Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ No Rock to Cling to ❯ The End of Everything ( Chapter 14 )

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Author's Note: It took forever and a day. But that day has finally come. May I present to you the final chapter to this long story...

 

 

No Rock to Cling To: The End Of Everything

 

Whirling and screaming they came, a horde of over a thousand people, all torn and cut and bleeding from traveling on foot for several hundred miles. All to reach their final destination. Men women and children of varying ages came, wearing dirty soiled clothing and all with the same mindless wild look. They ran at a speed faster than human as they were pursued by police sirens and the flashing lights of emergency vehicles. Far behind them them the city was in chaos; shops on fire and the streets littered with broken glass at their passing. Cops continuously yelled into their radios that `Yes! There's a mob breaking out of the city limits!' and `No I don't know where they're going! They all just came running out of that damn concert!'. As news reporters followed the action from a safe distance in their vans, one being followed their dark progress far more closely...

 

The One was gazing out into the distance with ageless eyes, borrowing the sight from a variety of the weaker blades as it guided them silently onward. Soon…they would be reaching the school gates soon… Shaking itself out of its trance, the One looked over at its two remaining Swords and gave a silent nod to their unspoken questions.

 

“They'll be here within moments. Stupid though they may be in comparison to such as we, the Thousand Swords will serve to effectively bolster our ranks.”

 

The Sword representing Hatred of Authority sneered dismissively as it stared out through Jak's eyes. “Whatever. I don't even care anymore. Why must we wait for them when we already have what we wanted? It's stupid!” He stabbed a finger down at the weakly thrashing body pinned to the concrete beside them. Anthy stared up with glazed eyes, her blood pumping out around the sharp swords jammed though her arms and legs. The dirty gag tied around her mouth kept her from crying out.

 

The Sword within Jak stalked around her body; predatory in the way its eyes never left her. “I don't care about this foolishness anymore…not when she's right here waiting for me to finally kill her. I don't see why we have to listen to you any—“ But his words were strangled as the One's hand suddenly closed around his throat; having moved faster than sight from where she had been standing on the other side of the roof. The toes of his boots barely scraped the ground as he struggled in the smaller woman's grip.

“Never forget, sibling…that while your strength comes from your hatred at all power held over you, you do not have the strength to disobey that power.” Her words were calm, each one falling like a stone. Jak's eyes glared hatefully back at her, as she slowly crushed his windpipe. But at last he gave a small nod and cast his eyes down. With a jerk she tossed him back, where he landed on his feet a few staggering paces backward.

 

“Whatever. Just make it soon, ok?” But his grumbling was more of a petulant whine now.

 

The third Sword on the rooftop still remained motionless, watching the duelists gathered in the courtyard below. Her short hair waved about her face in the ethereal winds coming off of the vortex of light, which spun directly above them. The transparent shapes of swords spun in a chain, snake-like as they twisted in and around the tornado that centered them in the air directly above Anthy's heart. But they never came close to her, nor the other rooftop occupants. Several feet of air formed a very thin barrier of safety. But when the time was right, that too would disappear.

 

The sword within Violet gazed out into the darkness; seeming to be watching nothing at all. But in actuality, she saw everything. Her face was walled off as the One slithered over and draped an arm around her body. Violet didn't react as the leading Sword pulled her close, not even so much as flinching or smiling when a taunting kiss was placed upon her cheek.

“Still sulking? Really now…I should think you'd be happy with your new body. But I suppose you never really change.” Utena's face broke into an evil smile, one that reminded Anthy strongly of Akio in the old days. She narrowed her green eyes as anger boiled up from her breast at what these monsters had done to her beloved.

 

Violet continued to remain motionless, but her eyes slowly shifted to their corners to gaze back at Utena's own. She said nothing, but the air seemed to grow steadily heavier. The One continued gazing back, still sporting her sardonic grin, but her eyes narrowed. There were a few moments of silence. Then, without turning she called to Jak.

 

“Have the sniveling humans worked up the courage to come up to meet us yet? I too grow tired of waiting.”

 

Jak finally wrenched his silver eyes from where they had been raking over Anthy's body, long enough to move to the roof's edge and gaze down below.

 

“Not yet. But they stand ready. I smell blood from here...” He smirked, his nostrils flaring as he took a deep inhalation.

 

Anthy closed her eyes and bravely ignored the aching pain in her body, from the beating earlier when they had captured her. She was weakening with every second, yet she steeled herself. She had dealt with excruciating pain before, and nothing could truly match the pain of being stabbed continuously by the million swords day after day....hour after hour. This pain meant nothing. She refused to yield to the little monsters. But the taunt about the duelists below made her chest tighten in apprehension.

 

She could deal with pain...and was willing to bite her own tongue out if it meant foiling whatever plans that main Sword had. Yet if something were to happen to those wonderfully noble men and women who had risked so much to help her...who had all grown up and gotten lives of their own, yet dropped everything to try and help her rescue Utena...

 

People who actually cared about her, it would seem...

 

She didn't know what she would do. And the thought made the bottom of her stomach sickeningly drop out. Dying was easy for her, but losing the ones she had come to deeply love...

 

For the first time since Anthy Himemiya could remember, she closed her eyes tightly and began to pray.

 

 

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The duelists were standing outside of the East Dorms, a line of silhouettes that were staring up into a boiling black sky. But more specifically: at the pillar of light that pierced it dangerously. They spoke not a word as they checked their weapons, adjusted shirt collars, removed jackets, and took that last long lingering kiss before they prepared for the worst. There was a heavy foreboding that weighed upon each of them.

 

Nanami and Kozue were off to one side, not quite looking at each other. And while the other duelists discussed plans of attack and how to begin the assault, Kozue bit her bottom lip as she mulled on thoughts of her own. Finally she looked up and came over to Nanami's side. Her empty lighter kept flicking open and closed nervously at her side.

 

“Hey, ah...listen...”

 

“Save it Kozue.”

 

Kozue refused to let the sullen tone stop her. She'd had this on her mind for awhile now, despite her flippant remarks to Touga earlier. But the lack of honorific on her name wasn't lost on her.

 

“About what happened in the green house, I didn't-”

 

Nanami cut her off with a sharp dismissive wave. “It's fine, Kozue. You did what you had to do, and now I'm freed. I'm grateful. Really.” The blond, who now had several cuts and bruises showing on her face, gave her a baleful look. But she sounded tired more than anything. “You risked your life...you didn't have to. But I appreciate it. I never want to have another one of those...those things inside me again.” She whispered tersely. Kozue regarded her silently.

 

Over the years, Nanami had matured a great deal. But most of it not through any desire of her own. She was handed the reins of her father's company after a merger and a scandalous media event broke out involving her brother Touga. It had forced her to step up to the plate and be the grown up she never was in school. Nanami had immediately gone under fire from bureaucrats and administrators, criticizing her age, sex, and lack of experience. And her socialite status among her peers was no longer there to shield her. Instead, she had had to use her own skills at networking and business in order to survive the corporate world that threatened to drown her. Exercising that little brain of hers just to keep from getting swamped, and learn how to run one of the most powerful companies in Japan as her brother never chose to.

 

Amazingly enough, this is what had impressed Kozue when she had kept her finger on the pulse of things. Nanami not only survived...but she thrived. She had studied up on new technology and finance plans to become more informed and independent. She rebuilt her company from the bottom up, displaced those that had challenged or worked against her, and even eventually gained the board of directors in her pocket. No small feat, from what the Kaoru sister had heard. Nanami had become successful, stern, and cool....and had incredibly shown a very sharp intelligence. Much like her brother.

 

Kozue had found it outrageously sexy. Who had known that the blond ditz would ever turn out like that? They hadn't spoken since graduation, yet Kozue watched from a distance. Intrigued at the transformation, and at seeing that new serious face at the top of an article now and then.

 

Yet she had never dreamed in a million years that their paths would cross again at that party two months ago.

 

“Are you ready? The others are about to leave.” Nanami interrupted her distant thoughts as she tied her long hair back into a loose bun. Kozue sighed.

 

“Yeah. As ready as I'll ever be. Let's go.”

