Chapter 20: Not An Accident
Sunday morning.
Trowa leaned under the hood of the FD. He studied the engine and thought, 'Hm, I wonder what caused Utena's brakes to give.' He poked around the car, checking everything.
A half hour later.
*ring, ring*
"Oh, that's my cell," Utena said to Miki. She reached into the back pocket of her jeans and produced a silver Nokia phone. "Hello?"
-Utena, it's Trowa.-
"Hey Tro. What's up?" Utena answered brightly as she and Miki stopped to sit on a bench.
-I have found out some interesting things about the accident.-
"What'd you find?"
-Well, do you have any enemies?-
Utena thought for a moment. 'Why is he asking me that? Unless...' She looked startled. She exclaimed into the phone, "No way!" causing Miki to look at her curiously. He wondered what was going on.
-Yeah. Your FD was sabotaged. Someone 'cut the brake fluid'. And they definitely did a good job of it too.-
"Damn," Utena muttered. Then she thought of one person. Sayuki Miyasato. She was the only one that Utena had made angry, since she arrived at Ohtori. Unless of course, you count the number of people Utena had beaten in car and motorcycle races. She clenched her jaw. 'That god damn bitch! My FD is wrecked thanks to her fucking jealousy! When I get my hands on her, she's gonna wish she never even met me, much less pissed me off!' Even as Utena was thinking these things, her facial features became relaxed, so Miki had no clue as to what was going on. All that showed of her anger was her slightly clenched jaw.
-Utena? You there?-
"Yeah. Listen, I'll stop by this evening to check it out. Thanks Trowa," Utena said without emotion.
-No prob. Later.-
Utena hung up. She thought quietly for a few moments and then turned to Miki with a bright smile. "Why don't we get some ice cream, Miki?"
Miki studied Utena. He had thought something was wrong before, but Utena seemed unbothered so he let it go. Miki smiled. "Sure. Come on, it'll be my treat." Miki stood up and offered his hand to Utena.
Utena smiled. She took his hand as she said, "All right."
***
Two hours later, Utena kissed Miki good-night at the door of the East Hall dormitory and, with a smile to Miki, went in. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she narrowed her eyes in anger and slowly began to climb the staircase. She walked down the hallway, to a door on the right of the hall. She stood in front of the door silently, her deep anger showing on her face as she clenching her fists at her sides.
On the right side of the closed door was a panel of wood. Upon the small piece of wood, the name Miyasato was engraved, in fancy lettering that was just like the other doors.
Utena raised a hand and knocked firmly on the door. A quiet voice called from within, "Come in." Utena turned the doorknob slowly and entered.
Inside, a small lamp beside the bed lighted the room. The room was painted in a dark green color and the bedspread and furniture matched the colors of the room. On the silk sheets of the bed, sitting cross-legged was Sayuki Miyasto.
"I wondered when you were going to get back. Had fun?" Sayuki said simply.
"You bitch," Utena stated. "You fucking bitch. You had no fucking right to tamper with my car!"
"Tenjou, I'd watch my language if I were you. Others would hear," Sayuki told her, her expression still defiant, despite the fury Utena was expressing.
"I don't give a damn what other people hear! My favorite car is a wreck because of your jealous-ass!" Utena told her, raising her voice slightly.
"You don't have proof that I did it," Sayuki told her with a smirk. "You won't find any of my fingerprints or hair strands, or whatever those C.S.I. people look for." Sayuki laughed. "Give me a break, like wrecking your car is a big deal."
"You may think you won on this round, but you had better watch your back from now on," Utena warned. Then she smirked. "You never know, something bad could happen when your back's turned," with that, Utena strode back out of the room, slamming the door after her.
Sayuki ran her tongue over her top teeth in irritation and glared at the closed door. "You're right; something could."
***
Utena headed over to the guys' house a couple hours later to inspect the sabotage.
"It looks like this person meant business," Trowa told her, leaning against the car as she examined it.
"Yeah," Utena muttered, "all because of some stupid jealousy."
"Jealousy? Over Miki? Or your talents and skills in almost everything?" Trowa seemed slightly amused by it.
"Over Miki," Utena said gruffly. "That bitch Miyasato followed me out here last night and did this to my FD all because she likes Miki and is jealous over my relationship with him."
