Chibi Hime here!
My first Utena fic!
I noticed there was a severe lacking of Utena horror stories and none that had Saionji as a werewolf. (can't you see him as a big green wolf in a tattered sudent council uniform?) So, I decided to write one. Takes place during the tv show, relatively early, though no specific place.
I don't own any utena characters, only the story.
Blood on the Roses
Chapter One-Peaceful evening
Utena sat by the window of the dorm room she shared with Anthy Himemiya. She could hear Chu-Chu inside of a potato chip bag on the table behind her. She glanced outside wistfully and sighed.
"What a perfect evening, it's so peaceful. What do you think, Chu-Chu?"
"Chuuuuuuuuuuuuu," came the sigh from within the potato chip bag,
"Yeah, I think so too. You know what, Chu-Chu? I think there's going to be a full moon in a few days by the looks of it. I'll go look,"
She got up and checked the calendar she had hung by her bed. Indeed, a full moon was two nights away. She turned to the purple creature who had crawled out of the potato chip bag and was using her pillow as a trampoline.
"We're doing a project on lunar phases in school," she informed the bouncing Chu-Chu.
She smiled and changed ino her pajamas.
"Good-night, Chu-Chu. I'm going to need my pillow back," she pulled it farther to her side of the bed and Chu-Chu curled up next to her head and fell asleep. Anthy was away on a field trip with her poetry class and would be gone for a week. Utena was glad to finally get some personal space, it was creepy having Anthy around all the time.
She drifted off to sleep by the sound of Chu-Chu's snores.
Across Campus
Saionji sat bolt upright in bed. He hadn't been able to sleep decently for about a week. His every slumber was greeted by horrifying nightmares of himself turning into a wolflike creature. He had tried to convince himself they were only dreams, they couldn't hurt him. But he always awoke in a cold sweat, his long, green hair always clinging to his face. No matter how hard he tried, he could not accept these as mere apparitions of the mind.. He was breathing hard now and perspiration was dripping off him. He contemptuously wiped his face off with his hand and got up to get a glass of ice water to relax himself. He more or less stumbled down the hall, at first, he had fallen as soon as he tried to stand up, but the second time, he managed to pull himself up using his dresser and walking against the wall to guide himself to the sink.
As he gulped down the water from the glass he always kept by the sink, he reflected on how fortunae it was that he was a member of the student council and therefore did not have to have a roomate. He felt that if anyone found out about him, the captain of the Kendo team, unable to navigate his own hallway, he'd never live it down.
He choked on the water as suddenly, a fiery pain ripped across his midsection. He choked ferociously as he struggled for air. As instantaneously as the pain had appeared, it disappeared, leaving him face down on the floor coughing. He got to his hands and knees, occasionally rocked by a residual cough. He began to think he had overcome his attack when he glanced down at one of his hands. His eyes grew wide at what he saw. His nails were turning black and legnthening into long, curved claws and his fingers were stretching, his room was so silent, he could hear his own bones cracking. A small patch of green fur began to appear on the back of his hand. It grew slowly, slowy until it covered th whole back of his hand. If you could call it a hand, it seemed now more like an enormous claw or...... paw?
It was all he could stand, throwing to the wind all he had ever cared about image and position, he screamed. As loud as he could, hoping to wake himself from this nightmare. Unfortunately, this was no nightmare, it was real.
He was suddenly brought back to reality when heard a knocking on his door, an undeclassman had heard his screaming down the hall and had come to check on him. Saionji did not dare answer the door. His reason had returned and if some underclassman saw him with his hand like that, everyone would know. He saw the knob turning and realized that he had forgotten to lock the door. Now, no matter what, that underclassman was going to come in and find him digraced, sitting on the floor of the hallway next to the bathroom. Unable to do much else, Saionji thrust his "misshapen" hand behind his back. Moments later, the bewildered underclassman stepped into the room.
"Sempai, are you alright? I heard screaming,"
"It was nothing, only a nightmare. I'll be fine,"
"Are you sure? You look shaken,"
"Yes, I'm sure. You can go now,"
"Okay," The underclassman turned and began to leave.
"Thank-You,"
"What?"
"For coming to check on me,"
"Oh, sure. Good night,"
The underclassman was even more perplexed upon leaving than when hed had arrived. Saionji, actually acting a little nice? Something was wrong, he had looked pale and he was awkwardly holding his arm behind his back. The underclassman sighed, returned to his room and quickly drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Meanwhile, Saionji sat in the hallway staring at the wall across from him, barely comprehending what just happened. He suddenly remembered his hand and withdrew it from where he had placed it behind his back. He stared at is with unbelieving eyes. It was perfectly normal, smooth skin, perfect nails, nothing out of the ordinary. He blinked, then continued staring at the wall until his alarm clock across the room went off six hours later.
What's going on here?What's happening to me? he thought as he dressed himself. For the first time in his life that he could remember, he was terrified out of his mind and had no idea what to do.
