Takeshi and my weird linguistic experiment
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misanagiI finished two more drabbles. I'll write the rest soon.
And big hug to Anne for being great and beta reading this for me really quickly. *hugs* thanks!
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hexadecimal00:
The Power of R
Fandom: Initial D
Rating: G
Word count: 394
My first attempt at writing Initial D. Hope you like it.
Takeshi looked at the course in front of him. The moon was full and it allowed him good visibility. He knew the road; he had been driving in Myougin since he had gotten his license and for him, the course had a certain familiarity that made him always feel at home. Whenever he sat behind the wheel of his car and speeded up the hill, everything else was forgotten; it was only him and the road.
Tonight, however, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Maybe that was the reason why he was leaning on the car, breathing the cold air of the night, and looking at the course. He had been there for a while and he was still trying to get the nerve to get inside the car. It was late, almost three in the morning. All of the usual drivers had gone home and he was the only one, standing in the lonely road and waiting for something. He just wished that he knew what he was waiting for.
It was stupid; letting his insecurities get the better of him like that. He needed to remember that he had already conquered the mountain pass, having been the master, the pride of his team and an unbeatable opponent... until he lost. Losing on his home course wasn't something a road racer took lightly and, for Takeshi, it had been a hard blow.
That had been the last time that he had driven in Myougin's pass. Since then, he had been waiting patiently. Today his waiting was over and it was time to face his fears. Takeshi took a deep breath, got inside his car and turned on the engine.
His left hand was placed on the gear stick, and his right foot pressed on the gas while the left one was still pushing the clutch. Takeshi waited a moment, hearing the car's sound and feeling its vibrations, trying to get familiar with the new vehicle. Finally, he took his foot off the clutch and the car sped down the road.
After he tackled the first corner, Takeshi smiled. He felt confident again, not only with his skills but also with the power of his car. His smile eventually turned into laughter and when he finally arrived at the top, he couldn't help but shout to the silent night: "Bow down to my R!"
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Forkanime1776:
Ok this is a weird attempt at trying something different. Since Marirose asked for a fic with a line in Spanish, and said that she didn't care if I wrote it in Spanish or English, I wrote it in both languages. Here is the catch... if you want to understand it, you'll have to read both versions... Just look at the instructions. ^___^
Hiding in plain view - Escondiéndose en plena vista
Fandom: GW
Pairing: 5xR
Rating: PG
Word count: English: 809 – Spanish: 795
Wufei's POV
Instructions: This story has two reading levels and the second one is written in Spanish. You will still be able to read it if you only read it in English but you will understand it better if you read the Spanish version.
So, how does this work?
You first read the story as it is written in English and then go and look at the Spanish version. What was written in Spanish in the first one is in English in the second and vice versa. Have fun.
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English Version
I walked to her office, noticing that the door was open and that she was sitting behind her desk, glaring at the vid phone. She was speaking in a foreign language; delivering the words slowly and stumbling sometimes with the tricky ones. However, she seemed to be as confident as ever, and her tone was polite yet superior. It was the tone she used when she wanted something to be done her way, and I have yet to see a single person who can resist it.
She lifted her eyes from the vid for a moment. The annoyed expression told me that the call was going to take a while and, that if it was up to her, it would had ended an hour ago. I didn't mind waiting so I took a seat in front of the large mahogany desk and distracted myself by looking at her. It was always an interesting activity.
She sighed and returned her eyes to the vid. "Ya no hay nada más que discutir. Aunque tu ayuda es apreciada, creo que soy bastante capaz de tomar mis propias decisiones."
I couldn't understand her but the meaning of her words was clearly expressed by her body language and in her tone of voice. Relena was tired of the discussion.
A small chuckle sounded on the other end of line. "Querida, tu y yo sabemos que eso no es cierto. No trates de excusar tu falta de percepción en tu vida personal detrás de tus habilidades políticas. Son dos niveles completamente diferentes." It was a woman's voice and she was speaking faster than Relena. The tone was amused and condescending. I might have been completely oblivious of what they were talking about but I had the suspicion that this wasn't a business conversation as I had first thought. The idea of intruding into Relena's privacy made me uncomfortable. I was about to excuse myself and leave the room when she looked at me, clearly noticing my intentions.
"Please, don't go," she said, in a soft voice. And I could do nothing but stay.
"Que ingenuo de mi parte. No había notado que él estaba ahí."
