Magnolia
.Magnolia
.Homin, PG
.Action/Drama/Fluff
.a mulan homin requested by tvfxqluvz02 . I hope she likes this. :DDD
.magnolia“You’re weak!” Yoochun smirks mockingly. “Get up and give me at least a scratch!”
Changmin spits to the ground. “Don’t make me laugh, pale boy. I can give you some real cracks in the brain if it weren’t for this damn armor you make me wear.”
“Well, that’s how it is, Changmin.” Yoochun laughs, his buddies howls with laughter along. “Real men use armors even when they mock fight. Guess that’s too much for you?”
Blood rises into unbearable heights in Changmin’s body. Yoochun’s laughter rings and finally Changmin can’t take it anymore. He stands up and slams his feet to Yoochun’s head in a roundhouse kick.
The poor boy falls to the ground limply. Changmin throws her armor and runs home.
“Daddy.” She cries. “Why do I have to be born as a girl?”
Changmin is a girl, but no long jets of raven for hair or soft and tinkling blushes for cheeks, rather a neck-length sun-brown hair tightened up into a bun and strong jaw line that defines the line between gender and where it stands.
And Jaejoong caresses his daughter’s back. He can spout wisdoms now, stories of old and tales from long ago, like all fathers who are intellectual and works as the advisors does. But Jaejoong knows better that what her daughter need is a mother.
Changmin doesn’t like being a girl. She likes horse-riding and climbing and playing ball, while she despises fixing her hair and playing houses with all her heart. All the boys know her as the toughest enemy for chess and best ally for climbing trees while the girls know her as the dirtiest one in their bunch and the one who stands up for them when the boys torture them. But nobody really objects to her ways of playing. She’s polite and sometimes the most mature in her pack of children and knows how to respect her elders. Everybody loves her to some extent.
But everybody grows up. Just as the summer passes the village over and over again, Changmin grows up with the falling leaves. The reddish-brown hair she wears turns into a deep hue of black that goes past her shoulder blades. The wild eyes of a rascal she uses disappears slowly into a soft hue of brown, the color of falling maples that seeks the warmth of the ground. Her cheeks are high with life and her forehead is wide with intelligence. Her fingers are long but soft and her tall posture is low with humbleness. Over years of being mocked as the ugliest duckling she gracefully enters the age of maturity as beautiful as a goddess’ swan.
Jaejoong huffed with pride whenever he hears his daughter’s name. Praises and presents were plenty as wedding offers flew into his house like bees into flowers. He curtly offered no exact reply to every offer, letting his daughter to pick her own choice. One day Changmin came into his room with her head bowed low.
“Father,” She says. “Please teach me how to use the sword.”
“I’m sorry.” Changmin softly says, sheathing her sword back. “I cannot accept a man who cannot defeat me in sword mastery.” And Jaejoong sighs, the fifth man of the month walks out of his yard with his head down in defeat. He only taught her daughter the basics and even with pure practicing on her own, she has defeated warriors tempered by war. On the border of feeling proud and misery at the same time, he laughs.
“The war is breaking!”
“We need every man from every family!”
“The front lines need us!”
“The war is breaking!”
“Flee, or you’ll get killed!”
“Men, stay and protect your country!”
Jaejoong was getting tired of the increasing number of shouts ringing in the village. He walks back into his house, only to find his daughter on the floor, bowing to him until her forehead touches the wooden floor. Her hair is in a bun and her sword by her side.
“Allow me to go, father.”
Changmin cut her hair short and pulls it into a normal bun. She sold her long dresses and smooth satins and bought pants and shirts that’s too harsh for her skin. She gives away all her accessories and cleans her room except for a white lily comb that used to be her mother’s. The afternoon sun finds her in the river with white cotton shirt and pants, clean and pure and willing to go to war as a man. Jaejoong holds her as long as he can before she rides off to the north under the full moon.
Ancestors, hear my prayers
Please let the village be safe
Protect my father whom I love dearly
Guard all the others
And save everybody from missing me
Captain Jung Yunho is son of the great General Kangwook, rising through the ranks like a brilliant sun with his mastery of swordsmanship, archery, and spear-handling. But as talented as he is, he is also young and it doesn’t elude him that he is in for a rougher time than most of the fresh recruits he’s been assigned to. He will be observed closely, searched for even the smallest crack of failure so he intends to make the best troop out of the new soldiers.