 

The group was already waiting at the the double doors by the building entrance. When Kozue and Nanami reached them, they silently split into two groups. A small number was left to watch their backs from the rear as the rest of the duelists swiftly filed through the doorway into the entrance hall, and raced up the stairwell with their swords in hand. Fanning out so that they filled the narrow corridors and could have space to fight, they proceeded to carefully pass the dark empty dorm rooms. All were devoid of life and covered in dust. There was one room at the end of the hallway that seemed a bit fresher, door slightly ajar to reveal hardwood floor and a fallen dust cloth. But no one stopped to look inside, not even to glance at the name tags that had been untouched for eight years.

 

Motioning with a slight inclination of his head and a hand signal, Touga waited for the others to pass him up and along the next section of stairs before following behind with Miki to head up to the roof. The duelists burst onto the top of the East Dorm, a small army of swordsmen and women ready for their enemies to descend on them immediately. But suspiciously, none came. Not letting down her guard, Juri shifted over from her position on point, to allow Touga to come up beside her and take the lead. He regarded their surroundings carefully before locking gazes upon the three figures standing across the rooftop. The last three Swords...and Anthy.

 

He could feel Saionji stir restlessly beside him, but the green man made no move to go over to her. They'd learn caution when dealing with such dangerous foes. The sound of slow sarcastic clapping brought their attention to the One, who was slowly stalking toward them.

 

“Well well. The brave little duelists made it all the way here. And look! You even have some old friends. I'm sad. You took my friends away from me.” Utena's face took on a falsely mournful expression, as she stopped just a few feet away from them. Her silver eyes gazed at each of them in turn, taking in the tension that seemed to come off of them in waves. “That hurts you know. So I invited some new friends to the party, all of whom are very eager to see you.” The One smiled benevolently. But gradually the smile became a cruel smirk as Touga pointed his katana at her throat.

 

“How unfortunate you won't be here to greet them. Won't you kindly return that body you've been using?” His words were carefree but his voice held no warmth. The club owner was in a kendo stance, his posture perfect and the blade balanced neatly in his hands. A change from the smooth-talking playboy attitude he normally displayed.

 

The One put a finger to her lip and casually pondered. “Hmmm. No.” She smiled cheerfully then and stepped aside as Jak lept over her with his blade held high. “It's finally TIME!” He arced downward in a vicious slicing motion that blurred the air in streams of sickly green light. Grunting, Touga parried the attack, ignoring the confetti of torn cloth that burst like a cloud around him. Without looking behind him, his voice rang out across the school yard.

 

“ATTACK!” And with that, his crimson ponytail flapping like a battle standard, Touga engaged Jak in combat. A dozen answering cries rose as the duelists charged into the fray, The One and Violet coming to meet them. The battle began finally in earnest, as the Swords prevented the duelists from getting close enough to free the struggling Anthy. Sparks from sawing and scissoring blades lit up grimacing faces. As they struggled to quickly overwhelm the three remaining (and most powerful) of the Swords of Hatred, the duelists teamed up to take them down. But found themselves just barely holding their own against a superior force unlike anything they had ever known.

Juri ducked under an ugly cut to her head as she tried to knock Violet off balance. But barely had time to block as a kick met her gut instead. She grunted and slipped behind Shiori who maneuvered in to block a follow-up strike. Her face was cool as she turned aside a thrust aimed for her heart, sending it to the side. But her counter-attack was easily deflected by the expressionless Sword she faced.

 

Miki came in a tight lunge from the other side, intending to skewer her. But gasped as he was caught around the collar by small manicured nails and sent crashed forward into Shiori instead. Juri rolled out of the way and leg-sweeped Violet off her feet. Or tried. Instead, Violet flipped backwards to land onto a small air conditioning unit on the roof, and gave a small dismissive wave of her hand. A small vortex of twisted space opened above her head, and from it a hail of translucent blades speared down from within. Scattering before the rain of bruise-colored magic swords, they split up and moved to try and surround her once more. The Sword possessing Violet sighed, and materialized a second blade in her free hand. A nuisance. Especially when it was all for naught anyway...

 

Elsewhere, Touga was working alongside Akio and Nanami to try and remove the One. Nearby and close to the edge of the roof were Saionji, Kozue, and Wakaba who faced the whirlwind of violence that was Jak. Everyone had their hands full, and so far it looked like a stalemate from what the red-haired man could quickly glean as he tried to keep focused on his own fight. But things would deteriorate unless they could somehow gain a foothold. Their bodies were already tired and injured...and their opponents never tired. No. If they didn't hurry and end this, not only would they lose their lives, they'd lose Anthy as well...with everything that implied.

 

As he and Akio were sent skidding back by slam from an invisible wall, Touga looked up sharply as he heard a sharp cry of panic and a loud crash from the direction of the fighters beside him. Worried someone had slipped over the edge, he locked his gaze on Wakaba who was indeed standing on the edge. But it wasn't an attack from Jak that had made her pale in fear. Breaking away from where he had been locking swords with Utena, who was now grinning madly in glee, he directed a quick glance at the direction she was looking. And felt ice water run through his veins...

 

The massive school gates were now lying in a bent heap on the ground, forced from their hinges, as a flood of howling snarling demons came pouring and shoving their way through the gap. And kept coming. And kept coming. He watched in horror as the Thousand Swords entered the school grounds like an upset anthill, and came like a black tide to sweep over the East Dorms.

 

They were powerless to stop it.

 

 

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Anthy watched above her as the tornado of light swirled painfully inch by inch downward, creeping steadily closer to her prone body. Trapped, she tried to tilt her head backward far enough to see the progress of the battle behind her. The grit on the rough concrete scrapped into her scalp as she focused her hazy eyes on the melee being fought out by the indistinct shapes of her rescuers. Touga had begun calling out orders, his voice stern and sharp with some new urgency. Under his direction, the groups condensed and formed together to create a protective wall of swords and bodies. Pushing forward they strove to drive the Swords backward while at the same time defend against the onslaught of unearthly black magic that stormed around them.

 

The One had fallen back once more to let her lesser siblings take care of things, her mind focusing on directing the charging Sword horde that swiftly approached their location. Already, the first of them had kicked in the doors below.

 

Anthy could feel the swell of dark energy burning all around her, the sky ahead changing from its ugly black to a sooty blood-red as events began to reach their climax. Utena lifted her arms to the sky, short pink hair wafting out of their stiff spikes. A rumble in the earth signaled a magic barrier being raised around the school to keep the law enforcement and news crews out and from interfering. Tears began to stream from Anthy's eyes. They had failed. There was no more time, the slaughter was upon them. This was the end of everything.

 

She choked on a sob that shook her aching body. Closing her eyes, she could not drown out the roaring wind that had picked up around them. Or the roaring from inside the dorm building below.

 

No.

 

Anthy squeezed her eyes tighter as a hot outrage began to shout from deep within. It grew as her eyes opened once more, burning as a flame of determination in her eyes.

 

No. No more killing. No more suffering.

 

She grit her teeth down onto the filthy damp gag in her mouth, her forehead creasing as an overwhelming feeling poured through her. It drowned out her fear and pain and sorrow. A fury blazed through her, full of the injustice, the deep love, and the will to live. To win! She would not lose. Not like this. Not to this!

 

She would not lose Utena!

 

Her eyes narrowing and glowing green, she summoned her resolve and steeled herself. Slowly, she forced her left arm upward, grinding painfully up the blade that held it pinned firmly into the concrete. Sweat beading up on her forehead and trickling down the side of her face, her muscles screaming in the pain that flamed through her arm and all the way up her shoulder. But she kept going until her stabbed forearm bumped with another spike of agony against the hilt of the short sword. Silently, her teeth worrying through the gag, Anthy's eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. Inside its concrete sheath, the tip of the sword scraped slightly side to side. And slowly wiggled upward...

 

 

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“Miki fall back! Shiori back up Nanami! Saionji, continue helping Akio bar the door! Hurry everyone, there's no time!” Touga ordered, acting as the general on the battlefield in the midst of the bloody chaos. Bearing a fresh wound over his eye, he impatiently swiped at the blood threatening to blind him. Jak's arm was hanging limply after being dislocated earlier. Growling like a dog, he tried to snake around Kozue's guard, but Miki was there to block him. Their defense was tight enough to prevent him from getting his broadsword in, but they still had Violet to contend with.

 

“Shit! Does anyone know what this guy's weakness is? He's pissing me off!” Kozue growled angrily back as Jak once more got in her face. Saionji was yanked backwards by Akio as another hail of swords from Violet appeared. A strange light came in Miki's eyes.

