[Huntik Secrets and Seekers - ENG ] Journey on Silent Rails -1/2-
Author: reilin
Title: Journey on Silent Rails
Chapter: Mentre Tutto Scorre {While Everything Flows} 1/2
Fandom: Huntik Secrets & Seekers
Characters: Dante Vale; Zhalia Moon
Pairing: Dante x Zhalia
Word Count: 1152 (W)
Rating: PG13
Genere: Romance, Slice of Life, Missing Moments, Songfiction
Note:This is the first fanfiction of a group of songfiction based on some missing moments of the first season of this awesome cartoon. In this first story, you will read about the journey back to Venice from Vlad Dracul's castle (just few hours later Zhalia's betray!) from Dante's POV. The song I chose for this fanfiction is an Italian song by the rock group Negramaro, you can easily find it on Youtube. I put the English translation of this song into square brackets. Hope you'll enjoy it and please... R&R! Grazie!
Disclaimer: Huntik characters belongs to uncle Iginio Straffi and to Rainbow SpA; "Mentre Tutto Scorre": from the album "Mentre Tutto Scorre" by Negramaro © 2005 Sugarmusic - lyrics by Giuliano Sangiorgi.
Parla in fretta
e non pensar
se quel che dici
può far male
perché mai
io dovrei
fingere
di essere fragile
come tu mi vuoi .
[Talk soon
and don’t think
If what you say
could hurt me
why
I should
pretend
to be fragile
As you wish me to be.]
We are back from the Vlad Dracul’s castle: few hours have passed by, and we are on the same train that has seen us arrive in this desolate land of Transylvania, completely unaware of what really awaited us. It's amazing how things have changed in such a short time: we started full of hope, everyone with their own thoughts, of course, but now everything is different and nothing will ever be the same... It's so hard for me to believe that what we have experienced in recent months was nothing but a lie, one play you built so well to better wipe me out : indeed every word and every gesture of yours were nothing else than a fiction? You are sitting in front of me, your head leaning against the window of the compartment and you look down, you bite your lower lip nervously, and stand in silence, locked in yourself. I look at you, try to settle an eye contact with you, but your eyes are closed, you’re carefully trying to avoid any interaction with the environment around you, only the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest betrays your nervous breathe . Why don’t you look at me, Zhalia? Why are you so silent? Please talk to me, hurry up and talk to me, and please don’t worry if what I say will make me suffer: I am not as fragile as you think, your silence hurts a lot more than you think, and not knowing what drove you to betray me and the others, is tearing my soul apart.
Vuoi nasconderti in silenzi
mille volte
già concessi
tanto poi
tu lo sai
riuscirei
sempre a convincermi
che tutto scorre .
[Do you want to hide yourself in silences
thousand times
already granted
then both
you know
you could
always convince me
that everything flows.]
Lock and Sophie, despite being exhausted by fatigue and emotions of the day, are trying to distract myself by including me in their conversations, but I can’t divert my mind from you even for a moment. Please stop hiding in those silences, and in those fleeting glances which I pretended not to notice too often in the past days. Why don’t you openly talk about what happened to you, about the person you really are and what do you want to do with your life from now on? You should know me well enough to know that despite everything I still trust you, I've always believed in you in spite of everything and everyone and that if you give me a chance, I will continue to put my expectations in you. Don’t you see that? My hand is still reaching for yours? Why are you excluding me from your life, Zhalia?
E dimmi ancora
quanto pesa
la tua maschera
di cera
tanto poi
tu lo sai
si scioglierà
come fosse neve al sol
mentre tutto scorre
[And tell me more
how does it weight
your wax mask
then both
you know
it will melt
like snow at the sun
while everything flows]
Despite you’re struggling to hide every emotion of yours, I can read the traces of profound suffering on your face. Talk to me and tell me how much pain it has caused you to live wearing this mask of indifference and cold sarcasm, and finally get rid of it, you already know that it would otherwise end up in melting as snow melts at the sun, taking away your soul too.
Sparami addosso
bersaglio mancato
provaci ancora
è un campo minato.
[Shoot right on me
You missed the target
Try again
it’s a minefield.]
