Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Eternal ❯ Their Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

The boy looked down, raising a finely arched eyebrow. Wearing a usual smirk, Touga's gaze never left it's prey.

The emerald hair child, sitting stupidly on the fern, blushed in embarrassment. He hadn't expected Kiryuu to hear his outburst of adoration; but he had. Saionji kept his eyes casted away, feeling the intense look from the other boy. And how Kyiouchi longed to stare into them; ever since the nine year old bishounen transfered to his school, Saionji had been mermerized. Touga was perfection, his long, vibrant red hair accompanied by cold, uncaring eyes; always superior to others, with no equal.

But now all the younger boy wish was for the ground to swallow him hold, taking away the humilated flush in his cheeks.

" What did you say?" Kiryuu causually remarked, levating himself off a bike and settling in front of the other boy. Crossing his arms, he allowed his glare to travel across the boy's body, enjoying his lithe figure and quivering demure. Touga love to see people shuddering and bowing before him; giving him the illusion of power among others.

" I---I....I." he stuttered, crunching strands of grass in his palm. Saionji knew that he was shaking but he could not control the emotions surging through him. Suddenly he felt a hand grab a fist full of hair and he winced. The pain shoot to his scalp, making him gasp.

" Speak up!" his obssesion growled, gripping tighter. He brought the redden face to eye level and bore down at it in repulse. He despied weaklings.

And Saionji Kyiouchi was among those inferior to him; he had notice the shy, timid boy the day he had been cursed to move there. He had blushed and smiled oddly to Kiryuu, then scampered off as if afraid to be looked at. Touga sneered, he had wanted to smack the kid, kick him to his knees and make him submit to the him; only to the redhead.

The thought had confounded Kiryuu, that he had wanted to possess Kyiouchi. And now Saionji kneeled before him, like a personal toy. The older boy grinned, he enjoyed the idea of the emerald hair beauty being his, to use and abuse at his whim.

But he also wanted to rebuke the boy and his silly idolization. He didn't like the realization that another boy liked him. He almost shuddered when Saionji confessed to him; and now he wanted to make the boy suffer. To degrade him into repeating his declaration of worship to Touga.

This was, and various other reasons, why he was so imitating; harsh sneers and icy insults. However, many still wished to be his friends; a rich, important acquitance by their side. Touga care not for them or the hundreds of juvenile girls swooning at his feet.

" Did you say that you liked me?" he mumured gently, this time, almost soothely to the boy's lips. Kyiouchi trembled, nodding meekly. This tiny movement sealed Touga's mind and the smaller boy's fate, he would have this toy as his own.

Saionji bit his lips, expecting the older boy to slap him in revoltion. Bracing himself, he let his body go limp against his adoration. A soft flutter came from his stomach at the small contact but he kept his eyes closed in fear.

It seem like forever, to Kyiouchi, when Kiryuu finally replied; feeling a cool warm breathe against his ear. He moaned, trying to compose his traitorous body.

" I like you, too, Kyio-chan." he mocked, sweetly, letting his harsh grip turn into a suave stroking motion.

" And if you really like me, like you say you do," he paused, watching his toy's expression. Saionji looked up innocently, still biting his lip; Touga decided that he liked how naive Kyiouchi looked. " Then you'll do whatever I say." he kissed his newfound friend on the forehead, relishing the feeling of his smooth skin. The other boy wrapped his arms around Kiryuu waist; clinging to him in some unknown need.

An odd aura crossed his body, and Touga suddenly felt that he wanted to protect his new toy instead of hurt him. Pushing the emotion aside, he licked playfully at Kyiouchi's ear and whispered,

" Is that a yes?"