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Hands to Hair
以雙手觸碰你的頭髮
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作者：Shi Lin
翻譯者：海燕子
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Youzen pushed out the chair at his dressing table with one foot. Taking a deep breath, he flexed his hands stiffly, wincing as pain lanced through the tender skin beneath the layers of ointment and gauze covering them.
楊戩用單腳從梳妝桌前拉出椅子，他深呼吸，緊繃的放好雙手。一股像被利刀所刺裂的疼痛感正由那被上了膏藥並被紗布所包裹著的雙手，那敏感而脆弱的皮膚中傳出，不由的使他畏縮了一下。
/Reminder to self: never let Nataku enter a kitchen again./
『永不再讓哪吒進入廚房！！』楊戩再次提醒自己。
Oh, the lad hadn't meant any harm, of course. But Nataku was the only person he knew who could lose patience while waiting for water to boil and decide that shattering the kettle would speed up things. And of course, Youzen had been the only sennin around to rectify the situation - i.e., by yelping and lunging at the exploding kettle in order to prevent the scalding water from setting off an explosion amidst the mass of plugs and live wires directly opposite it. Which he'd successfully pulled off, but it had been impossible to prevent most of the skin on his hands from getting boiled off in the process. Not to mention being slashed by bits of flying metal.
啊！那個傢伙當然沒有甚麼大礙。但哪吒是唯一一個他所認識的人中，會因為等待水沸而失去耐性；並認為攻擊那個水煲會能夠加快水沸速度的人。
當然，楊戩是當時唯一一個在那兒看到這「特殊狀況」並作出理處的仙人：尖叫並衝前，阻擋那個快將爆炸的水煲所灑出來的水淋到對面那大量的電插頭和電線上——防止引發出更厲害的爆炸！
他成功拉開那個水煲，但在過程中卻完全不能阻止大部份的手部皮膚被滾水灼傷。更加不用提的是，被飛過來的金钃碎片所𠝹傷。
At least his face had escaped damage. And his overcoat had saved the rest of his body from being broiled, but still...
至少他的臉能逃過被毀容的命運。他的外套保護了他其餘的身體部份，免去了被灼傷，但依然……
/From now on Taiitsu teaches his proteges how to cook *himself*, damn him./
『由現在開始，太乙真人真應該教他的寶貝如何煮「自已」，真是的！！』
(燕子不知damn的全意應怎樣譯出來啦，約是「詛咒」的意思，但在這裡，燕子認為有「它媽的」這個意思啦。)
He gathered his hair in front of one shoulder before awkwardly picking up the brush on the stand. Gripping it as best as he could, he raised the hand to the top of his head.
他將頭髮放在一肩膀前，然後笨拙的拿起架子上的梳，使盡力的好好抓緊著它，舉高至頭頂。
Silence. Then, "Ouch." A few choice curses muttered quietly, and another "ouch".
寂靜。然後，
「哎吔！」
口中不段咕喃著，跟著，另一聲「哎吔」又跟著發出。
The brush clattered to the floor, and Youzen cursed again.
梳子掉落到地上，楊戩再次咒罵。
"...You look like you could use a little help there."
「…你看來需要一點幫忙嘛…」
Turning, he saw Taikoubou leaning against the open door, face a picture of casualness. "Suusu," he returned somewhat sheepishly, managing to cover up his surprise. " I'd certainly appreciate it, if you would. When did you come up?"
轉頭，楊戩看見將整個身子都依靠在開啟著的門前的太公望，他正十分有意思的看著楊戩。
「師叔，」楊戩有點羞怯，但總算勉強隱藏起他的驚訝。「你何時進來的？…如果你願意，我的確十分需要你的幫忙。」
"The door wasn't locked, so I let myself in." Genshitenson's errant disciple pushed himself away from the door and approached the dressing table, green eyes warm with amusement. "Looks like Nataku really lost it, huh? Guess even the Tensai Doushi can’t brush all that hair with both hands wrapped."
