A/N: Watched Mulan tonight, because my sister and I were in a
"Let's find slashy subtext in Disney movies!" mood. So of
course Mulan HAD to be on the to-watch list. ^_~ Totally her
fault this fic was written. Thank or flame her at your will.
Mmm, warnings . . . well, sort of pseudo-slashy, as it's dealing
with the idea of Shang having feelings for Mulan when she is
still Ping. Gender-bending is fun, and I'm sure you can deal
"Memories of Forever"
I remember a night, where you told me that I was a great
captain. When you stood there in the dusk and called it out to
my back. I thought you were lying- but you weren't, because it
was what you believed, even if it wasn't true.
I remember a morning, where I stepped outside of my tent and an
arrow hit the earth at my feet. When I looked up, you were
there: perched atop the pole that no other had mastered, weights
slung casually over one shoulder and smile so very proud.
I remember the first time I saw you. When you looked at me, my
first thought was, "Lovely." Then you opened your trap and made
a fool of yourself, and I forgot.
But now I remember. And I remember thinking, "what a waste."
Because you were so lovely, yet seemed to have nothing behind
that fair face.
I remember an evening, where I sent you home. You didn't go. I
remember how I felt when I found out.
But let's pretend that I don't. Let's pretend that I don't look
at you all the time, and that I've never caught you looking
It is enough to remember. To remember:
How beautiful your face is.
How beguiling your eyes are.
The way you laugh.
The way you look at me.
To always, always remember you: the soldier with no skill to
speak of, barely competent but with just the briefest hints of a
mind like a knife behind those lovely eyes, who brought an army
to destruction with one shot, a general to death with one sword,
and a captain to his knees with one smile.
And always, to remember that priceless day when you sat up in
that tent and looked at me with what I was sure were your
bedroom eyes, nothing but bandages keeping your modesty. The
day I saw you in war; the day I saw you do with a slipper what
most men wouldn't have done with a brick.
I remember the day I returned your helmet. And I remember what
I thought when you smiled at me.
Dinner would be great, but . . .
Yes, I think I really would prefer "forever."
It's already been one anyway.
* ende *
. : love me now, or love me never; but if you love me now,
love me forever : .