Translation
Fanfic: Once More, With Feeling
Subtitle: …denn er kam noch toter aus dem Grab
Chapter: Crawl out of your grave
title
Once more, with feeling
Subtitle
... because he came out of the grave even more dead
Theme melody
Sacrifice (+ alternative version) by Christophe Beck
author
Hikari Cross / Hikari_Hikaru7
fandom
Naruto
genre / warnings
Drama, Shonen-Ai, Lemon? / Lime, poem / poetry / lyric poetry, songfic
Pairing
Madara x Itachi, Shisui x Itachi, maybe a bit of Itachi x Sasuke
Age recommendation
P18 slash
Brief description / content
He calls for him to go through the flames - and it makes no difference whether he dies in the process.
So he's going to walk through the fire - what else should he be doing?
After all, life is a show, a song. Everyone just plays their part and sings their song. But every line can make things a lot worse.
Still his friends don't know what's wrong with him, why he ignores the millions of things he should sing and dance for ... all the joys in life, family, friends, even knowing when life ends .. .
But that depends on whether you are let go at all, whether they understand that it is over when you bow and leave the stage ...
(modified form from: www.sf-radio.net)
dedication
-
disclaimer
Naruto is the creation of Masashi Kishimoto.
Accordingly, it belongs to him and to everyone to whom he has sold some of the rights (which I do not count).
I don't earn anything with this.
The lyrics, quotes etc. used do not belong to me either.
comment
I'll save for the last word.
Punctuation marks etc. are normal.
xxxXXXxxxXXXxxx for change of location or scene
Crawl out of your grave
He felt it.
Happiness, joy and many other things.
He felt it very clearly.
He was loved
And didn't even know what it was like.
Why? Why he?
He didn't deserve it!
Everything here was so ... strangely clear.
There was nothing, not even him.
But he was "he"
Arrived
Accepted
Happy
Loved
xxxXXXxxxXXXxxx
"... let him cross the line!"
xxxXXXxxxXXXxxx
What was that?
Very clear. Everything blurred, he couldn't feel anything anymore, nothing at all.
A gate opened behind him.
eyes
All over. Hundreds, no thousands.
Hand-like structures reached for him.
He didn't want to leave
But he had to.
And he feels ...
... flesh, his flesh, as if it were being torn from his bones.
It renewed itself. Piece by piece.
… eyes, his eyes, as if they were being burned.
They renewed themselves. Piece by piece.
... nothing
"No, please not!"
He gasped frantically.
Again and again.
It sounded so hoarse, different.
Strange.
Not after him.
Where was he?
It was so dark and stuffy, he was getting almost no oxygen.
His hands automatically searched the area in a panic.Walls everywhere, he could barely move.
It was sotight…. and soft
He tried to scream, but nothing but a frantic gasp came out of his throat
Yes, it was soft ... what was it? Any material maybe?
He did not know.
He only knew one thing:
No matter where he was, he had to go.
blows with the flat hands
Hands that he knew, nobelievedwere his, scratched over him
Fabric that was over him.
And he thought he heard that the fabric tore under his fingers and released something similar to cotton wool.
He quickly eliminated it.
wood
Wood came out.
His fingers slid fidently, his hands over them.
Struggled against it ... he had to go and he wanted to go
A short breath
before clenching your hand into a fist and slamming it ...
There was a crack.
Just a few more times ...
Again and again, hits against the wood and tears at the fabric.
Until your fist broke through the wood and created an opening.
Again and again
And deep breaths were repeated over and over again
What was that?
It fell towards Him.
Something solid and slightly damp.
earth?
Always more. He had no time.
With my hands buried in the ground hoping to hold them back
he forced himself through the opening.
xxxXXXxxxXXXxxx
It was a quiet night. You couldn't hear anything.
A peaceful landscape, some forest, a few rocks.
An inscribed stone
Almost nothing special.
But the grass in front of the stone changed.
A bump formed.
[i]Until one
hand
It was seen as if she were
wanted to reach into the sky.
A second was added. Both buried themselves in the grass, looked for a stop and when they found it
A violent jolt went through them.
