A/N: Anthy would be an awesome Heroine! ^^ She can pull a sword out of her chest and has enough rose bushes to ward away bad guys with evil thorns! MUAHAHAHA!

DISCLAIMER: Me no own, me bit sad... ^^

You Belong To Me

What am I to her? A trophy on a wall? A prize she won in a duel, something to be proud of? No. None of these. She said so herself. To her, I'm a... a friend. A true, close friend. And I would soon betray her, maybe for the unwanted love of another. It's not like I volunteer to do these things for her because I consider her my superior.

Oh, yes, I worship her, they very way she moves and is her own person. No, the reason of this would be because I love her, and to aid her just a little bit in just the way I can do for her, let that be my expression of marking her as mine.

As clear as the rose within me, tangled deep and buried within a mass of briars and blood-dipped thorns, she is mine.

Yes, I consider that a fact.

She is mine, and mine alone.

Turning to her one night, I look her straight in the face and say, out loud, right to her, "You... Utena, you... You belong to me."

Then I laid a kiss to her full lips, open and warm, full of life and hot breath. She smiles then, smiles and wraps an arm about my waist.

You, you belong to me, I whisper now.

That is because I see it, it is true. Only these words fall on an angelic face, closed lids. She's asleep, the delicious flower not yet bloomed.

I'm sure she hears them in her dreams, though, my words.

You belong to me.

Yes, Utena, my Savior, my Love, my now Prince.

And I love you, dammit.

A/N: Even Anthy can be a bit crude sometimes, she can't find the words to express her needs to Utena. ^^