Title : "The Twisted Saga of Love : How to make a jedi/poet yours!"
Authors : Sparkling Diamond Satine & peridot mousey
Disclaimer : Although we secretly wish we owned Obi-Wan and Christian, we don't. In fact, the closest thing we have is well, the movies and random pictures we've downloaded. I would also like to add, however, that Jedi Padawan Cerridwen Akemi belongs to me (peridot mousey) and the courtesan Felicia belongs to the other author (Sparkling Diamond Satine). So even though we don't own Star Wars or Moulin Rouge, if we could somehow appear in their worlds... this is what would happen.
Notes : Wow, you're reading our next chapter? You're brave! And wonderful! Since you've taken an interest in our little fic, please review. We loooooove reviews (almost as much as Ewan).
Chapter 2 : "Same Reflection; Different Reality"
"Oh Force, I have such a headache," I murmured as I shook my head and slowly allowed my green eyes to flutter open. Suddenly my eyes widened for to my shock and dismay, I was no longer in my humble jedi quarters. The room that surrounded me was much too lovely for a mere jedi. Everything was decorated in the finest crimson satin and adorned with large amounts of gold. As I turned to look around at the rest of the room, I nearly stumbled over the small chair that rested behind me. It all seemed quite exotic, although I couldn't quite identify what star system used such intricate designs in their decorations. Naboo, perhaps? Although the room was quite large, it wasn't filled with much : a piano near the door, a large bed, a small table, a dressing table with a chair, and a balcony. I stepped upon the balcony and gazed out at the city.
"Where am I?" I whispered, suddenly both amazed and frightened. The city was a bit simplistic as compared to other planets I've visited, and yet it held an odd element of beauty. With over-whelming curiosity, I ascended one of the staircases and studied the odd structure I had been inside of. It was clearly some sort of animal that resembled a much larger, non-winged version of a Toydarian. As I reached the top of the structure, I saw someone else standing under a small, ruby canopy.
That someone turned around and appeared to be the most handsome creature my eyes had ever gazed upon. He looked very much like Obi-Wan. Same blue/green/gray eyes. Same flawless complexion. Same kissable lips. Same dimpled chin. But, there were certain differences that made my little heart flutter. His hair was slightly longer in length - much darker too - with two strands that hung oh-so-adorably just above those amazing eyes. His attire was a little different - local style, I supposed, but it caused the irresistibility level to rise quite a bit.
"Don't stare at me like that. I know I must look a little funny, but I had to get rid of that awful beard. I have some interviews next week, and that thing made me look much too old," he murmured with that strong, deep accent.
"I.. I'm sorry, sir. I.. didn't mean to stare," I stated nervously.
"You sound a little strange. Not using Harold's classic 'Smoldering Temptress' act? I won't go for the 'Wilting Flower' or 'Bright and Bubbly' if that's what you're trying," he said with an unhappy and mildly annoyed sigh.
"Um? I don't think I understand, sir," I said.
"And what's with the outfit? I must admit, it's a nice change to see you fully-clothed for once-" he commented.
"As if you've seen me differently?!" I retorted.
"Well, I guess those costumes -are- fully dressed for someone like you, Felicia," he said.
"Felicia? What an odd name. And what sort of costumes? This is what I wear everyday - mandatory jedi padawan attire," I stated.
The handsome figure strolled closer to me and stared at me strangely. It was at this time the force thwaped me in the back of the head and said "Duh Cerridwen". In order to save myself from ultimate confusion, I decided to take a little peek at his thoughts.
"Oh Force... you think I'm a- Sith! That's horrible! I'm a good girl, I promise! This Felicia you speak of... she must be in my room..." I wailed.
He stared at me with a gaze that could pierce straight through to my soul. He certainly was grander than the arrogant Obi-Wan Kenobi.
"Something is different about you. Felicia wouldn't be caught dead in -layers- of clothing, and you just don't look the same. Similar yes, but there are a few differences. So, care to explain yourself before bad matters get worse?" he said.
