Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Shan-Yu's Victory	By : lightbird Category: +M through R > Mulan (Disney) > Mulan (Disney) Views: 16642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the cartoons of Disney Studios, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
“Not bad, huh?” the little dragon said with a self-satisfied smirk.

“No, not bad,” Shang muttered, stamping out the myriad flavors of incense that Mushu had kindled in the passageway in order to confuse the falcon with a different scent. He blinked and rubbed his temples, dizzy from the fumes and the mixture of scents that overwhelmed him. “And you found an empty room.”

The last of the incense was out and he turned to look at Mushu, shaking his head, still bewildered by the guardian’s actual existence. The dragon peered back at him defiantly.

“What?” he demanded.

Shang shook his head again and stepped out of the hidden passageway and into the room, closing the panel behind him. He surveyed the chamber. It was another windowless room and it obviously belonged to one of the concubines judging from the décor; and the scent - the room even smelled like sex. Where the occupant of the room was now, in the middle of the night, was beyond him.

Mushu hopped over to the door. “I’ll check that the corridor is clear. Although you’re in a Hun uniform, so you may be able to get out of here without raising any suspicions even if you are seen. Just act natural.”

“What about Mulan? I can’t leave her. And you’re her guardian. Why aren’t you staying with her?”

“Look, I don’t like this any more than you do. But she told me that your life is in danger and she thinks that hers isn’t. She refused to leave.”

“She refused?”

“And she insisted that I take you to the others. But I’m not going to do that because I need to get back to her. All you need to know is that Yao, Ling and Chien-Po are on their way here, coming via the Tung Shao Pass; you know how to get there to intercept them by yourself. They’re trying to organize a revolt in the provinces and they need someone to lead them. She believes that someone would be you.”

“I can’t lead anyone,” Shang muttered sadly, shaking his head again. He sighed. “The Emperor is dead because of me, because I couldn’t save him. I led my troops to their death...”

“Man, will you cut it out? You really like feeling sorry for yourself, don’t you?” Mushu commented, his tone harsh. “I don’t know what she sees in you.”

“I’m not feeling sorry for myself, I just…” Shang stopped, suddenly registering what he had said, and blinked at him, stunned. “What…? What she sees in me…?”

Mushu rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively at him, opening the door a crack and peering out into the corridor.

“Alright, it’s clear. Let’s go.”

Shang moved to the door and peeked out, then stepped out, walking nonchalantly down the hall, Mushu perched inside his collar. He found a stairway and descended them, keeping his face hidden as several Hun soldiers appeared at the bottom, conferring with one soldier who must have been a leader. He reached the bottom of the stairs and joined the group of soldiers, listening as the leader gave instructions in a completely unfamiliar tongue.

The leader pointed to him and the man next to him, said something and pointed in one direction. Though Shang didn’t understand the language, he instinctively picked up what was going on and went with the other man that the leader had pointed to.

He saw that the man was heading toward the front door and glanced around. The rest of the group had dispersed. It was the middle of the night and the corridor was empty now. Shang let the other man get ahead of him, then grabbed him from behind swiftly, locking his arm around the man’s neck and squeezing it. The man struggled and Shang tightened his grip until he felt him finally go limp. He dragged the man across the floor and hid him behind a column, then hurried out the front door.

“Man, I wouldn’t want you angry at me,” Mushu muttered.

Shang made his way across the square, staying in the shadows, sneaking into the palace stable.

“What are you doing?”

“I need a horse.”

“Mulan left Khan at the stream in the forest, near the gate.”

He didn’t answer, entering the stable quietly. He approached one of the stallions, speaking softly to it and patting it, letting the horse become familiar with him. Then he led it out, walking with it toward the city gate, continuing to stay in the shadows as much as he could.

There were guards posted at the gate.

“Now what?”

Shang pondered something for a minute. Then he mounted the stallion and kicked it, tugging at the reins and sending the horse into a gallop.

“What are you doing?” Mushu exclaimed. “They’re going to know that you’re leaving and where you’re going!”

The guards began to shout at him, but he ignored them and galloped through the gate, disappearing into the forest. He halted the horse and dismounted, then sent the stallion galloping, rider less, in the same direction that he’d been heading.

“Shang, what…”

“Quiet,” Shang ordered sharply, cutting him off.

He disappeared into a thicket and waited quietly hidden as the sound of galloping hooves approached. He heard the riders shouting in the Hun language and saw their outlines as they thundered past, following the prints of the stallion that had continued on in the direction that they assumed he had taken.

He waited until the sound of the hooves was long gone, then quietly told Mushu to lead him to Khan.

The large black steed was drinking from the stream when they found him. Mushu called to him and approached him with no caution whatsoever, and Khan raised his head and snorted at him with disdain, attempting to bite him.

“We’re trying to help Mulan, Khan. Don’t be so stubborn,” Mushu snapped at the horse.

Shang approached Khan slowly, speaking softly to him. The steed looked at him suspiciously and neighed.

“Khan,” he continued softly but firmly, looking him straight in the eye. The horse appeared to be less uneasy once eye contact was made. Shang was able to get close enough to touch him and he reached up, stroking the steed’s mane gently and continuing to speak to him quietly.

