Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! I bid you welcome to today's performance-
the infamous, world wide known, the one and only-
The Moulin Rouge!
Disclaimer: This idea just popped out in my head as I've seen Moulin Rouge for the first time with my friend, Lior. I just love this movie! So I figured, 'Hey, why not write a Slayers version?' so, here is the outcome of this whole mess! Mwahaha...
As for the warnings: Well, first of all (and most important, of course), this ficcie is a slash. You know- shounen-ai, etc. It's about my favorite yaoi couple of all, Zelgadis and Xelloss. This is also an AU, which means that it's set in an Alternative Universe. So don't worry if your favorite characters are a bit OOC; it is all just part of the show... ^_^
Well, of course I don't own any of this! If I did, don't you think I would've set Zel and Xelloss together already? Jeez. As well as that, I do not own the Moulin Rouge, or any of its wonderfully written and performed songs. This is just a harmless little parody, really.
And about the rating- for now, I'll keep it pg-13 for future mild snogging ^_^ however, it may change in a while, so beware! (&
Well, I guess that's about it. Read, enjoy, and pleeeease, Review!! *Meaningful glance*
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The scene opens, as red curtains appears in front of the screen. Soft music is being played in the background.
The curtains open, to reveal a big title in the middle:
Moulin Rouge!
With cheerful music, of course.
Paris, 1900
A small woman is sitting a top of a windmill, in a town all gray. She then sings:
There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far
Very far
Over lands and seas
The camera gets closer and closer; a noisy town, with a lot of people walking down the streets, and a religious man is warning them about... something. ^^;;
A little shy
And sad of eye
A sigh "MONTMARTRE"
But very wise
Was he
And then one day
A magic day
He passed my way
The camera focuses on a young purple-haired man, sitting on the floor of a shabby apartment, his head and knees are in his arms.
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
The man is now seen typing.
This he said to me
The camera focuses on the man's typewriter.
The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved...
...In return.
The young man continued typing. A sad expression lay on his face, as he arranged the papers on his little desk.
The Moulin Rouge...
Xellos sighed as the memories floated yet again to the surface of his mind.
It is a nightclub. One like no other...
It is the place, which had changed my life, forever.
Ruled over by Haroled Zidler, A place for the powerful and rich to come and buy 'love' from the enchanted, beautiful creatures that were reluctantly imprisoned to darkness.
And there was one; He was the most beautiful of them all.
He was the man that I loved...
He was a courtesan.
He sold his love to men...
Zelgadis: *blush* did not!
Xelloss: O-k... He sold his love to women--
Zelgadis: *blushes even more* But I never-- *being shut by Xelloss covering his mouth with his hand*
Xelloss: Who exactly is telling the story here??
Zelgadis: *falls silent*
Xelloss: Anyway...
They called him the sparkling stone-- I mean, diamond...
(Zelgadis: Aren't we tactful today.. T_T)
He was the star
Of the Moulin Rouge
The man I loved...
Is...
...Dead.
Zelgadis: But I'm not--!
Xellos: *glares*
Zelgadis: *falls silent again*
I came to Paris at the summer of 1899- The summer of love.
At that time, I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, or any of its inhabitants. The Bohemian Revolution was right at its pick. That is the reason I came here, to Paris, all the way from the distant London.
I was staying on a village, named Montmartre.
It reminded me of what my mother had said:
"Have fun, darling." She chuckled, a bit darkly, perhaps.
It was just as I expected it to be- full of writers, painters, musicians- "The children of the revolution".
Of course, I knew I came here to live a poor life, to write about the most important things in life- truth, beauty, fr- freedom... and that which I believed in above all things- L-L... lov..e... *coughs* can't take it.. any more... *turns green*
..Can we please..?
Xelloss: ..Right.
"Please don't speak about such things near me, dear..." mother shuddered. "It gives me the creeps...
I shivered. There was only one problem:
I've never been in love!
As I was pondering this, a loud crush from the ceiling returned me to reality. As I turned around, I saw an unconscious blond hanging by the foot from the ceiling. As if there was a cue, a red headed little boy suddenly entered the room.
