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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

姬神的巫女~千之华万花筒 第三章 (一)

来了!媛子色诱千华音的第3章!
让色诱来得更猛烈些吧!







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文章:植竹須美男

企划:柳沢テツヤ

插图:介錯

翻译:忘川





(一)






在第一次上来造访的媛子的房间里,千华音无事可做地闲坐着。

一边温柔地安慰着哭泣的媛子,总算是先回到了楼上,就这样,放下不管径自折返的理由就泡汤了。

之前那沸腾的思绪像个谎话似的消失得无影无踪。

是因为那搔弄着鼻孔的淡淡残香的缘故吗?

香气是从桌子的角落里放置着的小小的芳香蜡烛里发出的。

这是使用从草药和天然树脂等植物中采集的精油(Essential Oil)的治疗方法、芳香疗法(Aromatherapy)。

其功效,除了熟知的放松精神之外,还有抗菌消炎等多种多样的功能。

以前,千华音准备按照媛子教的,依葫芦画瓢来学的东西。

虽说一半是自创的,但是做过各种各样的尝试……媛子曾这样说过。

是因为……这个原因吗?

媛子正在沐浴中。

距离这里仅仅只有两米左右。

那薄薄的树脂门的背后。

就是媛子。

仅仅是想到这件事,

千华音就心潮澎湃。

胸前堵住了……堵到发闷。

又热、又沉、又难受,但是心里的某个地方却又轻飘飘地仿佛在跳着舞。

这到底是什么? 这种不可思议的感觉?

如同抵抗着这种挥之不去的奇怪的感觉,千华音巡视起媛子的房间。

小小的桌子、衣橱和普通的家电用品。

就如同花花绿绿地装饰着平凡的东西似的,到处充满了具有柔和色调的女孩子气的小东西。

衣橱的一格中放着芳香蜡烛和一些盛有香料的小瓶子。

桌子旁边是一个小小的涂写板(Magic Board)。

『星期五和千华音酱一起♡』

有这样可爱的圆形文字跃然其上。

冰箱上贴着这样的条子。

『千华音酱喜欢的红茶』

是以前教给她的方子。

有个圆圆的玻璃瓶样的小东西。

中间是,漂亮的包装起来、完全没有动过的饼干(cookie)。

那应该就是―――。

千华音和媛子两个人一起烤的饼干。

「太可惜了,我不会吃的」

媛子这么说着,将饼干抱在胸前。

难道说―――她真的这么做了。

某种柔软而温暖的东西从千华音的心中扩散开来。

无论何处都充满了女孩子气的五彩缤纷的光辉。

和千华音干燥无味的房间大不相同。

简直让人觉得有些对不起。

对于千华音来说,除了是『皇月家』的『御神娘』之外无他。

在与媛子的『交往』中,千华音为了配合媛子的非保护者的角色,在图书馆里学习, 观察第三者的举止之后自然地用于己身,付诸实践。

什么事情都能胜任,大人样的女孩子。然而,对其才能与努力却不炫耀自夸。

始终自然地、快过对方自觉地,

斟酌心情、凛凛地守护、温柔地引导。

对于这样的千华音,媛子也不停地变换着色彩来回应。

那真的是非常开心,令人雀跃的时光。

但是, 千华音知道。

那不是真正的她。

千华音不是谁的朋友。

千华音不是谁的亲人。

真正的千华音是、『皇月家的御神女』。

皇月家对千华音来说是训练的道场。

当家的是道场主,九蛇卵众人是门人。

听的不是子守歌,而是作为『御神女』的准则。

朝而复始的是锻炼和训练。

如同呼吸、如同走路一样自然,只是一心一意。

没有替自己排忧解难、擦拭眼泪的人。

对于这种事情,并没有觉得寂寞和艰辛。一次都没有。

但是,真的是这样的吗?

