"Halaga"
is a song in "Gulong Itlog Gulong" album of the Filipino band
"Parokya ni Edgar" my translation for the song is at the end of this
fic.
The
usual disclaimers for Rurouni Kenshin of course. ^_^
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Halaga
(Worth)
Song by
: Parokya ni Edgar
Fic by:
Jericah Helios
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"Hmmm!"
Misao said rather happily. "This is good Himura!"
"Quite"
added Aoshi.
Kenshin
smiled his rurouni smile at Misao and said, "Thank you Misao, Aoshi. I had
rather hoped that you liked it!"
Kaoru
smiled and said, "I decided that we should let Kenshin cook this time,
because it's a special occasion." she smiled at the rest of the
Oniwabanshuu who were all busy eating, "After all, you guys are rather
special guests of ours."
"If
that's the case," murmured Yahiko, "I wish everyday would be a
special occasion, then we wouldn't have to suffer through the baka busu's lousy
cooking."
Yahiko
was soon flying out the door, into the courtyard...
Misao
sweatdropped and put her chopsticks down. She smiled as she realized that she
should have anticipated this. Kenshin was smiling his sunshiny smile again as
he tried to calm down Kaoru who was still fuming. Sanosuke, on the other hand,
had taken advantage of Yahiko's temporary absence and was happily taking his
pick of the young boy's food. Omasu and Okon were talking happily about
something with Megumi while Kuro, Shiro and Okina were merrily boasting about
something across the room. Aoshi...
Misao
sighed inwardly as she noticed that Aoshi was ignoring everything that was happening.
He was eating quietly and besides his earlier comment about the food, he hadn't
anything much during the dinner. Thinking about it brought down a bit of the
smile that was on her face.
Suddenly,
Misao realized that Sanosuke was looking at her oddly. "Yeah?" she
asked, her smile coming to full radiance.
Sano
frowned thoughfully and said, "Wanna share Yahiko's food?" his
expression was serious but there was a glint of...something in his eyes.
Misao
stuck her tougue out at him and shook her head no. "Oh no, I wouldn't want
to be chased all thoughout Japan with Yahiko and his shinai at my heels."
she smiled again, "Thanks anyway."
He
stopped and then started to say something then seemed to think the better of
it. "Yeah, whatever" and went back to attacking his rice bowl.
Misao
smiled one more time and went back to eating. To the side she saw rather than
heard Aoshi stand up and excuse himself from the others.
*******
Sanosuke
watched Misao's expression fall as Aoshi went out of the room. He went back to
eating again as Misao turned to look back at the dinner with another smile. A
few seconds later, she excused herself, saying that she wanted to retire early
tonight.
Yahiko
had returned by then and was screaming into one of his ears. He didn't pay
attention to the boy and instead continued eating, and drinking.
When he
couldn't take it any longer, he stood up and said his excuses, drawing Megumi's
attention. He saw her look at his unfinished food and raise her eyebrow at him.
He shook his head and went out.
Looking
up at the summer night sky, he wondered vaugely where his appetite went. Then
he heard a sound. Any careless ear would have dismissed it as the wind, but he
looked up and found Misao perched on the dojo's roof. Crying...
*******
You're
crying again. Dammit. I know that you can see me if you look down my direction
but you're not. You're looking towards the room where he's staying, aren't you?
Yeah, I know you are.
Don't
you know anything else, Misao? It seems that you've devoted your whole life to
following Aoshi through hell and back. Determined to be the best that you can
be, so you can impress him. If you weren't so easily hurt I'd laugh at you.
Hm,
wasn't it his fault why Okina was so seriously hurt back then? Wasn't it his fault
that you almost had to beg Kenshin to bring him home to you? Now then what has
he given you in return? hmmm...let's see...Zilch, none, nada! But do you care?
Naw. Man, you are thick, weasel girl.
Maybe, I
could write your story, weasel. You know, like Daigoro's books, except it'll be
drama. Actually, I'd rather write an action one, you know, all about the
adventures we've had, but everytime I'd try to remember our adventures, I'd
always remember you sighing, for Aoshi, or whining, for Aoshi, or looking, for
Aoshi, or crying, for Aoshi, or...
Man!
Nah, if
anyone would try to write your story Misao, it would have to be a drama.
I'm
starting to wonder why you really do put up with what Aoshi's doing to you. Do
you really expect him to be a lot nicer to you? That he'll show it if he really
does care for you? How long will you be like that Misao? How long will you
wait? How long will you cry for him?
We've
been together for, oh I dunno, I guess a pretty long time. It seems that
everytime I catch you alone, you're crying because Aoshi doesn't seem to know
that you're alive. D'you know how much that makes me angry? I can't imagine a
single reason why he can't at least recognize your presence in his life. Misao,
to tell you the truth, I don't think you know how much you mean to him...and to
me.
There
are times I really want to stop thinking about it. But it seems that I can't
get over the fact that you can't get over him. He's been ignoring you and
hadn't even given you the morsel of love that you so richly deserve.
Makes
me wonder if his heart was made of stone. His face sure is, why not his heart?
Only someone with a stone heart could totally ignore your tears.
Why
can't you get over him? That question is chasing itself 'round and 'round my
brain. Is it because you think there isn't anybody else in the world that would
love you? is that it?
