Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Sang Sur les Roses ❯ Chapter VI ( Chapter 6 )

Utena's eyes opened listlessly on her bed in her single. Had she gone to the rose garden that afternoon, or dreamt the whole affair? Her temples began to snap like a rubber band when she thought of it. The twisted overlapping tunnels of the human mind suffocated her. A maze in which she was deigned to suffer. The pleasure so complete and amazing with Kiryuu Touga ruptured the layers of the human heart to something primal and innate as his tongue played around hers. Moving in complete synch, the giving and taking of pleasure so blinding and so whole Utena was on the brink of another vision this time darker with her child-like hands pushing against the doors where she first heard the sound.

            ; “U-TE-NA!!!!” Then an elephant with a curlicue ponytail trampled her door down. Like a heat seeking guided missile, Wakaba launched herself atop Utena throttling her as she sobbed into her breast. “Utena! Utena! I was so worried!” Utena was at a complete loss and just let her friend rant. “They found you near the rose garden unconscious, why did you faint like that scaring everybody? The nurse down at the clinic said your blood sugar levels were dangerously low like you hadn't had a bite to eat in days! Don't tell me you're going on any nutty crash diets!” The clinic. Who brought her there? It was fairly safe to assume she was examined thoroughly, if blood was taken then a pelvic examination was performed. It would be the only way to find out if there was any truth to her dream. She smoothed back Wakaba's hair tenderly.

            ; “Don't worry about me so much Wakaba. I'm going to be just fine.” She smiled into her friend's liquid eyes when tears melted down her cheeks.

            ; “No you're not,” the brunette hung her head, “I have every reason to worry about you!” She bawled into Utena's lap.

            ; “Wakaba…” Utena felt genuine concern for her bubbly friend mutate into icy fear as she felt her trembling like the final leaf on a dying tree.

 

 

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            ; At her station by her window Arisugawa Juri stood tranquil as Botticelli's Venus looking through the branches of the blossoming crab apple trees. She had been there two hours now. Fresh from a warm shower, her hair unfurling from their curls into static silk clinging damply to her cornflower wrap around dress. The flared sleeves drooped over her hands and the ruffles on her V-neckline went down to her crotch. Would Touga like this dress? Ruka's ribbing about her girlishness was so immature then she did not even acknowledge it enough to be hurt by it. She swathed herself in the lilac Maltese lace shawl she kept from a shoot in Gibraltar and went to lounge by the fountain. Juri had not seen hide or hair of either man the entire day. It was not entirely unusual, there was no council meeting and she and Touga didn't share the same schedule aside from passing one another in the corridors between classes and their honors program after school. Ruka had been avoiding her like the Black Death and sourly Juri swallowed around the image of Tenjou Utena in her mind. The new prodigy he'd been taking under his wing was causing waves, but it was clear that only the rosy-headed prince ruffled her feathers. She cradled the tiny gold rune about her neck. Laguz. It was the unconscious mind; always competing with her older sister Juri sought counsel from her with the vain hopes of discovering her secrets to best her in their parents' eyes. Her fears were spurred by her irrepressible emotions, riding on this riptide she never learned to use nor trust her instincts long after she made the passage. Umeko was fully aware that Juri would always be the more unshakable sister; the Beautiful Leopard would forever be on the prowl protecting her most hidden self. Tenjou Utena was the embodiment of that and no matter how bitter that truth was, it was a hard pill to swallow.

            ; “Koban wa, Jury-san.” Silence shattered as a baseball through a window the orange rose jolted her tiny chin from her hand and looked to her left. With her bound hands on the pleats of the cyan Ohtori skirt Takatsuki Shiori stood wearing her signature egotistical grin, fanatical chestnut eyes under a prim plum bob. A viper in swan's down. She sailed down softly as an angel's feather beside Jury on the thick grey marble ledge.

            ; “Good evening Shiori,” Jury responded flatly as the Rose Bride.

            ; “I must say, Ruka made quite the first impression attending his first clan meeting in Yamanote as the new Alpha from what the what the word is.”

            ; “I can imagine.” Jury was enrapt with Poseidon and Amphitrite mounted in the centre of the fountain carried on a wave. Shiori gratuitously adjusted the white ruffle she sewed to the underside of her wide collar. Her puffed sleeves and white thigh-highs also had ruffles, not completely against protocol but tiptoeing on the grey area Shiori would find any amenable way to flaunt her sexuality. Juri judged by the freshly coated raspberry varnish on her nails she could guess where Shiori spent her evening.

