AUTHOR'S NOTE: For everyone to know, I am actually following the movie itself, although I did some bit of altering here and there. Okay, so I got that out of the way. On to part one!
Narufluff: To Part One!
DISCLAIMER: All Kingdom Hearts Characters do not belong to me, but to their rightful owners and distributors.
Part 1: Meet the Bohemians
(Reflecting….going back)
I came to a place called The World That Never Was. It was what those in Twilight Town called the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, Xemnas, or Namine. The world had been swept up by what some called the Bohemian Revolution and I had traveled from Twilight Town just to be a part of it. On the hill just beyond The World That Never Was is a place many simple called Kingdom Hearts. It was not as my mother called "a place of sin" but the center of the Bohemian Revolution. There were musicians, painters, writers. I never saw so many in one place before. They were all known at "The Children of the Revolution". Yes, I had come to write about the things I believed in. I came to write about truth, beauty and above all, love.
"Always this ridiculous obsession with love," my mother would yell.
There was only one problem. I have never been love. It was at that moment in a hotel I was staying in called L'amour and as luck would have it, an unconscious Argentinean fell through my roof. One leg stuck dangling to the chandelier overhead. I jumped out of my chair and raised an eyebrow in horror at the sight.
Quickly, he was joined by a man with green eyes dressed as a nun. The suddenly instantly burst open revealing a man with violet eyes and braids. He was covered in speckle paint.
He raised a dark eyebrow as he said, "How do you do? My name is Xigbar. I'm terribly sorry about all of this. We were just upstairs rehearsing a play."
"What?" I say, unable to believe what I was hearing from the intruder.
"A play! Something very modern called 'Spectacular Spectacular' and it's set in Switzerland." He says as-a-matter-of-fact. "We were rehearsing, but you see, the poor man here has a disease called Narcolepsy. Perfectly fine one minute and unconscious the next."
A piece of the ceiling overhead fell into the room which made me suddenly realize that I have a big hole in my ceiling. I peered up to find three faces. These were the faces of Axel, Marluxia, and a guy we simply called Doc who I later found out was the musician, writer, and doctor.
"How is he?" Marluxia asked. "Wonderful now the narcoleptic Argentineans is not unconscious and therefore the scenario will not be finished in time to present to the financier tomorrow."
"He's right Xigbar," Axel added in. And I still have to finish the music."
"We'll just have to find someone to read the part," Xigbar simply suggests.
"Where in heaven's name are we going to find someone to read the role of the young Swiss poet/goat herder?" argued Marluxia.
Before I knew it, I was upstairs filling in for the unconscious Argentinean with Xigbar, the man dressed as a nun Marluxia, the redhead who looked like a rocker Axel, and Doc, an old man with a white beard. Axel was playing his song on the piano, adding in other instruments as he went along as Xigbar sang, "the hills animate with the euphonious symphonies of decant, ha ha, ha-ha ha-ha!"
"Oh stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!" Marluxia cried. "Stop that idiotic droning! It's drowning out my words! Can we please stick with a little decorative piano?"
It was slowly becoming apparent to me that Axel's music did not agree with Marluxia's lyrics because they were simply just too different.
"I don't even think a nun would say such a thing about a hill anyways," put in Doc.
"What if he sings, the hills are alive?" Axel simply suggests.
"No, No! The hills quake and shake," Marluxia says.
"No, no! The hills-" Doc tried.
It was at that instant that the Argentinean awakens.
"What about the hills are incarnate with melodious, symphonic melodies?" the Argentinean screamed before falling back over into sleep again.
"No!" Doc screamed.
Xigbar, "No the hills-"
"The hills-" I say.
Xigbar, "The hills-"
Doc, "Are chanting the eternal mantra!"
"The stupid goat is eating my foot!" yells Marluxia.
The argument continued on.
"The hills are alive with the sound of music!" I sung suddenly, now very aggravated.
Instantly, the Argentinean man jumped up from his sleep on the bed, almost slipping on the glass covering the floor.
