『翻译』一个剑白的小短文
其实此文完全弄不懂攻受……
我只想说，我恨完美，我想看见野狗咬烂纯白的月亮，如果没有野狗，十一番的野兽也行。
剑八走过瀞灵廷的街道时，遇见了那名贵族，他称作队长羽织的破布上沾满汗迹血痕，一坨极具破坏力的粉色副队，在他背上开心地上蹿下跳。
【据Ent建议改：这里的关键词是粉色、球、破坏、副队长、还有在剑八背上跳，要全都翻出句子就太长了，中间加逗号……“球”用了母鸡传给我的meme“一坨”，“doom”这个词蛮奇怪的……用毁灭有点out of character……再怎么强大八千流也是个loli，于是用了比较中性的“破坏”】
两名十一番队员路过的时候，白哉唯一的反应是轻蔑地哼了一声。
虽然八千流在大谈她“修理”虚的事情，剑八刚刚好听到了那一声。
“你说什么？”
白哉停步，转过来看着这位队长同僚，剑八专注地看着他。警觉的眼神，全身是血，举止毫无尊严，嗓音粗粝不堪——剑八是个暴徒中都罕见的标准暴徒，这个野兽怎么能把脚踏在这里的土地上，玷污瀞灵廷？
【依旧是据Ent建议改……同僚、举止和嗓音是直接借用Ent的，Beady eyes原来是个专有名词，blood soaked可能是指剑八全身是血而不是眼睛里的血丝，我给Ent桑造成了坏影响……the very sole entity of a thug of thugs纠结，我可能有点添油加醋了……】
“我没说，你耳朵里进脏东西了？”
“你眼睛瞎啦？你肯定说了。”
“我没有。”
“你说了。”
“我没有。”
“你说了！”
六番队长眨了下眼，忍住没有叹气出声：“我哼了一声。”
【据Ent建议改……】
“你哼了一声。”
“对。”
“你招惹我，是吧，小子？”
“嘿！小剑！你在跟大白玩游戏吗？我能跟你们玩吗？求求你！求求求求求求你！”
“我们没玩游戏，你走吧，自己回番队，八千流。”
剑八转而注意白哉。牵星箝，白皙的肤色，禁欲主义的脸（翻译：虽然有点别扭，但这个词实在用得太经典了！），戴着娘娘腔十足的昂贵围巾，高深莫测的表情。白哉是统治瀞灵廷的贵族中的精英。他只想一拳把这张脸打烂。
“如果是的话，你过来，当着我的面说，别在我背后像个丫头一样哼哼。”
“我不想回答。”白哉说。
“怎么？你没种？”剑八逼近了。
“不是，我觉得你这种下等生物，没有足够脑细胞理解我的意思。”
剑八眯起眼睛，揉着指节：“好象你也没有足够脑细胞说出来呀，要不要免费修理一下呢？朝你鼻子上来一拳就够了。”
“剑八，你敢动我一个脏指头，我就……”
白哉闪开了剑八打向他脸的拳头。
“你想干嘛？撩撩头发？哈，我好害怕啊！”
“我会告诉你什么叫害怕的，剑八。”
“你想干嘛？用你的破风花纱揍我的屁股？我打赌，我会让你哭得像个小丫头！”
“是的！你肯定会喜欢的，我会让你跪下来求饶的！”白哉愤怒地扯下风花纱：“来了！”
停顿。
她的视线只及两个大男人膝盖高，八千流看到两人的表情慢慢石化。
剑八无声地离开了，然后是白哉。
四十年内，他们没有再对视过对方的眼睛。
—————我——是——原——文——的——分——割——线—————
http://community.livejournal.com/springkink/459804.html
It was Zaraki who passed through the aristocrat at the Seireitei corridor, all sweaty, blood stained and in the rags he called Captain’s outfit, while the pink ball of doom of a vice captain bounced cheerfully at his back.
Byakuya’s only reaction as both of the 11th division members passed him by was a short nasal voice that clearly signifies disgust.
And despite Yachiru’s very loud explanation of her latest ‘Nip and rip the Hollows project’, Kenpachi just have the exact timing to hear it.
“Did ya just say something?”
Byakuya stopped and turned around to look at his fellow captain, who had his sole attention focused on him. Beady eyes, blood soaked, no sense of dignity and growling voice—Zaraki Kenpachi was the very sole entity of a thug of thugs. How could this creature even walk and blemish the soils of Seireitei? “I did not. Have you been using dirt to clean your ears again?”
