Prologue

Saionji Kyouchi turned his gaze downward. The highest balcony of the
'Tower of Roses,' provided a view of the school that could only be rivaled
by a bird in flight. Saionji himself stood at the edge of the balcony, one
foot on the top of the railing, allowing him to look down on the people
far below. He liked looking down on people.

"You're not going to throw ten yen pieces over the edge and yell, 'Look!
It's raining money!' to the people below again, are you?" Touga Kiryu
asked from his position several feet behind Saionji as he sat
lackadaisically in a straight backed wrought iron chair. The shapes of
roses were etched in the ironwork throughout the seat.

"I most certainly will not!" Saionji snapped. "They are beneath my
charity."

"I take it that you're broke again?"

"My father is simply late in updating my accounts. I'm certain that he'll
be sending some money soon." Saionji shifted uncomfortably, then decided
to change the topic. "Today seems rather dull, wouldn't you agree?"

Touga sipped some wine, pulled out his not-so-little black book, and began
going over the numbers within. He didn't bother to look at Saionji as he
said, "It feels as though a great storm is building on the horizon,
bringing with it a great change in all of our lives."

Saionji gave a toss of his head, causing his long greenish hair to flow in
the slight breee. "That sort of talk might impress those flighty women you
seem to enjoy leading on, but it is wasted on me. Today is going to be
boring. I can feel it in my bones."

Touga looked up from his book to stare at his vice president squarely in
the eye. "I'm not being loquacious. There's something in the air. I can
feel it."

"Prove it!" Saionji snapped. "Make something exciting happen."

At that moment, a tremendous bolt of lightning flashed from the skies and
struck the balcony, lancing no more than five feet from where Saionji
stood. It struck a statue of a nymph, shattering it into a thousand pieces
of white and blackened marble.

Touga gave a smile of pure evil towards Saionji.

"Well? Where is it?" Saionji asked.

In thirty generations of Kiryus, not one member of the noble line every
went through the indignity of facefaulting. Touga was not about to start,
though he had never been so sorely tempted in doing it. Instead, he said,
"Just wait for it, and it shall come."


And at the front gates of Ohtori, Kodachi Kunou approached.


Ohtori Academy Blues
(The sequel to Roses and Swords)
[i.e.: Yet Another Side Story to Quantum Destinies]

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Kodachi Kunou carefully examined the unique entryway to Ohtori Academy.
She had heard of the 'Wall of Thorns' before; it was unofficially
considered one of the Seven Modern Wonders of the Empire.

The wall, and the academy it surrounded, was erected in 1825 at the
request of one of the then Emperor's advisors, a shadowy figure known only
as Dios. What role he actually served the Emperor was unclear, though none
questioned him openly. No drawings or pictures of the man exited, save a
single silhouette drawn by one of the Emperor's concubines. No one knew
for what purpose Dios had the academy built, but it was rumored that he
personally designed the entire thing, from the highest tower to the
smallest carved rose.

The architecture of the school was very unusual, especially for a society
as steeped in tradition as Japan was at the time. It was a mix of several
foreign styles, heavily influenced by both Greek and Roman
characteristics. The resemblance was easy to see in every building and
arena of the school. Even stranger was the dominance of roses that
permeated the entire length of the academy. Everywhere one turned there
was something that involved the flower, whether it be in the style,
design, or an actual rose garden. Nowhere did it not exist. Extremely
strange indeed.

Discovering the location of Utena Tenjou's school had been no problem. One
random search on her computer and Kodachi had discovered over two dozen
webpages dedicated exclusively to 'The Prince of Ohtori.' That title
rankled Kodachi. The girl was nothing more than a commoner, and, aside
from the gender issue, had no business claiming a title such as that. It
also meant she was undoubtedly egotistical if she carried the airs of
being a member of the nobility. Like most of the other girls Kodachi
disliked, it was unlikely Utena would acknowledge her proper place as
subordinate to herself, and might very well become irate when she was
informed in no uncertain terms that Ranma had only used her for a one-time
sexual fling and that she was to have no further contact with him. It
might very well be that further steps were going to have to be taken.

Kodachi entered the school grounds, and turned to the left, as she began
plotting additional ways to keep Ohtori's would-be prince away from
Kodachi's own.

Had Kodachi lingered several minutes longer, she would have run into
someone she had more than a passing familiarity with, and would no doubt
have found her energies diverted onto another course of action. Instead,
she was not present when Akane Tendou approached the gates of Ohtori.

There were many that would have claimed that someone as driven to be
physically the best as Akane Tendou would have had no appreciation for
something as artistically beautiful as the wall surrounding Ohtori. They
would have been wrong. Whereas it was true that Akane preferred to spend a
great deal of her attention on such things as the Arena fights and her own
training, she had a great appreciation for artwork. However, she disliked
openly acknowledging such things, concerned that people might think less
of her fighting abilities if they knew she liked such a non-physical
related pursuit. Also, she was uncertain if that was the sort of thing her
mother would have approved of. She had raised her daughters on disciplines
of the body, not of the mind.

So it was when she approached the impressive gates that the purpose of her
arrival at Ohtori was momentarily forgotten. She stood in silent awe of
the intricate work before her and moved closer to the wall, allowing her
hand to play over several of the lifelike vines, staying mindful of the
stone thorns that still looked menacing despite their age. The texture of
the work was unbelievable, as though the whole thing had been erected just
a few days ago. Akane felt it was almost as though a gorgon out of Greek
mythology had somehow turned real plants into stone.

She stood there, gazing at the wall for several moments before returning
her attention to the matter at hand. There was a specific reason she had
come to Ohtori, and it wasn't to admire its impressive architecture. Luck
had taken Akane by the hand and led her to discovering the identity of the
girl that had dared to put the moves on Ranma. It had happened only
several days after the incident at Ranma's house, as Akane spoke with
Sakura, that she overheard someone making a remark about Utena helping her
school win in a fencing tournament against Furinkan and how unbeatable she
was, even though she was a looker. Akane was mildly curious about a person
that was dubbed unbeatable, and asked the guy who he was talking about.
The speaker seemed a little embarrassed, but showed Akane the picture of
Utena. It hadn't been in the guy's hand for more than a second before
Akane tore it out of his grasp and stared at the photo so evilly that
everyone was certain her gaze would burn holes in it. After calling the
picture several unpleasant names, she grabbed the boy by the collar and
demanded he tell her everything about Utena. Once she got the location of
the school out of him, she made her plans on what to do about meddling
girls with bizarre hair coloring.

And now she was there. It was going to be a simple matter of telling Utena
'keep the hell away from Ranma, or you'll be sorry.' And if the girl was
stupid enough to try to play off the warning, she'd find out what it meant
to be really sorry for trespassing on other girls' boyfriends.

Akane, as per her nature, went straight into the academy's grounds


Nabiki tried getting a better look at the rapidly dwindling form. For the
briefest of moments, she had thought it was Akane that had gone into
Ohtori, but that was absurd; her younger sister wouldn't have had any
reason to go there. More likely it was just someone that had the same
haircut as Akane, and it had been a long distance away when Nabiki had
spotted the girl that had been standing outside of the gates.

Shaking her head clear of such thoughts, she refocused them on her true
mission: telling Utena Tenjou she was not to come within fifty meters of
Ranma Saotome ever again. Nabiki would have preferred 'informing' Ranma of
the rules as well, but she wasn't foolish enough to believe that anything
good would come of openly browbeating him into submission. She was going
to have to play things differently when it came to him.

Nabiki was a little surprised at how angry she was with Utena. The level
of hate was actually greater than what she usually felt when she saw Ranma
and Kodachi together. A quick self-examination of her feelings made her
wonder if it was because Utena had gotten farther with Ranma in one day
than Nabiki had in the weeks she had invested in trying to get him. In the
end, it was irrelevant. After today, Utena Tenjou was not going to be a
factor anymore. Words would be what Nabiki used first -she was a thinker
after all- but if her warning to stay away fell on deaf ears, then it
might come down to roughing up the pink-haired tramp a little bit. The
upside to that was it would prove that Nabiki had surpassed Ranma again.
It only made sense since Utena had beaten Ranma and Nabiki would have
beaten Utena. A physical confrontation would also be more satisfying,
since it would also send a clear message on what Nabiki thought of women
that stayed overnight at Ranma's house.

Nabiki entered the academy grounds, and decided to make a left. It was
only a matter of time now.


A grappling hook anchored itself onto the far side of the wall that
surrounded Ohtori. Moments later it was followed by a figure of average
height, dressed in the formal looking black uniform of a male member of
Ohtori Academy. The figure was over in an instant and crouched behind
several bushes that were located near the wall. It darted its head over
the bushes and looked around. A smile slowly formed on the figure's face
as it realized its plan had worked flawlessly and no one had detected its
presence as it entered the academy grounds.

Ukyou Kuonji stood up and began walking with the easy gait of someone who
had traveled the academy a thousand times before. Ukyou had to hand it to
herself, she now blended in perfectly with the rest of the student
population and wouldn't draw a bit of attention to herself. That was just
the way she liked it. That way Utena Tenjou would never see her coming
until it was too late.

