Free (Trapped)
By Songwind
Disclaimer- I don't own Fushigi Yuugi. Yuu Watase-sama does. (Worships said manga artist while she sweat-drops)
Notes- Okay, a quick explanation on this song; the normal stuff is what Chichiri shows to the world. The stuff in the parenthesis is what he's really thinking. And in case you're wondering, our favorite monk is referring to his mask. Please enjoy.
~*~
A long time ago
In a place no one knows
I lost my life
And gained in its place strife
My friend, my family, my love
May they all have been sent above...
I wished to join them all
And prayed for their forgiveness.
But thankfully
For those who needed me
I gained my mask
And a heartless task
To save Konan
From an old, evil man
No longer known as Houjun, but Chichiri,
I went forth with my new disguise.
And with my mask (And with my mask)
I became free (I became trapped)
Free as a bird (A bird in a cage)
Safe behind my walls (Behind my prison bars)
So my freedom (Thus my pain)
Will be with me forever (Will fester within, never recognized, never known)...
When the Miko appeared
Shocked at how she was so revered
I took upon myself the job
Of fighting off the mobs
Of Kutou spies
And painful lies
With my staff in hand and my mask on my face
I was, I thought, prepared for the journey ahead.
And with my mask (and with my mask)
I felt so free (I felt so trapped)
I could be myself (I was forced into an act)
Yet not have them stare (at the scar I had gained)
I was free as a bird (a bird in a cage)
I will always be free (I will always be trapped so)...
People fear what they don't understand
And will fight that fear with whatever they can
If my friends had seen my scar before myself,
They would have feared who I may have been
And may never have gotten to know the real me.
And so my mask (and so my mask)
Is here to stay (must remain with me)
For all my days (for all my days)
I'm glad my mask (I fear my prison)
Was created for me (that was forced on me)
Will always free me (will always imprison me)
And thus let me be me (and I'll never get to be myself)
No da... (No da...)
~*~
Let's all hug Chichiri! (Hugs) I apologize for all of the author's notes in here, but I have to ask whether everyone understood my reasoning in here. You see, while I'm sure Chichiri knows and understands why he should wear the mask; people were, and still are, afraid of what they don't know. However, I think there's a slight undercurrent of bitterness there at HAVING to wear such a thing just to get someone to accept him.
Enough of my incessant babbling. I doubt you're reading this anyway. Thanks for your time!
By Songwind
Disclaimer- I don't own Fushigi Yuugi. Yuu Watase-sama does. (Worships said manga artist while she sweat-drops)
Notes- Okay, a quick explanation on this song; the normal stuff is what Chichiri shows to the world. The stuff in the parenthesis is what he's really thinking. And in case you're wondering, our favorite monk is referring to his mask. Please enjoy.
~*~
A long time ago
In a place no one knows
I lost my life
And gained in its place strife
My friend, my family, my love
May they all have been sent above...
I wished to join them all
And prayed for their forgiveness.
But thankfully
For those who needed me
I gained my mask
And a heartless task
To save Konan
From an old, evil man
No longer known as Houjun, but Chichiri,
I went forth with my new disguise.
And with my mask (And with my mask)
I became free (I became trapped)
Free as a bird (A bird in a cage)
Safe behind my walls (Behind my prison bars)
So my freedom (Thus my pain)
Will be with me forever (Will fester within, never recognized, never known)...
When the Miko appeared
Shocked at how she was so revered
I took upon myself the job
Of fighting off the mobs
Of Kutou spies
And painful lies
With my staff in hand and my mask on my face
I was, I thought, prepared for the journey ahead.
And with my mask (and with my mask)
I felt so free (I felt so trapped)
I could be myself (I was forced into an act)
Yet not have them stare (at the scar I had gained)
I was free as a bird (a bird in a cage)
I will always be free (I will always be trapped so)...
People fear what they don't understand
And will fight that fear with whatever they can
If my friends had seen my scar before myself,
They would have feared who I may have been
And may never have gotten to know the real me.
And so my mask (and so my mask)
Is here to stay (must remain with me)
For all my days (for all my days)
I'm glad my mask (I fear my prison)
Was created for me (that was forced on me)
Will always free me (will always imprison me)
And thus let me be me (and I'll never get to be myself)
No da... (No da...)
~*~
Let's all hug Chichiri! (Hugs) I apologize for all of the author's notes in here, but I have to ask whether everyone understood my reasoning in here. You see, while I'm sure Chichiri knows and understands why he should wear the mask; people were, and still are, afraid of what they don't know. However, I think there's a slight undercurrent of bitterness there at HAVING to wear such a thing just to get someone to accept him.
Enough of my incessant babbling. I doubt you're reading this anyway. Thanks for your time!