Very nice

Une personne m'a envoyé cette très belle image... J'aimerais bien savoir qui je dois remercier... Mais bon, je vous remercie grandement... 

Someone sent me this beautiful picture ... I would like to know, who I must thank ... Anyway, thank you very much ...

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Undying love - memory of a anterior life ... year: 1113

* UNDYING LOVE *

XXIX

They tied the rope around the wrists of Chuichi. He was raised until he can no longer touch the ground in the middle of an arena with wooden floor covered with sand, divided into five horizontal areas separated by corridors.

Some clouds of sand rose up. An hangman appeared with bulging muscles. In deploying his meter ninety, he offered himself, an ovation haughty and boorish. An uproar arose in the public mind-boggling. Stamping on the rickety bleachers. People shouted their joy, to attend a show abrupt, causing the whistles from the crowd.

Mairenn, hands tied behind her back to a pole looked on helplessly. She looked at the man who continued to fix her. The sun shone now in the whole place, and made the blinding sand. The pole who was expected for execution is at the center of the arena and dried blood at its base had so permeated the wood and sand, it remained indelible.

A few feet from the main lodge, the hangman stopped and saluted the king. The king raised his hand as a salvation and rested on the arm of his chair, signifying the start of torture. Chuichi trying to free himself from his bonds, but could not.

The hangman approached her. He took her by the neck and shook her with extreme violence and gave him several punches on her face. Mairenn was bloody. Her face was disfigured by anger, violence. He struck her repeatedly in the face and stomach. The crowd stirred exclamations mixing all kinds of feelings were heard. The fans were rubbing their hands.

At the first complaint of his wife, Chuichi has entered a demented anger, he struggled to get rid of his bonds.

The hangman went behind Mairenn, and he untied her hands. Folded in half, Mairenn fell to her knees, struggling for breath. Spitting the sand she had swallow, she stood up on her elbows, rung. The hangman walked with heavy steps, and struck him a furious kick. It just missed the rolling on the dirty floor to avoid attacks. Trembling, she refrained from letting out a cry. A trickle of blood flowed from her lips. Wild-eyed, weak, she avoided another hit, and subtly deviated. She tried to get up. An nudge precise, hit on her temple. Vacillating, she fell into the arms of her tormentor. Eyes closed, tears of Chuichi could rise to his eyes to the cruelty of the scene, so he was forced against his will to assist.

A kick struck the face of Mairenn, then another in the stomach. The violence, sent hit the pole. He grabbed her by the neck and held her at arm's length, her feet at six inches of soil, gradually he restrained her throat to try to finish it in a slow and agonizing suffocation. Mairenn instinctively tried to inspire air but refused to enter her lungs. Shred of her being was demolished, she felt a cold morbid invade gradually. She would soon die out more, as consumed by pain.

She was struggling to keep her eyes open but she insisted that the last thing she would see in this world, was the man she loved. She could no longer tear her eyes from him, despite the pitiful suffering. The effort became too overwhelming, her eyes closed of themselves. The executioner let fall. She coughed repeatedly.

With a suddenness, and surprising speed, her hangman came behind her, raises his arm and drops the whip on the back of Mairenn. We heard again the crack of the whip hard and dry, biting the back of Mairenn. The hiss of the whip raises the heart of Chuichi. He could not stand to watch this. And what's more, audiences who relish this kind of show. The hangman went on his own motion. His arm rises and falls now with clockwork regularity. Ten shots already. Mairenn closed her eyes. More she suffered, more the audience whistled and shouted their satisfaction.

Fifteen shots. Chuichi, sees her face to contract. Twenty shots under the eyes of her lover. Chuichi can feel her pain, it is palpable, it is guessed, even under her apparent hardness, her eyes resolutely closed.

On the place an almost religious silence reigned. The crowd was silent. No shouting, no insults, no curses were not heard. The audience begins to realize that the woman who is being abused and is not guilty. Not a complaint crossed her lips sealed. Those who came to witness his punishment, seem suddenly be ashamed. This unfortunate being tortured, and who refuses to cry, force their compliance. A clap of thunder sounded above their heads.

Mairenn raised her right hand, which asked the hangman to approach her. The hangman raised her head by her hair and looked at her. 

- If you really want me to stop loving him, you should pierce my heart. You're wasting your time with your lashes. Mairenn said, a mournful voice, but audible.

The hangman let go his grip on her hair with a sudden gesture. He got up and turned his gaze to the sbire of the king, called the siteholder.

It was a day, with stifling heat and moist. The man take water from a gourd, and poured over his head and his shoulders. Mairenn waiting, without seeing anything, without looking. Her head tilted to the side, her long hair hanging over her face. She does not move, she remains motionless, as absent as if it was not her, that they were trying to humiliate. The hangman picked up his whip, and the obscene whistling begins again. Thirty shots. The back of Mairenn is now bloodied. the sbire of the king expressed his pleasure on his seat. Chuichi would like to kill him.

- Dirty whore, said the hangman. You think your shit frass will love you, after that? You'll die satanic, whispered the hangman in her ears. 

Mairenn tried as best she could, to raise her face toward him, his eyes still closed, clenched eyelids. Mairenn tries to get up using her hands. But the hangman dropped his whip on her back with force and violence, and moreover, an evident delight, as observed Chuichi, more and more nauseous.

Thirty shots. The short-handled whip, and five straps weighted two lead balls, tearing her flesh. Silently, Chuichi muttered more than five, and it's over. Suddenly, a complaint arises. It's not a scream, not even really a groan, the sound that escapes despite herself, but from a person who was suffering. That increased the anger of Chuichi. The sbire who was near him, made him a wry face satisfied.