Discovering just who the naked, pink-haired slut that had been in Ranma's
bed was had not been that difficult for a ninja of her skills. A few
questions here and there, and an article in the paper of the winner of a
fencing tournament, with accompanying photo, had been all that Ukyou
needed in tracking Utena down. Warning the tramp of what was going to
happen in the future concerning Ranma was going to take more precision
though.

Like the good ninja she was, Ukyou, while in disguise, studied the lair of
her opponent, making notes on the size and dimensions of Ohtori Academy.
There was no telling how many allies Utena might have, so confronting her
alone and in a one-on-one situation was going to take some skill. After
observing the academy for two days, Ukyou was pretty sure she had a decent
plan. She would steal a men's academy outfit, disguise herself as a guy,
then discover the exact location of Utena Tenjou and follow her (as only a
ninja could), until the girl was alone, then Ukyou could deliver her
warning. And if the slut insisted she would continue sleeping with Ranma,
Ukyou would beat the living crap out of her until she gave in to her
demands.

As she set out to blend into the Ohtori population, Ukyou took note that
though she might not have thought much of Utena Tenjou, there was one
thing she had to conceded in the pink-haired girl's favor. Utena had
really good fashion sense. The uniforms the men wore at Ohtori were far
superior to the silly skirts and blouses the girls there usually had to
wear.


At the highest balcony of the Tower of Roses, Touga Kiryu gazed down at
the world below through the opera glasses he kept with him at all times.
>From there he could see every inch of Ohtori, including the area of the
wall Ukyou had just leaped over. His gaze followed her as she made her way
into the student population.

Saionji had already left, but as was Touga's wont, he spoke out loud to
himself. Just because others couldn't hear you boast about your
superiority was no reason not to announce it to the world. "Well, well,
well. I never thought he would have the nerve to show up here again. It
appears that even I underestimated how correct I was about the storm on
the horizon. It appears it's going to be an eventful day."


Kodachi Kunou began to wonder if it had been a good idea to arrive at the
Ohtori in her Imperial Academy uniform. Her clothing marked her as a
stranger, and she was finding herself the object of a great many stares.
Ordinarily she might have enjoyed being the center of attention, but given
the task before her, it might have been better if no one had taken note of
her presence. If the rumors she had heard were true, Utena was immensely
popular and would have many friends that would flock to her aid if it came
down to a fight between the girls. A woman of loose morals like Utena
Tenjou would stoop to anything, including having others fight her battles
for her.

The stares Kodachi received was continuing to vex her when a male voice
called out from behind, "Kodachi Kunou, is that you?"

Kodachi turned to see a young man, about her age, approach. His uniform
was different from the other members of the school, being a tight fitting
white, almost military-style, shirt and blue pants. He was slender of
build with black hair that was cut short all around, and about the same
height as Kodachi. She took note of his face, thinking his somewhat
angular face as the sort most women, including Kodachi herself, would mark
as at least passingly attractive. The face was familiar, but Kodachi
remained unsure of his identity.

"I know it's been close to a decade since you last saw me, but surely you
remember who I am?"

The look of disappointment he gave triggered Kodachi's memory. "Miki
Karou! Of course I remember you. We grew up together."

That was not far from the truth. The Karous had lived only two estates
away from the Kunous own manor. Almost as soon as she could walk, Kodachi
had frequently visited Miki, and he did the same as well. The two played
together frequently and for many hours on end. Both families were of the
same rank in the nobility, and the relationship met with the approval of
both heads of the households. As they got a little older, there were many
afternoons where Kodachi would listen to Miki play, 'The Sunlit Garden' (a
song he had composed himself at the age of five) on his piano. Ironically,
that piece became incredibly famous and was played everywhere, even in
lands outside of the Empire. Kodachi had always felt a special link to the
song, since she was the first person Miki had ever played it for. He had
treated her so nicely that she distinctly remembered having a crush on
him, though as most girls at the age of six she lacked the courage to say
anything about it.

That time of her life had been wonderful, but it all came to a sudden end.
Kodachi had only been seven when the Karou estate had burned to the
ground. Since the family had started to rise in prominence, they elected
to sell their lands and move closer to the capital. Kodachi remembered
that tearful farewell on the day she discovered Miki was moving away for
good, never to be heard from again. Until today.

"It's been too long." Kodachi chose to play it safe and greeted him in as
gracious and ladylike way as she could, uncertain as to how Miki would
react since so much time had passed. There was no telling how much he
might have changed over the years. Even after seeing him for a few
moments, she could tell that he had developed the formal bearing that
befitted a noble of his station. The embrace she wanted to give him would
have been improper, especially out in public as they were, so she
controlled herself and maintained her distance. Although the bright smile
Miki gave her eased her concern. It was the same warm smile he had given
her so many long ago.

"I can't believe how many years it's been," he said. "You look
incredible."

Kodachi felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She hoped he didn't notice it.
"And I see you have become every inch the lord your father was."

Miki gave a nervous chuckle at that. "You're very flattering, though I
hardly think I'm half the man my father is. You've certainly become a
beautiful lady."

Kodachi felt her pulse race as he drew closer to her until he was no more
than a half foot away. Now that he was next to her, she was able to see
that he was a couple of centimeters taller than her. It felt a little odd,
since growing up Miki had been short for his age, and always Kodachi was
the one looking down to him. Now he was almost as tall as Ranma. As the
thought of Ranma entered her mind, she realized that she was beginning to
feel the same tingly sensation that she usually felt around him, which she
found very curious.

Miki was also finding himself the victim of the same tingling that Kodachi
felt. It was recognizable as the similar to the one he felt when he was in
Utena, Juri, or, annoyingly, that stuck-up snob Nanami Kiryuu's presence.
That he was now feeling it around Kodachi as well was a pleasant surprise.
His agile mind began to wonder why all four girls seemed to effect him as
no others did. What made them so unique, other than all of them being
remarkable women?

After several moments of awkward silence, Kodachi spoke again. "I could
not help but notice that your outfit differs somewhat from the rest of the
student body."

"I'm a member of the Student Council," Miki explained. "All the members of
it wear them when on campus. Actually I wear it a lot of the time anyway."

"Really?" Kodachi asked in obvious interest. The Miki she had grown up
with never seemed the type that would be interested in politics.

Noticing Kodachi's obvious interest, Miki felt his pride swell.
Uncharacteristically, he was seized by the urge to start bragging for her.
"Yes. In fact, I am the president of the first year cadet student body."

"That's interesting." Kodachi found herself insatiably curious as to what
sort of man Miki was now, and wanted to know everything. Miki was only too
happy to oblige.


About fifty meters away, a far different scene from the happy reunion was
occurring. Nanami Kiryu had always been fascinated by animals. Growing up,
her parents had to scold her on numerous occasions for getting filthy when
she would go out onto the estate and try to follow snakes, birds, rabbits,
or any other small animal that lived on the grounds of her home. As she
got older, she realized that she was a noble lady and could no longer do
such things, but sometimes her heart yearned for those simple pleasures.
With such passion for animal life in her heart, it was small wonder that
when the Academy decided to allow a small menagerie of foreign animals to
be exhibited, Nanami was there, watching them set up the displays.

The exhibit was composed of animals from the Imperial controlled territory
of Australia. It was like heaven for Nanami. There were koalas,
platypuses, wombats, and even an extraordinarily rare chu-chu mouse from
the wilds of the outback. Nanami thought it was adorable, especially with
the earring someone put in its ear and those large intelligent eyes it
had. But there was one other animal that Nanami liked above all the
others, even the chu-chu mouse. It was easily the most handsome and
interesting creature in the whole exhibit.

"It's really a boxing kangaroo?" Nanami asked.

"Yep," the man in charge of the menagerie answered. He was a forty year
old aborigine that had been born in Australia, but had spent over half of
his life in Japan, taking his menagerie place to place as he and his
business were wanted. In reality, his Japanese was flawless, but he would
usually lay on a thick accent that made him seem more exotic to the paying
customers. He didn't bother to use it on Nanami. There seemed little point
given the girl's rapt attention to the animals. It would have been wasted.

Nanami looked over the kangaroo again. It was nearly six feet tall, and
looked like all of the kangaroos she had seen in the Nagoya Zoo, except
for the boxing gloves on its hands and the oversized pink sunglasses over
its eyes. "How do you get it to fight?"

"All you have to do is show him a picture of someone, then say attack, and
he'll do it until they're knocked out."

"Really?" Nanami asked. "Do you mean if I showed him a picture of a girl,
say, with pink hair, he would attack her?"

"Yep."

Nanami's eyes fairly sparkled with joy. "I'll be right back." And with
that she took off for the direction of her room at top speed.

"Weird girl," the owner commented as he left the kangaroo to take care of
his other animals.

The person that had overheard the whole conversation moved from behind the
koala cages it had been hidden behind. It cast a baleful glare towards the
distant figures of Miki Karou and Kodachi Kunou. "So, you'd dare to stand
me up in favor of some worthless trollop, Miki. I'll show you!" The figure
opened up the door to the kangaroo's pen and proceeded to show it a
picture. "Here's your target. His name is Miki Karou and he's a big jerk."
The figure then pointed to where the real Miki was talking with Kodachi.
"Now take these ridiculous sunglasses off and attack."