「門沒有鎖上，所以我自己走了進來。」這個去了流浪，元始天尊的首席弟子，離開一直依靠著的門，步向梳妝桌前，綠色的眼眸流露出溫暖及奇異的神情。
「看來哪吒今次真的失控了，是不？真想不到，當兩手都包紮著時，連天才道士也整理不到頭髮啦！」
"Suusu," he protested, but Taikoubou ignored him, having taken the brush from the stand to examine it thoughtfully. Just an ordinary hairbrush, made of a rich brown wood that gleamed when it caught the light. Simple and elegant. Who was the person who'd said something about objects reflecting the personality of their owners? Bull. Or perhaps it was just Youzen who didn't fit the rule - hell, the entire room was even more plainly furnished than his was. A strange room for a strange person, huzzah.
「師叔，」想替自己辯護，但太公望沒有理他，反而把梳從架子上拿起，十分感興趣的測試著它。那只不過是一把十分普通的棕色木梳子，當有光線照射到它時，會隱約見到淡淡的反光。簡單而優美。是誰說物似主人形的？或許，只有楊戩是不合乎這條定律…天，這間他剛進入的房間，其裝飾比他自己的還要簡單樸素得多！哈，怪房子陪襯古怪的人…
"And here I was thinking you used a pink comb or a silver hair-curler on those locks of yours," he said at last.
「還有這裡，我曾以為你是用在那鎖櫃裡的粉紅色梳子或是銀色捲梳呢！」他最後還是說了。
Youzen briefly considered glaring, but decided it wasn't worth rising to the gentle mockery in that voice.
楊戩只是呆然，但認為讓聲音裡帶有些微嘲諷並不是壞事。
"Perhaps you aren't the only one to have thought that." He raised an ironic brow at the surprise on his suusu's face, reflected blankly in the glass before him, and bowed his head. "Ah, Taikoubou-suusu, you of all people don't need to tell me what kind of image I sometimes project. It wouldn't change anything."
「或許你並不是第一個這樣想的人。」
看到從鏡中所反映，太公望的訝異表情，楊戩挑挑眉。跟著他低下頭，「唏，太公望師叔，你們眾人不用說我也知道我平時所投射出來的是怎麼樣的樣子。這並不會改變甚麼啊！」
Taikoubou only moved a little closer, taking the hair that spilled over his shoulders in gloved hands and putting it behind him. "Sit up," he said shortly, and Youzen did as told. The brush made contact with a place near the top of his head, and was slowly pulled down the thick silky-rough length of cobalt blue. It felt good. Watching the mirror through half-lidded eyes he saw Taikoubou put a hand on his shoulder for support; the soft pressure was a vague warmth that penetrated even his robe and the thickness of the glove enclosing it.
太公望只移近少許，用那雙戴著手套的手拿起那些分散在楊戩兩邊肩膀上的頭髮並將它們放在他的身後。
「坐好！」簡短的說，楊戩亦照其吩咐坐直身子。
梳子由頭頂開始，慢慢的從那厚而零亂，長短不一的絲般深藍長髮順勢溜下。
——這感覺真的很好。
楊戩平閉著眼，從鏡中看到太公望正用一隻手按住自己的肩膀以作平衡。即使有衣服和厚實的手套所隔阻，那輕柔且微弱的體溫依然能傳達過來。
The brush continued its journey down, but Taikoubou suddenly muttered something rude under his breath and removed it from his hair, putting it back on the stand.
梳子順暢的繼續它的旅程，但太公望卻突然不知抱怨甚麼，把梳子拿開，放回原處。
Youzen opened his eyes fully. "Is something wrong?"
楊戩睜開眼，「有甚麼問題嗎？」
"Sorry. No. It's the gloves - I can't grip your brush properly. Just let me get 'em off, okay?" The doushi fiddled with some buttons and straps, finally resorting to using his teeth to undo the fastenings of his bulky hand gear. But they came off at last, and Youzen saw his suusu's bare hands for the first time, oddly pale and naked without their usual coverings. They looked unexpectedly delicate, slim-fingered things possessed of a fine-boned grace.
「不，不是。只是這對手套罷了…它們使我不能好好的拿緊那把梳子。讓我先將它們脫掉再說吧！」
那個道士花費了很多時間在鈕扣和繩帶上，最後還用牙咬的方法去解開那些笨重的繫結物。那雙手套最後終於脫下，楊戩第一次看見他師叔的雙手——赤裸並沒有任何掩蔽，白得怪異。
纖細的指骨構成優美瘦長的手指，使他的雙手看起來格外的精緻。
(↑這句燕子覺得好有問題，但找不到便好的譯法了…)
Taikoubou flexed them experimentally, some strange emotion playing over his features.
