CANTO DELLA
TERRA (Song for the Earth)
by Ashura
DEDICATION: This is for D, Jay and baby_pen. You are all goddesses--thank you for the
most wonderful present I can even /think/ of getting! (Well, except naked Duo, of course, but... *grin*)
DISCLAIMER: As usual, nothing in this belongs to me but
the phrases themselves, except those few I borrowed from Kerouac (yes,
again!). The GW characters are property
of Bandai and Sunrise, and 'Canto Della Terra' lyrics belong to Andrea Boccelli
from his fantastically inspiring CD 'Sogno.'
PAIRINGS: 1x2, 3x4, 5xS, 6x9
WARNINGS: Yaoi, non-yaoi, mild angst, philosophy
NOTES: This is a collage fic--several different
scenes that happen at different, unspecified times. Don't hurt your brain trying to figure out when everybody would
have been in these places at the same time.
They don't have to be.
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Si lo so Yes
I know
Amroe che io e te my love, that
you and me
forse stiamo insieme are
together briefly
solo qualche instante for
just a few moments
zittie stiamo in
silence
The cargo bay
was cold, and cramped, and smelled like something had not only died there, but
risen again and scuttled off to hide in a corner in the midst of
embalming. It didn't matter. Two boys wrapped each other in a fervent
embrace, kissing away wounds of the body and drowning those of the spirit in
the desperate twining of their bodies.
Heero's hungry kisses left bruises on Duo's already marred skin, and his
lover's long hair twined around them in tangles of matted chestnut. There were no words--speech would only
cheapen the depth of their understanding as two lost souls found fleeting
refuge in their stolen moment.
Through the
porthole high above their heads, the stygian velvet darkness of space filled infinity,
expanding, breathing, balancing worlds in frail folds. Stars glittered distant and unreachable, and
just within reach the colonies hung in orbit around their adopted sun. And between these, the earth--a brilliant
disc of spinning azure and ivory wisps, too ancient to concern itself with the
threat its children posed.
It had been
spinning there for such a long time.
Long before humanity had crawled from the sludge and pulled itself
upright, the young earth had lived. It
had watched as they grew, as they spread, as they reached their fragile fingers
toward the stars, and now it shed its sparkler dims on other grounds, filtering
through the tiny spaceship window to illuminate Heero's pale skin in faint soft
blue.
Duo's fingers
trailed through that light, drawing soft moans from his lover and capturing
them in his mouth. Heero clutched him
close, joining their bodies with an urgent thrust with more of desperation than
desire in it, losing himself in an epiphany of
kisses.
Ad ascoltare As we
look out of our windows
il cielo alla finestra and
listen to the sky
questo mondo che and to a world
si sveglia e la notte e' that's
awakening
gia cosi lontana and
the night is already far away
gia lontana already
far away
Relena pushed
open the shuttered windows, drenching her face in the moonlight, the cool night
breeze tickling her face. Far above
her, the colonies sparkled merrily like foreign stars, and the moon shone
luminous and innocent from her perch in the heavens.
It looked so
far away...and yet, it wasn't. People
she cared for were scattered among those glimmering specks. They were
fighting there...and dying...
"Heero." The whisper was lost on the wind, but it had
sounded hollow in her own ears. Hiding
behind her admiration for him no longer protected her from the sorrow that
sought to envelope her.
"Father." His was the face he hid from, even as she
strove to honour his memory, to earn his pride. For a short time, Heero had sheltered her from the sorrow of his
loss. That time was gone.
And Heero as
well was gone, and Relena could not afford to be a child. A final face in her mind's eye, a final name
whispered to the unheeding breeze--"Milliardo."
Her chin
dropped into folded hands, propped on the windowsill as she gazed into the
garden. "I'll make it all come out
somehow," she promised softly.
"I don't know how yet, but I will.
I have to...."
Guarda questa terra che Look at this
world
Che gira insieme a noi turning
around, with us
anche quando e' buio even in
the dark
Guardo questa terra che Look at this
world
che gira anche per noi turning
around, for us
A darci un po' di sole, sole, sole giving us hope and some
sun, sun, sun
The sun would
not be up for hours, but the faint red glow of false dawn was already painting
the sky at the farthest edge of the sea.
Trowa disentwined himself from a labyrinth of twisted blankets and
Quatre's limbs and stole gracefully to the window, fingers pressed against the
clouded glass.
"You were
warm," Quatre pouted, and Trowa turned, a smile playing at the corners of
his lips as his eyes lingered on the tangle of boy and blankets on the bed
before him.
"I didn't
know you were awake."
Quatre shrugged
one graceful pinkened shoulder, before tugging the duvet up to his chin. "You moved." Adjusting himself inside his nest, he
finally found a comfortable position, burrowed into the blankets with barely
more than his eyes and a tuft of blonde hair visible to Trowa's disappointed
gaze. "What are you
thinking?"
Trowa tilted
his head, considering, abandoning thoughts of war and chaos for the more
tranquil image of his tousled love.
"That you're adorable."
Quatre wrinkled
his nose indignantly. "I am
not. I'm ferocious and deadly," he
declared grandly.
Trowa conceded
with a turn of his hand. "Maybe
so, but at the moment you look sweet."
"Hmph." Quatre shed the blankets, the faintest
spread of goosebumps covering his bare skin as he padded over to join Trowa at
the window. Coyness abandoned, he slipped
his arms around his lover's waist, rested his cheek against the taller boy's
smooth back. "What were you really
thinking?"
"Just
reminding myself," Trowa answered, his fingers slipping over Quatre's, his
face upturned to the crimson sky outside. "Remembering what it is I'm fighting for when we leave here
in the morning...that all the nights we give up will be worth it in the
end."
