Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Owarinai Yume ❯ Neverending Dream ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Elsewhere 
Utena has a nightmare, and Anthy is there to comfort her. Utena/Anthy pairing
Anime/Manga: Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.26.2005 | Updated On: 03.27.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 796 | Status: Completed
Utena has a nightmare, and Anthy is there to comfort her. Utena/Anthy pairing
Anime/Manga: Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.26.2005 | Updated On: 03.27.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 796 | Status: Completed
Fandom: Shoujo Kakumei Utena
Date Finished: December 26th, 2004
Classification: Romance, Angst
Pairing: Utena/Anthy
Rating: R
Note: For M-chan: Christmas 2004
Owarinai Yume
by Elsewhere
elsewherecw@shaw.ca
Disclaimer: The characters and situations of Utena are not mine.
Distribution: If you want it for somewhere I haven't already sent it to, please ask me first.
Spoilers: The final arc of the Utena anime.
Note: I, uh, haven't watched the final arc of the anime for over a year now. ^^; Here's hoping this makes sense. (Well, as much as it *can* make sense. We're talking about Utena, after all.) Also, this is un-betaed as of yet. I apologize for any glaring errors.
Dedication: M-chan, yours is so, so larger.
Smutjar drawing: Theme - Sinister Dreams
Summary: Utena has a nightmare, and Anthy is there to comfort her.
*****
She woke up to the sensation of a palm against her forehead, a touch of warm and soothing skin against cold, clammy sweat. Before her eyes could adjust to the darkness, a soft voice came from somewhere vaguely above her.
"Utena-sama? Are you awake now?"
She swallowed; her throat was so dry she felt her saliva scrape along it and wondered if it would bleed.
"...Himemiya?"
"Yes, that's right." Anthy's voice, as usual calm and composed. One might have expected a slight edge to her soft tone, given the happenings of late. But not Anthy...Anthy was immovable, or at least she seemed so. It both frustrated Utena and made her envious; in contrast, she felt utterly transparent.
"You were having a nightmare, Utena-sama," Anthy continued, stating the obvious---another of her talents.
Utena knew she had been dreaming. She could still hear the roar of the car engines, the harsh scrape of metal on pavement, and a man's voice. A very familiar man's voice.
Of late, she and Anthy hadn't been getting along. They'd resorted to poisoning one another, literally and figuratively. Their words had become clipped, harsh in an understated fashion that left Utena feeling unsatisfied. They were partners in a scheme of mutual jealousy.
It hadn't yet occurred to Utena to be concerned over the incestuous nature of the situation. She hadn't thought to worry or wonder about whether Anthy was consenting. At some point in the transition from schoolgirl to woman, somewhere amidst the press back against soft silken sheets and the release of hot breath, Utena had forgotten her compassion. Of all the many formless emotions she had felt lately, anger and resentment were the most readily recognizable, and it was easy to focus that anger on the nearest available target.
Utena dreamed of death---she dreamed of murder.
"I'm fine." Her voice was tired beyond simple exhaustion. She reached up a limp hand and brushed away Anthy's fingers, none too gently. "Go back to sleep."
For a moment there was silence, and then the sound of bedclothes shifting, and the pad of bare feet on the floor. For a moment Utena maintained the facade, keeping her eyes closed and her breathing even. But then her natural sense of curiosity got the better of her, and she turned her head.
Anthy's lithe body was silhouetted against the window, moonlight illuminating every curve. A steady snowfall beyond the glass created a glowing backdrop to the portrait Anthy created, standing there as though she were newly marble-carved. The artist who created her must have had a miraculous sense of form.
With a soft sigh, Utena swung her legs off the edge of the bed and sat, feet absorbing the chill from the tiles beneath them, hands clenched over her knees, bunching the flannel of her nightgown. It was a cold night, the frost of the outside world penetrating into their shared sanctuary. Utena felt heat in her head---a slow steady pound that drove her to distraction---but her heart felt frozen. Her fingertips were like ice.
As lovely a vision as that beautiful, perfectly sculpted form had been bathed in brilliant crimson, the dream was still haunting, a color-inverted vision of gore against Utena's eyelids. What would once have terrified her now only numbed her. She felt deadened to sensation; everything else had been lost in the tide of her rage. She was left empty, bereft of what had animated her. Was there worth in moving her limbs?
"It's cold, isn't it," Anthy said. It was a statement, not a question. Her voice was quiet and sure. She wasn't talking about the weather.
