**turns on the St. Virgo's Cathedral Remix (smith version to be
exact.)**
Okay, chapter two. I apologize for making my *two* fans wait so long, because I would like to say, my lack of updates have been cut short because I am now a proud horse owner! (happy dance!) I'll write a fic to the person who can guess his name. (it's not too hard.) (hugs her new horsie!) Anyway, for hard core fans of the movie, yes, I'm skipping a scene. Why? I liked the deleted scene more. And the irony of the situation, William, (main character in the movie) chose a Phoenix for their banner, and what, per chance, is Suzaku? It was the deleted scene that got the wooden wheels turning in my brain. I just thought it was so completely ironic, the phoenix rising from the ashes. . . . . Wait, I'm not done with you yet! I couldn't think of any way to make Kouji sound "enthusiastic" other than his pysical actions. I'm not to good at his character, I guess I want to make him into a Tokaki hyped up on sugar. **bows repeatdly** Gomen, I'm trying honest, but suggestions ppl, suggestions are nice! While I'm on the subject, hwo am I doing portraying Tasuki (apparently Genrou so far) and Chichiri-san?Wai, I wanna know! (I'm really bad at this, can't you tell? I'll write something, then I'll post it as soon as I can, and if I go and re-read it, I can't stand it, and I'll either delete it or grind my teeth in my sleep.I just think the whole thing stinks, and my judgement gets really bad, considering I really don't look at the characters, just grammar and spelling and repeadtivness. Wait, is my insecruity an author/ artist thing? Is it possible for one to like one's worth? In "twinkle twinkle little bat" is a like a diamond, or a teatray? **momentary pause to regain 1% of santiy.) Oro, I rambled again. GOMEN! Read, now, the story, not this! Go read!
From the Ashes
The fire was smoldering, but it still gave light throughout the cave, not to mention a much needed warmth and dryness from the rain outside. Kouji stared at the roasting fish Chichiri-san was daintily preparing, but for a change, Genrou's mind was not on food, or even sake. He sat and stared at the fire, an arm propped upon his knee.
"Careful Genrou-san, you'll burn you eyes out if you stare to hard na no da."
Genrou snorted lightly, and tried to run a finger through his hair. It was so matted, and course, like the fuzz on his face. Kouji adjusted his shirt and slicked his bangs back. Chichiri prodded the fish some more.
How could he get the words out?
"Guys," Genrou started uncomfortably "how long do you think we could keep this up?"
"Keep what up, Gen-Chan?"
Genrou spat at the now smoldering ashes. He carefully eyed his comrades from the depths of his pupils.
"Instead of this . . . we could lead the life of a knight and squires." he said weakly.
The silence between the crew was unstable.
"Genrou-" Chichiri began.
"We don't have a damn knight, idiot."
Genrou's eyes fell to the ashes again, and he heaved a raspy sigh.
"We could be reborn," he checked himself, making sure he didn't sound to stupid. "Like a phoenix, rising from the ashes of it's flame."
The two older men blinked at the red headed teen, unsure of what to say or think.
"Yeah, that's all well an' good, 'cept we still don't have a knight!" Kouji blurted out. Chichiri shot the brash youth a glance, then turned his attention back to Genrou. "What are you proposing, no da?"
Gen-chan looked at the two from behind the curling smoke of the now dead fire. He wasn't joking, not that that was a consideration, but the seriousness of his eyes, their intensity caught even Kouji's attention. Just the way they seemed to find light on a overcast and raining eve brought stillness throughout the cave, the light of an optimist. For a moment, it was as if the rain stopped too.
"I would be willing to joust, to pretend to be a knight, and that way we could earn money, maybe even horses-"
"And hot DAMES!" Kouji added.
"Win dames no da?" Chichiri inquired.
"Well," Kouji turned rose pink. "we could win their hearts with our dashing, gallant, and manly profiles!"
Genrou and Chichiri groaned, rolling their eyes.
"And if we're caught Genrou? What will happen then na no da?" Chichiri leaned forward, eager to hear the younger man's word to wiggle out of this corner.
"Caught? 'Che, right. How would anyone know?"
"Yeah," Kouji added his two sense in. "How could anyone distinguish us from a bunch of royal bastards and bitches?"
Chichiri eyed the two flea ridden, b.o reeking, greasy haired former bandits with ruined rags that were "stitched" together across their chest in what were attempts of shirts. His good eye twitched a bit.
"Ah....... you're right, h-how could they p-possibly notice, no da."
"Good, it's settled then!" Genrou displayed his copyrighted fanged grin.
"Ne, one problem though," the red added cautiously. "we need a new banner, an emblem to signify out manliness!"
"How 'bout a tweety bird, no da." Chichiri commented placidly.
"Shaddup, mister blue haired smarty pants, it's you're manhood too." Kouji folded his arms crossly.
"Well," Chichiri did his best to sound neutral. "what's wrong with Sir Ector's White Stag?"
"Somebody might recognize it." Genrou pointed out.
"How 'bout A WOLF!" Kouji shouted enthusiastically, waving his arms around.
"Lying down; with his head raised no da!" Chichiri replied, almost as excited.
"Standing!"
"Rearing no da!"
"Wolves are to common, they're like lions." Genrou said dully. Then a brightness seemed to fall on his face. "Can't you see it, a Phoenix, its end is its beginning . . . . like us.
Chichiri nodded his head in agreement, and a silence fell back upon the threesome.
"Then how about graspin' in it's talons, A WOLF!" Kouji jumped up, eyes bulging, arms swinging around in circles again.
Genrou and Chichiri just stared at him.
Kouji sat down slowly and begrudgingly put his chin in his palm. "Just think about it," he muttered.