Relena returned her attention to the vid when she heard the voice. I could see her cheeks getting a little pink. She was embarrassed.
"¡No es de tu incumbencia!" When Relena raised her voice, I was sure that the person on the other line had to be a friend. Relena never let other people get on her nerves. She had an uncanny ability to be in control, but when she was in the company of friends, she let her political mask drop and was free to be herself. I was lucky to be able to see that part of her. Relena was vivacious, kind, intelligent, respectful, beautiful and strong. She carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, facing responsibilities a person as young as herself shouldn't have to. However, she always faced them with a smile on her face.
"Dime la verdad, Relena. Dime que lo estás mirándolo de reojo. ¿Olvidas que te conozco y puedo leer cada una de tus expresiones? Escuchas mi voz pero estás ocupada admirando su rostro y su cuerpo. Lo deseas y lo sabes." There was something sensual in the other woman's voice. Her words sounded like whispers and I felt that she was encouraging Relena to do something.
Relena was biting softly on her bottom lip; something I had never seen her do before. Her breathing was shallow, but it was faster than it had been a few moments ago. "¿…Y tu punto es? Sabes bien que sin importar lo que yo crea, este no es el momento apropiado." There was something broken in her voice. Her eyes were downcast and her lips were pressed into a thin line.
Without even knowing when, I stood up from my chair. The sad expression on her face wasn't something I never wanted to see again. Relena deserved to smile, and I was going to make her smile again.
Ignoring the vid completely, I walked towards her. She noticed that I was beside her when I brushed the locks from her face, and the tips of my fingers touched her cheek.
She wasn't crying but she was about to. I didn't know what to say, I didn't even know why she was so sad, so I only smiled at her and caressed her face with the back of my hand.
The next moment, her lips were on mine. Her kiss was shy and sweet, and I returned it without even thinking.
When we broke the kiss, she was smiling.
I noticed the vid screen going black, but not before I was able to see the content smirk of the person on the other end of the line.
Dorothy had a lot of explaining to do.
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Versión en Español
Caminé a su oficina, notando que la puerta estaba abierta y que ella estaba sentada detrás de su escritorio, mirando con desdeño al videófono. Estaba hablando en un idioma extranjero; diciendo las palabras lentamente y atrancándose de vez en cuando con las complicadas. Sin embargo, ella parecía estar tan segura como siempre, y su tono era cortés pero superior. Era el tono que usaba cuando quería que algo fuera hecho a su manera, y yo todavía no he encontrado una sola persona que lo resista.
Ella levantó un momento los ojos del videófono. La expresión de fastidio me dijo que la llamada iba a tomar algo de tiempo y que, si fuera por ella, habría acabado hace más de una hora. No me molestaba esperar así que me senté en frente del gran escritorio de caoba y me distraje mirándola. Esa era siempre una actividad interesante.
Suspiró y retornó sus ojos a la pantalla. "There is nothing else to discuss. Even though your help is appreciated, I think I'm capable enough of making my own decisions."
Yo no podía entenderla pero el significado de sus palabras era expresado claramente en su lenguaje corporal y en el tono de su voz. Relena estaba cansada de la discusión.
Una risita sofocada sonó al otro lado de la línea. "Darling, you and I know that that's not true. Don't try to hide your lack of perception in your personal life behind your political skills. They are on two completely different levels." El tono era divertido y condescendiente. Yo podía ignorar completamente lo que ellas estaban hablando, pero tenia la sospecha de que esta no era una conversación de negocios, como había pensado al comienzo. La idea de entrometerme en la vida privada de Relena, me hizo sentir incómodo. Estaba a punto de excusarme y salir de la habitación cuando ella me miro, notando claramente mis intenciones.
"Por favor, no te vayas," dijo, en una voz suave. Y yo no puede hacer más que quedarme.
"How naive on my part. I hadn't noticed that he was there."
Relena retornó su atención a la pantalla cuando oyó la voz. Pude ver sus mejillas tornándose un poco rosa. Estaba avergonzada.