"I'm.. I'm Jedi Padawan Cerridwen Akemi from the planet Coruscant. I was staring in my mirror one moment, and then appeared here in the next. Something dreadfully strange must've happened. I was just... wishing for... something, but... oh Force! It wasn't actually supposed to happen!" I lamented with a few tears suddenly rolling down my cherry-blossom pink cheeks.
"Shh," he whispered, suddenly holding me in a gentle, comforting embrace. "This is nothing to cry over. Although I have no idea what a jedi is or where Coruscant is, I'm sure we can get this sorted out."
"But I.." I whispered through my sudden sobbing fit, "I don't know where am I or who you are or anything!
"You're at the Moulin Rouge in Montmartre, a small city located just outside of Paris, France. Um, it's also on the planet Earth," he stated.
"Never heard of it." I murmured.
"Oh well, I'm Christian. I'm quite sure you haven't heard of me either," he added.
"No," I wailed, "See?! I know nothing!"
In a desperate attempt to comfort me, Christian suddenly burst into one of his classic musical moments, "My gift is my song, and this one's for you. And you tell everybody, that is your song. It may be quite simple but, now that's it done. I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words how wonderful life is now you're in the world."
I stared in complete awe. This was quickly becoming more than just an infatuation. Obi-Wan? Who was Obi-Wan?
"I sat on the roof, and I kicked off the moss. Well some of these verses, well they, they got me quite cross. But the sun's been kind, while I wrote this song. It's for people like you that keep it turned on," he sang.
Suddenly he was dancing with me and singing to me. Oh Force, if I had known it was this simple for wishes to come true, I don't think I -ever- would have even given Obi-Wan a glance.
"So excuse me for forgetting, but these things I do.. you see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue. Anyway the thing is, what I really mean, yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen," he continued with that gorgeous voice.
Finally he stopped twirling me around, but I was so dizzy I didn't truly notice until much later. He smiled at me. Oh Force, he smiled at me. Can I just faint now? Please?
He continued in his musical moments until finally he sang in a near whisper, "How wonderful life is now you're in the world."
"I can't believe it," I murmured, "I'm in love with a young, talented, handsome... boy I hardly know."
"Tell me this isn't an act," Christian whispered.
"Of course not," I replied.
"Well then," he stated, suddenly seeming quite nervous which was intoxicatingly adorable, "we better get you somewhere else before someone stumbles in here with the wrong idea and tries to pay you."
"Pay me for what?" I inquired.
"Um, pay you to... indulge their fantasies," he murmured.
I blinked in utter confusion to which he replied, "Don't think of it. Really, you don't want to know. Where ever you come from must be very nice and non-corrupt and... and.. you certainly don't need to be in a place like this."
Sadly, I wasn't paying attention to him. I was lost in daydreams and schemes. I had a new mission now. I had to form a plan to return myself to the Jedi Temple and replace Obi-Wan with the enchanting creature, Christian.
~*~
I looked into the mirror that held my reflection. The same gorgeous black locks framing my carefully made-up face, but when I looked around, everything was misplaced! This certainly didn't look like my dressing room. There were so many different things I could never have imagined a dressing room carrying. In my panic, I didn't notice a certain person walking into my room.
"Cerridwen...what happened to you?" a man asked, his jaw dropping.
I spun around and thought I saw a ghost. He looked exactly like Christian, except a much younger, much less depressed version. He had spiky brown hair instead of black, and his longer pieces of hair were pulled back into a ponytail. He had a braid falling onto his shoulder that just itched to be tugged. I held out my hand to touch it, when I snapped back into reality.
"Who's Cerridwen? And may I say that is the strangest name..." I said. I could feel myself getting lost in his deep blue/green/gray eyes, and tried to stay focused, but it was way too hard!
"Stop playing games, Padawan Cerridwen. I'd get back into your Padawan clothing before your Master sees you...it's not wise to dress that way," he said.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not Padawan Cerridwen. And just what do you mean by how I'm dressed? Most men tend to like it. Don't think insults will get you anything for free," I said, winking.
The man gulped. "What exactly are you talking about...anything for free?"
"You know very well what I mean," I said, and I walked over to him, and was about to grab him into an embrace. "Come on, Christian, I think it's time for you to stop playing these games. Satine's not coming back, so you might as well enjoy this."