“I...I-I do!” He pressed a couple of fingers to his temple as if he had a headache. Nanami was doing the same, having overheard.

 

“Err...Authority. He hates to be ordered around. I remember from when...w-when I was--”

 

“Pay attention!” Kozue cried, block a swiped from Jak, who despite having only one arm was having no trouble driving them back.

 

“Sorry! But where are we going to...” Miki trailed off as he looked up in surprise. Jak was howling in pain and rage, startling several of the duelists from their mindless fighting. The other two Swords whirled as well. The One then cried out in rage as she continued moving her hands in spell work; unable to stop. Unexpectedly Anthy stepped from behind Jak, holding a bloody short sword. A second was buried into his lower back, just missing the vital organs on the other side of the flesh wall. Anthy's eyes were glowing with an inner light, as trails of energy connected her hand to the buried sword hilt. The Sword of Hatred of Authority was paralyzed in place, unable to move. Anthy snapped them out of their daze.

“What are you waiting for, fools?!”

 

Coming back to himself, Miki quickly stabbed Jak in the heart. The duelists nearby watched as the possessing spirit within shrieked and was expelled from his open mouth and eyes. The transparent young boy , still screaming childish threats, dissipated in the night air and the freed musician slumped to the ground in a heap.

 

“Man. Rather impressive work there, lady. Just hitting that right spot and all.” Kozue remarked impressed, and dying for a cigarette.

 

“Practice.” Anthy replied glibly, and not in the mood.

 

Ignoring them Juri and Shiori charged forward with Touga between them to shield them from attacks from above. Anthy was quickly engulfed into the ranks of the duelists, Akio and Saionji acting as guards as Wakaba quickly worked to stop the heavy bleeding from her arms and legs. The wounds were bad, the creases of Anthy's eyes showing exhaustion and pain. Wakaba was stunned that despite fatigue and heavy blood loss, she was still even on her feet. A loud vibration jarred her badly, making her fumble with the bandages she held in her teeth.

 

The door to their right shook with a loud crash. A second loud crash hit it again from the other side, nudging forward the barricade of piping and old wooden crates that had been quickly constructed from whatever was lying around on the roof. It would not last more than a couple of minutes! Already it was bowing outward from the inhuman force applied as several bodies threw themselves against it again and again.

 

Anthy pulled away from Wakaba, stumbling slightly as Miki appeared on her elbow to help her. Keeping his sword arm free as he deflected the few attacks that came from the magic sword lances, he aided her.

 

“There is no time left! We must end it now. Come, I will hold the girl!”

 

Summoning hidden wells of strength Anthy began an incantation as she once more withdrew her deck of playing cards. Flying up in a spiral, her hair being torn at by the hurricane winds on the roof, the cards arranged themselves into a rose-shaped pattern. They glowed red as an archaic set of symbols set in a circle appeared below Violet's feet. Looking down and frowning, she tried to move but could not. Red glowing vines had grown up around her legs and held her in place.

 

The One turned, snarling with anger but finally finished with guiding her horde to the rooftop. They could manage on their own. The Sword within Violet looked at her, speaking for the first time. Her voice was haunting like cathedral bells “One! Help me, I am imprisoned!”

 

But the One didn't answer, choosing instead to slink to the side and launch her own magic attack at the group. A small team, consisting of just Nanami and Kozue, moved to put down Violet. She was still fierce however, and whirled her two scimitars around with shocking ease and fluidity to force them back.

 

“One! They would slay me, and you would let them?! Are we not supposed to remake this world and sacrifice the witch together?!”

 

Utena's dead eyes looked back balefully. “Anyone so weak as to be captured by that witch deserves death. And I can make new Swords, with or without you sister.”

 

Violet ground her teeth in rage and jerked back to roar at the sky. A maelstrom of energy burst from her, lashing out at everything in reach. The One cried out and leaped to land nimbly on her hands and feet on the edge corner of the roof. There were several scorch marks on her arms and torso, her hair smoking. The duelists cowered, and the two women trying to stab Violet were thrown onto their backs.

 

“Always betrayed! ALWAYS!! Your kind NEVER changes! I give you everything, I sacrifice my love for you time and again, and yet...even though I expect it now from experience, you STILL find ways to BETRAY me!!” Nanami and Kozue, the closest to the possessed girl who now clawed at the bleeding sky, gasped and writhed on the ground.

 

An overwhelming sadness threatened to break against them like a tsunami, as unbidden memories of their most painful experiences in Ohtori were wrenched to the forefront of their minds. Kozue burst into tears as she recalled Miki leaving her alone as a child to face those onlooking crowds of people at the recital...felt anguish choke her as she remembered how she was betrayed by lovers and her brother throughout their school days, the feelings of loss and the desperation to cling to whatever she had. She had hated herself for what she had become, but couldn't stop playing the new sort of adult games she had learned. How she had hated them all...especially Miki. Stupid brother who pretended to be blind to her feelings and whose self righteousness forced a rift between them. And loved them. A bitter ugly love that made her laugh sarcastically at the joke of a world she lived in, even as she kept on taunting and teasing. Kept sipping milkshakes to make him happy, kept going to those lingerie parties even though financially there wasn't a real need. And hating herself for that again, as new betrayals crept up every single day. New betrayals that all stemmed from her...the cycle never breaking...

 

Violet's Sword's Hatred was all encompassing, weakening the resolve of the rose duelists on the roof and making them fall to their knees under the blows of the One who still fought on unhindered. Whether this had been its intention all along or not was unclear...but the Sword capitalized upon it.

 

Nanami's eyes were rolled up into her head, her body squirming on the rough rooftop as she muttered incoherently, trapped in memories. Kozue struggled to roll over onto her side, her mind like brackish water that threatened to drown her as she struggled to break the surface again. Doggedly she fought on to escape the poison emanating from the Sword of Hatred's epicenter, and as she willed herself to fight...the rose sigil hidden upon her cheek slowly began to glow. As it began to glow brighter, Kozue struggled to sit up as her unfocused eyes began to clear and her thoughts began to crystallize. Coming to her hands and knees, half slouched beside Nanami, she grimaced as she fought against the spell. Nanami was crying as well, hands dug into her hair as she grasped her head in pain. Remembering encounters with Touga no doubt...or even...

 

Kozue's eyes suddenly snapped to full focus as she shifted to lean over Nanami, leaning close to listen to her mumbled words. The battle waging beyond them, the pulsating red vines that encased the Sword (now beginning to fracture and break as the spell began to run its final course as Anthy fought to hold it), Violet's howls at the world that had mistreated her and a Prince who had never come...all were forgotten. The world fell silent as Kozue put her ear to Nanami's lips. The blond, eyes blind, rasped tearfully.

 

“...Kozue...why?”

 

Kozue's blue eyes narrowed sharply. No... Nanami was being forced to remember her! Nanami felt she was...betrayed? Yes. Of course she would. Sadly the blue haired woman ran her finely shaped nails along Nanami's sweaty cheek, smoothing her tousled hair as the woman struggled. All thoughts of fighting now gone.

“Nana-chan...” Kozue whispered, leaning close enough to study her pained features, and planting her arms on both sides of Nanami's torso to keep her from rolling around any more. The business woman beneath her arched her back, but was firmly restricted.

 

“Nanami, no...please...” Kozue murmured as she planted a soft kiss onto Nanami's forehead as if to soothe her. “Please don't hate me...I...I never meant to betray you.” The rose sigil continued to glow on her cheek, a bright pinprick of light in the gloom.

 

Unheedingly, she continued to be swept by her nightmares. So Kozue went on, her voice gaining strength. “Nanami! Listen to me.” She straddled her ex-lover with her knees, freeing her hands to grasp the girls wrists and gently pull them from out of her hair where she'd begun to tug at it more violently.

 

“I've never intended to hurt you like this...you must believe me! Despite the jokes. The little things between us, I never wanted to hurt you. Never. I was just...scared.” Eyes filled with remorse Kozue planted a delicate kiss on Nanami's lips, closing her eyes as she went on a hairsbreadth away. “I didn't forget you after graduation...somehow I couldn't, even though we weren't really friends. You were always more interested in hanging out with my brother since he was on the Council. But I watched you...from a distance. And I was always impressed and awed by what you overcame when Touga left you with the company. You were so strong and beautiful.” Kozue went on, eyes still closed. Beneath her she felt Nanami stilling, her struggles quieting.