The kangaroo became concerned as it squinted in the direction of the two
blurs in the distance. Why had the stupid human taken off its glasses?
Without them, he was nearly blind. The kangaroo gave as sigh as the human
ordered him to attack again. It had a job to do if it wanted to get fed,
so it hopped forward and hoped it went after the blur in the right.

Kodachi was still talking when a girl that was several meters away from
them shouted out hello to Miki. He shouted a greeting back, then began to
renew his conversation with Kodachi. He had barely gotten another word out
when he said, "Wait. I've got to give that girl back a book I borrowed.
Stay here and I'll be right back."

Kodachi said she understood and would wait as Miki grabbed his book bag
ran into the building the girl had disappeared into. Happiness began to
fill Kodachi as she thanked the gods for granting her the luck to run into
Miki again. She was still smiling when a cry of "Look out! Runaway boxing
kangaroo!" filled the air. Turning in the direction of the sound of the
voice, Kodachi found herself confronted by what indeed appear to be a
boxing kangaroo. The gloves were the giveaway.

"You've got to be kidding me," was all she got out before a bell rang in
the distance and the match began.


Akane Tendou continued to walk the halls of Ohtori Academy. She had
already covered two buildings and there was still no sign of Utena Tenjou.
It irked her as to how one girl could avoid being spotted. She had pink
hair and wore a boy's uniform. How hard could it have been to find her,
even in a crowd? It appeared to Akane that she might have to resort to
asking someone where Utena might be. She had not up to that point because
that she knew that Utena was popular, and if someone tipped her off to
Akane trying to find her so they could fight, Utena might run away or get
a gang together to try to take her on. Either way it felt like a bad idea.
Locating Utena on her own, and without any advanced warning, was the best
strategy Akane could come up with.

She was traveling down yet another corridor, looking in the rooms as she
went past, when someone bumped into her. Caught off guard by the taller
man --who had not been paying attention to where he was going-Akane found
herself propelled backwards about a foot. If it were not for her superior
sense of balance, she would have found herself thrown to the floor from
the force of the collision.

Once recovered, Akane got a better look at the man with the odd greenish
tint to his hair. A reprimand about clumsiness was on her lips when the
taller man beat her to it by snapping, "Watch where you are going, you
clumsy little fool!"

Outrage at the accusation stilled Akane's tongue for a moment. The second
passed as she said, "You're the one who ran into me, you pompous asshole.
How dare you say I-" The slap delivered to her face cut off the rest of
the tirade.

"No mere girl may speak so to Saionji Kyouchi," he sneered down at Akane.

"You slapped me," she said in open disbelief as she held the place where
Saionji had struck her face.

"And I shall do so again if you do not get out of my way." He swaggered a
little, satisfied he had made his point to the impudent little girl.

"You slapped me," Akane repeated in the exact same tone as before.

Saionji brought his hand up and aimed for Akane's other cheek. His hand
descended, but just as it was about to make contact, Akane's hand shot up
and grabbed Saionji's wrist. The taller man was surprised to find Akane's
grip as like iron, and he couldn't budge his hand an inch. "Unhand me, you
little bitch!"

"You slapped me."

Saionji noticed that there was no longer any disbelief in her voice and
the look she shot him was anything but cowering.


Nabiki Tendou examined the campus of Ohtori with a careful eye as she
walked around, searching for Utena while getting an idea of what the
school was like. The atmosphere was very different from that of the
Imperial Academy. It felt much more relaxed, yet there was also something
unusual about the place as well. There was a sort of quiet that held
power, or at least so it seemed. It was an interesting place, to be
certain.

Unlike Kodachi and Akane, Nabiki held no reservations about asking someone
for help in locating Utena. If the person she asked seemed inquisitive
about why she was looking for the pink-haired girl, Nabiki already had a
lie ready about returning something of Utena's to cover herself. That was
the simplest way to find the target and get the whole sordid affair
involving her put to rest.

Nabiki picked out a girl, standing alone, to approach. As she got closer,
Nabiki saw that the girl was about her age, dressed in the standard Ohtori
girl's blouse and skirt, and very attractive. The only unusual thing about
her was that her hair was green in color. Feeling there was nothing to
fear, she approached the girl. "Excuse me, I wanted to ask you something."

Nabiki noticed the girl examine her very closely, and for the briefest of
moments, thought she had an almost hungry look in her eyes. The look
vanished as quickly as it appeared, if it had ever been there in the first
place. "Of course. How can I help you?"

The odd glance had put Nabiki a little on edge, but the happy, helpful
smile the girl gave her now put her mind at ease. She now felt certain she
was mistaken about the look before. "I'm visiting a friend here and I have
to return a book I borrowed from her. I'm embarrassed to admit this, but I
lost her address and can't remember where she lives." Nabiki felt the lie
was good enough to hold up under casual observation.

"Who's your friend?"

"Utena Tenjou." Nabiki watched the girl's reaction to the name carefully.

"I know who she is," the girl said, then gave a thoughtful little glance
towards Nabiki. "In fact, I'm pretty sure I saw her out by one of the rose
gardens out by Mujuru Hall just a little while ago. Why don't I take you
there? That way we'll get there quicker and might find her before she
leaves."

Nabiki wondered how she had gotten so lucky and thanked the girl for her
generosity. The two set off for the rose garden immediately.

The girl struck up a conversation as they continued to walk. "My name's
Michiru Kaiou, what's yours?"

"Nabiki Tendou." A slight twinge of guilt struck Nabiki as she realized
she had forgotten her manners in not introducing herself sooner to the
polite girl.

"You're from the Imperial Academy, aren't you?" Michiru asked.

"What makes you say that?"

"Your security cadet uniform. I thought I recognized it as the Imperial
Academy design."

Nabiki found herself admiring the girl's powers of observation. That same
perceptiveness might cause some problems too, if Michiru asked too many
questions. "Yes, I am." Nabiki kept the explanation as brief as possible.

Michiru pressed on. "Are you close friends with Utena?"

"Not really," Nabiki admitted, which was the truth. "We sort of met
through a mutual acquaintance. We don't know each other all that well,
though she made a heck of an impression in the brief time that I've known
her."

"I don't really know her too well either," Michiru admitted. "I tried to
get to know her once. Unfortunately, I found out she had different
preferences."

"What?" Nabiki asked.

"We're different sort of people," Michiru clarified. "That, and one of her
stuck up bitch girlfriends threatened me. I still have to pay Wakaba back
for that." The last comment was more of a personal thought that was spoken
aloud than a statement meant for Nabiki. Michiru seemed to realize that
and focused on her companion once again. "Utena is a very impressive
person. She has a commanding presence, like yourself."

"Ah, thanks." Nabiki was uncertain of what to make of the comment. It was
very flattering, yet there seemed to be the hint of something else behind
those words, some veiled meaning.

The conversation was briefly discontinued as the duo entered a large
multicolored rose garden that was tucked out of sight between two large
buildings. It was very big, and to Nabiki's eyes appeared a little
strange, and not just because of its location. It took her a moment to
figure out why that was. "It's in the shape of a rose."

Nabiki was correct. From the air it would have been more obvious, but even
at ground level, Nabiki's sharp mind was able to figure out what the
strange design of the rose beds formed. The border of the garden was
rounded, and the oddly curving stone paths that separated the flower beds
from one another, formed the beds into the petals of a rose. It was a very
appealing design.

Nabiki was still admiring the arrangement, when Michiru suddenly grabbed
her and pressed their bodies together. "Oh, Nabiki. You ignite the fires
in my breast the way no other woman ever has," she announced in an
unusually loud voice.

"What?!" Nabiki barely got out. It was one of the few times in her life
where she had been caught completely off guard and didn't have the
faintest idea of what to say. The surprise was so great she didn't even
try to get out of Michiru's grasp.

"You have no idea of how attracted I am to you. I want you to kiss me
now," Michiru whispered hoarsely as she placed a hand behind Nabiki's head
and drew their faces closer together.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

The rage in the voice that had come from behind Nabiki snapped her out of
her shock. She turned, Michiru somehow keeping her grip and spinning with
her. Before them stood a young woman. She had short, close cropped blonde
hair, had very broad shoulders, and stood a good three centimeters taller
than Nabiki. Her outfit was the dark gray design of an Ohtori Security
Cadet. Its style differed from the Imperial Academy design in both a
flaring of the outfit at the shoulders and the way the column of buttons
lined up on the far left side of the top rather than down the middle.
That, and a face full of rage, helped to accent the differences between
her and Nabiki.

"Oh, Haruka, I didn't see you there." The wicked grin Michiru gave
indicated otherwise.

Haruka Ten'ou ignored the remark and focused on Nabiki instead. "You
little Imperial Academy cow. How dare you bring your pathetic ass here and
poach on Ohtori turf. The sluts there aren't good enough for you?"

"This isn't what it looks like!" Nabiki protested.

"You mean you aren't holding my woman in your arms and trying to seduce
her from me?"

"We've had this argument before," Michiru said before Nabiki could utter a
response to the accusation leveled against her. "I'm not your property. I
can sleep with anyone I want. Besides," she slid a hand along Nabiki's
posterior. "Nab-chan excites me in ways you were never able to."