“Morning!” He shouts to the lines of men who leave their village to protect their country. “My name is Captain Yunho and I will be your commander on this platoon and I am going to break all your bones, pull all your muscles, and kick you into the best soldiers in the whole country!”
A weeks worth of training provides him with the fact that he is in for a much, much rougher time than he can imagine.
Changmin gasped as she examined herself. Bruises covered her whole body, shoulders, knees, and other stuffs she would’ve never imagined. She almost cried, sleeping alone in her tent she made up a few feet outside of camp so her real identity won’t be found. But she clamped her mouth shut, rubbed the bruise with some nasty-smelling ointment she borrowed from one of her mates, and slept. In the morning the bruise ached harder and harder but she slung her armors on anyways, put it on real tight so it won’t fall off even if it hurt her bruises more, and strode off to another day of hard training.
Two months passed and Yunho has tempered his platoon into quite some talents. He found archery masters waiting to be better at aiming; he meets spear-wielders possessing potential more than he can imagine they would, and he finds Changmin.
He was intrigued at first; the boy was weak and lithe, barren of any trace of labor work. But as time passes he founds that Changmin has agility above all. He runs faster than the others, climbs faster than others, and handles the sword extremely well. And there’s something in his walk, something small and faint, but exudes beauty after all.
Changmin gazed downward, avoiding the scrutinizing look on her commander’s face. “I’m sorry Captain Yunho.” She said softly, trying as hard as she can not to let her intonation crosses into the woman voice she was born with. “I can’t spar with you.”
“How come?” Yunho put his hand to his chin, analyzing the taller soldier in front of him. There was something suspicious about him, intriguingly pulling him deeper to try and uncover the secret. “Are you afraid I would steal your moves?”
“No, Captain.” She replies, and admits defeat to herself. Her tones went softer and light. “It wouldn’t be right of me to receive such honor for no achievement at all.” And she bows, but before she could make it out of the tent, a hand reached out to hers and held it strong.
“You know, captains are allowed to have one ‘special’ aide in a platoon.”
But Changmin pulls her hand away softly, and runs.
Yunho wants to know more about Changmin.
He’s willing to use all he can to get to know him.
Changmin looks at the frontier.
It won’t be long before their platoon gets the order to go.
And maybe, she can come home sooner.
Chants of drums ring in Changmin’s ear. This is it, She thought, her hand ready on her sword’s hilt. Around her, men of different sizes and backgrounds stand, facing the same enemy as her, thinking the same thing. It’s time to end this war.
Shell horn blares, and screams ruptures the field. The battle begins
Her sword flew around and she knew she had to kill so she thrusts it a little deeper than she usually does, a bit thicker and harder than she should until all that she can see is red and silver.
Junsu was shocked when he realized the soldiers his foe was bringing was actually quite worthwhile. He chuckles as he sees his ranks getting torn apart and slain. The blood flying like banners in the air satiates him, fills him, makes him wants more. His saliva almost falls down if it weren’t for his right hand who reminded him that the situation is getting out of hand.
Changmin was crying because she doesn’t want to kill, she doesn’t want to take all of these lives. She doesn’t want to believe that this is necessary, that killing other farmers, other peddles, other soldiers, other humans are necessary for peace but sadly it is and she hates the fact. She doesn’t want to be heartless. So she dropped a tear for each head she slashed and in the end her sword took life on its own and she was crying endlessly.
He laughs harder when he sees the soldier crying as he kills. “An innocent one, I see.” He grins. Slowly he raises his bow. “I can’t believe I’m doing this myself.” He murmurs. “Consider yourself honored, petty soldier.”
And his arrow flies.
Yunho picked his spear and sliced through the army. Head by head he tore off but the torrents of foes kept coming down. One sliced his sword against the blade of his spear so he was left with a staff and even then he still cracked a few skulls. Arrows flew at him and he managed to let his wooden staff receive it instead of his body. His sword took the lead then as it soars through the battlefield across enemy soldiers. He was prepared to kill and willing to do so.