He mounted the large black steed, taking a minute to adjust to being on such a large horse, much larger than the Imperial stallions he was used to riding. Then he headed off in the opposite direction from where he’d been riding, skirting the walls of the city and heading toward the Tung Shao Pass.

“Mushu.”

Mushu poked his head out of his collar.

“I’m heading toward the pass now to meet the others. You don’t need to stay with me. Get back to Mulan. I will come back as soon as I can and help to get her out of there.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.”

~~~

“Suren.”

Shan-Yu clicked his tongue and the falcon left his perch on Mulan’s shoulder and flew to his master.

He stroked the bird’s head again, then gestured toward the door and made another sound with his tongue. The falcon flew to the outer chamber.

Mulan’s mind was racing, trying to decide if it would be worse for him to know that Shang was there or for him to know that she was the soldier that had fired the cannon and buried his army. She had already told him that she didn’t want Shang harmed, and decided that would be the better choice.

“The commander was here. I sent him away. I told you, I didn’t want him harmed.”

Shan-Yu’s eyebrows went up and an expression of disbelief flitted across his face. He suppressed it immediately and began to chuckle.

Mulan stared at him in confusion. He crossed over to the bed and sat beside her again.

“I wonder why he came here.”

She remained silent for a minute, thinking carefully, realizing with amusement that he might have been jealous of Shang. Shan-Yu didn’t know that all Shang did was fight with her. There was nothing for anyone to be jealous of.

“He wanted me to go with him,” she told him finally.

His eyebrows went up again in surprise. Then he began to laugh heartily once more and before she knew it he had grabbed her shoulders and pulled her against his body, embracing her and placing his lips on hers, forcing her lips to part open.

His lips felt rough and her lips and the skin around them felt raw from the kisses he placed on them. She was surprised to find that it wasn’t unpleasant and found herself giving in for a moment; but she stopped herself, knowing in her mind that she had to fight him. She struggled, trying to turn her face away, twisting her body and trying to squirm out of his grip. He began to laugh, grabbing her around the waist tightly, not letting her go.

“Ah, you are a fighter…I’m so glad that you decided to stay here with me instead of leaving with him.”

~~~

Mulan didn’t want to be completely in the dark. She lay awake despite the fact that it had been a long night and she should have been tired, the lantern still burning, glancing at the top of her closet every once in awhile where Shan-Yu’s falcon was perched. The bird’s eyes were closed, but when she sat up and shifted to the edge of the bed, one eye immediately opened vigilantly.

She sighed and lay back down, watching the falcon. His other eye had opened and he had moved to the edge of his perch, appearing as if he were about to swoop down. A flash of red caught her eye and she realized that Mushu had returned. The falcon had seen him.

“Okay, Mulan, Shang is on his way to the others. I led him to Khan and he’s riding him. He had an Imperial stallion, but he sent it off in a different direction to throw the guards at the gate off and make them think he rode that way.”

She nodded. “Okay, Mushu. Be still now, so you don’t create a stir…”

Mushu was continuing to talk, not realizing that she’d even said anything.

“Now we have to get you out of here. Shan-Yu is asleep. If you’re quiet, we can sneak out past him and you can climb out the window.”

“Mushu, I can’t leave. I’m being watched. And so are you.”

“What?”

She gestured to the top of the closet where the falcon had remained, observing Mushu warily.

Mushu groaned. “The falcon.”

“Even before this, he has always had his men watching me. Since he found me.”

“I didn’t see anyone…”

“I didn’t always see them either, and I’ve been allowed to move about freely since I came. But I know they were there, keeping an eye on me.”

“And now he has the falcon watching you?”

“He thinks Shang will try to come back here. The falcon is here to catch him if he does.”

“Maybe I can distract him and you can get out through the passageway. I’ll join you after I take care of that bird and lead you the same way I took Shang.”

“No. He’ll just start squawking.”

He sighed. “We’ve got to get you out of here.”

“It’s okay, Mushu. I can be of help from here, maybe even more so than if I were out there with them. I’m on the inside. I can see what’s going on. I hear his conversations. If you would be willing to act as a go-between, you could pass the information to Shang.”

“I don’t like the idea of leaving you alone.”

“You could come back after you get the information to them.”

“Well, Shang is on his way to the others and hopefully he can lead them, as you say. If you have anything for me to tell them, I’ll do it.”

“Thanks, Mushu.”

“I have to tell you though, Mulan, Shang really is a big baby. At least now he’s finally stopped feeling sorry for himself and is taking action…”

Mushu trailed off and Mulan turned her face away, realizing that he’d seen her tears. Her guardian hopped over to see her face, looking at her closely.

“What is it? Shan-Yu didn’t harm you while I was gone, did he?”

She shook her head, lowering her gaze away from his, feeling her face grow pink. Her skin and her lips still felt raw from the touch of his lips on them.

“Mulan, what happened?” her guardian asked in alarm.

“Nothing.”
- 14
- 15
- 16
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Shan-Yu's Victory