My dreams have been crushed beyond recognition, beyond repair all I know is that right now. I need shelter from myself.
Kanae hid her face her eyes were red, unable to speak she curled into a tighter ball. Juri moved slowly, her movements seemed tactical. She didn't speak she only placed the thick paper backed object onto the bookshelf. Unlike many who would question her sorrow to a pummel she quietly got some tea and handed her a cup. And a tissue box as well, it was an odd comfort.
Kami-sama… Thank you for this moment… with an angle.
What can I say to her? What would…Utena do?
Trying to be rational in a very bazaar situation, it was an unknown territory to her. Comfort? How? what was comfort? Was it compassion? Though shown very little and only by the pink haired prince however for some reason was ripped from her today. So responding what she figured was best for the situation, though very simple that it could be. Tea and tissues, sitting down onto the bed she started to thumb through the script. Letting out a sigh,
Funny how much this sounds… like our life. Some boy likes this girl… the girl likes some other boy. It's a repeat of some old Shakespeare tragedy. And yet my name is written in it.
Kanae watched as Juri suddenly stood up to leave the room, "I'll be back later…" she said in a calm voice, Kanae wasn't certain where she was going. She watched silently trying to read Juri's expression; the tall girl closed the door silently behind her. She was like a ghost, it was slightly… chilling.
Juri marched down the corridors, a few high pitched squeals pierced the hallway.
It must be Utena… or Touga.
Perhaps Utena would do better in comfort then she… long locks of purple hair caught her eye. Anthy stood silently watching the pink haired prince playing basket ball against the play boy. And winning…. Now… All she needed was her attention. Shoving the play into Anthy's hands she went out. Watching the ball, as Touga tried to toss it up into the hoop, she simply jumped and slapped it down.
The two stared at her, causing a smirk. "Now that I've got your attention…" she paused and gazed onto Utena. " You come with me." She walked briskly away to the howling of many girls. Utena's footsteps quickly followed "What is it?"
Juri stopped walking but didn't turn towards the girl, "Kanae is in my room…" she couldn't even recognize her own voice."Go… she needs your support." Utena's voice questioned lightly, however Juri cut her off. "Would you just do it!" tossing her hair she walked quickly away, Anthy ran up with the script in hand. Which Juri swiped away,
Dam.. Her… Dam that.. Girl.
Juri ran to her hiding place, cursing herself mentally.
Utena sighed as Anthy approached, "Lady Utena?" She asked quietly her green eye's questioning. "I don't know what that was about." Anthy smiled "Perhaps we should go home, Lady Utena." The pink haired girl gritted her teeth, "I hate it when you call me that…" she slouched as she walked towards her own dorm room, still uncertain about the odd encounter with the elder girl.
Kanae clenched her hands into her face; she was calm but still hurt deeply. She heard a light tap against the window pain. Looking up she saw a single drop of rain, slide down. At least she wasn't alone, the weather agreed with her at least. She stood up to gaze through the window only to see Utena run under the cove. Taking shelter as the rain hit harder, she entered the door fallowed by Anthy.
Why did that witch have to come here?
Kanae pulled at her top tightening, as if she were trying to tie a noose, a loud knock made her shutter.
Why couldn't I be with Juri again? In the almost comforting yet haunting silence, sadly Kami-sama… had other plans.
She opened the door "Utena, it's nice to see you…." She tried to smile however it faded as she looked into the eyes of the girl next to her.
Juri sat in silence reading the play, her mind on the other hand only had a single thought. The rain pattered across the window, she sighed uncertain how Utena was handling Kanae. She cleared that thought away, looking back at the play she noticed music notes.
Oh boy… singing..
