Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of Utena ❯ Chapter 2
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: shanejayell 
Father's Day at Ohtori...
Anime/Manga: Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.18.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 429 | Status: Completed
Father's Day at Ohtori...
Anime/Manga: Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.18.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 429 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Utena, they belong to their creators. Also, this is set sometime after the end of Utena.
Father’s Day
Arisugawa Juri smiled grimly as the orange haired, aristocratic young woman read over the letter for a final time. In a sudden motion she crumpled up the paper, violently mashing it up before tossing the paper into the garbage bin.
Over the next few days the fencing squad made a new and ominous discovery, that an annoyed Juri was nearly unstoppable. “We’re all gonna die,” Shiori moaned, the purple haired girl having collapsed after another thrashing.
“I’ve never seen her like this before,” Miki whimpered, the blue haired boy sprawled out nearby. He forced himself up, “She was absolutely ruthless.”
“I know,” Shiori sighed softly before adding just a bit dreamily, “under any other circumstances, it’d be kind of sexy.”
Miki groaned, “Get your mind out of the gutter, please.”
Juri, out in the arena, calmly destroyed yet another opponent. “You’re all too weak,” she declared, eyes flashing, “you’ve got to toughen yourselves up! For punishment, I’m ordering you all out to do laps around the main field!”
“Can she do that?” Shiori asked as they and the other fencing club members pulled themselves to their feet.
“You going to argue with her about it?” Miki asked reasonably.
“No,” Shiori agreed as they all hurried outside.
Not much later in the day, Touga Kiryuu blinked in surprise as a very bedraggled looking Miki and Shiori staggered into the academy’s cafeteria. Though calling it a cafeteria was a bit inaccurate, a restaurant was more like it. With fine foods, a view and comfortable tables it was a far cry from any common cafeteria in a ordinary school.
“Water,” Miki croaked, nearly falling into a seat at Touga’s table.
“I thought I was going to die,” Shiori moaned, thumping her head down on the table as she collapsed into a chair.
Ordering refreshments for them both Touga gave them a worried look as the scarlet haired young man asked mildly, “What happened?”
“Juri,” Miki sighed.
“She went bisexual and ravaged you both?” Touga sipped his drink.
“Ha ha,” Shiori gave him a unamused look. She sipped her drink carefully, “She’s gone insane, absolutely crazy.”
“Oh?” Touga looked curious.
Miki seemed to revive after drinking a bit of water. “After humiliating every member of the fencing club, myself included,” Miki said to him tiredly, “she decided we needed additional training. She then proceeded to chase us all around the field, slapping anyone who slowed down with her sword.”
“It does seem excessive,” Touga conceded, silently wondering what could have caused the normally refined young woman to snap.
“And,” Shiori looked off dreamily for a moment, “I was already exhausted after last night. Juri was just relentless, and....”
“TMI,” Miki shuddered, covering his ears with his hands.
“Agreed,” Touga nodded, giving Shiori a pained look.
“Whaa!” a crying voice cut across the conversation, causing them all to look up in alarm. Nanami Kiryuu raced inside, sniffling, soon followed by her three girl gang and all of them crying to varying degrees.
“Now what?” Shiori wondered as the blonde haired girl rushed over.
“Big brother!” Nanami cried as she sobbed into Touga’s shirt.
“There, there,” Touga patted her shoulder a bit awkwardly.
“Want to guess what upset her?” Shiori whispered to Miki.
“I think we both can guess that,” Miki sighed back.
“Touga,” Nanami looked up at him, “you have to do something about Juri!”
“Knew it,” Shiori muttered.
“What happened,” Touga asked gently, helping Nanami find a chair.
“She ran into us in the hall,” Nanami sniffled, “and spent ten minutes ripping apart our sense of style, appearance and personal grooming habits.” She looked up at Touga with teary eyes, “Tell me honestly, is my yellow duelist uniform really tacky?”
“Well, it is a bit much....” Touga found himself admitting.
“Whaaaa!” Nanami burst into tears again.
“Way to go, Touga,” Miki winced, “since he gave up being a playboy his girl charming skills have gotten rusty.”
“Next time,” Shiori winced, “just tell her that her clothes are not tacky. Lie, it saves a lot of pain and trouble in the end.”
Still trying to soothe his crying sister Touga looked up at the other two, “Do either of you know what sparked this change in our Miss Arisugawa?”
“Good question,” Shiori conceded after a moment. She thought about it then said, “Well, I think it’s only been a few days?”
Miki nodded thoughtfully, “I think you’re right. It’s only been since Sunday that she really started getting cranky.”
Touga got the oddest look on his face, “And what day was Sunday?”
Shiori looked blank but Miki quickly got it, “Father’s day.” His eyes narrowed, “Do you think something happened then?”
“Would seem likely,” Touga agreed. “What sort of relationship does she have with her father?” he asked Shiori.