End chapter 1
My first Utena fic!
I noticed there was a severe lacking of Utena horror stories and none that had Saionji as a werewolf. (can't you see him as a big green wolf in a tattered sudent council uniform?) So, I decided to write one. Takes place during the tv show, relatively early, though no specific place.
I don't own any utena characters, only the story.
Blood on the Roses
Chapter One-Peaceful evening
Utena sat by the window of the dorm room she shared with Anthy Himemiya. She could hear Chu-Chu inside of a potato chip bag on the table behind her. She glanced outside wistfully and sighed.
"What a perfect evening, it's so peaceful. What do you think, Chu-Chu?"
"Chuuuuuuuuuuuuu," came the sigh from within the potato chip bag,
"Yeah, I think so too. You know what, Chu-Chu? I think there's going to be a full moon in a few days by the looks of it. I'll go look,"
She got up and checked the calendar she had hung by her bed. Indeed, a full moon was two nights away. She turned to the purple creature who had crawled out of the potato chip bag and was using her pillow as a trampoline.
"We're doing a project on lunar phases in school," she informed the bouncing Chu-Chu.
She smiled and changed ino her pajamas.
"Good-night, Chu-Chu. I'm going to need my pillow back," she pulled it farther to her side of the bed and Chu-Chu curled up next to her head and fell asleep. Anthy was away on a field trip with her poetry class and would be gone for a week. Utena was glad to finally get some personal space, it was creepy having Anthy around all the time.
She drifted off to sleep by the sound of Chu-Chu's snores.
Across Campus
Saionji sat bolt upright in bed. He hadn't been able to sleep decently for about a week. His every slumber was greeted by horrifying nightmares of himself turning into a wolflike creature. He had tried to convince himself they were only dreams, they couldn't hurt him. But he always awoke in a cold sweat, his long, green hair always clinging to his face. No matter how hard he tried, he could not accept these as mere apparitions of the mind.. He was breathing hard now and perspiration was dripping off him. He contemptuously wiped his face off with his hand and got up to get a glass of ice water to relax himself. He more or less stumbled down the hall, at first, he had fallen as soon as he tried to stand up, but the second time, he managed to pull himself up using his dresser and walking against the wall to guide himself to the sink.
As he gulped down the water from the glass he always kept by the sink, he reflected on how fortunae it was that he was a member of the student council and therefore did not have to have a roomate. He felt that if anyone found out about him, the captain of the Kendo team, unable to navigate his own hallway, he'd never live it down.
He choked on the water as suddenly, a fiery pain ripped across his midsection. He choked ferociously as he struggled for air. As instantaneously as the pain had appeared, it disappeared, leaving him face down on the floor coughing. He got to his hands and knees, occasionally rocked by a residual cough. He began to think he had overcome his attack when he glanced down at one of his hands. His eyes grew wide at what he saw. His nails were turning black and legnthening into long, curved claws and his fingers were stretching, his room was so silent, he could hear his own bones cracking. A small patch of green fur began to appear on the back of his hand. It grew slowly, slowy until it covered th whole back of his hand. If you could call it a hand, it seemed now more like an enormous claw or...... paw?
It was all he could stand, throwing to the wind all he had ever cared about image and position, he screamed. As loud as he could, hoping to wake himself from this nightmare. Unfortunately, this was no nightmare, it was real.
He was suddenly brought back to reality when heard a knocking on his door, an undeclassman had heard his screaming down the hall and had come to check on him. Saionji did not dare answer the door. His reason had returned and if some underclassman saw him with his hand like that, everyone would know. He saw the knob turning and realized that he had forgotten to lock the door. Now, no matter what, that underclassman was going to come in and find him digraced, sitting on the floor of the hallway next to the bathroom. Unable to do much else, Saionji thrust his "misshapen" hand behind his back. Moments later, the bewildered underclassman stepped into the room.
"Sempai, are you alright? I heard screaming,"
"It was nothing, only a nightmare. I'll be fine,"
"Are you sure? You look shaken,"
"Yes, I'm sure. You can go now,"
"Okay," The underclassman turned and began to leave.
"Thank-You,"
"What?"
"For coming to check on me,"
"Oh, sure. Good night,"
The underclassman was even more perplexed upon leaving than when hed had arrived. Saionji, actually acting a little nice? Something was wrong, he had looked pale and he was awkwardly holding his arm behind his back. The underclassman sighed, returned to his room and quickly drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Meanwhile, Saionji sat in the hallway staring at the wall across from him, barely comprehending what just happened. He suddenly remembered his hand and withdrew it from where he had placed it behind his back. He stared at is with unbelieving eyes. It was perfectly normal, smooth skin, perfect nails, nothing out of the ordinary. He blinked, then continued staring at the wall until his alarm clock across the room went off six hours later.
What's going on here?What's happening to me? he thought as he dressed himself. For the first time in his life that he could remember, he was terrified out of his mind and had no idea what to do.
End chapter 1