Dubita che le stelle siano fuoco...
Dubita che il sole si muova...
Dubita che la verità sia mentitrice...
Ma non dubitare mai del mio amore.
- Shakespeare
-
Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar
but never doubt thy love.
- Shakespeare
-
-
-
-
Songbird
-
-
-
-
"Oh, how she bewitched him so, with that sinfully hypnotic song of hers. After hearing only a few moments of her singing by the fountain that day, the young man was obsessed with finding his siren. Many more encounters followed that day, but none of them ever ended in his capture of the pretty little song bird. Like a ghost, she was there to taunt him and provoke him further into pursuit, only for him to find vapor in her wake.
"Many nights he lay awake in bed, dreaming about the success he longed to achieve. For the first time in his life, he found himself hating a form of his art. She was there and then she was gone, just like his art. He hated it almost as much as the teasing of his best friend and rival, Sasori. Still, he did not ever falter or hesitate in her pursuit of the pretty singer. His resolve only grew stronger with every failure."
"Did the handsome young Gentle man ever find the pretty lady?"
Deidara looked down at the pretty little child nestled in his lap and chuckled at the question that seemed so obvious to him now in his aged years. "Yes, yes, my dear child. The young Gentleman found his precious Songbird much later on and wooed her into marriage most skilfully."
"Wooed?" the young girl asked with bright blue eyes wide in amazement. They were the eyes of her father, no matter how much the shape of them reminded him of her mother. "How?"
"With sweet Italian words whispered in her ears after dusk on the streets of Venice with the voice of a dashing young seducer. Why, the little Songbird was helpless to his charms, as any human girl would be."
"What did he say daddy? What did he say? What was it, do you know? I wanna know too," his daughter cried, jumping up and down on his knees with impatience.
Smirking like the devil, the young father leaned down and position his lips on the edge of her ears, much like how he had with his wife before they were married. "L'amore è forse la più importante delle emozioni umane."
Though his daughter, the young girl blushed and smiled happily. "Wow daddy, that's so pretty, what does is mean?"
"It's an Italian phrase that means Love is perhaps the most important human emotion. It worked like magic for the young Gentleman and before he knew it, the ravishing young Songbird was his to love and to cherish. Of course, she was truly devious in making him think she was still undecided in her love, but that's a completely unnecessary detail in this story."
"But I wanna hear it."
"Now I think that's enough stories for one night. It's off to bed for this little princess."
"But I don't wanna. I'm not even sleepy!"
"That may be, however your father and I have matters to attend to tonight with guest and you need you rest, weather you think you need it or not," a new voice interrupted. It was elegant and wispy, much like the wind with it's lasting 'charm' affect it had on members of the opposite gender. It reminded Deidara of how many foolishly stupid and unworthy men he had to fight to win her to his side.
"Mommy!"
"To bed Hannah," she chiled, her voice still ringing with beauty, no matter how stern she forced it to be. Her hair had been done up skillfully with the latest style, showing off the pearls that were pinned in to hold it together. Her lips had been glossed over with rose colored lipstick and her eyes powered with white dust.
She looked like a fairy or even an angel dresses so nicely.
This only reminded Deidara how shameful some men could act towards a married woman when her husband was standing right next to her. Had they no shame? And it wasn't even a rare thing for an older man to leer at her with him standing right next to her. Didn't they see him there?
Sakura turned towards him and gave him one of her looks that reminded him who was the boss of the house. He chuckled, loving that expression of hers, no matter how degrading it made him feel as a man. "Darling, could you please be persuaded to convince out daughter of the necessities of sleep? I don't want her drifting through the house like a ghost in the morning."
"Listen to your mother," Deidara said as a maid came to take the young mistress by the hand and lead her to bed. "We will see you in the morning and then I will be able to tell you more about how the Songbird and the Gentleman fell in love and were married and had their happy ever after."
With shock muffled in her words Sakura was quick to reply. "You don't need to tell her about that happyever after. I think she'll get the picture," she said, stressing the word happy more than needed.
Deidara chuckled, embracing his wife. "Why not? That's my favorite part, after all."
"Hush you scoundrel. She should be getting into bed now. Sasori will be waiting for us."
Deidara leaned in, bring his face closer to his own. "Hush me yourself, my love."
And she did.
-
-
-
-
I am proud of my Italian blood and I think the Italian language is one of the most romantic on earth. How could Sakura refuse? Umm yeah, another oneshot. I have a bunch of these, but I hate posting them because they're all really short. I don't really like short stories, but long stories are hard to write while keeping your muse up. So yeah, my laziness wins over my longing to write longer pieces.
Just to let you know, the songs in both chapters are is mine, I own em, I wrote it and have the copyright to prove it! I though I put something up in an AN in the first chapter explaining it, but when I looked back on it, the AN was gone. I must have deleted it by accident or not have saved it after writing it. That happens a lot. I'm horrible with it comes to computers. I hope you enjoyed this little work of muse.
REVIEW!
(I'm shameless, I know.)
Vesper chan-
-
-