[Huntik Secrets & Seekers ENG] Journey on Silent Rails 2/2
Author: reilin
Title: Journey on Silent Rails
Chapter: Solo Tre Minuti {Only Three Minutes} 2/2
Fandom: Huntik Secrets & Seekers
Characters: Dante Vale; Zhalia Moon
Pairing: Dante x Zhalia
Word Count: 1032 (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; "Solo Tre Minuti": from the album "Mentre Tutto Scorre" by Negramaro © 2005 Sugarmusic - lyrics by Giuliano Sangiorgi.
Tre minuti
solo tre
minuti per
parlarti di me
forse basteranno
a ricoprirti
di bugie
come se
io dovessi
mostrar di me
quello che
ancora no…
non sono stato mai
[Three minutes
only three
minutes
to talk to me
perhaps they will be enough
to cover you up
of lies
like
I should
show me
like I…
still I have never been]
This train that’s bringing us back to Venice continues its run through mountains and cities, indifferent to the feelings of its passengers as I would like to be ... I also wish to have the ability to go straight to my purpose, without being bothered by anything... but you are sitting in front of me and look at me: I know what you're looking for, what you need, Dante ... Or rather I can only try to imagine what goes through your mind: I lied, betrayed, I almost killed both Lok and Sophie, and you, then I turned my back to the Organization and killed Klaus, the one that was closest to being my father ... you'll wonder what kind of person I am and what kind of meanness stained my life and I’m likely able to be spotted. I read all these things in your eyes, Dante, and I'm afraid, yes, I'm afraid that if I don’t talk now, I will not have the opportunity to explain my reasons ... or at least, if you can’t understand me, I hope you could still accept my apologies. I have a few minutes to talk to you about my childhood on the streets, hunger, violence, loneliness ... but maybe all that only seems to you like I told you so many lies in order to attract your pity, as if I wanted to portray myself for that Zhalia I've never shown, that perhaps you don’t think I have never been.
Tre minuti
solo tre
minuti per
fidarti di me
pensi basteranno
a ricoprirmi
di bugie
come se
tu dovessi
saper di me
quello che
ancora no …
non sono stato mai
[Three minutes
only three
minutes
to trust me
Do you think will be enough
to cover me up
of lies
like
you should
know about me
what I still..
no still….
I have never been]
If I talk to you now, will you really be willing to believe and trust me, Dante? I'm afraid I lost irretrievably your trust, but before leaving for good from your life, I need you to know what it means to spend one’s childhood without the support and love of a mother and a father, not having anyone who is willing to listen, to dry your tears and tell you that everything will be fine. In difficult moments, I had to pull myself together and rely only on myself ... I quickly learned that to survive I had to conceal my weaknesses and take advantage of the others’one. Then I met him, Klaus, and since then my life had become easier, however, as it were, somehow he has given me the support I needed so much, with him for the first time I felt part of something very likely to a family. He taught me to be a seeker, he gave me a roof over my head, clean clothes and a hot meal in the pot: I was so happy and grateful for what I had been given ...
Per convincerti ho
due minuti
ancora due
minuti ma
non li sprecherei
per mentirti mai.
[To convince you I have
two minutes
two more
minutes but
I’m not going to waste them
to lie to you.]
Now you will look at me with that stern look of yours, wondering where did all that gratitude go, because I haven’t had qualms about taking the life of Klaus ... you're right, Dante, I'm asking myself too... I'm hating myself too, every minute more, for what I did to you and also to Klaus, because of all my life full of lies, there is nothing that I would save. I could tell you that when I met you, I finally realized that what I have always longed was to be loved for what I really am and not for my power or for what others want me to be. You and others have accepted me with my excesses of sarcasm and my being so brusque: you've protected me at the cost of your life even though I was a total stranger: none else, neither Klaus, had ever done that for me ... but I have betrayed you too, I have plotted against your missions and attacked your lives! With what courage I can stay now in front of you and justify myself, asking for a forgiveness that none sensible person would give me? Maybe I'll be wrong again, but before disappearing forever from your life, I want you to know everything, and this time look into my eyes: I'm not lying ...
Come neve
fredda scenderei
per coprir
tutto quello
che sei
come sale
bianco brucerei
le bugie
che ogni giorno
direi
[As cold snow
I would go down
to cover
everything
that you are
as white salt
I would burn
the lies I’d say to you
every day]
I don’t want to lie to you anymore, Dante, because you became to me the very reason of my life ... By demonstrating your unconditional trust to me despite of others and despite of the appearances themselves, by always addressing to me a special word at the right time, you slowly entered into my heart and from there you're not gone away anymore, although I have tried with all strenghts to repress these feelings of mine. Today, on the roof of Vlad Dracul’s castle, as you laid helpless waiting for my coup de grace, your eyes full of disappointment and sincere sorrow has torn my soul and at that moment I realized that I would give my life for you ... I’d fall down on you like a blanket of snow to protect you from the evil that surrounds you, I would give anything to go back and be able to burn all the lies that I told you during these months ... all those lies that weigh on my heart as a rock and burn as if they were salt on open wounds.
…un minuto
resta un minuto
per poterti dire…
[A minute ...
I have a minute left
to say to you...]
Dante, if my words could really get to your heart, if I could show you how I suffer for having lost you forever because of my lies ... and instead I can’t help but sit in front of you, unable to sustain your glance as the train slows into the station and our streets are going to separate forever.
