Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Warrior: The Phoenix' Flames ❯ TJ and the Language of Love ( Chapter 19 )

“The moon whispers in the breeze, a waltz drifts in the air of the mansion of roses, and a song of hope for the future sung in a very high voice by a Youma. Wait a minute, that's not a waltz at all!”

Silent Warrior: The Phoenix' Flames

Episode 108

“An afternoon in the late spring heat,” TJ is saying. “In your nicely air-conditioned mansion, the happiness I can feel as I day dream about nothing.”

“Don't even try it, TJ!” Tyrone says in his ear.

TJ and the guys are at Ashley's place doing some studying for their final exams. They are also there because her mansion has the a/c turned on, and it's a hot day outside. TJ is doing his normal thing, sleeping during the session, but the guys keep getting on him about it. Tyrese is looking around, admiring the books.

“You guys came over for the air, didn't you?” Ashley asks.

“Of course not,” Styve says. “This homemade sweet tea is good too…oops!”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

“You have a great selection of books,” Tyrese says to Ashley.

“Oh thanks,” she says.

“Let's see. There's Easy Math for Easy People, Speak French in 5 minutes or Less, and Easy Cooking for Lazy Chefs.”

“It doesn't seem very consistent,” Tyrone comments.

“Well, I like a lot of different things,” Ashley explains. “There're so many interesting things out there that I can't decide what I want to major in.”

“That's great Ashley,” Damon says. “You're like a jack of all trades but master of none.”

“That's not really a compliment, Damion…At any rate; you guys do need to do some more studying. You should start with math.”

“I'm terrible with math,” TJ moans.

“In your case, I think you mean you're also terrible at math.”

The doorbell then rings, and TJ goes to answer it, for it's the butler's day off.

“Bonjour monsieur,” the guy at the door says.

“Umm, no thanks, we don't want any,” TJ says, starting to close the door.

“Pardon?”

“Je ne parle les francias.”

Ashley then comes to the door and recognizes the man.

“Bonjour Edwards,” she says. “Nice to see you again. Guys, this is Edwards, my old French teacher.”

“Bonjour,” says Tyrone perfectly.

“Bonsoir,” Styve says.

“Salut,” Tyrese says with a little hesitation.

“Merci,” Damon says.

“That means thank you,” Styve whispers to Damon.

“At least I was polite,” Damon points out.

“Ashley, I'd like to invite you and these fine young men to my party tonight,” Edwards says.

“Don't worry, we'll be there,” Ashley says.

TJ and the Language of Love

“Edwards is a Frenchman that lives in the mansion across town,” Ashley explains to the guys. “He frequently calls on young people to his place for extravagant parties.”

“I, for one, am looking forward to meeting people from other countries,” Tyrese says.

“I'm glad to be spending time with Ashley,” TJ comments.

“TJ, this party will have foreigners.”

“That's right T,” Ashley says. “Most of the conversations will be in French.”

“Oh no,” TJ whines. “A romantic evening with Ashley; speaking French.”

TJ continues to say this as Ashley goes on.

“We're all going to have to study our French a little harder today,” Ashley says to the group.

“I'm not in the mood to study,” TJ whines.

* * *

In the lab, professor King is thinking about who could have a Pure Heart Crystal. He decides to call up Elmyra.

“Rapturers 5 Elmyra, speaking,” she answers the phone.

“Ah yes, Elmyra, I was just thinking about who the next target could be.”

He then turns on a record player, which is playing some demonic waltz music.

“What's that excruciating noise?” Elmyra asks, holding the phone away from her ear.

“It's a waltz, my dear,” he replies. “One who likes to waltz and dreams of the future must have a talisman in their pure heart.”

“I think I've found someone on my computer. His name is Jacques Edwards, and he hosts parties hoping to attract young people who dream of the future.”

“Excellent, I'll create a Youma monster for you.”

“I have a bad feeling about this one,” Elmyra moans.

