41. French Toast
Le Mime glared at the happy couple before him, the French always had l'amour to rely on, but the poor mute had no one. Watching other's show their love was almost sickening.
He had his heart set on the cute little albino genius. He wanted to help the boy reach his dream, make him smile. That bâtard, Chase Young, always trampled on poor Jack's feelings. Jack wanted so badly to be noticed by the warlord, Le Mime always noticed. Jack was cute and determined.
Le Mime wasn't that much older that Jack, he was only 3 years older, Jack being 16 and the Frenchman being 19. Le Mime silently huffed in frustration, what would it take for the genius to realise his feelings. Le Mime didn't mind if his feelings weren't returned, but all he wanted was to simply to hold Jack, just once, in his arms. Jack Spicer, his flocon de neige blanc. But, alas, his affections bloomed for the dragon warlord.
A bell signified another order to be taken to a table, Le Mime snapped out of his day dream and picked up the order. French Toast? Can you be any more stereotypical? Zut alor. Le Mime ignored it for now and read the table number, 43, then went about his job. He looked for the table number, not paying attention to the customer. He hated working in this stupide café. As he went to move away, a voice stopped in his tracks. A beautiful voice that haunted his dreams, that caused his heart to flutter.
"Thanks, Le Mime." Le Mime looked up to see the albino boy genius, smiling cutely up at the Frenchman. The mime was not allowed to speak, but was allowed to sign or write. It was the only way to communicate and keep the mime happy. Le Mime signed away.
'How are you, Jack?' Jack read carefully and grinned.
"I'm good, thought I'd visit Paris for a change." Jack said as he took a bit. Le Mime grinned, and signed again.
'Mind if I join you? I have missed your company.' Jack blushed.
"Sure, go ahead." Enfin! Perhaps he could tell his beau garçon how he felt. The Frenchman sat down and signed some more.
'How have you been?' Jack laughed sourly, making Le Mime tilt his head in confusion.
"Where to start? The monks tried to break into my house to steal the Wu I had, then Wuya starts bitching about me being weak and frail-" This caused Le Mime to glare at the sound of the witch mistreating the genius. "-then Katnappe turns up to ruin my wardrobe by ripping everything to shreds. Then lastly Chase has a go at me because apparently I'm not making any progress."
Le Mime reached out to hold Jack's hand in a 'I'm sorry to hear that, I'm here for you' gesture. Jack smiled awkwardly and pulled his hand back. Le Mime looked down, maybe he was being too forward. He didn't want to Jack to think he was another Pepe Le Pew. The mimic chuckled silently, which caused Jack to send him a curious look.
"What's so funny?" Jack watched as the raven haired man signed.
'I was comparing myself to Pepe Le Pew, I'm sorry us Frenchmen are too forward.' Le Mime then gestured to his hand and to Jack's. Jack smiled shaking his head at the description.
"You aren't anything like Pepe. You are sweet, not hands-y like him. I just don't like public displays of affection, I'm not very sociable. Plus, you don't stink." Le Mime grinned, then frowned. Jack saw it.
"What's wrong?" Jack said as he finished his last piece of toast. Le Mime smiled sadly and spotted the notebook by Jack. He jotted down what he wanted to say instead of signing. After he finished, he blushed and turned the writing the right way for the genius to read.
'Je vais être franc. Je t'aime, Jack, mais je sais que mes sentiments ne seront jamais retournés. Vous l'aimez, pas moi.' Jack took a moment to translate, when he did he gasped quietly, flushing bright red.
I will just be blunt. I love you, Jack, but I know my feelings will never be returned. You love him, not me.
Jack looked up at the French mime and then gave him a sad look.
"I-...I don't know what to say." Le Mime was about to sign when suddenly a normally dressed Chase Young walked in the entrance of the café. The mime glared at the warlord and stood up. The warlord, noticing the two, walked up and stood in front of the mime.
"I thank you for keeping my seat warm." Chase smirked, cockily. Jack didn't like that, the poor impressionist had just spilled his heart out to him and he wasn't going to let Chase treat him that way.
"Chase, leave him alone. Tout suite. " Jack smiled at Le Mime, who smiled at the poor use of grammar but happy that Jack had used his language. Chase sneered at Jack whom just glared back. The mime stopped the two, signed angrily at the warlord.
'You better love him and protect him, Chase. Otherwise, I will find a way to destroy you. Jack deserves the best, but are you really the best? Will you hold him when he is upset? Hold him close when he's cold? Listen to him when he has a problem? Do anything to make him smile? Tell him how beautiful he really is? Tell him how far he's come? And most importantly, will you love him as much as I do?!' The Frenchman managed to shock the warlord into silence. Jack blushed cutely, the mime waited for Chase's answer. Chase understood the mime's jealousy.
"You have my word." The mime, frowned sadly at Jack then hardened it to look at Chase. He signed again.
'Look after him, Chase Young. Je garde mon petit génie doux sûr.' Le mime slipped into French sign language, but Chase understood. A bell in the distance took Le Mime's attention, he looked at the blushing albino, pondering for a moment. The mime decided to risk it and took the genius' hand to kiss it. Jack didn't stop him and Le Mime relished in that fact. The Frenchman left the two alone to their, obvious as the nose on your face, date.