“Distant, but friendly,” Shiori confessed, “though I can’t say I know much about it.” Her eyes widened, “I just remembered! She got really upset after a letter came on Sunday!”
“So she’s upset over her father?” Nanami asked, sniffling. “Does that mean we just have to wait it out?” she asked.
“I suppose so,” Touga agreed. “It would be nice to know for sure, though.”
“But how would we find out?” Miki asked innocently.
“I think I have an idea,” Touga smiled slightly.
Later that evening as Shiori used her spare key to open Juri’s door Miki murmured, “This is a very bad idea.”
“Shhh,” Touga hushed him as the group stealthily entered.
“You’re the one who wanted to know for sure,” Nanami shrugged as they fanned out to look around Juri’s suite.
“But not like this,” Miki sighed. “Do you know what she’ll do if she finds us?”
“Then we’ll just have to make sure we don’t get caught,” Shiori shrugged.
“Easier said than done,” Miki shuddered.
“I’ll take the bedroom,” Touga volunteered.
“Oh no you won’t,” Nanami said quickly. She thought fast, “Shiori and Miki can do that, I’ll take the bathroom and you take the office.”
“She really doesn’t like the idea of Touga in bedrooms, does she?” Miki noted as he and Shiori looked around the bedroom.
“Considering his reputation, can you blame her?” Shiori asked. “I wouldn’t touch that,” she started as Miki picked up the object.
BUZZZZ!
Miki dropped it like a hot potato as it wigged around on the floor. “Is that a...?” Miki asked, looking pale.
“Heh,” Shiori blushed.
“Ah ha!” they heard Touga shout from the other room.
Hurrying into the office they found Touga smoothing out a piece of paper on the desk. “Found it in the trash,” he explained, “I think this is....”
“What?” Nanami asked as he trailed off.
“Dearest daughter,” Touga read, “while I understand your situation, I will not raise your allowance. Yours, Father.”
“That’s it?!” Miki blurted, “That’s what she’s so upset about?”
“Uh oh,”someone breathed out.
Touga looked up from the letter they were intently reading only to freeze. Juri stood in the doorway, her expression frankly murderous as she clutched her sword in her hands. “How dare you!” she growled.
“Now, let’s talk this over,” Nanami held out her hands in a calming motion.
“Die!”
“Run!” Miki lead the attempt to flee, Juri waving her sword as she chased after them.
“Well, at least she’s not annoyed at her father any more,” Touga offered philosophically as they fled for their lives.
“No, she’s just pissed at us,” Shiori scowled, “not much improvement!”
End
Father’s Day
Arisugawa Juri smiled grimly as the orange haired, aristocratic young woman read over the letter for a final time. In a sudden motion she crumpled up the paper, violently mashing it up before tossing the paper into the garbage bin.
Over the next few days the fencing squad made a new and ominous discovery, that an annoyed Juri was nearly unstoppable. “We’re all gonna die,” Shiori moaned, the purple haired girl having collapsed after another thrashing.
“I’ve never seen her like this before,” Miki whimpered, the blue haired boy sprawled out nearby. He forced himself up, “She was absolutely ruthless.”
“I know,” Shiori sighed softly before adding just a bit dreamily, “under any other circumstances, it’d be kind of sexy.”
Miki groaned, “Get your mind out of the gutter, please.”
Juri, out in the arena, calmly destroyed yet another opponent. “You’re all too weak,” she declared, eyes flashing, “you’ve got to toughen yourselves up! For punishment, I’m ordering you all out to do laps around the main field!”
“Can she do that?” Shiori asked as they and the other fencing club members pulled themselves to their feet.
“You going to argue with her about it?” Miki asked reasonably.
“No,” Shiori agreed as they all hurried outside.
Not much later in the day, Touga Kiryuu blinked in surprise as a very bedraggled looking Miki and Shiori staggered into the academy’s cafeteria. Though calling it a cafeteria was a bit inaccurate, a restaurant was more like it. With fine foods, a view and comfortable tables it was a far cry from any common cafeteria in a ordinary school.
“Water,” Miki croaked, nearly falling into a seat at Touga’s table.
“I thought I was going to die,” Shiori moaned, thumping her head down on the table as she collapsed into a chair.
Ordering refreshments for them both Touga gave them a worried look as the scarlet haired young man asked mildly, “What happened?”
“Juri,” Miki sighed.
“She went bisexual and ravaged you both?” Touga sipped his drink.
“Ha ha,” Shiori gave him a unamused look. She sipped her drink carefully, “She’s gone insane, absolutely crazy.”
“Oh?” Touga looked curious.
Miki seemed to revive after drinking a bit of water. “After humiliating every member of the fencing club, myself included,” Miki said to him tiredly, “she decided we needed additional training. She then proceeded to chase us all around the field, slapping anyone who slowed down with her sword.”