But you still keep not looking at me, you stand in a corner and you want to be invisible to our eyes, your only desire is to disappear into thin air, as you’d never enter into our lives. I don’t know you anymore, Zhalia? where is the combative and stubborn woman that I have come to know and appreciate? At this still silence of yours, I would prefer a thousand times that you attacked me: shoot me, and if you miss the shot, then try again: I can defend myself from enemies’ attacks but I can’t do it from the silence of those who are so important to me ...
Quello che resta
del nostro passato
non rinnegarlo
è tempo sprecato
macchie indelebili
coprirle è reato
scagli la pietra chi è senza peccato
scagli la pietra chi è senza peccato
scagliala tu perché ho tutto sbagliato
[What remains
of our past
do not deny it
it is wasted time
permanent stain:
covering them is a crime
let throw the stone the one who is without sin
throw the stone who is without sin
You should throw it because I was completely wrong.]
I would like to ask you what are you going to do now? Will you continue to remain silent or will you try to explain your reasons? You will disappear just as we get off this train or will you remain with us? You can’t deny that you were certainly an Organization master spy, but at the same time, it would be completely useless and profoundly wrong if you decide to ignore our past together, all the moments spent as a team, as friends. You think your sins are so heavy that cannot be forgotten ... you're probably right, but do you really believe that there is someone in this world without sin that can throw the first stone against you? You should probably be the one to throw it against me because I got it all wrong: I pretended not to have eyes to see and ears to hear, and this has made me somewhat as guilty as you.
Usami
straziami
strappami l’anima
fai di me
quel che vuoi
tanto non cambia
l’idea che ormai
ho di te…
[Use me
Hurt me
Tear my soul away
make of me
what you want
it doesn’t change much
the idea that now
I have of you ...]
Therefore, Zhalia, talk to me, even if your words should be so cruel to devour my soul, I'd rather be listening to your words rather than continue to wonder what lies behind your silence. Vent your feelings, yell against me, make of me what you do want, so now you know that the idea I have of you will never change, because what I wanted to tell you on the train during the outward journey, I would like to say to you again and again, if you're still willing to listen, if there’s still a place for me in your life...
Title: Journey on Silent Rails
Chapter: Mentre Tutto Scorre {While Everything Flows} 1/2
Fandom: Huntik Secrets & Seekers
Characters: Dante Vale; Zhalia Moon
Pairing: Dante x Zhalia
Word Count: 1152 (W)
Rating: PG13
Genere: Romance, Slice of Life, Missing Moments, Songfiction
Note:This is the first fanfiction of a group of songfiction based on some missing moments of the first season of this awesome cartoon. In this first story, you will read about the journey back to Venice from Vlad Dracul's castle (just few hours later Zhalia's betray!) from Dante's POV. The song I chose for this fanfiction is an Italian song by the rock group Negramaro, you can easily find it on Youtube. I put the English translation of this song into square brackets. Hope you'll enjoy it and please... R&R! Grazie!
Disclaimer: Huntik characters belongs to uncle Iginio Straffi and to Rainbow SpA; "Mentre Tutto Scorre": from the album "Mentre Tutto Scorre" by Negramaro © 2005 Sugarmusic - lyrics by Giuliano Sangiorgi.
Parla in fretta
e non pensar
se quel che dici
può far male
perché mai
io dovrei
fingere
di essere fragile
come tu mi vuoi .
[Talk soon
and don’t think
If what you say
could hurt me
why
I should
pretend
to be fragile
As you wish me to be.]
We are back from the Vlad Dracul’s castle: few hours have passed by, and we are on the same train that has seen us arrive in this desolate land of Transylvania, completely unaware of what really awaited us. It's amazing how things have changed in such a short time: we started full of hope, everyone with their own thoughts, of course, but now everything is different and nothing will ever be the same... It's so hard for me to believe that what we have experienced in recent months was nothing but a lie, one play you built so well to better wipe me out : indeed every word and every gesture of yours were nothing else than a fiction? You are sitting in front of me, your head leaning against the window of the compartment and you look down, you bite your lower lip nervously, and stand in silence, locked in yourself. I look at you, try to settle an eye contact with you, but your eyes are closed, you’re carefully trying to avoid any interaction with the environment around you, only the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest betrays your nervous breathe . Why don’t you look at me, Zhalia? Why are you so silent? Please talk to me, hurry up and talk to me, and please don’t worry if what I say will make me suffer: I am not as fragile as you think, your silence hurts a lot more than you think, and not knowing what drove you to betray me and the others, is tearing my soul apart.
