It is not my intension to take credit for characters used in this story, which have been
previously been claimed by other persons. Though characters which do not fall in said
category are mine. I would greatly appreciate it if people would pay attention to what-
ever copywrite rules and such can be applied to this piece of fiction. Thank you.
I do know there are a few discreptions in this work and am sorry for them. And yes there is
a bit of mischaracterization. Though it was on purpose.
Anywho, I hope you will like it.
Heaven and Hell
It had been clear to the dualist that she was no longer at Ohtori, infact she was no longer
in a familiar area at all. Even before opening her eyes, Utena could tell she was lying on
sand and could hear the sound of waves crashing upon the shore. When the pink haired girl
did open her eyes her assumption had been proven true: she was lying, all alone, on the
shoreline. For how long, she had no idea. She had no memory of walking to this place or
being brought here. All Utena could remember was the swords.
As she sat up to survey the area once more two other things became clear. One, she was
not in pain. The last time she was concious her entire body had beeen in agony, she had been
physically and emotionally beaten and bruised. It seemed to be a miracle to her that she
had survived that. Two, she was not in her dualist outfit nor her school uniform. Somehow
she had changed into a baggy pair of grey coveralls, the top half hung limply where a belt
held the outfit somewhat snuggly at her waist, a form fitting black tank top, a billowy mesh
shirt, and a pair of black work boots. It was clear this outfit was ment to be as airy as
possible.
"I see that you have awaken."
Kobalt eyes turned their attention a full one hundred and eighty degrees as she stood up to
see the source of the statement. It was a man, dressed in white, who had not been there
before, she was sure of it. The man in white was tall, with little to no hair that was
close cropped, and a hoop in the middle of his lower lip. He seemed gentle in nature but
Utena had learned that looks can be deciving.
"Who are you?" Utena had asked. "And where am I?"
Another voice answered her questions, identical to the one before, but it did not come from
the man. "We are who choose your fate." Utena turned around to see an identical copy of
the Man in White, but he was wearing black instead. "You are where Fire and Water, Good and
Evil, Day and Night, Bliss and Joy meet. This," the man guestored with his hand to the
beach, "is the true cause of what you will soon see. Come and walk with me, you have little
to learn and less time to learn it in." He held out an arm invitingly.
Hesitantly Utena walked over to the man. He placed his hand on her back and led her down
the beach. "Many cultures all over have beliefs of an after life. Of course there is no
one overall place to go, where everyone, no matter what they have done, can reuinite with
both loved ones and those that they never wish to meet again. There are always two places.
A place a bliss, where all that are good may go to enjoy eternity in perfect happiness.
There is also a place where the damned go. A place where nothing is as it seems and no one
can be trusted."
The pink haired girl raised a brow. "And what does this have to do with me?"
"Everything," the man replied. "You see, these places do exist, and you, my dear girl, have
to go to one. I can tell by the look on your face that you do not believe me, but it is as
real as you or I. As you slept your fate was brought about." They stopped and he turned to
face the ocean. "The water really is so beautiful."
By now Utena was more than just a little confused and slightly aggitated. "Are you saying I
am dead?! How is that possible?"
"Oh, you know how."
Then it came to her, the thrust of cool steel through her flesh, then the subsequent
piecings some moments later. All followed by everything going dark. "I...died..." She held
her face in her hands and began to weep. Everything that she could not touch, see, feel,
hold, or love, running through her mind. Death was not fair.
As if he read her mind the man spoke, "No it is not. But neither is life. It is odd
though, people quickly get used to life's unfairness as part of everyday, yet no one ever
gets used to the fact that death is unfair. Death and life are the same. People are blind
to not see this."
Once again kobalt eyes turned to his direction. "You're not making this any easier."
He just shrugged with a laugh. "It is not my job to do so." With that he turned away and
everything went black once more.
previously been claimed by other persons. Though characters which do not fall in said
category are mine. I would greatly appreciate it if people would pay attention to what-
ever copywrite rules and such can be applied to this piece of fiction. Thank you.
I do know there are a few discreptions in this work and am sorry for them. And yes there is
a bit of mischaracterization. Though it was on purpose.
Anywho, I hope you will like it.
Heaven and Hell
It had been clear to the dualist that she was no longer at Ohtori, infact she was no longer
in a familiar area at all. Even before opening her eyes, Utena could tell she was lying on
sand and could hear the sound of waves crashing upon the shore. When the pink haired girl
did open her eyes her assumption had been proven true: she was lying, all alone, on the
shoreline. For how long, she had no idea. She had no memory of walking to this place or
being brought here. All Utena could remember was the swords.
As she sat up to survey the area once more two other things became clear. One, she was
not in pain. The last time she was concious her entire body had beeen in agony, she had been
physically and emotionally beaten and bruised. It seemed to be a miracle to her that she
had survived that. Two, she was not in her dualist outfit nor her school uniform. Somehow
she had changed into a baggy pair of grey coveralls, the top half hung limply where a belt
held the outfit somewhat snuggly at her waist, a form fitting black tank top, a billowy mesh
shirt, and a pair of black work boots. It was clear this outfit was ment to be as airy as
possible.
"I see that you have awaken."
Kobalt eyes turned their attention a full one hundred and eighty degrees as she stood up to
see the source of the statement. It was a man, dressed in white, who had not been there
before, she was sure of it. The man in white was tall, with little to no hair that was
close cropped, and a hoop in the middle of his lower lip. He seemed gentle in nature but
Utena had learned that looks can be deciving.
"Who are you?" Utena had asked. "And where am I?"
Another voice answered her questions, identical to the one before, but it did not come from
the man. "We are who choose your fate." Utena turned around to see an identical copy of
the Man in White, but he was wearing black instead. "You are where Fire and Water, Good and
Evil, Day and Night, Bliss and Joy meet. This," the man guestored with his hand to the
beach, "is the true cause of what you will soon see. Come and walk with me, you have little
to learn and less time to learn it in." He held out an arm invitingly.
Hesitantly Utena walked over to the man. He placed his hand on her back and led her down
the beach. "Many cultures all over have beliefs of an after life. Of course there is no
one overall place to go, where everyone, no matter what they have done, can reuinite with
both loved ones and those that they never wish to meet again. There are always two places.
A place a bliss, where all that are good may go to enjoy eternity in perfect happiness.
There is also a place where the damned go. A place where nothing is as it seems and no one
can be trusted."
The pink haired girl raised a brow. "And what does this have to do with me?"
"Everything," the man replied. "You see, these places do exist, and you, my dear girl, have
to go to one. I can tell by the look on your face that you do not believe me, but it is as
real as you or I. As you slept your fate was brought about." They stopped and he turned to
face the ocean. "The water really is so beautiful."
By now Utena was more than just a little confused and slightly aggitated. "Are you saying I
am dead?! How is that possible?"
"Oh, you know how."
Then it came to her, the thrust of cool steel through her flesh, then the subsequent
piecings some moments later. All followed by everything going dark. "I...died..." She held
her face in her hands and began to weep. Everything that she could not touch, see, feel,
hold, or love, running through her mind. Death was not fair.
As if he read her mind the man spoke, "No it is not. But neither is life. It is odd
though, people quickly get used to life's unfairness as part of everyday, yet no one ever
gets used to the fact that death is unfair. Death and life are the same. People are blind
to not see this."
Once again kobalt eyes turned to his direction. "You're not making this any easier."
He just shrugged with a laugh. "It is not my job to do so." With that he turned away and
everything went black once more.