说不定只是不知道寂寞与艰辛为何物而已。

往来反复的日子的空虚。

被完美地决定了的未来之路的闭塞感。

一旦感觉到了这些,就真心期待着变化和解放。

所以被万花筒与大海深深吸引了吗?

不对。

千华音仿佛要抖落这种想法一样地摇着头。

不是这样的。并不是为了要掩埋寂寞和空虚这种理由才来到此时此地的。

并不是那样的代用品。

应该不是的。

现在的千华音……。

【真是个傻瓜呢。你啊】

『刺』的寒气刺骨。

【现在还是往昔……什么关系都没有】

【日之宮媛子和你之间也是一样,什么都不是。

只是敌人罢了。

耍的不止是谎言欺骗,还有各种花招。

不对吗?】

……我知道的。不会让她有机可乘的。不会受她欺骗的。

这样回答的千华音感觉到了。

向『刺』的反驳,欠缺强力的『主心骨』。

【没有否认说没有这回事,说明你还留有理性和尊严】

【给你个提示。

虽然你大概会假装没看见……桌子上面。喏】

随着『刺』的私语,千华音移动着视线。

那上面有一个带着皮套子的小笔记本。

千华音咽了一口气。

这是……。

媛子的日记……?。

千华音所不知道的媛子就在那里面……。

强大的冲动动摇着千华音的心胸。

但是,千华音使劲地摇了摇头。

但是、瞒着偷看什么的。那种事。

像个贼一样。

『刺』依然嘲笑着。

【收集情报不是堂堂的战术之一吗?】

好吵!!

【若只是杞人忧天的话那就万事大吉了。不是这样吗?】

『刺』的正论坚固而又锐利。

『交往』的感情论在其面前,简直不堪一击。

【来、看吧】

不要!

【来吧】

讨厌!!





在激烈的,针锋相对的内心斗争的暴风雨中,千华音的手向手册伸了过去。

就像被别的意志所主宰的生物一样。

不可以!!

就在这时,响起了媛子可爱的声音。

「啊」

是常人在淋浴的嘈杂中,难以听到的声音。

但是、那一个字眼让千华音的手停了下来。

太好了。

安下心来,千华音出声呼唤。

「怎么了,媛子」

「啊……啊喏……那个」

媛子有些害羞的声音从门的另一边传来。

「什么事?」

「我忘记拿浴巾了……」

「……浴巾?」

「对不起、可以帮我拿一下吗?」

千华音转过身来,在那门的缝隙间伸出来的雪白的手在轻轻摇摆着。

千华音慌忙起身。

急急地到衣柜里寻找浴巾。

「在哪儿?」

「应该是、第二个抽屉」

慌忙打开来看到的是,塞得满满的内衣和衬衫。

「……」

不假思索地,千华音的手停住了。

「怎么了? 千华音酱」

「……媛子」

「啊,对不起。应该是第三个」

这次才拿到了浴巾,千华音走近浴室前面。

在水汽遮盖的对面……媛子……。

心怦怦地跳着。像连敲的钟声一样。

「久等了」

注意着不要向门的缝隙间看去,千华音伸出了手。

「谢谢你,千华音酱」

摸索着浴巾的手掌抓住了千华音的手臂。

「呀啊!」

浴巾从千华音本能回缩的手中滑落。

「抱歉」

「啊、对不起」

两个声音同时在房间里响起。

一个是听到耳熟能详的话语,另一个却是初次听闻。

慌慌张张地放开千华音的手臂, 捡起浴巾,媛子的手回到了浴室的水汽当中。

浴室门再次关闭起来。

千华音无力地背靠着墙壁。

难以置信。

我、堂堂的皇月千华音。

竟然会发出那样细小可怜的叫声。

绝对不合『交往』的礼仪。

没出息。令人羞愧。

脸颊好热。

让她看见了吗?