On the ground, Mairena trembling all its members. She comes to the end of her strength. She bites her lips so hard, that it bleeds. Thirty shots. It's over. Finally, the odious punishment is ended. The hangman stepped aside. Two men appear. They raise Mairenn, exhausted and powerless. They let go their hold, and she fell without being able to hold back, she reached the ground like a dead leaf. The crowd is silent, no noise will disturb the atmosphere. In silence, the men lifted her again. Mairenn tries of stand up, but she falters again. Mairenn raised her eyes toward Chuichi, and she saw the sbire, not far of Chuichi. She recognized the man, she offered him a weak smile as an irony and let herself fall.

Seeing her lose consciousness, Chuichi went into a rage insane, she was everything to him. His hatred for the king and the sbire was so powerful that he broke his bonds. He rushed with his whole soul on the sbire, this unclean being, who was looking at him come towards him without moving, by deploying his superiority. He gave him in the stomach, a punch a phenomenal power, the strength of Chuichi, made him fall.

During this time, the spectators who had revolted, were spreading confusion in the ranks of the enemy, who fell one after another. Chuichi ran toward Mairenn, who had passed out. He took her in his arms and went to a quieter corner. He laid her on the ground and knelt beside her. Her breathing was weak, almost nonexistent but his heart was still beating. Slowly she opened her eyes and smiled. While she was struggling to catch her breath, she heard the sbire screaming with all his might, for ignite the crowd.

Chuichi was thrown a few meters away.

Mairenn tried to get up. She felt something hard wrapped around her neck, and she was dragged violently back. The hangman had recovered a chain, and tried to strangle her, under the shouts of the public. She tried of pull all her forces, she fails to free her neck, and very quickly, she began to suffocate.

- If she dies, you'll become into a huge rage, right? I'd like me to measure to you, Chuichi! said the sbire, laughing.

- Look at my wife! Look at her! Chuichi shouted.

- Your wife? You have defied the laws! shouted the King. Chuichi, you killed fifty of my men for protect her and her bastard. You really thought that I would let you do? Look at her! You still want to be beside her? he said arrogantly.

Chichi looked Mairena and turned his eyes on the King.

- Oh! I see that you didn't know this detail, said the sbire, laughing.

--- Silence ---

He fell to his knees. Mairena hardly spoke any more. Her throat irritated by all the dust inhaled, and dehydration that left just pass raucous sounds, more and more weak. She didn't enough energy to complain or struggle. She remained inert, her fingers clutching the wrist of Chuichi. Every time she opened her eyes, she was a little more hopeless. Chuichi felt silent tears on his face and guessed that she went let go off.

At that moment she was silent completely. Only her nightmares almost constant. A feeling of helplessness had taken over Mairenn, and It was the end. Chuichi pressed her against his heart, screaming his distress and his pain.

They had done everything to that they hate each, victims of prejudice. Who would have thought she would die for him. She did not shouted, she did not complain.

- Oh! I think she's dead now, said the king, he laughed uproariously. 

Chuichi got up. He looked at the man. He then felt the blood pounding fiercely in his veins. His breathing was rapid.

- We'll meet again sooner or later, I swear on my own blood, I'll kill you! shouted Chuichi. I curse your blood and your descendants. I will kill you from first to last. No matter how many lives that I'll have to deal, I'll kill you all.

Chuichi walked toward the lifeless body of Mairenn. He seized the cold hand of his love. A dull pain paralyzed his entire body, like a sneaky venom. He recited some sentences inaudible. He stuck his sword into his own heart, and he fell beside her. In a last breath, Chuichi kissed her before to whisper to her ear.

- I love you ... 

In a moment of delirium, Chuichi felt a hand touch him, his wife looked at him, smiling. He pressed himself against her, before sinking into unconsciousness of death.

**** 

The sbire looked at the scene with a smile. Suddenly, he felt a cold wind that surrounded him. He lost his smile.

Chuichi was dead, but he felt that his soul was looked him, and turned around him. He heard a voice whisper. Suddenly, an invisible hand pressed his neck. It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. Soon he was choking completely, and everything went dark.

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He died for her, she died for him .

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Amour éternel - souvenir d'une vie antérieure... année : 1113

Note de l'auteure : C'est un peu long, mais j'espère que vous apprécierez. (C'est un petit extrait de mon roman à venir) Bonne lecture!

* AMOUR ÉTERNEL *

- XXXI -

Ils attachèrent de la corde autour des poignets de Chuichi. Il fut soulevé jusqu'à ce qu'il ne puisse plus toucher le sol au milieu d’une arène au plancher en bois recouvert de sable, divisée en cinq secteurs horizontaux séparés par des couloirs.

Quelques nuages de sable se soulevèrent. Un bourreau aux muscles saillants apparut. Déployant son mètre quatre-vingt-dix, il s'offrit une ovation arrogante et rustre. Un vacarme ahurissant naquit dans le public. Tapant du pied sur les gradins branlants. Les gens criaient leur joie d'assister bientôt à un spectacle brutal, entraînant les sifflets de la foule.

Mairenn attachée les mains dans le dos à un poteau, observait la scène sans pouvoir réagir. Elle regarda l’homme qui continuait de la fixer. Le soleil illuminait maintenant toute la place et rendait le sable aveuglant. Le poteau prévu pour l’exécution s’élevait au centre de l’arène et le sang séché à sa base avait tellement imprégné le bois et le sable, qu’il demeurait indélébile.

