Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Eternal ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

" Be my Rose Bride." he repeated, eyes concealed by the glossy red mane. Long fingers tapped idly on a wooden table, his toned, lithe body leaning over; arrogantly taunting Saionji.

He was outraged at the statement; his diginity crushed underneathe Touga's finely designed shoes. He sputtered an angered insult, his gaze darting from one unknown face to another.

" How dare you!" he sneered, barely a whisper, clenching his fist that laid on the table, so that his knuckles were white as snow, "You son of a bitch!"

" Tsk Tsk, such ugly language for a beautiful creature as yourself." he smirked, letting a finger trance one of his friend's hand. Saionji snatched back in disgust.

" I'd die before I would submit to you, Touga. I despise you with all my being." he glared, trying to calm his facade. Touga frowned, but only lightly; as if letting the expression play on his face to see how it felt. Then he smiled, under his array of hair, licking his lips deliciously.

" Is that a yes?"

The memory was scarred in his mind; the despair and jealousy to much to be forgotten.

As he sat there, in Touga's Elite Suite; absolutely naked and exposed to the Presiden'ts desire, Saionji felt used and unwanted. It wasn't as though he was naive, but the realization that his best friend, since childhood, only wanted him so that he could save Utena from her ultimate fate, hurt.

Utena

The name burned on his tongue. He envied her above all, for she was the only one who could melt Touga's heart.

" Kyouichi." he was snapped from his thoughts by a low, sensual purr. It wasn't rare for Touga to call him by his given name; but Saionji dare not do the same, for, he would not admit it openly, he was afraid of the other.

He felt the bed give under a new pressure and invisble, gentle hands thread through his green hair. It was a subtle massage, that made him shiver in delight. Kiryuu was a great lover, even if he was a cruel, manipulative bastard; he was always kind when he came to Kyouichi.

He leaned into the caresses, moaning. The sound seemed to excite Touga, bowing forward, he kissed the boy's forehead. Kyouichi moved into his lover's lap and laid contented in his ministrations.

" Do you remember when we were nine and you fell?" it was an off-hand question, but one that demanded an answer. Hestiantly, he replied,

" Yes." Touga nodded, happy with the simple word. He continued to stroke.

" I tore a peice of my shirt and cleaned off the wound you recieved from the fall." the submissisive boy shrugged, not caring to think that far back. Though he had a clear recollection of that day. They had wondered into a remote place to hide from the rain, only to be greeted by a young princess who was terrified and confused. Saionji frowned, he hated that day, it symbolized the end of their friendship and his role in the End of Worlds. He tried desperately to push the memory away.

" Yes." he bitterly mumbled, " Why?"

Kiryuu didn't answer, the stroking motions subdued. Strong hands wrapped around Kyouichi's thin hips, pulling him up and he felt his face mere inches from the redheads. Soft, warm lips touched in a rough kiss. The boy whimpered, as a persistant tongue pried through his mouth. The sensation was pleasurable, the slick tongue probbing and dancing with the other. Saionji sighed, closing his eyes to keep from seeing the misplaced lust for another.

He hated Utena; for even in bed, she had Touga's heart and body.

" Let me show you eternal." he whispered, chuckling at the cruel joke thrown to Kyouichi. Saionji winced, hurt at the comment.

" Save that romantic shit for your Utena, Touga." he sneered. Kiryuu narrowed his gaze, but smirked; lazily playing with his friend's hair. Saionji knew he had hit a sore spot; reminding the other of his lost obsession.

" Touché . Still so cold and rude as ever, Kyouichi." There was a pause, a deafening void between the two, which neither would repair; a stubborn pride.

" Tomorrow is Judgement Day, and who better to spend it with then my lovely Saionji." sighed, hugging possesively to the other boy. Both leaned into the embrace, wanting some invisible love from one another.

" And if we die?"

Kiryuu didn't answer, just stared on the ceiling, deep in thought. He saw Kyouichi cling closer to him, and he felt wanted by his friend, even if both wouldn't admit it, they needed one another.

He had no qualms or worries for what was coming; if he was to die in order to save Utena from Akio, then he'd rather be with Saionji in the end.

Leaning his chin onto the boy's green mane, he closed his eyes, listening to the gentle humming of his lover's heart.

The little boy's eye water at the pain, trembling in his friend's arms. Young Touga calmly stroked Saionji's cheek, making soft shushing noises.

" It's okay, Kyoui-chan. Look at me, not at the blood." his friend did as told, biting back mewling sounds of hurt. Kiryuu looked down at the wound, then leaned forward, blowing a soft, warm breathes on the cut. Kyouichi whimpered but stayed perfectly still in his friend's embrace.

In one swift moment, Touga had torn a strand of his emerald hue shirt, his favorite color, and secured it carefully on his Kyoui-chan palm; studying his work. Kissing it lightly, his eyes turned up to meet sparkling green ones.

" Better?" he queried; the only response was a slow nod. He smirked, lazily; standing up and bringing Saionji with him, they headed farther into the building. The redhead kept his gaze pinned on the hall in front of them, a dark path with several different corriders. Suddenly there was a noise; like a girl crying. Both looked at one another, anxiously, but followed the sound, too curious to turn another way. They found that it came from a small room, that occupied only one candle.

There sat a little girl, curled into a ball in a large chair, weeping. Touga was mesmerized by her innocence beauty. Whispering something to Saionji, he cautiously went over to meet the girl. Her head snapped up and frighten eyes widen.

" Don't fear me. I'm a friend." he soothely replied, kneeling by her. He smiled sweetly, reassuring her that he was a friend.

" What's wrong?"

" I'm scared."

" Don't be, I'll protect you. I'm Kiryuu." she smiled, moving closer to him.

" I'm Utena." wrapping his arms around the little girl's waist, he nuzzled his nose to hers. Stroking her gorgeously long pink hair, he mumbled,

" Don't worry, Utena-chan........Let me show you eternal." it was a quiet promise, but Saionji eyes hooded, tears threating to spill. He watched the display of affection with a kindled jealous. And as the two talked; Kyouichi long forgotten, he looked to see that the bandage Touga had so tightly put on his hand had fallen to the ground, discarded.

Utena

Saionji woke up, feeling empty.