AN: This is short. This is pointless. But, by God, I'm finally back! Blame the TENG CD I bought on Saturday at the Target in Lubbock, TX. *grins* I've already listened to "One Day She'll Love Me" fifteen times in a row and marveled at how the song eerily FITS the relationship of Kuzco and Chel I've had planned out. (I already know how this fic's gonna end…actually, I've had the idea since I started this endeavor. *sweatdrops*)
One review is all I ask for! (Though more than one is ALWAYS welcomed! *huge, cheesy grin*)
Oh, nooooooo!!! *covers face in shame* You've`
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Never Said Love
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Part 5
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In Which Kuzco and Chel Argue and Thusly Bond (Weird, Huh?)
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Blade glinting sinisterly in the moonlight, Chel propped one foot up on the captured mercenary's knee, smiling wanly and darkly at him. Tipping his chin up with her sword, she nicked his chin, drawing a few droplets of blood.
The man, silent though his mask had been removed (revealing him to be a scowling young man, handsome), could feel a razor sharp point painfully digging into the back of his scalp, the dirk still in the hands of the furious Kuzco. Smiling coldly as the young woman, Chel he believed to be her name, threw an order at the one she called 'Kazoo'.
The emperor muttered darkly and buried the dirk's hilt in the ground as he turned to reenter the llama pen.
Chel turned her attention to the mercenary.
She grinned and he wished the gods would just get it over with and strike him with lightning or something.
"You don't have to talk," she began sweetly, "because I noticed you and your little friends left tracks." She paused and tossed her blade to the side, ripping some cloth off of her tunic, stuffing it into the man's mouth firmly, effectively gagging him. "If you're lucky, I won't kill you."
He glared.
She glared.
He whimpered.
"WHAT?!" 'Kazoo' yelped, looking peeved as Chel calmly plucked a green blanket off the pile he had taken from the hut. The llamas he had been sent to get were tied to a tree. "I thought you said it was too far to the palace!"
Chel cast him a withering glance. "This is a matter of a child being kidnapped. You're a grown man and it wasn't as if you were kidnapped."
"I was!" he whined and she turned away, ignoring him.
"Hey!" Kuzco cried, waving the reins of his llama hither, thither, and, yes, yon, "Liar!"
Chel paused, and the dark green blanket missed her own llama's back, landing to the ground with a muffled sound rather like a broken sigh. "Repeat that," she hissed, black eyes narrowing as she drew her blade from the rope tied about her waist, "Kazoo, I order you to repeat that!"
"You ordering me?" he asked, voice ringing with sharp disbelief while he drew himself up to his full, gangly height, trying his hardest to appear intimidating - a very hard thing, indeed, to accomplish around Chel. "Do you have any idea who I am, you ignorant woman?!"
She exploded, dropping her blade and lunging at him, bowling the startled man over on his back. "Damn you!" she snarled, straddling his chest and smashing the heel of her palm into his face wildly. "I *trusted* you! I thought you were *better* than other men! And I don't care who you are - for all I know or care, you could be the gods forsaken emperor! - or where you lived, you. Are. An. Arrogant. *MAN*!!! And that is all you'll ever be!" She screamed the last part and the tied-and-gagged mercenary watched in interest as Kuzco narrowed *his* eyes and sat up swiftly, pinning Chel - another hard thing to accomplish.
"You're cruel!" he snapped and she flipped him up behind her with a calloused bare foot.
"You're a jerk!" she snapped - he replied by simply sticking his tongue out and tackling her.
"You're both nuts," added Llana, having just arrived. "Now, if you two are done with attempting to murder each other, let's get these llamas geared up." Her eyes flickered over to the captive mercenary. "Who's he?"
"Dunno," Chel shrugged, wriggling out from under Kuzco, absently tousling his straight jet-hair, "but he tried to kill Kazz here. Said we didn't know who he was." She paused, grasping Kuzco's shoulder and hoisting him up easily. "And Kazz himself just asked me if I knew who he wa-"
"Say!" he quickly threw in, "What are we gonna do with tall, dark, and gruesome?"
Llana, who was putting the pieces together in her mind, frowned and said nothing, whereas her husky sister lost no time in saying, "Leave him!"
The black-garbed soldier smiled grimly and made an elaborate show of lying down - on Kuzco's discarded knife, hilt in the ground.
"Don't!" Llana yelled, face paling even as she realized she was too late.
Chel grimly picked up the green blanket and secured it over her agitated llama's back. "We need to go," she spoke briskly, pausing and awkwardly placing her hands on a stunned Kuzco's shoulders.
"I've never seen a man die," he said numbly, "much less kill himself…"
Chel only sighed and reluctantly mumbled something as an answer. "Sorry about earlier…"
He blinked. Did Chel just…?
She pulled away abruptly and motioned for him to get on the llama. Noting his glance at the limp body of the mercenary, she shook her head. "There's nothing we can do about him, Kazz," she sighed again, "All we can do is get back Kika."
He nodded mutely.
Dead…
End AN: HA! That's it for this chapter! Don't worry, loyal ones, I've got ideas for chapters six and seven already. *winks* Actually, this one scene in chapter seven's been bopping about my head for a month now…see, for some reason, I had a dream (what?) and the dream got altered in my head after I woke up so it would fit into this fic…oi.
The scene in which Kuzco and Chel argue was written last Saturday, May 26, 2001, in Lubbock, Texas, at Berl Huffman Park 'cause of my brother's soccer tournament (how come my soccer teams never go to Lubbock?). As soon as I put my notebook-of-various-fanfics-and-drawings away, it started raining. Yay! I love rain!
Yes, this was a short chapter. It was written mainly to help explain that Kuzco and Chel are NOT like your now-average Disney couple - ie, not even friends but still end up in love. It might be hard to see at times, but these two are friends in that they try to help each other even after they bicker with or make fun of each other. 'Kay? Good!
