Naomi MisoraxBB Songfic: Strawberry Gashes
If you've never heard the song Strawberry Gashes by Jack off Jill, go to Youtube, type in Strawberry Gashes Jack off Jill and listen to it, else this won't make a whole bunch of sense.
My first songfic eva and I did it in about five minutes, lol… I'm not quite sure if I'm doing it the 'right' way but ah well….
When I first heard this song I thought it fit B so well… except it needed a few lyric changes. So… I decided what the heck, I'll make a songfic!
The parenthese are explanations of what is meant by the lines.
I thought about doing L and BB (which is a pairing I like better in general) but I decided that Naomi fits better than L}
Naomi stood on the balcony of her home, looking up to the stars and thinking, how they ever change… yet you often don't notice until you come back the next night. How love is the same… your feelings do not reveal themselves until the next night, next month, next year… and by then, it's often too late.
Before, she couldn't even think of Ryuzaki and his jam, his crawling, his very demeanor without hate and disgust; mostly because she was forcing the feelings. She didn't want herself to fall in love with another man, not while her marriage with Ray was so close… now, the thoughts of his face as he joked, the thought of his voice as he deduced, and yes, even the thought of him himself as he devoured strawberry jam... those thought evoked sadness, melancholy and a wish for that which could not be. These thoughts weighing on her heart, her eyes filled with water and salt, she parted her lips… and sang.
Turn him over,
A candle's been lit, (the 'candle' is his attempted suicide)
I see through him, (Naomi sees what he's really like)
Blow it out, and
Save all his ashes for me (Save what's left of him now, keep him alive for me)
Curse him, sold his
Soul for a cause that's fruitless, -(the defeat of L)
Pale, white, skin with strawberry gashes all over, all over,
Watch me fault him,
You're living is a disaster,
He said kill me faster,
With strawberry gashes all over, all over
Came to him and (came to him in asylum)
Asked him if he was improving (both physically and mentally)
He said feels fine,
It's wonderful, wonderful here…. (Classic sarcasm, of course)
Hex me, told him,
I dreamt of the devil, who was him
Pale white skin, with strawberry gashes all over
Watch me fault him,
You're living is a disaster,
He said kill me faster,
With strawberry gashes all over, all over
I lay quiet,
Waiting for his voice to say,
Some things you lose, some things you just give away (admitting defeat to L)
Scold me, failed hm,
If only I'd held on tighter,
To his pale, white skin that
Twisted and withered away from me, -way from me
Watch me lose him,
It's almost like losing myself…
Give him my soul,
Just let them take somebody else,
Get away from me…
Watch me fault him,
You're living is a disaster,
He said kill me faster,
With strawberry gashes all over, all over… me
She wiped her tears away with the palm of her hand and was surprised to notice four little red blotches on each of her palms. During her lament, she had clenched her fists so tight they had cut into her skin. She let out a shuddering sigh, thought strawberry gashes indeed… and walked over to the bathroom. As she washed her hands she thought she heard mocking laughter… she thought she saw red eyes in the mirror… most of all, she thought she felt the delicate touch of B fondling her hair.
And the stars ever keep changing.