While the music plays in the background, Professor King places the record player into the Youma machine, and ships it off to Elmyra. Her car appears in a lake, still playing the waltz.

* * *

That night, the guys are accompanying Ashley to Edwards' party.

“Bonnuit mademoiselle,” one guy says to Ashley.

“Ah, this is too much French,” TJ says, overwhelmed at the first sound of French speaking. “I think I'll go get some juice to help relax.”

TJ walks off, and some girls come up to Ashley.

“Hello there, Ashley,” a blonde one says. “I see you've brought some men with you.”

“Wow, you guys speak English?” Damon asks, relieved.

“Yes, we are studying English in school.”

“Hey, where did TJ get to?” Styve asks, noticing his missing friend.

Over near a bar, TJ is looking through his French dictionary.

“Great, even they aren't having any trouble speaking,” TJ mumbles, looking at the guys talk, thinking it's all in French. “Even Damon and Styve aren't having a problem.”

TJ then reaches for a glass, which he thinks is filled with juice, but is really filled with brandy. Tyrese is with Mr. Edwards, discussing his reason for having so many parties.

“I think it's great how you invite all of us here so often,” Tyrese says. “And the students all study such advanced subjects!”

“I like to hold these parties for young people because they are the future,” Mr. Edwards explains. “I want to make up for it by helping young people find their callings.”

“That's' a good idea, I will try hard for the future as well.”

Styve, Damon, and Tyrone are all sitting together, discussing how much more advanced the French students are than them. They then see TJ walk over to Ashley.

“Guys, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, TJ,” Ashley introduces as he walks up.

“Bonjour, Bonjour, ca va et moi bein!” TJ says, slurring his words.

“Hello there, TJ,” one of the girls says.

“You know, there's an old saying that says you shouldn't eat sweets outside of a bed, but then what would there be if there was a world where kids couldn't do adult things?”

“TJ, what are you going on about?” Ashley asks, nervous.

“Then you take two cups of sugar, add milk and a clock, and you have it there. And don't' forget the whipped cream, or else you're useless as a woman.”

“You know, Einstein's theory of relativity was once described by baking,” one of the girls says.

“And I heard that sweets in bed can help you relax,” the other says. “This man is really something.”

“Merci, merci, and scrambled eggs omelet!” TJ says, smacked.

“Oh no,” Tyrese says, going over to Ashley. “TJ's drunk,” he whispers in her ear.

“Excuse me ladies, TJ and I need to get some air,” Ashley apologizes, dragging TJ with her.

The lights then dim, and a spotlight goes on Mr. Edwards.

“Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce the sensational, Elliott Jones, and his partner, Jacoby Watson.”

The lights then go back on, and Elliott and Jacoby are in the middle of the floor. Elliott then begins to play his violin and Jacoby the piano.

Outside, the guys have all joined Ashley.

“What were you doing drinking?” Ashley asks.

“I thought it was ginger ale,” TJ responds.

“That's not ginger ale, its brandy!” Styve scorns.

Meanwhile downstairs, Elmyra has arrived in a rather striking red evening gown.

Elliott finishes playing, and TJ and the others go back inside.

“Hi Elliott, Coby, what are you guys doing here?” Tyrone asks.

“We never miss a party,” Jacoby replies.

A Waltz for the Moon begins to play, and Elliott asks Ashley to dance. She happily obliges.

“Great, now whom shall I dance with?” TJ pouts.

“You can dance with me, if your girl won't mind?” a French girl says to him.

Tyrese and the others watch as TJ and the girl waltz perfectly.

“I had no idea he could waltz like that,” Styve says.

“I guess it's because he's prince of the new moon,” Damon concludes.

“I want to dance with her next,” Styve says.

The guys begin to fight over her, so they start to do rock, paper, scissors. Meanwhile, as Elliott and Ashley are dancing, the two have a conversation about Edwards.

“They say that he built a fortune thinking that money could buy him his future,” Ashley says. “But, after he got all the money, he had no family or friends. So, he didn't know who to give the bright future to.”