            ; “You're not interested I gather? I can't imagine why not… I remember when we three were as thick as thieves-”

Juri ejected from the ledge pacing like a confined wildcat. “Why did you come here Shiori?!” The younger girl's face was marred with frustration but was unable to lash back at Juri.

            ; “We can't just pretend that night never happened Juri…” Shiori whispered cutting her nails into her palms preventing her voice from cracking.

            ; “We cannot move forward from it.”

            ; “Until we talk about it!” Shiori stood, her tiny chest heaving from the unshed tears and heavy lies resting on it. “Please Jury,” she beseeched, “let's go find Ruka… talk to him… or…” Juri was already exiting the park. “JURI!”

            ; “It's too late for talking Shiori… at least for me. If you want to find me, I'll be in my dorm.” Unfettered rage vibrated Shiori's small frame that her double strapped Mary Jane pumps rapped on the slate. It was Juri's fault, she decided. From here on out whatever steps she took the blame would lie at Jury's feet. If she was so obstinate about getting her way in this everlasting reel in this school Shiori was left with little choice but to take the low road to success polishing her sword and cleaning her claws.

            ; Faint ragged gasps were coming closer and Juri paused reentering the campus when a pigtailed girl stooped over caught her breath. “Sonoda-san?”

            ; “Arisugawa-sempai… Touga-sama would like to see you right away.” Juri responded in the positive and the girl made a hasty departure in the direction of the north dorms. Watching her vanish into the cavernous pathway of willows Juri figured that it was no surprise finding Sonoda Keiko was one of Touga's favorite couriers. Nanami was shrewd in her choice of lackeys. She was doing her older brother proud.

 

 

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            ; “They say this leads to the Ends of the World.” He was reluctant to remove the candelabrum from its place on the baby grand, but Kozue forgot to buy batteries and whatever curiosity sent Miki down there at that time of night he had to quash. But this was impossible to do with Kiryuu Nanami latched to his every move with her little hands biting into his arm.

            ; “I wonder!” She said unscrupulously her cute indigo-blue eyes lunged daggers into the pitch black anticipating the onslaught of some loathsome critter. “It feels like the world goes on forever here!” Renown in Ohtori as its shadow despot and princess, Nanami was content to stay a prisoner in her brother's shadow, as long she was the only to bask in his light. It was her sole right and privilege; all men were parsley and should be spat into napkins, balled up and flung down gutters compared to Touga. However it was refreshing to see how she measured up in the eyes of others so it was imperative for her to make friends with the other council members. It also had its additional benefits of weeding out potential enemies. On an innocuous stroll back to the mansion from a late dance class Nanami saw Miki leave the private dorm he shared with his twin, Kozue, at Student Council House 2. What made her cross the pianist's way was the pewter candelabrum he was carrying. She knew it was a prized Kaoru Family heirloom that Miki took extreme measures to see that it was untouched at all times. So why in hell was he taking it on a late night constitutional? Fearing the brush-off and preparing her finest puppy eyes coupled with her mental Rolodex of pleas she approached him, and was startled at the very least to discover the immediacy he took to allowing her in accompanying him on his endeavor.

            ; Only now she regretted it. Having been forced to continue carrying her gym bag and her calves stalks of pain from her white and beige designer ankle boots, Nanami followed Miki into what was a subterranean parking garage. From the candlelight she determined the walls, ceiling, and floor below were red. She was unable to discern what models the cars were sitting quiescent on looming, black automated parking lifts. Only the sporadic groan of churning pulleys and levers sluggishly raising or dropping vehicles sliced the silence. The toe of Miki's shoe splashed a small puddle noticed only by Nanami and she wondered who would toss away a rubber duck in a place like this.

            ; “I know it's here…” Miki commented to himself. Before Nanami could ask what, a hellish ruby glow shone from one of the cars. She screamed almost causing Miki to drop the candelabrum, then unsure if it were another trick of the shadows they saw a lovely olive-skinned youth garbed from head to heel in white spun on his boot and petered out with the glow. Miki's eyes were riveted to that spot hoping to snatch up any hint left from the figure, surely whoever that was had the power they all vied for. He just felt it! Falteringly Nanami approached the car whose headlight was activated, studying its bulbous red head it had a black grid mapped over it like a fly's eye.