 

“But I never imagined I'd actually meet up with you again. We hadn't seen each other's faces for years...then suddenly, two months ago...there you were.” Kozue opened her eyes to find Nanami's own blue ones looking back into hers. Her eyes were clearing as they stared into each other's eyes, Kozue's words seeming to draw her up out of her Sword-inflicted misery.

 

“Nanami...when I came over to that couch with all of those business women giggling and flirting and playing about with the other models and lingerie samples...you were sitting there alone in that loose unbuttoned blouse. And I saw you watching only me. It was the first time I...I think I've ever actually blushed at one of those things.”

 

The blond beneath her who had been listening to her with questioning eyes gave a small smile, eyes softening as Kozue went on, not stopping. Her voice came faster and more breathy, as if she didn't get it out now she never would. Probably wouldn't. What better time than the end of the world? The sounds of metal clashing and the door splintering and bowing outward began to filter in behind them. Kozue stroked her face delicately in spite of it all.

“Nanami I've always liked you. But the moment I felt your eyes on mine? I knew I loved you. That's what scared me...not the feeling of being confined, or you trying to monopolize my time. Not being dragged to this date and that like a show animal. Those were all just excuses. Reasons to argue.”

 

Nanami placed a hand over her own, hair sprawled beneath her as she remained uncharacteristically silent; just listening...

 

“I was scared because of how much I loved you. Because I have never loved anyone as powerfully.” Kozue ran the back of her hand along Nanami's cheek. “I'm sorry for running away. Please don't hate me anymore.”

 

Smiling sardonically Nanami's once pained features now became tiredly sarcastic. “Hmph. It took you this long to admit it? I told you the same thing every time we made love, moron.” And reaching up she took Kozue's face in her hands and kissed her deeply. Melting into the kiss, Kozue's frazzled nerves soothed and the sigil pulsed on her cheek before fading away. From above them, Violet's voice drew them apart once more, as fragile and sharp as splintered glass.

 

“You...you shouldn't...l-listen! They lie time and again...” but her words were hollow, her face looking defeated. Kozue noticed she now had sparks of blue-white electricity crackling around her form, expanding from a space above her heart. Eyebrows narrowing as she stood up and reached down to help Nanami to her feet, Kozue answered. “Yes we do. But sometimes we repent. And sometime we can be forgiven. I love her.” Violet hissed, strangely tears coming to her own eyes.

 

Nanami picked up Kozue's sword and held it up to allow Kozue to place her hand atop hers. The blade glowed white-hot with power as they turned as one to the imprisoned Sword. It looked up at them with its silver eyes, shoulders drooped in defeat. The One glanced back at her and turned away.

 

“...I wish he had loved me the same...” it whispered, right as the two women thrust the blade into its heart.

 

 

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When Kozue and Nanami moved to rejoin the main battle, chaos had erupted. The duelists were being overwhelmed by trying to throw everything they had at keeping that damn door closed around the many reaching grasping hands that appeared in its holes. All struggling to reach through the shattering doorway and yank them bodily through. The rest were trying to fend off the One's attacks while protecting Anthy, who at the moment was flinging spells like her life depended on it. Which it did. And all the while, the tornado of swords had grown larger overhead as it descended ever closer to the roof. If it reached them, they would perish.

 

 

Angling to try and catch the One off-guard, Nanami and Kozue worked to pincer her in between the two groups and capture her. They were wary when she turned to face them and lifted her hand to the sky. But neither were prepared when a massive silver blade misted into existence above them all like a giant's knife, slammed down onto the rooftop and splitting it in half. The humans cried out in alarm as the building groaned and the rooftop suddenly sloped down into the middle causing them to slide. Thankfully it didn't crumble completely or they would have fallen. As they clamored once more to their feet, Touga angrily swiped at stringy filthy strands of hair that were now plastered to his face.

 

“This monster is the last! We can still win this, we just have to get rid of her!!” But even he knew it was easier said than done. They were spent. They had nothing left inside of them. What hope did they have to defeat the greatest of all the Swords...who looked as fresh as when she began? Laughing maniacally Utena arched her back to the sky as if reading his thoughts. It would take a miracle.

 

And that's when the door broke inward.

 

Saionji cried out in alarm as a torrent of gnashing human teeth and hands exploded through the doorway and snagged him by the shirt collar to sweep him into the tide of lost humanity. Akio was yanked by his hair down by a pair of girls with gleaming silver eyes and foaming lips. The duelists erupted into screams as the Thousand Swords poured on top of the jagged rooftop. The One stood in the middle like a rock, the bodies shoving around her acting as the current. Still laughing. Triumphant!

 

Touga fell under the weight of several heavy-set men, and cried out as he was kicked and trampled. As a boot came down onto his head, he looked up to see nothing but a world full of faces contorted in utter hate. As his vision began to fade to black, he could only feel sorrow that this was how it all would end...for nothing...

 

He almost didn't feel the arms grasp him around the waist and pull him upward out of the thronging mass.

 

Broken and bleeding, wondering if he was dreaming...Touga weakly gazed into the face of a man he never thought he'd see again. “...Ruka...” Touga whispered hoarse. Before his eyes rolled up in their sockets and he passed out.

 

The ghost, or perhaps he was something more now, lifted Touga up and out of the hellish nightmare below. It set him down on the rooftop of the adjacent building where the other duelists where now arriving thanks to Anthy and her magic bubble again. The witch, gazed back across the space between them and locked gazes with the One, who actually seemed disappointed.

 

“You still have the strength for your witchcraft? How irritating. Don't you know how to properly die?” The duelists were all lying in crumpled heaps around her, no longer able to fight. They had escaped with their lives...but at what cost? Out of them all, only Nanami, Akio, and Wakaba were still conscious. Akio more through sheer force of will. But none of them were in any condition to pick up a sword. The list of injuries and broken bones alone were...near catastrophic.

 

Ruka hovered in a faint glow near Juri and Shiori, who had been laid side by side as they weakly struggled to breath.

 

“Ruka...thank you...I know you must have used much of your power to aide us.” Anthy whispered, her shoulders slumped tiredly. And indeed, he seemed to be fading out of exisitence as she spoke. He seemed to give a nod, little more than a faint glowing human shape. “It has to end Anthy...the door to the past must be closed...” And with those echoing parting words, he shimmered out of exisitence.

 

Sadly he was right. It was only a matter of time before the mob made its way over here. They couldn't keep running. She couldn't go on any further.. But what could they do? What could they do? She sat down on the new roof, feeling dizzy, and put her head in her hands. A strong warm hand laid itself on her shoulder. She looked up to see Akio smiling down at her, his face a mask of blood. But somehow it was still...gentle. A word she hadn't used for him in a long long time.

 

“Anthy...you and I both know this is the final gambit. And everything rests on our next course of action. We can't depend on our noble knights any longer...”

 

Anthy sighed and rested a delicate hand atop his own, their blood mingling across her skin. “Yes. I know... I've put them all through so much, only to lead them to defeat. I'm a failure Akio.” The One was giving orders across from them, but paused to blow her a kiss and point upward to the sky. The tornado of light had nearly touched down.

 

Akio looked on, his eyes suddenly ageless as Anthy's own now were. “They are shadows from the past. Our past.”

 

“Yes...”

 

“Anthy.” She looked up at him, her green eyes meeting his own. “This is no longer your battle either. Your only fight now is to rescue Utena.” He strode to the edge of the building. She struggled to her feet as she watched him balance on the edge.

 

“Brother! What are you doing?! Stop!” Her voice held a panicked edge as she grabbed his arm with both of her hands and tried to tug him back away. “You'll fall!”

 

But Akio didn't budge, just continue gazing out across the abyss. “Yes. And its time that this old Prince did. I have already fallen this far, I want to head to the bottom.”

 

He smiled and as he stepped forward into space, The One whipped its head around like a raptor and hissed.

 

“Stop!”

 

“Anthy...I still have a portion of myself remaining! My old self. This is what draws them to you and I, they are all figures from our original life!” He cried out over the wind, which now had gone from mere gusts to a screaming velocity. His violet hair blew free in lose streams around his face, mingling with Anthy's.

 

“I cannot beat the One, but I can exorcise its army! They will still answer my call! T...Tell Kanae that I did love her. And that I know she'll find happiness!!”

