Tell Me Where is Fancy Bred
By Jay Orin
Disclaimer:
I wished I owned this, But I don't Wish you'd pay me, But you won't I read a phrase that still rings true, "Me no own, so you no sue." (I only own Chocolate's daughters, Café au Lait, and Mocha. Those who take them without permission will be possessed. Second time offenders will be repossessed.) Oh, and in case anyone is wondering, YES Toulouse does not lisp in this story. I am not sure how I would make him lisp and honestly, it kind of detracts from this story. I will put the fact that he lisps up if requested, but for all intents and purposes of the story, Toulouse will speak as clear as a bell. Now I will stop stalling and get on with the fic)
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Chapter 2: Someone Saved My Life Tonight
Christian looked out into the fog. Having a roommate didn't change his plans for the day. He drank absinthe at eight, trying to dull the pain that still crushing his heart after those five months. Then he began to sing softly, crying,
"Through early morning fog I see
visions of the things to be
the pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see...
That suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please."
He looks at his roommate, still asleep on the couch. This is the person that was to keep him from committing suicide? He was a heavier sleeper than the Narcoleptic! He took a knife. One slice, and it would be over.
"I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and
Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
so this is all I have to say.
That suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please."
He took a deep breath and sang what was supposed to be his last verse.
"The only way to win is cheat
And lay it down before I'm beat
and to another give my seat
for that's the only painless feat."
But he was stopped when a small yellow hand had knocked the knife out of his hand.
Kenya cried, "What the hell? What are you doing?"
"Think I'm gonna kill myself
Cause a little suicide
Stick around for a couple of days
What a scandal if I died."
Then the young man opened his mouth and sang. "Tell me...
Why
Tell me...
Why?"
"Couldn't find a way to live though the pain
Couldn't find a way
Dumb love
Couldn't find another way to win the race
Couldn't find a way
Dumb love"
"Since she's been gone
I want no one
To talk to me
It's not the same
But I'm to blame
It's plain to see
So go away and leave me alone
Don't bother me."
Kenya needed to think of something fast, because Christian was standing on the ledge, looking as if he were going to jump.
"Everyone's got to face down the demons,
Maybe today,
We can put the past away,
I wish you would step back
from that ledge my friend,
You could cut ties with all the lies,
that you've been living in,
And if you do not want to see me again,
I would understand,
I would understand,
I would understand...
The angry boy, a bit too insane,
Icing over a secret pain,
You know you don't belong,
You're the first to fight, You're way too loud,
You're The flash of light, On a burial shroud,
I know something's wrong,
Well everyone I know has got a reason,
To say, put the past away."
Christian sneered.
"Breathe in right away,
Nothing seems to fill this place
I need this every time,
Take your lies get off my case
Someday I will find a love
That flows through me like this
This will fall away,
this will fall away
You're getting closer to pushing me
Off of life's little edge
Cause I'm a loser
And sooner or later
You know I'll be dead
You're getting closer,
You're holding the rope,
I'm taking the fall
Cause I'm a loser, I'm a loser, yeah."
Kenya smiled.
"Life's too short for you to die
So grab yourself an alibi
Heaven knows your father lied
Mon cher
Separate your right from wrongs
Come and sing a different song
The kettle's on so don't be long
Mon cher
So come on let me entertain you
Let me entertain you."
Christian looked skeptical.
"Do you have the time
To listen to me whine?
About nothing and everything
all at once
I am one of the those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?"
Kenya nodded. He knew he had Christian. Christian wasn't going to kill himself.
"Keep fishin' if you feel it's true
There's nothin' much that we can do
To save you from yourself
Waste my days
Down the ways It breaks my heart to see you
Hanging from your shelf."
"Come on Christian, tell me all about it." Kenya smiled. Christian got off the ledge and talked with Kenya about what happened. About his love of Satine, the Sparkling Diamond of the Moulin Rouge.
After he finished he felt tired. Kenya was a little tired, too. He tucked Christian in bed and threw himself on the couch. "God, what an exhausting roommate. His friends really pulled a number on me. Stupid Gits."
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The Stupid Gits in question were worried. The apartment below was too silent. They moved the rug and jumped into the room. "Christian!" "Shhh!" Kenya hissed, pointing to the bed where Christian was blissfully sawing logs. As the last bohemian left, Kenya rolled his eyes. "Stupid gits." Kenya looked around and pulled his hat over his eyes. "Stupid gits with the best of intentions, but gits none the less."
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Forgive the songs. I liked them all, but I will use more restraint in future. Also, the chapters are going to be song titles now.