À quelques pieds de la loge principale, le bourreau s’arrêta et salua son roi. Le roi leva la main en guise de salut et la reposa sur le bras de son fauteuil, signifiant le début de la torture. Chuichi essayait de se dégager de ses liens, mais il n’y arrivait pas.

Le bourreau se rapprocha d’elle. Il la prit par le cou et la secoua avec une violence inouïe et lui assena plusieurs coups de poings sur le visage. Mairenn était ensanglantée. Elle avait le visage défiguré par la colère, la violence. Il la frappa à plusieurs reprises, au visage et au ventre. La foule s’agitait, des exclamations mêlant toutes sortes de sentiments se faisaient entendre. Les édiles se frottaient les mains.

À la première plainte de sa belle, Chuichi était entré dans une fureur démentielle, il se débattait pour se défaire de ses liens.

Le bourreau se rendit derrière Mairenn et lui détacha les mains. Plié en deux, Mairenn tomba à genoux, peinant pour reprendre son souffle. Crachant le sable qu'elle venait d'avaler, elle se dressa sur les coudes, sonnée. Le bourreau s'avança d'un pas lourd et lui asséna un coup de pied rageur. Celui-ci la rata de peu, roulant sur le sol crasseux pour éviter les attaques. Tremblante, elle se retint de laisser échapper un cri. Un filet de sang coula de ses lèvres. Les yeux hagards, faible, elle évita une nouvelle frappe et la dévia subtilement. Elle tenta de se relever. Un coup de coude précis heurta la tempe de Mairenn. Vacillante, elle tomba dans les bras de son tortionnaire. Les yeux clos, les larmes de Chuichi auraient pu lui monter aux yeux devant la cruauté du spectacle, donc il était obligé malgré lui d'assister.

Un coup de pied percuta le visage de Mairenn, puis un autre dans le ventre. La violence du choc l'envoya percuter le poteau. Il la saisit par le cou, et la tint à bout de bras les pieds à quinze centimètres du sol, petit à petit il comprima sa gorge pour tenter de l'achever dans une lente et atroce asphyxie. Instinctivement Mairenn inspira mais l'air refusa d'entrer dans ses poumons. La moindre parcelle de son être était démolie, elle sentait un froid morbide l'envahir peu à peu. Elle ne tarderait plus à s'éteindre, comme consumer par la douleur.

Elle peinait à garder les yeux ouverts mais tenait à ce que la dernière chose qu'elle verrait en ce monde soit l'homme dont elle était éprise. Elle ne parvenait plus à arracher son regard de lui malgré la souffrance pitoyable. L'effort devenu trop grand, ses paupières se fermèrent d'elles-mêmes. Le bourreau la laissa tomber. Elle toussa à plusieurs reprises.

Puis tout à coup avec une soudaineté et une rapidité surprenante, son bourreau arriva derrière elle, lève le bras et laisse retomber la lanière d’un fouet sur le dos de Mairenn. On entendit à nouveau le claquement dur et sec du fouet cinglant le dos de Mairenn.

Le sifflement du fouet soulève le cœur de Chuichi. Il ne supportait plus d'assister à cela. Et ce qui l'écoeure bien plus encore c'est la foule de badauds qui vient immanquablement se repaître de ce genre de spectacle. Le bourreau continua son office. Son bras se lève et s'abaisse maintenant avec une régularité de métronome. Dix coups déjà. Mairenn a fermé les yeux. Plus elle souffrait, plus les spectateurs sifflaient et criaient leur satisfaction.

Ses paupières closes révèlent le fard qui les maquille. Quinze coups. Chuichi voit le visage de Mairenn se contracter. Vingt coups, sous les yeux de son bien-aimé. Chuichi peut sentir sa souffrance, elle est palpable, on la devine sous cette apparente dureté, sous ses yeux résolument fermés.

Sur la place, un silence quasi religieux plana. La foule se tait. Pas de cris, pas d'insultes, aucune des imprécations ne furent entendues. La populace commence à se rendre compte que la femme que l'on maltraite ainsi n'est pas coupable. Pas une plainte ne franchissait les lèvres scellées de Mairenn. Ceux qui sont venus assister à son châtiment, paraissent tout à coup avoir honte. Cette malheureuse que l'on torture, et qui refuse de crier, force leur respect. Un coup de tonnerre retentit au-dessus de leurs têtes.


Mairenn leva la main droite, qui demandait au bourreau de s'approcher. Le bourreau leva la tête de Mairenn par les cheveux et la regarda.

- Si vous voulez vraiment que je cesse de l'aimer, vous devrez me transpercer le coeur. Vous perdez votre temps avec vos coups de fouet . dit Mairenn, d'une voix douloureuse, mais audible.

Le bourreau relâcha sa tête avec un geste brusque. Il se leva et tourna son regard vers le sbire du roi, appelé le maître des lieux.

Il fait chaud, une chaleur étouffante et moite. Le bourreau s'abreuve longuement à l'eau d'une gourde, puis verse le reste sur sa tête et ses épaules. Mairenn attend, sans rien voir, sans rien regarder. Sa tête inclinée sur le côté, ses longues mèches pendant de part et d'autre de son visage. Elle ne bouge pas, elle reste immobile, comme absente, comme si ce n'était pas elle qu'on humiliait. Le bourreau ramassa son fouet et à nouveau le sifflement obscène reprend. Trente coups. Le dos de Mairenn est maintenant en sang. Le sbire présent manifesta son plaisir, en s'agitant sur son siège. Chuichi aimerait le tuer, il voudrait brandir son épée et lui enfoncer dans le cœur.