 

Smiling peacefully, he leaped off the side of the building. Anthy screamed after him as he disappeared from view, and jerked in horror when there was a loud thud. Shrieking in sorrow as she leaned over the side and saw the broken twisted body of who used to be Akio Ohtori, she clawed at her cheeks with her nails. The witch wailed her misery as the life force of her brother disappeared completely from her heart. “ NO!! AKIOOOOOO!!” She fell to her hands and knees sobbing. Everything...she had lost...everything...

 

Suddenly a burst of light from below made her wrench her head back up. With a loud whinny and a sound of trumpets, a golden-bodied figure riding upon a horse that glowed like starlight burst from Akio's broken shell below. It flew up into the sky like quicksilver, the golden figure caped and crowned like a noble from legend, and twisted in the air to face the beings gathered below it. A bright shining glow burst from the spiritual beings as Prince Dios raised his sword high into the air.

 

The sky of blood and fire parted as a ray of light fell upon the sword and it burst into flames. The One, its face twisted and bestial in the face of the holy sword shrieked metallically and jumped off of the building to land in the shadows below...escaping as Dios and his steed charged the rooftop of still-clamoring swords.

 

Anthy, yards away, watched in disbelief as the spirit horse and rider flew down like a comet. Then shielded her face with her hands as Dios and his sword collided with the rooftop and sent it into a golden blaze of fire. The shock wave from the impact knocked Anthy back onto her rump as looked back up. That rooftop was now littered with bodies, all of them unconscious. The tornado of swords however was still there, swirling and tinkling with steel and magic and light.

 

Hunting about wildly to see where Dios had gone, she found him in the sky once more, gazing down at her. As she watched tearfully, the purged souls that had inhabited the mob's collective bodies rose up as lights to trail upward to meet him. Gazing back at her expressionlessly, he gave a slow bow from his saddle. Lifting he nodded his head once at her and turned to gaze up at the moon. With the lights creating a glowing trail behind him, Dios rode up into the sky and finally disappeared.

 

Akio...no, Dios...her brother. He was finally gone. He was really gone this time. She looked down at her hand, which had only moments ago held his. With this, everything would change. She closed her eyes briefly as tears once more filled them. And then she heard a small scrape just underneath the roof's edge. Glancing up, her body moved of its own accord to see what had made the sound...and a hand shot over top of the side to grab her by the throat. Anthy felt her herself jerked to the edge and came face to face with a demon. Utena's silver eyes bled fire, her face twisted with an unspeakable rage. Roaring, She threw Anthy back across the roof and climbed up after her.

 

The dark skinned woman crashed and tumbled across the prone bodies of her friends, gasping as her wounds were jarred and the wind knocked out of her. In an eye blink, Utena was there, picking her up again.

 

“You filthy WRETCH! You and your damnable BROTHER have RUINED IT!!” The One screamed at her from inches away. Anthy winced as her ears rang, still trying to gasp for breath. She was too weak to fight back as she was shook like a rag doll.

 

“WHORE! But not all is lost. You hear me, pig's bride?! I still have YOU after all! And I can still salvage this wreckage!!” It stopped shaking her long enough for Anthy to try and get her wits about her as she grabbed its wrist with her hands. The One gloated.

 

“That spell over there is waiting for you. It requires a sacrifice, as all proper things do...and once your body is torn to shreds, the door to my new glory will be opened. And now I needn't share it with useless riff-raff!!”

 

Anthy glared back, her teeth clenched as she refused to give in to the pressure trying to bend her will. “What are you! You aren't someone from the past...you're different! You were never human. What kind of Hatred are you?!”

 

The One sneered, its face disdainful. “I am from a past far more distant than yours...as if it would even matter. Fool! Don't you recognize what's before you?” It leaned its face close enough to her let its hot breath cross her lips. “I'm Hatred. I am Hatred! Hatred of Everything! All encompassing, unforgiving, equal in my detestation of all things that creep'th upon the earth. Religion, relationships, civilizations, beasts...I Hate them all! And lo, they shall feel my Hate and be consumed by its flames...” A forked tongue slithered from Utena's lips.

 

Anthy paled, but bit her lip in resolve. She could not waver in the battle of wills. “You made the original Swords...you poisoned the hearts of those people.”

 

“I strengthened what was already there. And gave life to the weapons inside.”

 

“You twisted their feelings! You hurt them and made them a liar's deal.”

 

“Oh no Anthy, child...I gave them what they wanted. They wanted to hurt you and that little Prince...to let out their real feelings. I just gave them a means. The chance to change things. And oh, did things change...”

 

The thing, who's features were beginning to become less and less human much to Anthy's dismay, loosened its grip upon her swollen neck and caressed her cheek.

 

“You've broken my new siblings...my confidantes. You and that bitch Tenjou Utena. But I can make new ones. I have gained much from your suffering over these long centuries...and now...now dreams that were never once dared can be realized!”

 

It turned and gestured to the tornado of swords, its light pulsating coldly from where it now spun rapidly in place upon the roof of the East Dorm. It had finally touched down, and its size had grown. In the middle of the tornado, Anthy could faintly make out what looked like an archway draped in hooks and chains. Hatred watched her face in satisfaction.

 

“Yes...the sacrificial gate. You shall serve your final purpose, and this restricting deal with your woman shall be annulled. She's far too weak to protest now anyway.”

 

But as the demon turned to drag her off the roof, it jerked to a halt. Turning back, it saw that Anthy had planted her feet and was stubbornly refusing to move. It narrowed its borrowed eyes, and tried to yank her forward but Anthy clamped her hands tighter around its wrists.

 

“Come! Enough of your foolishness, I'll break those legs if I have to.”

 

“No.”

 

“No? Ha!” It laughed, amused. But Anthy held its gaze calmly.

 

“No. Because I love you.”

 

“....” Hatred raised its eyebrow, it humor leaving its face just as quickly as it came. Its silver eyes were as cold and as merciless as the snowfields in winter. “I beg your pardon?”

 

“I love you. I love you, all of you! I won't leave you.”

 

Hatred smirks. “How cute. And nice try.”

 

With a smile, it gave a rough tug and Anthy flew up off the ground as if she'd sprouted wings. Crushing her painfully to its body, it smirked down at her. “You should know better than that.

 

And that's when Anthy pressed in for the kiss. Hatred froze, shock and rage on its face as the cunning woman pressed her mouth full on its own. But it remained paralyzed in place as impossibly he felt her heart open like a floodgate and wash with feelings of intense and deep....

 

...Love.

 

Anthy concentrated, taking Utena's cheeks into her hands to keep their mouths pressed firmly together. With a discipline formed from centuries of practicing her craft...of being burdened by her sins and failings...Anthy opened her heart and channeled it through the connection of their lips. She let feelings of pain, anguish and sorrow flow away...the fear of losing Utena and their friends...the fresh raw hurt from watching her brother sacrifice himself... it was noted and then released. And in its place she summoned up the warmth and caring newly found in reuniting with her duelists. Her knights. The deep respect and admiration she had for each of them and the happiness she had found in the new life she had gained when Utena had freed her. And the bottomless emotions that Utena, her Prince and savior, evoked.

 

Anthy kissed not Hatred, but sought to reach Utena herself, trapped within. Sending her message of love, devotion, and eternal oath of fidelity with every press of their skin. The opposite of Undying Hatred, Anthy offered True Love.

 

And like a miracle, a connection secured like a crackling rope of electricity in her mind. A tiny pulse on the other end, weak and fragile. Like the heartbeat of a baby bird. Focusing on that one link like a snare, the witch threw everything she had within her to follow it. Eyes glazing over as their bodies remained entwined, Anthy felt her mind slip and then fall forward into a dark abyss...

 

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…...all was darkness....

 

….....Anthy could see and hear nothing, just feel the rushing of invisible wind as she fell. She felt no worry at reaching the bottom however. And gradually, she felt herself slowing as she touched down gently onto black sand. She was in the middle of a wasteland, the space in front of her had lightened to a miserable shade of gray. Just enough to make out the forms of twisted gnarled trees surrounding her on the windswept plain. But it was not enough to give a hint as to how big the expanse actually was. Tucking a stray wafting strand of hair behind her ear, she gazed about her trying to feel which direction she should go. Utena had to be here somewhere.

 

Narrowing her eyes, she scanned the horizon closer as she opened up that piece inside of her that had linked to Utena to begin with. Following that tiny silver thread, she began to walk forward, leaving footprints in the sand behind her.

