Musical Records of Old and New [Kingdom Hearts II, Tifa/Mùlán]
Title: Musical Records of Old and New
Genre: shoujo-ai
Title/Era: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing: Tifa Lockhart/Hua Mùlán
Rating: 15
Length: 757 words
Disclaimer: All characters created and owned by Square Enix and Disney
Notes/Warnings: Tifa shacks up in a cave with Mulan (just like Zhang Ziyi in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon).
x-posted to khyuribrigade
Soft stains of deep blood marked their passage to the mouth of the cave, the silver blade dug deep into the inches of pure white as the storm broke over the ragged mountain range and obliterated any sight beyond the single, gleaming blade.
Her eyes stared intently at it, as if by her merest will she could transfigure its form, dowse it in bandages and transplant its ownership to that half-forgotten other; his sharp blue eyes troubled by dreams and doubts and his unruly hair rising from his head at all angles.
The face that appeared in the troubled blade's reflection was not his though. Boyish as it was, rounded and questioning, the hair still knotted upon the crown of her head despite the strands that refused to remain in bondage.
Tifa Lockhart tightened her hands into fists, the leather of her knuckle-dusters creaking with the motion.
Shivering, the soldier pulled blankets of fur about her, standing at Tifa's shoulder but saying nothing.
She had once loved a soldier, Tifa reflected, thinking once more of the boy with the wayward hair. Once she had loved him so much her heart had been fit to burst, a boy who had outgrown the confines of the small town they had been born into, his eyes full of the stars of heaven above him. She had once loved a soldier, and then war had taken him away from her.
Tears formed in her eyes but she denied them release.
"Hua Mùlán," she whispered, turning her head as she spoke, her long hair still stained with snowflakes and ice. "Don't let your children become soldiers."
The other girl's expression hardened, her lips creasing into a thin line and her eyes narrowing.
"Who will stand for China if we don't teach our children to fight?" She countered.
Tifa shrugged.
"I don't care." She answered truthfully. "I don't care for China or Nibelheim, for Hollow Bastion or Radiant Garden. I don't care about villages and towns, I only care about people."
She reached out, her hand brushing Mùlán's warm cheek and her fingers sinking into her silken hair. The other girl gasped, her hands slipping from the blankets to reveal the soft skin of her shoulders and the lines of her collarbone.
With intent, Tifa inclined her head forwards, lips still hard from the bitter winds that ravaged the mountains. Mùlán trembled as she reached out with her other arm, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her close.
The blankets fell away and Hua Mùlán stood naked before her, the burgeoning fire at her back and the press of leather against her warm skin.
She felt her heart pounding beneath her exposed bosom, felt her legs tremble and for a moment she was one with the world about her, her heart the thundering storm, her body a blanket of white and her sex a cave warm and hidden from prying eyes.
She trembled in the other woman's arms, her hair falling from its bindings in waves over her shoulders. The push of lips against her, the warmth of that hidden body filled her with such feelings that she no longer understood herself.
Her eyes opened a fraction and she caught sight of herself reflected in the blade of the sword and swooning in the stranger's arms.
She had joined the army as a man, dressed in the clothing of war and prepared for the bloodshed of confrontation. In the cave in the mountains, separated from her unit and hauled to safety by the other's rough embrace, she left herself at last to be a woman.
Together they tumbled to the ground, blankets hastily pulled over the soil and Mùlán's hands, once steady as they had wielded the forlorn blade against her enemies, now trembling as she opened the zips and buckles of Tifa's clothing.
Her lips reached up, eager to steal kisses back from the frostbite and she gave of herself so completely that in those blissful moments gender became inconsequential; she was both Ping and Mùlán, her body accepting of the tenderness offered from the stranger pressing against her.
She closed her eyes, the musty smell of animal fur and the tea that brewed over the fire filling her flared nostrils as fingers free from knuckle-dusters pressed against the warmth between her legs.
A sigh escaped her lips and she gave herself completely to the moment.
