Nope, don't own any Disney character yet but some day I will create
one..someday.
All through the night they galloped along the roads leading from the palace, though they were safe, Shang and Mulan didn't take any chances by riding under cover of the night.
They arrived at the camp under the cover of stars, their conversation dried up as the seriousness of the situation dawned on them. Walking down the long column of tents, Mulan could hear the men sleep; they wouldn't be awake for another few hours.
"Come. I'll make some tea." Shang offered, he parted his tent door and let Mulan step in.
She never stood in Shang's private space before, she watched Shang potter about, picking up a hot kettle and poring it into cups, "Please, be seated." He gentle ordered, she obeyed and sat down on a cushion.
Pulling out some scrolls, Shang seated himself opposite her.
"What's our plans regarding going behind enemy lines?" Mulan asked nervously, she fussed with her armour, which was a gift from the emperor for her victory against the Huns. Though it looks regal, it hardly allowed her movement.
"Are you comfortable?" Shang raised an enquiring eyebrow.
"Yeah." Mulan lied but Shang already saw she wasn't, sighing he got up, "Your tent is opposite mine so I can keep an eye on you."
She looked to the tent he pointed to and nodded.
"Go get changed and come back." Shang said, his warm breath tingled on her cheek.
"Yes sir." She left, feeling the strange sensation that Shang kept her close to his quarters. Were there hidden intentions there?
"I'm warning you!" raised voices yelled at each other.
"Chi-Fu."
"Don't Chi Fu me! Just because you're sweet on her doesn't give you the rights to bring her back here!"
"How dare you!"
"She's nothing..!"
"You." "She's something to please your eyes!"
"Don't make me punch you!" Shang roared.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh no?" Mulan heard a hard thud, realising Shang has punched Chi Fu, placing himself in danger of being killed for hitting an official.
"You'll pay for that!" Chi Fu wheezed.
"I'll only say you were insulting a war hero who's under my authority."
"She's nothing but a common harlot! Who sells herself to the men, why do you stand there and let your honour go wasted on her?"
"A harlot!?" Shang roared back.
" A harlot! She's a fraud, she doesn't deserve honour, she's a joke! She doesn't bring honour to China, me, you, the emperor or her family, she's a disgrace!"
The familiar phrase sparked off her memory she tried to suppress of the matchmaker. She bowed her head ashamed of herself.
She found herself walking towards the tent door and peered in to see Chi Fu cowering from Shang, trying to staunch a bloody nose. Shang's body stood rigid, his fists clenched, jaw's twitching and his eyes wide with anger. He stared at her and slowly eased up.
"Mulan." He said softly, his eyes were looking at her with innocence and pleading her to forgive him.
Mulan glanced at Chi Fu who sharply exited the tent. She felt her face fell as Shang stepped forward, "Mulan."
Chi Fu was one of many voices who objected to her, she never felt like a hero and can't imagine ever will. She fumbled with her fingers as her eyes remained fixed on the ground, her chest constricted with hurt.
"Oh.Mulan." Shang breathed; he walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't listen to him, understand?" Shang said, looking at her with concern.
"I understand." Mulan nodded, her hurt still stung her chest.
"Come on; let's go get some thing to eat." Shang led her with an arm round her shoulders, walking towards the cook who was preparing breakfast.
The sun wasn't up yet indicating the camp would still be asleep for another hour. After being served porridge with some meat, they went to sit on a large rock overlooking a huge paddock where Khan and Shang's white stallion grazed.
"You ok?" Shang looked up from eating, Mulan nodded. "What's going to happen in the next few days?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Well.we have to renew our training that includes some new techniques."
"Like what?" Mulan asked with a mouth full of food, she forgotten to stick to her ladylike ways, speaking with feminine grace. Shang didn't care, he spoke to her as an equal and treated her the same as he would treat a man, that what kept her alive.
"You'll see but I assure you it'll make the most of your skills." He said mysteriously.
He picked up a piece of meat and placed it on his tongue before chewing it, there he was sitting there talking to a living legend that couldn't even believe in herself! They watched the sunrise silently as they ate.
"Beautiful." Shang breathed, Mulan turned up to look at him only to see him watching her.
"The view's beautiful." Shang said more firmly, Mulan nodded, seeing something she knew wasn't true.
