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Sunday, June 25, 2006


   Continued, part 2 of "La Vie Boheme/I Should Tell You"
xDDDDDDD Thanks guys! I'm betting both of you would LOVE RENT too. *squees* I'm rested now, though...I had to clean my room, which is really weird now that it's mostly clean, and it's kinda freaking me out. 0.o; But yay for more story!

xD And the more I think about it, the more I want to do the entire show in a gigantic song fic. *giggles* It fits the cast of KH so well! Hell, I might as well! xD So yeah, enjoy this for now!

Oh, and Lolly~cha, my eyes are dark brown, almost black. ^-^

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Riku walked over to a table at the back of the room, laughing at the group of people he once called friends. "Bohemia, bohemia's a fallacy in your head! This is Calcutta!" He gave them one last glance before sitting down, a few of his business partners also pulling up seats. "Bohemia is dead."

The group scowled at Riku as he began to chat airily with his companions. The silence strectched on, even after they had placed their orders. Finally, Sora stood up.

"I can't take this," he muttered, before lifting his glass, grinning. "Hey, Riku made a toast, I can too, right?"

The rest of the group shrugged, suddenly feeling their intrests perk up. What was Sora planning to do?

Sora, ignoring the cafe manager, stood up on his chair. "A toast!" he shouted, gaining the attention of the cafe. He looked around at his friends, before giving them all a quick wink. "Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes! Here she lies-" He waved a hand around the room, his tone both serious, and slightly nutty. Across from him, Leon and Sephiroth his their laughter, instead chanting random, Latin-hymn-sounding words.

"No one knew her worth! The great, late daughter of Mother Earth! On this night, when we celebrate The Birth..." Sora trailed off, looking around again to see if everyone had their glasses raised. Indeed, everyone at the table, as well as a few other cafe patrons, excluding Riku and his table, had a glassed raised. Sora shook his head. "In that little town of Bethlehem. We raise our glass -you bet your ass!- to...La Vie...Boheme!"

Around him, provoked by Leon, Cloud, and Yuffie, people began a soft chanting. "La Vie Boheme...La Vie Boheme...La Vie Boheme...La Vie Boheme..."

The small brunette grinned, and after recieving a thumbs up from Mikaela, kept on going. He set down his glass, and like a pastor giving a sermon, spoke out to the entire cafe. "To days on inspiration! Playing hookey! Making something out of nothing! The need to express, to communicate! To going against the grain, going insane, going mad!"

The chanting was slowly getting louder, as Yuffie stood up, pulling Aerith with her, and jumped on to the chair next to Sora, who was still listing things in need of a toast.

"To loving tension! No pension! To more than one demension! To starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension! Not to mention, of course, hating dear old Mom and Dad!"

By now, the entire table was up, standing on something, and either chanting or clapping. Nearly all of the other cafe goers were doing the same, albit a bit more calmly. Sora, spurred by the fire he was lightly, jumped on to the table. "To being an 'us' for once, in stead of a 'them'!"

"La Vie Boheme! La Vie Boheme!"

Smiling, Yuffie pulled Aerith out of the commotion a bit, standing near Riku's table. "Isn't this great?" she panted, eyes sparkling with joy. "Sora's amazing! I hope he's getting this on film! This would make for a great protest!"

"Yes, Yuffie, but don't you-" Aerith was cut off as Yuffie's face fell. The ninja grabbed the older girl, pulling her down to her height. "Aer! We forgot my stuff back in Third! Quick, remember this for me: is the equipment in a pyramid?"

Aerith rolled her eyes, but nodded. "It is, Yuffie."

Yuffie sighed in relief. "Good. The mixer doesn't have a case- don't give me that face!" She caught Aerith rolling her eyes again, and gave her a swift smack to her backside. Behind them, one of Riku's business partners coughed, a slightly disgusted look on his face. Yuffie turned around, smirking. "Hey mister, she's my sister!"

Back at the table, the host, looking extremely flustered, ran over with two weighted down trays of food. As Leon and Sephiroth helped him to set them down on the table, he rattled off the list of orders. "So that's five miso soups, four seaweed salads, three soy burger dinners, two tofu dog platters, and one pasta with meatless balls?"

A pause. Sora scrunched up his nose. "Ugh."

Sephiroth, who had ordered most of the food, shrugged. "It tastes the same."

