~Lover's Fight~
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~Lover's Fight~
par ~Emotia~ Mer 26 Aoû - 19:38
Alors voilà une petite nouvelle que j'ai dû faire pour mon cours d'anglais l'an passé, je la traduirai peut-être un jour si on me supplie de le faire XD mais bon... amusez-vous bien!
My black eyes look at the sky. The sun is red, as red as the blood that flowed over the green grass of the plains since this useless war started so many years ago. I can barely remember the time when Japan wasn’t split in two clans. Both have their way of thinking on how our country should be governed and how we all should live. Even if I would like to stay away from this war, I can’t. As a warrior, as one of the best samurais of Japan, I’m obligated to fight. What is even worse is that the person I love the most on this planet fights for the other clan. I sigh, trying to forget my dark thoughts, concentrating on the sunset. How many men died today and will never see this beautiful landscape anymore? Before getting again in sad thoughts, I close my eyes and lower my head, hiding myself behind my black hair. Not long after, I hear a soft voice calling my name:
“Etsuji.”
I open my eyes and look at the icy blue eyes that are looking at me. One of his eyes is half covered by a strike of black hair. I got more muscles and I’m taller than he is, but his thin body gives him a great agility that I don’t have. I give him a little smile and say his name:
“Kyousuke... Long time no see...”
I saw him this morning but I don’t want others to know. His costume look like mine, showing that he is the same kind of warrior that I am. Maybe I am the best samurai of my clan, but he is the best of his clan. He also is my loved one. However, today only one of us will survive. This fight is the hope of each of our clans; the one that will win will almost bring the victory of this war to his clan. We are in love, but only one of us will see tomorrow coming. How awful life is... Without making a sound, Kyousuke tells me that he loves me and he can also read on my lips that I love him too. If we could, we would flee, but we can’t. Too many people are watching us from both of our clans. If we try something like that, we will die. I take out my sword; he does the same thing. He smiles at me one last time.
“Ready, Etsuji?”
“Good luck, Kyousuke.”
We both run to hit the other, to give the first hit. Only the sound of our swords against each other can be heard in the silent plain. We’ve always trained together; we know that the fight will be long. I know him by heart and he knows me by heart as well. We have been together since childhood, we were learning how to fight in different dojos but we always have taught the other what we learned and we also have invented some fighting techniques only known by the two of us.
I feel a sharp pain in my left shoulder. I was distracted by my thoughts and he hit me. He seems also surprised and I have time to hide behind some big rocks. I look at my wound, it’s not deep enough to make me give up, but it hurts a lot. I feel weird; he probably used the sword covered with poison that I gave him for his nineteenth birthday a month ago... I search in a hidden pocket of my kimono to find an antidote that I always have with me. It tastes awful, but it’s better than dying slowly and painfully. It takes a moment to take effect, but I feel way better. I stay where I am, waiting for Kyousuke to find me while I slowly take back some energy. I feel his presence near me so I jump out of my hideout to attack him. He’s not surprised, we can both feel the presence of the other; we’ve been too much together.
The fight continues, we fight with all our heart. This morning we promise to give all that we have in the fight. He lowers his guard one moment and I send his sword flying some meters farther. After some moves, I send him down and put my sword on his throat. I look at his eyes and he gives me this sad look that I can’t resist to.
I remember all the time we passed together and I see in my head everything that we did together when we were friends, when we trained, when we only were together as lovers. I see how we had fun when we were kids. I see all the hours we trained together. I see all the kisses, all the tenderness, all the love we shared. I... I just can’t do it. How can I kill my loved one? I don’t care to be killed; I just don’t want to kill him! In this war, I’ve killed so many men, I never –or almost- cared about whom I killed, it was my duty as a perfect warrior, but Kyousuke... I shouldn’t let my feeling toward him get in the way. He’s my little angel, my dear sweetheart, the reason of my life. For our country, for my clan, I will kill him, but I will kill myself after...