He gulped again. "I don't know what your talking about, Cerridwen, but my name is not Christian and you know this! I don't know who Satine is, but I could care less...son of a Sith, Cerridwen, what in the name of the Force are you doing? It's me...Obi-Wan Kenobi, open up your eyes!"
Obi-Wan Kenobi?...not Christian? This was just turning out really weird. And I thought any man wouldn't mind just one night of pure passion...boy was I wrong!
"Humph...well if that's the way you want it! My name is Felicia by the way...NOT Cerridwen...and...and..." I felt myself go faint, and thought I would have crashed to the ground if it weren't for Obi-Wan being there to catch me. I blamed everything on the corset...why does Marie always have to tie it so tightly??
"Cerr...I mean Felicia...are you all right?" Obi-Wan asked, looking into my sea-green eyes.
"These...silly costumes," I said in my thick accent.
"Sith! I should take you to the Healers to make sure you're all right...but may I suggest that you put on something a little less...revealing? I don't know where you come from, but around here, we are forced to be fully-clothed during the day," Obi-Wan said.
I laughed. "Montmartre," I said.
"What?" Obi-Wan asked, confused.
"I come from Montmartre, Paris. I am a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge, and it seems that while looking in the mirror...something catastrophic happened," I said, smiling my seductive smile. This was my chance to find someone who had direction in his life. Someone who actually knew what they would be doing instead of wasting their life over a lost love.
"Paris? Montmartre? Well...you're on Coruscant now. It's a planet with one huge city," Obi-Wan said, carrying me to Padawan Cerridwen's closet and pulling out a tunic. "Here, put this on and the Healers will make sure you'll be all right."
I took the tunic and hid in a separate room to change into it. What a relief it was to finally untie that corset! I coughed a little and just prayed that no blood would follow. I would hate to follow Satine's fate. All I wanted now was to return to the familiar Montmartre and replace that stupid wasteful Christian with this handsome man named Obi-Wan Kenobi. I suddenly didn't care that I wasn't getting paid for however long I was here. All I wanted was to be here with the man who suddenly paid attention to me.
~*~
Authors : Sparkling Diamond Satine & peridot mousey
Disclaimer : Although we secretly wish we owned Obi-Wan and Christian, we don't. In fact, the closest thing we have is well, the movies and random pictures we've downloaded. I would also like to add, however, that Jedi Padawan Cerridwen Akemi belongs to me (peridot mousey) and the courtesan Felicia belongs to the other author (Sparkling Diamond Satine). So even though we don't own Star Wars or Moulin Rouge, if we could somehow appear in their worlds... this is what would happen.
Notes : Wow, you're reading our next chapter? You're brave! And wonderful! Since you've taken an interest in our little fic, please review. We loooooove reviews (almost as much as Ewan).
Chapter 2 : "Same Reflection; Different Reality"
"Oh Force, I have such a headache," I murmured as I shook my head and slowly allowed my green eyes to flutter open. Suddenly my eyes widened for to my shock and dismay, I was no longer in my humble jedi quarters. The room that surrounded me was much too lovely for a mere jedi. Everything was decorated in the finest crimson satin and adorned with large amounts of gold. As I turned to look around at the rest of the room, I nearly stumbled over the small chair that rested behind me. It all seemed quite exotic, although I couldn't quite identify what star system used such intricate designs in their decorations. Naboo, perhaps? Although the room was quite large, it wasn't filled with much : a piano near the door, a large bed, a small table, a dressing table with a chair, and a balcony. I stepped upon the balcony and gazed out at the city.
"Where am I?" I whispered, suddenly both amazed and frightened. The city was a bit simplistic as compared to other planets I've visited, and yet it held an odd element of beauty. With over-whelming curiosity, I ascended one of the staircases and studied the odd structure I had been inside of. It was clearly some sort of animal that resembled a much larger, non-winged version of a Toydarian. As I reached the top of the structure, I saw someone else standing under a small, ruby canopy.