那一瞬间的脸……。

这么一想,脸越发热了起来。

平静下来。镇静下来。

这个样子不能被她见到。绝对不能。

事与愿违地,千华音的手指触到了被媛子抓住了的胳膊。

好热。

比滚烫的脸颊还要更热。

十分钟后。

浴室的门打开了,现出裹着一条浴巾的媛子。

在茶几上摊开一本杂志的千华音转过头来。

温暖的眼神以及优雅的举止。

好有大人的感觉……媛子如此不断地夸奖着千华音。

「平静下来了吗?」

「嗯」

媛子微笑着。

虽然眼睛看起来多少还有一点发红,这样应该是没事了。

「失态了呢……对不起」

「不要介意」

桌子上放着冰过的凉茶。

这也是千华音为她准备好的东西。

贴心的『约会』礼仪。

接下来只要漂亮地、从容地告别就好了。

雨太大了的话就借把伞……。

千华音正在这样想着的时侯,媛子说。

「现在千华音酱可以去洗了」

「哎?」

「因为、千华音酱也淋湿了啊……虽然有点窄」

确实如此。因为脑子里面全是媛子的缘故,居然给忘得一干二净。

「我就不用了,这点雨没关系的」

「……嗯……说得也是……可是」

「……」

「……可是」

媛子她,小松鼠一样地抬头看着千华音。

千华音心知肚明。

自己从未违拗过这双眼睛。


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某忘:
我好想吐槽啊这一节。事实是下两节我也很想吐槽。
不吐槽简直对不起自己。。。不,是对不起植竹大叔。。。

>是因为那搔弄 着鼻孔的淡淡残香的缘故吗?
>香气是从桌子的角落里放置着的小小的芳香蜡烛里发出的。

好吧,媛子你到底给千华音下了什么药?老实交待!
悄悄告诉我就好了。是不是ch。。。(TF

>媛子的 日记……?。
>【来、看吧】

来!看吧!千华音酱,我比你还想看!就指望你了(被千华音大卸八块
虽然说也有可能只是芳香疗法的配方而已www

> 慌忙打开来看到的是,塞得满满的内衣和衬衫。
媛子。。。我应该说你GJ吗^ ^a

>摸索着浴巾的手掌抓住了千 华音的手臂。
千华音大人,你刚刚把脉门完全卖给敌人了。。。

说正经的,媛子的特殊技能--芳香疗法,应该在故事后期相当的重要,千万不要辜负我的期望啊www


Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Summaries of Himegami no Miko (2.0-2.1)

Great news is 紺月明(kongetsume), the translator of the Himegami chapter 0 is back after her thesis and started translating Himegami no Miko (full text!) again. Cool!!! Too bad I can't leave a comment there, but thank you 紺月明! Check out here: http://kongetsume.vox.com/

As I have stated in the beginning, if someone picks up the translation, I would gladly hand over the task and put more effort in translating it into Chinese. After all, I am quite behind (7 sections, 3.2-3.8)... Plus, if there is a full translation to read, I won't spoil the fun.

Since I've already written till 2.1, here it is. But no more after this one. Let's all wait and enjoy 紺月明's full text when it comes out.






(2.0)

There were the sun, the summer, and the sea. The girl was embraced by endless blue. The sea used to be one of the battlefield she did her daily training in-- for example simulation battles with Kutouda--even during blizzard. Nothing but a memory of breathless, head-aching, and swallowing the bitter sea water. Even so, during the fleeting free time that the girl had, she liked to visit here. She wondered why. Was it because something was here, or because there was nothing here? Suddenly, she realized why. The sea was the cozy bed the moon returns to. New moon, crescent moon, half moon or full moon, no matter what shapes she may take, the sea would always accept her, as if holding her in the arms. It reminded her of a certain shadow in her life--her mother she had never seen. As soon as Mikamiko was born, her nameless mother had been separated from her without a trace. Mikamiko was the precious sacrifice that Oumikami chooses who did not need a mother. So was she taught. The sea was the mother of every life...was that why? Before the girl could figure things out, she would have to return to battle again.

