One Last Fling | By : BlackRoseVixen Category: +S to Z > Utena Views: 1259 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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BlackRoseVixen05: And here I am again, back
with another Utena fic. Like the last ones, this idea just would not leave me
alone, and so I am writing it. Please enjoy it, but if you don’t like it, don’t
flame me. So there. On with the fic!
Disclaimer:
I do not own Revolutionary Girl Utena, its characters, nor am I making money
for writing this. But if I could steal Saionji, I would.
All was quiet in the kendo hall. At least, for now. Kendo
captain Kyouichi Saionji knew that this peaceful hour of silence wouldn’t last
for long. It was five o’clock, and his ever-busy “friend” Touga Kiryuu would
surely be paying him a visit.
With any luck, Saionji would be able to shoo
Touga away without any trouble. It was doable, on some days. However, the
majority of the time, the kendo-ka would find himself unpleasantly
pinned to the dojo’s floor, squirming underneath Touga’s body.
The Japanese teen growled as he shook his
head, wanting to dispel those horrid thoughts from his mind. He had better things
to do besides dwell on the actions of his perverted “friend”.
Saionji was still dress in his hakama,
the Green Rose’s bright green hair up in its usual high ponytail. Saionji had
just finished his daily kendo practice and was currently polishing his katana.
It was always the last thing he did before getting a shower and returning to
the mansion provided for him.
Above the rack that held his practice swords,
a digital clock sat on a small shelf. Saionji’s violet, almond-shaped eyes gave
the clock a casual glance.
5:23PM is what shown on the
clock in large, bright red numbers. The Green Rose gave a sigh of relief.
Perhaps he would not have to deal with Touga’s stupidity after all.
Just then, Saionji heard the door slide open.
The Green Rose held back a groan. He heard the door close again, the sound
followed by slow footsteps making their way across the large room. The steps
grew louder and soon ceased, the intruder now standing behind Saionji.
“What do you want, Touga?” the Green Rose
asked dryly.
There was a brief moment of silence, before
the person spoke. “It’s been a while, Mister Vice-President,” a male voice
said, a male voice that didn’t belong to Touga.
Saionji found himself mildly surprised, though
he didn’t let it show. The green-haired teen slowly turned around, gazing up at
the other male. Of all people…
“Ruka Tsuchiya,” the Green Rose stated softly.
“Greetings, Saionji. You look well,” the
extremely tall, blue-haired teen replied. Ruka was dressed in his blue and
white school uniform, his suit similar to the ones given to the Student
Council. There was a pleasant smile on his face as he as returned the Green
Rose’s gaze.
“Shockingly, so do you,” Saionji replied,
carefully placing his katana on its rack. “I heard that you’d come back.
I was hard pressed to believe it, though, since I hadn’t seen you myself.”
“I’ve only just found time to make my rounds
and reunite with some old…acquaintances,” Ruka stated, since he and Saionji
weren’t exactly friends. “What better place to start than here?”
“Charmed,” Saionji said, standing up. “Though
I can hardly believe that you, the former fencing captain, would bypass
Arisugawa to come and see me.”
“Ah, yes, but Juri really isn’t an
acquaintance now, is she?” Ruka asked with a knowing smile.
“You tell me,” Saionji replied, his usual
un-amused expression still in place.
Ruka gave a chuckle. “I see you haven’t
changed,” the tall boy commented. Saionji didn’t say anything, so Ruka decided
to continue. “I assume that you are privy to the situation regarding End of the
World?”
“I am,” Saionji replied simply.
“I’ve only just found out, but it seems I’ve
gotten myself a bit involved. Think you could shed some light on all this for
me?” Ruka asked.
“Actually, I’d rather not. I want nothing more
to do with End of the World’s crusade,” Saionji said, folding his arms.
Ruka looked intrigued, “I see… Very well,
then,” was all he said, knowing that he probably wouldn’t be able to get
anything more out of Saionji if he didn’t feel like sharing.
“I must admit that I’m surprised to see you.
There was rumor that you were in a coma,” Saionji said after that, changing the
subject.
Ruka chuckled once more, closing his eyes.
“Yes, I suspected that such things were probably being said. My condition did
improve, however. Thus, here I am, back at school,” he said, reopening his
eyes.
