You Are My Universe
Scroll III - A Midsummer Night's Lament
UD
S/N: Ah yes, the fateful night. We all know what happened between Tamahome and Miaka that time before the battle with Kutou. Some, like Tasuki, even went a little further in their thinking. Regardless, we knew the time they spent that evening only strengthened their resolve and commitment to each other – bonds that would eventually prove so tough, not even death could break them. Still, one wonders what Hotohori was thinking after he told them they could get married anytime they wish. He didn't sound happy for them, but can you blame him? He was neutral and reserved, and left quickly ... probably before anyone saw him start to cry under his impassive veneer. Words hopelessly fail to depict the anguish the emperor struggled with ... nevertheless, I go forth ... with his mourning for a love ... that was destined NOT to be.
Miaka.
It is just one word, but it encompasses all of my previous obligations – both to country and self.
It is the name of the long awaited, legendary Priestess of Suzaku.
The one who will save us from certain calamity.
It is also the name of a young beautiful girl who has my heart – one I will love for all time.
She is the girl I have dreamed of for so long, ever since I was told what the "Star" symbol on my neck was.
A girl will come from another world, and bestowed upon her will be the very
power of Suzaku himself.
She must be protected, as she is the very hope for our survival against impending doom.
If worst comes to worst, we must give our very lives for her sake.
Oh, but Miaka, when I saw you, I felt like I was dying...
Drowning in joy.
For even my dreams paled in comparison to your living, wondrous beauty.
I told you you were exactly the girl I had imagined.
I was wrong.
My imagination could not begin to do you justice.
I said to you I fell in love with you when we first met.
Instead of melting into my arms like any overjoyed girl in my harem (if they had been given the opportunity)
You turned away.
Your heart already had been bound, even then...
One day your love turned on you.
Under the control of a foul curse, he attacked you and his allies.
You were out of your mind with pain from your shattered heart.
You tried ... to kill yourself.
I saved you.
I comforted you.
I wanted you so desperately to love me.
I wanted to heal your heart.
In so doing, I would heal mine as well.
You cared for me the way I always thought a girl from another world would.
You cared for me.
Not for the Emperor of the Konan Empire.
Not for Celestial Warrior Hotohori.
You cared – for me.
Saiheitei.
You said I had a warm heart.
You said I was free.
I wish I was free.
To love you.
He came back.
With hate in his heart and murder on his mind.
I had stayed with you all night.
I told you do not leave this place.
I was really saying "Do not leave me."
In either case, you did not listen.
You saw the depth of my love for you.
I foiled your would-be assassin.
I wounded a fellow warrior of Suzaku.
With rather excessive force, I put my sword through his gullet.
He fell off my blade, and lay there bleeding in the rain.
Lightning flashed, and one word rent my soul, so close to healing...
NOOOOO!!!
I knew then that you couldn't love me.
My sword shook and fell from my hands.
It felt like I had been the one with a blade thrust through him – only a little higher.
Yes, Priestess, I already knew what a fine swordswoman you would become.
Even before I was told of your victory over Soi.
And then I witnessed a miracle.
The power and depth of your love was far greater than mine.
I could only kill for you.
But you would sacrifice yourself, and all that meant to us... and to you.
If it would only ease his suffering.
It was totally unexpected – from both me, the warriors, Nakago, Tamahome...
And even Kodoku had met its match.
Your own unshakable faith in your love – brought him back.
I was glad to have him one of us again.
However, there are no words for the grief I was to endure as payment.
The hope for our love faded as quickly as the thunderclouds overhead that day.
The sun was shining on you and your restored love.
I wonder if the sun will ever shine on me.
But no sun would ever be as warm, as bright, as life-sustaining...
As you.
You are more than the sun that warms me by day.
You are more than the stars that glitter and wink at me at night.
You are more than the world beneath my feet.
Do you not yourself come from an entirely different world?
Iie, more like an entirely unfamiliar plane of existence.
I thank Suzaku you stepped into mine.
Even if the noon, the full glory of your sun blazes on another...
I am content basking in your warmth, and reading by your brilliant glow...
For I know you.
I love you.
I could never stop.
So I suffer, yet...
How can such suffering bring such joy?
Just seeing you smile... a ray of your golden sunlight flashes my way.
And then I forget I am suffering.
You are here with me.
I am here with you.
My gratefulness in mere words is crude.
Even if I wrote it in the night with silver stars...
Even if I used the whole universe as a canvas to write my eternal tribute to you...
It would not suffice.
You are more than this universe...
The Universe of the Four Gods.