I'm off to read the next installment of Ang D's TENG ficcie! Bai bai!
One review is all I ask for! (Though more than one is ALWAYS welcomed! *huge, cheesy grin*)
Oh, nooooooo!!! *covers face in shame* You've`
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Never Said Love
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Part 5
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In Which Kuzco and Chel Argue and Thusly Bond (Weird, Huh?)
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Blade glinting sinisterly in the moonlight, Chel propped one foot up on the captured mercenary's knee, smiling wanly and darkly at him. Tipping his chin up with her sword, she nicked his chin, drawing a few droplets of blood.
The man, silent though his mask had been removed (revealing him to be a scowling young man, handsome), could feel a razor sharp point painfully digging into the back of his scalp, the dirk still in the hands of the furious Kuzco. Smiling coldly as the young woman, Chel he believed to be her name, threw an order at the one she called 'Kazoo'.
The emperor muttered darkly and buried the dirk's hilt in the ground as he turned to reenter the llama pen.
Chel turned her attention to the mercenary.
She grinned and he wished the gods would just get it over with and strike him with lightning or something.
"You don't have to talk," she began sweetly, "because I noticed you and your little friends left tracks." She paused and tossed her blade to the side, ripping some cloth off of her tunic, stuffing it into the man's mouth firmly, effectively gagging him. "If you're lucky, I won't kill you."
He glared.
She glared.
He whimpered.
"WHAT?!" 'Kazoo' yelped, looking peeved as Chel calmly plucked a green blanket off the pile he had taken from the hut. The llamas he had been sent to get were tied to a tree. "I thought you said it was too far to the palace!"
Chel cast him a withering glance. "This is a matter of a child being kidnapped. You're a grown man and it wasn't as if you were kidnapped."
"I was!" he whined and she turned away, ignoring him.
"Hey!" Kuzco cried, waving the reins of his llama hither, thither, and, yes, yon, "Liar!"
Chel paused, and the dark green blanket missed her own llama's back, landing to the ground with a muffled sound rather like a broken sigh. "Repeat that," she hissed, black eyes narrowing as she drew her blade from the rope tied about her waist, "Kazoo, I order you to repeat that!"
"You ordering me?" he asked, voice ringing with sharp disbelief while he drew himself up to his full, gangly height, trying his hardest to appear intimidating - a very hard thing, indeed, to accomplish around Chel. "Do you have any idea who I am, you ignorant woman?!"
She exploded, dropping her blade and lunging at him, bowling the startled man over on his back. "Damn you!" she snarled, straddling his chest and smashing the heel of her palm into his face wildly. "I *trusted* you! I thought you were *better* than other men! And I don't care who you are - for all I know or care, you could be the gods forsaken emperor! - or where you lived, you. Are. An. Arrogant. *MAN*!!! And that is all you'll ever be!" She screamed the last part and the tied-and-gagged mercenary watched in interest as Kuzco narrowed *his* eyes and sat up swiftly, pinning Chel - another hard thing to accomplish.
"You're cruel!" he snapped and she flipped him up behind her with a calloused bare foot.
"You're a jerk!" she snapped - he replied by simply sticking his tongue out and tackling her.
"You're both nuts," added Llana, having just arrived. "Now, if you two are done with attempting to murder each other, let's get these llamas geared up." Her eyes flickered over to the captive mercenary. "Who's he?"
"Dunno," Chel shrugged, wriggling out from under Kuzco, absently tousling his straight jet-hair, "but he tried to kill Kazz here. Said we didn't know who he was." She paused, grasping Kuzco's shoulder and hoisting him up easily. "And Kazz himself just asked me if I knew who he wa-"
"Say!" he quickly threw in, "What are we gonna do with tall, dark, and gruesome?"
Llana, who was putting the pieces together in her mind, frowned and said nothing, whereas her husky sister lost no time in saying, "Leave him!"
The black-garbed soldier smiled grimly and made an elaborate show of lying down - on Kuzco's discarded knife, hilt in the ground.
"Don't!" Llana yelled, face paling even as she realized she was too late.
Chel grimly picked up the green blanket and secured it over her agitated llama's back. "We need to go," she spoke briskly, pausing and awkwardly placing her hands on a stunned Kuzco's shoulders.
"I've never seen a man die," he said numbly, "much less kill himself…"
Chel only sighed and reluctantly mumbled something as an answer. "Sorry about earlier…"
He blinked. Did Chel just…?
She pulled away abruptly and motioned for him to get on the llama. Noting his glance at the limp body of the mercenary, she shook her head. "There's nothing we can do about him, Kazz," she sighed again, "All we can do is get back Kika."
He nodded mutely.
Dead…
End AN: HA! That's it for this chapter! Don't worry, loyal ones, I've got ideas for chapters six and seven already. *winks* Actually, this one scene in chapter seven's been bopping about my head for a month now…see, for some reason, I had a dream (what?) and the dream got altered in my head after I woke up so it would fit into this fic…oi.
The scene in which Kuzco and Chel argue was written last Saturday, May 26, 2001, in Lubbock, Texas, at Berl Huffman Park 'cause of my brother's soccer tournament (how come my soccer teams never go to Lubbock?). As soon as I put my notebook-of-various-fanfics-and-drawings away, it started raining. Yay! I love rain!
Yes, this was a short chapter. It was written mainly to help explain that Kuzco and Chel are NOT like your now-average Disney couple - ie, not even friends but still end up in love. It might be hard to see at times, but these two are friends in that they try to help each other even after they bicker with or make fun of each other. 'Kay? Good!
I'm off to read the next installment of Ang D's TENG ficcie! Bai bai!