If that
was the reason then you're a lot more stupid than I thought. You're a beautiful
girl Misao, given time, you'll grow up into an elegant young lady. You're not
shy, you're strong and intelligent, only an idiot or a married man could ignore
that.
Or is
it that you think ever other man out there would treat you like Aoshi does,
once you fall in love with them? That you'd rather take your chances with the
devil you know?
Then to
tell you the truth, not all people have their hearts encased in ice like
Aoshi's is. Not all people are as blind that that baka.
Sometimes
I really don't understand life. Here I am, falling in love with you, and there
you are...crying your eyes out for him.
But I
guess that's just how it will be, won't it? Unless you decide that you've had
it with him and move on. Or if Mr. Ice Heart here decides to melt. Or if I make
a move. But I doubt the latter. I doubt all of them, but I doubt most of all if
I could make a move.
I
doubt.
But,
should you decide to move on, I'll be here. I'm not a great ninja, or as
handsome as Aoshi is, but I know that I'll love you far more than life itself. And
I'll show it too.
'Till
then weasel, take care. I'll be...waiting.
*******
Misao
looked up to the night sky and wondered if Aoshi really did love her. She
wondered if anybody loved her. "No, no," she said to herself. She
shook her head and smiled a little bitterly, "Unless something proves me
otherwise, something in me believes that Aoshi really does care!"
She saw
a flash at the edge of her sight and she turned to her head just in time to see
a falling star. "I wish..." she closed her eyes, "I wish I could
see someone who would love me...and show it." she unconsicously bowed her
head as tears ran down her face.
After a
few moments of silence, Misao blushed at her silliness.
*Just
like a little girl, wishing for her prince charming* she silently mused. *It's
not like I'll really see...* her thoughts drifted off as she opened her eyes to
see...
...
Sanosuke Sagara looking up at her with a strange light in his eyes.
Jerking
a little in surprise, Misao blinked as Sanosuke kept on looking at her with his
shining brown eyes.
After a
few moments of looking at each other, it was Sano who looked away. He turned
towards the gate and called to Misao without looking back, "I'm going
home, weasel-girl. If they look for me, tell them will ya?"
Misao
blinked a little before answering, "Yeah, whatever."
*What
was that and where did it come from?* she asked herself.
Sano
gave had a little salute before disappearing out the gate.
"Bye
Sano." Megumi waved a little at the departing young man and turned back to
the stars.
***
Owari ***
***
Original ***
Halaga
by:
Parokya ni Edgar
Umiiyak
ka nanaman, langya talaga
Wala ka
bang ibang alam, namumugtong mga mata
Kailan
ka pa kaya magsasawa sa problema iyong pinapasan
Hatid
sa iyo ng boyfriend mong hindi maintindihan
May
kwento kang pandrama na naman
Parang
pang T.V. , walang katapusan
Hanggang
kailan ka ba ganyan
Hindi
mo ba alam na walang pupuntahan
Ang
pagtiyaga mo diyan sa boyfriend mong tanga
Na
walang alam kung hindi paluhain ka
Sa
libu-ibong pagkakataon na tayo'y magkasama
Iilang
ulit palang kitang nakitang masaya
Naiinis
akong isipin na ginaganyan ka niya
Siguro ay hindi niya alam ang iyong tunay na halaga
...
Ayoko
ng isipin pa, hindi ko alam
Kung
bakit di mo kayang iwanan siya
Ang
dami dami naman diyang iba
Wag
kang mangangamba na wala kang ibang makita
Na
lalake na mag mamahal sa iyo
At
hindi niya sasayangin and pag-ibig mo
Minsan
hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit
Ang
buhay natin ay pinagtritripan
Medyo
malabo yata ang mundo
Binabasura
ng iba and pinapangarap ko
Sa
libu-ibong pagkakataon na tayo'y magkasama
Iilang
ulit palang kitang nakitang masaya
Naiinis
akong isipin na ginaganyan ka niya
Siguro
ay hindi niya alam and iyong tunay na halaga
****Translated****
Worth
By :
Parokya ni Edgar
Translated
By : Jericah Helios (With lotsa help from Ken-chan)
You're
crying again, damn it
Don't
you know anything else, quivering eyes?
When
will you get tired of the problems that you have,
Given
to you by your crazy boyfriend
You
have a story that could pass for drama
Like
for T.V., a neverending story
How
long will you be like that?
Don't
you know that you'll go nowhere
With
your patience for that stupid boyfriend of yours
Who
doesn't know anything except to make you cry?
Of the
thousands of times that we've been together
I've
only seen you happy a handful of times
It
irritates me to know that he does that to you
It's possible that he doesn't know your true worth
...
I don't
want to think about it anymore
I don't
know why you can't bring yourself to leave him
There
are so many others out there
Don't
be afraid that there might not be
A man
out there who would love you
And who
won't waste your love
Sometimes,
I don't really understand
Why our
lives seem to be played with
The
world seems to be so undecided
People
throw away something that I have been dreaming of
Of the
thousands of times that we've been together
I've
only seen you happy a handful of times
It
irritates me to know that he does that to you
It's possible that he doesn't know your true worth