YOU ARE MY UNIVERSE
In the heavens, the stars are twinkling.
In the ground, the flowers are blooming.
And now, in my universe,
my love for you is shining.
It won't stop.
It won't be stopped.
Love,
like breathing,
is irreplaceable.
I'm glad I was born, because I exist for you.
I live with pain as I fight with fate.
Even if you're far away, whoever you may be with,
I have only one wish: your happiness.
Beyond the blue sky, are the stars that watch over you.
My feelings that shine for you are eternal.
Looking up at the heavens with my arms spread wide,
like I'm a bit asleep,
alone, I force a smile,
my heart beating wildly.
It won't stop.
It won't be stopped.
Lovingly holding you.
I saw it in my dreams.
In the sky, there are stars.
In the ground, the flowers are blooming.
And in my universe, there is you.
(In the sky, there are stars.)
(In the ground, the flowers are blooming.)
(And in my universe, there is you.)
In the sky, there are stars.
In the ground, the flowers are blooming.
And in my universe, there is you.
(In the sky, there are stars.)
(In the ground, the flowers are blooming.)
(And in my universe, there is you.)
In the sky, there are stars.
In the ground, the flowers are blooming.
And in my universe, there is you.
If you want the Romaji too, make some noise and I shall include it.
Is this the end of a trilogy ...
or just the beginning?
You decide.
Special Notice: All Champion Requests will be DENIED. Your WRITING must PROVE BEYOND DOUBT that you TRULY are behind your chosen warrior. The DRAGON is the sole judge of that. Plot, subject, storyline doesn't matter; you must present your warrior in a much more than favorable light. Hmm, chance to convert people! Hopefully this will inspire you to write (and clear up a few cases of writer's block).
Subnotice: Writing for Champion Titles by writing something new in support of them will be an exception.
I will look the runes over, and if they glow or paint new images in my own archaic mind, you have got a good chance.
This is not a war, so don't fight over the remaining positions – once I am convinced by the writing and the champion is recognized in some future work, they ARE the champion, PERIOD.
May your keystrokes be blessed, mortal contenders!!
Added to Acceptances:
Virgin Daughters (wink)
Flames will be used to resurrect my party more frequently in Final Fantasy VIII
(Summon Suzaku - Rebirth Flame!!!)
Scroll III - A Midsummer Night's Lament
UD
S/N: Ah yes, the fateful night. We all know what happened between Tamahome and Miaka that time before the battle with Kutou. Some, like Tasuki, even went a little further in their thinking. Regardless, we knew the time they spent that evening only strengthened their resolve and commitment to each other – bonds that would eventually prove so tough, not even death could break them. Still, one wonders what Hotohori was thinking after he told them they could get married anytime they wish. He didn't sound happy for them, but can you blame him? He was neutral and reserved, and left quickly ... probably before anyone saw him start to cry under his impassive veneer. Words hopelessly fail to depict the anguish the emperor struggled with ... nevertheless, I go forth ... with his mourning for a love ... that was destined NOT to be.
Miaka.
It is just one word, but it encompasses all of my previous obligations – both to country and self.
It is the name of the long awaited, legendary Priestess of Suzaku.
The one who will save us from certain calamity.
It is also the name of a young beautiful girl who has my heart – one I will love for all time.
She is the girl I have dreamed of for so long, ever since I was told what the "Star" symbol on my neck was.
A girl will come from another world, and bestowed upon her will be the very
power of Suzaku himself.
She must be protected, as she is the very hope for our survival against impending doom.
If worst comes to worst, we must give our very lives for her sake.
Oh, but Miaka, when I saw you, I felt like I was dying...
Drowning in joy.
For even my dreams paled in comparison to your living, wondrous beauty.
I told you you were exactly the girl I had imagined.
I was wrong.
My imagination could not begin to do you justice.
I said to you I fell in love with you when we first met.
Instead of melting into my arms like any overjoyed girl in my harem (if they had been given the opportunity)
You turned away.
Your heart already had been bound, even then...
One day your love turned on you.
Under the control of a foul curse, he attacked you and his allies.
You were out of your mind with pain from your shattered heart.
You tried ... to kill yourself.
I saved you.
I comforted you.
I wanted you so desperately to love me.
I wanted to heal your heart.
In so doing, I would heal mine as well.
You cared for me the way I always thought a girl from another world would.
You cared for me.
Not for the Emperor of the Konan Empire.
Not for Celestial Warrior Hotohori.
You cared – for me.
Saiheitei.
You said I had a warm heart.
