Object 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 Four

I couldn't sleep that night, the words that Akemi had said were running through my head. Finally, I got up and snuck out of the house, to the park where I wandered for hours. The storm clouds from the day before were still hovering over the city, but hadn't dropped any rain upon us. I stayed in the park for the rest of the night, and ended up sleeping on a bench. When I awoke the next morning, I was drenched in rain water, soaked to the bone. I shivered, but didn't go home. I didn't feel like I belonged there anymore.

(Utena's POV)

The phone call awoke me from a dream about Anshi and I. I grogilly reached for the phone. "Moshi moshi?"

"Utena? It's Akio, have you seen Anshi anywhere?"

"Iie. Nande yo?"

"She disappeared sometime last night and hasn't come home."

I heard thunder crash outside and my mind started racing. "I haven't seen her at all, but I'll start looking for her just as soon as I can," I told him.

"Can you cover the park? We're going to search near the school."

"Hai, I can. See you later, Akio. I'll call you if I find anything."

We hung up and I jumped out of bed and into some clothes. I rushed for the door, grabbing my umbrella and jacket. "Anshi-chan . . . how could you be so stupid?!" I was talking to myself and people stared at me as I did. "I told you to stay home!"

I ran through the park, not caring if I got wet from the puddles. "Anshi! Anshi-chan!" I started to panic when I didn't find her in the first hour. "Anshi-chan, where are you?!"

Nothing mattered except finding her, I needed to find her before she caught a cold or worse . . . I didn't want to think about worse. I passed a bench where a figure was curled up into a ball, but I didn't pay it any attention until after I had passed it. "Anshi?" I turned around and saw that it was Anshi. She was shivering with cold and soaked to the bone. I knelt in front of her. "Anshi-chan?" I asked.

She looked up and saw me sitting there. "Utena?"

I smiled and got up, grabbing her arm. "Come on, we're going to my place."

I was surprised at how easily she followed me. She didn't seem to care that my grip was almost cutting off her circulation. I was so damn worried about her, but I didn't dare yell at her now.

I got her back to my place and sat her down at the table. I draped a warm blanket over her shoulders and set about making her something warm to drink.

"Gomen nasai," she whispered, not looking at me.

"Damn right you'd better be sorry," I said. "Do you have any idea how worried I was?!" She nodded, but didn't say anything else. I gave her the hot chocolate I'd made and then grabbed the phone. "I'm calling your dad," I told her. She didn't reply.

"Ohtori-san?" I asked when Takashi picked up the phone. "I found her."

"Good! Where was she?" Takashi asked.

"On a park bench completely soaked. Right now she's wrapped in a blanket drinking hot chocolate."

"Yoshe. When will you bring her home?"

"Hmm . . . I guess when she feels like it. You understand I'm not going to force her to come home if she doesn't want to."

"I don't want to go home," she said, looking up at my words.

"I understand, just take care of her, Tenjou-san."

I smiled. "I will. Don't worry."

"Arigatou."

"Right." We hung up and I went to sit next to my lover. "You don't have to go home till you're ready," I told her, reaching out to touch her cheek.

"I don't ever want to go home," she told me, her voice bitter. "I just . . . I don't feel like I belong there anymore."

"Is it because of Akemi?" I asked. She nodded and I sighed. "Anshi-chan. That apartment is full of people who've been rejected by her. Who've been thrown out of her house because she can't deal with them. You belong there because you were adopted by Takashi and not by Akemi. She might act like you're her daughter, but you're not."

Anshi leaned on me and she started to cry. It hurt me to see her cry like this, just breaking into tears. It had hurt me the other times as well. I loved her and I didn't want her to be like this. I hugged her and she felt so small and weak in my arms. I knew that she needed me more now than ever and regreted having left her last night. She didn't deserve to be this sad.

(Anshi's POV)

I cried in Utena's arms for what seemed like an eternity. She was right, but I just couldn't bring myself to terms with that. I knew that I couldn't go back, no matter how much even she wanted me to. I had to be with her, for now and forever. I couldn't leave her, and I didn't want to.

"Drink your chocolate," she said when I stopped crying, gently brining the cup to my lips. We stayed in the kitchen until long after I had finished my hot chocolate. She hugged me and gently stroked my hair. Neither of us said anything because nothing had to be said. No words could even begin to explain the love that we had.

I was glad she wasn't mad at me anymore. I don't think I could have taken her being mad at me. What she had said before she called Takashi had almost made me cry. I knew that the reason she was mad was because she had been worried about me. She loved me so much that her worry had stemmed into anger. I guess I would have been mad as well if it had been her that disappeared.