Until a head, gasping for air, protruded from the earth ...
Once more, with feeling
Subtitle
... because he came out of the grave even more dead
Theme melody
Sacrifice (+ alternative version) by Christophe Beck
author
Hikari Cross / Hikari_Hikaru7
fandom
Naruto
genre / warnings
Drama, Shonen-Ai, Lemon? / Lime, poem / poetry / lyric poetry, songfic
Pairing
Madara x Itachi, Shisui x Itachi, maybe a bit of Itachi x Sasuke
Age recommendation
P18 slash
Brief description / content
He calls for him to go through the flames - and it makes no difference whether he dies in the process.
So he's going to walk through the fire - what else should he be doing?
After all, life is a show, a song. Everyone just plays their part and sings their song. But every line can make things a lot worse.
Still his friends don't know what's wrong with him, why he ignores the millions of things he should sing and dance for ... all the joys in life, family, friends, even knowing when life ends .. .
But that depends on whether you are let go at all, whether they understand that it is over when you bow and leave the stage ...
(modified form from: www.sf-radio.net)
dedication
-
disclaimer
Naruto is the creation of Masashi Kishimoto.
Accordingly, it belongs to him and to everyone to whom he has sold some of the rights (which I do not count).
I don't earn anything with this.
The lyrics, quotes etc. used do not belong to me either.
comment
I'll save for the last word.
Punctuation marks etc. are normal.
xxxXXXxxxXXXxxx for change of location or scene
Crawl out of your grave
He felt it.
Happiness, joy and many other things.
He felt it very clearly.
He was loved
And didn't even know what it was like.
Why? Why he?
He didn't deserve it!
Everything here was so ... strangely clear.
There was nothing, not even him.
But he was "he"
Arrived
Accepted
Happy
Loved
xxxXXXxxxXXXxxx
"... let him cross the line!"
xxxXXXxxxXXXxxx
What was that?
Very clear. Everything blurred, he couldn't feel anything anymore, nothing at all.
A gate opened behind him.
eyes
All over. Hundreds, no thousands.
Hand-like structures reached for him.
He didn't want to leave
But he had to.
And he feels ...
... flesh, his flesh, as if it were being torn from his bones.
It renewed itself. Piece by piece.
… eyes, his eyes, as if they were being burned.
They renewed themselves. Piece by piece.
... nothing
"No, please not!"
He gasped frantically.
Again and again.
It sounded so hoarse, different.
Strange.
Not after him.
Where was he?
It was so dark and stuffy, he was getting almost no oxygen.
His hands automatically searched the area in a panic.Walls everywhere, he could barely move.
It was sotight…. and soft
He tried to scream, but nothing but a frantic gasp came out of his throat
Yes, it was soft ... what was it? Any material maybe?
He did not know.
He only knew one thing:
No matter where he was, he had to go.
blows with the flat hands
Hands that he knew, nobelievedwere his, scratched over him
Fabric that was over him.
And he thought he heard that the fabric tore under his fingers and released something similar to cotton wool.
He quickly eliminated it.
wood
Wood came out.
His fingers slid fidently, his hands over them.
Struggled against it ... he had to go and he wanted to go
A short breath
before clenching your hand into a fist and slamming it ...
There was a crack.
Just a few more times ...
Again and again, hits against the wood and tears at the fabric.
Until your fist broke through the wood and created an opening.
Again and again
And deep breaths were repeated over and over again
What was that?
It fell towards Him.
Something solid and slightly damp.
earth?
Always more. He had no time.
With my hands buried in the ground hoping to hold them back
he forced himself through the opening.
xxxXXXxxxXXXxxx
It was a quiet night. You couldn't hear anything.
A peaceful landscape, some forest, a few rocks.
An inscribed stone
Almost nothing special.
But the grass in front of the stone changed.
A bump formed.
[i]Until one
hand
It was seen as if she were
wanted to reach into the sky.
A second was added. Both buried themselves in the grass, looked for a stop and when they found it
A violent jolt went through them.
Until a head, gasping for air, protruded from the earth ...