This is likely my most random story ever! I kept imagining Final Fantasy X characters performing to Moulin Rouge songs and finally decided to put it into writing. Please Read and Review!
Disclaimer: I do not own and Final Fantasy 10 characters or things, nor do I own Moulin Rouge (duh) and this applies throughout the whole story.
"There was a boy, A very strange enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far, Very far. Overland and sea. A little shy. . .And sad of eye. . but very wise was he. . . and then one day. . . one magic day, he passed my was. . . while we spoke of many things. . . fools and kings. . . this he said to me. . . 'The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.'"
The Moulin Rouge. A nightclub, a dance hall and a bordello. Ruled over by Cid. A kingdom of nighttime pleasures where the rich and the powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the Farplane. The most beautiful of all these was the woman I loved. Yuna. A courtesan, she sold her love to men. They called her "the sparkling diamond", and she was the star of the Moulin Rouge. . .The woman I loved is. . . dead.
I first came to Spira one year ago. It was 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, Cid or Yuna.
Tidus gets off a boat and looked around. The docks were crowded.
Spira had been swept up in the bohemian revolution, and I had traveled from Zanarkand to be a part of it.
Tidus was walking through the crowded streets until he finally reached the gates of Luca.
On a hill near Mihen was the village of Luca. It was not, as my father had said...
"A village of drunks and chicks!" Jecht's voice rang in Tidus's head.
...but the center of the bohemian world. . .
Tidus entered Luca and forced his way through the crowds.
. . . with musicians, painters and writers. They were known as the children of the revolution.
Yes, I had come to live a gil-less existence.
Tidus stood in his apartment, looking out the window at the Moulin Rouge. The landlord handed him a key.
I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom. . .
Tidus set up a typewriter and put some paper into it.
. . .and that which I believed in above all things, love.
"You and your stupid obsession with love!" Jecht's voice shouted in Tidus's head again.
There was only one problem. . .I'd never been in love! Luckily, right at that moment, an unconscious Ronso fell through my roof.
Tidus jumped as a large, blue Ronso came crashing through the ceiling.
He was quickly joined by a midget dressed as a Maester.
"How do you do? My name is Tobli, yes Tobli, the one and only!" Said the midget very quickly.
"What?" Tidus asked
"I'm so unbearably sorry about all this, we're just upstairs rehearsing a play." Said Tobli.
"A what?" Tidus asked.
A play, something very modern called "Spectacular Spectacular".
"And it's set in Gagazet!" Tobli exclaimed excitedly.
Unfortunately, the unconscious Ronso suffered from a sickness called Narcolepsy.
"Perfectly fine one moment, then without warningly unconscious the next!" Tobli said happily. Suddenly, four people appeared in the hole in the ceiling. Brother, Shinra, Buddy and LeBlanc. "How is he?" Shinra asked.
"Perfect. Now the narcoleptic Ronso is now unconscious, which means the scenario won't be finished in time to present at the financier tomorrow." Said LeBlanc angrily.
"She's right, Tobli. I still have to finish the music." Said Shinra.
"We just need to find some one to read the part!" Tobli said.
"And where in Spira are we supposed to find a young, sensitive Ronso poet fiendherder?" LeBlanc demanded.
Before I knew it, I was upstairs standing in for the unconscious Ronso.
"The hills animate with the euphonious symphonies of descant!" Sang Tobli.
"STOP, STOP, STOP!" LeBlanc shouted.
The loud music stopped and all the men looked at her.
"That deafening racket is ruining my script! Can't we just go with a little decorative piano?" She asked.
There seemed to be artistic differences over LeBlanc's lyrics to Shinra's song.
"I don't sink a Maester vould be singing about a hill." Said Brother.
"What if he sings 'the hills are vital, intoning the descant'?" Shinra asked.
"No, no, no, no. The hills quake and shake. . ."
"The hills. . ."
It was impossible to hear the ideas with all three men singing them at once. Suddenly, the Ronso jumped up.