Quatre nodded
silent understanding into Trowa's skin, for a long moment doing nothing more
than holding him, savouring the touch of the firm body pressed against his
own.
Finally--"I
am glad you are lonely here with me, Trowa," he whispered.
Outside, the
sky was darkening again.
My love che sei l'amore mio My love, whoever
you are, my love
Sento la tua voce e ascolto il mare I hear your voice, yet I
listen to the sea
Sembra davvero il tuo respiro It sounds
just like your breathing
L'amore che mi dai And
all the love you want to give me
Tranquility.
Wufei sat in
silence, folded into lotus on the sandy shore of an unfamiliar sea. Starlight illuminated the tips of the waves,
drifted in the rhythm of the waves that crept steadily up the shore to tickle
his knees. It was the ideal spot for
meditation; Wufei could ask for no better.
But the sea
sounded like a heartbeat.
He tried not to
think about her--to ignore the memory of those determined blue eyes, the
tension in her body, the set of her chin against the forces so certain to
overwhelm her own. We are weak, she
said, and that is why we fight--it was the desperation of the downtrodden, the
tenacity of the betrayed, the bond of a woman intent on trying, however
futilely, to save the world. And though
Wufei did his best to forget her, the soft pounding of the sea flooded him with
the wistful image of a heartbeat--hers, in time with his own, rhythmic and soft
and endless.
It was both
disturbing and a relief to realise he was still human after all.
Questo amore che sta li nascosto This love that is there,
hidden
in mezzo alle sue ondo hidden
among the waves
a tutte le sue onde all
the waves in the world
come una barce che just
like a boat that....
Sally watched
the moon rise over the trees, thankful for the cloak of darkness that hid her
and her men from enemy eyes. It looked
so peaceful, from a distance, and so ancient--how different it could be up
close, where factories turned out the mobile dolls that terrorised frightened
colonies into submission.
Suddenly she
felt very, very small indeed.
"Thinkin'
about that kid?" a familiar voice asked, and she turned to offer her
lieutenant a wistful smile. "He
got away fine," the man continued, reassuring. "Saved our sorry asses, that's for sure. Glad you managed to talk some sense into
him, Sally. You got a way with people."
Without waiting
for a response, he slapped her companionably on the shoulder and disappeared
into the forest again.
Sally turned
her gaze to the sky again.
Is the whole
world going insane? What was she doing,
thinking about a smooth body and a pair of dark eyes at a time when all her
concentration was needed for battle tactics?
Why, in the middle of a war that had turned the world upside-down, could
she not wait for a chance to fall asleep and dream of him?
"Wufei,"
she whispered into the trees. "Be
careful, wherever you are."
Guarda questa terra che Look at this
world
Che gira insieme a noi turning
around, with us
anche quando e' buio even in
the dark
Guardo questa terra che Look at this
world
che gira anche per noi turning
around, for us
A darci un po' di sole, sole, sole giving us hope and some
sun, sun, sun
A stolen kiss,
and nothing more--a hasty exchange in an alcove that could at any moment be
discovered, a whispered promise of satisfaction later--their lips met, fingers
twined however briefly in soft hair, eyes and hearts burned with desire that
must be contained.
Tears sprung
unbidden to Lucrezia Noin's blue eyes, she blinked them fiercely away. One slender finger caressed her cheek as
Zechs brushed them away.
"Don't
cry, Lu," he whispered.
"I'm
not," she said softly.
He touched his
lips to her forehead, his fingers reveling in the softness of her skin as he
stroked her face once more. "I
know you're not," he conceded, wishing for all the world that tears were
no more necessary than discretion.
She smiled weakly,
cupping his cheek, turning her face up to his own. "I love you, you know."
A fleeting
smile of his own. "I don't deserve
it, you know," he responded, nevertheless clutching her close, as if by
melding her to him he might never have to let her go. "When this is over...." he whispered into her hair.
Footsteps too
close to their sanctuary interrupted them, and their sigh echoed through
worlds. "When this is over,"
Lucrezia repeated, straightening her shoulders, becoming once more an officer
and leader of men.
Soon, it would
be over...wouldn't it...?
Guarda questa terra che Look at this
world
che gira insieme a noi turning
around with us
A darci un po' di sole giving
us hope, and some sun
The sun rose
and set, the moon in concert with it, as they had done since time immeasurable,
shedding their light equally on all--those who slept, who danced, who fought,
who prayed. The earth spun as it ever
had, kept its steady course around the sun, as the conflicts of men played out
on and around it.
Relena curled
in her bed, burrowed into her blankets, her hair splayed out on the pillow,
dreaming of peace and dancing with her father at a birthday celebration.
Wufei sprawled
on the beach, shifting, unable to fall asleep, blinking as he realised he'd
scratched Sally's name into the sand.
Quatre and
Trowa watched the sun rise over the sea, and shared a last tender kiss as they
returned to the fight.
Sally whispered
a quiet prayer for salvation as she watched the shadows of mobile suit patrols
block the moon from view.
Zechs Merquise
and Lucrezia Noin passed each other in the hallway, their fingers touching
ever-so-briefly, a glance saying more than words ever could.
Heero drifted
to sleep in Duo's arms, his head pillowed in a mass of chestnut hair, his heart
for a while at peace as the only person to ever really understand held him
close in a protective embrace. Duo
trailed a soft line of kisses down Heero's sweat-dampened forehead, taking
refuge in their stolen moment.
"Someday,"
he murmured into the hair of his dozing love, a promise and protestation of
faith in one.
Someday....
Guarda questa terra che Look at this
world
che gira insieme a noi turning
around with us
A darci un po' di sole giving
us hope, and some sun
Mighty sun Mighty sun
Mighty sun Mighty sun
Mighty sun Mighty
sun
~Owari~