What he wasn’t prepared for was seeing Changmin faint down in the middle of the field, an arrow stuck in the middle of his chest.
“Changmin!” Yunho screams, slashing people away suddenly gets harder to do as his mind was completely out of focus. “Changmin stand up!”
But Changmin can only hear noises, loud and clanging and her sight is going dark. She hears someone calling for her and she smiles.
“Yunho.”
“Is he going to make it doctor?” Yunho asked.
The doctor looked around, to all the faces that were waiting for his answer. He nodded slowly. Cheers erupted from the platoon, happy that their best soldier was going to be well.
“Nothing was injured. She is going to be okay.”
And the excitement died. Changmin walked out of the tent wearing the same clothes that she was wearing the first time she came in, a white shirt and white pants. But this time her hair is in a bun and an ornate comb with a white lily ornate held it up.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered.
Yunho screamed to the skies, cursing all the names of the gods as Changmin moved away silently, her things already in her hold.
“So, they think Junsu is dead!” He laughs. “We all know better that the leader of the barbarian from the north is better than that!”
Another one of his friend shouts back. “He’s planning his revenge! Our boss is the best!”
The group of three went on a drunken laughter fit that shakes the whole inn. Changmin listens intently from the next table.
Yunho woke up feeling damned. He had led the platoon that had finally slew the invading force from the north but in return he found out he had been cheated by one of his own men, the best one. Even after he realized the reason for Changmin’s ability of making his heart thumps harder whenever he, or rather she, was around, he still feels betrayed. He walked out of his tent only to realize that he has forgotten his sword. He walked back in and finds a letter and an ornate comb instead of his sword.
Junsu is not dead, it says, your responsibility is not done.
“What position do you have to lecture me about responsibility?” Yunho glares to the beauty sitting in the branch above him.
“See that cave?” Changmin points to the valley across the two of them, ignoring Yunho’s question. “Junsu is hiding in there. It connects to another entrance five kilometers outside the capital. You know whose head he’s after.”
“I ask again, woman.” Yunho’s voice grew more livid. “What makes you so daring as to take away my sword in the middle of the night only to teach me about responsibility? I’ll have you beheaded for this insolence!”
“Kill me if you like.” Changmin stares back, and something in the hazel-eyed stare she throws at Yunho reeks of rock-hard determination. “But I’m intending to protect the ones I love with what I can do best, fighting. It’s my duty because I chose it to be, and the only way to fulfill it is to end that barbarian’s life once and for all.”
She jumps down from the tall branch smoothly and throws Yunho’s sword back, her own sword ready at her side. “Come if you like, I’m going in with or without you.”
Junsu smiled. “I see you’re not dead yet.”
Changmin smiled back. “Thank you for noticing that. By the look of your sword it doesn’t look like you’re going to give up anytime soon.”
“You can bet on that, slut.”
“Oh, trust me.” Changmin chuckled, feet ready to leap. “It’ll take a thousand lifetimes before you ever get to touch my body.”
When Changmin comes back, the whole village cheers and cries for her. She was happy, excited, and crying beside herself, but she found the person who she missed the most in their garden, sitting under the blooming cherry tree and she runs to him.
“Here’s a medal from the Emperor, father.” She hurriedly presents it to him. “A-and here’s Junsu’s sword, as proof that I vanquished him, and, and,” She loses her voice as Jaejoong pulls her into a warm embrace.
“I have my daughter back. It’s all I can ask for.”
Yunho came three days later, asking for Changmin’s hand in marriage. After all this time, Changmin knew best that Yunho has exceptional swordsmanship skills. But she stands true on her words and raises her sword.
“Defeat me,” Changmin smiles, “Only then I shall be your wife.”
Changmin didn’t hold back and neither did Yunho. It was a battle witnessed by the whole village, staged in the Kim’s family yard. Neither Changmin or Yunho thinks they were still in the same place as they danced together, blade becomes one and flies with the wind. They strike and they parry and they step and they move. It’s slow and graceful and strong and they lose themselves inside it.
The reason I didn’t let you spar with me, dear knight. Changmin whispers through the soft metal clangs. Is so that you can win over my skills in just one battle, the same way you won my heart over with only one gaze that night.
