Hi! In this last period I feel very creative, above all for what concerns the
sad stories- perhaps because it is my mood, so I have thought about write a
songfic: the chosen song is "L'ultimo bacio"- the last kiss- by Carmen Consoli,
a song that I love much. I have quoted this splendid song already also in the
last chapter of "Sunday, lovely Sunday": as then there spurs to listen to it,
the finale of only bows is marvelous! Don't worry, you find the translation
after the story!
This story is tied up to the my last fanfic "What is happened?"
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The last kiss
By Pat-chan
Fuu entered her room draped in the bathrobe and closed the window: it wasn't
healthy for her and the child take cold and her mother would be been very angry.
She turned on the CD reader and listened for the hundredth time that song of
which she didn't understand the words, but the melody matched perfectly with her
mood: that CD was a her aunt's gift of some Christmas ago. Once dry, Fuu got out
the bathrobe and examined her figure: her thin arms, her slender legs and her
almost lack of curves struggled with the alive roundness of her womb. In the
last days she have noticed that her breast was a bit swollen, but her sides
weren't very wide and this worried her: how would she have done during the
birth?
She felt an icy shiver along her back, but stayed before the mirror: her body
had changed much since that night in which his child was conceived; she
remembered with a light smile the expression that Ferio had made when he had
looked her naked body for the first time. Her smile melts in crying. The child moved
softly inside her as if he wants to comfort her. Fuu dried her tears and began
to dress murmuring the song's melody.
Cerchi riparo fraterno conforto
tendi le braccia allo specchio
ti muovi a stento e con sguardo severo
biascichi un malinconico Modugno
Other memories of that night chased bully the other thoughts and they imposed
themselves in her mind, memories that hurt her more than before: the gentle way
in which his breath and his hands caressed her trembling body; the sweet passion
of his scorching kisses; the hot and smooth feeling of his skin against hers;
his gilded eyes filled with love and plea; the blessedness and the pleasure...
" Stop it! In this way you can only hurt yourself! You can't and you must not
continue to think about what it has been!"
She shouted shaking her head, fresh tears moistened her cheeks.
Fuu took her purse and set out toward the subway: the sky was cloudy and
threatened with rain. Some blocks before the hospital, a thin but constant rain
began to fall; the drops mixed with her tears while she hastened toward the
entrance of hospital: also that night rained.
Di quei violini suonati dal vento
l'ultimo bacio mia dolce bambina
brucia sul viso come gocce di limone
l'eroico coraggio di un feroce addio
ma sono lacrime mentre piove
piove
mentre piove
piove
mentre piove
piove
Light. So much light. So so much that her eyes ached. And so much silence. Fuu
winked many times until she was accustomed to the room's white light. The
silence was apparent: in the air she heard a machine's light beep and a forced
breath which Fuu recognized as hers. She looked at the background in which she
was -an unknown yet familiar place: white walls and white ceiling, the air was
impregnate with scent of disinfectant and medicines; turning her head to the
right, she noticed a drip filled with a colorless liquid and a black monitor
with a serpentine green bright sign. Fuu tried to touch her forehead, but she
was so weak that she didn't succeed to raise the hand.
' What is happened? Why am I here? '
She wondered breathing deeply. She felt that something was wrong, as if she was
missing a piece. She moved the look on her stomach, but she saw only the cover
raised by her feet's tips: after an instant of anxiety, Fuu remembered what her
mother had told her:
" They must practice a caesarian incision to be able to save the child."
Magica quiete velata indulgenza
dopo l'ingrata tempesta
riprendi fiato e con intenso trasporto
celebri un mite e insolito risveglio
Suddenly the memories about the robbery went back in her mind with the ones
about how she had been near to death. For associations, also the last battle against
Debonair went back in her mind: also that time she and her friends had risked
their life. Fuu recalled also the moments before the battle: she had waked up in
his bedroom; Ferio, stretched close to her, looked at her sadly begging her to
don't leave. Then he had tightened her to him and had covered her face with
kisses.
" Please, don't go! Stay with me: what I'll do if something will happen to you
during the battle? What will be my life if I'll lose you?"
