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ベタなビターバターベター
日本語だけ読んでも楽しめます。
意味が二重三重にもなっているトコがあるのでむずいです。
私でもむずいです。
頑張って考察してほしい...(*'▽')
第二話：ベタなビターバターベター
Dearest, your work.(ゆうわく)
Do you remember those days?
I still remember them so clearly.
It’s crazy how nostalgic it feels looking back.
I just wanted to leave these memories here.
This is a story from a little while back.
Let's see... back then, I was concerned about what you were doing,
so I gently asked you about it.
You said those words that day, with that familiar smile of yours.
「ん、おひさ。え？あぁコレね。大丈夫、隠れてやってるから。
意外ぃ？僕は欲望に忠実なんだぁ。
なんで隠れてやってるのかって？僕のブランドイメージを下げないためにかな。
一部の人には刺さりそうだけどね。
フフ、そう、今夜は羊の毛側の白色のコートを着てきたの。
僕が狼ぃ？
君が狼のほうが都合がいいと思うけど。
最初会った時Wolf whistleしてたの誰だっけ？」
Back then, I was young and reckless, playing the part of a lone wolf, always trying to look cool.
Come to think of it, I was wearing red shoes at that time.
「最初はまじで怖くて僕は君の腹でも掻っ捌いて、
石を詰めて川にでも流そうかと思ったよ。」
Still the same wild you. Somehow, I still miss it.
「んー、別に、コレは大丈夫だよ。
ちょっとだけ、試してみる？ほらこっち、顔を近づけて口を少し開けて。
フゥッ。一口だけの煙をおすそ分け。
キスだと思った？
ダメダメ、今は苦いよ。
それに、僕は今、苦いものの気分なんだ。
甘いキスは求めてない。
ん？へぇ...あぁ、君は苦いのが好きなんだ。
ビターもベター、甘すぎるだけじゃ飽きてしまう。
苦いだけでも飽きてしまう。
ふぅん。Don’t butter me up.(ドンバタゥミーアップ)
フフ、確かに僕は神かもね。
はぁ、バターはピーナッツと合わせてジャムパンだけに塗ってくれ。
僕はPB＆J甘すぎて嫌いだけど。
僕は無塩(むえん)バターは味がないから嫌だな。
sweet butterって言うんだっけ。
無縁(むえん)な話？
...閑話休題(かんわきゅうだい)。
さぁ羊の話に戻りなさい。
君には口があるだろう？
もう少し直接はっきり要望を言うか、
喋る以外の使い方もできるはずさ。
うっ、ん。僕がしゃべってる最中なんだけど。」
Oops, I did it. I just couldn’t stop myself.
「まぁいいや。
バターなのかな？
さっきの煙で酔っちゃった？
そんなに潤んで恋慕する蕩けた甘ったるい
羊の目を僕に向けないでもいいのに。
You know which side your bread is buttered on.
ゴマすってるんだ？
僕もコレは吸ってるけどね。
少し慇懃無礼だよ。
演技が上手だ。フフ、そういうのも嫌いじゃない。
何食べてんの？ジャーキー？いいね、一口ちょーだい。
お、しょっぱくて美味しい。
もう満足しちゃったの？
メインディッシュはこれからだ。」
I take your hand. Even without music,
Reason? We can just figure that out later, can't we?
We danced a waltz together. Wearing these red shoes,
it felt like my feet were moving on their own, so I managed not to step on your feet again.
「ねぇ、狼さん。どーしてそんなに愛らしい目をしているの？
それはね、僕を目に焼き付けるためだよ。
狼さん、どーしてそんなに求めている口をしているの？」
The dancing stopped.
What's the right thing to say here?
「それはね、僕を食べるためだよ。」
You really are something.
Does that mean yes?
「どうぞ、召し上がれ。
ほんのり甘くて苦いキス。」
I took you to a hotel with me.
It feels like my feet, wearing those red shoes, are walking completely on their own.
Who brought me here? Was it the red shoes, myself, or you ?
