Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ The Confession ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter XI: Forgiveness

Saionji walks into the two story ivory building. He isn't sure if he should even go through with the situation.

`I haven't spent much of the money Touga gave to me, being that the only thing I bought is a new motorcycle and a few new clothes.' Saionji thought as he stood at the automatic doorway and watches it slowly depart open for his entrance.

Saionji stood in the doorway and sighs with slight nervousness. He did want to see her again despite his agreement with his ex-sparring partner. It had been so long since he has seen her and he didn't want to meet her again under such circumstances. Siaonji holds the book he bought for the signing tight by his side. His hands were mildly damp.

The green haired man turns on his heels in uncertainty; his mind tugging against going through with this whole ordeal. Just as Saionji is about to walk back to his vehicle his cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Going somewhere Kyouchi," answers the sensual deep voice.

"How did you…..what are you doing, spying on me now!" Siaonji's voice rose. A few pedestrians walking by glare at him.

"We made a deal and of course I am watching you. You think I just gave you all that money for free. This is your chance to make your move on her."

"Fine then," Siaonji squeezes the small portable phone tightly in the palm of his hand. He wants to throw the damn thing hard against the ground, but instead he grits his teeth.

"Well get back in there. The signing will be over in an hour and a half."

Saionji clenches his left fist and clicks the cell phone off annoyingly, shoving it back into his black leather pants pocket.

"How dare that red-headed prick keep tabs on me," the green haired man mumbles as he turns back and walks into the building.

Saionji looks around the huge crowded room curiously. There were people and tables everywhere with lines of people waiting to get their books signed by various authors. He didn't have a clue which table to approach. There were at least ten different authors at this book signing convention.

Saionji cracks his neck and starts walking towards the table in the far left corner of the room, just in time for a young teenaged girl to bump into him.

The green haired man stumbles back just a tad. "Hey girl, watch where you are going!" Siaonji was already pissed enough.

"Sorry-sorry sir, I-I didn't see you," the girl stutters embarrassingly, as she bends down to pick up her purse and book.

Siaonji shake his head and gentleman-like offers, "Let me pick those up for you. I am sorry for being rude." Saionji crouches down and picks up the girl's belongings.

The girl brushes down her dress. "Thank you very much sir," the girl smiles as she looks up into his violet eyes. Saionji gives a soft smirk back.

He hands her the purse first. Just as he gives the girl the book he glances at the title. "Miracles," he whispers.

"Did you get this book signed yet?" He asks the girl, just before she manages to walk off towards the exit.

"Yes I did. The author is over there at that table." The girl points her finger in the direction.

Saionji glances at the long line and grumbles. "Well thanks for the directions." He bows at the girl then walks and gets in the line.

Saionji looks down at his digital wrist watch and curses. "Damn is this line going to move or what? This place closes in less than an hour."

Saionji pats his leather clad left foot against the smooth marble floor impatiently waiting aimlessly for the people to hurry up. Saionji steps out the line a bit to get a glimpse at the authors sitting at the table. He frown his face as he couldn't see anyone save for the many people obscuring his view.

It's not like him to be so impatient, but seeing her again was making him so very anxious. Saionji takes a deep breath to calm is nerves. He removes the book from under his arm and opens it. He read the dedication written on the first page softly aloud. "This book is dedicated to all those who do not believe in miracles. Believe me they do happen. You just have yet to experience one."

Saionji smiles at this quote and closes the book frivolously shut. He places the book back under his arm and glances at the 50 something people standing in front of him.

"Fuck this. I don't have all freakin' day to stand in line." Saionji got out the line and starts to walk to the front of the line. He glances at an older gentleman and tosses his long green locks aside. Saionji cuts in front of the older man, who suddenly frowns upon him.

The older man taps Siaonji on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but what do you think you are doing?"

Saionji turns his head around to face the man. "I am cutting in front of you. I hope you do not mind." He flashes a slight smile and furrows his eyebrows.

The man starts pointing his finger at Saionji in protest. "Look freak I do mind. You can't go around cutting in front of people. I have been waiting here for……" Saionji grabs his finger and whispers irritatingly.

"Look I don't care how long you've been waiting here, but I need to see the author of this book. So could you drop it and shut the hell up, please." He sighs deeply and turns to face the front of the line. The older man looks blankly at Saionji's back, but doesn't dare open his mouth.

Saionji fiddles with the keys in his pocket fretfully. There were three people ahead of him now. Soon he would be next in line to see `her'. Siaonji looks around at all the people in the convention center, then down at his watch.

"Good only 30 more minutes before the signing is over. That gives me ample time to talk to her." He smiles nervously and before he knew it he was just one person away from approaching her. Time quickly diminishes and it is now his turn in line, but the green haired kendo master was suddenly mesmerized by the vision of loveliness before him.

"Next please," Anthy softly announce not looking up and Saionji hands her his book breaking out of his daze.

"How should I address this book signature?" Anthy said with the ink pen ready to write, yet not looking up at the fan in front of her.

Saionji smiles playfully as an old ideal pops into his head. "Address it as: To my dearest Kyouchi Saionji, the love of my life."

Anthy quickly started writing, repeating what was said to her. "To my dearest Kyouchi Saion….."Her pen stops moving and her head snap up suddenly.

Siaonji stood before her. He leaned down on the table, pressing his palms against it and stares into her sea-green eyes. Anthy stares back. Her body froze from his unexpected presence.

"Are you going to finish writing my statement?" Saionji was grinning as he watched her shocked expression.

"Right of course." Anthy takes her eyes away from him and quickly scribble in the book. She hands it back to him. Saionji straightens up and grabs the book. Anthy tugs against it.

