A friend of mine challenged me to write a 'fic with the same basic plot for as many different fandoms as possible. When I accepted, he threw in that I have to use the same song as well. So here's attempt one, PRIS.
"Catch, Andros!"
"Watch it!"
"I'm over here, not over there!"
Two little boys had
Two little toys
Each had a wooden horse
Six-year-old Andros and Zhane played in the forest near their home.
Gaily they played
Each summer's day
Warriors both of course.
One of Zhane's favourite games—though Andros wasn't so fond of it—was playing Soldier with the wooden horses his uncle had given them both.
Then one little chap
Had a mishap.
Broke off his horse's head.
So Andros wasn't entirely upset when he tripped one day, cracking his horse's neck against a large stone. He was a little saddened, thinking about the great games they'd played, though.
Wept for his toy,
Then smiled with joy.
When his young playmate said…
When he looked up Zhane was standing over him, examining the wreck with interest.
"It broke." Andros said a bit unnecessarily.
"Yeah, it did." Zhane agreed. "How're you gonna play now?"
"Can't." Andros shrugged. Zhane thought for a minute, then his eyes lit up.
"Yes you can!"
"Did you think I would leave you crying,
When there's room on my horse for two?
Climb up here, and
Don't be crying
I can go just as fast with two.
"When we grow up we'll both be Soldiers,
And our horses will not be toys,
But I wonder if we'll remember,
When we were two little boys."
When Andros's mother came to call them home they were racing about, both on the one horse.
Ten years later, Dark Spectre turned his attentions to KO35. And the first to sign up for the Defence Force were Andros and Zhane.
Long years passed,
War came at last,
Bravely they marched away,
It wasn't like they'd pretended, they discovered. Battle was hot and noisy and confusing, and they were never 100% sure what was going on. So it was a relief when the Astro Powers were discovered, and they both were among the teens chosen to hold them.
Only a month later, Dark Spectre tired of the on-going battle. He put everything he had into one last battle.
Separated from their team-mates, Andros and Zhane fought back-to-back, determined not to lose.
"Andros! There's too many of them!" Zhane called. Andros rushed at the nearest monster, but, tired from the battle, misjudged his leap and allowed the monster to pin him. Struggling futilely he saw the monster raise it's sword…
Saw the rush of silver…
Saw Zhane falling in slow motion.
Cannon roared loud,
In the mad crowd,
Wounded and dying lay.
"Zhane!"
Then up went a shout,
A horse galloped out.
Out from the ranks so blue,
Galloped away
To where he lay,
Then came a voice he knew.
"It's ok, Zhane, don't worry…I'll take care of you…"
"Did you think I would leave you dying,
When there's room on my horse for two?
Climb up here, and
We'll soon be flying,
I can go just as fast with two.
"Do you feel that I'm all a-tremble?
Perhaps it's the battle's noise.
But I think it's
That I remember
When we were two little boys."
Two years later, when Zhane woke up, Andros told him all that had happened since that day. When he'd finished, Zhane shook his head.
"What?"
"I just can't believe you did all that."
"Why?"
"Did you think I would leave you dying,
When there's room on my horse for two?
Climb up here, and
We'll soon be flying,
Back to the ranks so blue…
"Did you say that I'm all a-tremble?
Perhaps it's the battle's noise.
But I think it's
That I remember
When we were two little boys."
"Why?" Andros repeated. "You'd have done it for me."
When we were two little boys…