Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Soaked and Honor Bound ❯ Chapter 26

Part Twenty-four: Tokyo Twelve

Integra sighed softly, coming awake between her two oddly cool bedpartners. Her entire body was sore, but in an oddly pleasant sort of way, and she felt each and every aching muscle as she cautiously wiggled out between the two of them and off of the bed. Her slim body practically reeked of sex, and she luxuriated in the scent as she pulled her discarded nightgown over her body, grabbing her glasses from the nightstand.

The hot shower revived her somewhat, and the three cups of coffee she ordered from room service helped finish the job. The maid had given her the oddest look when Integra answered, pinkness rushing to the little redhead's cheeks. It wasn't until she saw a mirror that she realized she had twin hickeys on either side of her neck, left by her two lover's passion.

Integra gave a happy sigh, settling down into her chair. 'I'm going to need vitamin shots or something just to keep up with the two of them,' she mused. It was a surprisingly pleasant thought, really. She reached out to her phone, dialing a number from memory. "Walter?" she asked after it was picked up after one ring.

"Yes, Miss Integra?" Walter's perfect English butler voice came through clearly.

She often wondered if Walter practiced that voice in private, but she hadn't actually asked him. "Prepare another room in the crypts," Integra instructed him, "Anthy is coming home."

"Of course, Miss Integra," Walter answered calmly. He seemed to simply accept the fact that Anthy had been turned, not asking foolish questions. "I look forward to seeing her again. May I ask when we can expect you home?"

Integra smiled wryly. Walter could also be a bit of an old lady at times. "Hopefully soon," she answered, "Anthy has some unfinished business to take care of."

"Very good, Miss Integra," Walter answered.

Integra put the phone down, frowning slightly as she considered the unfinished business Anthy had talked about between periods of lovemaking. 'This Miyu likely will not be a problem,' she thought, 'but the other one, this Mrs. Ohtori... she could be trouble.'

Privately, Integra thought that Anthy's commitment to attend the party tonight was very foolish. Still, her friend was notoriously honorable, and she would not walk away from a battle. Which meant that she, along with Victoria, were also going to be at that little ball.

"We'll protect Anthy," Integra murmured as she drank more coffee, her gray hair flowing back as the light caught her glasses, "and I'll have the chance to see what sort of fool this Utena is, to turn away from Anthy's love."

Later that day the sun shone brightly as Saya strode down the street, moving into the entrance of the stylish apartment building. She was unique, the very last of her kind, and the sunlight was no trouble to her. The young man dozed at the security desk as she strode by, the lingering scent of vampires driving her onwards.

The trail led up the stairs, out onto a upper floor, and down to a apartment door. Saya would have gone nearer, but the door opened and two humans, a young man and woman who were both untouched by the vampire taint came out.

'They have human servants here,' Saya thought as she went back down the stairway, 'that makes this all just a bit more complicated.'

Many years ago Saya had sworn an oath not to kill humans. It was a hard vow, one she was tempted to break more often than not, but it meant something to her. Others of her kind fed on humans, twisted them with their taint, but she would not.

And so she was alone.

'Don't think about that,' Saya reminded herself firmly, 'think about the mission.'

This Utena was unusual, but just how strange she was Saya wasn't quite sure yet. Miyu didn't tolerate any unexpected guests to her domain, and she knew of more than one vampire that had been completely destroyed by the Princess. Utena still lived, which meant she was unusually strong. And then there were all her companions...

Vampires quite rarely gathered together, usually only under the reign of a far stronger elder vampire who compelled the others obedience. There were always clear signs of that, power almost palatable in the air, but around that place there was none. However Utena was keeping her companions there, it wasn't by force.

'This could be a good hunt,' Saya mused as she settled in a seat at a noodle cart. She ordered then calmly waited until the young man and woman that she had seen earlier go by, then she finished up her bowl of noodles. Her sword concealed by it's kendo case she got up, silently falling into step a little behind them.

Wakaba sighed softly, her curly brown hair falling into her eyes. "I still can't believe Anthy just left like that," she said softly.