" Don't worry, nothing will happen to me. You won't lose me, I swear you it! And
if we are forced to go back home, I swear you that I will do everything to come
back to you: it is the last thing that I will do in my life!"
Fuu had retuned his kiss with as much passion while the rain hit violently
against the window. When, defeated Debonair, they had to say adieu, they were
able only to embrace one last time.
Mille violini suonati dal vento
l'ultimo abbraccio mia amata bambina
nel tenue ricordo di una pioggia d'argento
il senso spietato di un non ritorno
Di quei violini suonati dal vento
l'ultimo bacio mia dolce bambina
brucia sul viso come gocce di limone
l'eroico coraggio di un feroce addio
" Oh my God! Fuu!" Consuelo exclaimed entering the room. " Betsy! Girls: Fuu has
waked up!"
Her mother, her sister and her friends entered the room: Hikaru jumped over her
crying of joy; Umi scolded her hysterical and then embraced Fuu; Betsy had
broken out in tears, after so much time she could give vent to all the stored up
tension, and Consuelo comforted her; also Kuu embraced her sister.
" Mama? Consuelo-sama, Kuu-san, Hikaru-san, Umi-san? What is happened? Where is
my child?"
" Fifì! Don't you remember? The doctors have subjected you to a caesarian
section and then... then you have entered coma: it has happened about five weeks
ago. When they have known that you were serious, Umi and Hikaru have come to San
Francisco to be at your side: you are lucky to have some so dear friends!"
Five weeks? Had been she in coma for five weeks?! But a more urgent question
wanted to have its answer. Fuu asked worried:
" And the child? Where is my child?! Is he all right?!"
" Emmh... yes, he's all right: the last week they has removed him from the
incubator and now he is in the nursery. He is a cute boy, you should hear him
shouting when it is the feed's time and see with how much appetite he eats,
then he falls asleep and even the cannon shots doesn't wake up him! He is a... a
healthy baby."
Betsy lay: she didn't want her daughter to know that her son -the only one who
she would have had in all her life- has the bad heart. At least not then.
Fuu smiled weakly: too Ferio loved eat and sleep. Fuu asked to see him.
" I inform the nurse."
After a half hour, the nurse did her entry with a bundle wrapped in an azure
cover between her arms and handed him to the mother instructing her about how to
do. Fuu observed her son petting his small nose: he had his father's complexion,
thin blonde hair and gray blue eyes. The young mother wondered of what color
would have been his eyes when, passed the first forty days, they would have lost
that pale blue shade common at all the newborns.
" What is his name?"
Fuu wondered spellbound by the newborn's eyes.
" In this moment his name is ' the young mister Houojii ': we have wanted to
wait that you wake up to choose his name."
Umi admitted laughing. Fuu was amazed by that answer: she went back to glance at
the child and thought about along, she then said:
" His name will be Hiroyuki, ' who goes on with strength ', in order that he
has his father's same strength."
The first raindrops left round signs on the window, while in the hospital room
tears of happiness flowed.
ma sono lacrime
mentre piove
piove
mentre piove
piove
mentre piove
piove
THE END
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"L'ultimo bacio" belongs to Carmen Consoli; "Rayearth" belongs to Clamp; Betsy
instead belongs to me ^_~* .
Here is the translation of the song: the "/" splits the single lines, while
the "//" splits the stanzas.
You seek remedy, brotherly comfort / you stretch the arms to the mirror / you
move hardly and with a sever look / you mumble a melancholy Modugno // Of those
violins played by wind / the last kiss my sweet babe / it burns on the face as
drops of lemon juice / the heroic courage of a fierce adieu // but they are
tears / while it rains / it rains / while it rains / it rains / while it rains /
it rains // Magic quietness, veiled indulgence / after the ungrateful storm /
you take back breath and with intense transport / you celebrate a gentle and
unusual awakening // Thousand violins played by wind / the last embrace my
beloved babe / in the fait memory of a silver rain/ the merciless sense of a
non return // Of those violins played by wind / the last kiss my sweet babe / it
burns on the face as drops of lemon juice / the heroic courage of a fierce adieu
// but they are tears / while it rains / it rains / while it rains / it rains /
while it rains / it rains.
