snarky_panda (snarky_panda) wrote in mulanficspace, @ 2007-07-21 02:23:00 |
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30 Kisses: Mulan and Shang, Part Twenty-Four
Title: Witnesses
Author: snarky_panda
Fandom: Mulan
Pairing: Li Shang/Fa Mulan
Theme: #21, violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
Disclaimer: All characters, etc. from the Disney movie belong to Disney.
Husband and wife lay awake, unable to sleep with the noise of the shouting and crying in the room above them that carried through the ceiling.
“Don’t shut me out again!” the young woman’s voice rang out so loud and clear that they could hear each and every word.
“Ai, such a shame,” the wife sighed sadly. “We just saw them kissing in the garden earlier this evening.”
“It was bound to happen. That young man looked so grim at dinner, even with the honor of sitting at the table with the Emperor.”
“We are very lucky to have raised two healthy children who grew up and are on the verge of adulthood. That poor young couple was not as fortunate.”
“You speak as if you know all about them,” the husband chuckled. “We’re not even from this province. How could you have found out so much about a couple from Chang'an in just two days?”
“Well, they’re famous. She’s Fa Mulan, the woman warrior who joined the army in her father’s place and helped save China. And he’s General Li Shang. They had a little son but he was killed a few months ago during an attack by the Tujue.”
That drew a sympathetic murmur from the husband.
“No wonder that young man looks so somber.”
They lay together quietly, listening to the muffled words and cries as the young couple argued violently above them.
“So sad,” she murmured. “They were a lovely looking couple. It’s tragic that such a thing happened, and now it tears them apart so.”
“And yet there was still so much passion in their kiss.”
“I…”
The thud that sounded too uncannily like a body hitting the floor cut off her sentence and made them both gasp. Suddenly it was quiet upstairs.
The wife sat up, alarmed.
“What should we do?” she whispered frantically. “What if he’s killed her?”
The husband shook his head vehemently. “He may have only hit her. Or maybe someone tripped. We don’t know what happened.”
“Maybe we should have the guards check…”
“It’s not our affair. In the morning the servants will tend to them. If anything is amiss, they’ll report it. Try to go to sleep.”
Sleep didn’t come to either of them.
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