Obejct of My Obsession
By: Felidae Silvestris
Disclaimer: I do not own Revolutionary Girl Utena …
Author's Note: This was originally a fic, but I thought I'd make it an Utena/Anshi fic … yeah. And it's an AU due to some stuff I did in the original. This is basically word-for-word the original, but with changes of characters. Hope you like!Chapter One
That fateful day when we were assigned to work on the same art project was the happiest day of my life. Little did I know what would happen because of it . . .
The teacher hadn't told us what the project was going to be on, all she told us was that we were going to be working in pairs. We were to write down the names of three people we would like to work with and turn them in. Of course, my first pick was Utena. Next came my friend Juri and lastly my friend Miki.
The next day we found out who we were going to be working with and I was extatic when I learned that Utena was to be my partner. She came over to my table, introduced herself and sat across from me. I could only stutter out my name. She looked at me sideways and then chuckled.
"So it is true," she said quietly.
"What is?" I asked, curious and just wanting to hear her voice again.
"You don't know anything about me and yet you put my name on your list." That was the last thing she said before the teacher started talking again.
"You will be making a composition that best captures your partner's essence," she said, walking throughout the classroom. "I don't just want to receive portraits of your partners. If something else shows the essence of your partner, use that instead. This project must be school apropriate, that means no profanity and no nudity."
"Shoot," I heard Utena mutter, smirking.
"Now, I want you to spend the rest of class and all of class tomorrow getting to know your partner. See what their intrests are and what they are like in general." The teacher clapped her hands together. "Get to work."
Utena and I sat in silence for a few moments before Utena pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of her signature leather jacket. "First of all, I think the thing you need to know is that I'm not exactly normal," she told me.
"Of course you're not," I blurted.
She raised an eyebrow. "Yoshe, spit it out. What's your problem?"
"I don't have a problem."
"Yes you do. You're staring at me with this dreamy look in your eye and driving me nuts wth your babbling. What is your problem?"
"Okay, so maybe I do have a problem, but at least I –" I stopped, knowing that I couldn't finish my sentence.
"At least you don't what?" Utena asked me. "If you're going to say something, say it."
I looked down at my hands. "I can't."
Utena snorted. "Okay then. Anyway, back to this project thing. I'm an orphan who inherited this large estate. My favorite color is black and I like to make people mad."
I couldn't even look at her. I knew all those things, and so much more. She had no idea, or maybe she did, but she never told me.
"What about you?" she asked.
I finally looked at her. "Huh?"
She smiled. Kami-sama, her smile was perfect. "I said, what about you. What's your life like?"
"Oh. Uh . . . I'm an orphan as well. I'm adopted, used to live in California, and have a big brother. My favorite color is green and then black, blue, and purple, in that order. I hate pink."
"Hmm . . ." she hadn't written any of it down, but she fingered some strands of hair between her fingers. "Your brother's Ohtori Akio, isn't he?"
I nodded. "That's right. What about it?"
"Oh, I was just thinking that maybe some of his talent might have rubbed off on you."
"I've only been living with the Ohtori's for a year, maybe a little bit more." Utena laughed. "What's so funny?"
"You are. I already knew all of what you told me. In fact, I know practically everything about you."
My heart-beat sped up, I could feel it. She was just as interested in me as I was in her! I kept my face blank, careful not to let her know my secret. "You shouldn't spy on people, you know," I told her.
"Who says it's spying?" she asked. "I've just been inquiring about you is all. You're cute, you know that?"
"I've heard." She thought I was cute! "Everyone says that. Probably just because I'm from California and I'm different."
"Yes you are." Utena's voice was taking on a sensual tone and I was sure that if the bell didn't ring soon she was going to trap me worse than I already was.
"I'm nothing special, really," I said. "There are lots of people in the US who have purple hair and green eyes." A moment later, my savior came as the bell rang.
"Mind if I come over tonight?" she asked as we stood up.