Jack was torn. He loved Chase really he did. But he felt so bad for not being able to return Le Mime's affections. But there was nothing he could do. He was with Chase now, Chase proved time and time again that he loved Jack, so there was no lies.
As Le Mime finished his day at the café and returned to his home, he found that there was a letter in the letter box. The placed it on the small table by the door before taking off his shoes. Le Mime then picked it up and sat in on his couch in the living room. Le Mime studied it first.
It was a pink envelope, with his name scrawled on the front in small yet delicate hand writing. He mimed an envelope opener, and then proceeded to open it. Once opened the paper inside was notebook paper. Raising an eyebrow at it, Le Mime opened it up.
Merci, Le Mime.
Your kind words mean a lot to me. I had no idea you felt this way about me.
I'm sorry, you are right that I can't return your feelings. But please know this, you are the greatest friend I have right now.
If I ever had a problem, you would listen, even if you didn't understand it. You would give me hugs when I was afraid of thunder storms. You would stroke my hair when I cried. You always protected me when I was in danger.
I am glad I met you, even if you sometimes get on my nerves. I can tell you that Chase does love me, he said that you were very brave to stand up to him. It's made me feel loved in more ways than I could have ever imagined.
My words may not mean the same as yours, but, J'taime aussie, Le Mime.
Jack xxx
Le Mime, for the first time in his life, felt whole. His eyes began to water in happy tears. His Jack was happy at least.
Merci, Jack.
42. Smoke.
Chase did not care if Jack smoked, it was his decision. Jack always smoked outside, cleared up the cigarette ends into a pot or a bin and always had gum after. Jack felt self-conscious when they kissed, even though Chase had told him several times he didn't care.
Jack only smoked from time to time, Jack told Chase that he used to smoke twenty per day, when stress was too high at home and/or from the ass whooping he would get from showdowns.
Chase was very proud of the genius when he saw that Jack was slowly not needing the urge to have a drag of a cigarette. His stress levels are obviously going down. Jack smiled when noticed the change soon after Chase told him.
Jack was very proud of his achievement and Chase kissed him to show how proud he was.
Jack couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such a supportive lover.
43. Transvestite
Well, Chase was having a bad day.
First his hair, oh those lovely black spiky locks... really wouldn't do as they were told. They showed curls and split ends which irked the warlord tremendously. It didn't help that he had to go to a showdown, to pick up a new Wu. That ended badly, as the monks started laughing at the warlord new hairstyle. Growling at them, the warlord had shut them up.
Secondly, he lost the Wu in a card game. No, you read that right. The showdown was to play poker. Chase hated the game with a passion, his poker face was impenetrable, he stayed passive throughout the game. But SOMEHOW, Omi managed to suss him out and call him out to lose. There went his pride in the showdown.
Thirdly, his cat warriors decided they were going to beat each other up while he was away. When Chase got back, already pissed off, you could imagine the curses he threw at his cats. They had all scattered, fearing the warlord's temper.
"Clean yourselves up and the mess you made!" He had bellowed angrily.
Lastly, Wuya had to show her ugly face and demand why he lost. Chase merely chucked her out on her ass out of the citadel. Shooting out fire balls to make her scatter away from his home.
Chase sat down, none too gracefully in to his throne. He rubbed his forehead as he could feel a migraine coming. Sighing, he turned to his eye spy orb. He wondered how his genius was getting along. He was asked to go back to his parent's home for a birthday party, for his gay cousin, Jake. Chase smiled and wondered what Jack was up to.
"Show me, Jack Spicer." The orb twinkled into motion, and then cleared up when it settled on Jack. Jack was laughing and singing, overall having a good- What the heck was he wearing?!
"I'm just a Sweet Transvestite, from Sweet, Transsexual, Transylvania!" Jack was wearing a black, tight string corset over his torso, plain black panties, fish net tights and black high heels. He had a black feathered boa around his shoulders and he shook his hips seductively. His make-up, although over the top, was rather ravishing. It suited him.
But the whole situation... Chase couldn't help it any more. The Warlord bellowed in laughter.
41. French Toast: Awww, poor Le Mime. I won't lie, besides Chack... LeJack is my next favourite pairing. I don't know why but it seems cute :) Plus, I just have a thing for Le Mime, he's so cute! XD
French:
L'amour: Love.
Bâtard: Bastard.
Flocon de neige blanc: White snowflake.
Zut alor: The closest translation would be 'Good Greif'.
Stupide: Stupid.
Enfin!: Finally!
Beau garçon: Beautiful Boy/Man
Tout suite: Correct grammar (so I've been told) is Tout de suite which means 'Right now.'
Je garde mon petit génie doux sûr: Keep my little genius safe.
Merci: Thanks
J'taime aussie: I love you too.
I'm sorry for my French, I don't speak it. So if it's wrong blame google translator XD
42. Smoke: I smoke, but I've notice I've cut down a lot, smoking about... 5-10 per day? I used to smoke all the time. Constantly. I know this one is short... but French Toast was long as f*ck XD So be happy! XD
43. Transvestite: DON'T JUDGE ME! XD I love the Rocky Horror Picture Show! I went to see the 40th Anniversary Tour recently, it was amazing!
Okay, only three this time round.
Xiaolin Showdown (c) Christy Hui
Story (c) Me
R&R Please?
Kit x