Disclaimer: Is this really necessary? Any doubts see my other fics' disclaimers.
Author's Note:
Finally, your prayers for mercy have been heard! Yes, This WON'T be a songfic.
In fact I'm planning on more than 1 chapter. See how I've grown? Now, I
can't promise it'll all make sense, that would be too much improvement...
The only problem is, I still
haven't decided what to make out of this. This will be mostly N/S,
but I swear there'll be constant G/S
presence. ('If ye are prepared ye shall not fear'...)
Rating: PG-13. Still, no nudity or extreme violence, or anything less than subtle, but you know me, I like to play it safe.
This time feedback is needed
as a motive to continue (you are soooo lucky I don't like posting incomplete
stories!)
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Prologue: Belonging
"Good morning," said the
fox.
"Good morning," the little
prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
"I am right here," the
voice said, "under the apple tree."
"Who are you?" asked the
little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."
"I am a fox," the fox
said.
"Come and play with me,"
proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."
"I cannot play with you,"
the fox said. "I am not tamed."
"Ah! Please excuse me,"
said the little prince.
But, after some thought,
he added:
"What does that mean--'tame'?"
(...)
"It is an act too often
neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."
"'To establish ties'?"
"Just that," said the
fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like
a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you,
on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox
like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall
need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I
shall be unique in all the world..."
(...)
"My life is very monotonous,"
the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just
alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little
bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my
life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all
the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours
will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the
grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me.
The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have
hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you
have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the
thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . .
."
The fox gazed at the little
prince, for a long time.
"Please--tame me!" he
said.
"I want to, very much,"
the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to
discover, and a great many things to understand."
"One only understands
the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand
anything. They buy things already made at the shops. But there is no shop
anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more.
If you want a friend, tame me..."
"What must I do, to tame
you?" asked the little prince.
"You must be very patient,"
replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me--like
that--in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and
you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you
will sit a little closer to me, every day..."
(...)
So the little prince tamed
the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--
"Ah," said the fox, "I
shall cry."
"It is your own fault,"
said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted
me to tame you..."
"Yes, that is so," said
the fox.
"But now you are going
to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes, that is so," said
the fox.
"Then it has done you
no good at all!"
"It has done me good,"
said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields."
~ "Le Petit Prince", Antoine
de Saint-Exupéry (fragment) - No copyright infringement intended
whatsoever.
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Written by Mary S.