Lina: *furious* WHO ARE YOU CALLING A BOY?! "Darkness beyond twilight...!"
Xelloss: Eep. Sorry. My mistake. ^^; Anyway, as I was saying..
"I'm so very sorry about this, sir. We were just upstairs, rehearsing a play." Smiled the red- headed woman. Her name was apparently Lina.
And what a play it was- its name indicated of something very modern named "Spectacular, Spectacular!"
"It's set in Switzerland!" Lina grinned again.
From what I understood, the unconscious blond was suffering from an illness named Narcolepsy. Ouch.
Suddenly, three more team members showed up- two men and a quite, so to say, manly woman.
"Oh, great. That's just great. What are we supposed to do now? Without the main star, the scenery won't be ready until tomorrow!" the manly woman, named Zangulus, said nervously. She straightened her green hat, her long black hair neatly tied in a rubber band.
"This is going all wrong!" said another woman, with long blond hair, sipping her tea. "It's ruining the whole play!"
"Poor Gourry- Sama..." whispered the third woman- she had long dark blue hair, and a very light skin. She was eyeing the poor blond, who was now sprawled all over the floor, sleeping, apparently.
"What can you do?" Lina smirked. "One moment he's his idiotic normal self, and the next he's unconscious."
"Lina- San, I still have to finish the music." Said Sylphiel lightly, afraid to upset Lina at any way- Lina was not the person to take insults well.
"Well, then we'll just have to find someone else to read the part." Lina said, stamping her leg nervously on the floor. Sylphiel fidgeted, for some reason...
Zangulus sneered. "But where in the nine hells are we going to find someone to read the part of a young, sensitive swiss poet goat herder?"
Suddenly, all eyes turned to me.
Oh, bloody hell.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Before I actually come to realize what was happening, I was upstairs, switching the unconscious blond.
What have I gotten myself into?
"The hills..." Lina tried to sing. "...Are trembling with the sound of Dragon Slave!" she snickered.
"No No No!" Sylphiel said, her eyes glimmering. "The hills get pink and fluffy, with the sound of colorful butterflies...!"
"THE HILLS!" Gourry suddenly woke up, his eyes a bit unfocused. "ARE SHINING WITH THE GLIMMER OF HIKARI- NO- KEN!" he sang loudly, and then fainted.
Everyone blinked.
"I don't think that was too bad--" Sylphiel started, but was cut off by Lina. "That stupid Jellyfish brains! First he gets unconscious, and then he starts making suggestions!" "I say we go for 'The hills are smiling and singing at the scent of tea!" Filia suggested helpfully, and therefore was shutted down by Lina's shoe, that was quite accurately aimed at her head.
"Erm, pardon me, sirs..." I tried to get everyone's attention, but to no avail.
"How about 'The hills are jingling with the sound of money'??" Lina suggested, her eyes turning $_$.
"Mm, guys?" I whispered sweatdroping.
" 'The hills are blooming with the sound of chirping birds!' Sylphiel said cheerfully.
As they continued to argue stupidly, I sensed my self-control wavering...
"We can try 'The hills are sighing with admiration in the sound of Lina Inverse' name!' Lina's eyes shone brightly.
"Try 'with terror' " Sylphiel mumbled, and didn't notice the glass vase flying towards her head very fast.
"Why, you...!" Lina growled, "I'll show you--"
"THE HILLS!" I suddenly sang, drawing everyone's attention. "Are alive, with the sound of music!"
(Xelloss: How very OOC... T_T)
Afterwards I fell unconscious for a minute or two, due to the sheer amount of happiness and love in that one sentence...
Lina's mouth was open wide with amazement.
Gourry suddenly regained consciousness. " 'The hills are alive with the sound of music!' Wonderful!!"
That encouraged me.
" 'With songs they have sung
For a thousand years'
Everyone was amazed.
"Great job!" Lina grinned, clapping her hands. "Hey, why don't you write the play together with Zangulus?"
