Author's Note: So I decided to write another story, from Mulan's point of view because I think I understand girls more than guys. :) I want you to completely ignore the sequel because I decided to write my own sequel. I decided not to put any music ( :'( ), because I don't have time to find music much anymore, but if you guys want me to put music with it, then maybe I will. :) I hope you enjoy my 2nd story! :D

"Um…you…you fight good."

And for some reason, those words never left her mind. Why? Was it because it was not grammatically correct? Was it because it was true? No, it was because those last words were a goodbye to her from a man whom she had spent the last few months with, and fell in love. But he didn't know that, and probably never will. However those last few words made her wonder, does he feel the same?

These thoughts pervaded Mulan's mind as she made her way back to her home and her father, where far greater problems lay. Mulan left her father and mother, whom she did not even greet goodbye as they lay on their bed. Her father, whom she left angry at her for not "knowing her place" and her mother, who was angry at her for failing the matchmaker's test. Would they take her back and forgive her?

Though her horse could quickly make the journey home, she did not want to come home around midnight. So Mulan stayed in a nearby inn that was oddly called Lucky, but stayed free of charge because of her sudden fame. She quietly walked to her room and fell straight on the bed, as her thoughts surrounded her mind like a fog.

"What do I say to my parents? That I'm sorry for leaving and disobeying you and completely going against my cultural traditions and values? Nothing I do or could give to them was enough to compensate for all the dishonor and fear they had to face and would continue to know," Mulan thought as she lay on the bed. She knew that even though she had saved the Emperor's life, let alone China, there would still be talks of her dishonor during camp with Shang.

"Why is it that everything leads back to Shang?" Mulan sighed perturbed by this fact. Mulan loved him that she knew, but why? What was it about him that made her fall in love? He certainly had the looks, which even made Mulan blush thinking about it, while lying on the bed.

"But there's something deeper and just more to him," she thought. Like what though? Certainly not his poetic ability. No, more like care and compassion towards her like what she saw in the mountains. But all that faded away in just a few minutes, and because she was a girl. So what made her think that he loved her as a girl, let alone as a friend?

Mulan shook her head, as if trying to get rid of these thoughts. She tried to sleep, but that was not really working. Mulan would leave for home after a goodnight's rest and with a clear mind. Little did she know was that those problems would soon be back by morning.

In the meanwhile…
Shang still remained at the palace. "You fight good? Was that all he could say to a woman who inspired him and meant so much to him?" he asked himself. The Emperor cleared his throat and Shang realized he was next to him.

"The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rarest and beautiful of all."

"Sir?" Shang really was not thinking well enough today.

And the Emperor seemed to notice, as he gave Shang the stupidest look. "You don't meet a girl like that every dynasty." The man then walked off with his hat commanding Chi-Fu and other servants to clean up, as he walked into his home.

Shang sighed. The Emperor was right. "How could I have missed that? Right. Because she was a woman and they always made him nervous, though he was always good at hiding it. But she was different," he thought.

Suddenly he felt a nudge at his side. It was Yao, whom Shang could not take seriously with the feminine make-up. Shang snickered looking at all of them and Ling punched him hard in the shoulder. But Chien-Po watched on the sidelines with a smirk and finally asked, "So how did the smooth talking, charming Shang attitude go with Mulan?"

Shang sighed, but not because he was annoyed that they were asking. He, Yao, Ling, and Chien-Po went far back. They grew up together in the same village always playing games together and as they got older, meeting girls together. Usually Shang always showed them the right way to wow a girl, and they would watch in awe at how he always got the girl. But not this time.

"Not so well," Shang admitted sadly.

And at that, Yao, Ling and Chien-Po burst out laughing. Shang watched them and glared as they laughed hysterically, and as Yao fell to the ground unable to control his laughter.

"It's not that funny!" Shang yelled. "Besides," Shang finally said with a smirk, "I'm not the one going around wearing make-up. Now who is gonna have a harder time getting girls?"

With that, they all stopped laughing and glared at him. "Well," Ling said, being the first to speak up, "what happened to Mr. I'm-so-good-with-girls-I-don't-ever-get-nervous?"

Then Yao spoke up, "Or Mr. All-Girls-Love-Me?"

And finally the quiet Chien-Po spoke up, "And Mr. I'm-so-handsome-that-I-can-wow-my-friends-and-show-off-and-think-I'm-so-cool-and-not-even-try-and-…"

Ling patted him on the shoulder and told him, "I'm sorry, but that just ruined it."

Shang angrily told them, "I don't know, which is why I was trying to talk to you guys. I'm not sure what is exactly wrong with me. I've never really acted this way."

"Maybe," Chien-Po said, offering some advice, "It's because she is the only person you actually love, and not like because of how she looks."

"But that's not to say that Mulan isn't pretty, or actually beautiful. The reason why you were so nervous and I guess you could say, at a loss of words…"

And at that Yao and Chien-Po laughed, but Shang glared at them to stop.

"Was because you saw how beautiful she was in a dress, and not in a soldier suit." Ling said, finishing his idea.

"Or, actually you never realized how much you liked her, until she came back from the mountains. I mean you had always liked her as a friend or soldier, but when you found out she was girl, everything changed!" Yao said, presenting his idea.

Shang was in awe, not because their ideas were intelligent, but because he realized that they were true. Mulan was beautiful, but also smart on the inside and more than just a porcelain doll.

All he could say was, "Wow."

"Pretty impressive, right? We know you so well," Yao said.

"You're right with all those things about her. But no," Shang said shaking his head, "even though we've been friends for a while, I think only Mulan can say that and it being true."

They stared at him in shock with their mouths agape. "How," Ling asked in shock, "how can you say that?"

"You guys are my best friends," Shang said reassuringly, "but there are things Mulan knows about me that you guys would not understand."

"Well then tell us, and be open to us," Chien-Po told him.

"It's not like that. You guys know all about my life and my secrets, but it's the way that I feel and what bugs me and irritates me is something I think Mulan only knows," Shang admitted.

"We know that disobedient, arrogant little troublemaking soldiers bug you," Yao started.

"But it's more than that, not just what bugs me in my army life, but also my own feelings," He told them.

"Then she probably knows that you love her too," Ling said, patting him on the back.

"I doubt it," Shang told them dejectedly.

"Then why don't you do something about it!" Ling yelled at him, "One thing Mulan told me was that she loved how open she could be with her feelings around us, which freaked me out a first because this was coming from a boy! But once I knew that it came from a girl, I respected her for that."

"And what do I do?" Shang asked.

"Give her back her helmet!" Yao said, offering Shang his helmet.

"What?" he shook his head laughing.

"Oh it's not like you have any other better ideas!" Yao said a little hurt.

"So let me get this straight," Shang said crossing his arms, "you expect me to follow her home unexpectedly, knock on her front door demanding to see Mulan and saying that I traveled far and wide for her just to return her helmet even though she already has Shan-Yu's sword and the crest of the Emperor. Then explain to her that I actually came back because I am in love with her and express my love telling her that I know only she really understands me."

All three smiled and nodded. Shang sighed knowing this was not a fully thought through plan. He bid the three men goodbye as he got on the horse, with Yao, I mean Mulan's helmet. Shang rode off into a town and entered into a nearby inn. As he entered his room and plopped down on the bed, he realized that even though he was going to make a fool out of himself.