.Homin, PG
.Action/Drama/Fluff
.a mulan homin requested by tvfxqluvz02 . I hope she likes this. :DDD
.magnolia“You’re weak!” Yoochun smirks mockingly. “Get up and give me at least a scratch!”
Changmin spits to the ground. “Don’t make me laugh, pale boy. I can give you some real cracks in the brain if it weren’t for this damn armor you make me wear.”
“Well, that’s how it is, Changmin.” Yoochun laughs, his buddies howls with laughter along. “Real men use armors even when they mock fight. Guess that’s too much for you?”
Blood rises into unbearable heights in Changmin’s body. Yoochun’s laughter rings and finally Changmin can’t take it anymore. He stands up and slams his feet to Yoochun’s head in a roundhouse kick.
The poor boy falls to the ground limply. Changmin throws her armor and runs home.
“Daddy.” She cries. “Why do I have to be born as a girl?”
Changmin is a girl, but no long jets of raven for hair or soft and tinkling blushes for cheeks, rather a neck-length sun-brown hair tightened up into a bun and strong jaw line that defines the line between gender and where it stands.
And Jaejoong caresses his daughter’s back. He can spout wisdoms now, stories of old and tales from long ago, like all fathers who are intellectual and works as the advisors does. But Jaejoong knows better that what her daughter need is a mother.
Changmin doesn’t like being a girl. She likes horse-riding and climbing and playing ball, while she despises fixing her hair and playing houses with all her heart. All the boys know her as the toughest enemy for chess and best ally for climbing trees while the girls know her as the dirtiest one in their bunch and the one who stands up for them when the boys torture them. But nobody really objects to her ways of playing. She’s polite and sometimes the most mature in her pack of children and knows how to respect her elders. Everybody loves her to some extent.
But everybody grows up. Just as the summer passes the village over and over again, Changmin grows up with the falling leaves. The reddish-brown hair she wears turns into a deep hue of black that goes past her shoulder blades. The wild eyes of a rascal she uses disappears slowly into a soft hue of brown, the color of falling maples that seeks the warmth of the ground. Her cheeks are high with life and her forehead is wide with intelligence. Her fingers are long but soft and her tall posture is low with humbleness. Over years of being mocked as the ugliest duckling she gracefully enters the age of maturity as beautiful as a goddess’ swan.
Jaejoong huffed with pride whenever he hears his daughter’s name. Praises and presents were plenty as wedding offers flew into his house like bees into flowers. He curtly offered no exact reply to every offer, letting his daughter to pick her own choice. One day Changmin came into his room with her head bowed low.
“Father,” She says. “Please teach me how to use the sword.”
“I’m sorry.” Changmin softly says, sheathing her sword back. “I cannot accept a man who cannot defeat me in sword mastery.” And Jaejoong sighs, the fifth man of the month walks out of his yard with his head down in defeat. He only taught her daughter the basics and even with pure practicing on her own, she has defeated warriors tempered by war. On the border of feeling proud and misery at the same time, he laughs.
“The war is breaking!”
“We need every man from every family!”
“The front lines need us!”
“The war is breaking!”
“Flee, or you’ll get killed!”
“Men, stay and protect your country!”
Jaejoong was getting tired of the increasing number of shouts ringing in the village. He walks back into his house, only to find his daughter on the floor, bowing to him until her forehead touches the wooden floor. Her hair is in a bun and her sword by her side.
“Allow me to go, father.”
Changmin cut her hair short and pulls it into a normal bun. She sold her long dresses and smooth satins and bought pants and shirts that’s too harsh for her skin. She gives away all her accessories and cleans her room except for a white lily comb that used to be her mother’s. The afternoon sun finds her in the river with white cotton shirt and pants, clean and pure and willing to go to war as a man. Jaejoong holds her as long as he can before she rides off to the north under the full moon.
Ancestors, hear my prayers
Please let the village be safe
Protect my father whom I love dearly
Guard all the others
And save everybody from missing me
Captain Jung Yunho is son of the great General Kangwook, rising through the ranks like a brilliant sun with his mastery of swordsmanship, archery, and spear-handling. But as talented as he is, he is also young and it doesn’t elude him that he is in for a rougher time than most of the fresh recruits he’s been assigned to. He will be observed closely, searched for even the smallest crack of failure so he intends to make the best troop out of the new soldiers.