 

She had no idea how much time had passed. Time itself seemed to have no meaning here, and instead was as turbulent and shifting as stormy seas. With it came a feeling of eternity and age. Old yet not. Broken yet not. As if dust needed to be blown from the entire world, but it choked too thickly to do so. Anthy who was accustomed to such sensations, didn't pause as she continued walking in a bee-line for the source of her connection. The world around her melted and swirled, as it formed a new picture in the painting. And there she was.

 

Anthy stopped before a marble structure that rose from the sands around it in cascading rises and columns. A shrine now broken and dilapidated lying in ruin amidst the sands. As she stepped closer she found herself walking on a cobblestone path as she moved around a dry fountain and its chipped statue work. Just beyond it was a woman, suspended by chains in the middle of an archway, her body aching and shivering. Her body was coated in sweat, causing the dust in the wind to coat her skin and give it a dark appearance. With long hair covering her naked form and the woman's head down limply at the ground, Anthy trembled. It looked like her.

 

But as she stepped closer, the head tiredly lifted itself to stare blindly in her direction, and gray light caught and dully reflected blue eyes.

 

No...it was Utena!

 

A clinking of chains indicated Utena was trying to raise up further to focus on her position. Anthy stepped forward, stretching out a hand to touch the tortured body that struggled weakly to find her. “Utena...what have they done to you....”

 

Head lolling, Utena slowly blinked and seemed to come back to herself a bit. “Mnngh...A....Anthy....” A hand gently stoked her calf, the highest it could reach.

 

“Utena! It's me, I'm here now...I've come to free you.”

 

But Utena shook her head mutely and turned her face away. Anthy, distressed, moved to follow her line of sight. “Why? Why won't you look at me? Is it true that you really do hate me? Utena...I would take it all back if I c--”

 

“No!” Utena groaned, her back arching as the chains tightened and the hooks stuck within her skin slowly pulled tighter. Panting she squeezed her eyes shut as Anthy stifled a sob of anguish with her hands. Utena had taken her place...why? Why was this...?

 

“N...No...n-never...could never...” Utena mumbled, becoming incoherent as her head rolled back down again dumbly. Afraid to touch her again lest she spark another attack, Anthy moved to peer up at Utena from below, her eyes locked firmly on those painfully familiar robin's egg blue. Neither seemed to notice Utena's naked and vulnerable state.

 

“If you don't hate me, then why don't you want me here? Don't you want to be free of that monster?” Anthy probed with her words, but also with her heart...carefully watching.

 

“Can't...h...hate you...but I...I did I...I did hate you...for that moment I...broken...I broken...I'm....”

 

Anthy grabbed Utena's leg again, willing her to listen and look at her. “Listen to me...you're human for gods' sake. You are a living breathing human, and if you hated me at that moment I couldn't have blamed you! I don't blame you even now! Those Swords would have whispered anything, done anything to get you to have mercy on them... And I am more than deserving of your hate. But Utena...I don't hate you!”

 

Utena's head slowly lifting, seeming a momentous task. But she seemed unable to find the strength to speak. Anthy appealed to her, her voice to ringing clear and sharp. “Utena! Look at me now!” Utena's face flinched and she did, her eyes wide and frightened. “Why are you doing this to yourself? Why are you punishing yourself?”

 

“I...failed...” came the hoarse reply, and Utena's face became shameful. The chains began to tighten again, but Anthy threw her head back and refused to back away.

 

“Why? You saved me. You stopped the duels despite all odds! You risked your life and broke the Swords of Hatred!”

 

“I...I couldn't f-finish it. I...was too a-afraid. I wasn't a...P-Prince, I...”

 

“No. You were Utena. And that was more important.”

 

“I h-hurt...everyone. I was too...w-weak...to say no...” The pink haired woman hissed in pain as the hooks dug deeper into her back.

 

“You made a mistake. You let them out.”

 

“Yesssss!”

 

“But we forgive you.”

 

The clinking of chains stopped. Anthy went on determinedly.

 

“Utena...you made a mistake. But no one is perfect...no one is free from ugly emotions and thoughts and feelings...least of all me. We love you, not perfection. We love you, Utena. All of you...” Utena looked up at her, tears streaming down her face. Anthy hadn't noticed before, but the wet warmth on her cheeks confirmed that she was crying too.

 

“Touga, Juri, Miki, Saionji Wakaba...all of them, they all care so much about you. Even when they forgot you. You still had a place reserved in their hearts. So much so that they fought to free you. To free us both from this hell! Utena, I love you more than I have loved anything or anyone...please...won't you come back to me?”

 

The chains were slowly beginning to droop to the ground...and as they lowered, so did Utena's limp body. Anthy reached up and after a moment Utena fell into her waiting arms. Pulling the woman's body close, she watched as the chains slowly began to rust away. Soon they were gone, and Utena's filthy dusty body now shone cleanly against her.

 

“I'm sorry Anthy...” She whispered against her collar bone, her body crushed desperately against Anthy's own. The other woman allowed them to sink to the ground, so that Utena was curled against her chest like a child's. “I made a mess of everything...”

 

“Shhhh...” Anthy soothed, stroking her hair and closing her eyes. She inhaled gently and placed a kiss atop her forehead. Utena encircled her waist with her arms.

 

“It hurt so bad...I was broken...and I was scared. I didn't know dying could feel like that, and it frightened me. I thought I would lose everything, that everyone would just forget me and nothing would change. I was so...alone... I panicked. And it sickened me.”

 

Anthy said nothing, just started rocking her beloved gently while Utena confessed softly to her. From within her throat she crooned wordlessly, never stopping as she kept on stroking her hair.

 

“For awhile I was able to drown them out. Keep them inside, but it got harder...and soon I didn't care anymore. I'm so sorry Anthy...” Utena sobbed bitterly. She looked up as Anthy planted kisses on each of her eyes.

 

“I know...and I forgive you.”

 

“I...I don't know if I forgive myself. I don't know if I can be strong again. I don't think I have it in me to be anyone's Prince anymore.”

 

Anthy smiled down at her, her eyes brimming with love and caring. Kissing Utena carefully upon the lips, she parted to lean her forehead against hers.

 

“That's okay. I'll be yours.”

 

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It had only been mere seconds since Anthy's green eyes had blazed like molten lava and the signature blue electricity began to crackle across Hatred's stolen body. But suddenly Anthy gave a rattling intake of breath and her pupils dilated. The fire in her eyes died and she staggered back. The One's face twisted into a guttural snarl, and she bellowed out in desperate rejection. But as her throat tightened and her fingers grasped at the ground like claws, her silver eyes turned black and a thick mist began to expel from within her body. Like an ugly cloud, it funneled out of Utena's throat and eyes and formed into a vaguely animalistic shape that howled in time with the wind.

 

Utena's blue eyes blinked in confusion, before she swayed and fell to her knees in front of Anthy. The beast above them howled, still grasping for them. But as Anthy held Utena protectively it was sucked forcefully into the swirling vortex of light beyond.

“NOOO! NOOO! I WON'T GO BACK TO THAT DAMNABLE HELL!! NOT AGAIN!!”

 

It grasped the edges of the whirling portal, trying to hold on. But something larger reached and snagged it about the waist, ripping it inside. There was a final scream, a clap like thunder, and both disappeared. A sizzling burnt mark and the scent of sulfur was the only evidence left behind. The blood-red sky above faded as the clouds began to filter with a change in the wind.

 

Anthy felt Utena stir in her arms, and looked down to find her Champion gazing up at her with honest relief and happiness.

 

“...my...Prince...”

 

Around them the duelists finally began to stir, just as the sun rose over the horizon.

 

It was over.

 

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She could recall at that moment the taste of sweet herbal tea that still lingered in her mouth. Feel the warm flutters in the pit of her stomach she couldn't seem to get rid of. The shadows that had been whispering and beckoning within her mind for the past eight years had finally quieted. And she felt peace for the first time in a long one.

 

Even now she could recall it. That glimpse of endless abyss waiting to stretch forth its maw and consume every part of her...and the blazing green eyes of a woman who absolutely would not let her fall. The hand that had pulled her away from the edge and into the warmest embrace she had ever felt. So full of deep love and caring, and fueled by the hearts and wills of nine other people all waiting to embrace her too.

