An unusual hint of snow finally began settling upon Londra as early March creeped in, and the indian summer was over. Spring was a long ways away, and this fact hung deep in the pit of my stomach as I strained to get the door of my manor open, stepped inside, and closed it again. Though the house was poorly insulated, it was surprisingly still. As I removed my scarf and boots, I heard the gentle bubbling of liquid from the kitchen, the only lit room in view. The long yellow gleam cast a large shadowy rectangle across the entire dark floor in a straight path to the front door. I walked to it slowly. The overwhelming brightness of the cucina caused me to squint my eyes.
When I saw Sebastian standing there engulfed in the warm light of the kitchen, I felt exhausted almost immediately. I sat at the tavolo without making a sound.
"Good evening." that was Sebastian, who's voice, despite the lateness of the hour, had a chipper tone to it. A red and white checkered cloth was placed neatly on the table. I recognized it from a drawer of the cucina I hadn't opened in months. A bowl of steaming la minestra, zuppa dotted with large vegetables was set onto the napkin. The liquid sloshed lazily in the bowl but did not spill. Sebastian took my wrist and placed a shiny spoon in my palm gently. I wanted to protest the act of disgusting generously but resisted to jerk away and waste precious energy.
"My throat hurts." It came out più like a whining sob as I scooped up the yellow-brown broth and hoisted it to my mouth. It felt like lifting heavy cement boxes to the superiore, in alto floor of a building with one hand. Suddenly unable to control the invasion of drowsiness attacking my throbbing brow and yanking my eyelids shut, I slid backward, grazing my skull against the firm chair back. I caught, threw my blurry vision becoming watery, Sebastian leaned over me with pale parted lips as his hair hung and limply concealed his prominent, glowing eyes. He shushed me.
"...doubt it's the plague."
"Hush; don't even mention such things."
"She hasn't a penny to her name, I don't see why the hell not."
"I detto hush! She's waking up."
My eyes strained open. A woman with fiery red hair sat on the edge of the letto with her hand in midair, leaning in, grasping a shiny metal instrument I traced back to her opaquely familiar face. When our eyes met, she gasped and let out a cuore yet relieved laugh and removed the device's plugs from her ears, folding it quickly in her lap.
"You scared me there for a minute, dear."
Thats what it was. She looked almost like... Ciel.
Elizabeth stood absently near the window. Even in profile, she was beautiful.
"Who are you?" The bacheca of my throat felt like it'd been replaced with feathers, but my raspy voice carried through it like chipped shards of broken glass. I felt I had an airway for such a voice the size of a nickel. Only my head poked out from beneath the fluffy sheets, and when I tried to lift an arm out of the mass of suffocating softness, I was rudely reminded of how cold my own house was.
But this was not my house.
"Angelina," the lady interrupted my dreaming. "I'm not a scary, strange woman," she let out another laugh, bending inoltrare, avanti to support her large smile. "I am a doctor. And te most certainly do not have the plague."
"Then what is it?" I asked, unaware I was even burdened with a virus in the first place. I collected my thoughts and continued as the doctor began to pack her supplies back into a leather bag that's black material glistened in the morning sun. "My throat hurts like the dickens."
She reached a pale hand, it's tips decorated with a deep red polish, to my forehead. The coolness caused my eyes to flutter shut for a moment.
"Just a cold." she smiled. Elizabeth, evermore stealthy, piped up,
"You're in Ciel's bed."
Was I?
I looked around drearily. Indeed I was. The closet 5 o so feet from the end of the letto was there. Twin windows on the left. It was all there. I sat up in an abrupt, panicky sweat.
"But I—" The last bit of the sentence was smothered da a cough emanating that of an elderly man. My forehead was smashed against it's front da a mallet. Words attempted to tumble off of the doctor's lips, but there were none to overpower that of my strained choking. "—NO!" Holding but the impended tantrum, I nearly swore. "Bring me back home! This is nonsense! Bloody NONSENSE!"
"Sweetheart, Ciel is staying at my house."
I dug at my eyes. "No, no. I want to go home. I want to—"
"Is everything alright?" A slow voice was muffled behind the door. The doorknob gently turned and Sebastian gently stepped inward.
Elizabeth apathetically glanced at him from the reflection of the window, and Angelina whipped around with her strong palms finding a grip on my shoulders.
"Is our house guest being fussy?" he detto this in such a mocking tone. My head swirled again.
"Sebastian... Elizabeth and I have to depart now." she stood up slowly, agonizingly. She took Elizabeth's gloved hand, maneuvered quickly around the butler, and was gone. Sebastian stared at me from the opposite corner of the room; measured me with his eyes. Then smiled.
"Would te like something to eat?
When I saw Sebastian standing there engulfed in the warm light of the kitchen, I felt exhausted almost immediately. I sat at the tavolo without making a sound.
