~~This fic takes place at the very end of the T.V. series. Akio has used
Utena to try and free the Power of Dios, but has failed. She lies dying
from the sword wound given to her by Anthy, watching the casket that held
Anthy fall into darkness. Utena's hand is stretched out to grab Anthy's
hand, but it slips through her fingers.~~
~~I do not own Utena!~~
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Utena watched, her eyes full of tears, as the rose casket fell down into darkness. She could still hear Anthy's screams echoing in her ears, and she could feel her heart breaking into a million pieces. Above her, the swords hammered towards her, shoving each other out of the way in their eagerness to spill her blood. Utena closed her eyes tightly as she awaited the pain, knowing that nothing could hurt as much as the sword that Anthy had thrust into her back.
"Utena. . ." Akio said softly, standing over her.
She turned painfully on her side, her hands slipping on the blood that was already coating the hard stone walkway. He was smiling kindly at her, this Rose Prince, and the shattered Sword of Dios was held loosely in his large hand. She flinched away from him as he knelt down beside her, and she could see the swords behind his shoulder, getting ever closer. They seemed to be moving slower now, but they were still coming.
Akio's knuckles brushed her scraped cheek affectionately with the back of his knuckles. She managed a fierce glare at him as he straightened. He chuckled darkly at her and dropped the Sword of Dios beside her, where it clattered and nearly fell over the edge. Her hand flew out almost of its own volition and grabbed the shattered hilt before it followed Anthy down into the darkness. She pulled the once great weapon towards her, and tried to make her muscles work enough to kill Akio.
He laughed down at her, his eyes flashing. His voice, however, was harsh and cold, lashing out at her with the chill of a winter blizzard. "You wanted to save the little Princess, Utena Tenjou, but you cannot even save yourself from this final fate. You are not prince."
Her hand, still clenched around the hilt of the Sword of Dios, fell back to the ground as Akio walked away towards the elevator. She could see his dark lavender hair shining in the pale torchlight of the arena, but he never turned back to her. He disappeared down the elevator, and Utena could see the swords coming faster now. She could see the glints of light reflecting off of the rows of steel, and she felt the first risings of fear well up in her. She didn't want to die, but she had nothing left to live for. Her parents were dead, and Anthy too. Wakaba would grieve for a moment, then move on to a better life, away from Utena. She closed her eyes again, and resigned herself to her death, to await the reunion with her parents.
Fate, however, had other plans. She could hear small sounds now, sounds of something running up the stairs. Footsteps? But no one could enter here but duelists! Her vision began to blur, and she could barely make out a tall figure dressed all in white running towards her. He carried a large sword, and he skidded to a stop beside her, brandishing the sword at the oncoming blades.
His strong legs straddled hers as she was rolled onto her back. He stood over her, facing the oncoming rush of blades as they barreled down towards him. The man held his sword out in front of him in a vertical line, almost as if in a kendo stance. He knelt now, not putting any weight on her, but covering her entire body with his. She stared up the long line of his back and gasped as he raised the sword over his head. The huge sword fell in a sharp arc as the swords reached him. They broke upon his sword as water on rocks, rushing to each side of him. Not a single blade hurt him, nor cut into Utena's body. They all were redirected to either side of them, and then fell into the darkness below. Utena could hear the man screaming in rage as the swords tried to push him back, but he stayed still, forcing them back with his strength. Finally, the last blade spun into the darkness, and the man lowered the huge sword, he turned to smile at Utena, brushing his long red hair out of his face.
Utena's eyes could barely focus on Touga's face as he knelt down beside her and kissed her bruised face. She barely felt his powerful arms as he lifted her away from the rock, leaving his huge sword to rest against the stone walkway that would have been Utena's grave.
"Now the true battle begins, my love," he whispered to her just before she blacked out from the blood loss and pain. "Now it finally begins."
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~~What do you think? This is my first Utena fic, so I need some feedback! Review if you can! Flamers out simply to bash the work with no explanation will be laughed at!!
~~I do not own Utena!~~
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Utena watched, her eyes full of tears, as the rose casket fell down into darkness. She could still hear Anthy's screams echoing in her ears, and she could feel her heart breaking into a million pieces. Above her, the swords hammered towards her, shoving each other out of the way in their eagerness to spill her blood. Utena closed her eyes tightly as she awaited the pain, knowing that nothing could hurt as much as the sword that Anthy had thrust into her back.
"Utena. . ." Akio said softly, standing over her.
She turned painfully on her side, her hands slipping on the blood that was already coating the hard stone walkway. He was smiling kindly at her, this Rose Prince, and the shattered Sword of Dios was held loosely in his large hand. She flinched away from him as he knelt down beside her, and she could see the swords behind his shoulder, getting ever closer. They seemed to be moving slower now, but they were still coming.
Akio's knuckles brushed her scraped cheek affectionately with the back of his knuckles. She managed a fierce glare at him as he straightened. He chuckled darkly at her and dropped the Sword of Dios beside her, where it clattered and nearly fell over the edge. Her hand flew out almost of its own volition and grabbed the shattered hilt before it followed Anthy down into the darkness. She pulled the once great weapon towards her, and tried to make her muscles work enough to kill Akio.
He laughed down at her, his eyes flashing. His voice, however, was harsh and cold, lashing out at her with the chill of a winter blizzard. "You wanted to save the little Princess, Utena Tenjou, but you cannot even save yourself from this final fate. You are not prince."
Her hand, still clenched around the hilt of the Sword of Dios, fell back to the ground as Akio walked away towards the elevator. She could see his dark lavender hair shining in the pale torchlight of the arena, but he never turned back to her. He disappeared down the elevator, and Utena could see the swords coming faster now. She could see the glints of light reflecting off of the rows of steel, and she felt the first risings of fear well up in her. She didn't want to die, but she had nothing left to live for. Her parents were dead, and Anthy too. Wakaba would grieve for a moment, then move on to a better life, away from Utena. She closed her eyes again, and resigned herself to her death, to await the reunion with her parents.
Fate, however, had other plans. She could hear small sounds now, sounds of something running up the stairs. Footsteps? But no one could enter here but duelists! Her vision began to blur, and she could barely make out a tall figure dressed all in white running towards her. He carried a large sword, and he skidded to a stop beside her, brandishing the sword at the oncoming blades.
His strong legs straddled hers as she was rolled onto her back. He stood over her, facing the oncoming rush of blades as they barreled down towards him. The man held his sword out in front of him in a vertical line, almost as if in a kendo stance. He knelt now, not putting any weight on her, but covering her entire body with his. She stared up the long line of his back and gasped as he raised the sword over his head. The huge sword fell in a sharp arc as the swords reached him. They broke upon his sword as water on rocks, rushing to each side of him. Not a single blade hurt him, nor cut into Utena's body. They all were redirected to either side of them, and then fell into the darkness below. Utena could hear the man screaming in rage as the swords tried to push him back, but he stayed still, forcing them back with his strength. Finally, the last blade spun into the darkness, and the man lowered the huge sword, he turned to smile at Utena, brushing his long red hair out of his face.
Utena's eyes could barely focus on Touga's face as he knelt down beside her and kissed her bruised face. She barely felt his powerful arms as he lifted her away from the rock, leaving his huge sword to rest against the stone walkway that would have been Utena's grave.
"Now the true battle begins, my love," he whispered to her just before she blacked out from the blood loss and pain. "Now it finally begins."
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~~What do you think? This is my first Utena fic, so I need some feedback! Review if you can! Flamers out simply to bash the work with no explanation will be laughed at!!