Disclaimer: Seriously people, if I owned Utena I wouldn't be writing
fanfics for it now would I?
Author's note: All I can say is I hope you didn't hate the prologue so much that you threw your computer across the room…(I'm sooooo paranoid). Please R+R if you liked it though….
Chp.1
"It's probably over now. Do you want to go back?" Juri asked finally. Her voice ripped through the silence like a knife. I frowned and shook my head. I was on the verge of breaking down once more and if I went back…god knows what would happen…
"Are you sure? It might be good if you saw her one more time before they…you know…" she stopped, probably unsure of how to phrase it in a way less than morbid.
Well, that did it. Two large tears rolled onto her shirt. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop the progression of more.
"Oh shit, Miki. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean…"
I held up a finger to her lips. "It's o-okay." I was still stuttering.
There was an unsettling silence as each of us tried to think of something to say. I struggled to concentrate, but my mind kept wandering to the image of that damn coffin. The thing that was so undeserving of what it held inside. I, without warning, felt Juri's slender fingers start making their way through my hair and she pulled me close again. I rested my head on her shoulder.
"Miki?"
"Hm?"
She looked a little uncomfortable as she spoke. "Earlier when, um, you said that I didn't love Shiori…the way you loved Kozue…what did you mean? If you don't want to tell me, I don't mind at all." Her voice broke a little as she said the name of her childhood friend. The same friend who had a special place inside of a certain locket…
Ah yes, the "way I loved Kozue". I should have said "the way I wanted to love Kozue". I thought about it for a moment. Should I tell her? They would all figure it out soon anyway so she might as well be the first to know. I guessed I would have to start at the beginning. The start of all this painful madness…exactly three weeks ago…
Three weeks earlier:
It was raining. Not the kind of rain that makes you want to run and skip around as you become drenched but the kind that beat you like bullets, threatening to tear holes in your umbrella, straight through to your raincoat. Unfortunately, I had neither.
I hurried towards my dorm building, splashing through countless puddles and further muddying my already soiled school uniform. My hair hung in limp tendrils around my neck and I had to keep pushing it off my face, flinging water droplets everywhere. It seemed like small pellets were bombarding me (and making a lot of noise while they were at it) and I was so preoccupied with avoiding the next puddle that I almost didn't hear my name being called. Luckily though, I did hear it.
"Mikiiii!"
I whirled around and saw Kozue running towards me, waving frantically. With the other hand, she held a large black umbrella. When she got to me, she punched my arm (none too lightly) and laughed. "I was screaming at you. Are you deaf?"
I winced with pain and smiled weakly. "Sorry," I said, brushing the hair out of my eyes once more. I noticed that despite having the umbrella, Kozue was almost as wet as I was. Rivulets of water ran down her face from her hair, and her blouse clung to her curves with startling beauty…I suddenly blushed, unable to stop myself. I never realized just how pretty she had gotten over time—
"What's the matter with you? You're face is all red. Here, get under this umbrella before you die of pneumonia."
I mentally chastised myself for looking like an idiot and had barely said, "Sure" before she hooked her arm in mine and pulled me under. For a brief moment, she rubbed up against me and I smelled the sweet fragrance of her skin. It was lilacs with a hint of vanilla. It was wonderful. It was…making me blush again.
What was wrong with me? Lately, I had noticed myself getting more…conscious of Kozue whenever we were together. I had started to see the little things like the way her noise crinkled when she giggled or the way her lips moved when she talked, so delicately.
We had always had a strong bond (being that we were twins and all) but it felt like it was becoming so much stronger now. Kinda of like if-we- weren't-related-I-could-fall-in-love-with-you type of bond. Sometimes I really did wonder what it would be like if she weren't my sister. If we had met one day on the sidewalk instead of in a delivery room or something. Would we be right for each other?
For now, I put that thought aside (not knowing that after that moment, I would begin to think about it a lot) and started walking again, Kozue still melded onto my arm. We continued on like this in silence until we reached the building.
Inside of our dorm, we both retreated to the bedroom and lay down side by side. After a while, Kozue turned to me and said, "I'm gonna take a bath. Care to join me?"
Since this was sort of an unofficial custom between us on rainy days, I yawned and said, "I'll be there in a sec."
I then became aware that I would see her naked. Before the infamous blush could flare up, I quickly reminded myself that I had seen her naked plenty of times so this wouldn't be different but I also knew that the only time other people saw each other in the nude was when they were going to…
"Could you help me with my blouse?" She was trying to pull it off but it was still very wet and held on mercilessly to her.
"Um, okay," I said awkwardly. She had never asked me to… undress her before. I gripped the fabric and pulled gently, allowing it to slide down her arms, and— "Why aren't you wearing a bra?!" I asked breathlessly. She was bare from the neck to her stomach and her nipples stuck out from the cold.
Kozue shrugged. "I was out of clean ones," she answered blatantly.
"You can't just walk around with no bra on!"
"Yes I can. Why do you care anyway?"