"The hills incarnate with symphonic melodies!" He roared.
Everyone was silent for a moment, then the Ronso fell unconscious again and the men went back to arguing. Then Tidus got an idea.
"Hey, guys!" He shouted.
They didn't hear him. "Guys! GUYS!" He persisted, though still they didn't hear him.
Then, "THE HILLS ARE ALIVE, WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC!" He sang out.
All the others stopped arguing and looked at him. "Ze hills. . ."
". . .are alive. . ."
Shinra ran over and played it with the piano ". . .with the sound of music. . .it fits perfectly!" He said, turning to Tidus.
"With songs they have sung for a thousand years!" He continued.
The others gasped. "Incandiferous! LeBlanc, you two should write the play together!" Tobli squealed.
"What did you say?" LeBlanc asked furiously.
But Tobli's suggestion that LeBlanc and I write the play together was not what LeBlanc wanted to hear.
"GOOD-BYE AND GOOD RIDDANCE!" LeBlanc shouted, slamming the door behind her.
None of them cared. "Here's to your first job in Spira!" Tobli told Tidus excitedly, raising a glass of absinthe to him.
Tidus was a little confused. "But Tobli, Cid will never agree. No offence, Tidus, but have you ever written anything like this before?" Shinra asked.
Tidus shook his head. "Boy have talent! Kimahri likes!" The Ronso shouted, putting his hand on Tidus's crotch, then taking it off quickly "Uh, Kimahri just like talent." He added quickly.
"The hills are alive with the sound of music, see Shinra, with Tidus we can write the truly bohemian revolutionary show that we've always dreamt of!" Tobli muttered.
"But how will we convince Cid?" Shinra asked.
But Tobli had a plan.
"Yuna." He said before launching into whispers with Brother and Shinra.
They would dress me in Brother's best suit, and pass me off as a famous Al Bhed writer. Once Yuna heard my modern poetry, she would insist to her uncle, Cid, that I write "Spectacular Spectacular". The only problem was, I kept hearing my father's voice in my head!
"You'll end up wasting your life at the Moulin Rouge, just like your old man!" Jecht chuckled.
"No, I can't write the show for the Moulin Rouge!" Tidus said suddenly, bolting to the exit.
The others followed him. "But why not?" Tobli asked.
"I-I don't know if I'm even a true bohemian revolutionary." He said.
"WHAT?" They all shouted.
"Do you believe in beauty?" Tobli asked.
"Yes." Said Tidus.
"Freedom?" Kimahri asked.
"Yes, of course."
"Truth?" Shinra asked.
"Yes." Said Tidus.
"Love?" Brother asked.
"Love? Love. Above all things I believe in love. Love is like oxygen. Love is a many-splendoured thing, love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!" Said Tidus excitedly.
"See, you can't fool us! You're the voice of the children of the revolution!" Tobli cried happily!
"We can't be fooled!" The others said loudly!
"Let's drink to the new writer of the world's first bohemian revolutionary show!" Tobli said.
It was the perfect plan. I was to audition for Yuna, and I would taste my first glass of absinthe. . .
There was a boy. . .
Suddenly, the green fairy on the bottle came to life. "I'm the green fairy!" She said, flying into the sky.
"The hills are alive with the sound of music!" The men sang, raising their glasses, laughing histerically.
A very strange enchanted boy. . .
"Yeah, freedom, beauty, truth and LO-O-OVE!" The men sang as the green fairy wrote the words in the sky.
"The hills are alive. . ." She sang.
"You won't fool the children of the revolution, no you won't fool the children. . ."
". . .with the sound of music! Of the revolution, the revolution, the revolution. . ." The green fairy sang.
Suddenly, her eyes turned red and the Moulin Rouge turned into a vortex that sucked the four men in.
We were off to the Moulin Rouge, and I was to perform my poetry for Yuna...
I know this chapter was a bit dull, as most opening chapters are when I write them, but stay tuned! It gets better!
Until the next update...