Disclaimers: I do not own Utena or any one in it. Kenji is my own creation and Lyrako is that of... well Lyrako. Andrew is based on a real person, he knows who he is. Don't sue me for this story, you won't get... anything :P thank you every one who takes the time to read this. I hope you like it., and even if you don't, thank you for reading it. I worked hard on this and it might not even be any good.
Over a year ago my friend Alice helped me to create and explore Kenji as a person. I will write a few side stories to go with this after the main fic is done, the side stories will be based more on the adventures that unraveled between Alice and I as we masqueraded in my basement as Utena and Kenji. I want to thank her for working hand-in-hand with me to build Kenji's mold. I decided it was finally time to fill that mold with flesh and give it life. This is what I came up with. And for now this will have to do. Please let me know what you think, feel free to incorporate Kenji into any of your fics if you like her that much (I doubt any of you will) just let me read the fic when you are finished. The duelists of Eternity was my own idea, you may use that as well, I don't really care. And I'm sure a million people have used the name 'Thorn bride' so no one yell at me for that.
I also want to thank 'To_Bring_The_World_Revolution RPG' for letting me Play Kenji. If any of you reading this is from there, I thank you all, and I'm sorry for quitting.
Last I want to thank every one who ever said 'Kenji is a boys name' when I told them about her. every time some one said it, it added a little for determination to my heart.
Warning, the first few chapters have very little story line, but it gets better as you get to know Kenji and the whole montly crew, I swear!!


A princess, a bride, and a sister.
Forward
By: Eternal_Ukyou

Every little girl dreams of being a princess,
And somewhere... one is.

Hair like the dawn, and eyes like the sea she strolled down the stone path to the looming building as if it where her destiny. And maybe it was. Across her delicate shoulder was a larger duffel bag packed with everything she had left. Now she was coming here to be what she could be, to find the one who shared her soul, and to fulfil her given duty.

Beneath the rose seal they sat, regal and proud, those who are chosen by End of the world. Their fate had been laid before them, it was time to retire the bride and let her be free of the chains that bound her. She who is under mark of the beast, will appear, powerful and willing. A duelist and a bride. She will except this fate once it is brought to her, and she will be the one, it told them. And they excepted and obey their 'masters'. For those of the rose seal are only pawns in a game much to big for them to grasp in soiled hands, or see with clouded eyes.