"Um . . ." my mind reeled for an excuse. "Iie, I don't think my dad will like that. Short notice and all."
Utena nodded. "Tell you what, ask your dad if you can come over to my place tomorrow night. It's Friday and you could spend the night."
"I'll ask," I said, fighting a battle with myself because I wanted so much to say yes right then and there.
She leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, sending shivers up my spine. "If you're good, we'll have some fun at my place," she said, her breath warm on my ear.
I pulled away from her. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Utena chuckled. "Don't play baka. I know all about your little obsession, Anshi-chan."
I acted like I didn't know what she was talking about, but in reality, my heart was beating faster than a hummingbird's wings. "What 'little obsession'?"
Utena shook her head. "Nevermind, just don't forget to ask your father. See you tomorrow, Anshi."
I watched her walk away, my heart beating just as fast as it had a moment before. She knew! She wasn't supposed to know that I was obsessed with her!
"Otou-san?" I asked that night at dinner.
"Hai?" Takashi replied.
"Um . . . Tenjou Utena and I are working on an art project together and she asked me to spend the night at her house tomorrow. Is that okay?" I heard Akio snort into his rice and I glared at him for a moment.
"I don't see why not," Takashi said. "As long as it's for school."
I nodded. "I'm going to just go home with her after school tomorrow, yoshe?"
"Hai."
After that, dinner was quiet. Akio pulled me into his room after the meal to talk.
"She asked you over?" he asked.
I blushed. "Hai. I didn't think it was a big deal, though." I looked up at my brother. "She knows my secret, Akio. She knows that I'm obsessed with her."
Akio rolled his eyes. "Well, you couldn't keep it a secret forever, you know."
"I know," I admitted. "I just never thought that she'd just know. She scares me sometimes, but that doesn't stop me from loving her."
Akio put a hand on my shoulder. "Imouto, you just have to go with the flow. It's the same way with Touga, he scares me a lot, what with all the reckless stuff he does, but I still love him. You have to do what your heart tells you, not what other people do."
"I know that, baka! I'm just . . . nervous, about tomorrow. I don't know what she's going to do, but . . . I'm not so nervous that I don't want to go."
"You should go, see what she'll do. Maybe you'll – Itai!"
I had kicked him before he said anymore. "Don't even joke about stuff like that! It's not funny!" I didn't mean what I'd said, at least, not totally. It wasn't funny. But it wasn't funny for a different reason than I knew Akio believed. It wasn't funny to get my hopes up and then have her not do anything.
"You didn't have to kick me," Akio told me, rubbing his shin.
"I don't care." I stood up, having had enough of this brother-to-sister talk. "I'm going to bed."
"Fine. See if I care."
I walked out of his room and into my own. I changed into my pajamas and flopped onto my bed. I stared at the ceiling for I don't know how long, my mind going over what had happened that day. "If you're good, we'll have some fun at my place," she'd whispered to me. Words meant only for my ears to hear. A heated promise that made me shiver in anticipation. She was messing with my mind, I was sure of it when I finally drifted off to sleep. Drifted into dreams of she and I together. The fantasies my mind created, made me dwell on. Like wet dreams, only not.
Dreams of the warmth of her touch, her lips, her body. Snuggling safe in her arms while in reality, I hugged a teddy-bear to my chest. In my dreams, I could bury my face in her soft hair while she whispered sweet words to me. Sweet words in a voice that sounded like the rustling of leaves. In my dreams, the only thing I knew was the joy of being close to her, enveloped in her arms. In my dreams, she would kiss me with her soft lips and I would float on an endless sea of bliss. Bliss ended all too soon by the buzzing of my alarm-clock.
Author's Note: Okay … I noticed I added some Japanese terms in there … whoops. Anyway, here are the meanings: YosheOkay, IieNo, BakaStupid, Silly, or Idiot, Otou-san is the respectful way of saying "Father", HaiYes, ImoutoLittle sister, ItaiOuch.