Digimon Fan Fiction / Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction / X/1999 Fan Fiction ❯ Blindness & Anarchy ❯ Blindness & Anarchy 06 ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

SEMI-SERIOUS NOTE - This is getting weirder and freakier... And I have no clue to where this is headed. I'm writing because I have this odd, surrealistic sensation to... That, and staring at the RGUtena poster is gettin' to the creative yet weird and defunct part of my brain.

And cameos RGUtena's Akio Ohtori and X's Kanoe whatever her surname is...



BLINDNESS & ANARCHY

written by K-chan



With two hands gripping the long pole, he sat very still and stared at the cord that sunk into the water and the reflection of the morning sky, where flocks of birds soared. He blinked and looked around the area, seeing a line of forests edging at the lake shore, and only the small boat -- fit for two -- was floaing in the middle of the lake. His back straightened up, tense at the unusual setting for him, and he looked at his hands, seeing that he had sat for so long for a bit at the end of the line. For the first time in his life, he was actually fishing.

And he hated fishing.

The boat began to rock unexpectedly, and he didn't understand why because he wasn't panicking. He noticed that he was sitting at one end of the boat and glanced over his shoulder to see the back of some large, black and white being. He turned the upper half of his body around to get a better view, and he had been right, and he should have panicked, but he wasn't.

He had company.

A rather strange one.

A giant panda.

A giant panda sitting in a boat and fishing.

"I thought pandas eat bamboo shoots?" he said thoughtfully and turned around to his own fishing.

The boat rocked again because the panda was struggling with his line, having caught a medium-size bass, and hauled it into the boat, adding to the pile that he had already caught. The young man hadn't noticed the pile of fish before, and it definitely belonged to the panda because he hadn't caught any yet, not that he cared about it. Why he was fishing was a mystery, yet the whole situation was far beyond realistic.

"It's weird," he began to converse with the animal, "Here I am... fishing of all things. But I'm doing nothing about it. Do you think I should? I guess freaking out would be my first priority.

"So... you like fishing, huh?

"But I really thought pandas were vegeterians.

"This is stupid!" he finally announced, standing up, and threw his fishing rod into the lake. "I hate fishing! I can't stand the stupid waiting! I'm rowing us back to shore!" He turned around to search for the oars but couldn't find any. The panda growled and spun his huge body around, and quite surprisingly, the boat didn't flip over from the huge movements. The young man stared wide-eyed at the large creature towering over him with paws outstretched, and in a flash, the paw swooped across the air and...

BAAM!

He hit something hard and groaned. His body ached all over, especially his head as if a thousand hammers were hitting him all at once. He rolled onto his back as he heard a voice calling out to him, "Tai?! Tai, are you okay?!" He heard the girl sigh, "Why do you always do this? Why do always drink until you're practically dead? Why can't you just tell me your troubles, Tai? I'm your sister!"

He was too hungover to utter a word to her, but he felt his body being supported back to his bed. The covers were thrown over him, and the footsteps disappearing into the distance was all he could make out as slumber tried to defeat his consciousness. He tried to fight, not wanting to return to the panda, but the pain and the exhaustion overcame him.

He was weak.

And he had lost.



She leaned back against the wall of the small compartment with eyes closed, listening to the soothing music drifting through the speakers. It was a familiar tune, something along the lines of 'I Loved You Once' from Hamlet, such a serene piece that eased the heart. Her hand began to move to the music as if she was orchestrating a huge symphony before her closed eyes. The faded-yellow shawl around her bare shoulders slipped down her arms and draped there like decorative curtains.

The music played on as the elevator, empty of only herself, descended from her penthouse to the lobby. Like the telling of a long, wonderous journey, the melody slowly faded into silence as her trip downward eased itself to a stop. Her head rose to its upright position, allowing the lavender strands to fall loosely around her sculpted face, as her deep eyes greeted whatever was behind the opening doors.

She pulled her shawl around her securely to protect herself from the evening's coolness. The elevator attendant helped her out of the compartment and bidded her a good outing. She thanked him and let her legs carried herself out the building with a high-class air, knowing well that the man was watching her intently from behind. It was only natural that her presence would draw attention, like that of the sweet nectar from a flower.

She stepped out into the velvet night and was quickly greeted by a long, black limosine. The chauffer nodded to her and opened the vehicle door for her to enter. She passed him a grateful smile before slipping into the leather seats that aroused her senses. The door closed as she brushed her slender fingers slowly and seductively across the leather interior. "Ooh, how lovely," she purred in a deep tone.

"If I knew leather turned you on, then I would have changed my attire," smirked the tall man across from her. Everything -- from his luscious, white hair and greenish-blue eyes to his well-built body -- breathed about out a god, a modern Adonis. He had a compromising position, leaning his sexy body against a dark-haired woman, whose beauty matched well against goddess Aphrodite herself.

An amused smile graced her bloody red lips as she sipped the well-matched red wine. Her legs crossed over onto the man's, who willingly adjusted his position to accommodate the long, smooth pair of enticing skin. He even placed a hand on her upper thigh, caressing it teasingly, while his gaze was on the violet eyes of their recent guest. "Mmm, the way you were staring at Ohtori-sama," she said to the young woman, "you could eat him alive."

"Oh, Kanoe!" Miyako laughed, "It seems you're handling him better than I could."

"You two speak as if I am not here," Akio grinned, finding Kanoe's long hair a lovely toy to play with. He leaned into the crook of her neck and licked her neck teasingly, sending a cool rush through the woman's body, and she moaned with pleasure. Miyako smiled as she threw her shawl aside and spread her arms freely across the top of the seat, allowing a clear view of her strapless, midnight blue attire to the pair across from her.

"Gorgeous," Kanoe breathed, eying the lavender-haired woman with lust.

"So where shall we dine tonight," Miyako inquired.

"Somewhere private," the man said, nipping at Kanoe's ear, but his eyes were roaming over Miyako's inviting body, "There is much to be discussed."

"VERY private," Kanoe emphasized.

"Yes," Miyako smiled mysteriously, "but with words this time. Words concerning the future of the Imperial Theater."

"The theater is not of your concern, my dear Miyako," Akio murmured, "but those on the stage. How is your lovely Mimi faring? Her life, is it not, in the palm of your hand?"

"Yes," Kanoe added, "I want an update on our little show..."

"And when will you let us met her?" the man mused, "I am dying to know her."

"Not until," Miyako smirked, "you know me first."