- Sale putain, dit le bourreau. Tu crois que ta chiabrena va avoir vouloir de toi après ça? Tu vas mourir satanique, murmura le bourreau à ses oreilles.

Mairenn tenta comme elle put, de lever son visage vers lui, les yeux toujours clos, les paupières crispées. Mairenn essaie de se relever à l’aide de ses main. Mais le bourreau laissa tomber le fouet sur son dos avec une force et une violence ignoble et de surcroît, une évidente délectation, comme le constate Chuichi, de plus en plus nauséeux.

Trente coups. Le fouet, à manche court et à cinq lanières lestées de deux boules de plomb déchire sa chair.

Silencieusement Chuichi, marmonna plus que cinq, plus que cinq et tout sera terminé. Tout à coup, une plainte s'élève. Ce n'est pas un cri, même pas vraiment un gémissement, c'est le son qui échappe malgré elle à un être qui souffre.

Chuichi en a un coup au cœur qui ne fit qu’emplifier sa colère. Le sbire qui s’était rapprocher de lui, a une moue satisfaite. Les mains de Chuichi se crispent.

Sur le sol, Mairenn tremble de tous ses membres. Elle arrive au bout de ses forces. Elle se mord si fort les lèvres, qu'elles en saignent. Trente coups. C'est terminé, enfin l'odieuse séance prend fin. Le bourreau s'écarte. Deux hommes apparaissent. Ils soulèvent Mairenn épuisée et sans force. Ils lâchèrent leur emprise, et elle tomba sans pouvoir se retenir, elle arriva au sol comme une feuille morte.

La foule se tient muette, pas un bruit ne vient troubler l'atmosphère. En silence les hommes la souleva à nouveau. Mairenn essaie de se tenir debout, mais elle chancelle à nouveau. Mairenn leva le regard vers Chuichi, et elle vit le pantin du roi non loin de Chuichi. Reconnaissant l'homme, elle lui offrit un faible sourire, en guise d’ironie et se laissa tomber.

En la voyant perdre conscience, Chuichi entra dans une rage démentielle, elle était tout ce qu'il lui restait de bon sur cette Terre et personne n'avait le droit de lui faire le moindre mal. Sa haine envers le roi et le sbire fut si puissante, qu'il brisa ses liens. Libéré de cette emprise, il fonça avec toute son âme vers le sbire, cet être immonde qui le regardait se diriger vers lui sans bouger, déployant sa supériorité. Il lui donna en plein ventre, un coup de poing d'une puissance phénoménale, la force de Chuichi, le fit s’effondrer.

Pendant ce temps, les spectateurs qui s'étaient révoltés semaient le trouble dans le rangs des ennemis qui tombaient les uns après les autres. Chuichi se précipita vers Mairenn qui avait perdu connaissance. Il la prit dans ses bras et se rendit dans un coin plus tranquille. Il la coucha par terre et s'agenouilla à ses côtés. Sa respiration était faible, presque inexistante mais son cœur battait, il battait encore. Doucement elle ouvrit les yeux et sourit. Alors qu’elle avait du mal à reprendre sa respiration, elle entendit le sbire pousser un hurlement pour enflammer  la foule. Chuichi fut projeté à quelque mètres de là. Mairenn se releva à peine, elle sentit quelque chose de dur s'enrouler autour de son cou et elle fut traînée violemment en arrière. Le bourreau avait récupéré une chaîne et tentait de l’étrangler, sous les cris du public. Elle eut beau tirer de toutes ses forces, elle ne réussit pas à la dégager de son cou, et très vite, elle se mit à suffoquer.

- Si elle meurt, il y a de fortes chances, que tu deviennes en colère, non? J'aimerais bien, me mesurer à toi, Chuichi! dit le sbire en riant. 
- Regarde ma femme dans quel état elle est! Regarde-là! 
- Vous avez défié les lois! cria le Roi. Chuichi, tu as assassiné cinquante de mes hommes pour la protéger, elle et son bâtard. Tu croyais vraiment, que j'allais vous laisser faire? Regarde-là! Tu as encore envie d'être à ses côtés? dit-il avec arrogance.


Chichi regarda Mairenn,  et reposa son regard sur le Roi.


- Oh! Je vois que tu ignorais ce détail, dit le sbire, en riant.

Il tomba à genoux, Mairenn ne parlait presque plus. Sa gorge irritée par toute la poussière qu'elle avait inhalée et par la déshydratation ne laissait plus passer que de vagues sons rauques, de plus en plus faibles. Elle n'avait plus assez d'énergie pour se plaindre ou se débattre. Elle restait inerte, ses doigts crispés sur le poignet de Chuichi.
À chaque fois qu'elle ouvrait les yeux, toujours presque en même temps, elle se trouvait un peu plus faible, un peu plus mal, un peu plus désespérée. Chuichi sentit des larmes silencieuses inonder son visage et devina qu'elle était sur le point de lâcher prise.

À partir de cet instant, elle se tût complètement. Seuls ses cauchemars quasi continuels parvenaient encore à lui tirer quelques gémissements. Un sentiment d'impuissance avait pris le dessus sur Mairenn et ce fut la fin.

Chuichi la serra contre son coeur tout en hurlant sa peine et sa douleur. Ils avaient tout fait pour qu'ils se haïssent, victimes de préjugés. Qui aurait cru qu'elle allait mourir pour lui. Elle n'a pas crié, elle ne s'est pas plaint à aucun moment.

