Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ A Twisted Couple ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Angry Love: a Twisted Couple

Saiyonji gave me a calculating look, cold eyes sweeping over my body. I glared at him and waited impatiently for an answer. He took his sweet time.

"Fine. I'll take that as a no," I growled and strode away.

"You should be less impatient," he replied as his hand gripped my upper arm. "I'd be happy to dance with you." His sarcastic tone made me want to throttle him, but that would attract too much attention. I could always do that if he pissed me off enough, though.

We had some problems in the beginning of our dance: the song being played was a waltz and both of us wanted to lead. We struggled for a few minutes, each trying to forcibly guide the other. Finally I couldn't take it any longer, plus people were beginning to stare, and I relented. It was better to pick one's fight wisely, or so I've heard. Fighting over who got to play the 'male' part of the dance was pointless.

After the initial bumbling we managed to execute the steps fairly well. I wouldn't call us professional ballroom dancers by any stretch, but we didn't step on each other's feet. Normally the couple is supposed to look into each other's eyes, that wasn't happening and I'm too short to look over his shoulder. I settled for staring at his shoulder.

Having never been lead in a dance, I concentrated on moving my feet correctly. My focus narrowed until there was only the movement of our bodies and sound of our breathing. Then I realized that that wasn't what I should be noticing, especially since we didn't feel like that for each other.

I snapped back into reality just as the back of my legs struck something. I glanced over my shoulder and found we had danced all the way out onto the terrace and the railing had kept us from pitching into the garden below. A cool wind blew against us and we both came to the belated realization that neither of us had let go.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded pushing him away. He glared with boreal coldness, lavender eyes seething.

"Dancing, apparently you don't know what that is." I flushed deeply, no one had ever commented upon my dancing ability before. My response was nothing more than a strangled cry of indignation. Without thinking I hauled my arm back and delivered a ringing blow.

The smack of flesh against flesh faded into the blaring music of the dance hall. He stood, face turned in the direction of the blow, and stared off into the shadows about us. He looked back at me with deliberate slowness. A wire of unease curled in my stomach as I viewed the reddish imprint of my hand on his cheek and the raging anger in his eyes. I took a step back, hit the railing again, and half-sat down.

"You…Damn you." We stared at each other and felt the inevitability of our previous duel fill the air like warm honey. I knew what was happening even as his hand gripped my hair and jerked me to meet him. His lips fell upon mine with the ferocity of a tidal wave and the brutality of a hurricane. I could feel my mouth bruise under his assault even as it drew a warped response from some dark cavern of myself.

I gripped the collar of his shirt in both hands and dragged him closer. He would not tower over me and feel that he could tame me, kiss me into submission. So much rage in each touch, so much mutual hurt. The kiss was not sweet or loving as I had always imagined a kiss to be. He had taught me that it could be violence contained.

Moments later, or perhaps hours, we jerked apart, breathing harshly. My mouth throbbed from the force of our encounter. I winced as I imagined how swollen it must appear. He took a step back and glared defiantly down at me.

"Saiyonji…" Move voice froze as I happened to glance around him. Two people stood there, two people whom I didn't want to see at that moment.

Wakaba burst into tears and ran back into the hall. Touga watched us from an adjacent doorway. He seemed to be surrounded by a frigid rage. He stood so still he might have been carved from marble or ice.

"Wakaba?" Ignoring him completely, I tore out after my friend. What had I done? I was supposed to dance with her crush, not kiss him. I pushed my way through the crush of people. Everyone seemed to be purposefully getting in my way. Angry shouts followed me as I shoved people aside, trying to catch a glimpse of my auburn-haired friend.

"Miss Utena, what is the matter?" A glanced to my right and found Anthy standing there looking as serene as ever.

"Wakaba, have you seen her?" Demurely the girl shook her head and smiled sweetly.

"Are we going home now, Miss Utena?"

"Dammit." Too many people, what did there have to be so many people. Wakaba, dammit, I didn't mean to do that.

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I'm sorry for the long wait. It was completely unintentional. I have to be in the mood to write, not have midterms and not be violently ill, to write. For past couple weeks, i.e. months, I have had a problem with one of those three. But I've written now, joy, so feel free to review. Oh and be warned I didn't reread this so grammatical errors abound.