends shouted. Every head turned. Every eye focused. Everyone in the training arena wanted to catch a glimpse of HIM. Unfortunately for me, as I instantly turned my head, my long, red, padawan braid slapped across my face and landed on the other side of the opposite shoulder. After moving the menancing braid out of my face, it was too late. That gorgeous jedi padawan with his force-inhanced run was already gone. "Sith," I murmered.
So, he was a jedi padawan - a very strange, enchanted jedi padawan. Although we rarely spoke of many things - of fools or kings - this he said to me : nothing. Absolutely nothing. Although I happened to appear where ever he was at random points of the day, batted my eyelashes, puckered my lips, humiliated myself, fallen down in front of him, stared longingly, ran through the temple screaming "Marry me, Padawan Kenobi!" - okay so most of that happened in my head, but still - that amazing creature had said nothing to me. Yet.
Despite the accusations of my friends, I was not obsessed. Well, not really. I would often reply that it was merely an... infatuation, but no one ever believed that. Some suggested I consider the Twelve Step Jedi- Obsessive Recovery Program. "Hi, I'm Padawan Cerridwen Kenobi, ahem, I mean Obi-Wan Akemi. Fine, fine, Padawen Cerridwen Akemi-Kenobi. No! Don't take me away! Not the padded walls! Anything but that!"
"Ahem, Padawan Cerridwen?" the all-too-familiar, ultimately wonderful, accent-filled, and quite nearly seductive tone inquired.
See why the recovery program is terribly tragic? If I hadn't been daydreaming about that silly thing, I could have seen the gorgeous creature coming. Oh, believe me, he's not -just- gorgeous. Short, spikey, copper- kissed locks with that oh-so-tuggable padawan braid. Amazing blue/green/gray eyes that you can just get lost in. Flawless complexion. Strong jawline. Quite kissable lips. Dimpled chin. And somehow that robe/tunic/boots combination just adds to his irresisitability. Although his personality left a few things to be desired, I could somehow - quite eaisly - fall for the strong, serious type.
"You should learn to guard your thoughts, Padawan Cerridwen," Obi-Wan stated, "even when daydreaming."
Suddenly, the realization occured to me. I had been staring longingly at him with a faint hint of drool tracing the edge of my lower lip. And, to my dismay, I was the only one staring. Everyone else had, apparantly left a long while ago.
"Oh Force!" I wailed as I blushed cherry-blossom pink, "I'm dreadfully sorry, Padawan Kenobi."
"Don't apologize. It's not like your the first one to be stuck in such a situation," he said with an amused smirk. "Most of the padawans - and even a few masters - find me to be so hauntingly attractive. I just hope you aren't one of those obsessive girls who stares through my window while I get dressed in the morning."
"Ahem, of course not!" I chirped a little too quickly. I was a horrible liar, but Sith, who could resist not staring through his window in the morning? I mean, he's just so -
"Remember, guard those thoughts, Padawan Cerridwen and try not to drool so much," he said.
So, um, did I mention he was just a little arrogant? So perhaps his ego was so very large that I often wondered just how he managed to fit through doorways and star systems, but he was just so "hauntingly attractive". A bit of a jerk? Yes, but...
~*~
I was completely bored with everything here at the Moulin Rouge. It was always the same thing. Dance and sing, go up to your apartment and indulge some poor man's fantasies. Once Satine died, I prayed that Christian would fall in love with me...just like every other woman. I looked into my sad reflection and applied more makeup. "Maybe...just maybe. If I could convince good old Harold to let me do Satine's dance moves I could seduce that grand ol' poet!"
I sauntered down the long halls to find I was face to face with the sad, bearded poet. What was he doing here...backstage in the Moulin Rouge?? Shouldn't he be at home...sulking over some Absinthe?
"Oh...hello," Christian said.
Oh my god, he said HI TO ME!!! I almost fainted, but I regained composure just in time. With a flirt of my skirts and a bat of the eyelash, I suddenly realized all my flirting had gotten me face to face with...nobody. Christian vanished as quickly as he came, and once again I was hopelessly in love with someone who couldn't pay for me.
It happened the last time I appeared in a nightclub. I got kicked out of that one because I...well I set the dressing room ablaze with my bad smoking habit. Don't worry; I'm over that now.
Finally it had come, my chance to shine like a star. Harold Zidler was giving me the chance to be the Sparkling Diamond! He even arranged with me one night...totally alone with the young, handsome poet.
I stepped onto the swing and strutted my stuff. I searched the crowd for Christian, but noticed that he was too busy sulking over Satine to not even notice me. It was then that I realized he was pressured into this visit by his oh-so-tragically-impoverished bohemian friends.
"Diamonds...are a girl's best friend!" I finished off the song and winked all the way down at Christian, hoping he'd at least show some interest in me. I looked like a fool on the dance floor when Christian barely moved unless it was to twirl me.
~*~
I sat in my room with a few tears falling from my onyx eyes and rolling down my still faintly cherry-blossom pink cheeks. Another realization had occured to me. As much as I truly adored that handsome jedi, I was nothing but another member of his fanclub to him.
"Oh if only..." I whispered as I stared at my reflection.
Why was I talking to myself? And, most importantly, why was I so upset over such a thing? A jedi isn't supposed to fall in love. A jedi is supposed to restore peace and justice to the galaxy, not waste precious time being distracted by the gorgeous Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi.
"...I could fly away and find..."
Obi-Wan Kenobi wasn't perfect. Physically, well, yes, but other than his charming good looks, it could never work anyway. He held no sort of appreciation for poetry. He couldn't sing - and Force help us all if he tried. He couldn't dance, nor did he want to. He took the typical strong and serious type to an extreme that wasn't exactly pleasant.
"...someone with the most perfectly lovely qualities..."
What was I really wishing for? I knew that such a creature didn't exist in the jedi temple. I was just silly, little Padawan Cerridwen with dreams and hopes that meant nothing here. I was a daydreamer and a poet, far from a grand jedi. If I broke one more thing with my lightsabre, I could quite possibly get expelled from the jedi academy. It's not like I meant to do anything wrong. Everything was basically repaired. Well, almost everything. Poor Master Yoda might never forgive me. A lifetime of having to look up at everyone must be terrible.
"...who could love me just the way I am."
Suddenly, a feeling of lightheadedness came over me. I reached out for the closest thing to keep from falling down - the mirror. Darkness quickly swirled around me. Then... out of nowhere.. ~*poof*~
~*~
I ran back to my dressing room, horrified with what happened. I realized that I wasn't horrified...I was afraid that I would never love again! Suddenly, my knuckles stung and I heard a raspy laugh in my ear. Where the heck did that come from??
I stared into my mirror and noticed that no one was there, so I had to be going delirious from Marie tying my corset extra tightly tonight. I suddenly had the urge to break into song, and so I did.
"One day...I'll fly away!"
But my song was never completed. For, when I took one long look into that mirror, an eerie darkness surrounded me and beckoned for me to reach inside. It made false lies that I would find love again, which I knew would never be true, because I was a courtesan...we courtesan can't love. But, something inside me made me touch it...and I was suddenly 'poofing' into another universe.
