(notes: I've used Japanese in this, as well as a character who's unfamiliar because he was only in the manga. If you want to read the scanned, translated manga pages with him in it, visit - you'll also find a list of the Japanese used with definitions. Thanks!
-Trin)

Shoujo Kakumei Utena Waiting Still: Part One

It's been a year and six months since I've seen you last, and as far as I can see, statistically, you should have contacted me by now - or else, also statistically, you never will.

It's a funny thing to be looking at these stats and knowing that they apply to my life. I mean, I've looked up other statistics that'll someday apply to me, like what age I'll first have sex and how much money I might make with my education and intelligence. But this... this is the first time that a statistic seemed... scary.

I'll admit I wasn't worried until the police showed up. Until they came to my door, telling me that you'd just... gone missing and that nobody knew where you were. Your aunt thought they should come and ask me, because I knew you. Because we're friends; best friends. And because if anybody had heard from you, surely I would have.

I had nothing to give them. I had nothing to say... except that it was my fault you went to that campus in the first place.

Of course, they didn't believe me. You took all the postcards with you; you took the ring. I had no evidence, nothing to go on at all except for my notes and research in the library, and they only took THAT because I insisted and started shouting a little when they didn't want it.

And well, Utena, you know me; once they'd gone, I went upstairs, got my old short wave radio out, and tore the thing apart until I managed to work it to get the police band. And you know what I found out?

They went to Ohtori.

They got records.

And Ohtori said they'd never even heard of you. That you hadn't arrived. That something bad must have happened to you en route, because there was no record of you in THEIR database system.

...Utena. Someone's lying.

I went back, checked all my old traceroutes and hacker pathways, and whereas before I'd had all your information, dorm room, etc... guess what? It was all gone. Someone had ERASED those files - maybe like they erased you.

The police made it an official missing person report and asked questions around the countryside and the train line you took. Your aunt cried; she's never cried before, and that guy-of-hers-who's-not-the-prince held her a lot. I think they're getting married.

And I waited, Utena. I did; I waited a month, two months, until our joint birthday passed and there was still no sign of you, and then the police just put it in the probably-dead file instead of the missing-person, and your aunt held a wake, and I've had enough.

Someone lied. Someone took you - hurt you, hid you. And I'm not going to just let them get away with that.

It took me a good five hours to reschedule everything, transfer my records, and erase every sign that I'd hacked into the place to begin with; but it was well worth the time. They really do have a pitiful computer system. If I thought it wouldn't get me expelled, I'd offer to do them an upgrade for a minimal charge.

I've bought my new uniform - secondhand, of course - packed my things, and informed my parents. I've picked up the textbooks I'll need, and found all the spy equipment I could get my hands on - that is, the kind of stuff I can use to make spy equipment, which equates to the same thing. I've also installed a wireless system in my laptop, in case the campus network is monitored.

I've done everything I can do to prepare; and now, I'm coming after you.

I don't know where you are, Utena, but I do know where you've been. And maybe the police CAN statistically do a better job than any lone gunman usually could, but I also know that I can get info that they never would for one important reason:

They were outsiders. I'll be part of the student body. There is no better "in" than that.

Ohtori Academy, here I come.