That someone turned around and appeared to be the most handsome creature my eyes had ever gazed upon. He looked very much like Obi-Wan. Same blue/green/gray eyes. Same flawless complexion. Same kissable lips. Same dimpled chin. But, there were certain differences that made my little heart flutter. His hair was slightly longer in length - much darker too - with two strands that hung oh-so-adorably just above those amazing eyes. His attire was a little different - local style, I supposed, but it caused the irresistibility level to rise quite a bit.
"Don't stare at me like that. I know I must look a little funny, but I had to get rid of that awful beard. I have some interviews next week, and that thing made me look much too old," he murmured with that strong, deep accent.
"I.. I'm sorry, sir. I.. didn't mean to stare," I stated nervously.
"You sound a little strange. Not using Harold's classic 'Smoldering Temptress' act? I won't go for the 'Wilting Flower' or 'Bright and Bubbly' if that's what you're trying," he said with an unhappy and mildly annoyed sigh.
"Um? I don't think I understand, sir," I said.
"And what's with the outfit? I must admit, it's a nice change to see you fully-clothed for once-" he commented.
"As if you've seen me differently?!" I retorted.
"Well, I guess those costumes -are- fully dressed for someone like you, Felicia," he said.
"Felicia? What an odd name. And what sort of costumes? This is what I wear everyday - mandatory jedi padawan attire," I stated.
The handsome figure strolled closer to me and stared at me strangely. It was at this time the force thwaped me in the back of the head and said "Duh Cerridwen". In order to save myself from ultimate confusion, I decided to take a little peek at his thoughts.
"Oh Force... you think I'm a- Sith! That's horrible! I'm a good girl, I promise! This Felicia you speak of... she must be in my room..." I wailed.
He stared at me with a gaze that could pierce straight through to my soul. He certainly was grander than the arrogant Obi-Wan Kenobi.
"Something is different about you. Felicia wouldn't be caught dead in -layers- of clothing, and you just don't look the same. Similar yes, but there are a few differences. So, care to explain yourself before bad matters get worse?" he said.
"I'm.. I'm Jedi Padawan Cerridwen Akemi from the planet Coruscant. I was staring in my mirror one moment, and then appeared here in the next. Something dreadfully strange must've happened. I was just... wishing for... something, but... oh Force! It wasn't actually supposed to happen!" I lamented with a few tears suddenly rolling down my cherry-blossom pink cheeks.
"Shh," he whispered, suddenly holding me in a gentle, comforting embrace. "This is nothing to cry over. Although I have no idea what a jedi is or where Coruscant is, I'm sure we can get this sorted out."
"But I.." I whispered through my sudden sobbing fit, "I don't know where am I or who you are or anything!
"You're at the Moulin Rouge in Montmartre, a small city located just outside of Paris, France. Um, it's also on the planet Earth," he stated.
"Never heard of it." I murmured.
"Oh well, I'm Christian. I'm quite sure you haven't heard of me either," he added.
"No," I wailed, "See?! I know nothing!"
In a desperate attempt to comfort me, Christian suddenly burst into one of his classic musical moments, "My gift is my song, and this one's for you. And you tell everybody, that is your song. It may be quite simple but, now that's it done. I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words how wonderful life is now you're in the world."
I stared in complete awe. This was quickly becoming more than just an infatuation. Obi-Wan? Who was Obi-Wan?
"I sat on the roof, and I kicked off the moss. Well some of these verses, well they, they got me quite cross. But the sun's been kind, while I wrote this song. It's for people like you that keep it turned on," he sang.
Suddenly he was dancing with me and singing to me. Oh Force, if I had known it was this simple for wishes to come true, I don't think I -ever- would have even given Obi-Wan a glance.
"So excuse me for forgetting, but these things I do.. you see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue. Anyway the thing is, what I really mean, yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen," he continued with that gorgeous voice.
Finally he stopped twirling me around, but I was so dizzy I didn't truly notice until much later. He smiled at me. Oh Force, he smiled at me. Can I just faint now? Please?
He continued in his musical moments until finally he sang in a near whisper, "How wonderful life is now you're in the world."
"I can't believe it," I murmured, "I'm in love with a young, talented, handsome... boy I hardly know."
"Tell me this isn't an act," Christian whispered.
"Of course not," I replied.