- Oh! Je crois qu'elle est morte à présent, dit le sbire en riant à gorge déployée.

Chuichi se releva. Il leva les yeux vers l'homme. Il sentit alors le sang battre férocement dans ses veines. Sa respiration était rapide.

- Sale bâtard, cria Chung. Nous nous reverrons tôt ou tard, je le jure sur mon propre sang, je te tuerai! Je maudis ton sang et ta descendance. Je vous tuerai du premier au dernier. Peu importe le nombre de vies que je devrai me taper, je vous tuerai tous.

Chuichi se dirigea vers le corps inerte de Mairenn. Il récita quelques phrases inaudibles. Il planta son épée dans son propre coeur, et il tomba à côté d'elle. Dans un dernier souffle, Chuichi embrassa Mairenn avant de lui murmurer.

- Je t'aime…

Dans un moment de délire, Chuichi sentit une main se glisser dans la sienne, sa femme le regardait en souriant. Il se pressa encore plus contre elle, avant de sombrer dans l'inconscience de la mort.

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Le sbire regarda la scène avec un sourire. Du coup, il sentit un vent froid qui semblait l'entourer. Il perdit son sourire.

Chuichi était mort et mais il avait l'impression que son âme le regardait, tournait autour de lui.

Il entendit une voix murmurer. Soudain, une main invisible serra son cou. 

L’étreinte se resserra et il avait de plus en plus de mal à respirer. Bientôt, elle l'étranglait complètement, et tout devint noir.

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Il est mort pour elle, elle est morte pour lui...

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Undying Love - Chapter XXX - Forever

* UNDYING LOVE *

XXIX

Madailéin came to snuggle against him and he hugged her in his arms to have it against his heart that was beating again. 

- Say that you could have miss it all ... she murmured. 

- I would have passed beside of it all? he said, turning suddenly. 

- Well yes, if you had not waited so long to come talk to me, we'd be together for a long time, she said.

- Well, excuse me, but you've seen, when you walk on the street? You never smiled, I felt that you were going to bite me, if I had approached ... 

- It's not my fault if you're scared ... she said. 

- Call me poltroon while you're at it! he replied. 

- It's not me who said it ... she said with a grin. 

He squinted. He leaned on his elbow and looked at her.

- Do you know how you can be boring? he asked with a sigh. 

- Yes, I admit that it's part of my charm ... but I was before you talk to me, you say it yourself a few minutes ago ... she says, always with a smirk. 

- Argh ... just forget it. 

She was lost in thought. She sighed and turned to him and kissed his shoulder.

- My dreams are more frequent now, since ... you know, "she said hesitantly. 

- What do you mean, asked Chung, turning to her. 

- You know that we have suffered in past lives, I fear what may happen in this one, she said. Being forced to fight for the right to love, I can not understand.

- You know, people have changed ... There are more laws against mixed marriages ... These are all laws that Americans and British have created, who came to fuck the shit. And after years and years, of interdiction, you come to think in this way. 

- Yeah, the laws no longer exist, but mentality, it ... it is ingrained. Ah, people have changed, they no longer burn people at the stake, but they burn us with their eyes ... it's the same. Unconsciously, I thought if I stayed near you, I would suffer and you would suffer.

She fixed the ceiling. 

-Mairenn. he said softly, she continued to fix the ceiling. Mairenn, look at me, he insisted in putting his palm on her cheek. Without moving her head, she looked away at him. It was the only way to have you in my life. 

- ... 

- Mairenn, despite all the discussions you're always trying to provoke, thinking I'm going to be away from you, you will not succeed. You can never break this pact that exists between you and me. he said before kissing her gently. 

She smiled. 

- You knew that the painting at the museum was us? she asked calmly.

- Yes ... 

- Why did not you say? 

- You see me trying to tell you that this painting was us, 160 years ago? You would have reacted how do you think? You would have taken me for a fool, "he said. 

- I'm Irish, phenomena of this kind, it knows me ... she said. If you knew who I was before to talk to me, why you didn't done anything before, she asked with tears in her voice.

- I was not sure at first, it is when I touched your hand at the museum, everything became clear ... he said. I already knew in my heart, but I needed a sign ... that's all. And all these feelings that came from me, you can not know, I was afraid of losing control. 

- You, lose control? Interesting ... Madailéin said with a smirk before kissing her. I'm curious to see it ... she said, laughing against his lips. 

- It should be provoke me for that! he replied, taking her hand.

His lips entered into contact with metal and he realized it was her alliance. He passed his thumb over, in thinking that was that little piece of metal. 

- I brought it with me the other day, she said. Your sister knows about us? 

- Yes, he said. You knew that Sami was (...) 

- Yes, I know who he is ... He betrayed us in the past. All these dreams, all these revelations arising ... it hurts sometimes.

- I know ... 

- You knew the museum was destroyed by fire three times and that the painting was still remained intact? she asked. 

- Yes, I know ... 

- But what kind of pact we made? Despite the many dreams that I do, I've never known, she said. 

He remained silent. He looked at her without saying anything.

- Chung? she said looking at him. 

- Mairen, listen to me, this does not matter all that, "he said coldly. 

- Why do you refuse to tell me? she asked, surprised. 

- I do not want to discuss it, "he said coldly. 

She looked at him without understanding ... he had changed his look. He became dark and she saw the anger in his eyes..

