My Guardian Angel (Mulan)

HONOR TO US ALL

[attr="class","next"] Mulan threw her hair into a bun and looked at herself in the pond. She turned left, then right, then left again. It wouldn’t work. She grabbed the dagger that was next to her and put it to her long hair. “Here it goes again,” She breathed, taking off a good solid ten inches from her hair. Now it was manageable. E had suggested she either grow it out or cut it short. Tying it up with a piece of elastic she had found, she stood and straightened her uniform. It was typical of the castle guards — something that she felt rather at home in. It rather felt like the uniforms from the Chinese army.

But this was different.

As she marched into the training, she could see him. Beautiful, handsome and a complete ass hole again. It was as if he had gone right back to the way that he was before: strict and unyielding. But that was the man that she had fallen in love with. Mulan tried not to think about it as she squared her shoulders and feigned the posture of a man. Today she was Ping — and today she was going to enter the queen’s guard as such.

It was like deja vu. Again, she was playing the part of the woman pretending to be a male all so she could watch after Shang. Shang. It was the first time that she had allowed herself to think his name in quite some time and it felt…good. She smiled, but realized it was the wrong reaction as some of the men had already begun to shift uncomfortably at Shang’s words. “I’ve…erm…” She dropped her voice an octave as she raised her hand, “I’ve got a question, sir.” She saluted him rather awkwardly and again, tried not to smile. God how she loved when he was demanding like that. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

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