“Morning!” He shouts to the lines of men who leave their village to protect their country. “My name is Captain Yunho and I will be your commander on this platoon and I am going to break all your bones, pull all your muscles, and kick you into the best soldiers in the whole country!”
A weeks worth of training provides him with the fact that he is in for a much, much rougher time than he can imagine.
Changmin gasped as she examined herself. Bruises covered her whole body, shoulders, knees, and other stuffs she would’ve never imagined. She almost cried, sleeping alone in her tent she made up a few feet outside of camp so her real identity won’t be found. But she clamped her mouth shut, rubbed the bruise with some nasty-smelling ointment she borrowed from one of her mates, and slept. In the morning the bruise ached harder and harder but she slung her armors on anyways, put it on real tight so it won’t fall off even if it hurt her bruises more, and strode off to another day of hard training.
Two months passed and Yunho has tempered his platoon into quite some talents. He found archery masters waiting to be better at aiming; he meets spear-wielders possessing potential more than he can imagine they would, and he finds Changmin.
He was intrigued at first; the boy was weak and lithe, barren of any trace of labor work. But as time passes he founds that Changmin has agility above all. He runs faster than the others, climbs faster than others, and handles the sword extremely well. And there’s something in his walk, something small and faint, but exudes beauty after all.
Changmin gazed downward, avoiding the scrutinizing look on her commander’s face. “I’m sorry Captain Yunho.” She said softly, trying as hard as she can not to let her intonation crosses into the woman voice she was born with. “I can’t spar with you.”
“How come?” Yunho put his hand to his chin, analyzing the taller soldier in front of him. There was something suspicious about him, intriguingly pulling him deeper to try and uncover the secret. “Are you afraid I would steal your moves?”
“No, Captain.” She replies, and admits defeat to herself. Her tones went softer and light. “It wouldn’t be right of me to receive such honor for no achievement at all.” And she bows, but before she could make it out of the tent, a hand reached out to hers and held it strong.
“You know, captains are allowed to have one ‘special’ aide in a platoon.”
But Changmin pulls her hand away softly, and runs.
Yunho wants to know more about Changmin.
He’s willing to use all he can to get to know him.
Changmin looks at the frontier.
It won’t be long before their platoon gets the order to go.
And maybe, she can come home sooner.
Chants of drums ring in Changmin’s ear. This is it, She thought, her hand ready on her sword’s hilt. Around her, men of different sizes and backgrounds stand, facing the same enemy as her, thinking the same thing. It’s time to end this war.
Shell horn blares, and screams ruptures the field. The battle begins
Her sword flew around and she knew she had to kill so she thrusts it a little deeper than she usually does, a bit thicker and harder than she should until all that she can see is red and silver.
Junsu was shocked when he realized the soldiers his foe was bringing was actually quite worthwhile. He chuckles as he sees his ranks getting torn apart and slain. The blood flying like banners in the air satiates him, fills him, makes him wants more. His saliva almost falls down if it weren’t for his right hand who reminded him that the situation is getting out of hand.
Changmin was crying because she doesn’t want to kill, she doesn’t want to take all of these lives. She doesn’t want to believe that this is necessary, that killing other farmers, other peddles, other soldiers, other humans are necessary for peace but sadly it is and she hates the fact. She doesn’t want to be heartless. So she dropped a tear for each head she slashed and in the end her sword took life on its own and she was crying endlessly.
He laughs harder when he sees the soldier crying as he kills. “An innocent one, I see.” He grins. Slowly he raises his bow. “I can’t believe I’m doing this myself.” He murmurs. “Consider yourself honored, petty soldier.”
And his arrow flies.
Yunho picked his spear and sliced through the army. Head by head he tore off but the torrents of foes kept coming down. One sliced his sword against the blade of his spear so he was left with a staff and even then he still cracked a few skulls. Arrows flew at him and he managed to let his wooden staff receive it instead of his body. His sword took the lead then as it soars through the battlefield across enemy soldiers. He was prepared to kill and willing to do so.
