Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction ❯ Heart of Dust ❯ One Two Break ( Chapter 12 )

Title: Heart of Dust

Chp 12 One Two Break

Rated: PG-13

**Stroke of Luck

***Vow

****Lover's Box all songs by Garbage

Poetry is mine

Just borrowing the characters.

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At twenty years of age, Sorata Arisugawa was many things. He was a student of psychology and eastern philosophy, a priest in training at a Shinto shrine and a part time waiter. He had a broad sense of faith and duty, and was possibly the nicest guy on the face of the planet. He wasn't a fool, though he could be foolish and so as he stood in his sister's kitchen at six in the morning cooking up a very large omelet (his morning snack) on Cathy's most expensive frying pan, he couldn't help but smile when he heard the door creak open. His brown eyes catching a glimpse of the clock before he stepped into the living room. The orange tabby that had been watching him intently followed, purring contentedly upon picking up his owner's scent.

"So how was this not a date," Sorata asked softly making his sister jump.

A pale blush covered her checks, hazel eyes set on the floor as she responded, "It… definitely…wasn't… a date."

She leaned back against the door and tried to breathe. She felt like a child getting caught in the middle of terrible mischief.

Kyou made a noise and Juri bent down and collected him into her arms, scratching behind his ears steadily, happy she didn't have to explain herself to him. Sorata on the other hand dipped into the kitchen quickly to make sure his food didn't burn and caught his sister before she could get all the way into her room. She huffed and quietly stomped back into the living room taking a seat on the couch. She was a disheveled beauty, hair wild, blouse missing a few top buttons, and shoes scuffed. She flipped off her loafers and tucked her legs around, half sitting on them. Waiting patiently as her brother gathered his breakfast plate and slouched into an armchair, hair mussed from sleep.

"So," he smiled taking a giant bite of his food.

He glanced down at the cat and happily picked out a piece of chicken from his omelet and tossed it to the floor. Kyou was delighted about the gift.

"Sorata I'm not going to talk about it," the panther stated firmly.

"Okay I'll tell you about my night," he replied merrily. "Duo and Cath snuck me into the Valerian. We had a few beers, played some pool and had a generally good time. Then Dorothy showed up with a small girl wrapped around her." He paused, "I think it was Shiori."

Juri didn't seem to care. Her head was tilted back in exhaustion; hazel eyes closed almost in thought.

Sorata continued, "It was a good night over all until some blonde girl decided to pick a fight with Dorothy's date."

"I seriously doubt Dorothy was on a-," Juri was suddenly very awake. "There was a fight?"

"Not a real down on the ground cat fight. More verbal than anything and fairly one sided."

"What did the other girl say?"

"Don't you think you're a bit too worried," he stated and then sighed, giving in because he knew Juri wouldn't leave it alone. "She was yelling something about her brother and it being all Shiori…that is her name right? Said it was all her fault. Dorothy took care of it though. I've never seen her so set on the destruction of someone like that."

"Like what?"

"See... this is why you shouldn't have gone on the date… then you'd know," he tried to laugh but noticed his sister's grave expression.

"Look I never got to know Dorothy that well. When you two were going out I hardly saw you at all but you know how she is, once Dorothy finds an enemy that mouth of hers becomes a vicious weapon."

"So she let the girl have it?"

"Yup."

He gobbled down the remainder of his food and set the plate on the ground. The tabby took it as in invitation and proceeded to lick the plate clean of any leftover specks.

"You're spoiling him."

Sorata looked down and shrugged at the happy cat. "Yes well…that way he'll like me." He waited a beat before asking, "Don't I even get to know who you were meeting?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because it's not worth getting into," Juri removed herself from the couch and to her room, "I'll see you when I get up. I have work and then school but we'll have some time."

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**Hanging by threads of palest silver
I could have stayed that way forever
Bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me
Nothing could ever seem to touch me
I lose what I love most
Did you know I was lost until you found me**

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"What are you doing with me," her tiny voice broke through the still of the morning, petite fingers playing in pale golden strands of hair.