Title: Journey on Silent Rails
Chapter: Solo Tre Minuti {Only Three Minutes} 2/2
Fandom: Huntik Secrets & Seekers
Characters: Dante Vale; Zhalia Moon
Pairing: Dante x Zhalia
Word Count: 1032 (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; "Solo Tre Minuti": from the album "Mentre Tutto Scorre" by Negramaro © 2005 Sugarmusic - lyrics by Giuliano Sangiorgi.
Tre minuti
solo tre
minuti per
parlarti di me
forse basteranno
a ricoprirti
di bugie
come se
io dovessi
mostrar di me
quello che
ancora no…
non sono stato mai
[Three minutes
only three
minutes
to talk to me
perhaps they will be enough
to cover you up
of lies
like
I should
show me
like I…
still I have never been]
This train that’s bringing us back to Venice continues its run through mountains and cities, indifferent to the feelings of its passengers as I would like to be ... I also wish to have the ability to go straight to my purpose, without being bothered by anything... but you are sitting in front of me and look at me: I know what you're looking for, what you need, Dante ... Or rather I can only try to imagine what goes through your mind: I lied, betrayed, I almost killed both Lok and Sophie, and you, then I turned my back to the Organization and killed Klaus, the one that was closest to being my father ... you'll wonder what kind of person I am and what kind of meanness stained my life and I’m likely able to be spotted. I read all these things in your eyes, Dante, and I'm afraid, yes, I'm afraid that if I don’t talk now, I will not have the opportunity to explain my reasons ... or at least, if you can’t understand me, I hope you could still accept my apologies. I have a few minutes to talk to you about my childhood on the streets, hunger, violence, loneliness ... but maybe all that only seems to you like I told you so many lies in order to attract your pity, as if I wanted to portray myself for that Zhalia I've never shown, that perhaps you don’t think I have never been.
Tre minuti
solo tre
minuti per
fidarti di me
pensi basteranno
a ricoprirmi
di bugie
come se
tu dovessi
saper di me
quello che
ancora no …
non sono stato mai
[Three minutes
only three
minutes
to trust me
Do you think will be enough
to cover me up
of lies
like
you should
know about me
what I still..
no still….
I have never been]
If I talk to you now, will you really be willing to believe and trust me, Dante? I'm afraid I lost irretrievably your trust, but before leaving for good from your life, I need you to know what it means to spend one’s childhood without the support and love of a mother and a father, not having anyone who is willing to listen, to dry your tears and tell you that everything will be fine. In difficult moments, I had to pull myself together and rely only on myself ... I quickly learned that to survive I had to conceal my weaknesses and take advantage of the others’one. Then I met him, Klaus, and since then my life had become easier, however, as it were, somehow he has given me the support I needed so much, with him for the first time I felt part of something very likely to a family. He taught me to be a seeker, he gave me a roof over my head, clean clothes and a hot meal in the pot: I was so happy and grateful for what I had been given ...
Per convincerti ho
due minuti
ancora due
minuti ma
non li sprecherei
per mentirti mai.
[To convince you I have
two minutes
two more
minutes but
I’m not going to waste them
to lie to you.]
Now you will look at me with that stern look of yours, wondering where did all that gratitude go, because I haven’t had qualms about taking the life of Klaus ... you're right, Dante, I'm asking myself too... I'm hating myself too, every minute more, for what I did to you and also to Klaus, because of all my life full of lies, there is nothing that I would save. I could tell you that when I met you, I finally realized that what I have always longed was to be loved for what I really am and not for my power or for what others want me to be. You and others have accepted me with my excesses of sarcasm and my being so brusque: you've protected me at the cost of your life even though I was a total stranger: none else, neither Klaus, had ever done that for me ... but I have betrayed you too, I have plotted against your missions and attacked your lives! With what courage I can stay now in front of you and justify myself, asking for a forgiveness that none sensible person would give me? Maybe I'll be wrong again, but before disappearing forever from your life, I want you to know everything, and this time look into my eyes: I'm not lying ...
Come neve
fredda scenderei
per coprir
tutto quello
che sei
come sale
bianco brucerei
le bugie
che ogni giorno
direi
[As cold snow
I would go down
to cover
everything
that you are
as white salt
I would burn
the lies I’d say to you
every day]
I don’t want to lie to you anymore, Dante, because you became to me the very reason of my life ... By demonstrating your unconditional trust to me despite of others and despite of the appearances themselves, by always addressing to me a special word at the right time, you slowly entered into my heart and from there you're not gone away anymore, although I have tried with all strenghts to repress these feelings of mine. Today, on the roof of Vlad Dracul’s castle, as you laid helpless waiting for my coup de grace, your eyes full of disappointment and sincere sorrow has torn my soul and at that moment I realized that I would give my life for you ... I’d fall down on you like a blanket of snow to protect you from the evil that surrounds you, I would give anything to go back and be able to burn all the lies that I told you during these months ... all those lies that weigh on my heart as a rock and burn as if they were salt on open wounds.
…un minuto
resta un minuto
per poterti dire…
[A minute ...
I have a minute left
to say to you...]
Dante, if my words could really get to your heart, if I could show you how I suffer for having lost you forever because of my lies ... and instead I can’t help but sit in front of you, unable to sustain your glance as the train slows into the station and our streets are going to separate forever.