 

Anthy's scent still clung to Utena, as she paced somewhat restlessly backstage in the holding area. It was so weird being back here. It felt as though everything had come full circle. She and the band were currently at Ocean 6 studios, about to be interviewed about their lead singer and her pending plans for retirement. Utena still wore dark clothing, but it seemed toned down now and much more simplistic. Her hair fell to her waist and kept getting into her eyes, much to the amusement of the others. But the dark circles under those eyes had faded, and she looked healthier and happier than she had in ages. Smiling to herself, she whistled quietly as the group was ushered by the assistant and sent to walk through the false door to the thundering of applause and cheers of the audience.

 

Lance and Eric gave hearty waves, Eric even going so far as to blow a kiss to a guy who was wearing a shirt with her name on it. Mason slunk in beside her and blew a kiss to the man too, earning some chuckles from the audience and cameramen. The two drummers, bassist, keyboard player, and lead guitarist all took their places on the posh chairs and couch, leaving the slightly taller stool for their lead singer. Utena took it gingerly, running a hand through her new long hair. It was now its original length, before she'd made the devil's deal eight years ago and allowed her body to become home to the shattered Swords.

 

Lost in thought, she felt a hand on her knee and looked up to see Jared gazing back at her seriously. His mohawk was pink now, with a big heart in red, dyed on either side. The publicist had gleefully run with it, and their fans were still squealing about he “wore it in honor of the person he cared for the most”. It may or may not have been true. But it had made Utena laugh when she saw it. And that was what seemed to make Jared the most happy.

 

It was odd. These were people she had technically 'known'. All of whom had been unwillingly pulled into her problems, then used and disposed. They had been lied to technically, since Utena hadn't exactly been honest about her identity. And while that wasn't entirely her fault, she'd let their bodies be violated. Had hurt them. Had done the damage herself. With Anthy's help, she'd managed to alter their memories to help them forget the real reasons for the chaos at that final concert. To change subtle details in what they recalled, so they wouldn't remember the Swords of Hatred or being possessed by them...but they still recalled the important things.

 

But even with all of that...how could they stand to look at her? Utena could feel tears prick at the corner of her eyes, and stiffened as Jared and Violet pulled her into a tight embrace. Relaxing she let them hug her, as she leaned down into their shared hug.

 

No. No more sadness or self pity. Utena would be grateful for the friendships she had made with these talented young people, and never forget the fond memories they had made together. Hearing the “awwwws” and happy crying from the audience, Utena opened her eyes and took in all of the people jammed into the studio audience and spilling out of the doors. So many people had been turned away, all who wanted to show support for Crysanthium Ecstasy. She smiled softly at them, humbled. The host had finally gotten the room quieted enough to begin the interview, and everyone listened in rapt attention.

 

“Ten.”

 

“Please, in light of my upcoming retirement from the band...just call me Utena. That's my real name.” She could practically hear the cellphones text messaging furiously beyond her.

 

“Ah! Then Utena-san...its exactly about your retirement that we wanted to speak with you...get your thoughts. Why is it, that after your band's incredible tour around the world and the rising fame you all have obtained as a group...and especially you, Utena-san... Why retire? Why now?” The woman in the mauve suit and gaudy pink accessories leaned in close, predatory. But Utena remained calm and relaxed. Giving a glance back at the people arranged on the couches behind her, smiling as Mason and Eric both mouthed 'you can do it!' and gave a pair of thumbs up, she turned her attention back on the interviewer and ignored the buzzing cameras zooming around.

 

“Well it's quite simple really. I feel that I've come to a stage in my career where I...feel that I need to re-evaluate where I'm heading. Decide what my goals are now. Our music has changed and so has our direction as a group. And despite the many wonderful memories I share with this very talented group of people...I feel it's time that I step aside and let them continue in their expansion. I'm grateful that they've let me come along for the ride as long as they have.” Utena said, giving a small nod of affirmation.

 

The interviewer looked at her curiously. “Then its true you were a later addition? The rumor of you and Jared meeting in a bar in America?”

 

Jared grinned and cut in. “Aw now. That bit's tricky, yeah? Wasn't a bar...but we did meet in a park when the chicky gave me some directions, ya know? One of 'em chance encounters I'd say.” Utena grinned, recalling.

 

“I thought the guy was going to try and mug me, he was pretty rough looking.”

 

The audience laughed at Jared's pained look. “What what! You never said that, come on then! Look 'ere...how could you think this face was scary?” He swished his head a bit to bring attention to his strawberry mohawk that matched Utena's own hair, and there was more laughter. Grinning as she shoved him away with a hand, she turned semi-serious again.

 

“Yes it's true. But he introduced me to his friends and let me listen to them play at a small pub in town. The Horse and Saddle, it was called. I listened to them, and really was impressed by what I heard. So I ended coming back a few more times. Eventually they asked me to try playing with them for a bit.” She glossed over the details smoothly. But the interviewer smelled a story. And like a hound on the scent she smiled engagingly and turned to one of the other members of the band, the rather quiet Mason.

 

“Is that so? Mason, you were the sole drummer at that time if I recall correctly. What exactly were your first impressions when you all met Utena-san? How on earth did she become your lead singer? After all...its certainly something to have such an encounter on the street!” There was excited chatter as Mason leaned forward and began telling an animated recount of that first meeting. Utena's mind wandered as she gazed out at the audience.

 

It had been something. But it truthfully had been an accidental meeting...one the Swords later took advantage of when Utena was offered a position in the band. That was when they had begun crafting their insidious plan for their rebirth and take over. They had sculpted her voice to an entirely other level as they grew stronger, and used her as a sort of siren to try and lure willing slaves to their cause. Their target would have been to eventually hunt down Anthy once they had grown in strength, but she had ended up coming to them...

 

Utena was nudged by a sharp elbow as Mason joked at her expense, “Yeah. And she was like, a total book worm stick-in-the-mud. Super skinny, just like she is now and one of the sharpest tongues I ever met besides Eric.” Eric mock-scowled and crossed her arms. “But somehow she just drew you in...she had this...air about her.”

 

Utena actually blushed, at the loud exclamations from the audience. The cameras zoomed into to record her expression to the declaration. “I just...err...I was serious about college.” The interviewer chuckled gleefully, practically smelling the rapidly soaring ratings.

 

“Yeah.” Eric chimed in, “I remember her mentioning once that they used to call her 'Prince' as a nickname back in high school. I guess like the music artist?? She never liked to talk about it though.” Utena's eyebrow twitched slightly as she noted the small smirk on Eric's face as she raised an eyebrow at her in challenge to argue. It would seem Eric was paying her back for a few things now that they had reached the end. Sighing Utena gave a small nod to confirm.

 

“Hmm. It was a long time ago. I don't really like to go by it now.”

 

“My! Prince Utena! And its something the fans can surely see, is it not?”

 

“Err.”

 

The audience gave an enthusiastic agreement. Utena's eye twitched slightly in exasperation. Somewhere backstage Anthy was waiting and probably laughing right now. So were the rest of the duelists no doubt. That thought alone made her put her forehead in her hand. She hated looking foolish in front of Juri-senpai...san. Not to mention giving ammunition for Touga's teasings later. Good lord. Can we hurry this up please? And if that girl in the front row cat calls any louder, I think they'll have to call in animal control. The ex-Champion of the duels thought in embarrassment.

 

Finally they seemed to let up and get back to the point, Mason taking the lead again. “After one of our shows, we decided to bar hop a bit and drag her along. She needed to get out more and we were all in a good mood. At one point we went to a bar with karaoke, so we all took turns and managed to get even Utena hammered enough to get the guts to go on stage. She was completely wasted...she could barely even stand! And then she opened her mouth and like...this voice came out that gave me chills.”

 

If Utena turned any pinker, the audience wouldn't have been able to tell where her hair stopped and her face began. That time at the bar when she had sang for the first time...it hadn't been by the Sword's influence. As embarrassing as it was, that had actually been her singing. Right now she wanted to melt into the floor as she heard a guy stand up in the audience and shout loudly: 'She give me chills too!'.

 

Without the Swords in her body lending her their seductive stoicism and unnatural calm, she was more human now. The audience seemed to be taking it in a sort of awe. Their metal idol was so different now...so much more real. She really wasn't 'Ten' anymore... Maybe that was a good thing? Or maybe not. But she certainly was something new. But for the band members of Crysanthium Ecstasy that was a good thing, according to the smiles and casual way they patted her on the back and shoulders. Utena was back. She was finally back!