"What are you doing here Kyouchi-san?" She asks before letting go of the book.

Saionji smiles and opens the book. "Well, I am here to see you of course." Saionji contorts his face a bit as he read what Anthy wrote in his book.

"To my dearest Kyouchi Saionji, enjoy. What happened to `the love of my life'?"

"Well you are not the love of my life Kyouchi," Anthy smiles and looks up at his tall erect form.

Saionji peers at her handwritten signature in the book and then into her bright green eyes. "Hmm, I guess not `Tenjou Anthy'. I guess some things never change do they?"

Anthy shrugs and arches her violet eyebrows. "I guess not."

The older man standing behind the kendo master taps his shoulder. "Could you please hurry up; the convention center is closing in five minutes."

Saionji turns his head towards the man and gives him a pissed off look. "Do you mind? I am having a conversation with this beautiful author here. So could you mind your own business?"

Anthy just shakes her head at her former schoolmate's rudeness. The lavender-haired princess gestures for the older man to give her the book. Saionji steps to the side of the table closer to the former rose bride as the man moves up towards the table. He hands her the book.

Anthy signs the book and gives the man an apologetic smile. The man bowed.

"Thanks so much," then he gives Saionji an evil look, before walking off. Saionji just rolls his violet eyes and sighs.

"That was rather mean of you Kyouchi. You're going to scare off my fans and here I thought perhaps you've changed." Anthy gives him a disappointing expression.

Saionji glares into those bright eyes of hers and feels his heart implode with disappointment. He didn't want her to think he was same rude and arrogant jerk she had known at Ohtori.

"Anthy, I am sorry I didn't……." Just as the kendo master was about to apologize an intercom announcement sounded throughout the convention center:

[Announcer: "The convention center is now close. Have a nice day everyone."]

There is a lot of depressing moans. As all the adoring readers who didn't get their books signed starts exiting the building.

"Well I guess I should gather my stuff and head home now," Anthy starts tossing books and stationary supplies into a box beside her chair.

Saionji, trying to be the gentleman, decided to help her. "Let me take care of this for you."

Anthy looked down into Saionji's dark violet eyes as he bends down and picks up the box. She arches her eyebrows as though unsure of Siaonji's earnestness. Saionji looks back casually and she tosses him a smile.

"Okay you can help." Anthy stands up from the chair she is sitting in.

"Where do you want me to take this box?" Saionji asks as he watches her grab her purse. She tosses her long silk amethyst hair over her shoulder before turning to face him. Her emerald eyes sparkles at him.

"To my car of course," Saionji nearly lost control of himself from how beautiful and regal she looks. It was like she a totally different person, than he had remembered. He stands there engrossed in her radiant beauty as she starts walking toward the exit. And he starts pondering how a `princess' like Anthy ended up with an annoying `tomboy' like Tenjou.

"Kyouchi are you coming?" Anthy asks.

The green-haired man broke from his trance and answers, "Oh yeah, sorry about that."

They start walking side by side in total silence. Saionji spare a few glances at the lavender-haired princess out of the corner of his eye. Yet Anthy remain completely composed and focus, not even offering a kind word.

`I wonder if she despises me. I know I deserve that much from her. I wasn't the least bit kind to her back at Ohtori. But if this plan is going to work I have to speak up.' Siaonji thought as they continue their walk to Anthy's automobile.

They approach the exit door and Saionji rushes up and pushes it open for Anthy. She smiles at him. Just as she passes by his tall figure he grabs her arm.

"Anthy, I am sorry for how I acted in the past towards you and that tomboy," Anthy furrow her eyebrows at the last word. "I mean Tenjou, sorry." Saionji stutters the whole statement.

Anthy lightly removes her arm from his grasp and looks at him in a slightly surprised notion. Saionji couldn't even look at her. He feels like a helpless child waiting to be forgiven. She sees something different about him, something she hadn't expected. Her former dueling champion was actually embarrassed and sincere in his words.

Anthy tilts his head towards hers and beams at him. "I accept your apology Kyouchi-san."

Saionji couldn't contain himself. He drops the box and surprisingly hugs Anthy. Anthy didn't know what to do, but she hugs him back.

"I am so glad you accepted. I thought you hated me."

"No I don't hate you, but I am glad you apologized. That's all I wanted to hear from you."

Saionji smiles and picks up the box. They continue walking towards the parking lot. Anthy removes her car keys from her purse and point it at her silver Lexus, disabling the car alarm. She opens the trunk and Saionji places the box inside.

Saionji shut the trunk closed and leans up against the expensive vehicle. He turns to Anthy and takes her tan hands in his.

"I know I can't change the past, but I would like to make up for all my wrong doing towards you by taking you out to dinner."

Just as Anthy is about to protest, Saionji places his index finger against her lips.

"I know you are married to T-T-Tenjou-kun," Saionji had to stutter Utena's name. He still can't quite believe they are together. "It's just a friendly dinner. It's all I can do as a peace offering to you. Please say you will accept."

He beams at her with cool violet eyes. Anthy couldn't refuse; perhaps he really is being an actual gentleman.

"Well I guess having dinner with you won't be so bad, I accept."

Saionji kisses her hand. "How about this upcoming Thursday and you can chose any restaurant."

"Thursday is just fine."

Saionji removes a pen and paper out if his shirt pocket and writes down his telephone number. He gestures for Anthy to write hers down as well. They exchange numbers. With that done Saionji walks toward his motorcycle and puts on his helm.

"I'll call you to set up a time." He yells before driving off.

Anthy waves before opening door of her car and getting in.

*****TBC*****

Chapter XII: Arrival