Time flees, and even the days when the girl longed for her mother have become the past. She has come to see the sea again. What are unchanged are the sky, the sea wave and the beach, but the difference is that there is one more girl with her--Hinomiya Himeko.


(2.1)

Chikane and Himeko are taking a walk on the beach. Though bad at swimming, Himeko wished to at least try wearing a swim suit once. Chikane is in a sea-blue mini bikini--despite her awkwardness in wearing such showing, battle-unfriendly swim suit, this one was picked by Himeko after extensive selection in the store. In contrast, Himeko is only wearing a white one-piece with a thin shirt on top. "Actually, I wanted a matching one with Chikane chan's, but it didn't suit me at all." saying that, Himeko smiles. Now that Chikane realizes her own feelings, she feels attracted to Himeko by several magnitudes. Her innocent smiles, the way she ties her hair, her scent on her hair, her fingertips touching the wave, the shape of her breasts underneath the shirt-- and her white legs bathing under the sun. Her cute toes and feet are leaving footprints on the sands that Chikane couldn't keep her eyes off, until the sea waves take them away. The world is so brilliant, and every second is so sweet. Yes, Chikane loves...

"No." A blaming voice comes from inside Chikane's heart; that is the "Thorn" born from 15 years of training in blood and flames, poisonous, unmeltable and ineradicable--another her. "Wake up to who you really are. You live to satisfy Oumikami. You were born to fight as a God's tool, for Kouzuki's glory, for the island's history and future." Yes, Chikane thinks. Everything is but a strategy to win...oh no, since I already won, this is just a past-time until the destined day. I would feel like this is because...the sky is too blue. The waves sound so nice. I am just too relaxed and too happy. I will not be careless. Even if Himeko shows a tiny bit of hostility, I'll have it all over by the next moment. What is that certain something I've been feeling? I will not admit it, I will not dig it. It's better that way. Chikane superimposes herself with Thorn and armors herself in an ice castle. However, nailing her own arms, she is finding the walls of the castle quickly melting. Just then, "Chikane chan?" Himeko calls her back into reality. "...What is it?" I can not let Himeko find this out, Chikane shivers inside. "...It seems like I am the only person talking..." Himeko seems a little unsure. Chikane would usually reassure her like an older sister; but right now she just feels too unsettled to do so lightly.

In a brief silence, Himeko is startled by a small wave and tries to cling to Chikane. While Chikane receives Himeko by nature, but when Himeko let herself fall into Chikane's arms, she-- though wanting so much to hug her back-- releases her hand and let Himeko fall onto the sands. The two girls face each other just like when they first met. "It is...hot", Chikane says. Though it is nothing comparing to what goes through her mind, those words pierce through Himeko's heart. "Chika...""Don't come," Chikane turns away and leaves Himeko alone on the beach.


Wednesday, June 16, 2010

姬神的巫女~千之华万花筒 第三章 (零)





转载请通知我,并注明译者和出处。







官网: http://www.himegami.com/

文章:植竹須美男

企划:柳沢テツヤ

插图:介錯

翻译:忘川




(零)





在风雨交加的夜之舞台,

少女与少女相对而立。

少女红茶色的长发淋得湿透,

衣服也凌乱不堪。

穿着的凉鞋只剩下一只,袜子上全是污黑的泥水。

紫水晶色的大眼睛里,盈满了泪水。

凄惨的样子,非常非常地令人心痛。

远处雷声隆隆。

那是暴风雨逼近的前兆。

一旦闪电降下,就会如排山倒海般的恣意肆虐。

仿佛在呼应着黑发的少女的心情似的。

言辞。

刀锋。

让黑发少女燃起了连自己都不明白其正体的、猛烈沸腾的炙热情绪。

但是,那远远及不上眼前少女的样子给她带来的高热。

发生了什么事?

