This
fan fiction is based on a novella of Boccaccio, an Italian author of the
fourteenth century, drawn from the "Decameron"- literally "Ten
Days"- and it is the 5th novella of the
lV day, dedicated to the sad love stories: therefore prepared the handkerchiefs. The original title is "Lisabetta da Messina" and it is
one of my prefers and I hope you also like it.
I have
worked some more because the original text is in Italian of the epoch and the
story needed some modifications.
Pat-chan
To Stefano
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Fuu from Tokyo
Three young
brothers and merchants lived in Tokyo, become much rich after the death of
their father, and they had a sister called Fuu, a very beautiful and kind girl. They had a secretary that took care of their business, he was
called Ferio and was a young beautiful and polite man and it was wanted good
from all the family. It happened that Fuu fell in love deeply with him, but
well knowing that her brothers would have stayed contrary to this relationship,
she decided to hold this secret for herself and to confide it only to her Presea
nurse.
Ferio,
who knew the young girl since child, understood that in her something there
were which made her suffer and this gave him much pain.
'Ferio.
Why do you worry so much for Miss Fuu? '
He thought ' She has three brothers who are concerned with her, already
she doesn't need a quarter! '
After
an along meditate on these thoughts, the young man understood to love her and
he regretted knowing that he would not have been able to ever realize his dreams
of love. The two lovers melt in a love that they believed it was not returned.
Arrived the
winter the three brothers had to leave for a trip of business and entrusted
their sister to the faithful secretary.
One
evening, finished the supper, Ferio and Fuu went in the living room for attend
the time to go to bed playing together chess. Both were very silent: the moment
was propitious to a confession, but nobody of the two dared.
"Miss Fuu, do you have something that
becomes upset? They are five weeks that I see you down of moral."
Ferio
asked suddenly. Fuu looked at it petrified.
'Perhaps...
perhaps if he promises to don't speak about this to my brothers I will be able
to tell him what I feel for him! '
"Don't worry," he took back
"if you won't confide you I don't force: but all we suffer seeing you so
sad and..."
"
Here I..."
Fuu
closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
"
Only if you promise to don't do word with my brothers."
"
I promise it. Tell me what is the matter."
She
reassured from his words looked in his eyes and not being able to support beyond
his gaze looked out the window: the dark and leaden sky made her fear a refusal
but she must tell it to him. He observed her worried: why did she hesitate to
confide? Was something so terrible? And then why did she fear the contrariety
of her brothers who loved her greatly?
"Here I..." Fuu turned suddenly, a
lightning illuminated dramatically her face." I... I think I am in love
with you, quite sure."
In
the same instant the thunder made tremble the glasses of the window overlapping
her words.
Ferio had felt
what the girl very well he/she/it/you had told. Ferio was shocked from those
words and was not able to believe them. The first raindrops struck the glasses
leaving big circular signs similar to odd cobwebs. The first teardrops ruled on
Fuu's face leaving behind them damp lucent paths.
What
do?
He
felt all the affection- all the love- that he felt for her reboil inside of
himself like a sea in storm: she loved him. She was the sister of his
superiors. She was so beautiful while the storm raged. She was one thing with
the storm. And so fragile but at the same time strong, like the first flower
which buds between the end of the winter and the beginning of the spring,
tempted from the first sunrays and slapped from the last mistral.
What
do?
He
got up and drew near her, then taking her face between his hands and smiling
dried her tears. She looked surprised from that gesture and from his smile.
What
do?
Ferio
bent his face toward Fuu's. Fuu closed the eyes. With the same delicacy of a
petal of cherry that dances in the zephyr their lips met. Without separate, he
took her hands and made her lift, then he tightened her so strong to remove her
the breath. After not much time the passion overcame them in a whirl from which
was impossible to go out.
Presea opened
the door, but peering the two lovers inside she closed it again silently.
"
What happen madam?"
A
maid asked intrigued from that gesture.
"
Why do you smile?"
The
seconds added. The nurse scrutinized it: she must distract the two gossipers and
make lose each their interest for that room or for her mistress big troubles
would have stayed.
What
do?
"
Nothing, I have only remembered I must call my sister: my nephew has had a
child yesterday night, and so... deh, today I feel good: goings to amuse you
tonight!"
The
maids thanked her and went before Presea could change idea.
The
house was almost desert. Presea smiled again to herself: her mistress would not
have had anybody to be worried about that night.
The two loved each
other for all the winter like no lover had never done and their happiness
seemed to be made for the eternity.
The first buds
were on the cherries when the three brothers returned home and their sister had
prepared a cheerful welcome back for them: all in her showed a secret joy that
was difficult to don't notice.
"
You seem very happy dear Fuu." The brother medium asked, "Does
something have happened while we were by?"
Fuu
nodded. And she lay.
"Ah-ah: each your phone call has done me
happy. And then Mr. Ferio has accompanied me at theater to see "La
Traviata"! "
The
three widened their eyes and launched amazed glances to their secretary. Ferio
cleared his throat and admitted:
"
She has threatened me to go there alone... and to burn my collection of sailing
ships in miniature."
Everybody
laughed to that answer. The party continued up to slow evening and the guests
spoke above the good business that the masters of house had done in Europe and
in the United States, the fabulous collection of sailing ships of the secretary
and the delicious beauty of the girl - matter that made the three brothers much
more that proud.
Some days after the holder brother, while he was
checking some documents, noticed a shade going around the house and he followed
it to discover whoever it is. He threw a sigh of relief when saw that it was
Fuu, he looked his watch: 1: 24 AM. Why
did Fuu standing awake in that hour at night? Perhaps couldn't she fall asleep?