"Anshi-chan, let's get you into some dry clothes," Utena suggested, gently moving away from me. I nodded and let her help me up.

It actually ended up that my clothes went into the dryer while I went into Utena's bed. It was hours later before I actually got back into my clothes, after sex and another shower with her. We sat on the couch, just listening to the rain pound at the windows. I snuggled close to her under the blanket she'd draped over us.

"Tired, Hime-sama?" she asked softly, re-adjusting her arm to fit my new position.

"A little," I admitted. Actually, I was very tired, not having gotten any sleep the night before and then using up the rest of my energy when we . . . I sighed and closed my eyes, content and warm.

"Anshi-chan . . ."

"Hm?"

"I'm going to ask Takashi if you can move in here with me." Those words made my eyes snap open, and I smiled. "I realize now that it was a mistake to leave you last night. I regret doing it."

"It's not your fault," I told her, looking up at her beautiful face. "It was me who decided to stay in the park all night."

"But you wouldn't have done that if I'd stayed with you." She sighed and shook her head at me. "You don't know how worried I was when Akio called and said that you'd disappeared. I panicked, Anshi-chan." She gently stroked my cheek as she talked. "I broke my promise that you'd never be alone again. I'm not going to do that again. That I promise." She gently kissed my lips, her fingers ghosting through my hair. I knew that she wouldn't break that promise, and, knowing Takashi, I would soon be living with my lover.

There was a knock at the door not a moment after we had broken our kiss. Utena sighed and went to answer it, but not before making sure that I was completely surrounded in the blanket.

"Ohtori-san? What are you doing here?" I heard her ask.

"I need to speak with my imouto," I heard Akio's voice say, and I knew he was angry.

(Utena's POV)

I didn't even have a chance to stop him as Akio pushed past me into my apartment. I could tell that he was angry, but I didn't know just how far he would go in this state of mind.

"Akio!" I rushed after him, but it was too late, he was already yelling at Anshi.

"What were you thinking?! You know you could have died out there?!" he yelled. "We've all been worried sick! All day we've been searching for you! All day!"

Anshi was trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall. Akio was yelling so loud I was afraid that I might get kicked out of the building. "Akio, stop this!" I grabbed his arm. "Stop yelling at her!"

"She's my sister, Utena!" Akio yelled. "I'll yell at her whenever I want!"

"She's been through enough already, Ohtori," I knew that my temper was spiking because suddenly my voice was calmer than it had been, I didn't want Anshi-chan to see me like this. "I've already told her how worried we all were. She doesn't need to hear it from your yelling."

Akio broke away from my grip and rounded on Anshi again. "I hope you have something better than 'gomen' to say because 'gomen' just ain't gonna cut it!"

Anshi burst into tears at this, and I just couldn't deal with that. "Now look what you did, you big jerk!" I shouted, and then slid onto the couch next to Anshi. I slid my arms around her nad rocked her as she cried into my shoulder. I glared at Akio. "I told you to leave her alone, Ohtori." Akio was silent, apparently at a loss for words. "This is what happens when you don't listen to the person who's loved her since the day that person first saw her. Anshi is a very strong woman but she's also sensitive." I broke off then to soothe away Anshi's tears.

"Shh, shh . . . daijoubu, Anshi-chan. Shh . . ." Her hair was soft and wet as I ran my fingers through it, but that was the best feeling at that moment. "I'm not going to let him yell anymore, Anshi-chan," I whispered, nuzzling her forehead and then kissing it. "Ai shiteru. Shh . . . shh . . ."

I looked up at Akio and glared. "What are you still here for?! Get out!"

Akio shied away from my gaze and all but ran out the door, slamming it behind him. Anshi snuggled her face into my chest, crying her heart out. I realized that my shirts had been getting wet almost every day since we'd been assigned on that project. I didn't care. All I cared about was making the girl in my arms smile. Make her happy. And I knew that only I could cure the tears and wipe them away.

"Is he gone?" Anshi whispered, looking up cautiously.

I nodded. "Hai, he's gone."

"Good." She rested her head on my chest and wrapped her arms around me. "Arigatou, Utena-chan."

I smiled. "That's what I'm here for, Hime-sama."

Author's Note: Well, that's the end. Hope you liked it and I hope that you'll review if you did. Flames will be completely ignored. And translations are as follows: Moshi moshi - Hello (telephone), Nande yo - Let's go, and Gomen/Gomen Nasai - I'm sorry (says so in my Japanese-English English-Japanese Dictionary from random House). Thank you whoever pretty much made me check my dictionary and correct myself.