Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ A Twisted Couple ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Thanks for the encouraging reviews. I was thinking the same thing as well, but so many people out there are strict T+U, or T+S, etc., so I was afraid someone would say I was completely wrong/deranged/mentally unstable for writing this.

Angry Love: a Twisted Couple

She stared back at me with dark circles under her blue eyes. My reflection, I hate it sometimes. Especially when I look like I haven't slept for a month. Pink hair hung limply about my face and the white bandage twined around my chest battled with my skin to see which could be whiter. Personally I thought my skin was winning.

Wakaba became worried when I didn't go to class for a week and came to visit me. I wish she hadn't. I couldn't explain my wound satisfactorily or my rent uniform. How could I tell her that her dear Saiyonji was responsible for the bleeding laceration? I could no more tell her that than of the world revolution. If I did something, most likely unpleasant, would happen to us. I refused to be responsible for her getting hurt again. Why is it that everyone I try to protect gets hurt?

She made me soup and told me to rest. Surprisingly she didn't push the issue, though she did keep giving me worried looks. Perhaps she thought I did this to myself? She should know me better than that. I smiled and chatted with her. We talked about school and our classmates. Before she left she gave me the homework I had missed and promised to visit the next day. I thanked her, but I felt such a profound sense of relief at her final departure that I couldn't help but feel guilty. I wish I didn't have to keep secrets, I'm no good at doing that.

Anthy entered the room carrying a stack of fresh towels. She smiled serenely and set them on the dresser. The rustle of terry cloth and Chuchu's snoring filled the room. I watched her graceful movements in the silver mirror. I could see why he wanted her so. There was something intoxicating about having complete power, complete sovereignty over another. I felt it, I'm ashamed to admit, but I wanted her voluntary friendship and not the parody she displayed because it was my wish.

"Anthy…" She looked up at me, ever obedient. The sight of her blank, trusting eyes wrenched my heart. I would-no had-to protect her. Perhaps when this vaunted revolution came she would have no need for me, no need for a prince. I could only hope.

"Yes, Miss Utena?" I met her patiently expectant gaze in the mirror.

"Nothing. Never mind."

"Yes, Miss Utena." She went back to her folding and I went back to watching her. Miki had wanted to protect her music; I wanted to protect her soul.

I touched the wound, pressing against the bandage until it blushed crimson. He had a similar mark over his heart where the rose had been, I didn't. My heart remained unscathed, at least physically. And the kiss…why? I couldn't…no, I wouldn't ask him about that. He had his reasons and that was that.

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As I walked towards my dorm in the deepening twilight a figure stepped out of the shadows. Long hair swung around his slender, yet muscular frame as he waited patiently for my approach. A spike of fear shot through my heart and the wild urge to flee pulsed through my limbs. I almost did too, but to do so would be foolish and cowardly. So I didn't move.

"I heard about the duel." Touga Kiryuu? What was he doing?

"Really?" I feigned boredom though I felt my heart hammering in my chest. Most would hate him if they had to endure his machinations and cruel schemes, but I felt tired. Tired of his plotting and careless abuse of power. If he felt anything for me, even lust as he was only to quick to remind me, why did he have to be such a jerk about it? I didn't want or need that kind of crap.

"You won again." He stepped into the light and the street light illuminated his casual smile, yet something darker moved behind his carefully blank eyes.

"Yes. So?" He circled me, moving close enough that the cloth of his uniform brushed me. I turned with him, keeping him in sight.

"I heard other things as well." His hand shot and grabbed my breast, the one slashed by the Sword of Dios. I cried out and pulled away, the wound throbbing anew. In the wan light I could discern a darkness seeping through the cloth of my shirt. I would have worn my traditional outfit except that it irritated the wound.

"So that part is true," he murmured staring at the blood staining his hand. "But I have to wonder about the other." I glared at him, partially turned away.

"What other part?" He shrugged so nonchalantly, a pleasant mask descending over his countenance. He was playing with me. I knew it. A stiff wind blew his crimson hair and ruffled my own rose locks. I watched him warily and he smiled in that charming manner he always used.

"Nothing really. I just heard that you kissed Kyouichi Saiyonji after the duel." His voice was so silky, as if I could reach out and stroke it, a velvet wrapped dagger.

"You should get more reliable sources," I retorted and walked away. His large hand clamped around my wrist, fingers biting cruelly into the flesh.

"I hope so." He released me and walked away before I could say anything. I stood there staring angrily at his retreated form. He always did that, always had to have the parting shot. He acted as if he owned me. Just because of one little kiss?

Damn, how many people knew? Wakaba hadn't seemed any different. I think she would if she knew I had been kissed by her crush. Obviously the student council for rarely anything happened without them knowing it. Touga was proof of that. I truly didn't know which was worst. At least with Wakaba there would be no deceit. When had life become so complicated?

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Again thank you. I'm glad some people like it. Yay. Anyways I'll get on the next chapter.

Now for some shameless self-promotion [sorry, but someone has to do it] Please read, as well, Soul Vapor. I think it's pretty interesting, of course I would, I wrote it. But yeah, that would make me doubly happy. Well, thanks for your time. Bysies