Chapter 2
A/N: Believe it or not, I intended on leaving "My Betrothed" as one chapter... But then I realized that I just couldn't do that! So this will be a first for multi-chaptered stories for me, but I promise to update frequently!
Disclaimers and all that fun stuff...//
I leapt out of bed, mainly from shock over anything. Through the dark, I cautiously peer at a thin, masculine figure creeping it's way into my room. His features were omniscient. Hard to read, because of the dark. But I preferred to leave the lights off...
"...Who are you?" I managed. Upon further inspection, I could see he was struggling on all fours. Injured, severely.
"She...Stabbed me..."
I gathered every inch of courage in my renewed human body, and inched towards the man. From what I saw, he was not someone I recognized. Then again, the only people I would recognize are from Ohtori... And I am so far from home.
"W-Who? Who stabbed you?" I asked, kneeling down in front of him. He spoke in a half dead whisper, as if he was destined to find me. It was insisted that he speak to me.
"Crazy...She was crazy. The girl... Said my rose was hers... But when I said I didn't have one... She stabbed me..." He managed between coughs. The man, he couldn't have been more than 20 years of age.
His hand weakly went to his left breast, where a critical wound pierced him. Coyly I reached out to touch it, feeling the blood gush out with every heartbeat. Sights like this don't cause me to cringe. Not anymore.
I ignored the fact the liquid from his body was staining my nightdress, and applied pressure to the wound. I wanted to keep him alive as long as possible. With an ambition, whose origin I couldn't comprehend, I questioned the dying man.
"Wh-Why did you come here?" I asked, trying to read all I could from his face. But it was just too dark.
"You're Himemiya Anthy...right?"
"Yes...I am." A lump arose in my throat, as I now became frightened. No one knows of my existence. No one outside of the Academy, that is.
"Good..." He whispered as his final word, with his head falling lifelessly. With a sudden fear of a dead body, I let his body drop to the floor with a thud. Crimson began to crust onto dark-skinned palms as I let the confusion and frustration seep through my tears.
Amidst the death and carnage, I still find myself thinking of her. Do these episodes remind me of her? Or does she remind me of them?
The scent of roses fills the room. This is the scent of Utena... Of our love. I whirl around; almost positive I feel her presence. But instead I see inscriptions matching the blood on my hands, written on the wall. The style is of hers. In a chant, my lips mutter the words written... To be seen by my eyes, only.
"My Bride... If you still believe me to be your prince... Come to our place... And we shall be united again."
...She is waiting for me.
A/N: Believe it or not, I intended on leaving "My Betrothed" as one chapter... But then I realized that I just couldn't do that! So this will be a first for multi-chaptered stories for me, but I promise to update frequently!
Disclaimers and all that fun stuff...//
I leapt out of bed, mainly from shock over anything. Through the dark, I cautiously peer at a thin, masculine figure creeping it's way into my room. His features were omniscient. Hard to read, because of the dark. But I preferred to leave the lights off...
"...Who are you?" I managed. Upon further inspection, I could see he was struggling on all fours. Injured, severely.
"She...Stabbed me..."
I gathered every inch of courage in my renewed human body, and inched towards the man. From what I saw, he was not someone I recognized. Then again, the only people I would recognize are from Ohtori... And I am so far from home.
"W-Who? Who stabbed you?" I asked, kneeling down in front of him. He spoke in a half dead whisper, as if he was destined to find me. It was insisted that he speak to me.
"Crazy...She was crazy. The girl... Said my rose was hers... But when I said I didn't have one... She stabbed me..." He managed between coughs. The man, he couldn't have been more than 20 years of age.
His hand weakly went to his left breast, where a critical wound pierced him. Coyly I reached out to touch it, feeling the blood gush out with every heartbeat. Sights like this don't cause me to cringe. Not anymore.
I ignored the fact the liquid from his body was staining my nightdress, and applied pressure to the wound. I wanted to keep him alive as long as possible. With an ambition, whose origin I couldn't comprehend, I questioned the dying man.
"Wh-Why did you come here?" I asked, trying to read all I could from his face. But it was just too dark.
"You're Himemiya Anthy...right?"
"Yes...I am." A lump arose in my throat, as I now became frightened. No one knows of my existence. No one outside of the Academy, that is.
"Good..." He whispered as his final word, with his head falling lifelessly. With a sudden fear of a dead body, I let his body drop to the floor with a thud. Crimson began to crust onto dark-skinned palms as I let the confusion and frustration seep through my tears.
Amidst the death and carnage, I still find myself thinking of her. Do these episodes remind me of her? Or does she remind me of them?
The scent of roses fills the room. This is the scent of Utena... Of our love. I whirl around; almost positive I feel her presence. But instead I see inscriptions matching the blood on my hands, written on the wall. The style is of hers. In a chant, my lips mutter the words written... To be seen by my eyes, only.
"My Bride... If you still believe me to be your prince... Come to our place... And we shall be united again."
...She is waiting for me.