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Sang Sur les Roses	By : Saoirse Category: +S to Z > Utena Views: 2873 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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.

* * *

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.

* * *

�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.

* * *

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.

* * *

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
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