Utena: Got Milk? / the Revolutionary Girl is Here!
This little flight of fancy may take some explaining. Shortly after I saw the milk advertisement on TV, where a group of well-known super heroes recruited a milkman for membership in their group, an odd idea suddenly occurred to me: if they were really so desperate for people to join, who else might they resort to trying to recruit? And so an very weird Utena fiction was born!
There was a tiny hint of movement underneath Utena's eyelids, then her body twitched slightly as she slowly returned to the world of consciousness. She winced a little when she tried to sit up, feeling a sudden burst of pain. She reached up and gently rubbed at the large bump on the back of her head even as she groaned loudly.
'What in the world hit me?' a dazed Utena thought to herself sourly. Taking a moment to look down at herself, she was surprised to notice that she was dressed in her rose duelist's uniform, rather than more normal clothes.
"Ah, good, you're finally awake," an far too excessively cheerful male voice said to her. She squinted in the bright overhead light, and saw she was sitting in front of a long table, with at least twenty or so rather oddly dressed men and women sitting behind it. "Welcome to the meeting, Revolutionary Girl!"
"What meeting?" Utena asked them, sounding as confused as she felt. "And who are you people, anyway?" she continued crossly, looking up and down the line.
"We are the members of the Heroic Alliance!" the loud man in the neon blue costume said to her cheerfully. "And this is our semi-annual membership meeting. And may I say, you do look like an ideal recruit for our group."
"Excuse me, but how did I get here, exactly?" Utena asked him quietly, her eyebrow twitching a bit as she fought to keep her temper under control.
"Why, our new member Witch Girl brought you." a pretty woman in forest green leaves answered, gesturing to a figure standing quietly behind Utena.
Utena quickly turned around in her seat, and Anthy smiled and waved kawaiily at her. Utena couldn't help sweatdropping. Anthy was dressed in only a short black dress, black high heeled shoes, wearing a cute little witch's hat, masked and carrying a old fashioned straw broom. "Hello, Utena- sama." she said ti her cheerfully.
Utena put her head in her hands and groaned softly. 'Why do these things happen to me?' Utena thought tiredly.
Farther down the table, a young man clicks his stopwatch almost exactly the same time as Utena groaned. "Miki?" a surprised Utena asked, looking up and over at where he was sitting. "You're part of this too?"
"In this outfit, they call me Timer." Miki said in his black, clock themed costume, obviously deeply embarrassed to be there and being dressed the way he was. He added quietly, "I'm really, really sorry about this."
"And I," a figure declares, as he flipped his black, red satin lined cape over his shoulder and stepped out of the shadows in a tux, top hat, and rhinestone studded mask, "am the Really Cool Kamen!" Utena looked at him, and sweatdropped.
"Touga, I didn't know you could look so utterly stupid," Utena said after she contined to look at him for a moment. He sighs loudly, deflated.
Nearby, but out of their direct line of sight, they can all hear an heated argument going on, a bit muffled at first, but growing clearer.
"I don't care, Shiori!" a familiar voice cries to the other angrilly. " I will not wear that outfit!" it more softly continues.
"But Juri, you'd look so good in it," a sexy voice that many of them instantly recognized answered her oh so sweetly. A soft, resigned sounding sigh, then they heard the sound of two people getting dressed up.
A few moments later, Shiori steps out of the nearby changing room, dressed in... well, very, very little. The two piece leather bikini looked like it was just barely managing to restrain all of Shiori's charms. A very embarassed looking Juri followed her out, dressed in a fifties style suit, with a small mask and fedora.
"I still can't believe you talked me into this," Juri said, looking at her very sexy leather clad sidekick. Shiori snuggled close to her.
"Shouldn't you use our new code-names, Juri-sama?" Shiori asked her sweetly. Juri blushed brightly, muttering something under her breath. She tried to delay a bit, clearing her throat, until Shiori glared at her.
"I am Butch Girl..." Juri declared, blushing.
"...and I am Femme Girl!" Shiori cried.