Next to him, Mikaela scoffed lightly, giggling. "If you close your eyes!"

The host, annoyed, threw down their check. "And thirteen orders of fries! Is that it here?"

The rest of the group cheered. "Wine and beer!"

Spurred by the moment, Mikaela jumped on to the table next to Sora, pulling Cloud with her. "Our toast!" she cried, pulling on Clouds arm. The two began to dance around the table, shouting out a toast. "To hand crafted beers made in local breweries! To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese! To leather, to dildos! To curry vindaloo! To huevos rancheros, and Maya Angelou!"

They jumped off the table, Sephiroth catching Cloud, and Leon catching Mikaela. Yuffie rushed over, flipping up on the table. In the process, she manged to pull Sephiroth and Cloud, still in the silver-haired man's arms, up with her. "Seph! Our turn!" She struck a pose, while the man shrugged, before setting Cloud down. "Emotion, devotion, to causing a comotion! Creation, vacation-"

The two were cut off as Sora slid in between them, throwing up his hands. "Mucho masturbation!"

Yuffie and Sephiroth shrugged. "Compassion, to fashion, to passion- when it's new!"

Sephiroth grabbed Cloud around his wasit, getting into the spirit. "To Sontag!"

Cloud grinned. "To Sondheim!"

Mikaela, Leon, Yuffie, and Sora, all back on the table, shouted out, "To anything taboo!"

Sephiroth joined the group on the table, throwing an arm around Leon. "Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunniham and Cage-"

"Lenny Bruce!"

"Langston Huges!"

Yuffie, jumping off the table at Aerith, squealed in delight. "To the stage!"

"To Uta!"

"To Buddha!"

"Pablo Neruda, too!"

Mikaela pressed her back against Leon's, tossing up her hands in a Broadway pose as he mimicked her moves. "Why Dorothy and toto went over the rainbow: to blow off Auntie Em!"

The entire cafe was in a spirited flurry now as they collectivly shouted their new anthem, "La Vie Boheme!"

Back on the ground, Yuffie began pushing Aerith towards the door. "Come on Aer! You're my production manager! Please?"

Aerith rolled her eyes, a growing habit around her girlfriend. "Fine, fine. I'll go get your equipment." She sighed as Yuffie jumped up to kiss her cheek.

"And wipe the speakers off before you pack!"

"Yes, Yuffie."

The ninja girl smiled, squealing out, "Well, hurry back!", before pulling Aerith down for a quick, but heated kiss. As they pulled away, Aerith caught the eye of the same guy as before, his eyebrows raised.

"Sisters?"

"We're close," she muttered, before rushing out to go pick up Yuffie's forgotten equipment.

Back inside the cafe, the group was still making a scene, to the displeasure of Riku and his fellow business partners.

Sora, Mikaela, and Cloud were currently dancing around the cafe, yelling out more of their "toast".

"Bisexuals, trisexuals, homosapiens, carcinogens, hallucinogens, men! Pee Wee Herman! German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein, Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa! Carmina Burana!"

They ran to the front of the cafe, encouraging everyone else to join in.

"To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy! Vaclav Havel! The Sex Pistols! Eight B C! To no shame, never plaing the fame game!"

Sephiroth cut in, leaning over them. "To marijuana!" he cried, gaining a funny look from the group, who's collective thoughts added up to something along the lines of, "Wow, he's drunk."

Shrugging, they continued, even more spirited with the tipsy Sephiroth joining in. "To sodomy, it's between God and me! To S and M!"

From his table, Riku jumped up, and began shouting to the host. "Waiter, waiter! Waiter!" He was drowned out, however, but another shout of the night's anthm.

"La Vie Boheme!"

Sephiroth, now quite social, called for a bit of quiet. "Thank you, thank you! And now, in honor of the death of Bohemia, an impromtu salon will commence immediately following dinner! Mikaela Redamo-", Mikaela bowed to a smattering of applause, "-clad only in bubblewrap, will perform her famous Lawn Chair Handcuff Dance, to the sounds of iced tea being stirred!"

Leon snorted, pushing Sephiroth out of the way, and began his round as MC. "Sora Hikashi will preview his new documentary on his inability to hold an erection on the High Holy Days!" He snickered at the appalled look on Sora's face as the crowed gasped and giggled at the remark. Shaking his head, the smaller brunette simply pushed Leon over, before taking up an imaginary microphone.