Unfortunately, that wasn't exactly what Zangulus expected to hear.
"GOODBYE!" Zangulus yelled, and stormed out of the door.
"Hmm... Whatever." Lina said, drinking some kind of green bubbling thingy. Blah.
" 'I don't mean to sound rude, Xelloss- San" Sylphiel said gently, "But have you ever written a play before?"
"Erm... no, not really." I said, scratching my head.
"Oh, come on, you guys!" Gourry said, raising his hands abruptly, clapping one of them in a very... erm... strategic place.. *Sweatdrop*
"Hmm... Gourry- San..." I pointed out on his hand. He blinked.
"I don't get it..." he murmured as Lina grabbed his ear, painfully, and dragged him away.
Everyone was talking about how to make Zidler agree.
Zelgadis.
They will dress me in a fancy suite, and declare me as a famous English writer.
When Zel will hear my poetry, he'll insist to Zidler that I shall write "Spectacular, Spectacular!"
The problem was, I kept hearing my mother's voice:
"You'll end up wasting your life at the Moulin rouge with a cancan dancer. I hope you enjoy yourself, honey." She kept on smiling evilly.
"Hold on, guys!" I suddenly said, beginning to doubt myself. "I'm not sure I am a true revolutionary!"
Lina chuckled. "Xelloss, do you believe in beauty?" she asked.
"Erm.. hai." I answered.
"Freedom?"
"Ee..."
"Truth?"
"H-hai." I answered, starting to get a bit nausea.
"Love?"
I froze.
"Love..." I whispered.
"Love is like oxygen.
Love is a wondrous thing.
Love is--" *faints*
After I woke up again, Lina explained the plan to me:
I shall audition before Zelgadis, and shall drink my first glass of Absinthe, that bubbling green stuff.
Everyone was so high, giggling and laughing... except for me. For in another universe I was a Mazoku, and therefore could not get drunk, or stand to hear happy music. Bummer.
And so, we were off to the Moulin Rouge, Where I shall perform my poetry to Zelgadis.
I just hope that stuff will start working, fast...
The Moulin Rouge!
Disclaimer: This idea just popped out in my head as I've seen Moulin Rouge for the first time with my friend, Lior. I just love this movie! So I figured, 'Hey, why not write a Slayers version?' so, here is the outcome of this whole mess! Mwahaha...
As for the warnings: Well, first of all (and most important, of course), this ficcie is a slash. You know- shounen-ai, etc. It's about my favorite yaoi couple of all, Zelgadis and Xelloss. This is also an AU, which means that it's set in an Alternative Universe. So don't worry if your favorite characters are a bit OOC; it is all just part of the show... ^_^
Well, of course I don't own any of this! If I did, don't you think I would've set Zel and Xelloss together already? Jeez. As well as that, I do not own the Moulin Rouge, or any of its wonderfully written and performed songs. This is just a harmless little parody, really.
And about the rating- for now, I'll keep it pg-13 for future mild snogging ^_^ however, it may change in a while, so beware! (&
Well, I guess that's about it. Read, enjoy, and pleeeease, Review!! *Meaningful glance*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The scene opens, as red curtains appears in front of the screen. Soft music is being played in the background.
The curtains open, to reveal a big title in the middle:
Moulin Rouge!
With cheerful music, of course.
Paris, 1900
A small woman is sitting a top of a windmill, in a town all gray. She then sings:
There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far
Very far
Over lands and seas
The camera gets closer and closer; a noisy town, with a lot of people walking down the streets, and a religious man is warning them about... something. ^^;;
A little shy
And sad of eye
A sigh "MONTMARTRE"
But very wise
Was he
And then one day
A magic day
He passed my way
The camera focuses on a young purple-haired man, sitting on the floor of a shabby apartment, his head and knees are in his arms.
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
The man is now seen typing.
This he said to me
The camera focuses on the man's typewriter.
The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved...
...In return.
The young man continued typing. A sad expression lay on his face, as he arranged the papers on his little desk.
The Moulin Rouge...
