and She Said (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bloodied_quill) wrote,@ 2006-05-27 03:34:00 |
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Title: Gently
Category: fan fiction, poetry, one-shot
Genre: songfic/dark
Rating: R
Date: May 3, 2006
Written for![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
50stories
Theme: #45 - Strawberry
Pairing: hyde and tetsu
Disclaimer: I do not own/am not affiliated with L’Arc~en~Ciel, Sony Ki/oon, Danger Crue, etc. This is a work of complete fiction. It’s for fun; I’m not going to make any money off of this. However, this particular story is my own writing, so please do not claim it as yours or repost it without permission.
Comments: This is a songfic. It’s also a bit of a headf**k.
POV: First person (hyde)
Songfic
Song title: THE GHOST IN MY ROOM
Artist: L'Arc~en~Ciel
Words and Music: hyde
Translated By: jouyou kashi
love me look at me
The days I live as a prisoner of a ghost
There was something there, once. I’m not just kidding myself, making up a past that makes me happy. The heat, the sweat, your teased and sprayed and abused locks sticking to my neck and the marks I never hid with cheap makeup—I’d rather forget them than imagine them.
We can’t go back. I can’t live held captive by a fantasy.
touch me please hurt me
Haunted by the lies in my dreams
The neighbors must wonder why I do more laundry than any single man ever ought to. But I wake screaming your name and I turn over, thinking you’ll be there. I know you won’t be, never will be. But in a waking haze, I can see you there.
drive me play with me
The window is my way of connecting with the outside
You’re a flirt, you know. But you don’t know. You’re playing with my reality and you don’t even realize. Sometimes I come in on days when I don’t have to, skip breaks when I could go have a smoke, instead standing just out of your range of view and watching you play.
call me please help me
The only thing I left behind was you
And when I’ve given up my hopes and fallen into the monotony of marriage and family, can I hope against sanity that you’ll shake it up for me? The only sacrifice I regret is the last chance.
kiss me knock on me
I search for you in the window once again today
Please just once let me feel it again; make it hurt so I won’t forget. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you play. My connections can get me into the studio, but no matter how long I stare into that room, I can’t make it anything but empty.
hold me please feel me
I ask why I can't return
Just one more embrace, like you used to. Just one more touch, for the fans, for the camera, for me, for you…Tell me, is it really so hard? It was the most natural thing before. Things haven’t changed the way you think.
The sun makes my eyes feel dizzy
embraced by ray-tracing oh! oh!
If I can get away I'll grab it in these hands
All day spent walking at the oceanside, in the sun…I feel so faint I don’t know if the image of you is real or just a mirage. The arms around me might be yours, the fingers that touch my lips and the voice that gently chastises, tells me to look up and drink this, it’s you, I know it’s you, and I’d pull you close if you wouldn’t pull away.
he says! steal your love
My target glistened brighter than a gem
Impulse presses my dry lips against yours, glossed with something strawberry. The backlight gives you a halo, but you’ve had it all along.
The mischief in its smile shows
he says! steal your love
That tone doesn’t change—you scold, but your lips part and curve and you let me repeat…
Swimming in the surroundings of a boat
Sunken in a pitch black sea, looking like a mermaid
It feels like drowning, but I never want to come back up. Older, more tired, and you’ve never been so stunning--were the Sirens so lovely?
I want to drink the poison, I awoke from the dream
Increasing the speed so I won't be set free
The ice cold water running into my ears and breathed sharply up my nose is enough to tell me it was illusion—the overwhelming heat of the sun, and the rousing hands of a stranger were only yours in a feverish fantasy. If I could have run faster, harder, to make it the last moment, oh…
he says! steal your love
I don't look over my shoulder at the door that set me free
There is no time to be looking back. What’s forgotten by one is forgotten by another. A memory cannot hold the future in its grasp.
I don't even need this rusty key, but
he says! steal your love
There is no reason to remember. There is no reason to feel. But it calls—make your own reality.
Facing tomorrow, if I could take
the mechanical you along, I'd change the past
I’d give up everything between that moment and this if we could go back and replay the faded images on the reel.
But the sheets aren’t just damp, but bloody, and the pain is real. The place where your image once lay is indented.
the ghost in my room
please comment if you read.