"Hmm...sounds just like that girl Kaneda dumped after he dated her for like a week. She seemed way too clingy and she didn't like the rest of us, especially you."
"Yeah, I remember her. She probably thought I was gonna steal her 'precious baby boy Kaneda,'" Utena rolled her eyes as she said this. Then she looked at Trowa. "So what about you? Found a girl you like?"
Trowa looked away from her and his face had a pink tinge to it. "Actually, I met this girl at the Japan Performance shop across the city. She works there," he said.
Utena was amazed. The guys had each been trying to snag a girl who was interested in cars, but they had each failed to do so, that is, except Trowa. Trowa had always been the quiet one out of the guys. He had told Utena before that he just didn't feel comfortable talking to girls, excluding Utena, because he was always getting nervous around them. "Wow, so she knows cars huh?"
"Yeah. I went over there to order a couple tanks of nitro and we started talking about that. It turns out she's a racer too, although she doesn't have as much time as I do to race. Her older cousin is the manager of Japan Performance so she kind of grew up learning about cars. She's lived in Japan her whole life and she started driving when she was fifteen. She's 19 right now and she's single."
"You seem to know a lot about her," Utena grinned at him as she implied that. Her comment caused Trowa's blush to darken. "So did you ask her out yet?"
"W-Well, I DID invite her to a drag meet. I'm going to go pick her up and drive her over," Trowa stuttered, looking down at the car as if he was trying to see right through the metal.
Utena smiled and gave him a curt nod. "Sounds just like a racer's dream date: a date who loves racing and who's actually got some clue as to how the car runs. Lucky you."
Trowa looked at Utena with a raised eyebrow. They looked at each other for two seconds before both burst out laughing.
***
The next morning, Utena was still in a fury over what Miyasato had done. There was no doubt about it: Miyasato had definitely been the felon. Utena was determined to get even with her.
~*~*~
AN: Sorry it's so short. I haven't had much inspiration lately, plus the frickin' HW the teachers are giving aren't helping at all. I'll try to upload the next chapter soon. Don't blame me! Blame it on the KHS teachers!
Sunday morning.
Trowa leaned under the hood of the FD. He studied the engine and thought, 'Hm, I wonder what caused Utena's brakes to give.' He poked around the car, checking everything.
A half hour later.
*ring, ring*
"Oh, that's my cell," Utena said to Miki. She reached into the back pocket of her jeans and produced a silver Nokia phone. "Hello?"
-Utena, it's Trowa.-
"Hey Tro. What's up?" Utena answered brightly as she and Miki stopped to sit on a bench.
-I have found out some interesting things about the accident.-
"What'd you find?"
-Well, do you have any enemies?-
Utena thought for a moment. 'Why is he asking me that? Unless...' She looked startled. She exclaimed into the phone, "No way!" causing Miki to look at her curiously. He wondered what was going on.
-Yeah. Your FD was sabotaged. Someone 'cut the brake fluid'. And they definitely did a good job of it too.-
"Damn," Utena muttered. Then she thought of one person. Sayuki Miyasato. She was the only one that Utena had made angry, since she arrived at Ohtori. Unless of course, you count the number of people Utena had beaten in car and motorcycle races. She clenched her jaw. 'That god damn bitch! My FD is wrecked thanks to her fucking jealousy! When I get my hands on her, she's gonna wish she never even met me, much less pissed me off!' Even as Utena was thinking these things, her facial features became relaxed, so Miki had no clue as to what was going on. All that showed of her anger was her slightly clenched jaw.
-Utena? You there?-
"Yeah. Listen, I'll stop by this evening to check it out. Thanks Trowa," Utena said without emotion.
-No prob. Later.-
Utena hung up. She thought quietly for a few moments and then turned to Miki with a bright smile. "Why don't we get some ice cream, Miki?"
Miki studied Utena. He had thought something was wrong before, but Utena seemed unbothered so he let it go. Miki smiled. "Sure. Come on, it'll be my treat." Miki stood up and offered his hand to Utena.
Utena smiled. She took his hand as she said, "All right."
