Tell Me Where is Fancy Bred

By Jay Orin

Disclaimer:

I wished I owned this, But I don't Wish you'd pay me, But you won't I read a phrase that still rings true, "Me no own, so you no sue." (I only own Chocolate's daughters, Café au Lait, and Mocha)

Prologue

It was midnight and Toulouse was with his fairy Maiden again. He had been with her ever since the Moulin Rouge was shut down. The Duke had, in his possessive rage, done one thing right: he had made sure to have Zidler sign the contract giving all the rights to the nightclub to him. Zidler and his precious Diamond Dogs now had no place to go. His new best friend, Christian, was suffering from the heartache of losing his one true love, something that diminutive artist wished he could sympathize with. Unfortunately, his one true love was, at the moment, at the bottom of the bottle, and that beautiful green fairy was not able to love him back. Henri Toulouse-Latrec came to the conclusion that life was unbearably tragic.

She was alone and frightened. The Moulin Rouge was the only home she knew, and it now belonged to the vindictive Duke. Many people hated the duke, but not as much as Café au Lait did, and with good reason. Her father and sister had died making their last stand for the Moulin Rouge. Her father, Chocolaté, was found dead, with a stiletto in his throat, and her sister...well, the less she thought about the state she found her younger in, the better. Her eye burned with anger, fear, and a melancholy so heavy that it threatened to crush her.

I'm not going to cry she thought determinedly I am not going to give in to tears.

Café knew that there were only three choices for her; she either had to become a nun, a prostitute, or depend on her aunts, Mary and Helen Hately. They both were women who lived up to their surname, and Café would rather don a habit or nothing at all than stay with the two hags.

Not liking any of her choices, she made a fourth choice. She loped off her long, dark hair and bound her breasts, and Café au Lait was dead. Kenya Kuwait was born.

Hi, this is My Moulin Rouge Fanfic. I was peeved that in real life (as in the movie) Toulouse never got love, though he longed for it so much. I am a big John Leguazamo fan, and I have a thing for sidekicks. So, Toulouse gets love. I also was interested in Chocolaté, and wanted to expand his history. So, he gets two daughters. This is probably a Mary Sue, so please don't flame me. I know it. Constructive criticism only.