"It's none of your business!" Cuando Relena levantó la voz, estaba seguro que la persona al otro lado de la línea tenía que ser una amiga. Relena nunca dejaba que otras personas la pusieran nerviosa. Tenía la peculiar habilidad de mantenerse en control, pero cuando estaba en compañía de amigos, dejaba caer su máscara política y era libre de ser ella misma. Yo era afortunado de poder ver esa parte de ella. Relena era vivaz, amable, inteligente, respetuosa, hermosa y fuerte. Llevaba el peso del mundo en sus hombros, enfrentando responsabilidades que una persona tan joven como ella no debería. Sin embargo, ella siempre las enfrentaba con una sonrisa en su rostro.
"Tell me the truth, Relena. Tell me that you are looking at him out of the corner of your eye. Did you forget that I know you and that I can read every one of your expressions? You hear my voice but you are busy admiring his face and body. You want him and you know it." Había algo sensual en la voz de la otra mujer. Sus palabras sonaban como susurros y sentí como si ella estuviera incitando a Relena a hacer algo.
Relena estaba mordiendo suavemente su labio inferior; algo que yo nunca antes la había visto hacer. Su respiración era suave pero más rápida de lo que había estado hace algunos momentos. "...And your point is? You know that no matter what I think, this is not the right moment." Había algo entrecortado en su voz. Su mirada estaba baja y sus labios estaban presionados en una línea delgada.
Sin saber siquiera cuándo, me incorporé de mi silla. La expresión triste en su rostro era algo que jamás quería volver a ver. Relena se merecía sonreír, y yo la iba a hacer sonreír de nuevo.
Ignorando el videófono completamente, caminé hacia ella. Notó que estaba a su lado cuando retiré los mechones de su rostro, y las puntas de mis dedos tocaron su mejilla.
Ella no estaba llorando, pero estaba a punto de hacerlo. Yo no sabía que decir, ni siquiera sabía de porque ella estaba tan triste, así que sólo le sonreí y acaricié su rostro con el dorso de mi mano.
Al momento siguiente, sus labios estaban sobre los míos. Su beso fue tímido y dulce, y yo lo devolví sin siquiera pensarlo.
Cuando rompimos el beso, ella estaba sonriendo.
Me di cuenta de la pantalla del videófono tronándose negra, pero no antes de ver la contenta sonrisa de satisfacción de la persona al otro lado de la línea.
Dorothy tenía mucho que explicar.
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And that was my first GW fic that didn't featured Quatre. I guess I need to write more Quatre centric stuff now. Not that I'm obsessed or anything...
And big hug to Anne for being great and beta reading this for me really quickly. *hugs* thanks!
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For
hexadecimal00:The Power of R
Fandom: Initial D
Rating: G
Word count: 394
My first attempt at writing Initial D. Hope you like it.
Takeshi looked at the course in front of him. The moon was full and it allowed him good visibility. He knew the road; he had been driving in Myougin since he had gotten his license and for him, the course had a certain familiarity that made him always feel at home. Whenever he sat behind the wheel of his car and speeded up the hill, everything else was forgotten; it was only him and the road.
Tonight, however, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Maybe that was the reason why he was leaning on the car, breathing the cold air of the night, and looking at the course. He had been there for a while and he was still trying to get the nerve to get inside the car. It was late, almost three in the morning. All of the usual drivers had gone home and he was the only one, standing in the lonely road and waiting for something. He just wished that he knew what he was waiting for.
It was stupid; letting his insecurities get the better of him like that. He needed to remember that he had already conquered the mountain pass, having been the master, the pride of his team and an unbeatable opponent... until he lost. Losing on his home course wasn't something a road racer took lightly and, for Takeshi, it had been a hard blow.
That had been the last time that he had driven in Myougin's pass. Since then, he had been waiting patiently. Today his waiting was over and it was time to face his fears. Takeshi took a deep breath, got inside his car and turned on the engine.
His left hand was placed on the gear stick, and his right foot pressed on the gas while the left one was still pushing the clutch. Takeshi waited a moment, hearing the car's sound and feeling its vibrations, trying to get familiar with the new vehicle. Finally, he took his foot off the clutch and the car sped down the road.
After he tackled the first corner, Takeshi smiled. He felt confident again, not only with his skills but also with the power of his car. His smile eventually turned into laughter and when he finally arrived at the top, he couldn't help but shout to the silent night: "Bow down to my R!"