***
Two hours later, Utena kissed Miki good-night at the door of the East Hall dormitory and, with a smile to Miki, went in. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she narrowed her eyes in anger and slowly began to climb the staircase. She walked down the hallway, to a door on the right of the hall. She stood in front of the door silently, her deep anger showing on her face as she clenching her fists at her sides.
On the right side of the closed door was a panel of wood. Upon the small piece of wood, the name Miyasato was engraved, in fancy lettering that was just like the other doors.
Utena raised a hand and knocked firmly on the door. A quiet voice called from within, "Come in." Utena turned the doorknob slowly and entered.
Inside, a small lamp beside the bed lighted the room. The room was painted in a dark green color and the bedspread and furniture matched the colors of the room. On the silk sheets of the bed, sitting cross-legged was Sayuki Miyasto.
"I wondered when you were going to get back. Had fun?" Sayuki said simply.
"You bitch," Utena stated. "You fucking bitch. You had no fucking right to tamper with my car!"
"Tenjou, I'd watch my language if I were you. Others would hear," Sayuki told her, her expression still defiant, despite the fury Utena was expressing.
"I don't give a damn what other people hear! My favorite car is a wreck because of your jealous-ass!" Utena told her, raising her voice slightly.
"You don't have proof that I did it," Sayuki told her with a smirk. "You won't find any of my fingerprints or hair strands, or whatever those C.S.I. people look for." Sayuki laughed. "Give me a break, like wrecking your car is a big deal."
"You may think you won on this round, but you had better watch your back from now on," Utena warned. Then she smirked. "You never know, something bad could happen when your back's turned," with that, Utena strode back out of the room, slamming the door after her.
Sayuki ran her tongue over her top teeth in irritation and glared at the closed door. "You're right; something could."
***
Utena headed over to the guys' house a couple hours later to inspect the sabotage.
"It looks like this person meant business," Trowa told her, leaning against the car as she examined it.
"Yeah," Utena muttered, "all because of some stupid jealousy."
"Jealousy? Over Miki? Or your talents and skills in almost everything?" Trowa seemed slightly amused by it.
"Over Miki," Utena said gruffly. "That bitch Miyasato followed me out here last night and did this to my FD all because she likes Miki and is jealous over my relationship with him."
"Hmm...sounds just like that girl Kaneda dumped after he dated her for like a week. She seemed way too clingy and she didn't like the rest of us, especially you."
"Yeah, I remember her. She probably thought I was gonna steal her 'precious baby boy Kaneda,'" Utena rolled her eyes as she said this. Then she looked at Trowa. "So what about you? Found a girl you like?"
Trowa looked away from her and his face had a pink tinge to it. "Actually, I met this girl at the Japan Performance shop across the city. She works there," he said.
Utena was amazed. The guys had each been trying to snag a girl who was interested in cars, but they had each failed to do so, that is, except Trowa. Trowa had always been the quiet one out of the guys. He had told Utena before that he just didn't feel comfortable talking to girls, excluding Utena, because he was always getting nervous around them. "Wow, so she knows cars huh?"
"Yeah. I went over there to order a couple tanks of nitro and we started talking about that. It turns out she's a racer too, although she doesn't have as much time as I do to race. Her older cousin is the manager of Japan Performance so she kind of grew up learning about cars. She's lived in Japan her whole life and she started driving when she was fifteen. She's 19 right now and she's single."
"You seem to know a lot about her," Utena grinned at him as she implied that. Her comment caused Trowa's blush to darken. "So did you ask her out yet?"
"W-Well, I DID invite her to a drag meet. I'm going to go pick her up and drive her over," Trowa stuttered, looking down at the car as if he was trying to see right through the metal.
Utena smiled and gave him a curt nod. "Sounds just like a racer's dream date: a date who loves racing and who's actually got some clue as to how the car runs. Lucky you."
Trowa looked at Utena with a raised eyebrow. They looked at each other for two seconds before both burst out laughing.
***
The next morning, Utena was still in a fury over what Miyasato had done. There was no doubt about it: Miyasato had definitely been the felon. Utena was determined to get even with her.
~*~*~
AN: Sorry it's so short. I haven't had much inspiration lately, plus the frickin' HW the teachers are giving aren't helping at all. I'll try to upload the next chapter soon. Don't blame me! Blame it on the KHS teachers!