Ch. 4

Disclaimer...Disclaimer...You know what it is. I don't own Utena…

Across the continent, a young girl sat at her computer typing away. She was very pretty with long purple hair, and pretty aquamarine colored eyes. She had been searching for hours online. But for what? For information on a girl.

This girl did not exist in real life…at least that what she thought. The girl existed in her dreams. Every night, she had had the same dream. A beautiful pinked haired angel would visit her. She wielded a sword, but was not menacing or harmful. She would reach out her hand and touch the other's face and smile. Then she would vanish as quickly as she had appeared. Then Anthy would awake and find it was only a dream.

But who was this girl? She seemed so real and so familiar. Yet Anthy could not place her for the life of herself. She had been having this dream for almost a year now and still she could not remember who this pink-haired angel was.

Starring at her clock she cried "Good Gawd! IS it really that late!" It was 2:30 a.m.

Flipping off her computer, she slipped into bed and began to snore. And the same dream began.

ðððð

"Good job today Utena!" Mico called out to her as she was leaving "You'll make a fine waitress!"

"Bye , Mico!"

She walked outside to the scent of something burning. She looked to her left to find Chris leaning on his bike smoking his cigarette.

"Hey blue-eyes"

"Hey"

"You did well today." He said taking a drag." You catch on quick"

"Thanks"

"So what's you story, blue eyes?" he asked

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what's your story? I thought I should get to know you, so I'm asking you to tell me about yourself." Chris said.

"Well, my parents died in a car crash when I was little, so I went to live with my aunt until I was 15. Then I went to private school for a little while."

"So how'd you wind up here?"

"I left the private school because there was a lot of...drama. My aunt went to America because she was going to design the interior of 10 new Hotels. She's an interior designer of course. I wanted to get away by myself for a little while though, and we had come here on vacation before. I liked it so much that I decided to come here."

"Not so dark and mysterious after all are we?" He said with a small chuckle.

"What about you, Chris?"

He took another large drag from his almost finished cigarette.

"Well, my dad left when I was young, and my mom was an alcoholic. So I moved out when I was fifteen, got a job and an apartment. Now here I am."

"Rugged pasts for both of us."

"Say how are you getting home blue eyes?"

"Walking"

"In this neighborhood at night? You'll be raped and mugged with in five minutes." He said reaching out to his bike. "I'll give you a ride home."

"Well.." but Before she had a chance to answer. Her cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Utena, it's your landlord! Listen there's been a terrible fire!"

Just as he spoke those words, a fire truck came whizzing by, sirens blaring.

"I'll be there in a minute!" She cried." Chris take me home! My apartment complex is on fire!"

They got on his motorcycle and sped of towards the place from which smoke had begun to rise….

Ðððð

Ohhh the suspense! But what will happen now? Well you'll just hjave to wait for the next chapter to see. I'm planning something special for Chris and Utena….