He saw her go in garden and thought about give her some company, but while he
was being approached her he saw her meets anybody and embrace him. It was
Ferio.
Without
noise he followed them up to the dependance where the secretary slept, he saw
the truth and thought continuously about the become: initially he thought about
storm and kill them both, but he was given an account of the stupidity of the
gesture- the good name of the family and the business would have suffered -, he
meditated for a long time and finally decided to find a definitive solution
with the others two brothers.
The
day after, closed in their office, the holder brother told to the other two how
Fuu and Ferio has spent the night together and after a long discussion they
deliberated that, so that any infamy doesn't fall on them and on their sister,
it was owed pretending don't know and attend the opportune moment of set end to
such shame. So the brothers behaved like always, joking and laughing with Ferio
and being very fonder with the sister.
It happened that the three brothers decide to go
for a walk city out and they carry with them Ferio, who didn't suspect
anything.
Reached
a solitary place the three young killed their secretary and buried it under a
tree so that nobody could notices some. They returned in city and scattered the
voice that Ferio had left for any urgent matters, thing that was easily
believed.
Not seeing
return Ferio, Fuu asked continually of him.
"
Why don't he come back? Usually each three days he phones for tell you how the business
goes, or he sends a fax or an email: it is past already a month and he has not
been made to hear. Are you sure that doesn't something have happened of
serious? If he is been ill, it is not better that he come back home where could
we take care of him? Why you do that faces?
Aren't you too worrie..."
"Enough!" one of her brothers said
a day" What mean this? What do you have to do with Ferio if do you so
thick of him? If you will ask still we will give you the answer you
deserve!"
The
young girl went her in room and there cried uselessly consoled from her nurse.
Presea tried to convince her that there was a good reason for the lack of his news
and for the unusual delay.
"Child my, he will return soon: he has
promised you -and I was witness- that as soon as possible he would have asked
your hand, and Mr. Ferio is a man who maintains his promises. C'mon, don't cry
little one: you won't want him to become angry with you, you know he doesn't
want you to cry!"
But
her words seemed to have the opposite effect.
It
happened that one night she having weeping much Ferio that didn't return and
having falling asleep crying, Ferio appeared her in dream, pale and all upset
and with the uncorked and rotten clothes and he told her:
"
Oh Fuu, you don't do anything else other than call me and grow sad by my long
absence and with your tears you accuse me: that's why you must know that I
could not return, because the last day that you saw me your brothers killed
me."
And
pointed out the place where he was buried he told her to don't call him more and
disappeared.
When
she waked up, Fuu believed to the dream and cried bitterly and she proposed to
verify what had seen in the dream.
In company of
Presea she went in the place and dug there where the earth seemed softer and
little after she found the body of her lover not yet rotted and tightening the
dead body to the breast she cried. Presea laid a hand on her shoulder and told:
"
Miss, it is made delay and we must go... and this is not place for cry a
corpse."
"
You are right. Help me to bring it home: we will bury it under the quince tree,
Ferio loved so much that place."
"
Miss, it aches me tell it: but we could not carry this body with us, if your
brothers discover us..."
"
Presea how could you tell me such a thing! Want to deny me give him a worthier
tomb than this? Want to deny me of spend each day that I stay of this miserable
life close to his grave? Never!"
"
But think about it, I tell it for your good: if you desire I will carry you
each day here and so..."
"
No! I want him always be to my side, as he had promised me: you have told it
the same that Ferio maintains his promises!"
"
A corpse could not maintain promises!”
"
No!" Fuu repeated tightening the body more tightly" If I could not
carry his body with me let me hold at least his head, so that have something to
cry on!"
Told
this, Fuu took a knife and detached the head of Ferio from the bust, wrapped up
it in a towel of flax and gave it to Presea who hide it under her ample skirt
and they returned home.
Closed in her
room Fuu cried long on the head until her tears washed it and covered it with
kisses. Then taking a big and beautiful vase, in which the sweet marjoram or
the basil are planted, and there she put the head bandaged in a beautiful cloth
of silk and covered it with earth she planted many plants of basil which she
watered only with water of roses or of orange-blossoms or of her tears. Fuu
took the habit of spend her days near the vase longing, she poured on that vase
all the love she felt for Ferio and after have longed she cried bathing the
basil.
The
basil, thank to the many tears and to the fertility of the earth for the head
that there was hidden, became very handsome and very fragrant. And the young
girl continuing to behave in this way, she was sight more times from the neighbors
that were amazed by her beauty in decline and they told to the brothers:
"
We have noticed that Fuu each day behaves in this way."
The
three brothers reproached the sister but uselessly; then a day they made
surreptitiously carry by the vase and Fuu, doesn't find it, wanted she had
returned it but she didn't find again it and she got sick for the pain and in
the delirium didn't ask anything else other than her vase.
The three brothers were surprised of this asking
and they wanted to see what was inside: and versed the earth they saw the cloth
and in that the head not yet at all rotten and they recognized from the hair be
the head of Ferio. They marveled so much and feared that it could be known in
city: and buried the head they left Tokyo.
Fuu
not having anything else other than cry and continuing to ask the vase, she
died and as her unlucky love had term; but after any time the circumstance was
made notice to many people and there was anybody who wrote a song that sang:
Qual esso fu lo malo cristiano *Whoever was the wicked person
che mi furò la grasta, etc. who
stole me the vase, etc.*
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