The blush was back. With a vengeance. "I-I don't care. I was just saying—"
She stood up and tugged on her skirt, letting it drop to her ankles. She was wearing underwear, thank god. "I'll see you in the tub."
Having said that she walked into the bathroom, her shoes clicking softly, and shut the door. I lay back down, breathing slightly harder than normal and trying to comprehend what had just happened. I had never before gotten so worked up over something like this and the earlier thought of, "if we weren't related" flashed back into my head. I at once saw Kozue embracing me, her breasts pressing into my chest and I also saw that I didn't find it as weird as I would of, say, a year ago. It was almost…romantic in a perplexing sort of way. We must have grown incredibly closer since then…
"Miki! Are you coming? It's almost full!" and indeed, I now heard the sound of rushing water that I hadn't previously. I knew she was sitting in there, wondering where I was. Naked and wondering. Naked. So very naked.
"Yeah, I'm coming!" I shouted back. I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall onto the bed. My pants were next. The zipper was cold in my fingers and I waited a moment before squeezing and bringing it down. My shoes slipped noiselessly from my feet and then I stood up, stopping briefly before going into the bathroom.
I creaked the door open slowly and watched Kozue's head peek out from behind the partially closed curtain. Her underwear lay on the rug near the door along with her shoes and socks. "Come on in. I need someone to scrub my back."
My breath sped up again as I spoke. "Could you turn around for a second?"
"Why?"
I pointed to my briefs.
"Oh," she said with a puzzled look and obeyed. I yanked them off quickly, stepped into the water and sat down. It was hot and steaming.
We faced each other and I saw that the bubbles only went as high as her bellybutton. A soapy sponge was immediately shoved into my face causing me to blink rapidly a couple of times. Oh, yeah. The sponge.
Not saying anything, Kozue put her back to me and bent forward, making the water ripple against the inside of my thighs. I gasped.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I said and proceeded to carefully run the sponge across her smooth, dripping back.
"Harder." The word made a strange sensation radiate through my groin area. Arousal? Couldn't be. I rubbed the sponge with more pressure and she said, "Perfect," almost moaning it. I stopped.
"Miki?"
"I can't do this. I have to go."
"Do what?" she asked bewildered, but I didn't answer. Instead, I got out of the tub, trailing water over the side and grabbed a towel. Wrapping it around my waist I walked out.
"I'm going to bed Kozue. See you in the morning."
She started to object but I closed the door behind me. One thought kept bothering me…why did it have to rain today?
Author's note: Ok, chapter 2 is on its way…didja like this one???????
Author's note: All I can say is I hope you didn't hate the prologue so much that you threw your computer across the room…(I'm sooooo paranoid). Please R+R if you liked it though….
Chp.1
"It's probably over now. Do you want to go back?" Juri asked finally. Her voice ripped through the silence like a knife. I frowned and shook my head. I was on the verge of breaking down once more and if I went back…god knows what would happen…
"Are you sure? It might be good if you saw her one more time before they…you know…" she stopped, probably unsure of how to phrase it in a way less than morbid.
Well, that did it. Two large tears rolled onto her shirt. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop the progression of more.
"Oh shit, Miki. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean…"
I held up a finger to her lips. "It's o-okay." I was still stuttering.
There was an unsettling silence as each of us tried to think of something to say. I struggled to concentrate, but my mind kept wandering to the image of that damn coffin. The thing that was so undeserving of what it held inside. I, without warning, felt Juri's slender fingers start making their way through my hair and she pulled me close again. I rested my head on her shoulder.
"Miki?"
"Hm?"
She looked a little uncomfortable as she spoke. "Earlier when, um, you said that I didn't love Shiori…the way you loved Kozue…what did you mean? If you don't want to tell me, I don't mind at all." Her voice broke a little as she said the name of her childhood friend. The same friend who had a special place inside of a certain locket…
Ah yes, the "way I loved Kozue". I should have said "the way I wanted to love Kozue". I thought about it for a moment. Should I tell her? They would all figure it out soon anyway so she might as well be the first to know. I guessed I would have to start at the beginning. The start of all this painful madness…exactly three weeks ago…
Three weeks earlier:
It was raining. Not the kind of rain that makes you want to run and skip around as you become drenched but the kind that beat you like bullets, threatening to tear holes in your umbrella, straight through to your raincoat. Unfortunately, I had neither.
I hurried towards my dorm building, splashing through countless puddles and further muddying my already soiled school uniform. My hair hung in limp tendrils around my neck and I had to keep pushing it off my face, flinging water droplets everywhere. It seemed like small pellets were bombarding me (and making a lot of noise while they were at it) and I was so preoccupied with avoiding the next puddle that I almost didn't hear my name being called. Luckily though, I did hear it.
"Mikiiii!"
I whirled around and saw Kozue running towards me, waving frantically. With the other hand, she held a large black umbrella. When she got to me, she punched my arm (none too lightly) and laughed. "I was screaming at you. Are you deaf?"