Requests are open
Category: fan fiction, poetry, one-shot
Genre: songfic/dark
Rating: R
Date: May 3, 2006
Written for
50storiesTheme: #45 - Strawberry
Pairing: hyde and tetsu
Disclaimer: I do not own/am not affiliated with L’Arc~en~Ciel, Sony Ki/oon, Danger Crue, etc. This is a work of complete fiction. It’s for fun; I’m not going to make any money off of this. However, this particular story is my own writing, so please do not claim it as yours or repost it without permission.
Comments: This is a songfic. It’s also a bit of a headf**k.
POV: First person (hyde)
Songfic
Song title: THE GHOST IN MY ROOM
Artist: L'Arc~en~Ciel
Words and Music: hyde
Translated By: jouyou kashi
love me look at me
The days I live as a prisoner of a ghost
There was something there, once. I’m not just kidding myself, making up a past that makes me happy. The heat, the sweat, your teased and sprayed and abused locks sticking to my neck and the marks I never hid with cheap makeup—I’d rather forget them than imagine them.
We can’t go back. I can’t live held captive by a fantasy.
touch me please hurt me
Haunted by the lies in my dreams
The neighbors must wonder why I do more laundry than any single man ever ought to. But I wake screaming your name and I turn over, thinking you’ll be there. I know you won’t be, never will be. But in a waking haze, I can see you there.
drive me play with me
The window is my way of connecting with the outside
You’re a flirt, you know. But you don’t know. You’re playing with my reality and you don’t even realize. Sometimes I come in on days when I don’t have to, skip breaks when I could go have a smoke, instead standing just out of your range of view and watching you play.
call me please help me
The only thing I left behind was you
And when I’ve given up my hopes and fallen into the monotony of marriage and family, can I hope against sanity that you’ll shake it up for me? The only sacrifice I regret is the last chance.
kiss me knock on me
I search for you in the window once again today
Please just once let me feel it again; make it hurt so I won’t forget. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you play. My connections can get me into the studio, but no matter how long I stare into that room, I can’t make it anything but empty.
hold me please feel me
I ask why I can't return
Just one more embrace, like you used to. Just one more touch, for the fans, for the camera, for me, for you…Tell me, is it really so hard? It was the most natural thing before. Things haven’t changed the way you think.
The sun makes my eyes feel dizzy
embraced by ray-tracing oh! oh!
If I can get away I'll grab it in these hands
All day spent walking at the oceanside, in the sun…I feel so faint I don’t know if the image of you is real or just a mirage. The arms around me might be yours, the fingers that touch my lips and the voice that gently chastises, tells me to look up and drink this, it’s you, I know it’s you, and I’d pull you close if you wouldn’t pull away.
he says! steal your love
My target glistened brighter than a gem
Impulse presses my dry lips against yours, glossed with something strawberry. The backlight gives you a halo, but you’ve had it all along.
The mischief in its smile shows
he says! steal your love
That tone doesn’t change—you scold, but your lips part and curve and you let me repeat…
Swimming in the surroundings of a boat
Sunken in a pitch black sea, looking like a mermaid
It feels like drowning, but I never want to come back up. Older, more tired, and you’ve never been so stunning--were the Sirens so lovely?
I want to drink the poison, I awoke from the dream
Increasing the speed so I won't be set free
The ice cold water running into my ears and breathed sharply up my nose is enough to tell me it was illusion—the overwhelming heat of the sun, and the rousing hands of a stranger were only yours in a feverish fantasy. If I could have run faster, harder, to make it the last moment, oh…
he says! steal your love
I don't look over my shoulder at the door that set me free
There is no time to be looking back. What’s forgotten by one is forgotten by another. A memory cannot hold the future in its grasp.
I don't even need this rusty key, but
he says! steal your love
There is no reason to remember. There is no reason to feel. But it calls—make your own reality.
Facing tomorrow, if I could take
the mechanical you along, I'd change the past
I’d give up everything between that moment and this if we could go back and replay the faded images on the reel.
But the sheets aren’t just damp, but bloody, and the pain is real. The place where your image once lay is indented.
the ghost in my room
please comment if you read.
Requests are open