What he wasn’t prepared for was seeing Changmin faint down in the middle of the field, an arrow stuck in the middle of his chest.
“Changmin!” Yunho screams, slashing people away suddenly gets harder to do as his mind was completely out of focus. “Changmin stand up!”
But Changmin can only hear noises, loud and clanging and her sight is going dark. She hears someone calling for her and she smiles.
“Yunho.”
“Is he going to make it doctor?” Yunho asked.
The doctor looked around, to all the faces that were waiting for his answer. He nodded slowly. Cheers erupted from the platoon, happy that their best soldier was going to be well.
“Nothing was injured. She is going to be okay.”
And the excitement died. Changmin walked out of the tent wearing the same clothes that she was wearing the first time she came in, a white shirt and white pants. But this time her hair is in a bun and an ornate comb with a white lily ornate held it up.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered.
Yunho screamed to the skies, cursing all the names of the gods as Changmin moved away silently, her things already in her hold.
“So, they think Junsu is dead!” He laughs. “We all know better that the leader of the barbarian from the north is better than that!”
Another one of his friend shouts back. “He’s planning his revenge! Our boss is the best!”
The group of three went on a drunken laughter fit that shakes the whole inn. Changmin listens intently from the next table.
Yunho woke up feeling damned. He had led the platoon that had finally slew the invading force from the north but in return he found out he had been cheated by one of his own men, the best one. Even after he realized the reason for Changmin’s ability of making his heart thumps harder whenever he, or rather she, was around, he still feels betrayed. He walked out of his tent only to realize that he has forgotten his sword. He walked back in and finds a letter and an ornate comb instead of his sword.
Junsu is not dead, it says, your responsibility is not done.
“What position do you have to lecture me about responsibility?” Yunho glares to the beauty sitting in the branch above him.
“See that cave?” Changmin points to the valley across the two of them, ignoring Yunho’s question. “Junsu is hiding in there. It connects to another entrance five kilometers outside the capital. You know whose head he’s after.”
“I ask again, woman.” Yunho’s voice grew more livid. “What makes you so daring as to take away my sword in the middle of the night only to teach me about responsibility? I’ll have you beheaded for this insolence!”
“Kill me if you like.” Changmin stares back, and something in the hazel-eyed stare she throws at Yunho reeks of rock-hard determination. “But I’m intending to protect the ones I love with what I can do best, fighting. It’s my duty because I chose it to be, and the only way to fulfill it is to end that barbarian’s life once and for all.”
She jumps down from the tall branch smoothly and throws Yunho’s sword back, her own sword ready at her side. “Come if you like, I’m going in with or without you.”
Junsu smiled. “I see you’re not dead yet.”
Changmin smiled back. “Thank you for noticing that. By the look of your sword it doesn’t look like you’re going to give up anytime soon.”
“You can bet on that, slut.”
“Oh, trust me.” Changmin chuckled, feet ready to leap. “It’ll take a thousand lifetimes before you ever get to touch my body.”
When Changmin comes back, the whole village cheers and cries for her. She was happy, excited, and crying beside herself, but she found the person who she missed the most in their garden, sitting under the blooming cherry tree and she runs to him.
“Here’s a medal from the Emperor, father.” She hurriedly presents it to him. “A-and here’s Junsu’s sword, as proof that I vanquished him, and, and,” She loses her voice as Jaejoong pulls her into a warm embrace.
“I have my daughter back. It’s all I can ask for.”
Yunho came three days later, asking for Changmin’s hand in marriage. After all this time, Changmin knew best that Yunho has exceptional swordsmanship skills. But she stands true on her words and raises her sword.
“Defeat me,” Changmin smiles, “Only then I shall be your wife.”
Changmin didn’t hold back and neither did Yunho. It was a battle witnessed by the whole village, staged in the Kim’s family yard. Neither Changmin or Yunho thinks they were still in the same place as they danced together, blade becomes one and flies with the wind. They strike and they parry and they step and they move. It’s slow and graceful and strong and they lose themselves inside it.
The reason I didn’t let you spar with me, dear knight. Changmin whispers through the soft metal clangs. Is so that you can win over my skills in just one battle, the same way you won my heart over with only one gaze that night.