"WHOA! The hills are alive with music! I love that!" the Argentinean exclaimed.
"The hills are," speaks Marluxia.
"Alive with the sound," adds Xigbar.
"Of music," sings Axel. Then he turns to me. "It fits perfectly."
I could not help but blush modestly, but smiled.
"With the songs they have sung for a thousand years!" I added.
The four gasps and stepped back from me. My face again flushed again in embarrassment.
"Wonderful!" Xigbar says in awe. Then he turns his head to Marluxia. "You two should write the play together!"
"I don't think so!" Marluxia says, definitely not hearing of such a thing.
Without so much as a good-bye, he left slamming the door behind him.
"Cheers to your first job in The World That Never Was," Xigbar says, lifting his hand, which was holding a liquid green substance in a glass.
He takes a sip.
Xigbar, Xemnas will never agree." Axel states. "No offense Roxas, but, have you ever written anything like this before?"
"No!" I replied, looking away, eyes downcast.
"Aw, but the boy got talent!" The Argentinean exclaims, making his way over to me and accidentally placed his hand on my crotch. I gasp and blushed embarrassed, stepping back a bit. "I like him…nothing funny. I just like talent." The Argentinean mumbled.
"The hills are alive with the sound of music," Xigbar whispered. "Do you see Axel? With Roxas we can truly write the Bohemian Revolution play that we've dreamt of."
"But how do we convince Xemnas?" Axel stated.
"Namine," Xigbar says evilly.
"You'll end up living your life with a can-can dancer!" My mother's words drifting into my thoughts.
"No! I cannot write the show for the Moulin Rouge!" I exclaimed backing away to the hole connecting the studio with my room and began to climb down the later where it was located.
"Why the hell not, Xigbar instantly exclaimed.
"I…I…I don't even know if I'm a true Bohemian Revolutionist!" I admitted with a stammer.
""WHAT?" They all screamed at once.
"Do you believe in beauty?" Xigbar asked.
"Yes," I answered.
"Freedom" The Argentinean asked.
"Yes of course!"
"Truth?" Xigbar again asked.
"Yes."
"And love?" Doc puts in.
"Yes, definitely love! I believe in love! Love is like oxygen. Love is such a splendid thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love," I say, my blue eyes beaming.
"See! You can't fool us! You are the voice of the Children of the Revolution!" Xigbar exclaimed.
"WE CAN'T BE FOOLED!" They all gleefully yelled.
"Let's drink to the writer of the world's first Bohemian Revolutionary Show!" yelled Xigbar.
They all began to scream happily as Xigbar began to prepare the drinks and the Argentinean planted a big kiss on my lips, making me blush again in embarrassment. Tonight was a special night not only because of my first real job, but also because tonight it will be my first time trying absinthe, a highly powerful hallucinogenic in a bright shade of green.
"Time to meet the green fairy," Axel exclaimed.
Suddenly, before my eyes, a young fairy appeared. Her skin and eyes had a greenish tone and she wore a very slutty, shining green outfit.
"I'm the green fairy!" She proclaimed. Then she sung before she began her dance of darkness, "the hills are alive with the sound of music."
We laughed with her and before long found ourselves on top of the roof of the L'amour.
"Beauty, truth, freedom and love! You can't fool the children of the Revolution!" We sung over and over as the Green Fairy danced and enhanced our pleasures while we sung repeatedly, "The hills are alive with the sound of music!"
Soon enough, before any of us realized it, the night had come. They were going to the Moulin Rouge to watch Xemnas infamous "Diamond Dogs" and pleasure them. I would pose as an English Writer who would read my poem to Namine, who would then insist to Xemnas that I would write 'Spectacular Spectacular'. The plan was perfect.
Yet little at the time did we know at the time, that another man was set to see Satine that night. This man was the Duke…
Okay, now R&R. Don't forget! '
Narufluff: Yeah!
Sakufluff: Chapter 2 coming soon! Hehe
Sasufluff: yawns whatever…