Lol this is for the anime parody song challenge!Whoot. Enjoy, I think I captured Sasuke pretty well here ;)
Original:Paparazzi by Lady Gaga (couldn't help myself)(By the way, I took the liberty of making up a word: disasterful)
I am not proud
I'm c-coming out
got my target on you
with that memory of you
it's so terrible
we'd be so disasterful
Jutsu and frowns
Leaf Village villan
not sure what it means
but this memory of us
it's what I despise
ready for those flashing eyes
cause you know Itachi I
I'm your little bro
I'll follow you until you fight me
Sasa-Sasa-Sasuke
brother theres no other cool mission
you know that I'll take
Sasa-Sasa-Sasuke
Promise I'll be strong
but I won't stop until vengeance is done
brother you'll be wanted
hunt you down until you fight me
Sasa-Sasa-Sasuke
I'll be distressed
find strength on my own
deadly chakra and snakes
yeah cause you'll know
I'm waiting for that moment
assassin and reunion
Reason is burnt
anger dance and return
my lashes are dry
purple teardrops I cry
for my family's lives
killing you is cherry pie
cause you know Itachi I
I'm your little bro
I'll follow you until you fight me
Sasa-Sasa-Sasuke
brother there's no other cool mission
you know that I'll take
Sasa-Sasa-Sasuke
Promise I'll be strong
but I won't stop until vengeance is done
brother you'll be wanted
hunt you down until you fight me
Sasa-Sasa-Sasuke
Real good
(We train in the leaf dojo)
Snap snapped
(Sanity, you know you know)
Don't stop for Sakura
I'm a traitor but I'll still have fun!
Im your little bro
I'll follow you until you fight me
Sasa-Sasa-Sasuke
brother there's no other cool mission
you know that I'll take
Sasa-Sasa-Sasuke
Promise I'll be strong
but I won't stop until vengeance is done
brother you'll be wanted
hunt you down until you fight me
Sasa-Sasa-Sasuke
You know that song, Jillian by Within Temptation? Well, this short story is based off of it! XD
It is for the challenge : The story of a song.
A very cool idea, so I had to accept!
Enjoy the sad story T_T
~Wall-iE
JILLIAN
I do not age. I am trapped inside of my own image, the prison where I am confined, condemned to an endless undeath. To endless guilt. My soul finds no refuge. The gate to the beyond is barred to me, an impossibility in the shadow of crimes I unknowingly committed against my own twin. Jillian. In life, I had thought her a traitor, and I was cruel to her, unforgiving. I sentenced her to a life of exile, expelling her from my kingdom, the royal city of Falvakyri where we grew up as princesses together. She said nothing in her defense. With a single tear she did as I commanded, leaving, never to return again. I was wrong. I passed judgment where the crime was that of my own adviser, Sir Roland. Unbeknownst to me then, he was a knight fully unworthy of his status, he mocked honor, he spat upon the foundation of love and life and he tricked me into distrusting everyone, even my own kin. Foolish and afraid, I loved this man. Nay, I loved the man I thought he was, but he had all of us under his spell of charm. His deception and spite was shrouded in the aura of concern he emitted for me as my sister took up training in the ancient magic. When Sir Roland told that Jillian worked her magic against me, winning the favor of the nobility through bewitchment and vying to steal my title as queen I was furious! Rational thought was only a suggestion. My insecurities became manifest as I responded without reserve, scorning my flesh and blood, my mirror image, my loving sister… as a witch and abandoning her to a life of pain.
Dreams as light as air that we shared as children, when we thought we would live forever, and always be together, haunt me now, as thick as the darkness I cannot escape. Lifeless and mournful as a ghost, I do not sleep. I do not live. The places that I haunt, wandering as she must have wandered, friendless in a world that had rejected her, is as distant to me as a dream. The painful walking is numbed by my conscience. I am surprised that I can walk, through a fog that clouds my eyes, misty like tears, and in the ever presence of my guilt, and the bonds that chain me to it.
My existence, however ethereal, means nothing to me! I would trade my heart and my soul to bring her back to me. If we could fade from this world together in peace, that would be a release from this misery. To be forgiven by her—But too selfish is that hope. Simply to find her wandering soul once again, and stop that final tear from falling, is my only wish.