Xellos sighed as the memories floated yet again to the surface of his mind.
It is a nightclub. One like no other...
It is the place, which had changed my life, forever.
Ruled over by Haroled Zidler, A place for the powerful and rich to come and buy 'love' from the enchanted, beautiful creatures that were reluctantly imprisoned to darkness.
And there was one; He was the most beautiful of them all.
He was the man that I loved...
He was a courtesan.
He sold his love to men...
Zelgadis: *blush* did not!
Xelloss: O-k... He sold his love to women--
Zelgadis: *blushes even more* But I never-- *being shut by Xelloss covering his mouth with his hand*
Xelloss: Who exactly is telling the story here??
Zelgadis: *falls silent*
Xelloss: Anyway...
They called him the sparkling stone-- I mean, diamond...
(Zelgadis: Aren't we tactful today.. T_T)
He was the star
Of the Moulin Rouge
The man I loved...
Is...
...Dead.
Zelgadis: But I'm not--!
Xellos: *glares*
Zelgadis: *falls silent again*
I came to Paris at the summer of 1899- The summer of love.
At that time, I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, or any of its inhabitants. The Bohemian Revolution was right at its pick. That is the reason I came here, to Paris, all the way from the distant London.
I was staying on a village, named Montmartre.
It reminded me of what my mother had said:
"Have fun, darling." She chuckled, a bit darkly, perhaps.
It was just as I expected it to be- full of writers, painters, musicians- "The children of the revolution".
Of course, I knew I came here to live a poor life, to write about the most important things in life- truth, beauty, fr- freedom... and that which I believed in above all things- L-L... lov..e... *coughs* can't take it.. any more... *turns green*
..Can we please..?
Xelloss: ..Right.
"Please don't speak about such things near me, dear..." mother shuddered. "It gives me the creeps...
I shivered. There was only one problem:
I've never been in love!
As I was pondering this, a loud crush from the ceiling returned me to reality. As I turned around, I saw an unconscious blond hanging by the foot from the ceiling. As if there was a cue, a red headed little boy suddenly entered the room.
Lina: *furious* WHO ARE YOU CALLING A BOY?! "Darkness beyond twilight...!"
Xelloss: Eep. Sorry. My mistake. ^^; Anyway, as I was saying..
"I'm so very sorry about this, sir. We were just upstairs, rehearsing a play." Smiled the red- headed woman. Her name was apparently Lina.
And what a play it was- its name indicated of something very modern named "Spectacular, Spectacular!"
"It's set in Switzerland!" Lina grinned again.
From what I understood, the unconscious blond was suffering from an illness named Narcolepsy. Ouch.
Suddenly, three more team members showed up- two men and a quite, so to say, manly woman.
"Oh, great. That's just great. What are we supposed to do now? Without the main star, the scenery won't be ready until tomorrow!" the manly woman, named Zangulus, said nervously. She straightened her green hat, her long black hair neatly tied in a rubber band.
"This is going all wrong!" said another woman, with long blond hair, sipping her tea. "It's ruining the whole play!"
"Poor Gourry- Sama..." whispered the third woman- she had long dark blue hair, and a very light skin. She was eyeing the poor blond, who was now sprawled all over the floor, sleeping, apparently.
"What can you do?" Lina smirked. "One moment he's his idiotic normal self, and the next he's unconscious."
"Lina- San, I still have to finish the music." Said Sylphiel lightly, afraid to upset Lina at any way- Lina was not the person to take insults well.
"Well, then we'll just have to find someone else to read the part." Lina said, stamping her leg nervously on the floor. Sylphiel fidgeted, for some reason...
Zangulus sneered. "But where in the nine hells are we going to find someone to read the part of a young, sensitive swiss poet goat herder?"
Suddenly, all eyes turned to me.
Oh, bloody hell.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Before I actually come to realize what was happening, I was upstairs, switching the unconscious blond.
What have I gotten myself into?
"The hills..." Lina tried to sing. "...Are trembling with the sound of Dragon Slave!" she snickered.