Pat-chan
sad stories- perhaps because it is my mood, so I have thought about write a
songfic: the chosen song is "L'ultimo bacio"- the last kiss- by Carmen Consoli,
a song that I love much. I have quoted this splendid song already also in the
last chapter of "Sunday, lovely Sunday": as then there spurs to listen to it,
the finale of only bows is marvelous! Don't worry, you find the translation
after the story!
This story is tied up to the my last fanfic "What is happened?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The last kiss
By Pat-chan
Fuu entered her room draped in the bathrobe and closed the window: it wasn't
healthy for her and the child take cold and her mother would be been very angry.
She turned on the CD reader and listened for the hundredth time that song of
which she didn't understand the words, but the melody matched perfectly with her
mood: that CD was a her aunt's gift of some Christmas ago. Once dry, Fuu got out
the bathrobe and examined her figure: her thin arms, her slender legs and her
almost lack of curves struggled with the alive roundness of her womb. In the
last days she have noticed that her breast was a bit swollen, but her sides
weren't very wide and this worried her: how would she have done during the
birth?
She felt an icy shiver along her back, but stayed before the mirror: her body
had changed much since that night in which his child was conceived; she
remembered with a light smile the expression that Ferio had made when he had
looked her naked body for the first time. Her smile melts in crying. The child moved
softly inside her as if he wants to comfort her. Fuu dried her tears and began
to dress murmuring the song's melody.
Cerchi riparo fraterno conforto
tendi le braccia allo specchio
ti muovi a stento e con sguardo severo
biascichi un malinconico Modugno
Other memories of that night chased bully the other thoughts and they imposed
themselves in her mind, memories that hurt her more than before: the gentle way
in which his breath and his hands caressed her trembling body; the sweet passion
of his scorching kisses; the hot and smooth feeling of his skin against hers;
his gilded eyes filled with love and plea; the blessedness and the pleasure...
" Stop it! In this way you can only hurt yourself! You can't and you must not
continue to think about what it has been!"
She shouted shaking her head, fresh tears moistened her cheeks.
Fuu took her purse and set out toward the subway: the sky was cloudy and
threatened with rain. Some blocks before the hospital, a thin but constant rain
began to fall; the drops mixed with her tears while she hastened toward the
entrance of hospital: also that night rained.
Di quei violini suonati dal vento
l'ultimo bacio mia dolce bambina
brucia sul viso come gocce di limone
l'eroico coraggio di un feroce addio
ma sono lacrime mentre piove
piove
mentre piove
piove
mentre piove
piove
Light. So much light. So so much that her eyes ached. And so much silence. Fuu
winked many times until she was accustomed to the room's white light. The
silence was apparent: in the air she heard a machine's light beep and a forced
breath which Fuu recognized as hers. She looked at the background in which she
was -an unknown yet familiar place: white walls and white ceiling, the air was
impregnate with scent of disinfectant and medicines; turning her head to the
right, she noticed a drip filled with a colorless liquid and a black monitor
with a serpentine green bright sign. Fuu tried to touch her forehead, but she
was so weak that she didn't succeed to raise the hand.
' What is happened? Why am I here? '
She wondered breathing deeply. She felt that something was wrong, as if she was
missing a piece. She moved the look on her stomach, but she saw only the cover
raised by her feet's tips: after an instant of anxiety, Fuu remembered what her
mother had told her:
" They must practice a caesarian incision to be able to save the child."
Magica quiete velata indulgenza
dopo l'ingrata tempesta
riprendi fiato e con intenso trasporto
celebri un mite e insolito risveglio
Suddenly the memories about the robbery went back in her mind with the ones
about how she had been near to death. For associations, also the last battle against
Debonair went back in her mind: also that time she and her friends had risked
their life. Fuu recalled also the moments before the battle: she had waked up in
his bedroom; Ferio, stretched close to her, looked at her sadly begging her to
don't leave. Then he had tightened her to him and had covered her face with
kisses.
" Please, don't go! Stay with me: what I'll do if something will happen to you
during the battle? What will be my life if I'll lose you?"