Even if my little inside conflict only lasted some seconds, it was enough for him to get up and take back his sword. He gives me a glance of criticism. I know what he thinks. I only make a little smile of excuse. He attacks me and while we are near, he whispers in my ear:
“Weren’t we supposed to fight with the best of our capacity? Forget that we are lovers and do as if I was any unknown enemy.”
I hit him back and answer:
“Sorry sweetheart, I know. I will do my best, my love for you blinded me one moment, it will not happen again, I promise.”
He nods, we both smile and we continue our fight. Thirty minutes after, we are still fighting. It’s getting more and more hard, we both are exhausted. I have the impression to fight against myself because we both know what the other will do and how to react. I guess it will end only when one of us will be distracted like I was at the beginning or when one of us will have no more strength. Suddenly, an arrow pass near my head and others follow. The people that are looking at us seem to be impatient to see the ending of our fight, they throw arrows at us. I look at Kyousuke and he nods. I throw my sword, he does the same, I hug him so he can’t be touched by arrows coming from my partners and he does the same. He’s smallest and thinner than I am so if one warrior of his clan was a good archer, he would be able to kill me, but none of them his good enough to hurt me without touching him. They don’t have the right to interfere. It’s our fight. We wait a moment, we know that someone from both our clan will come to understand why we are doing that. During this time, we both appreciate the embrace, after all, it’s probably the last time that we can do it. Some minutes later, two men, one of each clan, come to us. We both order in the same time:
“Say to the others to stop! It’s our fight, not yours. You can watch if you want, but you can’t act!”
It takes us some time to convince them, but they finally go back with the others who seem to understand what we ask them to do. Can’t they respect us? We finally, even if we don’t really want to, separate and take our swords back. This little problem gave us time to take back some strength and we are ready to continue. I concentrate on my moves, trying to hit him. Kyousuke touches me some times and I also touch him some times. I feel his sword touches my wrist and I accidentally lose my grip on my sword which fell on the ground. He prevents me from taking back my weapon so I have to try to fight him with bare hands, which is way harder.
I’m not sure of what happened, but now I lay on the grass of the plain. He is sitting on me, I can hardly breath. I can’t move. His sword is on my throat. The cold metal makes me shivering. I look up. He cries. I would like to erase his tears with kisses like I always did, but I can’t. It’s the end for me. I smile sadly and encourage him to give me the final hit:
“Just do it, baby. I know you can. You have to do it, even if you don’t want to.”
He nods but before doing anything he says:
“I will soon join you in death, as soon as I can I will kill myself and we’ll be happy, together forever in the other world. I love you Etsuji...”
He plans to do the same thing that I wanted to do if I had won. I was almost sure that he will do that, I can’t live without him, but he can’t live without me. I told him one last thing, the last thing I will ever say:
“I love you too, Kyousuke.”
I slowly close my eyes, waiting for the pain that will surely come.
“CUT!”, screams the director, “That’s enough for today, we’ll finish tomorrow. You were amazing, as always.”
My partner gets up of me and helps me to rise before erasing his tears. We go in our changing room to change into our normal clothes. I love those old Japanese kimonos, but I prefer my normal clothing, it’s more comfortable during long periods. More important, normal outfit are much easier to put on and remove than the warrior kimono! I’m almost done when I hear my friend says:
“Hurry up! Naoya is waiting for us at home! We’re already late for supper!”
“I’m coming!”, I answer, “Come here and give me a hand if you want so much to get back home.”
He only laugh at me, I always have a hard time to put off this costume, he knows it and thinks it’s funny because he never have problem with the kimonos. If he wasn’t there to help me I wonder how much time it would take me to get ready every day we are working on this movie. I get out and run to his car ready to go home. Living in the same house is really convenient when we play in the same movies. We live also with his little twin brother Naoya that is probably waiting for us with a cute smile to welcome us. Naoya is the perfect boyfriend, I’m pretty happy that he’s mine!
