Disclaimer: Based on the motion production of Moulin Rouge. This fanfic has many direct quotes [song lyrics] from the movie, and each is property of
Twentieth Century Fox.
(a/n: Jeez, so much technical junk. But oh well, I gotta make sure no one
sues me, eheh)
Chapter 1
Meeting of the Minds
"Glad you made it. Come in," Miroku said, gesturing to his shabby living quarters. InuYasha made a face.
"Didn't I tell you to lose this dump and find someplace sanitary? There are mushrooms on the ceiling."
Miroku shook his head. "Where would I get my inspiration?"
InuYasha just looked at him.
"I'm a painter. I need a place with atmosphere."
"Which is dying off, thanks to the mold," InuYasha said between coughs as the doorbell rang.
"Ugh, what reeks?" He pinched his nose in disgust. "I think I'm getting dizzy."
"You do have an extraordinary sense of smell," Miroku said flatly, opening the door. "Hello," he called. "Who's there? Hello?"
"Down here," said a boy with a fox tail.
"Ah, so you're on time. This is InuYasha. He's coming with us."
InuYasha stared at the youth. "You're bringing a kid to a nightclub?"
"I'm not a kid! Haven't you seen somebody who's short for their age?"
Miroku looked puzzled. "He told me he was twenty-one."
"And you believed him? I really worry about you sometimes... So, kid, who the hell are you?"
The boy started to bounce off the walls. "My name's Shippo. Miroku said you have a bad temper. Have you ever killed anyone? I'm so excited! Do you know where babies come from?"
As his high-pitched words were thrumming in InuYasha's eardrum, he tried as hard as he could to keep from strangling the hyperactive kitsune.
"-and as soon as the other guy gets here, we can follow the Dream, and-"
"Whoa, whoa. Just what is this 'dream'?"
Miroku and Shippo were starry-eyed. The boy spoke.
"Miroku says it's the dream that the world embraces; the dream of freedom."
"Beauty," Miroku said wistfully.
"Truth."
"And, above all things, love. People have been living this way since the Bohemian Revolution. And we want to be a part of it." Both of them looked at InuYasha expectantly.
"Well, it sounds interesting enough." The advocates beamed until he added, "Except for the last part." Their smiles drooped. Miroku looked abashed.
"How could you say that? Love is like oxygen. Love is a many splendid thing-"
"Are you done yet?" A shriveled man stood in the doorway.
"Ah, Toto-sai. Now we can get a head start."
"We're walking?"
"What's the big deal? We're only a couple of blocks away." Miroku gave a dramatic sigh. "Ah, what a night for love."
"Feh. Love makes you weak."
"No. Love makes you stronger. If you weren't an insolent fool, you'd see that," the wise man said. Inuyasha spun him around.
"Why did you call me a fool, old geezer? What has love ever done for you, huh? Why aren't you answering me?"
"Because you're spitting in my face," he said, wiping his cheek. "And I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't dig your claws into my shoulder."
"Whatever," he mumbled, his eyes on the ground. He continued to shuffle along the sidewalk until he bumped smack into Miroku.
"Hey! What gives?" His friend spread out his arms.
"Gentlemen, I give you the Moulin Rouge."
Twentieth Century Fox.
(a/n: Jeez, so much technical junk. But oh well, I gotta make sure no one
sues me, eheh)
Chapter 1
Meeting of the Minds
"Glad you made it. Come in," Miroku said, gesturing to his shabby living quarters. InuYasha made a face.
"Didn't I tell you to lose this dump and find someplace sanitary? There are mushrooms on the ceiling."
Miroku shook his head. "Where would I get my inspiration?"
InuYasha just looked at him.
"I'm a painter. I need a place with atmosphere."
"Which is dying off, thanks to the mold," InuYasha said between coughs as the doorbell rang.
"Ugh, what reeks?" He pinched his nose in disgust. "I think I'm getting dizzy."
"You do have an extraordinary sense of smell," Miroku said flatly, opening the door. "Hello," he called. "Who's there? Hello?"
"Down here," said a boy with a fox tail.
"Ah, so you're on time. This is InuYasha. He's coming with us."
InuYasha stared at the youth. "You're bringing a kid to a nightclub?"
"I'm not a kid! Haven't you seen somebody who's short for their age?"
Miroku looked puzzled. "He told me he was twenty-one."
"And you believed him? I really worry about you sometimes... So, kid, who the hell are you?"
The boy started to bounce off the walls. "My name's Shippo. Miroku said you have a bad temper. Have you ever killed anyone? I'm so excited! Do you know where babies come from?"
As his high-pitched words were thrumming in InuYasha's eardrum, he tried as hard as he could to keep from strangling the hyperactive kitsune.
"-and as soon as the other guy gets here, we can follow the Dream, and-"
"Whoa, whoa. Just what is this 'dream'?"
Miroku and Shippo were starry-eyed. The boy spoke.
"Miroku says it's the dream that the world embraces; the dream of freedom."
"Beauty," Miroku said wistfully.
"Truth."
"And, above all things, love. People have been living this way since the Bohemian Revolution. And we want to be a part of it." Both of them looked at InuYasha expectantly.
"Well, it sounds interesting enough." The advocates beamed until he added, "Except for the last part." Their smiles drooped. Miroku looked abashed.
"How could you say that? Love is like oxygen. Love is a many splendid thing-"
"Are you done yet?" A shriveled man stood in the doorway.
"Ah, Toto-sai. Now we can get a head start."
"We're walking?"
"What's the big deal? We're only a couple of blocks away." Miroku gave a dramatic sigh. "Ah, what a night for love."
"Feh. Love makes you weak."
"No. Love makes you stronger. If you weren't an insolent fool, you'd see that," the wise man said. Inuyasha spun him around.
"Why did you call me a fool, old geezer? What has love ever done for you, huh? Why aren't you answering me?"
"Because you're spitting in my face," he said, wiping his cheek. "And I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't dig your claws into my shoulder."
"Whatever," he mumbled, his eyes on the ground. He continued to shuffle along the sidewalk until he bumped smack into Miroku.
"Hey! What gives?" His friend spread out his arms.
"Gentlemen, I give you the Moulin Rouge."