You said I was free.
I wish I was free.
To love you.
He came back.
With hate in his heart and murder on his mind.
I had stayed with you all night.
I told you do not leave this place.
I was really saying "Do not leave me."
In either case, you did not listen.
You saw the depth of my love for you.
I foiled your would-be assassin.
I wounded a fellow warrior of Suzaku.
With rather excessive force, I put my sword through his gullet.
He fell off my blade, and lay there bleeding in the rain.
Lightning flashed, and one word rent my soul, so close to healing...
NOOOOO!!!
I knew then that you couldn't love me.
My sword shook and fell from my hands.
It felt like I had been the one with a blade thrust through him – only a little higher.
Yes, Priestess, I already knew what a fine swordswoman you would become.
Even before I was told of your victory over Soi.
And then I witnessed a miracle.
The power and depth of your love was far greater than mine.
I could only kill for you.
But you would sacrifice yourself, and all that meant to us... and to you.
If it would only ease his suffering.
It was totally unexpected – from both me, the warriors, Nakago, Tamahome...
And even Kodoku had met its match.
Your own unshakable faith in your love – brought him back.
I was glad to have him one of us again.
However, there are no words for the grief I was to endure as payment.
The hope for our love faded as quickly as the thunderclouds overhead that day.
The sun was shining on you and your restored love.
I wonder if the sun will ever shine on me.
But no sun would ever be as warm, as bright, as life-sustaining...
As you.
You are more than the sun that warms me by day.
You are more than the stars that glitter and wink at me at night.
You are more than the world beneath my feet.
Do you not yourself come from an entirely different world?
Iie, more like an entirely unfamiliar plane of existence.
I thank Suzaku you stepped into mine.
Even if the noon, the full glory of your sun blazes on another...
I am content basking in your warmth, and reading by your brilliant glow...
For I know you.
I love you.
I could never stop.
So I suffer, yet...
How can such suffering bring such joy?
Just seeing you smile... a ray of your golden sunlight flashes my way.
And then I forget I am suffering.
You are here with me.
I am here with you.
My gratefulness in mere words is crude.
Even if I wrote it in the night with silver stars...
Even if I used the whole universe as a canvas to write my eternal tribute to you...
It would not suffice.
You are more than this universe...
The Universe of the Four Gods.
YOU ARE MY UNIVERSE
In the heavens, the stars are twinkling.
In the ground, the flowers are blooming.
And now, in my universe,
my love for you is shining.
It won't stop.
It won't be stopped.
Love,
like breathing,
is irreplaceable.
I'm glad I was born, because I exist for you.
I live with pain as I fight with fate.
Even if you're far away, whoever you may be with,
I have only one wish: your happiness.
Beyond the blue sky, are the stars that watch over you.
My feelings that shine for you are eternal.
Looking up at the heavens with my arms spread wide,
like I'm a bit asleep,
alone, I force a smile,
my heart beating wildly.
It won't stop.
It won't be stopped.
Lovingly holding you.
I saw it in my dreams.
In the sky, there are stars.
In the ground, the flowers are blooming.
And in my universe, there is you.
(In the sky, there are stars.)
(In the ground, the flowers are blooming.)
(And in my universe, there is you.)
In the sky, there are stars.
In the ground, the flowers are blooming.
And in my universe, there is you.
(In the sky, there are stars.)
(In the ground, the flowers are blooming.)
(And in my universe, there is you.)
In the sky, there are stars.
In the ground, the flowers are blooming.
And in my universe, there is you.
If you want the Romaji too, make some noise and I shall include it.
Is this the end of a trilogy ...
or just the beginning?
You decide.
Special Notice: All Champion Requests will be DENIED. Your WRITING must PROVE BEYOND DOUBT that you TRULY are behind your chosen warrior. The DRAGON is the sole judge of that. Plot, subject, storyline doesn't matter; you must present your warrior in a much more than favorable light. Hmm, chance to convert people! Hopefully this will inspire you to write (and clear up a few cases of writer's block).
Subnotice: Writing for Champion Titles by writing something new in support of them will be an exception.
I will look the runes over, and if they glow or paint new images in my own archaic mind, you have got a good chance.
This is not a war, so don't fight over the remaining positions – once I am convinced by the writing and the champion is recognized in some future work, they ARE the champion, PERIOD.
May your keystrokes be blessed, mortal contenders!!
Added to Acceptances:
Virgin Daughters (wink)
Flames will be used to resurrect my party more frequently in Final Fantasy VIII
(Summon Suzaku - Rebirth Flame!!!)