难道说……。

是那个男人?

那个污黑影子般的男人?

将神圣的『御神女』弄成了这副模样?

黒发少女的脸唰地变得苍白。

倘若事实果真如此。

手缓缓地向系着的长刀伸去。

不能原谅。

当满溢的情绪正要汹涌而出的时侯。

红茶色头发的少女颤抖着张开了嘴唇。

「没有了」

「!?」

没有了?

什么没有了!?

不会是?

不会是!?

黒发少女的脸色变了。

汩汩沸腾的心中,被冻结的豪枪*―――远远超过『刺』的那个―――贯穿。(*澳大利亚长枪。)

下一个瞬间―――。

「宝贝、没有了」

泪水从红茶色头发的少女的眼中决堤而出。

「好不容易……好不容易才」

哇哇地大哭起来。

不顾矜持与体面,像个孩子一般地。

黒发少女惊讶地睁大了双眼。

会辩解、哭诉的情况在心的某处已经有所预料、准备。

即便如此,完全没有想到会是这样尽情地、无防备地号啕的模样。

就好像被攻入了弱点一样。

但是,少女仍然是『御神女』的其中之一。

这种空隙只会是一瞬间。

她的心转瞬就会被冷彻非常的『御神女』所代替……才对。

但是、下一刻,红茶色头发的少女扑进了黑发少女的怀中。

「对不起。对不起。对不起」

黑发的少女僵住了。

红茶色头发的少女的鬓角与洁白的后颈。

和透过淋湿的衬衫传来的肌肤的热度。

将黑发的少女攫住不放。

风吹来的雨点敲打在一动也动不了的黑发少女的脸颊上。

远雷仍不停轰鸣,瓢泼大雨更倾注而下。






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某忘:

这次只一个半月不到就更新了,不过1节过后看来不会是1星期1更。。。
下1节的节奏很慢,故事很甜,但是介于E3、AX、DiabloII Exp、FFXIII和绝圣之间,我的进展估计会很慢^_^;;




Thursday, June 3, 2010

Summary of Himegami no Miko (1.9-1.10)

I don't own Himegami and... I accidentally wrote too much this time ^_^a


(1.9)

On the way to a newly opened dessert shop, Chikane and Himeko were sitting next to each other in a local train. The boxcar was empty during off-peak hours. Looking at the fleeting scenery outside the window, Chikane was thinking about how she had changed. Then Himeko fell asleep and rested her head on Chikane's shoulder, with a pure happy and content face resembling that of a napping kitten in the spring, or an innocent child in her mother's arms.

How could she sleep like this on someone who would eventually betray her? Chikane thought. If Chikane would exert her skills on Himeko's soft, white throat, or her small rising breasts, she could disable this girl in an instant. Why not? She only need to save the last breath of the other Mikamiko for the destined day; she would not have to bear the scorn from Omitomeyaku; she would not have anymore of bitterness and dilemma. She does not have to play this game. This is all for lower her guard eventually. She would not be fooled...However. Her sweet breath in her sleep. Her soft hair. Her enticing smell. And her warmth passed through the uniform. Chikane's heart was throbbing harder and harder, burning hotter and hotter, turning red, turning white. No, I have to calm down, NOW, Chikane thought. Or else, she would wake up, and find out... what would she find out?

Chikane raised her hand and found her own fingers trembling. They never did even when she was in a forest of swords, or in midst of ice-cold waterfalls. While she was still unsure of what she was feeling, the train had a bump and Himeko's body swayed into Chikane's arms. Chikane took her in without thinking. It was then, that certain something in her heart burst open-- since it was seeded in the first date in the Print Seal Club, irrigated and grown till now-- its brilliance shed into every corner of Chikane's heart like an aurora, turning that infertile land into a place with running streams, green trees and various flower blossoms. "Himeko..." Chikane finally understood that this feeling of hers was non other than love, like what she had seen in movies-- not admiration, not care, nor mere friendship. She recognized her own desire of hugging, fondling, confessing to, and kissing the girl in her arms-- and then...

