Change over Time
By Yukira
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Author's Notes: Well, well, well. My fifth DW fanfic. And It's about Sun Ruan Er and Zilong again! Oh boy...And two of you already have an idea of what it's about. Lucky you. And for the person that inspired this fic, if you happen to read it, you will recognize at least some of it...I hope. Good luck to you.
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Sun Ruan Er, clad in a green qipao, sat in a seat quietly. It was noisy around her. Various soldiers and women were dancing and the Shu generals were drinking wine. It was a usual party to celebrate another victory, taking place at an inn.
The double doors opened. Feminine cries of joy were heard. Sun Ruan turned around, slightly annoyed, to see what caused the commotion.
And then she saw him. He was about eight chi tall, had long black hair below shoulder length, and he was definitely very handsome. Sun thought he was a bit too flamboyant looking, but she found herself smiling at him. And then he smiled back.
The man was clad in white armor and battle apparel, golden dragons adorned on his chest plate. A green headband kept his bangs from covering his face.
"Hey Zilong!" called a Shu general from the bar, dressed in golden armor, "Just in time!"
Sun watched the man sit down next to some soldiers and officers. A group of girls crowded around him, but he ignored them.
Sun continued to sip tea until a double halberd fell from its display case from the third story. It seemed as if it was about to fall on the man and kill him. Sun Ruan shouted "Watch out!".
The man jumped out of the way. Everyone stood, dazed.
Sun immediately recognized the weapon. "A Shang Chi, forged out of steel."
The man looked at her and smiled. "You have an interest in weapons?"
Sun nodded, apparently entranced by his warm sparkling eyes.
The man took a seat at her table and clasped his hands together. "My name is Zhao Yun, style name Zilong, from Changshan. Who might you be?"
"Sun Ruan Er, from the music institute. I'm a songstress in training."
"How would a girl like you know so much about weapons?"
Zhao Yun smiled at Sun again and she blushed. "I don't really know much, just about the weapon descriptions and how they are made..."
"But that is enough to know, don't you think?"
"Well, I suppose..."
"Then let's carry on an intellectual discussion, shall we?"
A waitress carried over two glasses of wine to their table. Zhao Yun held up one and offered it to Sun Ruan.
"Wine? I..." began Sun but Zhao Yun set it in front of her anyways.
"One won't hurt, will it?"
Sun sighed silently. "I guess it won't."
Sun and Zhao began to converse about different weapons, Zhao eventually showing off his. (AN: No, not that kind if you're thinking dirty!)
Meanwhile, the group of other girls were desperately trying to catch Zhao Yun's attention.
Sun Ruan took a tiny sip of the wine and wrinkled her face. Zhao Yun laughed.
"Is this your first taste of wine?"
"No, I've had a small portion before..."
Eventually, they started chatting about chakrams (aka moon knives), metal edged fans, and hookswords.
And then another Shu officer walked over and tapped Zilong on the shoulder.
Zhao Yun looked over, annoyed that his conversation was interrupted. "Yes?"
"How long do you plan on staying at the party?" inquired the officer.
"As long as I want, Jiang. After all, the night is young."
The officer turned around and headed towards the exit. "Alright, you can stay. I'm turning in."
A few minutes later, the officer clad in gold armor got up towards the exit. "Me too. Good night Zilong."
"Fruitcakes..." muttered Zhao Yun.
The double doors opened again, but it wasn't the previous Shu officer. It was a large, burly looking man that seemed to be an alcoholic...
The large ugly man glared at Zhao Yun and Sun Ruan. "That's my spot."
Zhao Yun ignored him and continued to speak to Sun.
The man stomped over and slammed the table, causing Sun's glass of half empty wine to fall on the floor. The glass broke into many pieces. "Get out you morons."
Zhao Yun sighed, irritated. "I'm sure you weren't talking about me and Sun."
"I was."
SMASH!!
Zhao Yun had broken several wine bottles on the man's head, causing him to fall to the ground.
"Let's go." Zhao Yun and Sun Ruan left the inn.
Zhao Yun walked Sun to her room at the music institute. The institute building had pink colored walls with decorative fans on display. There were many rooms that belonged to some of Zilong's 'followers'.
Sun Ruan's room was the one on the second floor at the end of the hall. Zilong followed her inside.
"So you play the flute?"
Sun nodded. She picked up the flute from her bed and began playing, but Zhao Yun didn't seem too interested.
Zhao Yun then brought up another topic. "So how long have you been here?"
Sun set her flute down. "Ever since I was six."
Zhao looked out of the window and looked shocked. "I have to go...now!"
Sun Ruan stood up and let Zhao Yun out of the room. But before she closed the door, he leaned over and kissed her. "Good night."
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Yup, short chapter. Can I at least get some reviews? Hmm?
Oyasumi!
