Disclaimed, both the characters and the lyrics for the song…whatever. Just don't sue me, please. I have nothing!!
I don't know this has been done yet, so I'll explain it. I went on a very long trip over the summer with some kids from my youth group. I was the youngest on the trip, and was rather antisocial. Okay, the excuse was to come up with new fanfiction ideas, but in reality those kids scared the crap out of me. I hadn't seen them in years, other than in passing. I thought that they would kill me, pretty much. But, to my surprise, they had changed for the better, and even encouraged me to join the group.
One of the ways they dragged me in was with a listing of songs from the nineties, recent movies, really wherever there was a good song, it was on the list.
So here's what I'm going to do: I have written a fanfiction to go along with each song. Unless it's a medley (there are a couple used in a certain musical coming up), in which case I don't know what I'll do, I'm going to put lyrics straight out of the song in and underline them. You can guess just in your head, or you put your guess in your review, e-mail me what you think, whatever. It's just an idea I had.
FYI: The story might be inspired by just one of the lyrics, or the song itself. It most likely won't reference any movie or play it might be in/associated with.
So here we go, song number three:
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Why couldn't the silly Dog see it? "Love is a many splendored thing; love lifts us up where we belong! All you need is love," Rosto said as he walked to the market with Beka.
"Please, don't start that again," she murmured loud enough for only him to hear. The last thing she wanted was for all of Corus to hear her romantic problems. Worse yet— her romantic problems with the Rogue.
He had convinced her that there was nothing wrong with taking a simple stroll to the evening market on her day off. Then, he pounced.
"Beka, listen to me. All you need is love."
"A girl has got to eat."
"No, I'm sure of it. All you need is love."
"She'll end up on the street!"
He was being as stubborn as Pounce. "All you need is love."
"Love is just a game." There. Now they could get back to normal conversation, like the weather. Nothing wrong with talking about the weather. Nothing wrong at all.
Rosto was silent for a moment, looking at her. "Shall I turn poetic on you, then? Fine. Beka, I was made for loving you, just as you were made for loving me."
Beka snorted. "You're hardly a bard. Stick to playing your flute, Master the Piper."
"C'mon, Beka. One night in the name of love."
That got her angry. Did he think her just another mot? One more notch on his belt?
It wasn't as if she was hurt by him thinking her just another mot. Of course not. She was simply angry at his disrespect for females, that's all. "How many times have you recited this to a mot, hmm? It seems well practiced enough. You should become a spintry, you wouldn't have to lure the gixies in with sarden verses!"
You crazy fool, I won't give into you.
They reached a square. Mots of all ages sat on the edge of a fountain, washing clothes. One about her age was singing. Right now, that only seemed to fuel Beka's anger.
"She has a pretty voice, go chase her and leave me alone! Just don't blame me if she has a cove already. I—" He stopped walking, and for a moment Beka wondered if he were actually considering it.
Her chest hurt. Maybe she should look into having a healer take a look. She would ask Kora tomorrow.
Rosto started to smirk, and she stared blankly back. What was he so cocky about now? Suddenly, Beka recognized the song being sung. It was a well-known ballad about a noble gixie falling in love with a thief that was trying to steal from her father.
"Oh, you'd think with all of the poverty and problems in the world, the people would have had enough of silly love songs."
"I doubt anyone will tire of them. It's a story that will never grow old."
"Are you starting to fancy yourself a romantic as well as a poet, you looby? Love makes us act like we are fools. Besides, I'm not about to throw our lives away for something as small as one day."
"Not even if it's filled with love and you're the happiest you've ever been? Where, for just once, everything in the world seems right?"
Why couldn't he see why they couldn't be together? "Rosto, you'll be mean. Just like every other cove."
"No, I won't. And every cove? You must mean every rogue." He was growing impatient. Here he was, spouting off sarden poetry, weeks' worth of work, his dignity and pride in the dust, and she was shooting it all down!
"And I… I'll drink all the time worrying about whether this is the night you've been overthrown and killed or not!"
"Beka, be my mot." He was growing desperate, and was starting to regret having this conversation in the middle of the street. His room would be so much better. Even better yet, his bed.
"We can't do that!" Tears were starting to form in her eyes. Beka knew that if she could just finish this exchange, just hold out and stay strong, everything would be fine.
He couldn't think of anything else to convince her of his sincerity—that once she was his, she would be his one and only. Rosto had no more tricks up his sleeve. None, except…
They were near an alley. Before she could react, he seized her arm and dragged her into the shadows.
"Rosto, what do you think you're—"
He kissed her.
Beka struggled for a moment, and then stopped. She was rapidly starting to forget what was so wrong with being involved with the Scanran.
It took all of his will to pull back. "Beka, I love you. Why can't you see that I love you?"
Beka was starting to get confused. This was all too much! "You don't love me."
He shook her gently. "Beka, listen to me. Listen to me and believe me. I love you. I've been with mots before—"
"Thank you so much for reminding me!"
"—and I've never felt anything close to this with any of them before. Beka, I swear that if you don't at the very least accept that I love you, I'll jump into the Olorun and never bother you again."
She had been so convinced that the cause of any feelings for her was boredom and maybe even lust, and all she had for him was a sad combination of desire and infatuation. But he looked so sincere…
Beka looked into his eyes, tears spilling forth. "Rosto, I—I don't know what to do. I'm scared. I—" She had never felt this way before. Part of her felt like she'd just been kicked in the gut, and the other was so happy Beka could barely keep from singing, laughing, dancing, anything to show how elated she was feeling.
He took her into a tight hug. "Believe me, Terrier— I'm just as confused as you are. But it'll be okay from now on. I promise." It was a fool's promise, he knew, especially taking into account their work, but he didn't know what else to say, and it just felt right in the tense moment.
Rosto held her a little longer, not wanting to let her go. Finally, he did so, but made sure to keep her hand in his.
"Rosto, please, let's go home." Right now, he wanted nothing more than to do just that. With his little Dog in tow, of course.
Not wanting to risk upsetting the moment with the noise of the street, he led her through alleys, taking little time.
She had accepted his love. That's all he would ask for now.
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This is dedicated to Blackbird, my beta, who try as she might could not keep me from using those pesky little fragments. Oh, and Blackbird? I'm afraid I'll never get into the habit of using semicolons, my dear.
Okies, this chapter is riddled with hints, but here's another: It's a medley, but is found in a well-known musical.
There. Also, except for towards the end, almost every other line is a lyric.
Time for last chapter's! Drumroll, please.
It was: Hit the Road, Jack! Wow, sort of easy, hm?