“It does seem excessive,” Touga conceded, silently wondering what could have caused the normally refined young woman to snap.
“And,” Shiori looked off dreamily for a moment, “I was already exhausted after last night. Juri was just relentless, and....”
“TMI,” Miki shuddered, covering his ears with his hands.
“Agreed,” Touga nodded, giving Shiori a pained look.
“Whaa!” a crying voice cut across the conversation, causing them all to look up in alarm. Nanami Kiryuu raced inside, sniffling, soon followed by her three girl gang and all of them crying to varying degrees.
“Now what?” Shiori wondered as the blonde haired girl rushed over.
“Big brother!” Nanami cried as she sobbed into Touga’s shirt.
“There, there,” Touga patted her shoulder a bit awkwardly.
“Want to guess what upset her?” Shiori whispered to Miki.
“I think we both can guess that,” Miki sighed back.
“Touga,” Nanami looked up at him, “you have to do something about Juri!”
“Knew it,” Shiori muttered.
“What happened,” Touga asked gently, helping Nanami find a chair.
“She ran into us in the hall,” Nanami sniffled, “and spent ten minutes ripping apart our sense of style, appearance and personal grooming habits.” She looked up at Touga with teary eyes, “Tell me honestly, is my yellow duelist uniform really tacky?”
“Well, it is a bit much....” Touga found himself admitting.
“Whaaaa!” Nanami burst into tears again.
“Way to go, Touga,” Miki winced, “since he gave up being a playboy his girl charming skills have gotten rusty.”
“Next time,” Shiori winced, “just tell her that her clothes are not tacky. Lie, it saves a lot of pain and trouble in the end.”
Still trying to soothe his crying sister Touga looked up at the other two, “Do either of you know what sparked this change in our Miss Arisugawa?”
“Good question,” Shiori conceded after a moment. She thought about it then said, “Well, I think it’s only been a few days?”
Miki nodded thoughtfully, “I think you’re right. It’s only been since Sunday that she really started getting cranky.”
Touga got the oddest look on his face, “And what day was Sunday?”
Shiori looked blank but Miki quickly got it, “Father’s day.” His eyes narrowed, “Do you think something happened then?”
“Would seem likely,” Touga agreed. “What sort of relationship does she have with her father?” he asked Shiori.
“Distant, but friendly,” Shiori confessed, “though I can’t say I know much about it.” Her eyes widened, “I just remembered! She got really upset after a letter came on Sunday!”
“So she’s upset over her father?” Nanami asked, sniffling. “Does that mean we just have to wait it out?” she asked.
“I suppose so,” Touga agreed. “It would be nice to know for sure, though.”
“But how would we find out?” Miki asked innocently.
“I think I have an idea,” Touga smiled slightly.
Later that evening as Shiori used her spare key to open Juri’s door Miki murmured, “This is a very bad idea.”
“Shhh,” Touga hushed him as the group stealthily entered.
“You’re the one who wanted to know for sure,” Nanami shrugged as they fanned out to look around Juri’s suite.
“But not like this,” Miki sighed. “Do you know what she’ll do if she finds us?”
“Then we’ll just have to make sure we don’t get caught,” Shiori shrugged.
“Easier said than done,” Miki shuddered.
“I’ll take the bedroom,” Touga volunteered.
“Oh no you won’t,” Nanami said quickly. She thought fast, “Shiori and Miki can do that, I’ll take the bathroom and you take the office.”
“She really doesn’t like the idea of Touga in bedrooms, does she?” Miki noted as he and Shiori looked around the bedroom.
“Considering his reputation, can you blame her?” Shiori asked. “I wouldn’t touch that,” she started as Miki picked up the object.
BUZZZZ!
Miki dropped it like a hot potato as it wigged around on the floor. “Is that a...?” Miki asked, looking pale.
“Heh,” Shiori blushed.
“Ah ha!” they heard Touga shout from the other room.
Hurrying into the office they found Touga smoothing out a piece of paper on the desk. “Found it in the trash,” he explained, “I think this is....”
“What?” Nanami asked as he trailed off.
“Dearest daughter,” Touga read, “while I understand your situation, I will not raise your allowance. Yours, Father.”
“That’s it?!” Miki blurted, “That’s what she’s so upset about?”
“Uh oh,”someone breathed out.
Touga looked up from the letter they were intently reading only to freeze. Juri stood in the doorway, her expression frankly murderous as she clutched her sword in her hands. “How dare you!” she growled.
“Now, let’s talk this over,” Nanami held out her hands in a calming motion.
“Die!”
“Run!” Miki lead the attempt to flee, Juri waving her sword as she chased after them.
“Well, at least she’s not annoyed at her father any more,” Touga offered philosophically as they fled for their lives.
“No, she’s just pissed at us,” Shiori scowled, “not much improvement!”
End