Don't own the characters of Utena, which is owned by the people who created them and who I've forgotten the names of. I'm tired of writing synopses so just read and review.
The Real Thing
Kullara Gilu was not a happy camper; the fact that she wasn't camping was beside the point. Being no kind of thespian, yet still loving the stage, she had become the prop person. So that was why she was struggling down the deserted corridors of her high school while trying to balance a box of hats and fake swords and push a rolling rack of costumes.
Half way to the auditorium the clothing rack decided to be perverse and get stuck in an uneven doorway, while the box took advantage of her momentary distraction to fall to the floor and scatter its contents. The rack of clothing then toppled to the side, blocking the doorway and sending all manner of costumes tumbling to the ground. As she stared the mess around her she felt like either collapsing into tears or shooting something, namely the stupid person who had decided to put the prop room as far away from the auditorium as possible.
Of course she did neither, she hated people who cried all the time and didn't have a gun with her. Deciding that she should get the clothing through first she gave the offensive metal skeleton a discourteous shove and watched it slide across the battered linoleum with satisfaction, so what if it disgorged the clothing that hadn't fallen yet, she was too frustrated to care.
She bent down and picked up a battered felt hat, a fake pirate's sword, and a lacey bonnet in one sweeping handful. As she straightened a sudden dizziness overcame her and she stumbled slightly.
Suddenly the hallway was filled with chatting students walking by her without a care. She stared in mute confusion, noting the strange uniforms they wore and the odd accents. As she watched the people go about obliviously she wondered if she had hit her head when she had tripped. Was she hallucinating? Or perhaps she had become a medium suddenly and was seeing ghosts. She didn't like the latter thought and quickly pushed it away.
"Utena!" a voice shrieked ecstatically. Kul whirled around to see an auburn haired girl racing towards her.
Then she was alone again, standing in a costume-cluttered hallway holding a few props limply in her hands. What had just happened? Who was the girl and why was she shouting something like 'a tuna'?
Deciding it was a lack of sleep she hastily cleaned up the rest of the mess and made her way to the auditorium. She must be under too much stress that was all. The rest of the trip was uneventful.
* * * *
"A 'b' minus?" Kul demanded, green eyes seething. If she had been a cartoon smoke would be rising from her ears and her face would have turned a wonderful shade of fire truck red. But since she wasn't all she did was flush dully and rage impotently against an unfair grading system. "Damn those fascist bastards."
"Well, I did tell you that you should've studied," her friend Kage (which was pronounced like 'cage') Woodsvale informed her coolly.
"And do you honestly think I'd listen to you?" she retorted as she crumpled the quiz up and threw it into a nearby trash can. He muttered something under his breath and she smacked him.
"Hey, what was that for?"
"That was for being a mean person," she told him haughtily.
"I didn't say anything about you," he growled, sticking out his tongue at her. She grinned impishly and returned the favor.
"Utena!"
She blinked in confusion as the Kage and the other familiar faces faded from view. She was back in the world where everyone wore the same color scheme, teal. Not only that but that same auburn haired girl she had seen the day before was barreling down on her. She gave a little squeak and tried to evade her, unfortunately she wasn't fast enough and soon found herself struggling under the weight of the girl.
"Utena, my love, why are you wearing such odd clothing?" the girl asked from atop her back, arms cutting off her air. She staggered to a window and grabbed the ledge for support.
"What?" she asked breathlessly. Vainly she tried to shake the girl off, but she clung on like a leech. What was going on?
"Not that your other clothing is exactly normal, but what's with the new getup?" the girl continued, oblivious to Kul's discomfort.
"Okay, get off me," she cried, straightening up abruptly. The girl clinging to her back shrieked but came off. "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"
"What do you mean, Utena? I always do that," the girl told her in abject confusion, hurt playing within her deep brown eyes. "Have I offended you, my love? You know you're the only one for me."
Kul stared at her for a moment, blinking stupidly. What was the girl on? Why did she keep calling her a tuna and 'my love'? Slowly she backed away from her, glancing at the other strangely dressed students.
"What's going on here?" she demanded angrily.
"What are you talking about?" a strangely distorted voice asked. She blinked and found a rather amused Kage staring back at her.
"Huh?" was her brilliant reply.
"You asked what was going on," he told her calmly.