"Yuffie Kisaragi-", another bow, amongst a riot of cheering, "-back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the Third District Moggle lot, will sing Native American tribal chants through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello- which she has never studdied!"

Amongst the insanity, Mikaela felt herself being pulled away from the group. before coming face to face with Riku. She narrowed her eyes, before trying to get past him. The boy wouldn't have that though, and roughly jerked on her arm, so she would stay close. "Nice to se you again, Mikki," he purred, using the nickname he'd given her awhile back.

Mikaela rolled her eyes. "What do you want, Riku?"

Riku cast a look in Leon's direction. "Your new boyfriend doesn't know about us?"

Mikaela huffed. "There's nothing to know."

"Don't you think that we should discuss-"

"It was three months ago!"

A scoff. "He doesn't act like he's with you."

A shrug, and Mikaela tried to look unphased. "We're taking things slow."

"Where's he now?"

"He's right..." Mikaela trailed off, looking back for Leon, yet not finding him. The older brunette boy seemed to have disappeared.

"Uh huh."

"Where'd he go?" She wrenched her arm out of Riku's grasp, before running back into the crowd. Riku simply smirked; the damage was done.

Back with the gang, Sora was making another annoucement, this time about Leon.

"Squall Leonheart-"

"That's Leon!"

"-will attempt to write a bittersweet, provacative song!" He tossed Leon a guitar that had been sitting in a corner of the cafe. Confused, Leon played the only thing he knew.

"...that doesn't remind us of 'Musetta's Waltz'!" He shook his head, before handing off the pretend mic to Sephiroth again.

"Cloud Strife will model the lastest fashions from Paris, while accompanying himself on the ten-gallon plastic pickel tub!"

Cloud stole the mic from his boyfriend, grinning. "And Sephiroth will recount his exploits as an anarchist- including the tale of his successful reprograming of the Academy Virtual Reality equipment to self-distruct, as it broadcast the words:"

Here, the entire group shouted out, "Actual reality! Act up! Fight charades!"

Behind them, they could hear Riku trying to call out again. "Check!" Mikaela, still reeling from his comments, tried to ignore him as she stalked over to Leon. She pulled on his shoulder, bringing him to face her.

"Excuse me! Did I do something wrong? I get invited, then ignored, all night long!"

Leon sighed. "I've been trying! I'm not lying!" He ran a hand through his hair, avoiding straight on eye contact. "No one's perfect! I've got baggage-"

Mikaela rolled her eyes, before taking his hand. "Life's too short babe- time is flying. I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine." She smiled as Leon looked up.

"I should tell you-"

She shook her head, giving a small thought to Riku. "I've got baggage too."

"I should tell you-"

"-baggage-"

Behind the pair, the group exploded in a wave of spirited demand. "Wine and beer!"

Silence hung in the air for a moment. Mikaela and Leon both stood still for a moment, afarid to move. Finally, Mikaela tried to break the tension, leaning up on Leon's chest. As she died, she gave a cry of pain, her hand flying to her thigh. Ignoring Leon's attempt to find out what wrong, she stuck her hand down the side of her pants, digging around a bit, before removing a small dagger that had been tied to her leg. She held it up, finding blood on the tip. "Damn," she muttered, looking back at Leon. She couldn't help but smile when he held out a dagger, nearly identical to hers.

"You?" he questioned, and she nodded.

"Me. You?"

A pause. "Mikki..." He couldn't help himself; he'd been wanting to call her that since she'd told him her name. Seeing the look that ran through her eyes, he held out a hand to her. "Come on," he said softly, pulling her out of the cafe. "We should talk."

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xD Again, not finished. But WOW! That's the end of the first part, "La Vie Boheme". Next up is "I Should Tell You", then the final part, the La Vie reprise bit.

Isn't RENT awesome?!

Also, some notes here: the "charades" part is really supposed to be "Fight AIDS!", but...c'mon...though it's a big part of RENT, I could bring myself to give anyone in here AIDS. It just...doesn't fit the story. Which is why Leon and Mikaela both have daggers concealed for protection as their one thing in common, instead of both having to take an AZT break for their meds.

Did I substitute well?

xD Yush, more tomorrow lufferlys! 'Night!

Love,
-Megumi

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