Vuoi nasconderti in silenzi
mille volte
già concessi
tanto poi
tu lo sai
riuscirei
sempre a convincermi
che tutto scorre .
[Do you want to hide yourself in silences
thousand times
already granted
then both
you know
you could
always convince me
that everything flows.]
Lock and Sophie, despite being exhausted by fatigue and emotions of the day, are trying to distract myself by including me in their conversations, but I can’t divert my mind from you even for a moment. Please stop hiding in those silences, and in those fleeting glances which I pretended not to notice too often in the past days. Why don’t you openly talk about what happened to you, about the person you really are and what do you want to do with your life from now on? You should know me well enough to know that despite everything I still trust you, I've always believed in you in spite of everything and everyone and that if you give me a chance, I will continue to put my expectations in you. Don’t you see that? My hand is still reaching for yours? Why are you excluding me from your life, Zhalia?
E dimmi ancora
quanto pesa
la tua maschera
di cera
tanto poi
tu lo sai
si scioglierà
come fosse neve al sol
mentre tutto scorre
[And tell me more
how does it weight
your wax mask
then both
you know
it will melt
like snow at the sun
while everything flows]
Despite you’re struggling to hide every emotion of yours, I can read the traces of profound suffering on your face. Talk to me and tell me how much pain it has caused you to live wearing this mask of indifference and cold sarcasm, and finally get rid of it, you already know that it would otherwise end up in melting as snow melts at the sun, taking away your soul too.
Sparami addosso
bersaglio mancato
provaci ancora
è un campo minato.
[Shoot right on me
You missed the target
Try again
it’s a minefield.]
But you still keep not looking at me, you stand in a corner and you want to be invisible to our eyes, your only desire is to disappear into thin air, as you’d never enter into our lives. I don’t know you anymore, Zhalia? where is the combative and stubborn woman that I have come to know and appreciate? At this still silence of yours, I would prefer a thousand times that you attacked me: shoot me, and if you miss the shot, then try again: I can defend myself from enemies’ attacks but I can’t do it from the silence of those who are so important to me ...
Quello che resta
del nostro passato
non rinnegarlo
è tempo sprecato
macchie indelebili
coprirle è reato
scagli la pietra chi è senza peccato
scagli la pietra chi è senza peccato
scagliala tu perché ho tutto sbagliato
[What remains
of our past
do not deny it
it is wasted time
permanent stain:
covering them is a crime
let throw the stone the one who is without sin
throw the stone who is without sin
You should throw it because I was completely wrong.]
I would like to ask you what are you going to do now? Will you continue to remain silent or will you try to explain your reasons? You will disappear just as we get off this train or will you remain with us? You can’t deny that you were certainly an Organization master spy, but at the same time, it would be completely useless and profoundly wrong if you decide to ignore our past together, all the moments spent as a team, as friends. You think your sins are so heavy that cannot be forgotten ... you're probably right, but do you really believe that there is someone in this world without sin that can throw the first stone against you? You should probably be the one to throw it against me because I got it all wrong: I pretended not to have eyes to see and ears to hear, and this has made me somewhat as guilty as you.
Usami
straziami
strappami l’anima
fai di me
quel che vuoi
tanto non cambia
l’idea che ormai
ho di te…
[Use me
Hurt me
Tear my soul away
make of me
what you want
it doesn’t change much
the idea that now
I have of you ...]
Therefore, Zhalia, talk to me, even if your words should be so cruel to devour my soul, I'd rather be listening to your words rather than continue to wonder what lies behind your silence. Vent your feelings, yell against me, make of me what you do want, so now you know that the idea I have of you will never change, because what I wanted to tell you on the train during the outward journey, I would like to say to you again and again, if you're still willing to listen, if there’s still a place for me in your life...