Lover’s fight
My black eyes look at the sky. The sun is red, as red as the blood that flowed over the green grass of the plains since this useless war started so many years ago. I can barely remember the time when Japan wasn’t split in two clans. Both have their way of thinking on how our country should be governed and how we all should live. Even if I would like to stay away from this war, I can’t. As a warrior, as one of the best samurais of Japan, I’m obligated to fight. What is even worse is that the person I love the most on this planet fights for the other clan. I sigh, trying to forget my dark thoughts, concentrating on the sunset. How many men died today and will never see this beautiful landscape anymore? Before getting again in sad thoughts, I close my eyes and lower my head, hiding myself behind my black hair. Not long after, I hear a soft voice calling my name:
“Etsuji.”
I open my eyes and look at the icy blue eyes that are looking at me. One of his eyes is half covered by a strike of black hair. I got more muscles and I’m taller than he is, but his thin body gives him a great agility that I don’t have. I give him a little smile and say his name:
“Kyousuke... Long time no see...”
I saw him this morning but I don’t want others to know. His costume look like mine, showing that he is the same kind of warrior that I am. Maybe I am the best samurai of my clan, but he is the best of his clan. He also is my loved one. However, today only one of us will survive. This fight is the hope of each of our clans; the one that will win will almost bring the victory of this war to his clan. We are in love, but only one of us will see tomorrow coming. How awful life is... Without making a sound, Kyousuke tells me that he loves me and he can also read on my lips that I love him too. If we could, we would flee, but we can’t. Too many people are watching us from both of our clans. If we try something like that, we will die. I take out my sword; he does the same thing. He smiles at me one last time.
“Ready, Etsuji?”
“Good luck, Kyousuke.”
We both run to hit the other, to give the first hit. Only the sound of our swords against each other can be heard in the silent plain. We’ve always trained together; we know that the fight will be long. I know him by heart and he knows me by heart as well. We have been together since childhood, we were learning how to fight in different dojos but we always have taught the other what we learned and we also have invented some fighting techniques only known by the two of us.
I feel a sharp pain in my left shoulder. I was distracted by my thoughts and he hit me. He seems also surprised and I have time to hide behind some big rocks. I look at my wound, it’s not deep enough to make me give up, but it hurts a lot. I feel weird; he probably used the sword covered with poison that I gave him for his nineteenth birthday a month ago... I search in a hidden pocket of my kimono to find an antidote that I always have with me. It tastes awful, but it’s better than dying slowly and painfully. It takes a moment to take effect, but I feel way better. I stay where I am, waiting for Kyousuke to find me while I slowly take back some energy. I feel his presence near me so I jump out of my hideout to attack him. He’s not surprised, we can both feel the presence of the other; we’ve been too much together.
The fight continues, we fight with all our heart. This morning we promise to give all that we have in the fight. He lowers his guard one moment and I send his sword flying some meters farther. After some moves, I send him down and put my sword on his throat. I look at his eyes and he gives me this sad look that I can’t resist to.
I remember all the time we passed together and I see in my head everything that we did together when we were friends, when we trained, when we only were together as lovers. I see how we had fun when we were kids. I see all the hours we trained together. I see all the kisses, all the tenderness, all the love we shared. I... I just can’t do it. How can I kill my loved one? I don’t care to be killed; I just don’t want to kill him! In this war, I’ve killed so many men, I never –or almost- cared about whom I killed, it was my duty as a perfect warrior, but Kyousuke... I shouldn’t let my feeling toward him get in the way. He’s my little angel, my dear sweetheart, the reason of my life. For our country, for my clan, I will kill him, but I will kill myself after...
Even if my little inside conflict only lasted some seconds, it was enough for him to get up and take back his sword. He gives me a glance of criticism. I know what he thinks. I only make a little smile of excuse. He attacks me and while we are near, he whispers in my ear:
“Weren’t we supposed to fight with the best of our capacity? Forget that we are lovers and do as if I was any unknown enemy.”
