Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ A Twisted Couple ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Okay, I'm sorry. I'm truly, completely and absolutely sorry. But someone was bound to do it someday, if they haven't already. Please review and don't kill me…yet. I still have anime to watch and people to insult.

Angry Love: a Twisted Couple

[I'm very sorry for this. *sobs*]

We stood glaring. He brought his hand up as if to strike me, but he wouldn't dare. This we both knew. I wasn't helpless like Anthy, poor girl; I was a prince, her prince perhaps. Who knows? But back to the problem at hand.

"Saiyonji, leave us alone. Leave her alone," I hissed, hands tightening into fists. His violet eyes narrowed dangerously and small muscle twitched above his left eye. I could see the pale skin of his hands stretched taught over his clenched hands. Violence tainted the air. There was no turning back now. I could push this, push it past the breaking point and deal with the consequences. I wanted to, too. I wanted him to snap I wanted to snap. No one knew the depth of my anger and resentment, not at her, but at the world. How can I be a prince if the world won't cooperate?

"Never. The Bride is mine, Tenjou. She was mine, is mine, and will always be mine." He took a step forward. I held my ground.

"She's not a possession. She's a person. And she is as sure as hell not yours." The fist didn't come out of nowhere, but the swiftness of its appearance almost made it seem so. I jerked away, but his knuckles kissed my chin and I collapsed upon the marble floor. For some reason I noted that I lay in the center of one of those prolific rose insignias that pervaded the school.

"A duel then. Let's duel once again for her." He kicked me in the stomach as I struggled to my feet and I fell to the ground again. Pain lanced through my chin and stomach. Curled up, I heard the rage-filled tattoo of his shoes as he left me there.

I lay there for who knows how long, rage and the desire for vengeance burning beneath my skin. Yet I aimed the rage at myself and not at Saiyonji. I shouldn't have let him hit me, not that there had been much I could've done…but still…

Ah Anthy. How must she feel to be regulated to a prize trophy for the victor of these pointless duels? I can only imagine and the picture I find isn't something I'd wish upon anyone, even Saiyonji for all his brutish behavior. I will free her one way or another. If only…

So to the dueling arena, if I can stand, and there our fates will once again be tested. What drives him to this dark obsession? Something Eternal? That sounds…familiar. But to disregard the very humanity in oneself for its sake, I cannot understand that.

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"Miss Utena, be careful." I accepted the white rose and gave Anthy a reassuring smile. She returned it, but, as always, there was something mechanical in her emotional responses. Like a puppet whose strings were pulled by the master's hand.

"Let's begin," the green-haired tyrant growled brandishing his sharp katana. The silver blade gleamed like a deadly promise, reflecting the intensity in his seething violet eyes. A new energy crackled about him. Some new purpose that filled him with a frightening drive.

"Rose of the noble castle…" Anthy intoned, gathering the holy light to her breasts. With an ease born of practice she seemed to flow over my arm as I grasped the glowing hilt of the Sword of Dios.

"Grant me the power to bring the world revolution." The blade pulled free trailing tears of glitter. Gently I set the fragile girl back on her feet and turned to face my opponent, the bruise flaring blue on my chin. His mark, his anger imprinted on my face. I would leave a mark too and not physical. He would never have Anthy as long as I reigned Champion Duelist.

With a guttural yell, nothing human left, he charged bringing the deadly edge arcing for my head. I brought my own sword up to deflect the blow and we danced across the marble floor as the stoic Bride watched. Each block and thrust repeated itself from our second duel. Both of us knew what was coming. Inevitability has a habit of driving people beyond the rationale.

Sweat trickled wetly down my back and into my uniform as I defended and attacked. Our swords sung with each blocked blow, roses bobbing with out lithe movements. The next strike brought us so close I could feel the hammering of his heart and feel his fevered breath on my damp face. Even as he raised his foot to kick me back I grabbed his arm. If I went down he would come as well. We were playing a different game now.

The blow threw me off my feet, but my grip on his arm remained firm. I landed hard on my back, the wind knocked out of me, and he slammed into me as my momentum dragged him down. I cried out as my sword, still held between us, bit into my chest. Somehow I knew that, upon falling across me, I had taken his teal rose as my sword cut across his heart.

He stared down at me in angry shock, denial burning in his violet eyes. I could practically see his thoughts reflected in those maddened eyes. He couldn't, or wouldn't, believe that I had bested him once again. Impossible? Obviously not or we wouldn't be like this.

Neither of us moved as our blood sealed us together and filled the air with its acrid perfume. I ripped my gaze from his and sought Anthy for some unknown reason. I found her staring intently at us with something strange, never seen before, in her gentle green eyes. Pity? Regret…jealousy?

"Damn you," Saiyonji growled. I looked back at him. Tiredness weighed down upon my haggard mind as he cussed me out. I didn't want to fight, I never had, but they made me. They just had to have their revolution at the cost of my friend's free will.

"It's over, Saiyonji. Get off." He sneered cruelly and ground the holy sword into our chests, drawing forth more blood. The pain only served to…excite him. Heedless of the sharp implement piercing my chest I struggled to throw his offensive weight off. I would not let him make me a toy in his unreasonable anger. He would never see me submit. Wasn't that why he desired Anthy so much among other things?

"Damn you, Tenjou, damn you all." He grabbed a handful of my pink hair and jerked it cruelly. Involuntarily I cried out and tried to maneuver my free hand to punch him. Perhaps I would have, or perhaps not, but the next moment his angry lips descended upon my own. The kiss wasn't sweet or gentle. It was the surest rape of lips and tongue. He smothered my wrathful protests with his dominating mouth. He invaded my unwilling mouth and we dueled once again, and still it wasn't a game or at least a different one.

This wasn't for Anthy or the revolution of the world. No, this was pure domination. One of us would have to yield or both would be destroyed, but damn it if was going to be me. I fought back with the only means at my disposal. We battled for control of the heated kiss and the world outside faded into nothing but the sense of touch and rage.

Suddenly he pulled away, chest heaving and the strangest fire burning in the depths of his eyes. Blood soaked his once pristine uniform as he drew away from me. He issued a parting obscenity as he strode away, katana hanging loosely in his strong hand.

Anthy came to my side and helped me sit up, hands gently removing the sword from my numb hand. I met her soft green eyes and felt the first tear slid down my cheek. I didn't know why I cried, maybe it was the pain of my injury or something else. For once she held me as I wept and she was the protector of my sobbing form. I don't know how she felt about it, but she accepted the role with the same acquiescence as she did everything else.

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Yes this is going to a many chapter story, dammit. I can't help it. Please review if you're brave enough. Yes it sucks, a lot, but hey, I had to do it. Oh and yes I know everyone's so out of character that only their names give them any semblance of the original cast of Utena. So sue me…wait…no don't because I don't own any Utena characters of plot. I'm a fraud…woe betide…or yeah. So sue and I'll gladly give you my sixty rolls of toilet paper from Costco!