“Welcome back, then, I suppose. I guess being
here is better than being trapped in a hospital, a pincushion for syringes,”
Saionji replied, letting his arms return to his sides.
“Yes, definitely. Plus, it’s good to see my
friends again,” Ruka stated, nodding.
Saionji’s eyes closed this time, seeming
almost disgusted by something. “Only a fool believes he has friends,” the Green
Rose stated, before walking past Ruka.
The taller boy grimaced, laughing lightly.
“Still a disciple of Touga, I see,” he said softly, though loud enough for
Saionji to hear.
Saionji paused in his step when he heard
Ruka’s words, the comment not sitting well with him. “Goodbye, Ruka,” was all
Saionji said before he disappeared into the Kendo Hall’s locker room, not
giving the blue-haired teen a second glance.
It was about an hour later that Saionji
emerged from the locker room. The Green Rose was now dressed in his usual Seitokai
attire, and his wavy green hair hung loose once again. He looked around as he
entered the kendo room. No one was around, Ruka long gone. However, there was
the lingering scent of his cologne. Saionji found himself slightly impressed by
the fragrance.
The kendo-ka slung a small sports bag
over his shoulder and headed for the door, the bag containing his kendo
uniform. Saionji slid open the Japanese-style door and was about to step out
into the hall when he was suddenly violently grabbed from behind. Purple eyes
widened as a chloroform-filled cloth was pressed over his mouth and nose.
Naturally, Saionji began to struggle, but his attacker had an effective hold on
him.
What really shocked him was the fact that this
person had attacked him from inside the dojo. ‘But no one had been
there…!’ Saionji thought as he fought to free himself.
Whoever had a hold of him was patient, calmly
waiting until the chloroform took effect. It was mere minutes before the Green
Rose went limp. The attacker slowly took his hand away from Saionji’s mouth
slowly. The kendo captain gave a small groan as he collapsed onto the floor.
Letting him fall was a sort of test to make sure Saionji was unconscious.
He was.
Saionji took a deep breath as he slowly came to. He could
feel himself laying on something soft. It was this realization that brought him
back to full alertness in a hurry.
He was laying on a bed.
Saionji opened his eyes, but found that he
still could not see. He’d been blindfolded. That was not the extent of it,
however. He had also been gagged, a cloth tied tightly over his mouth.
Saionji’s wrists were bound and tied above his head, the cloth holding him
attached to the bedposts.
Panic began to creep its way into his body
when Saionji realized that he was only partially clothed. Everything on his
lower body has been removed, though he still had on his uniform jacket. His
breathing sped up as he found his legs bound as well. The binding, which was
also attached to the bedposts, was tied around his lower thighs, keeping his
legs spread apart invitingly.
Blood rushed to the Green Rose’s face,
thoroughly embarrassed. Saionji silently wondered if he looked as ridiculous as
he felt.
At least he’d figured out where he was.
Saionji was in his own bedroom. He’d deduced that from the texture of the
covers beneath him. This fact made him feel a tad better.
Saionji froze when he heard someone enter his
room. ‘Damn you, Touga… When I’m free, I swear I’m going cut your dick off
and feed it to you…’ the Green Rose thought, positive that his captor was
non-other than the red-headed Student Council President.
The green-haired teen shifted when he felt
weight settle on the bed next to him. Saionji gave a warning growl, trying to
lean away as hands began undoing the buttons of his uniform shirt. Once the top
was out of the way, those same hands began caressing the smooth flesh
underneath.
Saionji jumped when two thumbs began rubbing his nipples,
making him tremble. The Japanese teen hissed a threat of death as one of the thumbs
was replaced by a tongue. The threat, sadly, was muffled by the gag over his
mouth.
‘I’m going to kill you, Touga…!’ he
thought, before he froze once more. ‘Wait…that fragrance…!’
The kidnapper gave an amused chuckle at
Saionji current petrified state. “Does that mean you’ve figured it out?” he
asked, nipping the Green Rose’s cheek.
Saionji frowned deeply, his next thought a snarl in his
mind.
‘Tsuchiya!’
BlackRoseVixen05:
Ta-da! First chapter is finished! Hope you enjoyed it and will tune in for
chapter two, the last chapter! Please leave me some nice reviews!
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