- You don't know, that's why you refuse to tell me ... she said giving him a loving punch on his shoulder. 

- Madailéiin, I said that I did not want you talking about that, you listen to me, shit! he cried. 

She stood up abruptly. 

- Where are you going? Chung asked, turning to her. 

- I will to eat, I'm hungry. she said coldly.

- You stay here, he said. 

- You'll do what to, if not? 

- You come here, he said sternly. 

- You take you for who, to give me orders like this? she asked, fixing him. 

- For your husband, you come here, he said. 

- It gives you the right to talk to me like that, tell me what I have to do? 

- Yes, you come here.

- No ... she said, in leaving the room. 

He jumped up and caught her by the arm. He took her into the bedroom and threw her on the futon. 

He looked at her, she had frozen. 

- Are you okay? he worried.

She watched him carefully, and he nodded. 

- I still miss tact ... he said. 

After a few moments Madailéin got up, and she clung to him and shoved his face into his neck. 

- What do you think? he whispered, seeing her thoughtful. 

- Nothing.

- Madailéin, don't try to find what it was, but rather enjoys the present moment. Maybe life want to be forgiven the past, the wheel must rotate at one time or another, he said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. Our souls are sealed. 

She did not answer but he felt, she was trying not to debate the subject.

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Amour éternel - Chapitre XXX - À jamais...

* AMOUR ÉTERNEL *

XXX

Madailéin vint se blottir contre lui et il l'enlaça de ses bras pour l'avoir contre son cœur qui s'était remis à battre.

- Dire que tu as failli passer à côté de tout ça… murmura-t-elle.
- J'aurais passé à côté de ça? dit-il en se tournant brusquement.
- Bien oui, si tu avais pas tant attendu pour venir me parler, on serait ensemble depuis longtemps, dit-elle.
- Bien, excuse-moi, mais tu t'es vu quand tu marches sur la rue? Tu ne souriais jamais, j'avais l'impression que tu allais me mordre si je t'avais approché...
- Ce n'est pas de ma faute, si tu es peureux... dit-elle.
- Traite-moi de poltron pendant que tu y es! répondit-il.
- Ce n'est pas moi qui l'ai dit... dit-elle avec un sourire en coin.

Il plissa les yeux. Il s'appuya sur son coude et la regarda.

- Est-ce que tu le sais à quel point tu peux être chiante? demanda-t-il en soupirant.
- Oui, j'avoue que ça fait partie de mon charme... mais, je l'étais avant que tu me parles, tu l'as dit toi-même il y a quelques minutes... dit-elle toujours avec ce sourire en coin.
- Argh... laisse tomber.

Elle se perdit dans ses pensées. Elle soupira et tourna vers lui et embrassa son épaule.

- Mes rêves sont plus fréquents à présent, depuis... tu sais, dit-elle, hésitante.
- Qu'est-ce que tu veux dire, demanda-t-il en se retournant vers elle.
- Tu sais que nous avons beaucoup souffert dans les vies passées, je crains de ce qui peut arriver dans celle-ci, dit -elle. Être obligé de se battre pour avoir le droit de s'aimer, je n'arrive pas à comprendre.
- Tu sais, les gens ont évolué... Il n'y a plus de lois contre les mariages mixtes... Ce sont toutes ces lois que les américains et les britanniques ont créées qui sont venues foutre la merde. Et après des années et des années, d'interdiction, tu en viens à penser que de cette façon.
- Ouais, les lois n'existent plus, mais la mentalité, elle... elle est bien ancrée. Ah, les gens ont évolué, ils ne brûlent plus les gens sur les bûchers, mais ils nous brûlent du regard... ça revient au même. Inconsciemment, je croyais que si je restais près de toi, je souffrirais et tu souffrirais.

Elle fixa le plafond.

-Mairenn. dit-il doucement alors qu'elle continuait de fixer le plafond. Mairenn, regarde-moi, insista-t-il en posant sa paume sur sa joue. Sans bouger la tête, elle détourna le regard sur lui. C'était la seule façon de t'avoir dans ma vie. 

- ...

- Mairenn, malgré toutes les discussions que tu essaies toujours de provoquer en pensant que je vais m'éloigner de toi, tu ne réussiras pas. Tu ne pourras jamais briser ce pacte qu'il y a entre toi et moi. dit-il avant de l'embrasser doucement.

Elle lui sourit.

- Tu savais que le tableau du musée c'était nous? demanda-t-elle calmement.
- Oui...
- Pourquoi n'as-tu rien dit?
- Tu me vois en train de te dire que ce tableau c'était nous, il y a 160 ans? Tu aurais réagi de quelle façon, selon toi? Tu m'aurais pris pour un fou, dit-il.
- Je suis irlandaise, les phénomènes de ce genre, ça me connaît... dit-elle. Si tu savais qui j'étais avant de me parler, pourquoi n'as-tu rien fait avant, demanda-t-elle avec des sanglots dans la voix.
- Je n'étais pas certain au début, c'est quand j'ai frôlé ta main au musée, que tout est devenu clair... dit-il. Je le savais déjà au fond de moi, mais j'avais besoin d'un signe... c'est tout. Et toute ces sensations qui émanaient de moi, tu ne peux pas savoir, j'avais peur de perdre le contrôle.
- Toi, perdre le contrôle? Intéressant… dit Madailéin avec un sourire en coin avant de l'embrasser. Je serais curieuse de voir ça… ajouta-t-elle en riant contre mes lèvres.
- Il faudrait me provoquer pour ça! répondit-il en prenant sa main.

