Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ The Confession ❯ Chapter 5

Arisugawa Juri was enjoying her day relaxing in her Jacuzzi. "Sigh, what a long flight I had yesterday, it's nice to be back home for a change," Juri thought. Juri inched deeper in the warm water relaxing her head on the back of the Jacuzzi tub, indulging in the feel of jet streams of water against her pale skin. "Pardon me Ms. Arisugawa, a letter just came for you in the mail," the maid said stepping into the bathroom. "Just toss the letter on the floor; I'll open it when I'm done bathing." The maid put the letter on the bathroom floor and left.

An hour later Juri stepped out of the Jacuzzi tub refined and glowing, but there was only one thing that could truly change her mood from joy to grim in seconds. Juri picked up the letter off of the floor and read the front of the large envelope. "From: Ms. Shiori Takatsuki, District Attorney's office." Juri grumbled and opened the big manila envelope. There were unsigned divorce papers and a copy of their prenuptial agreement enclosed.

Juri wanted to badly crumble the papers and trash them but she knew Shiori and she had hurt each other so much; it was time to end everything. They had made each other simply miserable past and present. Nevertheless, they had been separated for 6 months now.

"Time to move on," Juri whispers wrapping a large towel around her tall slender wet body and exiting the bathroom with the papers in her hand. Juri approached the large pinewood study desk in her bedroom and tossed the papers atop of it. There was a gold trim picture frame of Juri and Shiori on the desk.

The orange-haired woman picked up the photo which was taken a year ago on their vacation in Maui, Hawaii. Juri stared at the placid smile upon her photogenic self in the picture and the half smile of her former raven-haired spouse. "We were both masking our true feeling even in this picture, eh Shiori," Juri whispered uneasily before dropping the picture in the small gray wastebasket beside the desk.

Juri opened a drawer in the pinewood desk in search of a pen to sign the documents. Juri faced frowned with a bit of eagerness and anger. The thought of Shiori always stirred her emotions into frenzy. Juri fumbled through the desk drawer clumsily, turning over index cards, paper clips and other office stationery.

"Damn, where's an ink pen when you need one," Juri whispered, her hazel eyes narrowing with frustration. "Ah-ha," Juri mumbled as a small smirk played her glossy pink lips. She held the silver toned ballpoint pen in her right hand and then against the documented papers. "Well, here I am signing you forever out of my life Shiori," she thought mercifully pressing the pen hard against the dotted line.

Juri began to write leaning one hand on the desk. "What, you got to be kidding me," she mumbled dabbing the ballpoint pen up and down between her thumb and index finger. "Damn it, out of ink," Juri sweat drop.

Juri opened another drawer and searched for a pen to write with. Finally her hand came across a simple black ink pen with a silver pocket clip. She pulled the pen out of the drawer but there was something snagging on it, a chain. Juri yanked the pen out of the drawer and the chain fell to the floor. Juri eyes widened as she noticed the silver item wasn't a chain but rather a necklace.

Juri bent over holding her right hand against the terrycloth towel tightly about her chest and picked up the necklace. "My locket," she said softly glaring at the piece of jewelry as if it has been lost for ages. Juri thought of how much she clung to this locket when she was in high school. Juri walked towards her queen-sized bed fashionably decorated with lavender satin sheets as she stared continuously at the silver locket in her hand.

Juri flopped down on the bed, falling onto her back as she dangles the locket above her head. "Why haven't I wore this in the past ten years?" the thought puzzled Juri's mind. There was something different about the locket. She distinctively recalls obsessing over a photo inside the silver pendent, but that wasn't it. It was `Shiori' who was the obsession. But that wasn't the reason she didn't wear the locket anymore. "No, I got my miracle at the end, but it turned out disastrous," Juri whispered as she traced her thumb in a circular motion around the locket's face.

Miracle……… why did I say that? Juri's face wrinkled pondering that familiar word. "There's something in the locket, something I forgot, something I haven't thought of for ten years," Juri thought as her left hand inched towards the lockets face to open it. "Memories ……I ……forgot perhaps," she murmured.

A Juri left thumb was upon the locket. Her left hand trembled as she pressed harder against the base of the locket to open the lid. She slowly started opening the locket when…………..

`Ring………..Ring……..'

"Ms. Neko, could you answer the phone?!!" Juri yelled and then dropped the locket upon her chest.

`Ring………'

"Where the hell is that maid," Juri cursed turning her head on the bed and glared at the cordless phone on her nightstand.

`Ring……….Ring'

"Fine I'll get it then!" Juri yelled at no one in particular and got up from the bed to answer the telephone. She didn't like answering the phone herself unless it was her cellular, for fear it may be reporters, paparazzi or a crazed stalker which she had her share of being a famous model.

"Hello?" Juri ask with a mellow tone. "Is this Arisagawa Juri?" a deep voice asked. "Whom my I ask is speaking?"

"Is Arisagawa-san there?" the voice smooth and deep. "Who wants to know?" Juri starting to sound annoyed.

"Is this the famous Juri speaking?" "If you don't tell me your name I am hanging up," Juri's voice harsher.

"Don't be like that Juri-sempia," the voice was seductive. "How the fuck did you get my phone number you asshole," the fire-haired model didn't like games especially from alleged stalkers.

"I am hanging up now and you better not call me again, or you will regret it," Juri said firmer but no less aggressive.

"Wait! Wait! Don't hang up I am sorry," the voice pleaded with her. Juri paused and brought the phone back up to her ear. "Well, who the hell is this then, I don't have time for games."

"Tell me did you graduate from Ohtori Academy?" the voice asked. "What?"

"Were you on the student council there?" "How………who is………this?" Juri was confused.

"Oh, Juri, Juri, Juri. You still haven't figured out. I'm utterly shocked," the voice chuckled.

"I should have guessed it was you Kiryuu," Juri sighed. "Good guess SEMPIA," Touga said teasingly. "Cut-out the jokes Kiryuu, what do you want," Juri voiced calmly but still a bit annoyed.

"Can't I call an old `friend'," Touga stated smoothly. "We were never `friends' remember I didn't like you or have you forgotten."

"I haven't forgotten, but you may have forgotten, among other `things'." "What do you mean by `that'," Juri questioned feeling the urge to hang up on Touga. Juri glanced at the locket lying on the bed.

"Look Kiryuu, if you can hurry and tell me what's the meaning of this `sudden call out of the blue', because I don't have time for idle chit-chat," Juri blurted out.

"Well if you insist. I have a proposition for you Juri-san," Touga said with the most evil smile. "What kind of proposition?" "I see I got your attention." "Not quite," Juri chuckled breathily.

"Well, before I tell you, I want to know if you still wear `that' locket." "What does that have to do with anything?" Juri retorted. "Nothing, I was just curious," Touga said nonchalantly now drinking a glass of white zinfandel.

"Yeah one more thing I want to ask you, before the little proposition." "Sigh……fine Touga……what else you want to know about me," Juri was getting really irritated with this phone call.

"Do you remember her?" Touga said with a devious smirk. "Remember who?"

They were both quiet for a few seconds. "I guess you don't. I am not surprised I didn't remember her either." "Who are you talking about," Juri was losing patience.

Touga laughed and finally mentioned, "The girl who brought forth a revolution……..Tenjou Utena."

Juri froze all of a sudden as if time itself had paralyzed her mind, body and soul. Then she dropped the telephone.

"Hello, Juri you still there," Touga said subtly without a care in the world. "I guess not. Oh well she'll call back," he continued drinking his zinfandel and click the phone off.

To be concluded…….

Next chapter:Memories