"What are you talking about?!" Nabiki roared. "We only just met ten
minutes ago!"

Michiru summoned pain in her voice. "How can you say that after last
night?"

Nabiki decided she had had enough of the little game and refused to play
anymore. She roughly pushed Michiru away, nearly causing her to stumble
and fall.

"You Impy slut! I'm going to rip off your tits and stuff them down your
throat!" Haruka shouted as she charged Nabiki. No one got away with laying
a hand on her Michiru.

Nabiki barely got out of the way of the fist leveled at her. Even as she
regained her balance from the dodge, Haruka recovered as well and swung a
punch for Nabiki's head. Once, twice, Nabiki got out of the way of the
blows, then lashed out with one of her own. Much to her own surprise,
Haruka easily blocked it and used a high crescent kick, connecting with
her opponent's temple. Defensive skills came to the forefront as Nabiki
rolled with the blow, gaining both the distance and time she needed to
recover. Her hand went to her temple where Haruka connected. It was
painful to the touch.

"All right, Flower Child," Nabiki used the derogatory name some used when
referring to Ohtori Academy students. "Bring it on so I can tell everyone
back at school what a bunch of wimps you Ohtori bitches are." No more
words were exchanged as the fight truly began.

A bright smile blossomed on Michiru as she looked on and admired her
handiwork. It was so much fun having women fight over her.


Ukyou Kuonji was beginning to wonder what was wrong with her plan.
Infiltrating the school twice without being spotted had been easy.
Stealing a male cadet's uniform from the men's locker room had been easy.
But the problems had seemed to come as she walked across the campus in her
search for Utena. As many students laid eyes on her, they seemed to stare
in awe or recoil in fright and ran away. She had perfected her male
mannerisms for years, so there was no chance they could see through her
disguise. The outfit she wore was indistinguishable from the other male
cadets. She went into the men's room and examined herself in a mirror to
see if she could spot some oddity which was making her stand out in the
crowd, but there was nothing.

So she continued walking around, gaining the variety of unusual reactions
from the crowd. She was almost desperate enough to ask someone what was
wrong when she found herself confronted by one of the students. It was a
girl, slightly taller than her and maybe a year older. She was attractive,
had curly, red hair that extended down to her shoulders, and wore a white
uniform that reminded Ukyou of the male cadet's outfits. What captured
Ukyou's attention was the look of pure anger on the girl's face. She was
so enraged that the muscles on her face were actually twitching. She heard
several people around her say, "I wondered when Juri would show up."

"You have a lot of nerve showing your face around here again," Juri spat
out.

Ukyou looked behind her to make sure the girl wasn't talking to someone
else. No one was there. "Umm. I've never been here before. You must have
me mistaken for someone else."

Ukyou hadn't thought it would be possible to get Juri any angrier. She was
wrong. "You pig! How dare you try to play dumb with me! It's only been a
year, but don't think that even a hundred years would erase the image of
your face that's burned in my mind!"

"No, really. I'm not whoever you think I am. My name's, uh," she had to
come up with one fast. "Ryouga Hibiki."

Juri didn't react to the lie. "Give it up, Ryuunosuke. I don't know what
your game is, or why you could have possibly come back here unless it was
to rub my face in my loss, but it doesn't matter. You shall pay! Sword
girl!"

A girl appeared next to Juri, bearing two swords in their scabbards. She
handed one to Juri. With a flick of the wrist the sword was pulled from
its sheath and pointed in Ukyou's direction. "Don't worry," Juri said.
"Unlike you, I have some honor, you backstabber."

Juri nodded her head towards the sword girl. The girl went up to Ukyou and
handed her the remaining sword. Ukyou accepted it out of reflex more than
anything else, though she didn't draw it from its scabbard. "Listen to me.
My name is not Ryuunosuke. I have never been to Ohtori Academy or seen you
before in my life. I'm just looking for Utena Tenjou. Once I find her,
I'll be out of your life forever."

Juri's sword remained in its guard position as she shifted her feet into a
combat stance. "Play ignorant all you want, but it will do you no good.
For the crimes you played against me and my heart, there can be never be
forgiveness, only blood and revenge. Prepare yourself!"

Ukyou left the sword where it was. "No. I refuse to engage you in a
pointless fight because of a case of mistaken identity." She was about to
add more, but had to duck to the side as Juri's sword thrust nearly caught
her in the face.

Juri backed up. "Don't worry, Ryuunosuke. For what we meant to each other
in the past, I won't kill you. I'll just scar you so you'll forever
remember the price of betrayal."

A second sword thrust nearly found its mark, and Ukyou at last drew her
own sword. The look on Juri's face indicated she wouldn't listen any
longer. The fight might not have been of her choosing, but Ukyou was
damned if she was going to play pincushion because some psycho with a
sword thought she was someone else. She would teach the Juri girl the
price one paid for attack a ninja of the Kuonji clan.


As Miki Karou walked back to where he had left Kodachi, he felt very
pleased with himself. It was turning out to be an unexpectedly wonderful
day. Kodachi Kunou had reentered his life, and everything seemed so much
brighter that it was almost as though nothing could go wrong. He was also
surprised by how emotional he felt about it. Had someone at the start of
the day mentioned that he would meet Kodachi, and he would feel so
ecstatic about her return, he would have called them foolish. Certainly he
and Kodachi had been close, but that had been ten years ago, and it had
only been a childhood friendship. Something to be treasured, but also not
something that could be taken that seriously. Yet almost from the first
instant he had laid eyes upon her, he felt his pulse race and his heart
beat more strongly in his chest. She had indeed grown beautiful, easily as
attractive as any girl he knew, including Anthy or Utena. Still, there was
something else about her. Something that went beyond mere appearance. It
was almost an instinctive thing. As he stepped over the unconscious
kangaroo, he began to wonder if perhaps his youthful relationship with
Kodachi had meant more to him that he originally believ...

Unconscious kangaroo? He looked back to take in the scene again. Certainly
strange things happened at Ohtori, like Anthy's explosive curry, the near
lynching of the Morobishi triplets at the hands of the female student
population, that little problem with the Arbyfish, and the whole sordid
'Case of the Haunted Jacuzzi,' but having battered foreign animals lying
strewn about the ground was something that just cried out "You'd better
take another look at this."

Upon looking more closely at the prone animal, Miki realized someone was
buried underneath it. He bent down, and with a great exertion lifted the
kangaroo, releasing whomever was trapped under it.

"Kodachi!" he cried out as recognized the figure.

Kodachi was at last was able to sit up and tried to regain her bearings.
Fighting the kangaroo had been difficult, as well as downright bizarre.
Not only was the peculiar nature of the battle enough to throw her off,
but there was the unorthodox fighting style of the animal, as well as the
fact it had a vicious right hook. Even Akane didn't have one as powerful
as that.

Miki heaved the unconscious animal to the side and bent down to examine
Kodachi. The words spilled from his mouth. "Are you all right? Are you
hurt? What happened?

"I'm fine," Kodachi assured him.

Miki carefully looked her over. Her skirt was torn in several places, her
hair was a mess, and it appeared that not only were her knuckles skinned,
but she was beginning to get a black eye. "You're hurt. Let me take you to
the infirmary."

Over her demure protests, he gently scooped her up, cradled her in his
arms and headed to the infirmary. Kodachi found herself surprised at how
gentle his grip was, and how excited she became as he carried her, almost
as though they were a married couple and he was bearing her over the
threshold. It felt right, in some peculiar way. And though a part of her
mind felt guilty about enjoying herself in a man's grasp other than Ranma,
since it was Miki, it would be all right. At least that was what she told
herself as she nestled slightly in his hold.


>From the balcony of the Tower of Roses, Touga continued holding his opera
glasses to his eyes as he surveyed his domain. Things appeared to be
happening all over campus at once. There was a runaway boxing kangaroo
attacking some student. People were flooding out of Utsutsu Hall where the
sound of steel was ringing loud enough to be heard even from Touga's
vantage point. And one of the Morobishis was being beaten by members of
the women's soccer team. Still, his eyes observed all that was going on as
he continued to look for something that cried out for his personal
attention.

At last he found it. In one of the rose gardens, the 'Iron Dyke' (as
Haruka Ten'ou was affectionately known by all who were not either one of
her fellow security cadets or one of her conquests) was engaged in a fight
with someone Touga was not familiar with. It was quite odd --not that
Haruka was in a fight, that was a commonplace occurrence- but that her
opponent was holding her own and was not a member of the Student Council.

Touga continued to watch. The opponent was unquestionably a girl, and
appeared to be dressed in the security cadet uniform of a different
school, one he did not recognize immediately. Perhaps it was a fight
between rivals from different schools. No doubt, given Haruka's
personality, she had made many enemies and this might very well have been
one that had come to challenge the tall blonde. Either the new girl was
incredibly courageous or stupid, challenging Haruka in her own backyard.
In either case, the matter might bare further investigation. He continued
observing the fight until he managed to get a good look at the new girl's
face.

"Oh, baby. You've certainly caught my interest." One glance was all it
took for Touga Kiryu to want to get to know the new girl better. It was
not so much that she was beautiful, Touga knew many women far more
attractive than the new girl, though her features were quite pleasing to
the eye. It was the look in her eyes as she fought Haruka. There was a
fire in there that called out to Touga in a way few women did.