太公望賞試性的收緊它們，怪異的神情在他臉上一閃而過。
"Does it feel strange?"
「這是否很怪？」
Green eyes gazed back at him from the mirror, something indefinable gleaming within them. "I suppose. Y'know...I don't take these things off too often." There was a very faint hint of almost-distress in his voice, and Youzen turned sharply, hiding a sudden twinge of dismay. "Suusu-"
綠色的眼睛回望鏡中的楊戩，一種難以確定的神情從他眼中閃過。
「我想你應該知道…我並不常除下這雙手套。」從他的聲音中可隱約聽出那差不多是悲傷的語調；隱藏起那突然出現的刺心的痛，楊戩猛然轉過頭來。
「師叔…」
"Sit properly, would ya? I haven't finished primping your mop." The unspoken message hung in the air.
「你可否坐好一點？我還沒有幫你整理好的啦！」
空氣中傳達了一個強烈的隱藏訊號——「不要問！！」
Youzen stared at him. He stared back, expressionless, and the younger doushi finally faced the mirror again. Taikoubou picked up the brush and resumed navigating it through his hair, even as one hand went back to his shoulder. And this time its warmth was even more apparent, seeping through the layer of cloth into his skin.
楊戩定睛看著太公望，太公望面無表情的回視著他，到最後，那個比較小的道士還是回過頭，面對著鏡子去。太公望再次拿起梳子，在楊戩的長髮中重新導航。另一隻手則放回在他的肩膀上，這時它所傳來的熱力比上次更鮮明，直接的從他那單薄的衣服中湛入至他的皮膚。
His suusu knew something about brushing hair, Youzen thought languidly, closing his eyes as the stiff bristles swept through the dark blue mass to banish snarls and tangles in its wake. There was never more than a gentle pressure at the roots that was pleasantly firm and soothing at once, and...
他的師叔好像對整理頭髮十分熟手，楊戩無力的想。
當要勉強消除那些零亂和難纏的深藍頭髮的放逐糾前時，他都會合上眼，但除了感受到那股溫和的微弱壓力外，頭髮卻像十分愉快似的，立即順暢起來。但是…
(↑這裡有點怪，因為燕子也不太明白這句。)
"Youzen - I can't exactly do this if you're gonna sit on the floor." Taikoubou's voice held more than a hint of suppressed mirth, and with a start he belatedly realised he had half-slid off the stool so the only thing holding his butt off the ground was the dressing table.
「楊戩…如果你繼續坐在地上，我是不可能做好的啦。」太公望強忍住笑的念頭道，這時楊戩才遲鈍的發覺到自己已從椅子上半滑下來，唯一支撐著他遠離地面的是那張梳妝桌。
There were certain *things* about Taikoubou, Youzen decided, that made him want to dig a hole in the earth and drop himself ten feet under every so often. He attempted to force back a blush and firmly reseated himself, pushing back his hair with an air of studied nonchalance.
這裡有些「事情」關於太公望，讓楊戩經常會想在地上挖洞然後跳下去十尺以下的地方去。他企圖令自己不再臉紅和再次坐好。冷冷的把頭髮撥回腦後。
Taikoubou eyed his tense figure thoughtfully, the ghost of a smile crossing his lips. "You're weird."
太公望沉思的看著楊戩那緊張的臉孔，一個難以捉摸的笑容浮現在他的嘴上。
「你真怪。」
He blinked. "Excuse me?"
楊戩呆下，「甚麼？」
"Must people always see you in control of everything?"
「有需要讓大家常看到你在甚麼事情上也是控制得好好的嗎？」
Something in his chest constricted; he snapped his head round to face the bright eyes, so oddly solemn at the moment. "I'm afraid I don't quite understand you, Taikoubou-suusu," he said tightly. "Perhaps you need to explain yourself."
