Me: Hey there Fanfiction Community, this is DasSchnabeltier here with the first of my story-re-continuing-update-chapter-thingy's… The latest chapter for DoubleCrossed and Back Into the Fray waits beneath, read, review, and recall I am coming out of not writing for about six weeks.
Phineas: Yeah! We still need to get back into the groove.
Me: Did we ever have a 'groove' to begin with?
Phineas: Probably not.
On board the Suzuya:
Darkness enveloped the ship as it steamed only a few meters from the shoreline, a dense fog hiding most of the view enabled only the steady sounds of waves crashing into rocks to reveal their location. Soldiers of the resistance occasionally marched along the wooden decks, their jackboots making a militaristic clumping noise throughout the vessel. No longer at war speed, the Suzuya sailed a lazy speed, barely rocking. At the bow, watching the keel of the ship slicing cleaning through the water was Ferb, his green hair rustling in the night's breeze. Phineas and Isabella were in the crow's nest, their laughter and romanticized voices causing a small smile to creep upon the otherwise unemotional face. Baljeet suddenly bolted across the decks, being chased by a rambunctious and determined Buford. Again Ferb smiled, though it made him feel already like an ancient grandfather looking back on his legacy.
A lighter clicking against the wooden decks made him look up, and to his unrevealed delight a feminine figure was sauntering gentle around the decks, almost as if trying to look inconspicuous. Too much so, Ferb thought. She was looking out across the ocean along the port side, and while her back was to him, Ferb moved. Within moments, he was behind her without making a peep, and stood beside, watching her.
"I'm confused," she finally said, surprising Ferb almost enough to make him fall off the ship. "We kissed inside the ship, and you haven't said a word about it since, or even said a word to reminisce to me about anything since we've been back together."
Ferb took a moment to contemplate the situation, and then responded with wry wit, "I don't believe I've said much of anything to anyone at anytime." He winced after Emily shot him an obviously un-amused glare, and then corrected himself, "I mean to say, that I am indeed lacking in anything I wish to say. You state confusion as entangling yourself, in this instance, it ensnares my tongue."
Emily let out a small sigh, or perhaps laughs, Ferb couldn't be sure, "You're always the poet, Ferb."
"My heart controls my tongue, my mind tries to make sense out of the two, it doesn't normally end well, love," Ferb said. His arm placed itself around her shoulders, "But do you doubt then I do care for you?"
"You're an able linguist too, dearest," Emily said, a slightly dangerous tone taking over her voice. Her own arm found his lower back and waist, and drew him in close, forcing him to stare into her shining blue eyes, which had a hunter's glare deep inside them, "I do not doubt you care for me, what I doubt is that you love me. Please give me some insight into your world for a minute Ferb…"
Perhaps merely entranced by the situation, Ferb was still at a loss for words, but not of ideas. His other arm found her other shoulder, and he bent down to kiss her on the lips. He felt her giggle as the kiss was dragged out, which caused him to smile.
After they broke apart, the questioning glare in Emily's eyes had vanished, "Well played," she sighed out, leaning into Ferb's arms.
"Herr Kommandant," a sharp, German accent, bit into the serenity of the moment, and Ferb gave a frustrated sigh to rock the heavens. D-Ferb stood at an open bulkhead, his hunched and militaristic form silhouetted by a flickering light from within. "You are needed in a meeting; we shall be making port before dawn breaks. Kommen Sie bitte hier."
Emily rolled her eyes and tried to break Ferb's grasp, but he held on, and kissed her forehead, "As much as I'd spend every minute with you, love, there's a war on." Emily nodded, and then allowed Ferb to leave.
"I didn't mean to interrupt anything," D-Ferb said, "I didn't…" his sentence was cut off by a sideward glance by Ferb which clearly told him to shut up. The two continued into a large room where Phineas, Buford, Baljeet, Isabella, and Mark already stood around a large map. Upon the map were small figurines and flags, including a ship-shaped marker labeled Suzuya.
"Welcome to the war room," Baljeet said, grabbing a large tool, similar to a pool cue, and sliding an army man forward on the board. Phineas immediately slid a tank into the same position, and knocked the infantry man away, "Darn it."
"You see Ferb, the Neuer Auftrag has been in control of the world for far too long, it is time we strike back," D-Ferb began. "The factories at our Phineas' old lair are already up and running, we have three divisions full of machines already constructed. Now we-"
"You what?" Ferb asked, calmly at first, but his voice was rising, "Are you telling me that you're going through with the plan I denounced to begin with, and you," he pointed in turn to his other comrades assembled around the table, "All consented?"
"Ferb, you have to understand that, even though these machines did horrible things, if they can be used to free this dimension from tyranny it should be so," Phineas countered.
"I'm surprised you don't understand more, with what happened to her," Ferb pointed to Isabella, "and to yourself, I would think you would be allied with me. Can't you see, these machines cannot be trusted, they feel and no nothing other than easily corrupted programming!"
"Then there is your key, Ferb," D-Ferb said, "Before we use them in battle, program a failsafe if you wish, and keep the remote. Automatic shutdown upon command of you if they become untrustworthy, there can be nothing wrong with your opinion then, can there be?"
Ferb sighed, and ran his hand through his hair, thinking this offer over. "Alright," he concluded, "alright we can use them if I can program a failsafe mechanism into every single machine, that condition only, understand?"
"Good on you, Freund," D-Ferb said, clapping Ferb on his back and smiling triumphantly, "You'll see, these machines will help us free Danville." D-Ferb placed a humanoid like robotic piece upon the war table, and shoved all the other pieces and the map away off the table, sending them clattering to the floor. The rest of the gang burst into cackle-like victory laughs, and Ferb broke a small smile, even though his eyes betrayed his negative emotions. Bidding a due, he left the chamber and went back onto the chilling, dark enveloped deck.
"Dammit!" he cussed into the wind, his fingers gripping the railing with a darker malice, "The sight of victory blinds them yet, and this is going to be a rough battle."
"Not quite as poetic as before, but still pretty lyrical," Emily said, sliding her arm around his and drawing him in close, "What's on your mind?"
"War, or the planning of therein, the rest of them," Ferb swung a hand towards the open door to the war room, "want to, and have, reactivated the machines that the gang fought the last time we were here. I don't think it is going to work, and if it does, it will by a pyrrhic victory." He sighed in frustration, and then yelled for lack of anything better to do.
Emily kissed him on the cheek, and cuddled in closer, "Perhaps this is what needs be done, I think it comes to victory at all costs. Tally-ho and all that jazz."
Ferb let out a weak laugh, "Yeah that will be the day." A horn sounded, announcing that the ship was nearing port. "We'd better get ready to disembark; we've got a war to win."
"There's that positive attitude I've been waiting for, it's just another tower of blocks," Emily said.
"Just have to hope this one won't be knocked down, eh?" Ferb said, grabbing her head with a warm smile and walking towards gangplank.
Me: Alright folks, I am really in a post-Lenten (still) writer's block, I am so sorry this took so long to pump out but I just can't seem to get back into this. I will keep writing though, this WILL break eventually.
Phineas: It'd better, or we show up at your house and eat your spleen.
Me: ...That was humorously dark, I respect that.
Phineas: I'm serious, finish these.
Me: O.O Help me.