Ruka smiled wryly, pushing his blue hair out of his eyes. "It doesn't really surprise me," he admitted, "Anthy has her pride."

"True," Wakaba nodded.

Ruka's lips twitched in a small smile, "I notice the girl groupies aren't up yet."

Wakaba scowled, "Utena and Juri took them into the bedroom last night." She shook her head, a look of frustration on her face, "Why not me!"

"Utena loves you," Ruka shrugged.

Wakaba gazed up at him in honest surprise, "What?"

"She loves you," Ruka repeated calmly, "as much as she does Juri, probably. That's why she protects you so fiercely, even from herself."

Wakaba nodded thoughtfully, a look of wonder on her face. "If that's so," she finally said to him softly, "how do I convince her I don't want to be protected?" With a fierce blush she added, "Especially from her?"

"That's the hard part," Ruka agreed. Changing the subject he asked there anything we have to get for tonight's party?"

Wakaba snickered softly, unfolding a list from her coat pocket. "Where do you want to start?" she asked him wryly.

"Gah," Ruka made a face. "Well, let's get to it," he sighed.

It took the two of them a few hours to pick up everything on the list, the bags that Ruka was carrying multiplying quickly. "And why do I have to carry all this?" Ruka complained.

"Because you're the big, strong man," Wakaba batted her eyes at him.

Ruka made a face, but didn't answer. Softly he said, "About what we were talking about, with you and Utena?"

"Yes?" Wakaba looked up at him in surprise.

"I think you're going to have to take the choice out of her hands," Ruka smiled wryly, "though I'm not quite sure how."

Wakaba nodded thoughtfully, "I think I do, maybe."

The groceries, blood packets from the medical supplies company, and the clothes that they had ordered for tonight, all of them were packed away carefully. Wakaba excused herself, noticing that the sun was just begining to go down.

The room that Wakaba used was quiet as she calmly stripped her blue and white school girl's outfit off, letting it puddle on the floor. Matching bra and panties soon followed, and she paused to look into her mirror. Her curly brown hair fell into her eyes, perky breasts pushing up, her body slim but still quite attractive.

Abandoning her reflection, Wakaba moved on. The perfume she chose was subtle, delicate, as she dabbed a bit between her breasts and on one of two other spots on her body. The nightie she pulled on over her head flowed around her body, almost transparent. She slid from her bedroom, quietly moving down the hall to the master bedroom.

Opening up the door silently, Wakaba felt a bit of relief that Utena's serving girl's were up and gone. Two pale forms, Juri and Utena, lay on the bed side by side, and she hesitated a moment. Then Juri's head came up, she smiled slightly, and waved her towards the bed. Juri slid back a bit, helping Wakaba climb on the bed between them.

The smalled girl snuggled in between them, the motion enough to wake up Utena. Her eyes gradually opened, then widened in surprise, "Wha..?"

Wakaba wiggled forward, pressing her body to Utena's even as she took advantage of the girl's surprise. The kiss she planted on Utena was passionate, their nearly nude bodies pressed together firmly. Wakaba slid back just a bit, stopped by the cool presence of Juri pressed up against her back, a comforting presence.

Juri's breath tickled Wakaba's ear as she softly said to Utena, "She knows what she's doing, Tenjou, you can't protect her from this."

Utena lay there, Wakaba holding her by the shoulders, then the pink haired woman smiled wryly, "You're right." She met Wakaba's gaze, "I'm sorry for being so dense."

"Just one of the things I love about you," Wakaba said with a little smile.

Juri's laughter was warm. With a smile and a nod towards Utena she asked Wakaba, "And how long has she been torturing you?"

"Months," Wakaba sighed dramatically.

Juri smiled a dangerous smile, "Then let's not keep her waiting any longer."

"You asked for it," Utena agreed as she kissed Wakaba again.

"Both of you..?" Wakaba squeaked softly as both women firmly sandwiched her between them. "I am in so much trouble.." she murmured softly.

To be continued...