            ; “Oh yeah,” she began attempting to lighten the mood that awful ghost sent plummeting, “how did the meeting in Yamanote go?”

            ; “Business as usual.” Miki slowly doused the tunnel with candlelight turning 180 degrees to see if he missed anything. “I swear those things are more formality than function. I suppose we'll have to do something about it since it's become a waste of time.”

            ; “I don't know,” Nanami disagreed, “I think they're a perfect means of getting together with old friends. All work and no play make a dull Miki!” She quipped with a toss of her corn silk mane. Capillaries burst in Miki's face making him look as though he suffered from rosacea.

            ; “N- Nanami… doesn't your father tell you about these things anyway?” Miki flinched at the look Nanami wasn't giving him, but judging by her profile he touched upon something that twanged like piano wire pressing against a throat.

            ; “Otou-sama does not communicate with us from his offices,” her jaws moved robotically. “Besides, mother is sick again and it's not an ideal time to hear from his whining children.” She moved like an automaton back to the elevator shaft. Miki vacillatingly joined her as he saw his candles shrinking to nubs.

 

 

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            ; Men kissing. It was a secret pleasure Anthy had little problem admitting to. And this pairing was especially remarkable. Touga used sex as an outlet to vent rage and Saionji confused as to what exactly was his relationship with Touga was vulnerable. A simple sparring match shot to hell and technically it was his own fault! Saionji let the folds of his black kendo gi slacken so much allowing Touga a better view of his flesh to distract him. A plan simple in its creation and stupid in execution. He should have known better and as Touga delivered the death strike with his bokken nudging the material further apart with the wooden tip Saionji recoiled. It was the secret to Touga's victories; let them believe they have the upper hand then shove the dagger deep as it could go into them as they embrace you. Anthy lay back against the pillows watching Saionji dominate an unresponsive Touga with his hands around his throat.

            ; “C'mon you bastard… sweat… moan… do something!” His cock pounded Touga's unprepared silky anus, Saionji's crazed heliotrope glare wouldn't release Touga's sapphire. The redhead's vision was occluding as his best friend's thumbs bit down wanting to crush the bony trachea.

            ; “Auuagh!” Come splattered and pasted their firm bellies together; Saionji withdrew himself as his own fluid seeped from Touga.

            ; “Is that what it takes?” He wheezed. Saionji beckoned to his bride and Anthy followed him into the shower. The hot stream pelting against the pale green tiles refreshingly as he scrubbed his nails ignoring Anthy sweeping her soapy breasts up and down his back. He took the loofah down from the plastic white shower caddy hanging around the removable showerhead and squirted a fat dollop of rose body wash into the abrasive webbing. “Turn around please Anthy,” Saionji commanded. Bracing herself against the wall and arching her back she presented her sex and wetting her mouth the way he liked her to and slapped the sponge against her labia. “Only Tenjou is perhaps tighter than you.” He murmured deaf to her cries. “I suppose you'd like to go down on her, hmm? Think she'd be better than me, do you!” Touga dressed and long vacated Saionji's Spartan living quarters for the soccer game that was assembling on the pitch.

 

 

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            ; Oose Yuko delivered the lace wrap to the fencing hall just as her class was let out. Miki hadn't questioned her and Juri was grateful. Last night was a blunder of epic proportions but Touga was cruelly kind and hadn't laughed nor been angry (when was he ever) when the name she shouted wasn't his. He kissed her hand before showering but feigning sleep she knew he moved to a spare bedroom down the hall. A slap to the face. A server from the cafeteria came up the elevator and rolled out a cart carrying silver domed trays.

            ; “Your lunch is here minna-san.” Anthy announced dismissing the server and set the table on the Seitokai balcony. Juri stood beside Touga sharing opera glasses watching the match; Miki scribbled a blurb into his green notebook and clicked his stopwatch. Saionji leaned against the balustrade facing the tower with his eyes closed. Juri scrunched her nose at the strange chirping pet Anthy kept chasing a moth, tolerance she had to have quantities of if she or Touga were to possess her after the next duel whenever it was to be scheduled. They were addressed with the shortest of messages from Sekai no Hate, but Touga was an insider since it was he who always delivered them. His cell phone was constantly ringing and it wasn't always from aficionadas since his conversations she noticed sometimes were long and silent on his end. The white French phone beside his bed rung several times late last night but he picked up in the other room and she knew he hadn't left the estate.

