" I want to live with my gaze fixed on love."
I've been putting off translating Chapter Eight of the "Our Courage" novelization for a shameful couple of months, because I remember watching the corresponding episode of the TV and feeling a huge amount of vicarious embarrassment. I mean, it's not a terribly subtle show to begin with, but that's the point where it became too much. Yuuri, formerly such a kick-ass character, became such a Mary-Sue, with the entire cast gathered around her death-bed moping and being weepy over her. It was so tacky, and I was not looking forward to having to translate that tripe. But I forced myself to sit down and do a quick-and-dirty translation today - and found that, while I may not be at the really wincey last half yet, I am squeeing all over Takeru's confession, and Yamato's lack of ability to confess anything and instead Setting Things On Fire, because that's how some boys demonstrate their feelings, and the moment between the two of them "I'll give her to you even though it breaks my heart." If I didn't know how this was going to end, I would be rooting for an awkward threesome riding their bicycles into the sunset.
* * *
Yuuri was trying to lit up a cigarette, but her hands trembled so much she couldn’t hold the match.
Takeru took it from her hand, and went to lit it for her. But suddenly, she threw the cigarette away, and pulled the bandana from her head. Her long hair tumbled down.
She was clearly upset. The feelings as a girl that she’d kept secret, the desperate feeling of one’s own body falling apart, they were eating at her.
Takeru looked at her like this, and couldn’t find the words to say.
She noticed his unhappy expression, and gave him her best effort at a smile. “Don’t give me that look. You don’t get it? When we become adults, we die. I understand that. It’s okay, it’s nothing to be scared of.”
“Yuuri...” Her smile now was the cruelest thing he’d ever seen. At a time like, she was still thinking of others, even though she should be wanting to scream out loud. When she should really be the most concerned...
Before he realized it, he had pulled her close to him, tightly wrapping his arms around her.
He’d wanted to do this for the longest time. But he couldn’t have...
Against his chest Yuuri tensed, startled. He held her like a delicate glass ornament, as though she’d crumble into dust the second he took his hands away. The emotions welled up inside him with her pulled so close.
He loved her.
He loved Yuuri.
He didn’t want to lose her.
He couldn’t believe that she was going to die.
He hugged her closer and closer, as tight as he could, as though unless he held her as close as possible he was afraid she would go somewhere far, far away.
“If it’s me... is that no good? If I’m the one who stays with you until the end... am I not good enough?” Before he realized it, he was murmuring his deeply hidden emotions into her ear.
At Takeru’s unplanned confession, Yuuri stiffened. But even though she was confused, she entrusted herself to Takeru’s embrace.
There was no other sound outside the two of them. Nestled close together, neither moved an inch. Inside the world that was only theirs, the night that was only theirs passed quietly.
I believe my reaction can be summed up in one word: "kyaaaa."
Also realizing yet again how weak I am with romantic scenes. I mean, I'm sitting alone in my apartment, and I'm turning red just translating this. I can't imagine how authors actually write it.
* * *
Yuuri was trying to lit up a cigarette, but her hands trembled so much she couldn’t hold the match.
Takeru took it from her hand, and went to lit it for her. But suddenly, she threw the cigarette away, and pulled the bandana from her head. Her long hair tumbled down.
She was clearly upset. The feelings as a girl that she’d kept secret, the desperate feeling of one’s own body falling apart, they were eating at her.
Takeru looked at her like this, and couldn’t find the words to say.
She noticed his unhappy expression, and gave him her best effort at a smile. “Don’t give me that look. You don’t get it? When we become adults, we die. I understand that. It’s okay, it’s nothing to be scared of.”
“Yuuri...” Her smile now was the cruelest thing he’d ever seen. At a time like, she was still thinking of others, even though she should be wanting to scream out loud. When she should really be the most concerned...
Before he realized it, he had pulled her close to him, tightly wrapping his arms around her.
He’d wanted to do this for the longest time. But he couldn’t have...
Against his chest Yuuri tensed, startled. He held her like a delicate glass ornament, as though she’d crumble into dust the second he took his hands away. The emotions welled up inside him with her pulled so close.
He loved her.
He loved Yuuri.
He didn’t want to lose her.
He couldn’t believe that she was going to die.
He hugged her closer and closer, as tight as he could, as though unless he held her as close as possible he was afraid she would go somewhere far, far away.
“If it’s me... is that no good? If I’m the one who stays with you until the end... am I not good enough?” Before he realized it, he was murmuring his deeply hidden emotions into her ear.
At Takeru’s unplanned confession, Yuuri stiffened. But even though she was confused, she entrusted herself to Takeru’s embrace.
There was no other sound outside the two of them. Nestled close together, neither moved an inch. Inside the world that was only theirs, the night that was only theirs passed quietly.
I believe my reaction can be summed up in one word: "kyaaaa."
Also realizing yet again how weak I am with romantic scenes. I mean, I'm sitting alone in my apartment, and I'm turning red just translating this. I can't imagine how authors actually write it.