At the mouth of the cave, the coupling was reflected in the blade of the sword as all around them the snow continued to fall.
Genre: shoujo-ai
Title/Era: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing: Tifa Lockhart/Hua Mùlán
Rating: 15
Length: 757 words
Disclaimer: All characters created and owned by Square Enix and Disney
Notes/Warnings: Tifa shacks up in a cave with Mulan (just like Zhang Ziyi in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon).
x-posted to khyuribrigade
Soft stains of deep blood marked their passage to the mouth of the cave, the silver blade dug deep into the inches of pure white as the storm broke over the ragged mountain range and obliterated any sight beyond the single, gleaming blade.
Her eyes stared intently at it, as if by her merest will she could transfigure its form, dowse it in bandages and transplant its ownership to that half-forgotten other; his sharp blue eyes troubled by dreams and doubts and his unruly hair rising from his head at all angles.
The face that appeared in the troubled blade's reflection was not his though. Boyish as it was, rounded and questioning, the hair still knotted upon the crown of her head despite the strands that refused to remain in bondage.
Tifa Lockhart tightened her hands into fists, the leather of her knuckle-dusters creaking with the motion.
Shivering, the soldier pulled blankets of fur about her, standing at Tifa's shoulder but saying nothing.
She had once loved a soldier, Tifa reflected, thinking once more of the boy with the wayward hair. Once she had loved him so much her heart had been fit to burst, a boy who had outgrown the confines of the small town they had been born into, his eyes full of the stars of heaven above him. She had once loved a soldier, and then war had taken him away from her.
Tears formed in her eyes but she denied them release.
"Hua Mùlán," she whispered, turning her head as she spoke, her long hair still stained with snowflakes and ice. "Don't let your children become soldiers."
The other girl's expression hardened, her lips creasing into a thin line and her eyes narrowing.
"Who will stand for China if we don't teach our children to fight?" She countered.
Tifa shrugged.
"I don't care." She answered truthfully. "I don't care for China or Nibelheim, for Hollow Bastion or Radiant Garden. I don't care about villages and towns, I only care about people."
She reached out, her hand brushing Mùlán's warm cheek and her fingers sinking into her silken hair. The other girl gasped, her hands slipping from the blankets to reveal the soft skin of her shoulders and the lines of her collarbone.
With intent, Tifa inclined her head forwards, lips still hard from the bitter winds that ravaged the mountains. Mùlán trembled as she reached out with her other arm, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her close.
The blankets fell away and Hua Mùlán stood naked before her, the burgeoning fire at her back and the press of leather against her warm skin.
She felt her heart pounding beneath her exposed bosom, felt her legs tremble and for a moment she was one with the world about her, her heart the thundering storm, her body a blanket of white and her sex a cave warm and hidden from prying eyes.
She trembled in the other woman's arms, her hair falling from its bindings in waves over her shoulders. The push of lips against her, the warmth of that hidden body filled her with such feelings that she no longer understood herself.
Her eyes opened a fraction and she caught sight of herself reflected in the blade of the sword and swooning in the stranger's arms.
She had joined the army as a man, dressed in the clothing of war and prepared for the bloodshed of confrontation. In the cave in the mountains, separated from her unit and hauled to safety by the other's rough embrace, she left herself at last to be a woman.
Together they tumbled to the ground, blankets hastily pulled over the soil and Mùlán's hands, once steady as they had wielded the forlorn blade against her enemies, now trembling as she opened the zips and buckles of Tifa's clothing.
Her lips reached up, eager to steal kisses back from the frostbite and she gave of herself so completely that in those blissful moments gender became inconsequential; she was both Ping and Mùlán, her body accepting of the tenderness offered from the stranger pressing against her.
She closed her eyes, the musty smell of animal fur and the tea that brewed over the fire filling her flared nostrils as fingers free from knuckle-dusters pressed against the warmth between her legs.
A sigh escaped her lips and she gave herself completely to the moment.
At the mouth of the cave, the coupling was reflected in the blade of the sword as all around them the snow continued to fall.