The locker-lined hallway of her high school was back to normal. Students dressed in an assortment of fashions congregated about the place, while others walked to class. Not a single scrap of teal fabric was in sight. She must have been hallucinating, what else could be the explanation?
"Was I here the whole time?" she asked slowly, peering up at him with troubled green eyes.
"No you turned into a flying giraffe for a few moments," he told her blandly.
"Whatever, I mean it though."
"Well, considering your mental capabilities I would have to say that you're rarely here at all," he replied glibly. She gave him a dirty looked and started walking down the hallway towards her seventh period class.
So she hadn't gone anywhere, but she could've sworn she had. It couldn't have been a dream because her back hurt from something more than her forty-pound backpack that she dragged to school and home everyday. That was why lockers were such a blessing, all she needed to do was carry around the books she needed for each specific class.
"So did you study for the quiz on Milton?" Kage asked her as they neared the door.
"Of course not, why would I need to?"
* * * *
Kage stared at Kul incredulously and then glanced around at the students leaving for home. She could tell that he thought that she was more insane than usual.
"Okay, so you were magically transported to this other place where you were mauled by a redhead?" he demanded. "Gee, I wish I had been there."
"Whatever, and all the students were wearing these odd uniforms. But not only that she kept calling me a tuna or something," Kul explained impatiently.
"Well, you do kinda look like a tuna fish," he remarked, looking at her critically.
"Shut up," she snarled, smacking him on the forehead. "Get this, she kept saying that I was her 'love' and acting like she knew me."
"Ooh, her 'love'? Oh my, I never knew that about you," he laughed. She hit him again, harder this time. "Maybe she was a ghost or maybe you were asleep," he offered.
"Look out! Stampeding musk ox!"
"What musk ox?" she asked looking around.
"Huh?" Kage asked. She saw the hallway wavering slightly and a blurry brown shape barreling down on them.
"There look," she cried grabbing his arm and pointing at the vaguely defined animal charging down the hazy corridor. With an odd, disconnected feeling the entire scene snapped abruptly into focus.
"What the hell?" Kage demanded as they stared at the enraged beast closing in on them.
"I told you."
"I hate it when you're right."
"Look out!"
* * * *
Thank you for reading and I would be ever so grateful if you all would review this story.
The Real Thing
Kullara Gilu was not a happy camper; the fact that she wasn't camping was beside the point. Being no kind of thespian, yet still loving the stage, she had become the prop person. So that was why she was struggling down the deserted corridors of her high school while trying to balance a box of hats and fake swords and push a rolling rack of costumes.
Half way to the auditorium the clothing rack decided to be perverse and get stuck in an uneven doorway, while the box took advantage of her momentary distraction to fall to the floor and scatter its contents. The rack of clothing then toppled to the side, blocking the doorway and sending all manner of costumes tumbling to the ground. As she stared the mess around her she felt like either collapsing into tears or shooting something, namely the stupid person who had decided to put the prop room as far away from the auditorium as possible.
Of course she did neither, she hated people who cried all the time and didn't have a gun with her. Deciding that she should get the clothing through first she gave the offensive metal skeleton a discourteous shove and watched it slide across the battered linoleum with satisfaction, so what if it disgorged the clothing that hadn't fallen yet, she was too frustrated to care.
She bent down and picked up a battered felt hat, a fake pirate's sword, and a lacey bonnet in one sweeping handful. As she straightened a sudden dizziness overcame her and she stumbled slightly.
Suddenly the hallway was filled with chatting students walking by her without a care. She stared in mute confusion, noting the strange uniforms they wore and the odd accents. As she watched the people go about obliviously she wondered if she had hit her head when she had tripped. Was she hallucinating? Or perhaps she had become a medium suddenly and was seeing ghosts. She didn't like the latter thought and quickly pushed it away.
"Utena!" a voice shrieked ecstatically. Kul whirled around to see an auburn haired girl racing towards her.
Then she was alone again, standing in a costume-cluttered hallway holding a few props limply in her hands. What had just happened? Who was the girl and why was she shouting something like 'a tuna'?
Deciding it was a lack of sleep she hastily cleaned up the rest of the mess and made her way to the auditorium. She must be under too much stress that was all. The rest of the trip was uneventful.