 

The interviewer went over her notes as a cue for a commercial break came and went and the interview continued with future plans for the band. The band would continue, under Jared's direction just as it had been in the past. Eric and Violet would take turns stepping up to the mic now and then, but primarily Jared would be Crysanthium's new lead instead of purchasing outside talent. They wanted to keep their family together as much as possible, and not chance losing the integrity of their sound again.

The questions finally began to draw to a close, the effort taking its toll on them all.

 

“So finally Utena-san...your amnesia. You've stated that you've regained your memories, something your fans had been praying for since the beginning of your career. Does this have anything to do with the major police incident at Crysanthium Ecstasy's last concert? And your decision to leave the band?”

 

Utena's face became serious, her robin's egg eyes turning to address the cameras and audience directly, ignoring the woman seated next to her.

 

“The last concert we played was a turning point for us all, I believe. It really struck home how we've changed since we'd begun our journey and the sort of person I, myself, had become. Our fans have supported us loyally throughout all of this...so it really hurt me to see that things had gotten so out of control and many people were hurt in the riot. And I blame myself.”

 

Touga, using his connections, had managed to filter a story throughout the media. The concert, it was now being reported, got out of control with the heavy alcohol being served during the event. And a minor incident broke out within the crowd when a man lit a tee-shirt stand on fire. A fight broke out between the vendors, the lie went on, and this was quickly expanded into the audience itself. The crowd became a mob, and like following the Pied Piper, went out on a march after the band to an underground concert being held by them at an abandoned school several miles away. A publicity stunt that had gone awry. Several reports were being filed and numerous individuals were being interrogated with their involvement in the mayhem.

 

Or at least that is what everyone was being told. The actual truth was being carefully concealed by higher ups.

 

“Crysanthium Ecstasy has gone away from its roots, and our latest performances have gotten out of hand. Mainly under my influence. So I'm going to retire and sort things out with my life. I think that from this point, they as group can finally get back and focus on what's really important: the music.” Utena replied politically. The interviewer nodded, glancing at the band members who were fidgeting slightly. There was a cough from Jared. There had initially been arguments about her leaving, but they were mainly out of guilt and loyalty. It was time Utena had left, and she knew it.

 

“I see. And your memories?”

 

Utena smiled at the question. “They've returned. The incident was all so shocking and exciting that it must have triggered something. So I'm finally heading back home to get my new life underway.” Her honestly happy smile made several other people smile too. The interviewer sighed and remarked wryly.

 

“You'll be very much missed. I must admit to being a big fan as well.”

 

Utena leaned over to pat her on the hand. “Well thank you very much! That makes me happy...I hope you'll continue to support my friends. And if you consider it, its not like I'm dying. Who knows what the future holds? ”

 

The woman in her mauve suit and perfect makeup perked up and asked cheerily, “Oh? Is there a possibility for a return to the music scene?” Utena smiled and looked up to the ceiling, seeing beyond it to the wonderful new things waiting for her.

 

“Who knows?”

 

 

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Backstage, the band were split up amongst themselves and their various agents. Talking and discussing schedules and what else they had to do for the week. Utena remained alone, her agent already transferred to someone else. The finalization of her paperwork being done behind closed doors and over the phone. There was still some loose ends to tie up, but now she was...just Utena again. Looking over wistfully at the members of her band...her old band...she gave a small sigh and put her hands in her pockets.

 

Alone she walked over to a small banquet table with fruit and snack food, and past it to where a woman with dusky skin like cinnamon and hair that trailed down past her lower back waited. Utena stopped just before her and smiled silently. Anthy smiled back and extended a vase of carefully arranged white roses. “For you. To celebrate your retirement.”

 

Taking the vase, still not touching Anthy, Utena carefully looked them over before giving a nod of acceptance. “I promise not to throw these away.” She grinned when Anthy gave a small frown and gave her a soft slap on the arm.

 

“You better not! Those were expensive! Honestly...”

 

But she was cut off as Utena leaned over and kissed her, carefully holding the vase to the side. Parting, Utena leaned back on her heels again, quietly spoke without looking at Anthy.

 

“...And beautiful.”

 

Surprised at first, Anthy's expression softened as she moved to embrace the taller woman and lean her head on her shoulder. “No. You are.” For a moment they stood there, wrapped in the glow of warmth that seemed to envelope them.

 

They began walking to the back stage exit, when a soft cough made the pause. Glancing over their shoulders, they found Violet and the rest of the band arranged in a group behind them. Surprised Utena turned fully as Violet scuffed her boot into the floor and looked up hesitantly into her eyes.

 

“...Utena? I didn't want you to leave before I said goodbye. There was something I wanted to tell you, before I...lost the chance.” She took a deep breath, her hands tightening into fists as she gazed back at the woman determinedly. Her short black hair kept falling into her eyes, and her gothic-print skirt was ruffled from the nervous twisting of her hands earlier.

 

“I like you! Will you please go out with me?!”

 

Utena's eyes opened with surprise as her eyebrows met her hairline at the forceful declaration from the normally mousy girl. Anthy hid a giggle behind her hand. Regaining her composure, Utena straightened as she put her hands on her hips, and looked Violet in the eyes. Seriously regarding her.

 

“You've gotten a lot braver somehow. A long way from the Violet I first knew...”

 

Violet bit her bottom lip. “I had someone to show me how.”

 

Utena nodded, their gazes locked as the other band members looked from one to the other as they watched the exchange.

 

“I see. And I completely reject!” Jared nearly fell over in shock as Utena shrugged nonchalantly.

 

“A-Ah hey, t-thats a bit much, yeah?” He exclaimed nervously. But Violet was smiling and completely fine.

 

“I know. But I wanted to say it anyway. Because I needed to get it out.” Utena smiled as she nodded with pride. Coming over she swept the small girl into a big hug, spinning her once before setting her back down again. Not letting go.

 

“I see great things for you. And I can tell you're going to do just fine out there. Knock 'em dead, kiddo.” Violet looked up at her then, her composure finally cracking as she buried her face into Utena's chest and tightly returned the hug to hide her tears. Jared wistfully came over to clap Anthy's shoulder companionably, startling the graceful woman.

 

“Hey hey. You better take care of our girl now. She's got a mess of big bros and sissys watching out for her now, love. Ya bloody well best make her the happiest woman on earth, cause we'll badger you if you don't. Make with lots of the lovey-dovey.”

 

“And the sex!”

 

“Right-o Lance. Lots of the sex too. Poor girl probably ain't been laid in who knows how long, and I can tell ya from past experiencin's that its ruddy awful to deal with!” Jared chimed in, dead serious. Utena punched him hard in the back of the head, face aflame.

 

“I'll be fine, idiots!! Come on Anthy, lets go!” Utena, mortified, grasped her hand and pulled her along and tried to ignore the laughter that followed them. Especially the knowing chuckle of Anthy.

 

As they strode out of the studio building, they turned back one last time to gaze at the silhouettes lining the doorway that watched them leave. Eric cupped her hands to her mouth and called out: “We won't let you be a stranger, Tenjou! Come karaoke with us next time we're in town!”

 

Lifting a hand in a parting wave, Utena grinned and turned back to face the bright sun that lit up the blue empty sky. Lacing her fingers with Anthy's, she placed a welcomed kiss on top of her head as she took the lead again.

 

“Let's go home, Anthy. We have a lot to catch up on.”

 

And disappearing into the new day, a bright future that beckoned to them invitingly, the two women moved forward into the world.

 

 

 

 

Fin

 

 

 

 

Author's (Final) Note: I want to take this time to give a very humble “thank you” to everyone who has continued to give me encouragement and strength through the very long and far overdue run of this particular story. You will never truly know how much you all helped me, and I can't show my gratitude enough for those of you who have continued to put up with me. The list of recognition for those individuals who returned, continued to offer feedback and notes, and present me with the gift of their own feelings is...lengthy. But I would hope you all know who you are. I haven't forgotten you...even if it may have seemed like I had forgotten this particular saga.

 

Thank you. Thank you each and every one of you who has taken this journey with me. I don't know at this moment how this will be received or what will come after. And I have no idea where my future writing will take me and what characters I will encounter. But I do know that I have, in the process of this piece, met many individuals who have helped to shape me and my path... I am grateful.

 

With the closing of this book comes the opening of others. And I shall move on to the other projects that have been impatiently awaiting attention.

 

Until next time, readers. Slán leat.