Ses lèvres rentrèrent en contact avec du métal et il réalisa qu'il s'agissait de son alliance. Il passa son pouce dessus en pensant à ce que représentait ce petit bout de métal.

- Je l'ai ramené avec moi l'autre fois, dit-elle. Ta soeur est au courant pour nous?
- Oui, dit-il. Tu savais que Sami était (...)
- Oui, je sais qui il est... il nous a trahi dans le passé. Tous ces rêves, toutes ces révélations qui en découlent... c'est douloureux parfois.
- Je sais...
- Tu savais que le musée avait été victime d'un incendie à trois reprises et que le tableau était toujours resté intacte? demanda-t-elle.
- Oui, je sais...
- Mais quel genre de pacte nous avons fait? Malgré les nombreux rêves que je fais, je ne l'ai jamais su, dit-elle.

Il resta silencieux. Il la regarda sans rien dire.

- Chung? dit-elle en le regardant.
- Mairenn, écoute-moi, ce n'est pas important tout ça, dit-il froidement.
- Pourquoi tu refuses de me le dire? demanda-t-elle surprise.
- Je n'ai plus envie de discuter de ça, dit-il toujours aussi froidement.

Elle le regarda sans comprendre... il avait changé de regard. Il était devenu sombre et elle voyait de la colère dans ses yeux.

- Tu ne le sais pas, c'est pour ça que tu refuses de me le dire... dit-elle en lui donnant un coup de poing affectueux sur l'épaule.
- Madailéiin, j'ai dit que je ne voulais plus qu'on parle de ça, tu m'écoutes, merde! cria-t-il.

Elle se leva brusquement.

- Où vas-tu? demanda Chung en se tournant vers elle.
- Je vais manger, j'ai faim. dit-elle froidement à son tour.
- Tu restes ici, dit-il.
- Tu vas faire quoi, sinon?
- Tu viens ici, dit-il sévèrement.
- Tu te prends pour qui pour me donner des ordres comme ça? demanda-t-elle en le fixant.
- Pour ton mari, tu viens ici, dit-il.
- Ça te donne le droit de me parler comme ça, de me dire ce que j'ai à faire?
- Oui, tu viens ici.
- Non... dit-elle en sortant de la chambre.

Il se leva brusquement et la rattrapa par le bras. Il la fit entrer dans la chambre et la jeta sur le futon.

Il la regarda, elle s'était figé.

- Ça va? s'inquiéta-t-il.

Elle le regardait avec prudence, et il hocha la tête.

- Je manque toujours autant de tact… dit-il.

Au bout de quelques instants, Madailéin se leva, et elle se colla lui, et fourra mon visage dans son cou.

- À quoi penses-tu? susurra-t-il en la voyant songeuse.
- À rien.
- Madailéin, ne cherche pas à savoir ce qui était, mais apprécie plutôt l'instant présent. Peut être que la vie veut se faire pardonner du passé, la roue doit tourner un jour ou l'autre, dit-il en lui donnant un baiser sur le front. Nos âmes sont scellées, c'est ainsi.

Elle ne répondit pas mais il sentait, qu'elle se faisait violence pour ne pas débattre sur le sujet.

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Undying love - I am you and you are me ... it sucks sometimes ... but...

* UNDYING LOVE *

XXIX

_ What you think? she said with a small voice.

_ ...

As in a foreboding, her pulse quickens.

_ We must to talk, he said finally.

She began to worry.

_ About what? she asked.

_ I have to go, he said without emotion.

_ I do not understand.

_ I leave this country ... definitely. I shall never return ...

_ Where are you going? she asked, not realizing what he had just said.

_ I'll join my brother, he replied without blinking.

_ Why? she asked, stunned.

_ Why? You thought that I would never know? he said, his eyes became threatening.

_ What are you talking about? she asked, exasperated.

_ You're unfaithful how long?

_ What? I hope you're kidding, she said.

She tried to approach him. She needed to touch him. She did not understand.

_ Stay where you are, he said angrily. Do not touch me. If you think I'm going to be touched by a woman who is f*uc*ing with another man, you're wrong.

She raised and clapped violently on his cheek. She turned.

*****

- Chung, I'll go crazy with this movie! she whispered loud enough.

Seeing that he did not react, she grabbed his arm.

- Chung, listen. she said.
- Shhh ... She slapped him, it's unbelievable, a woman should never be disrespectful like that to her husband, he said.
- Chung, it's just a movie and (...)
- Don't you dare do that to me, he said. In addition, they are in public ... she made a scene in public, never do it to me, he added,
- Do I look like a woman who makes scenes in public? she says with a sigh.
- But if one day you hit me, I'll hit you also, he said.
- You gonna hit me? she said surprised.
- Yes, and even more, if you are unfaithful, he said. You're a redhead, and everyone knows that redheads love sex, he said with a grin.
- Oh! Then, a tantrum in public, it would be ok for you? Just the idea to make you lose face, as you try to do it with me? she asked, fixing him coldly.
- If you react like that is because you may have already been unfaithful, or you intend to do, he said without looking.
- You make me a scene because a damn movie?! I am leaving, I've heard enough, she said, rising.

Her words gave him the effect of a shock. She could not leave.

He got up. Madailéin was moving with determination toward the stairs.

- Madailéin! he said.
- Go away, she said in looking the stairs.
- Madailéin, wait, don't go, he said more firmly.

She froze and then turned around by pointing the finger.

