In the encroaching darkness, all four sat and remembered. They began
to talk with one mind. They knew the story; it was time for it to be
finished. It was the final telling of the tale that drove them. It was the
last time that they would all be gathered together, and so, with one
thought, they took their turns to tell the story.
"How were we to know?"
"How were we to guess?"
"Was there any way to foresee?"
"No. There was no way. No one can see the devil's mischief until it is too late."
And all around them, shattered wineglasses lay on the floor, while on the table, four whole glasses stood filled with rich dark wine.
"Thirsty, Love?"
"For vengeance, Aiki. I thirst for vengeance. Not wine for me, my dear."
"Vengeance; yes, we will have vengeance for what happened on that night."
With one breath the word filled the room. "Vengeance, yesssssss."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
For on that night, when all were assembled, and all were happy, there was a most terrible twist of fate. Toasting to the revolution of the world, the revolution which they all would share in, they drank deeply of the wine given to them by their president. It was a rich wine, dark and fruity to the taste, a heady wine. A wine that spread warmth through the body the way poison spreads throughout the blood.
The wine that had been poisoned by the devil. For when Akio had taken his leave of Syuura Mirakoto, he had slipped a dram of poison in the wine, and so he knew, these four could never threaten him, for he did not know the power of the dead.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The shades stood still remembering.
"Yesssss, he killed us."
"And for that, he will die too."
"For denying us life when we had just begun to live."
"For killing the rose still on the tree."
And in unison, four voices spoke as from the grave.
"Yessss. He must die."
A clear cold voice rang true.
"And to do that we must bring the world revolution, so that this will never happen again. The game must be stopped. We duel both to revenge ourselves and to protect the duelists of today. We must defeat Utena Tenjou in order to save her."
With her purple hair glinting and her eyes like storms, Chikawa stepped away from her lover's embrace and stood forward.
"I will duel."
And four voices echoed in the darkened tomb.
"For the Revolution of the World!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
That took longer than the other chapters because I kinda ran dry. I just couldn't think of anything and then I got an idea today, sat down, and wrote it out. Please review. I accept all criticisms and will change anything that needs changing. If you want to see the pictures I have of Minoru and Syuura, email me at Belle-utena@utena.zzn.com, or tell me in you review.
"How were we to know?"
"How were we to guess?"
"Was there any way to foresee?"
"No. There was no way. No one can see the devil's mischief until it is too late."
And all around them, shattered wineglasses lay on the floor, while on the table, four whole glasses stood filled with rich dark wine.
"Thirsty, Love?"
"For vengeance, Aiki. I thirst for vengeance. Not wine for me, my dear."
"Vengeance; yes, we will have vengeance for what happened on that night."
With one breath the word filled the room. "Vengeance, yesssssss."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
For on that night, when all were assembled, and all were happy, there was a most terrible twist of fate. Toasting to the revolution of the world, the revolution which they all would share in, they drank deeply of the wine given to them by their president. It was a rich wine, dark and fruity to the taste, a heady wine. A wine that spread warmth through the body the way poison spreads throughout the blood.
The wine that had been poisoned by the devil. For when Akio had taken his leave of Syuura Mirakoto, he had slipped a dram of poison in the wine, and so he knew, these four could never threaten him, for he did not know the power of the dead.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The shades stood still remembering.
"Yesssss, he killed us."
"And for that, he will die too."
"For denying us life when we had just begun to live."
"For killing the rose still on the tree."
And in unison, four voices spoke as from the grave.
"Yessss. He must die."
A clear cold voice rang true.
"And to do that we must bring the world revolution, so that this will never happen again. The game must be stopped. We duel both to revenge ourselves and to protect the duelists of today. We must defeat Utena Tenjou in order to save her."
With her purple hair glinting and her eyes like storms, Chikawa stepped away from her lover's embrace and stood forward.
"I will duel."
And four voices echoed in the darkened tomb.
"For the Revolution of the World!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
That took longer than the other chapters because I kinda ran dry. I just couldn't think of anything and then I got an idea today, sat down, and wrote it out. Please review. I accept all criticisms and will change anything that needs changing. If you want to see the pictures I have of Minoru and Syuura, email me at Belle-utena@utena.zzn.com, or tell me in you review.