“Like how you use wax to rub your eyes? You definitely did say something.”
“I did not.”
“You did.”
“I did not.”
“You DID.”
The sixth division captain slowly blinked and stopped himself from sighing loudly. “I made a sound.”
“You made a sound.”
“Yes.”
“You tryin’ to mess with me, young master?”
“Hey, hey, hey, Ken-chan, are you playing a game with Bya-kun? Can I play too? Please please? Pretty pretty please?”
“NO, we’re not playing, and stay out of this. Go back to the division by yourself, Yachiru.” Kenpachi turned his attention back to Byakuya. Hair curlers, fair complexion, stoic face, a goddamn sissy scarf that can buy a house and unreadable expression, Kuchiki Byakuya was the avatar of the haughty blue blood that has been dominant in the shinigami ranks for centuries. How much he wished to crack that porcelain face with his fist. “If it is so, then you come and say it to my face. Don’t go around making girly noises behind my back.”
“I have no desire to answer that,” Byakuya said.
“Why, not enough balls to do it?” Kenpachi said, advancing further.
“No, because I did not think you low lives would have enough working brain cells to understand the meaning behind it.”
Zaraki narrowed his eyes and cracked his knuckles. “And apparently you don’t have enough brain to say it outright, either. How about I give you a special medical treatment free of charge? One fist to your nose oughtta do it.”
“Lay one filthy finger on me, Zaraki, and I shall--”
Byakuya moved in time to evade Kenpachi’s fist aiming for his face.
“You’ll what? Flip your hair in disgust? Ooooh, I’m scared!”
“I shall teach you the word fear, Zaraki.”
“What’re you gonna do? Smack my ass with that sissy scarf?! I swear I’ll make you whimper like a girl!”
“Yes, I bet you will love that! And I shall make you beg for mercy beneath me!” Byakuya immediately reached for his scarf in fury. “Well, here it comes!”
Pause.
From her position somewhere around the two grown men’s knees, Yachiru saw their expression slowly grinding down to stone-like.
Kenpachi was the first to leave quietly, and with his silent departing, Byakuya decided to cooperate as well.
They could only look at each other in the eye without looking away a good forty years later.
我只想说，我恨完美，我想看见野狗咬烂纯白的月亮，如果没有野狗，十一番的野兽也行。
剑八走过瀞灵廷的街道时，遇见了那名贵族，他称作队长羽织的破布上沾满汗迹血痕，一坨极具破坏力的粉色副队，在他背上开心地上蹿下跳。
【据Ent建议改：这里的关键词是粉色、球、破坏、副队长、还有在剑八背上跳，要全都翻出句子就太长了，中间加逗号……“球”用了母鸡传给我的meme“一坨”，“doom”这个词蛮奇怪的……用毁灭有点out of character……再怎么强大八千流也是个loli，于是用了比较中性的“破坏”】
两名十一番队员路过的时候，白哉唯一的反应是轻蔑地哼了一声。
虽然八千流在大谈她“修理”虚的事情，剑八刚刚好听到了那一声。
“你说什么？”
白哉停步，转过来看着这位队长同僚，剑八专注地看着他。警觉的眼神，全身是血，举止毫无尊严，嗓音粗粝不堪——剑八是个暴徒中都罕见的标准暴徒，这个野兽怎么能把脚踏在这里的土地上，玷污瀞灵廷？
【依旧是据Ent建议改……同僚、举止和嗓音是直接借用Ent的，Beady eyes原来是个专有名词，blood soaked可能是指剑八全身是血而不是眼睛里的血丝，我给Ent桑造成了坏影响……the very sole entity of a thug of thugs纠结，我可能有点添油加醋了……】
“我没说，你耳朵里进脏东西了？”
“你眼睛瞎啦？你肯定说了。”
“我没有。”
“你说了。”
“我没有。”
“你说了！”
六番队长眨了下眼，忍住没有叹气出声：“我哼了一声。”
【据Ent建议改……】
“你哼了一声。”
“对。”
“你招惹我，是吧，小子？”
“嘿！小剑！你在跟大白玩游戏吗？我能跟你们玩吗？求求你！求求求求求求你！”
“我们没玩游戏，你走吧，自己回番队，八千流。”
剑八转而注意白哉。牵星箝，白皙的肤色，禁欲主义的脸（翻译：虽然有点别扭，但这个词实在用得太经典了！），戴着娘娘腔十足的昂贵围巾，高深莫测的表情。白哉是统治瀞灵廷的贵族中的精英。他只想一拳把这张脸打烂。
“如果是的话，你过来，当着我的面说，别在我背后像个丫头一样哼哼。”
“我不想回答。”白哉说。
“怎么？你没种？”剑八逼近了。
“不是，我觉得你这种下等生物，没有足够脑细胞理解我的意思。”
剑八眯起眼睛，揉着指节：“好象你也没有足够脑细胞说出来呀，要不要免费修理一下呢？朝你鼻子上来一拳就够了。”
“剑八，你敢动我一个脏指头，我就……”
白哉闪开了剑八打向他脸的拳头。
“你想干嘛？撩撩头发？哈，我好害怕啊！”
“我会告诉你什么叫害怕的，剑八。”
“你想干嘛？用你的破风花纱揍我的屁股？我打赌，我会让你哭得像个小丫头！”