Okay, chapter two. I apologize for making my *two* fans wait so long, because I would like to say, my lack of updates have been cut short because I am now a proud horse owner! (happy dance!) I'll write a fic to the person who can guess his name. (it's not too hard.) (hugs her new horsie!) Anyway, for hard core fans of the movie, yes, I'm skipping a scene. Why? I liked the deleted scene more. And the irony of the situation, William, (main character in the movie) chose a Phoenix for their banner, and what, per chance, is Suzaku? It was the deleted scene that got the wooden wheels turning in my brain. I just thought it was so completely ironic, the phoenix rising from the ashes. . . . . Wait, I'm not done with you yet! I couldn't think of any way to make Kouji sound "enthusiastic" other than his pysical actions. I'm not to good at his character, I guess I want to make him into a Tokaki hyped up on sugar. **bows repeatdly** Gomen, I'm trying honest, but suggestions ppl, suggestions are nice! While I'm on the subject, hwo am I doing portraying Tasuki (apparently Genrou so far) and Chichiri-san?Wai, I wanna know! (I'm really bad at this, can't you tell? I'll write something, then I'll post it as soon as I can, and if I go and re-read it, I can't stand it, and I'll either delete it or grind my teeth in my sleep.I just think the whole thing stinks, and my judgement gets really bad, considering I really don't look at the characters, just grammar and spelling and repeadtivness. Wait, is my insecruity an author/ artist thing? Is it possible for one to like one's worth? In "twinkle twinkle little bat" is a like a diamond, or a teatray? **momentary pause to regain 1% of santiy.) Oro, I rambled again. GOMEN! Read, now, the story, not this! Go read!
From the Ashes
The fire was smoldering, but it still gave light throughout the cave, not to mention a much needed warmth and dryness from the rain outside. Kouji stared at the roasting fish Chichiri-san was daintily preparing, but for a change, Genrou's mind was not on food, or even sake. He sat and stared at the fire, an arm propped upon his knee.
"Careful Genrou-san, you'll burn you eyes out if you stare to hard na no da."
Genrou snorted lightly, and tried to run a finger through his hair. It was so matted, and course, like the fuzz on his face. Kouji adjusted his shirt and slicked his bangs back. Chichiri prodded the fish some more.
How could he get the words out?
"Guys," Genrou started uncomfortably "how long do you think we could keep this up?"
"Keep what up, Gen-Chan?"
Genrou spat at the now smoldering ashes. He carefully eyed his comrades from the depths of his pupils.
"Instead of this . . . we could lead the life of a knight and squires." he said weakly.
The silence between the crew was unstable.
"Genrou-" Chichiri began.
"We don't have a damn knight, idiot."
Genrou's eyes fell to the ashes again, and he heaved a raspy sigh.
"We could be reborn," he checked himself, making sure he didn't sound to stupid. "Like a phoenix, rising from the ashes of it's flame."
The two older men blinked at the red headed teen, unsure of what to say or think.
"Yeah, that's all well an' good, 'cept we still don't have a knight!" Kouji blurted out. Chichiri shot the brash youth a glance, then turned his attention back to Genrou. "What are you proposing, no da?"
Gen-chan looked at the two from behind the curling smoke of the now dead fire. He wasn't joking, not that that was a consideration, but the seriousness of his eyes, their intensity caught even Kouji's attention. Just the way they seemed to find light on a overcast and raining eve brought stillness throughout the cave, the light of an optimist. For a moment, it was as if the rain stopped too.
"I would be willing to joust, to pretend to be a knight, and that way we could earn money, maybe even horses-"
"And hot DAMES!" Kouji added.
"Win dames no da?" Chichiri inquired.
"Well," Kouji turned rose pink. "we could win their hearts with our dashing, gallant, and manly profiles!"
Genrou and Chichiri groaned, rolling their eyes.
"And if we're caught Genrou? What will happen then na no da?" Chichiri leaned forward, eager to hear the younger man's word to wiggle out of this corner.
"Caught? 'Che, right. How would anyone know?"
"Yeah," Kouji added his two sense in. "How could anyone distinguish us from a bunch of royal bastards and bitches?"
Chichiri eyed the two flea ridden, b.o reeking, greasy haired former bandits with ruined rags that were "stitched" together across their chest in what were attempts of shirts. His good eye twitched a bit.
"Ah....... you're right, h-how could they p-possibly notice, no da."
"Good, it's settled then!" Genrou displayed his copyrighted fanged grin.
"Ne, one problem though," the red added cautiously. "we need a new banner, an emblem to signify out manliness!"
"How 'bout a tweety bird, no da." Chichiri commented placidly.
"Shaddup, mister blue haired smarty pants, it's you're manhood too." Kouji folded his arms crossly.
"Well," Chichiri did his best to sound neutral. "what's wrong with Sir Ector's White Stag?"
"Somebody might recognize it." Genrou pointed out.
"How 'bout A WOLF!" Kouji shouted enthusiastically, waving his arms around.
"Lying down; with his head raised no da!" Chichiri replied, almost as excited.
"Standing!"
"Rearing no da!"
"Wolves are to common, they're like lions." Genrou said dully. Then a brightness seemed to fall on his face. "Can't you see it, a Phoenix, its end is its beginning . . . . like us.
Chichiri nodded his head in agreement, and a silence fell back upon the threesome.
"Then how about graspin' in it's talons, A WOLF!" Kouji jumped up, eyes bulging, arms swinging around in circles again.
Genrou and Chichiri just stared at him.
Kouji sat down slowly and begrudgingly put his chin in his palm. "Just think about it," he muttered.