" Don't worry, nothing will happen to me. You won't lose me, I swear you it! And
if we are forced to go back home, I swear you that I will do everything to come
back to you: it is the last thing that I will do in my life!"
Fuu had retuned his kiss with as much passion while the rain hit violently
against the window. When, defeated Debonair, they had to say adieu, they were
able only to embrace one last time.
Mille violini suonati dal vento
l'ultimo abbraccio mia amata bambina
nel tenue ricordo di una pioggia d'argento
il senso spietato di un non ritorno
Di quei violini suonati dal vento
l'ultimo bacio mia dolce bambina
brucia sul viso come gocce di limone
l'eroico coraggio di un feroce addio
" Oh my God! Fuu!" Consuelo exclaimed entering the room. " Betsy! Girls: Fuu has
waked up!"
Her mother, her sister and her friends entered the room: Hikaru jumped over her
crying of joy; Umi scolded her hysterical and then embraced Fuu; Betsy had
broken out in tears, after so much time she could give vent to all the stored up
tension, and Consuelo comforted her; also Kuu embraced her sister.
" Mama? Consuelo-sama, Kuu-san, Hikaru-san, Umi-san? What is happened? Where is
my child?"
" Fifì! Don't you remember? The doctors have subjected you to a caesarian
section and then... then you have entered coma: it has happened about five weeks
ago. When they have known that you were serious, Umi and Hikaru have come to San
Francisco to be at your side: you are lucky to have some so dear friends!"
Five weeks? Had been she in coma for five weeks?! But a more urgent question
wanted to have its answer. Fuu asked worried:
" And the child? Where is my child?! Is he all right?!"
" Emmh... yes, he's all right: the last week they has removed him from the
incubator and now he is in the nursery. He is a cute boy, you should hear him
shouting when it is the feed's time and see with how much appetite he eats,
then he falls asleep and even the cannon shots doesn't wake up him! He is a... a
healthy baby."
Betsy lay: she didn't want her daughter to know that her son -the only one who
she would have had in all her life- has the bad heart. At least not then.
Fuu smiled weakly: too Ferio loved eat and sleep. Fuu asked to see him.
" I inform the nurse."
After a half hour, the nurse did her entry with a bundle wrapped in an azure
cover between her arms and handed him to the mother instructing her about how to
do. Fuu observed her son petting his small nose: he had his father's complexion,
thin blonde hair and gray blue eyes. The young mother wondered of what color
would have been his eyes when, passed the first forty days, they would have lost
that pale blue shade common at all the newborns.
" What is his name?"
Fuu wondered spellbound by the newborn's eyes.
" In this moment his name is ' the young mister Houojii ': we have wanted to
wait that you wake up to choose his name."
Umi admitted laughing. Fuu was amazed by that answer: she went back to glance at
the child and thought about along, she then said:
" His name will be Hiroyuki, ' who goes on with strength ', in order that he
has his father's same strength."
The first raindrops left round signs on the window, while in the hospital room
tears of happiness flowed.
ma sono lacrime
mentre piove
piove
mentre piove
piove
mentre piove
piove
THE END
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"L'ultimo bacio" belongs to Carmen Consoli; "Rayearth" belongs to Clamp; Betsy
instead belongs to me ^_~* .
Here is the translation of the song: the "/" splits the single lines, while
the "//" splits the stanzas.
You seek remedy, brotherly comfort / you stretch the arms to the mirror / you
move hardly and with a sever look / you mumble a melancholy Modugno // Of those
violins played by wind / the last kiss my sweet babe / it burns on the face as
drops of lemon juice / the heroic courage of a fierce adieu // but they are
tears / while it rains / it rains / while it rains / it rains / while it rains /
it rains // Magic quietness, veiled indulgence / after the ungrateful storm /
you take back breath and with intense transport / you celebrate a gentle and
unusual awakening // Thousand violins played by wind / the last embrace my
beloved babe / in the fait memory of a silver rain/ the merciless sense of a
non return // Of those violins played by wind / the last kiss my sweet babe / it
burns on the face as drops of lemon juice / the heroic courage of a fierce adieu
// but they are tears / while it rains / it rains / while it rains / it rains /
while it rains / it rains.
Pat-chan