“是的！你肯定会喜欢的，我会让你跪下来求饶的！”白哉愤怒地扯下风花纱：“来了！”
停顿。
她的视线只及两个大男人膝盖高，八千流看到两人的表情慢慢石化。
剑八无声地离开了，然后是白哉。
四十年内，他们没有再对视过对方的眼睛。
—————我——是——原——文——的——分——割——线—————
http://community.livejournal.com/springkink/459804.html
It was Zaraki who passed through the aristocrat at the Seireitei corridor, all sweaty, blood stained and in the rags he called Captain’s outfit, while the pink ball of doom of a vice captain bounced cheerfully at his back.
Byakuya’s only reaction as both of the 11th division members passed him by was a short nasal voice that clearly signifies disgust.
And despite Yachiru’s very loud explanation of her latest ‘Nip and rip the Hollows project’, Kenpachi just have the exact timing to hear it.
“Did ya just say something?”
Byakuya stopped and turned around to look at his fellow captain, who had his sole attention focused on him. Beady eyes, blood soaked, no sense of dignity and growling voice—Zaraki Kenpachi was the very sole entity of a thug of thugs. How could this creature even walk and blemish the soils of Seireitei? “I did not. Have you been using dirt to clean your ears again?”
“Like how you use wax to rub your eyes? You definitely did say something.”
“I did not.”
“You did.”
“I did not.”
“You DID.”
The sixth division captain slowly blinked and stopped himself from sighing loudly. “I made a sound.”
“You made a sound.”
“Yes.”
“You tryin’ to mess with me, young master?”
“Hey, hey, hey, Ken-chan, are you playing a game with Bya-kun? Can I play too? Please please? Pretty pretty please?”
“NO, we’re not playing, and stay out of this. Go back to the division by yourself, Yachiru.” Kenpachi turned his attention back to Byakuya. Hair curlers, fair complexion, stoic face, a goddamn sissy scarf that can buy a house and unreadable expression, Kuchiki Byakuya was the avatar of the haughty blue blood that has been dominant in the shinigami ranks for centuries. How much he wished to crack that porcelain face with his fist. “If it is so, then you come and say it to my face. Don’t go around making girly noises behind my back.”
“I have no desire to answer that,” Byakuya said.
“Why, not enough balls to do it?” Kenpachi said, advancing further.
“No, because I did not think you low lives would have enough working brain cells to understand the meaning behind it.”
Zaraki narrowed his eyes and cracked his knuckles. “And apparently you don’t have enough brain to say it outright, either. How about I give you a special medical treatment free of charge? One fist to your nose oughtta do it.”
“Lay one filthy finger on me, Zaraki, and I shall--”
Byakuya moved in time to evade Kenpachi’s fist aiming for his face.
“You’ll what? Flip your hair in disgust? Ooooh, I’m scared!”
“I shall teach you the word fear, Zaraki.”
“What’re you gonna do? Smack my ass with that sissy scarf?! I swear I’ll make you whimper like a girl!”
“Yes, I bet you will love that! And I shall make you beg for mercy beneath me!” Byakuya immediately reached for his scarf in fury. “Well, here it comes!”
Pause.
From her position somewhere around the two grown men’s knees, Yachiru saw their expression slowly grinding down to stone-like.
Kenpachi was the first to leave quietly, and with his silent departing, Byakuya decided to cooperate as well.
They could only look at each other in the eye without looking away a good forty years later.