            ; “My,” Juri said, “Nanami's friend is quite the soccer talent.”

            ; “I'd never noticed.” Touga replied offhandedly. The tallest of his little sister's three wenches, raven-haired Wakiya Aiko plowed through girls on her team and her opponents trying to carve out chunks of flesh from the goalie with the ball. Tenjou Utena bleeding and on her knees defended her net.

            ; “If you ever are seen even looking at the rose garden again, I'll hand your head to you!” Aiko bellowed entangled in a trellis of dementia. “Touga-sama wouldn't even dream of gracing the presence of pond scum like you!” She kicked the ball repeatedly into Utena who would not yield and got to her feet again, her body tremoring and face bruised she put up her gloved hands to catch the ball. Aiko gestured to the sidelines with a headshake and two bespectacled boys drug out a chicken wire basket of balls. She punted and lobbed them as fast as they threw them to her, the ref was powerless and he stood in his black and white uniform behind the white line. His fist tightened around his whistle giving anything to blow it but if he did, and he looked to the Seitokai balcony that would cost him not just his job but also his livelihood. The girls on the pitch were as still sculptures forced to witness Wakiya's abuse and all knew full well that Kiryuu could care less. But you daren't let her know that unless you wanted to vanish as well. She hurled a ball with both hands hitting Utena directly in the face causing her to lose her balance and the back of her cranium collided with the heavy white steel of the net frame.

            ; `Gotcha!' Aiko smirked triumphantly and admired the way Utena's form oozed slowly down the fat piping.

            ; “YAMETE! STOP THE MATCH! UTENA!!!!” He put down his chopsticks and ran to the balustrade whipping the opera glasses from Juri.

            ; “Saionji!” The ivy-headed kendoka scanned the hushed crowd for the screamer and saw a pair of girls restraining Wakaba who was on her knees on the green preventing her from going to her friend's aide.

Miki lifted his glasses over his nose as well. “Isn't that Shinohara-san?”

            ; “Do you know her Sempai?” Anthy's placid, dispassionate voice radiated from the seat beside Saionji's.

            ; “I tutor her for algebra,” he explained. “I had no idea she knew the tenkousei. What is her name again?”

            ; “Tenjou Utena,” Juri said pitilessly. “A rabble rouser. I told you we should have expelled her the minute her case was presented.” She told Touga.

            ; “It's only a uniform Juri. I do however recall how much you complained about them, Juri.” He retaliated with a gorgeous smile. The heat flared in the fencing captain's face and not another word was heard from her. Saionji handed the glasses back to Juri and took his seat next to Anthy to finish his natto.

            ; `This is going to be a problem, I know it.' No longer was score being kept on the game and Wakiya proudly strutted down the green until she heard:

            ; “Wakiya.”

            ; “Hmm?” It was a mistake to turn around.

            ; “EAT THIS!!!” Taking flight the ball was propelled by Utena's spin kick as it hurtled through the air going 150 miles per hour ramming into Aiko's abdomen lifting her 20 feet in the air and sent her more than 70 feet her body cambering midair in a direct course for a half-foot deep mud ditch by some bleachers students were careening off to get out of the incoming path of Aiko's body. Her landing made a satisfactory splotch and after a brief interlude of quiet there produced such a roar not only from the spectators but also from students watching in the school causing the structures to vibrate thunderously.

            ; “Utena the winner!” In the jubilee so many forgot themselves and reveled in this small victory. Wakaba ran to Utena just as she was collapsing and hobbled her to the quiet courtyard. She sat Utena limply down on the steps as she wet her handkerchief under the tap.

            ; “I always hated this place,” she grumbled. “It looks like a graveyard.” Hundreds of skinny black crosses were pitched into the soil as bushels of deadly red roses coiled like snakes.

            ; “That's exactly what it is Shinohara-san.”

            ; “Tsuchiya-sempai!” Dressed in his whites he wrung out the handkerchief and placed it on Utena's flushed brow. It was hotter than he anticipated. “Thank you for your attentions, Shinohara-san. But I'll take it from here.” Without further explanation he scooped Utena up and disappeared.

 

 

            ; TSUZUKU