- You know what? You're a moron, Chung! she said with a face distorted by rage.
- Me, a moron? he retorted angrily.
- Exactly! You'll be better without me, go watching your movie. she said coldly. Your words stink the prejudices. You're a racist, Chung. It's a feeling I know only too well unfortunately.
- I also know that feeling, and even more than you, Madailéin ... Starting with your mother, he said angrily.
- Yes, but unlike you, I take your defense. And I stopped all contact with her, to prevent she hurts you.

Her last sentence broke in his throat.

He could not help smiling. He did not want, but it was stronger than him.

- What do you find funny! she said angrily.
- It's your hot-blooded Irish makes me smile, if you could see your eyes when you are like that. If there were not all these people, I would like take you right away.
- If you think I want it now ... she said angrily. Shit, Chung! You don't remember anymore? You and me, it means nothing to you? I feel that Sami was right. You do not take our relationship seriously, I'm only an amusement for you, she said coldly.

He raised his head immediately.

- What did you say?
- You understand what I said, she said.

She saw his chest rise up and his nostrils dilate with each breath.

- Stop Madailéin! he said firmly.
- Why I would stop? Why Chung? she murmured.

He stood to contemplate it, not knowing if he could touch her.

- Madailéin ... I hate sushi. It makes me sick. he murmured.
- You do not like sushi? she stammered. You think it's time to tell me that?

He looked straight in the eye, or she understood or he went on his way. Alone ...

- The Movie? It was how? It is already finished?! said a voice behind them.
- Sorry for the delay, we had an unexpected, What's wrong?! Mai said, surprised.
- Chung does not like sushi, Madailéin said.
- It's no secret, he loves only the Irish stew, said Mai.
- Ah! replied Madailéin finding nothing else to say.

Chung approached to Madailéin.

- Maddie, we go home? whispered Chung.

It was more a affirmation than a question.

- Your sister has just arrived with her boyfriend, she replied with a small voice.
- All this story made me hungry, darling, "he said.
- We could go eat somewhere with them, what do you think about, she asked.
- No, Madailéin. You gave me hungry, it's you I want, not food! he said, without realizing that he had raised his voice.

People in the cinema entrance and turned abruptly, eyes wide open.

... Silence ...

- Oh! Sorry, but when he's hungry, he lost his manners! she said with a giggle, she swallowed immediately, given the way people look at them.

... silence ...

- Chung, what are you doing? said Mai, laughing. There is lots of people here, do you remember, there are places for that!

Chung took the hand of Madailéin, and they headed toward the exit.

- Are you going already, said Mai, surprised.
- Yes, we are in a hurry, replied Chung on gruffly.
- You're hurry, you mean! says the Mai's boyfriend. If I had known, I'd stayed in bed!
- I thought we could go somewhere after the movie, says Mai.
- It's very kind of you, but it will be another time, said Chung always surly.

He took Madailéin by the arm and they left in haste.

- Well! That'll teach me to want to be nice with such a boorish, said Mai.

**** 

Without leaving their embrace, Chung gave a kick to close the door of the house.

- Chung, it's not nice to have refused the invitation to your sister, said Madailéin.
- Currently, I don't feel like to discuss. he said looking at her.
- Oh! I know that look, she said.

She played with his hair, she came sticking her forehead against his and he tightened his arms around her waist.

- Chung, she whispered. I need you, she said before kissing her gently.

He realized she had finished removing his shirt when he felt her moist lips on his chest. His kisses made him lose patience. He presses it against the living room wall. He kissed her all over the face, neck, shoulders and even let it slip his mouth on her sweet skin. His hands had already found their way onto her thighs and they went up dangerously under her dress. She moaned and it would not help the pain he felt, he pressed himself against her, seeking a friction.

He unbuttoned her pants under her intense gaze. She stared at his scars furtively, as it was the first time. He took her hand and drew her toward the bedroom. He made him fall on the futon, he stood over her and she raised her legs against his hips.

- Chung ... her sighed.

He reveled in her pale skin, she began to undulate and frantically grabbed his scalp with force. He wanted to make love to her as she asked him, he wanted to give her pleasure, give the love she deserved.

- Chung ... she whispered between her moans of pleasure. Take me as I like ...
- I wanted to (...)
- Chung, look at me, she said with eyes half closed. You think you'll be able tonight? she asked.
- More than you think! he said.
- Prove it to me! she said before putting her lips over his own and ride her pelvis against his.

Sighing, she dropped her head back a short time before going back her eyes in his. Slowly, she sat on her thighs and pressed his pelvis against his intimacy that was about to explode.

Their embrace had nothing to do with others. There was savagery, not to say bestiality. Quite simply, a man and a woman who shared their feelings. He wanted feel her waving on him, hear her sigh, feel her nails into his skin.

Her pelvis movements became more insistent and cadence increased. Their breaths mingled and became increasingly erratic as the pleasure grew.

- Chuichi ... gives me the life ... let me relive again ... she said.

Their eyes was intensified. He saw her shudder as his gaze was intense.

He had trouble breathing, he desired her.

- You want to relive ... I'll make you vibrate ... trust me ...
- What are you waiting for ... said Madailéin.

He increased the strength and frequency.

- Mairenn, he said, pinching her skin.

She exploded, screaming, triggering his as well.

He dropped on her, the pleasure had softened his muscles.

- You know you're heavy? she says, laughing.
- Excuse me ... he said, laughing in his turn.

He wanted to tell her he loved her more than anything, but the words remained stuck in his throat.

The warmth of his naked body close to hers, reassured her, comforted her.

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