DISCLAIMER: I wish I had the creative abilities to write Revolutionary Girl Utena, but, unfortunately, I don't. So I console myself by writing fan-fiction about it.

The Student Council Room

"So, are you going to tell us why you called this meeting?" demanded Touga, flipping his hair in irritation. "I had to cancel my appointment with my hairstylist. My hair is so dry right now from the weather."

"This does call for a bit of an explanation, Mickey. It's quite uncommon for you to call a Student Council meeting," Juri pointed out.

"I'm sorry to inconvenience everybody, but after my extracurricular study class of historical American politics, I've realized we're doing this all wrong." Miki clicked his stopwatch, then produced a set of notes written in his delicate, precise handwriting. "Our approach, our ideals, our rights. It goes against humanity."

"What do you mean?' asked Saionji peevishly.

"I mean that we can never achieve revolution like this. It's completely going back on Enlightenment thinking! Reading the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution made me see that this is not the way to run a revolution. Where did Montesquieu's ideas of checks and balances in a government go? Locke's principles of life, liberty, and property?"

"Wow. I didn't know you were such a liberalist, Miki," said Juri. "Are you sure it's just not that crush on the Rose Bride that's changing your mind?"

"Of course not, Miss Juri!" Miki protested, blushing furiously. "Ideology always becomes before personal interest. Always!"

"So you say."

"Reason is what we need. Reason!" Miki proclaimed, clutching his notebook for strength. "Reason to override common belief."

"How naive," Saionji snorted.

"What a joke," Touga sighed.

"When has logic ever applied to Ohtori Academy, Mickey?" Juri said, not unkindly. Miki wilted never the less. "It won't work. The American colonists didn't have to deal with an all-powerful semi-divine prince thing. Just a mortal king. We'll just have to deal with it."

"I know," Miki said quietly. "It was worth a try, though." He reached for his teacup and took a sip. He then spat the liquid out. "Ah!" Quickly he produced the handkerchief Kozue had sewn for him and sopped up the mess. "Please excuse me. What was that bitter stuff?"

"It was coffee," Touga said, taking a sip of his own drink. "Tea is getting expensive."