"No No No!" Sylphiel said, her eyes glimmering. "The hills get pink and fluffy, with the sound of colorful butterflies...!"
"THE HILLS!" Gourry suddenly woke up, his eyes a bit unfocused. "ARE SHINING WITH THE GLIMMER OF HIKARI- NO- KEN!" he sang loudly, and then fainted.
Everyone blinked.
"I don't think that was too bad--" Sylphiel started, but was cut off by Lina. "That stupid Jellyfish brains! First he gets unconscious, and then he starts making suggestions!" "I say we go for 'The hills are smiling and singing at the scent of tea!" Filia suggested helpfully, and therefore was shutted down by Lina's shoe, that was quite accurately aimed at her head.
"Erm, pardon me, sirs..." I tried to get everyone's attention, but to no avail.
"How about 'The hills are jingling with the sound of money'??" Lina suggested, her eyes turning $_$.
"Mm, guys?" I whispered sweatdroping.
" 'The hills are blooming with the sound of chirping birds!' Sylphiel said cheerfully.
As they continued to argue stupidly, I sensed my self-control wavering...
"We can try 'The hills are sighing with admiration in the sound of Lina Inverse' name!' Lina's eyes shone brightly.
"Try 'with terror' " Sylphiel mumbled, and didn't notice the glass vase flying towards her head very fast.
"Why, you...!" Lina growled, "I'll show you--"
"THE HILLS!" I suddenly sang, drawing everyone's attention. "Are alive, with the sound of music!"
(Xelloss: How very OOC... T_T)
Afterwards I fell unconscious for a minute or two, due to the sheer amount of happiness and love in that one sentence...
Lina's mouth was open wide with amazement.
Gourry suddenly regained consciousness. " 'The hills are alive with the sound of music!' Wonderful!!"
That encouraged me.
" 'With songs they have sung
For a thousand years'
Everyone was amazed.
"Great job!" Lina grinned, clapping her hands. "Hey, why don't you write the play together with Zangulus?"
Unfortunately, that wasn't exactly what Zangulus expected to hear.
"GOODBYE!" Zangulus yelled, and stormed out of the door.
"Hmm... Whatever." Lina said, drinking some kind of green bubbling thingy. Blah.
" 'I don't mean to sound rude, Xelloss- San" Sylphiel said gently, "But have you ever written a play before?"
"Erm... no, not really." I said, scratching my head.
"Oh, come on, you guys!" Gourry said, raising his hands abruptly, clapping one of them in a very... erm... strategic place.. *Sweatdrop*
"Hmm... Gourry- San..." I pointed out on his hand. He blinked.
"I don't get it..." he murmured as Lina grabbed his ear, painfully, and dragged him away.
Everyone was talking about how to make Zidler agree.
Zelgadis.
They will dress me in a fancy suite, and declare me as a famous English writer.
When Zel will hear my poetry, he'll insist to Zidler that I shall write "Spectacular, Spectacular!"
The problem was, I kept hearing my mother's voice:
"You'll end up wasting your life at the Moulin rouge with a cancan dancer. I hope you enjoy yourself, honey." She kept on smiling evilly.
"Hold on, guys!" I suddenly said, beginning to doubt myself. "I'm not sure I am a true revolutionary!"
Lina chuckled. "Xelloss, do you believe in beauty?" she asked.
"Erm.. hai." I answered.
"Freedom?"
"Ee..."
"Truth?"
"H-hai." I answered, starting to get a bit nausea.
"Love?"
I froze.
"Love..." I whispered.
"Love is like oxygen.
Love is a wondrous thing.
Love is--" *faints*
After I woke up again, Lina explained the plan to me:
I shall audition before Zelgadis, and shall drink my first glass of Absinthe, that bubbling green stuff.
Everyone was so high, giggling and laughing... except for me. For in another universe I was a Mazoku, and therefore could not get drunk, or stand to hear happy music. Bummer.
And so, we were off to the Moulin Rouge, Where I shall perform my poetry to Zelgadis.
I just hope that stuff will start working, fast...