* * * *
"A 'b' minus?" Kul demanded, green eyes seething. If she had been a cartoon smoke would be rising from her ears and her face would have turned a wonderful shade of fire truck red. But since she wasn't all she did was flush dully and rage impotently against an unfair grading system. "Damn those fascist bastards."
"Well, I did tell you that you should've studied," her friend Kage (which was pronounced like 'cage') Woodsvale informed her coolly.
"And do you honestly think I'd listen to you?" she retorted as she crumpled the quiz up and threw it into a nearby trash can. He muttered something under his breath and she smacked him.
"Hey, what was that for?"
"That was for being a mean person," she told him haughtily.
"I didn't say anything about you," he growled, sticking out his tongue at her. She grinned impishly and returned the favor.
"Utena!"
She blinked in confusion as the Kage and the other familiar faces faded from view. She was back in the world where everyone wore the same color scheme, teal. Not only that but that same auburn haired girl she had seen the day before was barreling down on her. She gave a little squeak and tried to evade her, unfortunately she wasn't fast enough and soon found herself struggling under the weight of the girl.
"Utena, my love, why are you wearing such odd clothing?" the girl asked from atop her back, arms cutting off her air. She staggered to a window and grabbed the ledge for support.
"What?" she asked breathlessly. Vainly she tried to shake the girl off, but she clung on like a leech. What was going on?
"Not that your other clothing is exactly normal, but what's with the new getup?" the girl continued, oblivious to Kul's discomfort.
"Okay, get off me," she cried, straightening up abruptly. The girl clinging to her back shrieked but came off. "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"
"What do you mean, Utena? I always do that," the girl told her in abject confusion, hurt playing within her deep brown eyes. "Have I offended you, my love? You know you're the only one for me."
Kul stared at her for a moment, blinking stupidly. What was the girl on? Why did she keep calling her a tuna and 'my love'? Slowly she backed away from her, glancing at the other strangely dressed students.
"What's going on here?" she demanded angrily.
"What are you talking about?" a strangely distorted voice asked. She blinked and found a rather amused Kage staring back at her.
"Huh?" was her brilliant reply.
"You asked what was going on," he told her calmly.
The locker-lined hallway of her high school was back to normal. Students dressed in an assortment of fashions congregated about the place, while others walked to class. Not a single scrap of teal fabric was in sight. She must have been hallucinating, what else could be the explanation?
"Was I here the whole time?" she asked slowly, peering up at him with troubled green eyes.
"No you turned into a flying giraffe for a few moments," he told her blandly.
"Whatever, I mean it though."
"Well, considering your mental capabilities I would have to say that you're rarely here at all," he replied glibly. She gave him a dirty looked and started walking down the hallway towards her seventh period class.
So she hadn't gone anywhere, but she could've sworn she had. It couldn't have been a dream because her back hurt from something more than her forty-pound backpack that she dragged to school and home everyday. That was why lockers were such a blessing, all she needed to do was carry around the books she needed for each specific class.
"So did you study for the quiz on Milton?" Kage asked her as they neared the door.
"Of course not, why would I need to?"
* * * *
Kage stared at Kul incredulously and then glanced around at the students leaving for home. She could tell that he thought that she was more insane than usual.
"Okay, so you were magically transported to this other place where you were mauled by a redhead?" he demanded. "Gee, I wish I had been there."
"Whatever, and all the students were wearing these odd uniforms. But not only that she kept calling me a tuna or something," Kul explained impatiently.
"Well, you do kinda look like a tuna fish," he remarked, looking at her critically.
"Shut up," she snarled, smacking him on the forehead. "Get this, she kept saying that I was her 'love' and acting like she knew me."
"Ooh, her 'love'? Oh my, I never knew that about you," he laughed. She hit him again, harder this time. "Maybe she was a ghost or maybe you were asleep," he offered.
"Look out! Stampeding musk ox!"
"What musk ox?" she asked looking around.
"Huh?" Kage asked. She saw the hallway wavering slightly and a blurry brown shape barreling down on them.
"There look," she cried grabbing his arm and pointing at the vaguely defined animal charging down the hazy corridor. With an odd, disconnected feeling the entire scene snapped abruptly into focus.
"What the hell?" Kage demanded as they stared at the enraged beast closing in on them.
"I told you."
"I hate it when you're right."
"Look out!"
* * * *
Thank you for reading and I would be ever so grateful if you all would review this story.