「火照る(ほてる)体で折角ホテルに来たのにhot-tailed(ホッテイル)しないでよぉ。アハハ。」
On our bed, in the sweet suite.
The bed was white bread, and we were butter.
Somewhere between sweetness and bitterness.
Scorched by our shared heat, the white bread, slightly charred.
We, our hearts, our time, all of it melted, soaking deep into the freshly toasted bread, until there was no longer a boundary between bread and butter.
After a while, I could feel our surging body temperatures plummeting.
We were toast.
「さて、今夜はあと数分で終わります。
『I miss mistakenly kissing you.』？
フフ、面白い。
可愛らしいこと言うね。
What's the time, Mr. Wolf?
It's twelve o'clock。
もう零時だ。
魔法が溶けちゃう、靴は置いて行ってあげようかな。
ん、ちゃんと靴は履いていくよ。
かぼちゃのバスに乗って帰ろうか。
送り狼をする気はないさ。それより僕に送り狼しないでよ？
冗談。
ま、飽きてきたら、たまに君を求めてここまで
飛行機で飛んでやってくるよ。
My sweet, see you later, Alligator.
Bye bye butterfly.
butter fly.バターを求めて飛んできます。またねー。」
The way you said “bye bye” was so childish and endearing.
I wish I could have seen it one more time.
You waved Bye bye as you walked away.
「see you again. ...bye」
But I never knew that those words would become our final Bye bye.
I trace the red marks you left on my skin and hold myself.
Is craving you an addiction? Why are you so captivating?
Your sweet whispers are so bitter.
I couldn't sleep, so I counted sheep.
「Two sheep, one sheep, zero sheep...」
Overcome by the sleepy devil, the sheep and I drowned in a river of butter and sank beneath the surface.
Is there no one to kiss me awake?
「umm...bad morning.」
All you left me with were red traces, faint hopes, lingering feelings of love,
your scent lingering in the sheets, and red jam staining them.
I knew your scent would sweetly disappear once I washed it,
so I savored it for just a little while longer before finally giving in.
「...This is see you, forever.」
Even now, I wish I were able to meet you again someday.
With your shoes gone, the empty entryway looked unbearably vast and lonely.
「Aha! Let’s forget all about it! No more thinking about it !」
Every time I think of you, my red heart starts beating.
I searched for a substitute for you,
something to fill the empty space you left behind.
I didn't want to dance with anyone else,
but I ended up dancing a lot in the red shoes.
I longed for warmth.
I had someone fill the emptiness with the warmth of their body.
I still wasn’t satisfied.
Would it have been a little easier if you had been there?
「I'm starving.」
Ah, I remember those days. And now, I wonder where you are.
A morning jolted awake by depravity.
I drank way too much Grape wine last night, and now I feel sick and have a pounding headache. The belly is brewing.
A Bun in the oven.
When I put my hand on my belly, I can hear the ticking of a clock.
「I’m gonna have breakfast.」
I took the baked Bun out, cut belly open, spread some butter on it,
and filled it with sheep meat.
I had buttered Bun for breakfast this morning. It tasted a little saltier than usual,
so I added a sugar coating to balance it.
It was too sweet, I want to dissolve.
It felt like something was missing, so I had it with some coffee.
「...too bitter.」
I poured a lot of milk into the coffee, but the black wouldn't completely disappear.
I added a lot of sugar to the coffee too.
It was supersaturated with sweet toooo so very much sugar, leaving an unpleasant, gritty residue at the bottom of the cup.
Tick-tock.
「Ah… I’m back to being lonely and alone again. 」
The lone wolf whispered to no one in particular.
I poured sheep's water I had gathered into a glass. It wasn't completely clear, but rather milky white. It was salty with a hint of bitterness.
「What a day!」
I felt even worse.
Eating my own heart out.
Everything has been consumed.
The annoying ticking is no longer heard.
A lot of time has passed, so the clock has broken down and stopped.
The butter on the Bun grew cold and hard.
Greetings from somewhere far from you.
ちょっと前(先月)に書いたので文章技術が甘いかも。
ファンレターや応援待ってます。