The frozen limbs seemed to creak and crack as Utena rose slowly to her feet and walked towards the window.
"Yes...very cold." An apathetic murmur, nothing more or less offered.
"What did you dream?" A simple enough question, posed so casually it felt threatening.
"I dreamed that I'd killed you." Why was she breathless? The mist on the window before her disappeared.
"Ah." So accepting. Just like that. Then, after an essential pause, a slight draw of breath. "Do you know...I..."
Anthy trailed off and stopped, one hand against the window, melting the frost away.
Utena glanced to her left, her eyes falling again on the dark curve of Anthy's naked back. The discarded nightgown lay on the floor next to Anthy's side of the bed, a lump of forgotten shadow.
There was something curious about Anthy's back. Utena couldn't put her finger on it---or rather, she decided to do just that, in lieu of instant understanding. Her hand first came to rest at the nape of Anthy's neck, still for no more than a few seconds before her finger straightened and she pulled it, nail scraping, along the line of Anthy's backbone. Anthy stood still until Utena's finger reached the dimples at the small of her back, and then she shuddered, once, throughout her body.
"You know..." Utena whispered, taking a step closer. "I..."
She didn't have time to finish. Anthy spun in place, faster than Utena could track, and then Utena felt heat; the warmth of a body pressed against her, the press of a hot mouth to hers. Her hands automatically wrapped around Anthy, holding her gently as Anthy, on tiptoes, kissed Utena with all the force she never managed to convey in words.
Jealousy, Utena knew from experience, was often and easily misplaced.
Anthy gasped loudly when her back fell flush against the icy window pane, and rotated her hips into Utena's hands. Utena closed her eyes against visions of death, and opened them to visions of life. When she knelt, Anthy's legs opened for her. When she pressed forward, Anthy sighed and ran a hand through her hair, a casual gesture she had seemed incapable of. The -sama was, for once, lost when Anthy whispered her name.
Utena glanced up only once, gazing at Anthy's face for only the barest of moments. Anthy's expression was clenched with effort: the effort to hold on, the effort to let go. Her skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her eyes closed tightly, her breath fast and uneven. Her face conveyed nothing less than a sense of total abandon. It was the first time Utena had looked at passion head on, and that startled her in more ways than one.
It occurred to her belatedly---and it changed everything---that she had not seen that expression on Anthy's face that night, with him.
That night, as with every other night, they fell into bed together, hands clasped. That night, as never before, they slept without dreaming.
*****
THE END
Date Finished: December 26th, 2004
Classification: Romance, Angst
Pairing: Utena/Anthy
Rating: R
Note: For M-chan: Christmas 2004
Owarinai Yume
by Elsewhere
elsewherecw@shaw.ca
Disclaimer: The characters and situations of Utena are not mine.
Distribution: If you want it for somewhere I haven't already sent it to, please ask me first.
Spoilers: The final arc of the Utena anime.
Note: I, uh, haven't watched the final arc of the anime for over a year now. ^^; Here's hoping this makes sense. (Well, as much as it *can* make sense. We're talking about Utena, after all.) Also, this is un-betaed as of yet. I apologize for any glaring errors.
Dedication: M-chan, yours is so, so larger.
Smutjar drawing: Theme - Sinister Dreams
Summary: Utena has a nightmare, and Anthy is there to comfort her.
*****
She woke up to the sensation of a palm against her forehead, a touch of warm and soothing skin against cold, clammy sweat. Before her eyes could adjust to the darkness, a soft voice came from somewhere vaguely above her.
"Utena-sama? Are you awake now?"
She swallowed; her throat was so dry she felt her saliva scrape along it and wondered if it would bleed.
"...Himemiya?"
"Yes, that's right." Anthy's voice, as usual calm and composed. One might have expected a slight edge to her soft tone, given the happenings of late. But not Anthy...Anthy was immovable, or at least she seemed so. It both frustrated Utena and made her envious; in contrast, she felt utterly transparent.
"You were having a nightmare, Utena-sama," Anthy continued, stating the obvious---another of her talents.
Utena knew she had been dreaming. She could still hear the roar of the car engines, the harsh scrape of metal on pavement, and a man's voice. A very familiar man's voice.
Of late, she and Anthy hadn't been getting along. They'd resorted to poisoning one another, literally and figuratively. Their words had become clipped, harsh in an understated fashion that left Utena feeling unsatisfied. They were partners in a scheme of mutual jealousy.