"What am I thinking?" "That ought to be impossible...both she and I are girls..." Sweet dreams broke into the cruel reality: all is but a short game until the moment of Houten Tamashii; and this company is but a sacrifice to die at her own hands, who's not even allowed to date. Chikane also realized why Omitomeyaku insulted her now-- for he saw through the fact that she had not only become a woman, but also a woman that falls in love with another. The sweet yet bitter, sacred yet doomed, glorious yet fleeting love-- it started without a trace, bypassed her guards, filled her with exclamations and indulgence, bound her tightly and pulled her down all the way to the very bottom of the delightful hell. And this was just the beginning of endless pain yet to come. Should she embrace, or push away Himeko, this cute and demonic girl? Chikane could not do the latter. The train was running forward with the puzzled knight and the sleeping princess in the warm afternoon sunlight, till the end of the world......



(1.10)

It was a room of darkness beyond the reach of the sun, the moon or even the stars. Only a glowing gem lit up the people in it. An about seven year old, formally dressed, Japanese-doll like girl was enshrined in the middle of piles of strings (Shinto tradition), accompanied by a Shinto priestess in a snake mask. In front of them stood the nine Kutouda folks, Souma in the middle. The girl asked the priestess to pass her message:"Be aware. The soul of Oumikami is agitated. To guarantee the prosperity and eliminate the disasters of the island, Mitamashizume no Gi is critical. Fellow Kutoudas. People who are born on the island, belong to the island, till the last droplet of blood, the last strand of hair. The affections of Mikamikos. The responsibilities of Omitomeyaku. The accomplishment of Houten Tamashii. If any of these would go wrong, it will be the end of the island. Remember well." "Aye." Kutoudas knelt down.

There were 108 days left till the day of the 16th birthday of the two.

(End of Chapter One)

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

最近的杂七杂八

(一)

yamibo挂了快一周了吧,问过依文,据说是换硬盘的时侯出了问题,要重装--具体有多严重就不知道了。
对我的影响:正好有个理由可以拖欠绝圣8的翻译。。。

再多说一点关于绝圣8的事。 英文组Zefiberyl从这一期开始坑掉, 这已经不是新闻了,然后AE找到了这家来接手第8期--照理说应该已经出来了才对。。。也许就在这几天?第9期仍然是没有着落。 看看新旧两个组收到的comments就觉得不可思议,怎么做scanlation的人会收到这么多hate posts?有对新组接这个活赶到失望的,有大骂旧组半途而废的。。。 不能不说English yuri fandom的气氛和中文饭实在相差甚远^_^a

因为这期对我来说也相当的雷,不输第3期--所以整个5月我也把它丢到一边。不过计划今晚开始动手翻译。。。

(二)

7月的Anime Expo决定要去了,主要是为了堀江和浅川,现在在为拿着什么找堀江签名而烦恼中。 浅川那边就阿兹吧。多签一个的话就Rider/Luka。
AKB48 那天是星期4,未必去得了,May'n的星期5应该没问题。

(三)

D3没出来的日子真是难熬啊。 3月份1.13的patch出来之后我又捡起D2来玩。(想想这个游戏都出了10年了。。。)
TPPK总算是基本去掉了。Respec是个很好的主意,可以让人尽情尝试低等级和不同build的乐趣。但是Hammerdin还是一家当道,bots 层出不穷,ladder前面100名全是bots...
昨天订了FFXIII的中文版。日文原音,中英双字幕。想想这款也是等了4年(?)的游戏。。。预计这周末会到吧:)

(四)

上个月的google reader阅读数,中文900英文600,平均一天50篇。
我也成了“Google Reader未读数清零焦虑症”患者了。。。
(谜之音:你到底有在工作吗?)