By Yukira
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Author's Notes: Well, well, well. My fifth DW fanfic. And It's about Sun Ruan Er and Zilong again! Oh boy...And two of you already have an idea of what it's about. Lucky you. And for the person that inspired this fic, if you happen to read it, you will recognize at least some of it...I hope. Good luck to you.
*~~~~*~~~~*
Sun Ruan Er, clad in a green qipao, sat in a seat quietly. It was noisy around her. Various soldiers and women were dancing and the Shu generals were drinking wine. It was a usual party to celebrate another victory, taking place at an inn.
The double doors opened. Feminine cries of joy were heard. Sun Ruan turned around, slightly annoyed, to see what caused the commotion.
And then she saw him. He was about eight chi tall, had long black hair below shoulder length, and he was definitely very handsome. Sun thought he was a bit too flamboyant looking, but she found herself smiling at him. And then he smiled back.
The man was clad in white armor and battle apparel, golden dragons adorned on his chest plate. A green headband kept his bangs from covering his face.
"Hey Zilong!" called a Shu general from the bar, dressed in golden armor, "Just in time!"
Sun watched the man sit down next to some soldiers and officers. A group of girls crowded around him, but he ignored them.
Sun continued to sip tea until a double halberd fell from its display case from the third story. It seemed as if it was about to fall on the man and kill him. Sun Ruan shouted "Watch out!".
The man jumped out of the way. Everyone stood, dazed.
Sun immediately recognized the weapon. "A Shang Chi, forged out of steel."
The man looked at her and smiled. "You have an interest in weapons?"
Sun nodded, apparently entranced by his warm sparkling eyes.
The man took a seat at her table and clasped his hands together. "My name is Zhao Yun, style name Zilong, from Changshan. Who might you be?"
"Sun Ruan Er, from the music institute. I'm a songstress in training."
"How would a girl like you know so much about weapons?"
Zhao Yun smiled at Sun again and she blushed. "I don't really know much, just about the weapon descriptions and how they are made..."
"But that is enough to know, don't you think?"
"Well, I suppose..."
"Then let's carry on an intellectual discussion, shall we?"
A waitress carried over two glasses of wine to their table. Zhao Yun held up one and offered it to Sun Ruan.
"Wine? I..." began Sun but Zhao Yun set it in front of her anyways.
"One won't hurt, will it?"
Sun sighed silently. "I guess it won't."
Sun and Zhao began to converse about different weapons, Zhao eventually showing off his. (AN: No, not that kind if you're thinking dirty!)
Meanwhile, the group of other girls were desperately trying to catch Zhao Yun's attention.
Sun Ruan took a tiny sip of the wine and wrinkled her face. Zhao Yun laughed.
"Is this your first taste of wine?"
"No, I've had a small portion before..."
Eventually, they started chatting about chakrams (aka moon knives), metal edged fans, and hookswords.
And then another Shu officer walked over and tapped Zilong on the shoulder.
Zhao Yun looked over, annoyed that his conversation was interrupted. "Yes?"
"How long do you plan on staying at the party?" inquired the officer.
"As long as I want, Jiang. After all, the night is young."
The officer turned around and headed towards the exit. "Alright, you can stay. I'm turning in."
A few minutes later, the officer clad in gold armor got up towards the exit. "Me too. Good night Zilong."
"Fruitcakes..." muttered Zhao Yun.
The double doors opened again, but it wasn't the previous Shu officer. It was a large, burly looking man that seemed to be an alcoholic...
The large ugly man glared at Zhao Yun and Sun Ruan. "That's my spot."
Zhao Yun ignored him and continued to speak to Sun.
The man stomped over and slammed the table, causing Sun's glass of half empty wine to fall on the floor. The glass broke into many pieces. "Get out you morons."
Zhao Yun sighed, irritated. "I'm sure you weren't talking about me and Sun."
"I was."
SMASH!!
Zhao Yun had broken several wine bottles on the man's head, causing him to fall to the ground.
"Let's go." Zhao Yun and Sun Ruan left the inn.
Zhao Yun walked Sun to her room at the music institute. The institute building had pink colored walls with decorative fans on display. There were many rooms that belonged to some of Zilong's 'followers'.
Sun Ruan's room was the one on the second floor at the end of the hall. Zilong followed her inside.
"So you play the flute?"
Sun nodded. She picked up the flute from her bed and began playing, but Zhao Yun didn't seem too interested.
Zhao Yun then brought up another topic. "So how long have you been here?"
Sun set her flute down. "Ever since I was six."
Zhao looked out of the window and looked shocked. "I have to go...now!"
Sun Ruan stood up and let Zhao Yun out of the room. But before she closed the door, he leaned over and kissed her. "Good night."
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Yup, short chapter. Can I at least get some reviews? Hmm?
Oyasumi!