I winced with pain and smiled weakly. "Sorry," I said, brushing the hair out of my eyes once more. I noticed that despite having the umbrella, Kozue was almost as wet as I was. Rivulets of water ran down her face from her hair, and her blouse clung to her curves with startling beauty…I suddenly blushed, unable to stop myself. I never realized just how pretty she had gotten over time—
"What's the matter with you? You're face is all red. Here, get under this umbrella before you die of pneumonia."
I mentally chastised myself for looking like an idiot and had barely said, "Sure" before she hooked her arm in mine and pulled me under. For a brief moment, she rubbed up against me and I smelled the sweet fragrance of her skin. It was lilacs with a hint of vanilla. It was wonderful. It was…making me blush again.
What was wrong with me? Lately, I had noticed myself getting more…conscious of Kozue whenever we were together. I had started to see the little things like the way her noise crinkled when she giggled or the way her lips moved when she talked, so delicately.
We had always had a strong bond (being that we were twins and all) but it felt like it was becoming so much stronger now. Kinda of like if-we- weren't-related-I-could-fall-in-love-with-you type of bond. Sometimes I really did wonder what it would be like if she weren't my sister. If we had met one day on the sidewalk instead of in a delivery room or something. Would we be right for each other?
For now, I put that thought aside (not knowing that after that moment, I would begin to think about it a lot) and started walking again, Kozue still melded onto my arm. We continued on like this in silence until we reached the building.
Inside of our dorm, we both retreated to the bedroom and lay down side by side. After a while, Kozue turned to me and said, "I'm gonna take a bath. Care to join me?"
Since this was sort of an unofficial custom between us on rainy days, I yawned and said, "I'll be there in a sec."
I then became aware that I would see her naked. Before the infamous blush could flare up, I quickly reminded myself that I had seen her naked plenty of times so this wouldn't be different but I also knew that the only time other people saw each other in the nude was when they were going to…
"Could you help me with my blouse?" She was trying to pull it off but it was still very wet and held on mercilessly to her.
"Um, okay," I said awkwardly. She had never asked me to… undress her before. I gripped the fabric and pulled gently, allowing it to slide down her arms, and— "Why aren't you wearing a bra?!" I asked breathlessly. She was bare from the neck to her stomach and her nipples stuck out from the cold.
Kozue shrugged. "I was out of clean ones," she answered blatantly.
"You can't just walk around with no bra on!"
"Yes I can. Why do you care anyway?"
The blush was back. With a vengeance. "I-I don't care. I was just saying—"
She stood up and tugged on her skirt, letting it drop to her ankles. She was wearing underwear, thank god. "I'll see you in the tub."
Having said that she walked into the bathroom, her shoes clicking softly, and shut the door. I lay back down, breathing slightly harder than normal and trying to comprehend what had just happened. I had never before gotten so worked up over something like this and the earlier thought of, "if we weren't related" flashed back into my head. I at once saw Kozue embracing me, her breasts pressing into my chest and I also saw that I didn't find it as weird as I would of, say, a year ago. It was almost…romantic in a perplexing sort of way. We must have grown incredibly closer since then…
"Miki! Are you coming? It's almost full!" and indeed, I now heard the sound of rushing water that I hadn't previously. I knew she was sitting in there, wondering where I was. Naked and wondering. Naked. So very naked.
"Yeah, I'm coming!" I shouted back. I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall onto the bed. My pants were next. The zipper was cold in my fingers and I waited a moment before squeezing and bringing it down. My shoes slipped noiselessly from my feet and then I stood up, stopping briefly before going into the bathroom.
I creaked the door open slowly and watched Kozue's head peek out from behind the partially closed curtain. Her underwear lay on the rug near the door along with her shoes and socks. "Come on in. I need someone to scrub my back."
My breath sped up again as I spoke. "Could you turn around for a second?"
"Why?"
I pointed to my briefs.
"Oh," she said with a puzzled look and obeyed. I yanked them off quickly, stepped into the water and sat down. It was hot and steaming.
We faced each other and I saw that the bubbles only went as high as her bellybutton. A soapy sponge was immediately shoved into my face causing me to blink rapidly a couple of times. Oh, yeah. The sponge.
Not saying anything, Kozue put her back to me and bent forward, making the water ripple against the inside of my thighs. I gasped.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I said and proceeded to carefully run the sponge across her smooth, dripping back.
"Harder." The word made a strange sensation radiate through my groin area. Arousal? Couldn't be. I rubbed the sponge with more pressure and she said, "Perfect," almost moaning it. I stopped.
"Miki?"
"I can't do this. I have to go."
"Do what?" she asked bewildered, but I didn't answer. Instead, I got out of the tub, trailing water over the side and grabbed a towel. Wrapping it around my waist I walked out.
"I'm going to bed Kozue. See you in the morning."
She started to object but I closed the door behind me. One thought kept bothering me…why did it have to rain today?
Author's note: Ok, chapter 2 is on its way…didja like this one???????