All through the night they galloped along the roads leading from the palace, though they were safe, Shang and Mulan didn't take any chances by riding under cover of the night.
They arrived at the camp under the cover of stars, their conversation dried up as the seriousness of the situation dawned on them. Walking down the long column of tents, Mulan could hear the men sleep; they wouldn't be awake for another few hours.
"Come. I'll make some tea." Shang offered, he parted his tent door and let Mulan step in.
She never stood in Shang's private space before, she watched Shang potter about, picking up a hot kettle and poring it into cups, "Please, be seated." He gentle ordered, she obeyed and sat down on a cushion.
Pulling out some scrolls, Shang seated himself opposite her.
"What's our plans regarding going behind enemy lines?" Mulan asked nervously, she fussed with her armour, which was a gift from the emperor for her victory against the Huns. Though it looks regal, it hardly allowed her movement.
"Are you comfortable?" Shang raised an enquiring eyebrow.
"Yeah." Mulan lied but Shang already saw she wasn't, sighing he got up, "Your tent is opposite mine so I can keep an eye on you."
She looked to the tent he pointed to and nodded.
"Go get changed and come back." Shang said, his warm breath tingled on her cheek.
"Yes sir." She left, feeling the strange sensation that Shang kept her close to his quarters. Were there hidden intentions there?
"I'm warning you!" raised voices yelled at each other.
"Chi-Fu."
"Don't Chi Fu me! Just because you're sweet on her doesn't give you the rights to bring her back here!"
"How dare you!"
"She's nothing..!"
"You." "She's something to please your eyes!"
"Don't make me punch you!" Shang roared.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh no?" Mulan heard a hard thud, realising Shang has punched Chi Fu, placing himself in danger of being killed for hitting an official.
"You'll pay for that!" Chi Fu wheezed.
"I'll only say you were insulting a war hero who's under my authority."
"She's nothing but a common harlot! Who sells herself to the men, why do you stand there and let your honour go wasted on her?"
"A harlot!?" Shang roared back.
" A harlot! She's a fraud, she doesn't deserve honour, she's a joke! She doesn't bring honour to China, me, you, the emperor or her family, she's a disgrace!"
The familiar phrase sparked off her memory she tried to suppress of the matchmaker. She bowed her head ashamed of herself.
She found herself walking towards the tent door and peered in to see Chi Fu cowering from Shang, trying to staunch a bloody nose. Shang's body stood rigid, his fists clenched, jaw's twitching and his eyes wide with anger. He stared at her and slowly eased up.
"Mulan." He said softly, his eyes were looking at her with innocence and pleading her to forgive him.
Mulan glanced at Chi Fu who sharply exited the tent. She felt her face fell as Shang stepped forward, "Mulan."
Chi Fu was one of many voices who objected to her, she never felt like a hero and can't imagine ever will. She fumbled with her fingers as her eyes remained fixed on the ground, her chest constricted with hurt.
"Oh.Mulan." Shang breathed; he walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't listen to him, understand?" Shang said, looking at her with concern.
"I understand." Mulan nodded, her hurt still stung her chest.
"Come on; let's go get some thing to eat." Shang led her with an arm round her shoulders, walking towards the cook who was preparing breakfast.
The sun wasn't up yet indicating the camp would still be asleep for another hour. After being served porridge with some meat, they went to sit on a large rock overlooking a huge paddock where Khan and Shang's white stallion grazed.
"You ok?" Shang looked up from eating, Mulan nodded. "What's going to happen in the next few days?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Well.we have to renew our training that includes some new techniques."
"Like what?" Mulan asked with a mouth full of food, she forgotten to stick to her ladylike ways, speaking with feminine grace. Shang didn't care, he spoke to her as an equal and treated her the same as he would treat a man, that what kept her alive.
"You'll see but I assure you it'll make the most of your skills." He said mysteriously.
He picked up a piece of meat and placed it on his tongue before chewing it, there he was sitting there talking to a living legend that couldn't even believe in herself! They watched the sunrise silently as they ate.
"Beautiful." Shang breathed, Mulan turned up to look at him only to see him watching her.
"The view's beautiful." Shang said more firmly, Mulan nodded, seeing something she knew wasn't true.