Hey again. Just for the record, I don't own these songs, or the characters, but I do own the plot, which must be worth something..
Settled
She didn't see him move until he gripped her jaw, squeezing a little more harshly then he had to. She looked up , blue to yellow. He had pulled off the busy road, and now they sat on the edge of it, looking into each others eyes like a couple of fools. She didn't realize he was staring until his fingers brushed the rather large bruise Raoul had left on her eye.
Now he realized why she had kept looking at the ground. She had shiner so big he knew the one who gave it to her had to be male. He couldn't help the possessive rage that flowed through him at that thought. How dare anyone touch what was his? How dare anyone think they had the right to touch her! Christine didn't really have any expression besides curious skepticism.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when he ground out one word that shook her with it's intensity." Who!"
She shrugged, pulling her jaw from his grasp quickly, and staring out the window. So she got hit, it wasn't anything exciting. He didn't speak for a while, pulling back unto the road and continuing until they got to a dirt one. They took it for a couple miles, then stopping at a beautiful, (if not a little dark) looking house. It was crimson, almost blood colored, with black shutters. The architecture was magnificence itself, all in the oldest of styles.
The lawn, she could see, was covered in flowers of all kinds, even climbing up the sides of the demonic palace. They creeped up the lattices, covering windows in some places. It seemed this place housed Hades, and Persephones' minions tried to free her from the prison and bring her back to the earthen soil. She heard a car door open and realized Erik had opened hers. She slid out, following his fabulously clad feet.
She had gotten the full tour. Twelve rooms, a music room, eight bathrooms, and two gardens. She watched as he opened the patio doors, revealing a Japanese rock garden. It was beautiful ,she watched as a small elderly man worked to draw designs in it. She smiled lightly, letting her severe calm look fade for a few moments.
" I am going to assume you like it? I thought teenagers where hell bent on gaudy pools and those bacteria ridden hot tubs."
Flipping a curl away from her face, she replied back, with a little sarcasm in her voice. "Well, I can't really appreciate a good pool, considering I don't know how to swim. I figured that would be in their little 'Thank you for purchasing this child' catalog."
She saw him tense, before he turned to her. She kind of liked the way his eyes burned behind the mask. She always knew when she had provoked him. It made her feel good, to know some people got just as flustered at her poker face as she did with their own. " Girl, I ignored your flippancy in the car, but I, for one, am not your Dad, far from it actually. And yes, I do own you, so you will follow my rules."
Her nails her digging in her flesh as she spoke. " What will you do, send me back? Oh well, it would be better there anyway. All I have to do there is shut up and not break any laws for half a year. So if being a bitch is what it will take, then I will do all I can to piss you off! Nobody owns me!"
Her tilted her little face to the side, pressing the large bruise around her eye until the pain was slapping against her skin like waves in the ocean. She didn't let it show, but it was very uncomfortable. He leaned down, whispering in her ear " Oh, my dear, didn't you know? Taking down your prey is twice as fun when it fights first. Oh, and don't get any delusions about going back to that little rats nest of yours. If you disobey, I will just make your time here a little more.. Unpleasant"
She was broken from her reverie by the sound of steps. The little Japanese gardener had come over, bowing as he spoke. " Good day, Master Erik., Miss Christine. The master told us you were to arrive. I am Chiba Mamoru, oh, I mean Mamoru Chiba. Your etiquette is a little different then mine. I apoligize. " He was well over sixty, but looked to be in good health, smiling with honey brown eyes.
Imagine Erik's surprise when Christine bowed back, much lower though, and replied to Mamoru in his native tongue. " Ohayo gozaimasu, Chiba ojii-sama. Watashi wa Daae Christine. Daijoubou desu ka?"
Mamoru smiled, before replying" Ah! I did not know you knew the language of my homeland! Daijoubou desu. Arigato, Christine-chan. Konban wa!" Erik shook his head, wondering what they spoke of, as the man ran back to the gardens. As They ventured back into the house, he chose his words for what had just occurred.
" I did not know you were so fluent in other languages Christine."
She had recognized the French accent from the moment he spoke, and decided to give him another little jolt to the ego. "Il y a beaucoup de choses vous n'êtes pas au courant de moi, monsieur Erik."
She didn't see the hungry stare he gave her, as she headed towards the room he had designated.
Two days later, after she had settled in, he watched her, as she sat in the gardens, watching Mamoru , as she seemed wont to do. Maybe the motions across the sand soothed her as well. He seemed to always watch her, though she never saw him. Or acted as if she never saw him, anyhow. He decided to listen to her and the gardener's conversation, though he couldn't understand. She let the words flow from her tongue, pronunciation perfect, or so the little jiji had said.
When she started to sing, he froze to his spot on the balcony. Even though he couldn't understand the words, it was so beautiful he almost asked aloud for the translation. To convey that much heartbreak in a song . Running his hands through his hair, he remembered the first day he saw her. She would be his. She just didn't know it yet.