His money, looks, influence, and charm made literally dozens of women fall
under the sway of his charms. After the first hundred or so, he grew bored
with them; it was the same thing over and over again and held only the
minimum of entertainment for him. But in the last year or so he had
discovered a new breed of woman, the only ones who could ignite his
desires anymore. It was the handful he knew whose spirits of independence
could come close to matching his own. Juri Arisugawa had been the first,
though he had not come close to catching her interest, and for the life of
him he could not figure out why. Utena Tenjou was the second girl that
attracted him even more, but again she seemed immune to his charms as
well. As vexing as both girls were, still they were able to hold his
interest and actually excite him, an effect very few women had on him
anymore. Actually, the sex he had with Kozue was better than what he had
experienced with most other women; it was just her personality that he
found dull and boring.

It was Touga's sincere hope that once he wooed either Utena or Juri, or
perhaps both, the spell they wove over him would not fade away. The effect
they had on him, even in resisting his charms, was most pleasing. Of
course, now there was another woman whose spirit might catch his interest
as well. It was a matter worth investigating, at any rate, so he made his
way downstairs and towards the garden where the battle was taking place.

He was only halfway there when he found himself stopped by Saionji, who
was moaning and cradling his right hand with his left. Curiosity got the
better of Touga as he asked, "What happened to you?"

"Some bitch broke my hand," Saionji whined.

Touga filled in the blanks. "I always told you, you were too free with
your slaps. It was only a matter of time before someone like Utena or Juri
made you pay for it. Now let me see your hand."

Saionji held out his broken hand and allowed Touga to grasp it. Touga's
hold was gentle as he looked at the hand, making sure not to pull or twist
it too suddenly. "Hmm. Tell me if this hurts."

He brought his fist down hard on top of Saionji's hand. A scream echoed
from one end of the campus to the other.

"Yes. It is broken. I recommend you go to the infirmary to have it checked
out." Touga released Saionji's hand, noting that the boy now chose to
slump to the floor rather than take his advice. Still, Touga was used to
Saionji ignoring him like that, and he had more important things to do
than help the injured youth to the infirmary. There was an attractive
woman he had to meet.

It was five minutes later that Saionji was only regaining his feet, when
the rest of his kendo team found him in the halls. Upon seeing Saionji's
condition, the remarks began to fly.

"Whoa! What happened to him?"

"He sure looks pathetic."

"It looks to me like he got his ass kicked by Juri."

"Nah. It looks more like Utena's work to me."

"I think Wakaba pistol whipped him again."

"ENOUGH!" Saionji roared. The indignity of it all. How dare they mock him
because a few women got lucky and attacked him when he had an off day. "A
coward struck me from behind when I was simply going to class. She
ambushed me from the shadows and was upon me before I knew what was
happening. I injured her grievously, and forced her to run away. However,
due to my own injuries, I have decided to seek out medical assistance
while I dispatch you to finish her off. The ter...hey! Where are you all
going?" Saionji called out to the backs of the group as they walked off.

One of the members turned. "Look, sempai. Just because some little girl
kicked your butt is no reason for us to do your dirty work. We're your
kendo team, not your lackeys."

Saionji's face turned purple, and it took all of his force of will to not
scream obscenities at the low-born simpletons. "I see. Then I suppose what
she said about us is true, that our kendo team is nothing more than a
bunch of pushovers that don't deserve to wear a hakama."

That made them stop. "She really said that?"

"I believe her words were, 'If the kendo team captain is this much of a
pushover, there's no reason for me to bother fighting the rest of his
team," Saionji said quite convincingly.

The fifteen members of the team looked at each other. At last they seemed
to come to a decision. "It does look bad that Saionji had the snot beaten
out of him by some little girl.:

"That isn't Juri or Utena," someone else added.

"Right," another confirmed. "Maybe we'd better let her know that all of us
aren't morons like Saionji."

"Or wimps like Saionji."

"Or perverts like Saionji."

"And that we don't go around slapping women like they were whores or
something like Saionji."

"ENOUGH!" Saionji roared again. "Just go out there and avenge my...I mean
the team's pride!"

And with that the fifteen men set off, not caring enough to give their
leader a backward glance.


"There are two girls fighting in the halls!"

Professors Chono and Sasaki heard the ring of steel on steel as people ran
to watch the battle between the swordswomen. A look of concern was
exchanged between the two men. "We'd better put a stop to this," Chono
said as he took a step down the hall as other students continued to speak.

"Wow! Juri sure is unloading on that guy."

"It's Ryuunosuke Fujinami. Are you surprised?"

"That she hasn't killed him yet? Yes."

The professors stopped where they were. Chono looked to Sasaki. "Juri
Arisugawa?"

"Most likely," Sasaki confirmed.

"I don't feel like displeasing that particular noble's daughter. I heard
the last professor that angered her ended up being relocated to Alaska and
was teaching the natives north of the arctic circle about the Empire,"
Chono said with a shudder.

"Let's just hope she doesn't kill the boy, eh?" Sasaki agreed as the two
decided to call it a day and see if they could make it to a bar and begin
drinking a little earlier than usual.


Ukyou Kuonji found herself hard pressed to defend against the insane red
head with a sword. It was not so much that Ukyou was unused to the weapon
she had --her grandfather had trained her extensively with swords in the
past-- it was that the girl was unbelievably good, quick, and powerful.
The ninja had yet to take the initiative since the fight started.

A tuck and roll got Ukyou out of the way of another flurry of strikes.
Juri's attacks were actually seeming to become stronger as time went on,
and Ukyou felt herself beginning to tire ever so slightly.

She tried a high overhand strike, hoping Juri would meet it high and leave
herself open to a blow to the chin. Instead, Juri caught the backside of
the descending blade and knocked Ukyou off-balance, connecting with a kick
to the ninja's stomach as she went past.

Ukyou ducked the next swing at her head. Sparks flew as Juri's sword
ricocheted off the brick wall behind Ukyou. The ninja's attempt at strike
to the taller girl's sword arm failed as Juri side-stepped the blow and
hit Ukyou in the back of the head with a hard backfist.

That was enough for the ninja. She did a backflip through the air,
narrowly missing Juri's blade. As she landed on her feet, about ten feet
away, she went into her shirt and threw a half dozen throwing spatulas at
the red-haired girl. Ukyou was dismayed to see Juri easily deflect each
one of them.

"I see you've changed your fighting style," Juri shouted. "It won't do you
any good. I'll still beat you, Ryuunosuke!"

"I'm not Ryuunosuke!" There was no further elaboration on Ukyou's part as
she was steadily driven back by Juri's blows. Ukyou began to wonder if she
would be able to win this fight even if she had been armed with her
spatula. She pushed such defeatist thoughts from her mind. She was a
Kuonji ninja, the best of her generation. She would win.

With renewed confidence she tried going on the attack again.


Akane Tendou continued walking through the halls of Ohtori, becoming
increasingly angry with the fact that she still hadn't managed to turn up
Utena Tenjou. Maybe the girl had somehow heard Akane was coming and had
decided to leave before the fight could take place, the coward.

Her search continued until it came to an abrupt halt as she found herself
confronted by a group of young men, each dressed in a hakama and bearing a
bokken.

"And you are?" Akane asked

"The Ohtori Academy kendo team."

Just what Akane needed, more bokken wielding twits like Kunou. "What do
you want?"

One of them said, "To avenge ourselves on you defeating our leader."

"Wait a minute," Akane said. "You mean the jerk with the greenish hair?"

"Yes," the speaker admitted. "Actually, we congratulate you on beating him
up. He is an insufferable prick. However, he is still out leader, and for
the insults you leveled against us, we must discipline you."

Akane sighed. More annoyances on her way to deal with Utena Tenjou. At
least this would give her a chance to get warmed up. She brought her fists
up. "All right. I'm always ready for a fight. Who's first?"

The speaker spoke again. "What do you mean 'first'?"

Akane found fifteen bokkens pointed in her direction. It was turning into
a really miserable day.


Kodachi kept finding herself involuntarily meeting Miki's eyes. They sort
of reminded her of Ranma's, in a way, although he and Miki were worlds
apart in personalities. Miki was much more soft spoken and openly caring.
He also carried much more confidence when he was around Kodachi then Ranma
normally did. And he acted every inch the lord he was taught to be. Though
unlike her brother, Kodachi found it appropriate on Miki.

Kodachi took another sip of her tea. After Miki had carried her to the
infirmary, she had received some bandages from the doctor and a clear bill
of health. Once Miki was certain she was all right, the two of them went
upstairs to the school cafeteria for tea. It was a far cry from the basic
one that was at the Imperial Academy, and rivaled the beauty of the one at
Blackhall. It was in the open air, and the designed columns made her think
once again of Roman architecture. The table were luxuriously designed as
well, being of an exotic carved wood from the mainland of China. It was a
befitting place for both herself and Miki to relax and drink tea.