"Well then," he stated, suddenly seeming quite nervous which was intoxicatingly adorable, "we better get you somewhere else before someone stumbles in here with the wrong idea and tries to pay you."
"Pay me for what?" I inquired.
"Um, pay you to... indulge their fantasies," he murmured.
I blinked in utter confusion to which he replied, "Don't think of it. Really, you don't want to know. Where ever you come from must be very nice and non-corrupt and... and.. you certainly don't need to be in a place like this."
Sadly, I wasn't paying attention to him. I was lost in daydreams and schemes. I had a new mission now. I had to form a plan to return myself to the Jedi Temple and replace Obi-Wan with the enchanting creature, Christian.
~*~
I looked into the mirror that held my reflection. The same gorgeous black locks framing my carefully made-up face, but when I looked around, everything was misplaced! This certainly didn't look like my dressing room. There were so many different things I could never have imagined a dressing room carrying. In my panic, I didn't notice a certain person walking into my room.
"Cerridwen...what happened to you?" a man asked, his jaw dropping.
I spun around and thought I saw a ghost. He looked exactly like Christian, except a much younger, much less depressed version. He had spiky brown hair instead of black, and his longer pieces of hair were pulled back into a ponytail. He had a braid falling onto his shoulder that just itched to be tugged. I held out my hand to touch it, when I snapped back into reality.
"Who's Cerridwen? And may I say that is the strangest name..." I said. I could feel myself getting lost in his deep blue/green/gray eyes, and tried to stay focused, but it was way too hard!
"Stop playing games, Padawan Cerridwen. I'd get back into your Padawan clothing before your Master sees you...it's not wise to dress that way," he said.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not Padawan Cerridwen. And just what do you mean by how I'm dressed? Most men tend to like it. Don't think insults will get you anything for free," I said, winking.
The man gulped. "What exactly are you talking about...anything for free?"
"You know very well what I mean," I said, and I walked over to him, and was about to grab him into an embrace. "Come on, Christian, I think it's time for you to stop playing these games. Satine's not coming back, so you might as well enjoy this."
He gulped again. "I don't know what your talking about, Cerridwen, but my name is not Christian and you know this! I don't know who Satine is, but I could care less...son of a Sith, Cerridwen, what in the name of the Force are you doing? It's me...Obi-Wan Kenobi, open up your eyes!"
Obi-Wan Kenobi?...not Christian? This was just turning out really weird. And I thought any man wouldn't mind just one night of pure passion...boy was I wrong!
"Humph...well if that's the way you want it! My name is Felicia by the way...NOT Cerridwen...and...and..." I felt myself go faint, and thought I would have crashed to the ground if it weren't for Obi-Wan being there to catch me. I blamed everything on the corset...why does Marie always have to tie it so tightly??
"Cerr...I mean Felicia...are you all right?" Obi-Wan asked, looking into my sea-green eyes.
"These...silly costumes," I said in my thick accent.
"Sith! I should take you to the Healers to make sure you're all right...but may I suggest that you put on something a little less...revealing? I don't know where you come from, but around here, we are forced to be fully-clothed during the day," Obi-Wan said.
I laughed. "Montmartre," I said.
"What?" Obi-Wan asked, confused.
"I come from Montmartre, Paris. I am a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge, and it seems that while looking in the mirror...something catastrophic happened," I said, smiling my seductive smile. This was my chance to find someone who had direction in his life. Someone who actually knew what they would be doing instead of wasting their life over a lost love.
"Paris? Montmartre? Well...you're on Coruscant now. It's a planet with one huge city," Obi-Wan said, carrying me to Padawan Cerridwen's closet and pulling out a tunic. "Here, put this on and the Healers will make sure you'll be all right."
I took the tunic and hid in a separate room to change into it. What a relief it was to finally untie that corset! I coughed a little and just prayed that no blood would follow. I would hate to follow Satine's fate. All I wanted now was to return to the familiar Montmartre and replace that stupid wasteful Christian with this handsome man named Obi-Wan Kenobi. I suddenly didn't care that I wasn't getting paid for however long I was here. All I wanted was to be here with the man who suddenly paid attention to me.
~*~