I travel onward. Eating without tasting, sleeping without stopping for rest, a mere imitation of life I am a ragged specter on the horizon, refusing to pass on, or perhaps simply unable to do so. I feel something very tangible chaining me to this plane of existence, as though skeletal hands have me pinned to the lace that covers the path of my sister. The lace is her evanescent presence leading me forward. I do not look back but to reflect in memory.
I remember with a pang in my heart, similar to the one that I felt after Sir Roland disappeared. I assumed he was in meditation, preparing for the ride out to the eastern border. The Minotaur nation was massing an invasion and he would need his strength for the journey. A week passed, and I sought him out. The last reports of him were that he was seen in the castle’s tallest tower, the library, staring as if in a trance to the East. I ran to the tower, finding a note…A note written in blood. Though there was no body left behind, I feared for my advisor, my lover’s, life.
The librarian reported with a shaking voice that the note was a curse, one that my sister had undoubtedly crafted to hold Sir Roland under a trance. And so it was too late. If he had fallen from the window, he would have plummeted to the moat below, and suffered a horrific death. How could she have done such a thing!? Whatever happened to the girl she once was? The girl I called sister? I blamed the magic for tainting our bond, and I wept for him as the seasons passed me by...
When he appeared all those years later, very much alive, smiling like a murderer I realized the truth. A knife to my throat, a dagger to my heart, and I was plunged into a barrier that stung me like poison. I wished it was poison. I would drink to my empty heart’s content, filling it up to drown that vast volume that he carved there. I looked behind, felt myself drifting for the first time. I was somewhere between the edge of sanity and the edge of reality, awakening to a nightmare that I realized was the life I left behind.
Sir Roland, now king and usurper. My people, now the subjugated. The minotaurs, police the streets, frightening the children whose faces I could not bear to look upon. Their innocence was something strong, they seemed to repel myself as a magnet rejects itself. Though a ghost, they could sense me, as I could sense the terribly lonely soul of my sister, and they shunned me on an unconscious level, giving me the charity of their pity.
I finally realized then, the true treachery. He whom I had mourned for, had taken my life, and altered the life of my sister. His disgraceful sorcery, not hers, was responsible for my downfall. By removing her, through my command, he was able to dispose of the one magician in training who could have matched his own level of magic, given time. She paid for his crime.
Dust. That was what surrounded me. Dust from the ground, like crumbling fortifications of the soul. The very foundations of courage cracked into a division. A ravine of tears that flowed to the very heart of everything. One moment it is winter, and the next it is summer. The blazing sun on my frozen skin is a curse in itself, but I welcome the pain as penance. Grace me with the edge of a thousand daggers, a thousand rays of violent sun. I welcome every one.
Roland’s kingdom, in time fell. It rose through the renaissance, bringing a revolution of science and thought. Magic was forgotten. It knew a time of peace, a golden age of wisdom, sins of the past forgiven. But I still do not forgive myself.
I thought that love was the meaning of life. Foolishly, I sought it out, and just when I thought I had found it, I betrayed the closest person to me. The closest love I tossed aside, as easily as if it had never existed. Years of developing dreams with her… To fly, to build a secret castle in the trees, to see the ocean, oh the deep blue that bards spun songs about. That body of water cradling the world in its arms. I was sure I would find her there! Another lap around the world, and I still only see salty air. If those were her tears that she shed after she was gone from my sight, I would not be surprised. I could feel an all permeating sadness around me that I longed to console. Like she once was here. In the silence I whisper, praying that she hears:
“We won't be together for ever and ever, no more tears. I'll always be here until the end...”
This is my riddle for the riddle challenge.
I assure you my riddle is original,
I wrote it just a moment ago. Maybe it's not so hard to figure out, but at least I get points for creativity!!!!
~Wall-iE
I dart along the rim of consciousness
I am you
twisting along a crisis of independence
to your mind I’m evanescent--
one moment so clear
like a lover,
long hours so near…
…I encourage your ambivalence.
Take a look at the mirror,
this side of another life time,
I come in every length and color
I haunt you while you slumber
but I am shaken by the thunder…
… A trap
like glue!
So you’re not me,
I’m just you.
I am a release
like new
a contradiction
a medicine
an illness
a wellness
you’ll only forget me when you quit
I’ll only be embraced
as much as you open up to me.
Some keep their eyes open
to rebel against my lure
because I lurk in the dark
whispering to the victim
my sweet or sour lies.
Some close their eyes
to trap me instead
as if they could!
As if they could see through my disguise!
Can you?
I’ll give you a hint:
You can only see me
without using your eyes.