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For
kanime1776:Ok this is a weird attempt at trying something different. Since Marirose asked for a fic with a line in Spanish, and said that she didn't care if I wrote it in Spanish or English, I wrote it in both languages. Here is the catch... if you want to understand it, you'll have to read both versions... Just look at the instructions. ^___^
Hiding in plain view - Escondiéndose en plena vista
Fandom: GW
Pairing: 5xR
Rating: PG
Word count: English: 809 – Spanish: 795
Wufei's POV
Instructions: This story has two reading levels and the second one is written in Spanish. You will still be able to read it if you only read it in English but you will understand it better if you read the Spanish version.
So, how does this work?
You first read the story as it is written in English and then go and look at the Spanish version. What was written in Spanish in the first one is in English in the second and vice versa. Have fun.
___________
English Version
I walked to her office, noticing that the door was open and that she was sitting behind her desk, glaring at the vid phone. She was speaking in a foreign language; delivering the words slowly and stumbling sometimes with the tricky ones. However, she seemed to be as confident as ever, and her tone was polite yet superior. It was the tone she used when she wanted something to be done her way, and I have yet to see a single person who can resist it.
She lifted her eyes from the vid for a moment. The annoyed expression told me that the call was going to take a while and, that if it was up to her, it would had ended an hour ago. I didn't mind waiting so I took a seat in front of the large mahogany desk and distracted myself by looking at her. It was always an interesting activity.
She sighed and returned her eyes to the vid. "Ya no hay nada más que discutir. Aunque tu ayuda es apreciada, creo que soy bastante capaz de tomar mis propias decisiones."
I couldn't understand her but the meaning of her words was clearly expressed by her body language and in her tone of voice. Relena was tired of the discussion.
A small chuckle sounded on the other end of line. "Querida, tu y yo sabemos que eso no es cierto. No trates de excusar tu falta de percepción en tu vida personal detrás de tus habilidades políticas. Son dos niveles completamente diferentes." It was a woman's voice and she was speaking faster than Relena. The tone was amused and condescending. I might have been completely oblivious of what they were talking about but I had the suspicion that this wasn't a business conversation as I had first thought. The idea of intruding into Relena's privacy made me uncomfortable. I was about to excuse myself and leave the room when she looked at me, clearly noticing my intentions.
"Please, don't go," she said, in a soft voice. And I could do nothing but stay.
"Que ingenuo de mi parte. No había notado que él estaba ahí."
Relena returned her attention to the vid when she heard the voice. I could see her cheeks getting a little pink. She was embarrassed.
"¡No es de tu incumbencia!" When Relena raised her voice, I was sure that the person on the other line had to be a friend. Relena never let other people get on her nerves. She had an uncanny ability to be in control, but when she was in the company of friends, she let her political mask drop and was free to be herself. I was lucky to be able to see that part of her. Relena was vivacious, kind, intelligent, respectful, beautiful and strong. She carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, facing responsibilities a person as young as herself shouldn't have to. However, she always faced them with a smile on her face.
"Dime la verdad, Relena. Dime que lo estás mirándolo de reojo. ¿Olvidas que te conozco y puedo leer cada una de tus expresiones? Escuchas mi voz pero estás ocupada admirando su rostro y su cuerpo. Lo deseas y lo sabes." There was something sensual in the other woman's voice. Her words sounded like whispers and I felt that she was encouraging Relena to do something.
Relena was biting softly on her bottom lip; something I had never seen her do before. Her breathing was shallow, but it was faster than it had been a few moments ago. "¿…Y tu punto es? Sabes bien que sin importar lo que yo crea, este no es el momento apropiado." There was something broken in her voice. Her eyes were downcast and her lips were pressed into a thin line.
Without even knowing when, I stood up from my chair. The sad expression on her face wasn't something I never wanted to see again. Relena deserved to smile, and I was going to make her smile again.
Ignoring the vid completely, I walked towards her. She noticed that I was beside her when I brushed the locks from her face, and the tips of my fingers touched her cheek.
She wasn't crying but she was about to. I didn't know what to say, I didn't even know why she was so sad, so I only smiled at her and caressed her face with the back of my hand.
The next moment, her lips were on mine. Her kiss was shy and sweet, and I returned it without even thinking.
When we broke the kiss, she was smiling.
I noticed the vid screen going black, but not before I was able to see the content smirk of the person on the other end of the line.
Dorothy had a lot of explaining to do.