"Good evening." that was Sebastian, who's voice, despite the lateness of the hour, had a chipper tone to it. A red and white checkered cloth was placed neatly on the table. I recognized it from a drawer of the cucina I hadn't opened in months. A bowl of steaming la minestra, zuppa dotted with large vegetables was set onto the napkin. The liquid sloshed lazily in the bowl but did not spill. Sebastian took my wrist and placed a shiny spoon in my palm gently. I wanted to protest the act of disgusting generously but resisted to jerk away and waste precious energy.
"My throat hurts." It came out più like a whining sob as I scooped up the yellow-brown broth and hoisted it to my mouth. It felt like lifting heavy cement boxes to the superiore, in alto floor of a building with one hand. Suddenly unable to control the invasion of drowsiness attacking my throbbing brow and yanking my eyelids shut, I slid backward, grazing my skull against the firm chair back. I caught, threw my blurry vision becoming watery, Sebastian leaned over me with pale parted lips as his hair hung and limply concealed his prominent, glowing eyes. He shushed me.
"...doubt it's the plague."
"Hush; don't even mention such things."
"She hasn't a penny to her name, I don't see why the hell not."
"I detto hush! She's waking up."
My eyes strained open. A woman with fiery red hair sat on the edge of the letto with her hand in midair, leaning in, grasping a shiny metal instrument I traced back to her opaquely familiar face. When our eyes met, she gasped and let out a cuore yet relieved laugh and removed the device's plugs from her ears, folding it quickly in her lap.
"You scared me there for a minute, dear."
Thats what it was. She looked almost like... Ciel.
Elizabeth stood absently near the window. Even in profile, she was beautiful.
"Who are you?" The bacheca of my throat felt like it'd been replaced with feathers, but my raspy voice carried through it like chipped shards of broken glass. I felt I had an airway for such a voice the size of a nickel. Only my head poked out from beneath the fluffy sheets, and when I tried to lift an arm out of the mass of suffocating softness, I was rudely reminded of how cold my own house was.
But this was not my house.
"Angelina," the lady interrupted my dreaming. "I'm not a scary, strange woman," she let out another laugh, bending inoltrare, avanti to support her large smile. "I am a doctor. And te most certainly do not have the plague."
"Then what is it?" I asked, unaware I was even burdened with a virus in the first place. I collected my thoughts and continued as the doctor began to pack her supplies back into a leather bag that's black material glistened in the morning sun. "My throat hurts like the dickens."
She reached a pale hand, it's tips decorated with a deep red polish, to my forehead. The coolness caused my eyes to flutter shut for a moment.
"Just a cold." she smiled. Elizabeth, evermore stealthy, piped up,
"You're in Ciel's bed."
Was I?
I looked around drearily. Indeed I was. The closet 5 o so feet from the end of the letto was there. Twin windows on the left. It was all there. I sat up in an abrupt, panicky sweat.
"But I—" The last bit of the sentence was smothered da a cough emanating that of an elderly man. My forehead was smashed against it's front da a mallet. Words attempted to tumble off of the doctor's lips, but there were none to overpower that of my strained choking. "—NO!" Holding but the impended tantrum, I nearly swore. "Bring me back home! This is nonsense! Bloody NONSENSE!"
"Sweetheart, Ciel is staying at my house."
I dug at my eyes. "No, no. I want to go home. I want to—"
"Is everything alright?" A slow voice was muffled behind the door. The doorknob gently turned and Sebastian gently stepped inward.
Elizabeth apathetically glanced at him from the reflection of the window, and Angelina whipped around with her strong palms finding a grip on my shoulders.
"Is our house guest being fussy?" he detto this in such a mocking tone. My head swirled again.
"Sebastian... Elizabeth and I have to depart now." she stood up slowly, agonizingly. She took Elizabeth's gloved hand, maneuvered quickly around the butler, and was gone. Sebastian stared at me from the opposite corner of the room; measured me with his eyes. Then smiled.
"Would te like something to eat?
The english lyrics to the secondo opening for the OVA's of Ranma 1/2: link da DoCo.
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You may touch me in dreams but they don't stay.
(Today te don't have much to say.)
How am I gonna face the light of day?
(What have I done now?)
Things completely unspoken,
thinking it's for the best,
Then I look into your eyes,
and it gets tight in my chest,
Hear the river tells of our goodbye.
(It's late and they all wait for me!)
Sayonara whispers on the breeze.
(I'll get in trouble!)
Let me know what in your heart,
that a good place to start.
All I need is a small song,
and I give my cuore to you.
te and me have still got,
so much we need to say!
Friendship's not enough,
Why can't we seize the day?
Dontcha' know I got no idea
from this point on?
So far to go
until we both agree,
te and me.
--
You may touch me in dreams but they don't stay.
(Today te don't have much to say.)
How am I gonna face the light of day?
(What have I done now?)
Things completely unspoken,
thinking it's for the best,
Then I look into your eyes,
and it gets tight in my chest,
Hear the river tells of our goodbye.
(It's late and they all wait for me!)
Sayonara whispers on the breeze.
(I'll get in trouble!)
Let me know what in your heart,
that a good place to start.
All I need is a small song,
and I give my cuore to you.
te and me have still got,
so much we need to say!