"I'm not sure," was the quiet reply. "Maybe I'm just waiting to break you for what you did to Juri."

She shivered as the girl giggled against her chest.

"Would you?"

"Is that a request?"

She sniffed, compelled by unseen forces to tilt her head up and search the blue eyes of the goddess for sincerity, "No. Not a request… not yet…" She nuzzled into young woman, lips briefly touching skin. "You hate me don't you?"

"Maybe. Don't you hate me?"

"Why'd you save me?"

"I don't think I did."

The petite girl sat up with a foul look on her face. "I don't need a savior Dorothy."

"No?" She pulled herself up to look into the girl's contempt filled violet gaze. "I think your salvation comes in the form of abuse. You want me to take your little world and make it vanish. I've already done that for someone Shiori. I don't need to do it again."

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***I can't use what I can't abuse
and I can't stop when it comes to you***

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"You love her still don't you," Shiori hissed. "The great and wonderful Ju-"

The sting across her cheek got her attention and then she smiled.

"Don't push me that way," Dorothy tone was low and venomous. "I'll break you in half before you even feel it."

"But maybe I'd like that," was the playful refrain. "You do love her don't you… and she's not sure what she wants so you're stuck with me. But I do have to wonder what you were thinking… are you sure you aren't trying to punish me?"

She gritted her teeth and captured the girl's wrists pinning her to the bed, whispering softly, "I can play this game." She grinned. "But do you really want this… because you will not win. Whatever artillery you think you have… it's useless. I'm nothing like Juri and even if she kills me for it latter I will not apologize for ruining you if I have to."

She couldn't help but giggle. "I'm sure you will." She waited breath heavy from the sudden rush, and then whispered, "Why are you here?"

Inside the goddess was taken by regret but the cards were dealt the game on, and so she slipped into one of her more terrifying forms, kissed the girl's neck and replied, "Because you… are very convenient."

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****Send me an angel to love I need to feel a little piece of heaven
Send me an angel to love I'm afraid I'll never get to heaven
They burn my hand scar my face and blind my eyes
I'll steal your breath and throw away what I despise****

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"Don't look at me like that," Dorothy stated. She had just finished relaying her predicament to the lady across from her and was not pleased with what was before her.

"Well what would you have me say," the lady asked indignantly. "I know the rules to these kinds of things. Eventually there will be one winner and one very devastated loser. Which you end up as depends on your motives." She pushed her glasses back into place and took a sip from her wineglass. "So what are your motives?"

"They're unclear."

"Then you'll lose and victory goes to the insect. Why play this way at all…why not chase after what you want?"

"She… she doesn't feel the same way." She looked away; eyes set on the other patrons of the café.

The lady visibly frowned, "Then you're just trying to forget her and punish her at the same time. You can just stop…but somehow I doubt you will."

Dorothy shook her head.

"There's something else isn't there," the lady shifted in her seat.

"Long before any of this I played a similar game and I won because I held all the winning cards from the outset. It's the same now. The very same, like a surreal rerun. I want this cruel little thing. I want to take her and break over and again until all she can think of is me… and in the same vein I know she wants the same thing with me." She sighed sadly, "I doubt you have advice for that Une."

"I don't… What are the cards?"

"Aces and eights."

"You have my number if you need anything?"

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I trust you

Trust you to break the things in me

I can not stand

To shatter through my world

And make me see

Force your will

Make up my mind

I trust you

Yes…

I trust you

To hurt me so deeply

I'll always feel it

And never forgive it

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"Are you staying over?"

The room was void of light but she could almost feel the expression on her companion's face.

"Yes."

"Can I expect to see you in the morning?"

"Yes."

"You hurt me you know. I think I have a bruise."

"If you didn't want a bruise you shouldn't have told me to bite harder."

"I barely left a scratch on you."

"I know."

Silence filled the air and was broken by a sharp gasp of pain.

"Are we even yet?" There was a mischievous edge to her tone.

"Shiori…we've only just begun."

To be continued…