楊戩的心抽緊，他突然回頭，對著那雙𠗕厲的眼睛。在那一瞬間，氣氛十分之怪異。
「抱歉，我不太明白你在說甚麼，太公望師叔。」他緊繃的說，「或許，你應解釋清楚一點。」
The other doushi shrugged gracefully. "So you slid off the stool. Heck. S’okay - I won't think any less of you for doing something funny." He snorted and gave the brush a last tug. Leaning forward so his mouth was almost brushing Youzen's ear, he murmured, "Is it really so bad if you aren’t perfect?"
另外的道士有趣的聳聳肩。「好像你從椅上滑下來…呀，糟！…好的…我不會再想你那些滑稽的行為。」他哼了一聲並梳下最後一下。他向前靠近楊戩，令他的嘴差點能夠輕觸到楊戩的耳朵，低語，「…你不完美的話，真的會這甚壞嗎？…」
As he froze, Taikoubou put down the brush and pulled back his hair so it lay behind his shoulders, hands gently smoothing down a few stray strands that lingered in places.
楊戩僵硬起來。在同一時間，太公望把梳子放下並將楊戩的頭髮放回他的肩膀後。他的雙手十分輕柔地順著而下，徘徊在髮絲之間令它們反回原處。
(↑這裡燕子差不多亂來，大家請見諒…-_-)
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[Taikoubou]
[太公望]
He idly wondered what Youzen would say if he knew the real reason he'd removed his gloves, when he was perfectly capable of handling the brush with them.
要是楊戩知道他除下手套的真正原因，不知道會說些甚麼呢？太公望不停的假設著。其實當時戴著手套的他，根本能完全緊握著那柄梳子。
Talk about spur-of-the-moment decisions. But then he hadn't expected to be roped into helping Youzen brush his hair, even voluntarily, and the impulse to touch those shining dark threads with his bare hands, to feel that cobalt waterfall on his skin and find out if was as silky as it looked had been unshakeable. Yet there had been that instant of fear immediately after he'd removed his hand gear, and why not, when he'd told Youzen nothing but the truth? He liked his gloves, *needed* them, in fact; they gave him that one barrier against getting too close to everyone around him, a safeguard from getting himself too emotionally involved in anything that might end up hurting both parties. The sennin, the humans - he cared for them, but meddling had its limits, as Fugen and everyone else who had fallen prey to houshin had taught him. If his hands never made actual contact, never bridged that last tiny gap to his total involvement...the gloves served as a reminder he never forgot, and he never took them off except when attending to personal hygiene.
那是突然的一股衝動，但他沒預料到會弄到幫楊戩梳理頭髮，而且還是自願。不知為何，突然的想用自己雙手去觸摸那些充滿光澤的暗色線條，去讓皮膚感受一下，那深藍色的瀑布是否像肉眼所看見的一樣絲般柔軟。
當脫下手套時，他確實感到恐懼，但為何不可？他沒有告訴楊戩任何事，但是真相…
他喜歡他的那雙手套，而且『十分需要』它們。事實上，它們給予他一道最後的阻隔，讓他不會太過份地接觸所有他身邊的人。一個安全防線，讓他不會太感情用事而最後讓雙方都受到傷害。仙人和人類——他都極奇重視。但干涉的話總要有個限度，好像普賢和所有被封神的犧牲者們已令他得到教訓。只要他的手不再有任何真正的接觸，這樣就永遠不會讓他有任何小空間去令他想要完全介入…這雙手套是一個提示——一個讓他永遠無法忘懷的提示。
所以，除非關係到個人衛生，要不然他是不會脫下它們。
And then a certain Tensai Doushi had come along, with eyes wordlessly crying for help, and it had been impossible for him to resist that plea. So he'd lowered the barrier to touch - what, really? Perfection was too fragile to exist. That was why it didn't.
跟著這個帶著無言眼淚，從眼神中不斷呼救著的天才道士的出現，令他無法抗拒他的哭求。終於，他除下那道防線，嘗試觸摸…這是真的嗎？在現實中完美是十分脆弱的，那就是為何這個不能…
Now he knew Youzen's hair was even softer than it looked.
現在他知道，楊戩的頭髮比看起來還要柔軟。
/Don't shut me out. Please./
『請求你，不要拒我於門外…』