The small talk exchanged between the two continued, and Kodachi found
herself surprisingly attracted to the friend of her youth. She wondered if
it had something to do with the cologne he wore, which was so similar to
the one Ranma seemed to use so often. She was glad she already had her
heart set on Ranma. A few months earlier and she might have been tempted
to ask Miki out. He was so sweet and caring, acting every inch the
gentleman, unlike that letch, Mikado Senzanzin. Yes, it was a very good
thing she had already come across Ranma in this world.

The conversation continued a little while longer before Miki at last asked
the question Kodachi had wanted to avoid. "What brings you to Ohtori
Academy?"

Kodachi supposed she should lie to him, but somehow couldn't bear to. "I'm
looking for Utena Tenjou."

That caught Miki's interest. "Why, if I may ask?"

Again Kodachi's feelings won out over her better judgment. Taking a deep
breath, she began, "There is this...young man I am interested in. He is a
very impressive individual whom I respect deeply and have come to care for
very much in the time that I have known him. We are destined for one
another." A brief fantasy began to overwhelm Kodachi, but she managed to
shake herself out of it. Actually, she shook herself out of it much more
quickly than she usually did, and wondered if perhaps being so close to
Miki might have had something to do with it.

"Go on," Miki insisted.

She found her heart pouring out to him, pleased that she now had someone
with which she could share her feelings. "I have discovered that a
disgusting, unworthy girl by the name of Utena Tenjou is in pursuit of
him. She has only recently met him, and has not known this man the way I
have, nor for as long. She is only a trollop that cannot possibly satisfy
or care for him in the way that he needs to be cared for. She would only
bring pain to him, and I would save him from that by telling her why the
two of them should not be together. I would protect him from her, no
matter the cost." Kodachi paused for a moment as she felt herself overcome
by emotion. She would save Ranma from Utena. She would.

Miki too felt himself overcome by emotion. At first, the whole matter went
right over his head, but as Kodachi continued with her speech, and spoke
with such heartfelt conviction to him, it suddenly made sense. A young man
that Kodachi thought Utena was interested in. Someone Kodachi had known
longer than Utena had. Someone that Kodachi cared for, and thought was
worthy of her attentions and whom she felt very protective towards.
Someone she felt so strongly about, that she had come to Ohtori to try to
dissuade Utena from pursuing him. It all made sense.

Kodachi was in love with Miki.

It was all such a surprise to him. He figured she must have been keeping
tabs on him and watching him from afar, no doubt afraid that he would not
return her affections should she make the source of them known. When she
saw he and Utena together, she must have misinterpreted the nature of
their relationship, although Miki could not deny that he was very
attracted to Utena, and that he had made tentative passes at her before.
Either Utena was not aware of them or was not interested, and Miki did not
want to press the issue. He was not Touga. Actually, he was quite shy when
it came to women, at least the ones that interested him. And of late, the
only ones that had truly interested him where Utena and Anthy, and his
feelings for Utena were much stronger.

But now there was Kodachi to consider. He could not deny the immediate
interest he felt upon meeting the old friend from his childhood. It was as
he had said before: she had grown into every inch a lady he could admire.
And there was that tingly feeling that had made its presence known when he
had picked her up and carried her to the infirmary. In truth, when he was
more than halfway there, a brief fantasy had entered into his mind of
taking Kodachi to his room instead and throwing her onto the bed there so
they could engage in matters other than checking her health. It was a
strange sensation, and he had immediately felt ashamed by the nature of
the fantasy with his childhood friend. But now, now it appeared that
Kodachi had similar feelings about him. He wasn't sure what to do about
it.

No, that wasn't exactly true. She needed to be reassured that her feelings
mattered to him. Kodachi would be at her most vulnerable now, having
confessed her attraction to him in a surreptitious manner that was
undoubtedly made to throw him off. It was a safe way of letting him know
her feelings without taking the risk of him rejecting her out of hand, not
that he would do such a thing to the sweet and gentle girl.

His hand found its way into hers. Kodachi gave a gasp at Miki's advance.
It was the sort of thing she would ordinarily have slapped a man for, but
she couldn't seem to summon any anger towards Miki, even if he was being
quite forward. The truth was, his touch was exciting her in the same way
Ranma's did, not that Ranma had ever touched her all that much. Her mind
told her to take her hand out of his, yet again she could not seem to do
it. It felt so nice having her hand held like that.

"You don't need to warn off Utena. She really isn't a bad person, and
perhaps you've misjudged what she means to him," Miki told her as he
brought his other hand up and began to run it along the hand he held.

Doubt began to fill Kodachi. "I'm not sure. You could be right, but I
suspect she has feelings for him, and that worries me because he might
return her affections instead of mine. I realize that sounds petty of me,
but he isn't experienced in the ways of love and could easily be swayed by
an insincere woman."

Miki could not help but feel Kodachi was right. In spite of having many
admirers, he had very little practical experience with members of the
opposite sex. Yet, as much as Kodachi excited him, he felt very much at
ease with her. Without realizing it, he drew his face closer to hers. "For
you, I'm certain he would find the ability to firm his resolve."

"Really?" Kodachi said as she drew closer to him as well.

"Yes." Their faces were no more than a several inches away when Miki's
elbow accidentally knocked his silverware on the floor. The noise seemed
to break the spell that had formed between the two, and each drew back in
guilt for what they had almost done.

"I'll get it," Miki said he bent below the table to pick up the
silverware. He couldn't believe what he had almost done to someone he
hadn't seen in a decade. It was wrong to try to move that fast and seduce
Kodachi, especially when she was at her most vulnerable.

Kodachi also felt shame for what she had almost done. She loved Ranma, not
Miki. Even if Ranma had slept with Utena, it did not give Kodachi the
right to kiss other boys. Or did it? Was it really fair that Ranma could
do whatever he wanted, engaging in any old sort of fling, and Kodachi
would have to sit on the sidelines, remaining chaste? She suddenly found
her thoughts in a turmoil. What did she really feel for Miki?


A figure stood at the edge of the doorway leading to the cafeteria,
watching Miki and Kodachi holding hands. How dare Miki try to make out
with some girl when he was supposed to get together with her. Well, she
had something that would put a stop to that. She pulled out the smoke bomb
she had picked up on the way to the cafeteria and lit the fuse. Drawing
back her arm, she wound up and threw the small projectile, confident it
would hit the mark.

It was almost to the target when Miki ducked under the table. The smoke
bomb bounced once on the table, catching Kodachi's attention. She had all
of one second to look at the round, blue orb before it went--

*POOF*

--and Kodachi found herself the sole recipient of the black cloud.

Miki finished picking up the silverware just as the cloud began to
disperse. As the vapors cleared, he saw that Kodachi's upper torso was
entirely black, and only the white of her eyes broke the image.

"Oh my goodness! What happened?" Miki asked.

Kodachi slowly rose to her feet. "I have been humiliated, and it was by
that person over there!"

The figure realized it had remained behind too long, cursing its terrible
luck. Kodachi had spotted her and it would be best to make a hasty
retreat. She spun on her heel and began to run down the hall.

She hadn't made it far when a broom hit her in the back of the legs,
knocking her to the ground. She tried to regain her feet, but it was too
late. Both Miki and Kodachi had caught up to her.

"Kozue!" Miki shouted in surprise. "Why did you do that to Kodachi?"

Kozue Karou, Miki's twin sister, scowled at him. "I wasn't trying to do
that to her, not that she didn't deserve it. I was trying to do it to
you."

"Why?" he asked

"Because you stood me up for our meeting so that you could romance her."

Miki slapped his forehead in frustration. "I'm sorry. When I saw Kodachi,
I got excited and forgot about our meeting." He was about to apologize
again when another thought occurred to him. "Why did you attack me though?
We weren't meeting for anything important."

"It wasn't because you stood me up. It was because you stood me up for
her!" Kozue leveled in accusing finger at Kodachi. "I remember you,
Kodachi Kunou! You were a mean and evil little girl. Growing up, you used
to terrorize me all the time. You'd throw mud at me and make me dirty. And
you'd drop snakes down my dresses. And you'd tie my hair into knots and
put bubble gum in it so I couldn't get them out. And you used to all sorts
of other things that made my life growing up hell. I hate you!"

Miki's hand found its way to the back of his head as a large sweatdrop
formed. "Ah, Kozue."

"Yes?"

"Kodachi didn't do those things to you. You did them to her."

"I did?" Kozue was momentarily confused. That wasn't right, was it? She
stopped and thought very carefully about it. "Oops! I guess you're right.
I did do those things and must have misremember it."

"I didn't misremember it," Kodachi said as she balled both fists and had
an unmistakable blue aura which both Karou's could plainly see. "In fact,
I never did properly repay you for making my life a hell like that!"

Kodachi took a step forward. Kozue's survival instincts took over as she
slowly tried to back away. Just as she turned to get a good run, Kodachi
snagged her by the back of her hair.

Miki couldn't watch. He covered his eyes and just listened to the dull
thud of flesh impacting on flesh. When the sounds stopped, he dared to
peek at the scene.

"Yuck!" Miki said as he examined the twitching pile of flesh that still
bore a resemblance to his sister. "Well, I have to say that she did have
that coming." Miki admitted to the much more satisfied looking Kodachi. At
least Kodachi had seemed to enjoy herself. It was nice that something good
had come of the whole situation.


