94 - By Poli Almasy
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I think I'm understanding.
Understanding what?
What it means to be a Butterfly.
You understand nothing.
I understand everything.
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I'd like to thank Julie-chan for writting 93 1/4,
which is basically a very twisted version of 94.
I love it Emu-chan, keep writting or I'll be forced
to stop. And now Julie belongs to me becuase this
fic owns her.
Poli loves the Akio Car, Poli wants bishes to take off
their shirts and lay down on her.
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"I'm starting to understand Mikage. At least I
want to understand." Mikage lay perfectly still, it was
still dark but he could make out Miki's form next to him.
"What is it what you want to understand?" He stroked
Miki's blue hair. Mikage didn't want Miki to understand he
had only wanted to use him for Revolution. But was that
still his aim?
"Revolution...I understand Revolution. I don't know
why I didn't until now. But I understand Revolution." Mikage
pulled him closer, he wanted to feel the boy's warmth.
"What is Revolution then."
"Utena is the Revolution."
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"Utena is the Revolution..." Mikage sat at his desk.
It was all up to Akio. He no longer held power. Mikage
had stayed at the school out of his own will to forget life,
goals. He could leave now, but everything was holding him back.
Tokiko was pulling him forward, and Miki was holding him back.
What had the words ment.
If Utena truely was the Revolution, no one would acheive
it without her. Even if he could posses her, make her his own toy,
could she bring Revolution. It was quite possible she belonged to
Akio.
Mamiya belongs to Akio, Tokiko belonged to Akio, Utena
belongs to Akio, Miki...Akio.
step
step
step
crash
Mikage looked at his hand. The blood that now covered it
was in stark contrast to his pale skin. He stared blankly at the
window, now in shattered peices. If he was a living computer like
the had commented, why did it hurt. Why did everything hurt so much
now. Everything hurt.
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"Stop coming here Miki."
"It is my desire to come."
"You don't belong to me, you never will. This is not my game
to play." Mikage removed the singlet from his finger and dropped it
to the floor. It broke on impact as if it were mearly glass. The world
was glass.
"Who's game is it then?"
"It doesn't concern you."
The world is mearly glass
Everything fractures
Everything breaks
There is nothing eternal in a world of glass.
"If you dual its your game."
A game made of glass
The contract is glass
There is nothing eternal in a world of glass.
"Its not a game anymore, it was never a game to begin with."
Life is made of glass
I wish to be glass
I want to fracture
There is nothing eternal in a world of glass.
"If its not a game, then what is it?"
Frature is release
I am glass
I will myself to be glass
There is nothing eternal in a world of glass.
"I is adolecence."
There is nothing eternal in a world of glass.
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Mikage lay alone in bed. Miki had not understood. He was trapped
as part of a game that had never existed. It was all part of a nonexistant
game. He questioned now if it was Akio's game. As powerful as Akio had been,
as powerful as he was now. Could it be his game?
"Am I leaving adolecence?" Mikage wispered to the darkness, he wished
light would never come. He had never existed. Now that he had the will to
leave, could he?
tap
tap
tap
"Mikage, I want to understand." The door stood open and Miki was standing
in the darkness. "I want to leave adolecence." Miki dropped his singlet to the
floor, it shattered. Glass.
"There is nothing eternal in a world of glass."
Miki closed the door.
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Break him
I want nothing more
Then to break him
We are broken
Together we are broken
Break the world
And it is still broken
Fix him
I want nothing more
Then to fix him
Too young
Too young
Break him
Fix him
Too young
Too young to be broken
But I broke him
I wish to be broken
Too young
Too young
Break him
Fix him
Too young
Release
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I think I'm understanding.
Understanding what?
What it means to be a Butterfly.
You understand nothing.
I understand everything.
-------------------------------
I'd like to thank Julie-chan for writting 93 1/4,
which is basically a very twisted version of 94.
I love it Emu-chan, keep writting or I'll be forced
to stop. And now Julie belongs to me becuase this
fic owns her.
Poli loves the Akio Car, Poli wants bishes to take off
their shirts and lay down on her.
--------------------------------
"I'm starting to understand Mikage. At least I
want to understand." Mikage lay perfectly still, it was
still dark but he could make out Miki's form next to him.
"What is it what you want to understand?" He stroked
Miki's blue hair. Mikage didn't want Miki to understand he
had only wanted to use him for Revolution. But was that
still his aim?
"Revolution...I understand Revolution. I don't know
why I didn't until now. But I understand Revolution." Mikage
pulled him closer, he wanted to feel the boy's warmth.
"What is Revolution then."
"Utena is the Revolution."
--------------------------------
"Utena is the Revolution..." Mikage sat at his desk.
It was all up to Akio. He no longer held power. Mikage
had stayed at the school out of his own will to forget life,
goals. He could leave now, but everything was holding him back.
Tokiko was pulling him forward, and Miki was holding him back.
What had the words ment.
If Utena truely was the Revolution, no one would acheive
it without her. Even if he could posses her, make her his own toy,
could she bring Revolution. It was quite possible she belonged to
Akio.
Mamiya belongs to Akio, Tokiko belonged to Akio, Utena
belongs to Akio, Miki...Akio.
step
step
step
crash
Mikage looked at his hand. The blood that now covered it
was in stark contrast to his pale skin. He stared blankly at the
window, now in shattered peices. If he was a living computer like
the had commented, why did it hurt. Why did everything hurt so much
now. Everything hurt.
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"Stop coming here Miki."
"It is my desire to come."
"You don't belong to me, you never will. This is not my game
to play." Mikage removed the singlet from his finger and dropped it
to the floor. It broke on impact as if it were mearly glass. The world
was glass.
"Who's game is it then?"
"It doesn't concern you."
The world is mearly glass
Everything fractures
Everything breaks
There is nothing eternal in a world of glass.
"If you dual its your game."
A game made of glass
The contract is glass
There is nothing eternal in a world of glass.
"Its not a game anymore, it was never a game to begin with."
Life is made of glass
I wish to be glass
I want to fracture
There is nothing eternal in a world of glass.
"If its not a game, then what is it?"
Frature is release
I am glass
I will myself to be glass
There is nothing eternal in a world of glass.
"I is adolecence."
There is nothing eternal in a world of glass.
-------------------------------
Mikage lay alone in bed. Miki had not understood. He was trapped
as part of a game that had never existed. It was all part of a nonexistant
game. He questioned now if it was Akio's game. As powerful as Akio had been,
as powerful as he was now. Could it be his game?
"Am I leaving adolecence?" Mikage wispered to the darkness, he wished
light would never come. He had never existed. Now that he had the will to
leave, could he?
tap
tap
tap
"Mikage, I want to understand." The door stood open and Miki was standing
in the darkness. "I want to leave adolecence." Miki dropped his singlet to the
floor, it shattered. Glass.
"There is nothing eternal in a world of glass."
Miki closed the door.
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Break him
I want nothing more
Then to break him
We are broken
Together we are broken
Break the world
And it is still broken
Fix him
I want nothing more
Then to fix him
Too young
Too young
Break him
Fix him
Too young
Too young to be broken
But I broke him
I wish to be broken
Too young
Too young
Break him
Fix him
Too young
Release