=========
Versión en Español
Caminé a su oficina, notando que la puerta estaba abierta y que ella estaba sentada detrás de su escritorio, mirando con desdeño al videófono. Estaba hablando en un idioma extranjero; diciendo las palabras lentamente y atrancándose de vez en cuando con las complicadas. Sin embargo, ella parecía estar tan segura como siempre, y su tono era cortés pero superior. Era el tono que usaba cuando quería que algo fuera hecho a su manera, y yo todavía no he encontrado una sola persona que lo resista.
Ella levantó un momento los ojos del videófono. La expresión de fastidio me dijo que la llamada iba a tomar algo de tiempo y que, si fuera por ella, habría acabado hace más de una hora. No me molestaba esperar así que me senté en frente del gran escritorio de caoba y me distraje mirándola. Esa era siempre una actividad interesante.
Suspiró y retornó sus ojos a la pantalla. "There is nothing else to discuss. Even though your help is appreciated, I think I'm capable enough of making my own decisions."
Yo no podía entenderla pero el significado de sus palabras era expresado claramente en su lenguaje corporal y en el tono de su voz. Relena estaba cansada de la discusión.
Una risita sofocada sonó al otro lado de la línea. "Darling, you and I know that that's not true. Don't try to hide your lack of perception in your personal life behind your political skills. They are on two completely different levels." El tono era divertido y condescendiente. Yo podía ignorar completamente lo que ellas estaban hablando, pero tenia la sospecha de que esta no era una conversación de negocios, como había pensado al comienzo. La idea de entrometerme en la vida privada de Relena, me hizo sentir incómodo. Estaba a punto de excusarme y salir de la habitación cuando ella me miro, notando claramente mis intenciones.
"Por favor, no te vayas," dijo, en una voz suave. Y yo no puede hacer más que quedarme.
"How naive on my part. I hadn't noticed that he was there."
Relena retornó su atención a la pantalla cuando oyó la voz. Pude ver sus mejillas tornándose un poco rosa. Estaba avergonzada.
"It's none of your business!" Cuando Relena levantó la voz, estaba seguro que la persona al otro lado de la línea tenía que ser una amiga. Relena nunca dejaba que otras personas la pusieran nerviosa. Tenía la peculiar habilidad de mantenerse en control, pero cuando estaba en compañía de amigos, dejaba caer su máscara política y era libre de ser ella misma. Yo era afortunado de poder ver esa parte de ella. Relena era vivaz, amable, inteligente, respetuosa, hermosa y fuerte. Llevaba el peso del mundo en sus hombros, enfrentando responsabilidades que una persona tan joven como ella no debería. Sin embargo, ella siempre las enfrentaba con una sonrisa en su rostro.
"Tell me the truth, Relena. Tell me that you are looking at him out of the corner of your eye. Did you forget that I know you and that I can read every one of your expressions? You hear my voice but you are busy admiring his face and body. You want him and you know it." Había algo sensual en la voz de la otra mujer. Sus palabras sonaban como susurros y sentí como si ella estuviera incitando a Relena a hacer algo.
Relena estaba mordiendo suavemente su labio inferior; algo que yo nunca antes la había visto hacer. Su respiración era suave pero más rápida de lo que había estado hace algunos momentos. "...And your point is? You know that no matter what I think, this is not the right moment." Había algo entrecortado en su voz. Su mirada estaba baja y sus labios estaban presionados en una línea delgada.
Sin saber siquiera cuándo, me incorporé de mi silla. La expresión triste en su rostro era algo que jamás quería volver a ver. Relena se merecía sonreír, y yo la iba a hacer sonreír de nuevo.
Ignorando el videófono completamente, caminé hacia ella. Notó que estaba a su lado cuando retiré los mechones de su rostro, y las puntas de mis dedos tocaron su mejilla.
Ella no estaba llorando, pero estaba a punto de hacerlo. Yo no sabía que decir, ni siquiera sabía de porque ella estaba tan triste, así que sólo le sonreí y acaricié su rostro con el dorso de mi mano.
Al momento siguiente, sus labios estaban sobre los míos. Su beso fue tímido y dulce, y yo lo devolví sin siquiera pensarlo.
Cuando rompimos el beso, ella estaba sonriendo.
Me di cuenta de la pantalla del videófono tronándose negra, pero no antes de ver la contenta sonrisa de satisfacción de la persona al otro lado de la línea.
Dorothy tenía mucho que explicar.
___
And that was my first GW fic that didn't featured Quatre. I guess I need to write more Quatre centric stuff now. Not that I'm obsessed or anything...