The fist almost connected with Nabiki's head as she ducked under another
one of Haruka's blows and struck with an uppercut of her own. Nabiki had
no idea of how long that fight had gone, but it was staring to wear even
her nearly limitless energy down. Looking Haruka over, she judged that the
Ohtori security cadet was in even worse shape. Nabiki had hit her with
twice as many blows as she had received, and even though Haruka was
stronger, and her ability to absorb punishment might have been a bit
better than Nabiki's, it wasn't going to be enough. All it was going to
take was a matter of time before Nabiki won.

A satisfied grin was plastered across Michiru's face as she watched the
fight progress. It did appear that poor Haruka was losing the fight, but
she had no one to blame but herself for not being good enough to win. And
it would give Michiru a lot more free time to hit on whomever she wanted
without the prospective prey constantly looking over their shoulder in
fear that an Amazonion security cadet was barreling down upon them. As
'nice' as Haruka was, sometimes her possessiveness was a real turn off.

"I see your handiwork in all of this, Michiru."

Michiru turned in surprise at the sound of the voice of the man that was
suddenly appeared next to her. She might not have been a martial artist,
but her powers of perception were excellent. It was a surprise that
someone as big as Touga Kiryu could have sneaked up on her.

"President Touga," she said dreamily as she unleashed her most powerful
longing stare and latched onto his arm. "Oh my. Being so close to you
makes me feel weak. Small wonder that no woman can say 'no' to you. Say
the word and I'll go straight just for you, my lord." She ran a hand over
an area of his body that she was certain would get her a response.

It did, in a way. Touga detached himself from her arm and cradled her
chin, tilting it upward so she was looking directly into his eyes. He gave
her the softest look he could muster. "I now understand why Saionji finds
it so easy to slap women around. Just be thankful I'm a better man than
he'll ever be."

"But I like being slapped. Especially by strong people. Why do you think I
hang around Haruka so much?" Michiru said coyly. "Don't you find me the
least bit tempting?"

"Slut," Touga said as he released her chin and ignored her from that point
onward. He missed the evil stare she shot at him for turning her down so
contemptuously. She'd get back at him. Not today, but someday. Definitely
someday.

Touga waited for a moment when the two fighters parted and tried to catch
their breath. It was obvious the new girl was going to win, but it would
appear more dramatic if he was there to save the day now. And it was more
likely Haruka would actually listen and back off if she was losing.

"Haruka," Touga said in a warning voice that carried the full tone of
authority that he was so used to wielding.

Haruka seemed to notice him for the first time. She gasped out, "Fuck off,
Prez! This isn't any of your concern."

"Oh? When a new girl visits our campus and is attacked by a member of my
school's security directorate, it isn't any of the Student Council's
concern?" Touga asked, maintaining his authoritative posture.

"This is matter between different branches of the Junior Security
Directorate. One of the few things you have no influence over," Haruka
spat out. "Now run along and play with your sticks with the other members
of your little council."

Haruka was becoming increasingly insufferable of late, Touga thought. What
she said was true, to a degree. The Junior Security Directorate was very
independent of the normal school functions, and even the Student Council
could only affect it slightly without there being repercussions from the
true Security Directorate itself. One thing the 'spooks' were was
territorial. Technically Dean Fuji had the final say on all matters
concerning the school, and how the Junior Directorate functioned within
it, but the reality was he would respond to pressure brought upon him if
it appeared he was singling out the Directorate for some reason.

That the Iron Dyke was the second most powerful member of the Ohtori
Security Directorate, right after that charismatic bastard, Mikage, was
another problem. There had been many instances of friction between the
Council and the Directorate of late, and it had been getting increasingly
worse, not better. The Directorate's desire to snub the Council was
becoming increasingly irritating, and Touga wondered if he was going to
have to take steps to ensure that things at the school continued to run
smoothly once again.

"Leave her alone, Haruka," Touga ordered.

The command officially put Haruka on the defensive. She was not winning
her battle with the Impy bitch, and now Touga was butting his nose in
where it didn't belong. Probably for the sake of the new girl, knowing his
craving for women. About the only woman Touga hadn't try to hit on Haruka
himself. Even he wasn't stupid enough to try that.

As for what to do now, it had become clear to Haruka that the fight had
become one she was not going to win and her options were limited. The idea
that she would have to back down so openly to Touga was almost enough to
make her act recklessly and charge him in an effort to get back some of
the respect that she would lose if she was to turn tail and run.
Especially with Michiru looking on.

Then the odds switched in her favor as five other security cadets rushed
to the impromptu battleground. That brought a smile to Haruka's face. Even
Touga, as good as he was, couldn't take on five well-trained opponents at
the same time. The smirk she gave in Touga's direction improved her
outlook considerably, even if he refused to act put off by the appearance
of her reinforcements. "It looks like the shoe's on the other foot. Leave
now. The Impy bitch is mine."

Nabiki finished watching the little power struggle going on and spoke to
Touga. "I appreciate the offer, but I take care of my own fights. You'd
better back off. I can handle them."

Much to her surprise, rather than retreat, Touga gave a little chuckle and
moved next to her. "It wouldn't be very gentlemanly for me to leave you to
take on all of these brutes by yourself. Please forgive me if I seem rude
and refuse your recommendation." He kept one hand on his hip, giving every
indication he was still relaxed, but Nabiki could sense the tension in him
build up as he prepared for the upcoming battle.

Haruka found herself at something of a loss. She had genuinely thought
Touga was going to back off. The man was behaving like an idiot, again
probably to impress the girl. There was no way he would stand a chance.
However, that presented a problem for Haruka. Regardless of how much she
hated the Council in general, and Touga and Juri in particular, beating up
the president was going to cause all sorts of problems for her and the
Directorate. She was uncertain if she was really prepared to take the next
step in escalating the little war that was going on among the students of
Ohtori.

And then the matter was taken out of her hands.

"What's going on here?"

Haruka turned to the sound of the voice she knew all too well. Of course
she would be here. Wherever Little Touga Kiryu went, the lamb, Nanami, was
sure to follow. Of course this lamb had teeth, and she hadn't come alone.
Three other girls Haruka recognized as Nanami's favored trio of
subordinates were right behind her. All of them wore the same expression
of concern and suspicion that their leader had.

That changed everything. Haruka had seen Nanami in action before, and knew
she was a little hellcat when it came to a fight. If she felt her brother
was threatened, that would make her all the more vicious. Haruka could
take her easily enough in a one-on-one, but none of the other members of
her reinforcements were that good. Nanami's three friends excelled at
hand-to-hand as well and were at least as good as three of the other
Directorate cadets present. The numbers might have been even, but the
reality was the advantage was now Touga's once again.

As loathe as Haruka was to back off, she had no choice. She maintained her
dignity, not rushing away, but leaving the battlefield slowly, clearly
showing no signs of fear. "I won't forget this, Touga Kiryu. Nor you,
Nabiki Tendou." She made certain those two could see her face and knew it
was no idle threat. Turning away from them, Haruka was dismayed to see
that Michiru had already left. She was going to have to talk to her
girlfriend again about staying away from worthless sluts like Nabiki
Tendou. Michiru was Haruka's property, and it was obvious she was going to
have to be reminded of that little fact.

Nabiki watched as Haruka and the others departed. How nice. She had
unexpectedly made some new friends today, and given Haruka Ten'ou's
attitude, Nabiki would not have been surprised in the least if the two
crossed paths once again. This little visit to Ohtori was proving itself
to be just too much fun.

A handkerchief was held before Nabiki. Her eyes followed the hand it was
attached to. She had heard Haruka call the man Touga, but she didn't
recognize him. She was about to ask him what the handkerchief was for when
she felt something wet at the side of her mouth. She felt what it was with
her finger, and as she withdrew it, saw that there was now a small bit of
blood trickling from a cut next to her lip. One of Haurka's punches must
have done more damage than she had realized.

Accepting the offered handkerchief, Nabiki reached out for it, her hand
lightly brushing Touga's. As the two hands made flesh-to-flesh contact
with one another, Nabiki was surprised to feel the same sensation she had
when she came into contact with Ranma. Looking at Touga, she saw that he
too looked surprised, and wondered if the same thing had happened to him,
as unlikely as it seemed. He was very handsome, and had a presence that
commanded attention. He was very tall as well, tall enough that Nabiki had
to crane her neck slightly upward to look him in the face, given how close
they were together. So very much unlike Ranma, yet he somehow produced a
similar effect upon her.

The heat seemed to rise to Nabiki's face, and she chided herself for the
loss of control. She wasn't some simpering school girl that swooned at a
pretty face. She didn't even swoon for Ranma, at least most of the time.
Certainly she wasn't going to go soft just because she met some
good-looking guy that carried himself like a noble. Kunou did that, and
she didn't react this way to him. Of course, comparing Touga to Kunou was
sort of like comparing herself to Ukyou: Nabiki was better in every way.
It was clear as night and day who the more impressive noble was. There
were those that could act the part of noble and then there were those who
were nobles. Still, she never cared much for the stuffed shirts that made
up the members of the nobility before, and she had no intention of
starting now.

Then Touga drew closer, ruining her concentration again. The man was
proving himself irritating, even if it was a pleasant form of irritation.
She said, "Thank you for your assistance. Lord...?"