Everybody sweatdropped at that.
This little flight of fancy may take some explaining. Shortly after I saw the milk advertisement on TV, where a group of well-known super heroes recruited a milkman for membership in their group, an odd idea suddenly occurred to me: if they were really so desperate for people to join, who else might they resort to trying to recruit? And so an very weird Utena fiction was born!
There was a tiny hint of movement underneath Utena's eyelids, then her body twitched slightly as she slowly returned to the world of consciousness. She winced a little when she tried to sit up, feeling a sudden burst of pain. She reached up and gently rubbed at the large bump on the back of her head even as she groaned loudly.
'What in the world hit me?' a dazed Utena thought to herself sourly. Taking a moment to look down at herself, she was surprised to notice that she was dressed in her rose duelist's uniform, rather than more normal clothes.
"Ah, good, you're finally awake," an far too excessively cheerful male voice said to her. She squinted in the bright overhead light, and saw she was sitting in front of a long table, with at least twenty or so rather oddly dressed men and women sitting behind it. "Welcome to the meeting, Revolutionary Girl!"
"What meeting?" Utena asked them, sounding as confused as she felt. "And who are you people, anyway?" she continued crossly, looking up and down the line.
"We are the members of the Heroic Alliance!" the loud man in the neon blue costume said to her cheerfully. "And this is our semi-annual membership meeting. And may I say, you do look like an ideal recruit for our group."
"Excuse me, but how did I get here, exactly?" Utena asked him quietly, her eyebrow twitching a bit as she fought to keep her temper under control.
"Why, our new member Witch Girl brought you." a pretty woman in forest green leaves answered, gesturing to a figure standing quietly behind Utena.
Utena quickly turned around in her seat, and Anthy smiled and waved kawaiily at her. Utena couldn't help sweatdropping. Anthy was dressed in only a short black dress, black high heeled shoes, wearing a cute little witch's hat, masked and carrying a old fashioned straw broom. "Hello, Utena- sama." she said ti her cheerfully.
Utena put her head in her hands and groaned softly. 'Why do these things happen to me?' Utena thought tiredly.
Farther down the table, a young man clicks his stopwatch almost exactly the same time as Utena groaned. "Miki?" a surprised Utena asked, looking up and over at where he was sitting. "You're part of this too?"
"In this outfit, they call me Timer." Miki said in his black, clock themed costume, obviously deeply embarrassed to be there and being dressed the way he was. He added quietly, "I'm really, really sorry about this."
"And I," a figure declares, as he flipped his black, red satin lined cape over his shoulder and stepped out of the shadows in a tux, top hat, and rhinestone studded mask, "am the Really Cool Kamen!" Utena looked at him, and sweatdropped.
"Touga, I didn't know you could look so utterly stupid," Utena said after she contined to look at him for a moment. He sighs loudly, deflated.
Nearby, but out of their direct line of sight, they can all hear an heated argument going on, a bit muffled at first, but growing clearer.
"I don't care, Shiori!" a familiar voice cries to the other angrilly. " I will not wear that outfit!" it more softly continues.
"But Juri, you'd look so good in it," a sexy voice that many of them instantly recognized answered her oh so sweetly. A soft, resigned sounding sigh, then they heard the sound of two people getting dressed up.
A few moments later, Shiori steps out of the nearby changing room, dressed in... well, very, very little. The two piece leather bikini looked like it was just barely managing to restrain all of Shiori's charms. A very embarassed looking Juri followed her out, dressed in a fifties style suit, with a small mask and fedora.
"I still can't believe you talked me into this," Juri said, looking at her very sexy leather clad sidekick. Shiori snuggled close to her.
"Shouldn't you use our new code-names, Juri-sama?" Shiori asked her sweetly. Juri blushed brightly, muttering something under her breath. She tried to delay a bit, clearing her throat, until Shiori glared at her.
"I am Butch Girl..." Juri declared, blushing.
"...and I am Femme Girl!" Shiori cried.
Everybody sweatdropped at that.