Author's Note: I was reading some fanfic, and I saw this one story called 10 Reasons to Share Your Room and it's an X-men fanfic, but I decided to twist that up a bit. I wanted to make a few things that annoy Mulan about Shang. So I hope you guys enjoy my story:) R&R!
Sometimes it just was not fair. Life wasn't fair. Mulan knew that, and how could she not know that? With the whole army situation, gossip about her around the village, and her mother's constantly repeating it, how could she forget? But sometimes she wished it was fair.
Being or actually pretending to be a boy actually made her feel like herself and comfortable, as much of a pun that was. And marrying a General left her home, working or tending the house and garden. Since Shang's brother was older, he had dibs on the house before Shang did, leaving Mulan and Shang to make a big decision: should they buy a new house or live with Mulan's parents? They had decided to live with Mulan's parents, which was something Mulan would always love Shang for. But sometimes she wished she lived with Shang's parents. Mulan loved his mother, and she could never stop laughing with Shang's father. Mulan's parents were always out of the house now that they had servants, thanks to Shang, and also to give Mulan and Shang privacy. However, it always seemed as if they never gave them privacy at the right time. Mulan would not go into detail about those situations.
And as she stayed home alone, she thought a lot about several things. Mulan knew she belonged in the Emperor's Council. She was supposed to be talking and discussing plans. Mulan could advise them and even act as a peace keeping agent between China and the other countries. But knowing Shang, he would never allow her to do that. In fact, he always felt that he had to protect her, especially now that they were married. She couldn't blame him, but at the same time, she wished he wouldn't act this way. After all it was only a few months ago that she was in war, training to fight the Huns, and fighting in combat. How much could she have forgotten in that timeframe?
Mulan sighed as she finished the last parts of the elaborate dinner she made for Shang. Leaving her at home gave her ample time to do several things, and like the good wife that she was, she planned, timed, and made sure Shang came home to good smells, that tempted him and made him eager for dinner. They would be alone tonight since Fa Zhou and Fa Li were visiting an old relative, who was days' travel away. Granny Fa was gambling as usual with old friends and would not be home until a few days later, since she was going to be staying with a friend.
Suddenly the door opened and in rushed an exhausted Li Shang. Mulan quickly placed the dish on the table and watched as he walked in. Shang sighed as he stepped in. He placed his bags on the ground, and a servant immediately took it and placed it in the study. He smiled and thanked her. Shang was frowning as he walked in, but when he smelled dinner he lightened up a little bit. He looked around and kept his eyes open as he constantly scanned the house. "Where is my wife?" He asked a servant. The servant pointed towards the kitchen. Shang then made his way to the kitchen.
Mulan grinned and immediately turned back to the oven, pretending as if she had not heard him come in. She bent down and got the dish coming out of the oven furnace. Shang stood at the kitchen door and watched his wife, leaning into the oven. He grinned. Shang walked over to her and placed his arms around her waist. Mulan immediately got up with the dish in her hands and smirked. "Hello there," he whispered seductively in her ear.
She walked over to the table, completely ignoring him and placed the second dish on the table. Mulan turned around and walked over to him. "Good evening Shang," she said lightly and pursed her lips.
Shang chuckled and pulled her in closer to him, placing his hands around her waist. He gently whispered in her ear, "I've missed you," as he reached lower and lower down her back.
Mulan giggled. "You've only been gone for a few hours. I'm sure Chi Fu kept you good company."
"No he didn't," Shang replied. "But he can't entertain me in the way you do." He gently kissed her neck amorously.
Mulan sighed and pulled away. "You have to eat dinner first General," she smirked. "I worked hard on this dinner." She sat down at the table and gestured for him to sit next to her, patting the seat there.
Shang sighed and walked over to the table. "But I worked hard too," he replied with a pout, "can't I have dessert first?"
Mulan laughed, "Oh no." She shook her head. "You have to try a little harder than that Shang. I'm not impressed. You do the same routine, kissing, seductive whispering, and much more. It's getting old sweetheart." She teased him.
"Well it's not like you do any work," Shang retorted and took a bite.
Mulan opened her mouth in awe. Was he teasing or saying the truth? She glared at him and demanded an answer.
"What?" He asked with food still in his mouth. Shang was obviously clueless. He noticed her angry glare and knew the answer to that question. "I was kiddin," he replied with food still in his mouth. Shang quickly swallowed it and noticed that his wife's expression still hadn't changed.
"Were you Shang?" she angrily asked, "Were you really just 'kidding'?"
Shang sighed and threw his hands up in exasperation. "Well yeah!" he yelled back at her. "I know you do work here at home, even when there are servants at home, cleaning almost every day."
Wrong words to say Shang. It was almost as if he inferred again that the work she did wasn't much. She glared at him. "You know that I should be with you at the Emperor's palace. I should be in the council! I should be discussing plans with you! I should be there!"
"Well you know," he told her as he took another bite, obviously not really caring anymore, "you're a woman and that is not your place. You are treated like a house wife now."
Mulan angrily got up and threw her napkin on her untouched plate. "Well fine!" she retorted, "I guess that is how I will be acting from now."
Shang immediately got up from the table and chased after his wife, "Come back Mulan! I'm sorry! You know I don't treat you like that!"
Mulan turned around and glared at him, "Well I happen to hate the way you treat me!" She sighed, "You know, you don't treat me exactly the way you should treat me, with respect, and as a wife, not a play toy!"
Shang nervously reached for her hand, and held it, "I love you," he looked deep in her eyes, "You know that. I love you and respect you. And if it means so much to you, I will talk to the Emperor and consider bringing you to the Council meetings. I didn't know it meant that much to you."
Mulan smiled, "Well thank you."
"Just promise me you'll still cook," Shang smiled.
Mulan laughed, "I will. I know how much you love my cooking."
"You know," Shang said as he led her back to the table, "You may not have passed the Matchmaker's test, and probably made a better boy, but you're a hell of a cook. You cook the best food, just don't tell my mother."
Mulan smiled, "I won't. I'm glad you like my food though."
Once they finished dinner, Shang led her out into the gardens and they walked beneath the stars. The servants took their dishes and immediately cleaned after them.
"You know," Shang said quietly, "You're not just a play toy for me. I really do love you."
"I know," Mulan replied.
"But you can't help but admit that you like that," he grinned and braced himself for what was coming next.
Mulan punched him the side and kicked him, "I hate you."