Friendship's not enough,
Why can't we seize the day?
Dontcha' know I got no idea
from this point on?
So far to go
until we both agree,
te and me.
The english lyrics to the secondo OVA ending for Ranma 1/2: link da DoCo.
--
Shampoo:
Up in blue sky silly blimp go by,
where it come from where it going,
ziggy-zaggy it fly high!
Today is Sunday,
past one-thirty,
why te no come by?
Maybe te late but I no can wait...
Now I cry...
Kasumi:
Pretty red bricks,
bridge that spans the tide.
Draw the picture see the face
of the one I want da my side!
There te are all dressed in black
but I can't see your eyes.
Can it be your dressed that way for me?
Why are te so shy?
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
Ranko:
This pager's drivin' me crazy!
Just so! te know!
If some dark stranger asked me I might go...
And so...
Don't blame me when your lonely!
We're sailing out to see the ship and me.
Lalala, lala, lala, lalalaa~!
Lalala, lala-la-la-la-la-la, laa~!
Repeat x3.
--
Shampoo:
Up in blue sky silly blimp go by,
where it come from where it going,
ziggy-zaggy it fly high!
Today is Sunday,
past one-thirty,
why te no come by?
Maybe te late but I no can wait...
Now I cry...
Kasumi:
Pretty red bricks,
bridge that spans the tide.
Draw the picture see the face
of the one I want da my side!
There te are all dressed in black
but I can't see your eyes.
Can it be your dressed that way for me?
Why are te so shy?
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
Ranko:
This pager's drivin' me crazy!
Just so! te know!
If some dark stranger asked me I might go...
And so...
Don't blame me when your lonely!
We're sailing out to see the ship and me.
Lalala, lala, lala, lalalaa~!
Lalala, lala-la-la-la-la-la, laa~!
Repeat x3.
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My cuore is ready to beat,
I can feel the wind underneath my feet.
I'm gonna jump over the moon,
Hands in the air waving up
like a balloon!
I'm free as a bird,
Lost in the stars
and waving down to earth.
Don't know where I'm gonna land,
but te gotta wobble before te stand!
I'm soaring~!
All alone and on my own,
I'm soaring~!
And I know my cuore will lead me home.
Just look in my eyes,
can't te see I'm not the same today?
I can see farther now.
I stepped up, and I'm making
my own way!
Don't know where I'm gonna land,
but te gotta wobble before te stand!
I'm soaring~!
All alone and on my own,
I'm soaring~!
And I know my cuore will lead me home.
--
My cuore is ready to beat,
I can feel the wind underneath my feet.
I'm gonna jump over the moon,
Hands in the air waving up
like a balloon!
I'm free as a bird,
Lost in the stars
and waving down to earth.
Don't know where I'm gonna land,
but te gotta wobble before te stand!
I'm soaring~!
All alone and on my own,
I'm soaring~!
And I know my cuore will lead me home.
Just look in my eyes,
can't te see I'm not the same today?
I can see farther now.
I stepped up, and I'm making
my own way!
Don't know where I'm gonna land,
but te gotta wobble before te stand!
I'm soaring~!
All alone and on my own,
I'm soaring~!
And I know my cuore will lead me home.
Yappa paa yappa paa, don't know what to do
My cuore is not a game-Its mah-jong to you
Yappa paa Yappa paa, feel just like a shrew
Who needs boys?
Don't te dare
make me wild like you
Before you, boys got on their knees
Ranma, Ranma, its me te always tease
Since the giorno I ran into you
Ranma, Ranma te
ha rubato, stola my cuore and you
don't te dare go and
make me wild like you
Somebody tell me why it's so hard
To say those three words: "I Amore You"
If I let myself give into you
I'll become just as...
wild as you
Before te come in like a breeze
Won't te stop and ring the bell, please?
Before te make my cuore a home
Why not let me Amore te on my own?
I'd be better off without you
But just tonight, it's alright
Until tomorrow, all right
Everytime your eyes turn to me
Ranma, Ranma,
te make me feel dizzy
Someday we may be più than friends
Ranma, Ranma you've
gone and though it's true
Can't te see that you've
made me wild like you?
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My cuore is not a game-Its mah-jong to you
Yappa paa Yappa paa, feel just like a shrew
Who needs boys?
Don't te dare
make me wild like you
Before you, boys got on their knees
Ranma, Ranma, its me te always tease
Since the giorno I ran into you
Ranma, Ranma te
ha rubato, stola my cuore and you
don't te dare go and
make me wild like you
Somebody tell me why it's so hard
To say those three words: "I Amore You"
If I let myself give into you
I'll become just as...
wild as you
Before te come in like a breeze
Won't te stop and ring the bell, please?
Before te make my cuore a home
Why not let me Amore te on my own?
I'd be better off without you
But just tonight, it's alright
Until tomorrow, all right
Everytime your eyes turn to me
Ranma, Ranma,
te make me feel dizzy
Someday we may be più than friends
Ranma, Ranma you've
gone and though it's true
Can't te see that you've
made me wild like you?
<3333