I hit him back and answer:
“Sorry sweetheart, I know. I will do my best, my love for you blinded me one moment, it will not happen again, I promise.”
He nods, we both smile and we continue our fight. Thirty minutes after, we are still fighting. It’s getting more and more hard, we both are exhausted. I have the impression to fight against myself because we both know what the other will do and how to react. I guess it will end only when one of us will be distracted like I was at the beginning or when one of us will have no more strength. Suddenly, an arrow pass near my head and others follow. The people that are looking at us seem to be impatient to see the ending of our fight, they throw arrows at us. I look at Kyousuke and he nods. I throw my sword, he does the same, I hug him so he can’t be touched by arrows coming from my partners and he does the same. He’s smallest and thinner than I am so if one warrior of his clan was a good archer, he would be able to kill me, but none of them his good enough to hurt me without touching him. They don’t have the right to interfere. It’s our fight. We wait a moment, we know that someone from both our clan will come to understand why we are doing that. During this time, we both appreciate the embrace, after all, it’s probably the last time that we can do it. Some minutes later, two men, one of each clan, come to us. We both order in the same time:
“Say to the others to stop! It’s our fight, not yours. You can watch if you want, but you can’t act!”
It takes us some time to convince them, but they finally go back with the others who seem to understand what we ask them to do. Can’t they respect us? We finally, even if we don’t really want to, separate and take our swords back. This little problem gave us time to take back some strength and we are ready to continue. I concentrate on my moves, trying to hit him. Kyousuke touches me some times and I also touch him some times. I feel his sword touches my wrist and I accidentally lose my grip on my sword which fell on the ground. He prevents me from taking back my weapon so I have to try to fight him with bare hands, which is way harder.
I’m not sure of what happened, but now I lay on the grass of the plain. He is sitting on me, I can hardly breath. I can’t move. His sword is on my throat. The cold metal makes me shivering. I look up. He cries. I would like to erase his tears with kisses like I always did, but I can’t. It’s the end for me. I smile sadly and encourage him to give me the final hit:
“Just do it, baby. I know you can. You have to do it, even if you don’t want to.”
He nods but before doing anything he says:
“I will soon join you in death, as soon as I can I will kill myself and we’ll be happy, together forever in the other world. I love you Etsuji...”
He plans to do the same thing that I wanted to do if I had won. I was almost sure that he will do that, I can’t live without him, but he can’t live without me. I told him one last thing, the last thing I will ever say:
“I love you too, Kyousuke.”
I slowly close my eyes, waiting for the pain that will surely come.
“CUT!”, screams the director, “That’s enough for today, we’ll finish tomorrow. You were amazing, as always.”
My partner gets up of me and helps me to rise before erasing his tears. We go in our changing room to change into our normal clothes. I love those old Japanese kimonos, but I prefer my normal clothing, it’s more comfortable during long periods. More important, normal outfit are much easier to put on and remove than the warrior kimono! I’m almost done when I hear my friend says:
“Hurry up! Naoya is waiting for us at home! We’re already late for supper!”
“I’m coming!”, I answer, “Come here and give me a hand if you want so much to get back home.”
He only laugh at me, I always have a hard time to put off this costume, he knows it and thinks it’s funny because he never have problem with the kimonos. If he wasn’t there to help me I wonder how much time it would take me to get ready every day we are working on this movie. I get out and run to his car ready to go home. Living in the same house is really convenient when we play in the same movies. We live also with his little twin brother Naoya that is probably waiting for us with a cute smile to welcome us. Naoya is the perfect boyfriend, I’m pretty happy that he’s mine!
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Re: ~Lover's Fight~
par Kare Mer 26 Aoû - 21:35
Arggg je comprend pas tout au complet..... -____-"
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Une traduction serais appréciée..... je suis nulle..... -___-"""
Kare- 悲しいの天使/Sad Tenshi
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