It hadn't yet occurred to Utena to be concerned over the incestuous nature of the situation. She hadn't thought to worry or wonder about whether Anthy was consenting. At some point in the transition from schoolgirl to woman, somewhere amidst the press back against soft silken sheets and the release of hot breath, Utena had forgotten her compassion. Of all the many formless emotions she had felt lately, anger and resentment were the most readily recognizable, and it was easy to focus that anger on the nearest available target.
Utena dreamed of death---she dreamed of murder.
"I'm fine." Her voice was tired beyond simple exhaustion. She reached up a limp hand and brushed away Anthy's fingers, none too gently. "Go back to sleep."
For a moment there was silence, and then the sound of bedclothes shifting, and the pad of bare feet on the floor. For a moment Utena maintained the facade, keeping her eyes closed and her breathing even. But then her natural sense of curiosity got the better of her, and she turned her head.
Anthy's lithe body was silhouetted against the window, moonlight illuminating every curve. A steady snowfall beyond the glass created a glowing backdrop to the portrait Anthy created, standing there as though she were newly marble-carved. The artist who created her must have had a miraculous sense of form.
With a soft sigh, Utena swung her legs off the edge of the bed and sat, feet absorbing the chill from the tiles beneath them, hands clenched over her knees, bunching the flannel of her nightgown. It was a cold night, the frost of the outside world penetrating into their shared sanctuary. Utena felt heat in her head---a slow steady pound that drove her to distraction---but her heart felt frozen. Her fingertips were like ice.
As lovely a vision as that beautiful, perfectly sculpted form had been bathed in brilliant crimson, the dream was still haunting, a color-inverted vision of gore against Utena's eyelids. What would once have terrified her now only numbed her. She felt deadened to sensation; everything else had been lost in the tide of her rage. She was left empty, bereft of what had animated her. Was there worth in moving her limbs?
"It's cold, isn't it," Anthy said. It was a statement, not a question. Her voice was quiet and sure. She wasn't talking about the weather.
The frozen limbs seemed to creak and crack as Utena rose slowly to her feet and walked towards the window.
"Yes...very cold." An apathetic murmur, nothing more or less offered.
"What did you dream?" A simple enough question, posed so casually it felt threatening.
"I dreamed that I'd killed you." Why was she breathless? The mist on the window before her disappeared.
"Ah." So accepting. Just like that. Then, after an essential pause, a slight draw of breath. "Do you know...I..."
Anthy trailed off and stopped, one hand against the window, melting the frost away.
Utena glanced to her left, her eyes falling again on the dark curve of Anthy's naked back. The discarded nightgown lay on the floor next to Anthy's side of the bed, a lump of forgotten shadow.
There was something curious about Anthy's back. Utena couldn't put her finger on it---or rather, she decided to do just that, in lieu of instant understanding. Her hand first came to rest at the nape of Anthy's neck, still for no more than a few seconds before her finger straightened and she pulled it, nail scraping, along the line of Anthy's backbone. Anthy stood still until Utena's finger reached the dimples at the small of her back, and then she shuddered, once, throughout her body.
"You know..." Utena whispered, taking a step closer. "I..."
She didn't have time to finish. Anthy spun in place, faster than Utena could track, and then Utena felt heat; the warmth of a body pressed against her, the press of a hot mouth to hers. Her hands automatically wrapped around Anthy, holding her gently as Anthy, on tiptoes, kissed Utena with all the force she never managed to convey in words.
Jealousy, Utena knew from experience, was often and easily misplaced.
Anthy gasped loudly when her back fell flush against the icy window pane, and rotated her hips into Utena's hands. Utena closed her eyes against visions of death, and opened them to visions of life. When she knelt, Anthy's legs opened for her. When she pressed forward, Anthy sighed and ran a hand through her hair, a casual gesture she had seemed incapable of. The -sama was, for once, lost when Anthy whispered her name.
Utena glanced up only once, gazing at Anthy's face for only the barest of moments. Anthy's expression was clenched with effort: the effort to hold on, the effort to let go. Her skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her eyes closed tightly, her breath fast and uneven. Her face conveyed nothing less than a sense of total abandon. It was the first time Utena had looked at passion head on, and that startled her in more ways than one.
It occurred to her belatedly---and it changed everything---that she had not seen that expression on Anthy's face that night, with him.
That night, as with every other night, they fell into bed together, hands clasped. That night, as never before, they slept without dreaming.
*****
THE END