“Sometimes it's necessary to make large sacrifices in order to get a bright future,” Elliott argues.

“Building a future by sacrificing a lot doesn't mean anything if there is nobody left to enjoy that future. It's impossible to do it alone.”

The dance is over, and the second one is beginning. The guys are so busy doing the rock paper scissors that Jacoby goes and dances with the girl.

“How would you guys like to see something nice?” Edwards asks, coming up to the five guys.

Edwards takes them outside to a large garden where all sorts of flowers are growing, and where a lake is flowing.

“My dream is that the young people will make a beautiful future, just like this garden,” he says to them. “I'll go inside and get some refreshments.”

“What a boring party,” Elmyra says, leaning against a wall.

She then takes out her gun and starts filling the place with sleeping gas. Edwards walks in and sees a lady standing in the smoke with her back to him.

“Young lady, you must get out of here at once,” he says.

She turns and around to reveal herself as Elmyra, still in the dress and now a gas mask. She then switches modes on the gun and shoots out his pure heart. Outside, the guys are headed back when they see the smoke.

“Armor of the Phoenix, Transform!”

“Dark Ice-Dagger Power!”

“Dark Fire-Dagger Power!”

“Dark Lightning-Dagger Power!”

“Dark Dagger Power!”

“This time the pure heart is mine!” Elmyra laughs.

“Dark Tiger-Dagger Power!”

“Dark Hawk-Dagger Power!”

“Tiger's Paw Slash!”

Dark Tiger's Eye attacks, and Dark Hawk's Eye grabs the crystal.

“Hey, not again, can't you guys give a girl a break?” Elmyra whines. “Come on out Chiquan.”

Her trunk opens, and the smoke appears, but when it disappears, Chiquan still isn't out yet.

“What's taking so long? It's time to step up!” Elmyra shouts.

Chiquan then starts to climb out of the trunk, but she trips on her gown and falls to the ground. Chiquan has an old-style record player for a body, and is in an elegant evening gown with a mask.

“Oh, what an entrance. Can I go home now?”

The five daggers then strike the ground.

“You can't leave now that the party's just started,” Silent Warrior says.

“Yeah, because you're no Cinderella,” Dark Sabre says.

“You've crashed this party, now it's time to crash you,” Dark Blade says.

“You can't be the last one to show up, and the first one to leave,” Dark Knight says.

“Because this isn't a story book like Snow White, Cinderella, and what else?” Dark Warrior says.

“All of them,” Silent Warrior says.

“Right,” Dark Warrior says with a big sweat drop.

“So in the name of the Phoenix, we shall punish you!”

“This crystal isn't a talisman,” Dark Tiger's Eye says.

“Oh man, I'm getting such a migraine. Chiquan, finish them off.”

The Youma starts to turn the handle on its side, and plays some bad music with notes that come out and attack.

“This is pathetic,” Dark Hawk's Eye says. “Hawk's Sheer Feathers!”

The attack breaks the handle.

“She was so pathetically out of step,” Dark Hawk's Eye comments. “We'll be seeing you round.”

The two leave, and the Original Brothers are left with the Youma. Chiquan begins to attack them with more music from her record.

“Star Slinger!”

Yellow LightStar's attack breaks the record.

“Music is for enjoyment and relaxation, not for making people suffer,” she says.

“Shut up,” Chiquan says, throwing her phonograph speaker at her and missing terribly. “Great, that was my last weapon.”

“Phoenix, Flare Up Now!”

* * *

After the battle, the party resumes, and Tuxedo Mirage begins to play. Ashley and TJ dance together, and the guys start doing the hand game again to see who gets Ashley next. Outside, Dark Hawk's Eye and Dark Tiger's Eye are watching everyone from a tree.

“Believing only in a rosy future, and entrusting that dream to the next generation,” Dark Tiger's Eye says.

“I guess that's one way to live,” Dark Hawk's eye comments. “But we're running out of time. The silence is approaching soon. To prevent that, we have to find those talismans.”