"Fukai fukai mori no oku ni ima mo kitto (I'm sure that the heart I left behind)
okizari ni shita kokoro kakushite'ru yo (still lies hidden in the heart of the deep, deep forest)
sagasu hodo no chikara mo naku tsukarehateta (Exhausted, without the strength to search)
hitobito wa eien no yami ni kieru (people vanish into the infinite darkness)
chisai mama nara kitto ima demo mieta ka na (If it's so small, I wonder if I can see it even now)
boku-tachi wa ikiru hodo ni (as we live on)
nakushite'ku sukoshi zutsu (we lose a little bit more) itsuwari ya uso wo matoi (Shrouded in falsehoods and lies) tachisukumu koe mo naku (we stand frozen to the spot, unable to cry out)
aoi aoi sora no iro mo kidzukanai mama (The days pass by and change)
sugite yuku mainichi ga kawatte yuku (without us even realizing how blue the sky really is)
tsukurareta wakugumi wo koe ima wo ikite (Overcoming that made-up scheme, we live the present)
sabitsuita kokoro mata ugokidasu yo (and our rusted hearts begin to beat again)
toki no rizumu wo shireba mo ichido toberu darou (if we can find the rhythm of time, we can fly once again)
boku-tachi wa samayoi nagara (we live our lives)
ikite yuku doko made mo (wandering to the ends of the earth)
shinjite'ru hikari motome (Believing (in you), now I begin my journey with you)
arukidasu kimi to ima (in search of the light)
boku-tachi wa ikiru hodo ni (as we live on)
nakushite'ku sukoshi zutsu (we lose a little bit more) itsuwari ya uso wo matoi (Shrouded in falsehoods and lies) tachisukumu koe mo naku (we stand frozen to the spot, unable to cry out)
boku-tachi wa samayoi nagara (we live our lives)
ikite yuku doko made mo (wandering to the ends of the earth)
furikaeru (Closing off)
michi wo tozashi (the way back)
aruite'ku eien ni (we walk on for eternity)
tachisukumu koe mo naku (We live our lives standing frozen to the spot)
ikite yuku eien ni (unable to cry out, for eternity...)"
Mamoru looked at her, propping his arms against the rake, before speaking in English." You know, Christine-chan, you are very quiet and mature for your age. I have the sinking feeling that your life hasn't been easy."
She laughed, a sound he hadn't really heard before. It was pure sounding, nice. Like little bells ringing through his head. " Well, I believe you are right, Mamoru-Ojii-san. But you need not protect me, after all, I am just fine by myself."
He chuckled, before answering her back." But , my girl, if I did that, I wouldn't be living up to my name. You'll be good for Master Erik, you two seem to have much the same disposition."
Christine sighed rather loudly, before stepping off the first floor porch and onto a large rock in the garden Mamoru was working with." That is the problem though, Mamoru-san. He and I are so alike, we are always fighting. Not that I dissuade it, after all, I was just fine by myself. But he doesn't have to act as if I am some piece of art or nice violin that he can collect."
The old man laughed, before delivering a soft punch to her shoulder. " I am sure the man feels much the same about your lack of respect for him. Really Miss, all he wants is a little company. Would it kill you to give him that? After all, tomorrow you go back to school. You might as well fix things with him before you go to sleep tonight. It might make the ride there a little less tense."
She entered the house not long after that, retreating to the music room. Sitting on the piano bench, she started to play a random tune. He debated joining her in the large, dark room, before striding in, and sitting right next to her on the soft seat. He expected it when she jumped like a startled cat, and walked over to the corner with the guitars. She ignored him, as she started to play a song.
" Another long quiet night.
Another long quiet, lonely night spent at your side.
Not a lot left to say.
There's not a lot that I still could say to change your mind."
"But with a little bit of money we could buy us a car.
With a little luck we could get away from where we are.
Let's get out of here.
We'll drive, one thousand miles an hour.
We'll fly by wheat fields and water towers.
We'll go. We'll go and we'll go and we'll go. Let's go."
He watched her as she played, she didn't look down and watch her fingers hit the different sounds. She knew this by heart. It must have been her own.
"Now the look in your eye.
You know, the look right before you cry... it's always here."
"So in the day when you wake.
In the morning when you awake, let's disappear."
"With a little bit of money we could buy us a car.
With a little luck we could get away from where we are.
Let's get out of here.
We'll drive, one thousand miles an hour.
We'll fly by wheat fields and water towers.
We'll go. We'll go and we'll go and we'll go. Let's go"
He realized this was her own way of asking for forgiveness. It was much like is own, truth be told, and he gave her a nod. She nodded back, as they both retook their seats at the piano.
They both exited the music room a few hours later, going to there separate rooms. Erik clutched his heart as he laid down. How could one girl effect him so? They had spent their time writing lyrics, and tuning the piano to perfection. After all, he mostly used his organ, which he kept in the attic, for such things. Just before he took to his rest, she remembered a line from the Japanese song, after all, she had translated it into English for him, saying it was her favorite song.
"Tsukurareta wakugumi wo koe ima wo ikite.
sabitsuita kokoro mata ugokidasu yo …"
Hope you liked it. Any translation quirks are not my bad. I used a translation company.
Japanese: Ohayo Gozaimasu- (Respectful) Hello Ojii-Grandfather Sama- Respectful additive used for lords or important persons.
Watashi Wa- my name is Daijoubou Desu Ka?- how are you?
Daijoubou Desu- I'm fine.
Arigato- Thank you.
Konban Wa- Good afternoon.
Chiba Mamoru- Protector of Earth.
The French: There are many things you do not know about me, Mister Erik.
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