While flipping through my old work one day, I found this piece of songfic
and decided that it was at least presentable. Well, not that presentable,
but at least better than those that ought to be labeled 'trash'. The Song
is 'Phantom of the Opera', by Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Disclaimer: Yu-Yu-Hakusho does not belong to me, nor does Phantom of the
opera.
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
It was as though a dream, that day that he got wounded by the spirit
hunter, that day he escaped to the Ningenkai. The details are still fresh
in his mind. He had wanted to abandon his Ningenkai parents once he was
strong enough, and he still wants to. Yet he could not. For now, the mind
of Shuuichi Minamino was his as well, and the ningen soul had some doing in
influencing his thoughts.
And do I dream again? For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind
He could still remember clearly that day, when his mother sacrificed
everything to save his life. He remembered his shock in realizing, for the
first time, that one could love another enough to sacrifice everything for
that person. And that was his mother. Perhaps, he would never be able to
forget that day, that moment when he realized her unconditional love for
him. Sure, the wild streak in him still told him to escape to Makai, yet
now, he knew that was impossible. For his mother's face, together with that
relieved smile that he was safe despite her injuries would forever remain
etched in his mind. That love was a foreign object, even to the wise Youko
Kurama. It was the first time, and perhaps, the only time anyone would show
him such love. He had never seen, heard, or even believed in it before. But
now that he had been shown it, he would give everything to repay Shiori,
even his life. What he had received, he would give.
Sing once again with me our strange duet
My power over you grows stronger yet
The old Kurama would have mocked at that, saying that love was only an
illusion, a word. That it had never, and will never, exist. The old youko
had never seen love, nor had he given love. The years as a ningen had
changed him, softened him. Slowly, the thoughts of the Youko were changed
into the thoughts of Shuuichi.
And though you turn from me to glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there inside your mind
Sometimes he longed for the freedom of the youko, the wildness of the
Makai. He was a youkai, after all. But he knew he could never leave someone
who had given him so much. Not Youko, nor Shuuichi.
Those who have seen your face draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear, it's me they hear
The body everyone calls Shuuichi holds two souls. The cold and merciless
Kurama during battle was the youko, and the gentle, calm Kurama was the
ningen. But somehow, that worked fine. The Kurama now had learnt lessons
the old youko would never have thought of. Love, and trust. Somehow, that
had softened, and yet at the same time, strengthened him.
Your spirit and my voice in one combined
The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind
Perhaps it was for the best that he came to Ningenkai. For now, the body
that holds two merged souls was much stronger than the old one. Sure, his
youki level had fallen, but that was no longer an as important factor as
before. Now, he relied more on his wits then on strength, something the
Youko would never have done. He knew, that it was only a matter of time
before Shiori died of old age and he returned to the Makai as the youko,
but by then, he would be a different one. Shiori had thought him to see
things from a different perspective, and he had her to thank for that.
The Phantom of the Opera
The Phantom of the Opera
He had vowed to himself that whatever he got, he would give, and he would
abide by his words. Shiori had given him unconditional love, but what she
got in return was a bunch of lies. Perhaps, what he did now would lessen
his guilt a little. He owed her that much. His mind made up, he bent and
turned to the little object on the floor. * "Mirror of darkness! In the
moonlight, wake up" . . . . . .
*I directly translated this from Chinese, so forgive me if the translations
are incorrect.
Right, it is my version of Kurama's thoughts as a songfic before he made
his wish to the Mirror of Darkness. (Anime, book three) anything is
welcome, flames, critiques. Though before clicking on that blue little
button below, I would suggest that you go to my bio page to read on about
my thoughts about reviews.
Au revoir, mes enfants!
and decided that it was at least presentable. Well, not that presentable,
but at least better than those that ought to be labeled 'trash'. The Song
is 'Phantom of the Opera', by Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Disclaimer: Yu-Yu-Hakusho does not belong to me, nor does Phantom of the
opera.
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
It was as though a dream, that day that he got wounded by the spirit
hunter, that day he escaped to the Ningenkai. The details are still fresh
in his mind. He had wanted to abandon his Ningenkai parents once he was
strong enough, and he still wants to. Yet he could not. For now, the mind
of Shuuichi Minamino was his as well, and the ningen soul had some doing in
influencing his thoughts.
And do I dream again? For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind
He could still remember clearly that day, when his mother sacrificed
everything to save his life. He remembered his shock in realizing, for the
first time, that one could love another enough to sacrifice everything for
that person. And that was his mother. Perhaps, he would never be able to
forget that day, that moment when he realized her unconditional love for
him. Sure, the wild streak in him still told him to escape to Makai, yet
now, he knew that was impossible. For his mother's face, together with that
relieved smile that he was safe despite her injuries would forever remain
etched in his mind. That love was a foreign object, even to the wise Youko
Kurama. It was the first time, and perhaps, the only time anyone would show
him such love. He had never seen, heard, or even believed in it before. But
now that he had been shown it, he would give everything to repay Shiori,
even his life. What he had received, he would give.
Sing once again with me our strange duet
My power over you grows stronger yet
The old Kurama would have mocked at that, saying that love was only an
illusion, a word. That it had never, and will never, exist. The old youko
had never seen love, nor had he given love. The years as a ningen had
changed him, softened him. Slowly, the thoughts of the Youko were changed
into the thoughts of Shuuichi.
And though you turn from me to glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there inside your mind
Sometimes he longed for the freedom of the youko, the wildness of the
Makai. He was a youkai, after all. But he knew he could never leave someone
who had given him so much. Not Youko, nor Shuuichi.
Those who have seen your face draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear, it's me they hear
The body everyone calls Shuuichi holds two souls. The cold and merciless
Kurama during battle was the youko, and the gentle, calm Kurama was the
ningen. But somehow, that worked fine. The Kurama now had learnt lessons
the old youko would never have thought of. Love, and trust. Somehow, that
had softened, and yet at the same time, strengthened him.
Your spirit and my voice in one combined
The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind
Perhaps it was for the best that he came to Ningenkai. For now, the body
that holds two merged souls was much stronger than the old one. Sure, his
youki level had fallen, but that was no longer an as important factor as
before. Now, he relied more on his wits then on strength, something the
Youko would never have done. He knew, that it was only a matter of time
before Shiori died of old age and he returned to the Makai as the youko,
but by then, he would be a different one. Shiori had thought him to see
things from a different perspective, and he had her to thank for that.
The Phantom of the Opera
The Phantom of the Opera
He had vowed to himself that whatever he got, he would give, and he would
abide by his words. Shiori had given him unconditional love, but what she
got in return was a bunch of lies. Perhaps, what he did now would lessen
his guilt a little. He owed her that much. His mind made up, he bent and
turned to the little object on the floor. * "Mirror of darkness! In the
moonlight, wake up" . . . . . .
*I directly translated this from Chinese, so forgive me if the translations
are incorrect.
Right, it is my version of Kurama's thoughts as a songfic before he made
his wish to the Mirror of Darkness. (Anime, book three) anything is
welcome, flames, critiques. Though before clicking on that blue little
button below, I would suggest that you go to my bio page to read on about
my thoughts about reviews.
Au revoir, mes enfants!