"My name is Touga Kiryu, but please, don't call me lord. That word feels
inappropriate to describe me if it passes from your lips. Please call me
Touga. Miss...?"

"Nabiki Tendou." Nabiki thought to herself that Touga was definitely close
enough to be violating her 'personal space,' yet again she couldn't seem
to bring herself to back away. She wasn't basking in his presence, it was
more like she did not mind his closeness. At least that was what she told
herself.

"Nabiki Tendou," Touga repeated, savoring the way the name rolled off his
tongue. "A powerful name for a powerful woman."

Under ordinary circumstances, Nabiki would have been unmoved by the
flattery, but due to the genetic alterations performed on her, her body
betrayed her and she found herself affected by the praise, largely in part
because of the sincerity that seemed to be behind it. She was going to
maintain some degree of formality though. "Thank you for the compliment."

Nabiki had not been wrong in assuming Touga's compliment had been sincere.
Almost from the instant he was in her presence, Nabiki seemed to be
producing the same sensations in him that Utena and Juri did. Forcing
himself to take things slowly, he made a more careful examination of
Nabiki, now that he was right next to her. He noted that she filled out
her uniform nicely. Her bust was neither overgenerous nor small. She was
on the tall side, but not the least bit lanky and carried herself well,
and his own impressive height still allowed him to tower over her. His
earlier, distant assessment of her looks had been accurate. She was
attractive, though not overly beautiful as Michiru was. The characteristic
that really caught his interest and made her stand out from almost all of
the other women he knew was the look in her eyes. It was obvious the girl
possessed intelligence, as well as spirit and courage. An exceedingly rare
combination indeed.

Unless he was terribly mistaken, and after many years of judging women he
was rarely that,  he was having an effect on her too. There was a blush on
her cheeks that had only increased after her fight had ended, and she was
studying him with an admiring, if guarded, eye. It was a look that
expressed both interest and caution.  She was evaluating him as they
spoke, rather than being blinded by his charm and good looks. He found
that to his liking as well. His body urged him to move in on her quickly,
which made it that much harder to employ the caution which would be needed
in dealing with Nabiki Tendou.

As the duo studied one another, while they each tried to force their
bodies and thoughts into focus, they lost track of the time. It wasn't
until someone gave a loud 'Ahem!' that they snapped out of their mutual
observations.

Nanami Kiryu was not amused. At first it was because the butch bitch,
Haruka Ten'ou, had dared to threaten her brother. Luckily, Nanami and her
friends had come along to save the day. But instead of thanking her and
showering her with appreciation, Touga was only paying attention to the
girl in the strange uniform. Paying too much attention, as far as Nanami
was concerned. The glint in her brother's eyes reminded her all too much
of the one he usually had when dealing with Utena Tenjou.

Realizing his lack of manners, Touga turned to his sister. "Thank you for
your timely arrival, Nanami. Miss Tendou and I are both grateful for your
assistance. Things might have turned out quite differently if you hadn't
arrived when you did."

What anger Nanami had initially felt melted away. "Of course, big brother.
Anything for you."

Touga took it upon himself to formally introduce Nabiki and Nanami to one
another. Nabiki noticed how Nanami's starry-eyed demeanor switched to cold
suspicion when she regarded her. A cold smile met Nanami's equally cold
greeting, and Nabiki found herself wondering if Nanami thought that she
was trying to come on to Touga and considered the junior security cadet
'unworthy' of her older brother. The more she thought about it, the more
it felt right and the more it irritated her. It was an all too familiar
opinion that Kodachi freely expressed when Nabiki was around Ranma. The
idea that some noble considered herself superior to Nabiki because of
something so simple as what family she was born into annoyed her to no
end.

To test her theory, Nabiki moved even closer to Touga, all the while
making it appear she was unaware of her action. She was rewarded by an
even colder glare from Nanami. In response to the noble's scowl, Nabiki
remained right where she was.

Touga hardly felt like complaining at Nabiki's new closeness, though he
also noticed that his sister had a very growing, and open, resentment.
There were times when her overprotectiveness vexed him. Sometimes he
wondered if she thought there was any girl worthy of his attentions.
Still, she was his sister, and he found it difficult to reprimand her for
caring so much about him. That still left the problem of her interfering
with his attempt to get to know Nabiki better. "Nanami. It's getting time
for your next class."

Nanami became suspicious at the sudden change of topic. "Would you escort
me to it, big brother?"

He resisted the hopeful look she gave him. "You're not a little girl
anymore. You don't need me to escort you to class. Besides, I'm going to
show Miss Tendou around."

"I can help," Nanami insisted as she renewed her glare at Nabiki.

Nabiki responded to that with, "Oh, you shouldn't skip your class. An
education is very important, especially in one so...young."

Nanami was about to give a short retort, filled with defamations about
Nabiki's sexual habits, when Touga spoke up again.

"Well put, Miss Tendou."

Nanami looked Touga, betrayed. "But big brother-"

"Enough, Nanami," Touga said. "Go to your class. I'll take care of matters
here."

Demurely, Nanami pouted, but managed a, "Yes, big brother." Before she and
her trio of friends left, she shot Nabiki a look that rivaled the one
Haruka had given when she had departed. Nabiki couldn't help but think
that it was continuing to turn into an interesting day, all right.

Once Nanami was out of sight, Touga's mood brightened considerably.
"Nicely done," he told Nabiki.

"You weren't so bad yourself," she responded. "Is she always like that?"

"Regrettably, most of the time," Touga admitted. "Still, she is my sister,
and I try to look out for her." He decided to switch the topic of the
conversation and try to learn more about the fascinating Nabiki Tendou.
"So what brings you to our quiet little academy?"

Nabiki considered continuing her lie, but she had the feeling Touga would
be able to se right through it. On the bright side, she doubted he was
trying to set her up to be beaten by a boyfriend of his. She opted for the
truth while trying not to reveal too much. "I have to see Utena Tenjou.
It's sort of personal business though."

"Really?" That caught Touga's attention. So one remarkable girl he knew
had some sort of connection with another remarkable girl he had just met.
Interesting indeed. "Tell me more. Perhaps I can help you."


Another swing of the sword nearly took Ukyou's head off. It was quickly
becoming obvious that this was the deadliest fight she had ever been in,
including all of her fights with Ryouga. In spite of Juri's declaration
earlier in the battle about not trying to kill her, the attacks the
red-haired girl was using involved fatal strokes and it was taking
everything Ukyou had to fend them off. Not that Ukyou herself was not
retaliating with deadly force of her own, it was just that Juri's number
of attacks and quality of strikes were far outperforming anything Ukyou
was managing. As Ukyou continued to find herself driven backwards by the
force of the assault, she noticed that her opponent's anger had not abated
in the slightest. Even Ryouga would have had difficulty maintaining that
level of emotion for that amount of time.

Ukyou found herself driven to the dead end of a long hall with neither
windows nor doors that led to the outside. Her attempts to get past Juri
failed, so she took the only option remaining and entered a room on the
left, hoping there was a side door or window she could duck out of. Upon
entering the room, a quick glance showed it to be a kendo training hall,
complete with racks of wooden bokkens, but devoid of any people. There
were no doors, save the one she had come through, and the only windows
were set high in a far wall and had iron bars across them. Ukyou was
trapped.

Desperation took over as Ukyou decided to try one last gamble to win her
duel. She feinted an attack, forcing Juri to back off for a second.
Backing up herself, Ukyou gained the ten feet she needed. From within the
confines of one of her pockets came her last trick. Ukyou hurled the
small, pellet-like smoke bomb at Juri's feet. The detonation caught Juri
off guard and she began coughing as she inhaled a lung full of smoke.

Ukyou was on her in an instant, charging through the cloud and hitting
Juri squarely in the chest with her lowered shoulder. The blow sent Juri
sprawling to the floor, barely keeping her grip on her sword. The impact
had thrown her out of the cloud, which was what saved her as she Ukyou
come after her, sword swinging. Juri barely got her blade up in time to
keep Ukyou from connecting. The blades locked up as Ukyou bore down with
all of her weight over the prone Juri, her superior leverage giving her
the advantage at last.

Juri was forced to turn her blade so that she could grip her weapon with
her free hand near the point, in order to keep Ukyou from impaling her.
Slowly she felt Ukyou increasing her pressure and slowly force the blade
closer to Juri's own.

"No!" Juri's mind rebelled at the very thought of losing to the 'man' that
had already taken away her dignity and heart. With all of her will, Juri
refused to lose.

As all of her thoughts focused onto that one idea, it was then that the
stress of the situation caused the activation word to touch the back of
her mind and Juri Arisugawa had her first taste of the subliminal control
program that the scientists of the Phoenix Project dubbed 'the boost.'

A wild surge of power filled her veins and permeated her entire being. As
though Ukyou were a child moving in slow motion, Juri was able to bend her
arms slightly, then thrust them forward, hurling Ukyou away, the leverage
advantage she once possessed becoming meaningless.

Ukyou too was stunned by the impossible turn of events as she found
herself colliding with a rack of kendo sticks upon her landing. The impact
knocked the wind out of her, and she had only just managed to sit up when
Juri came flying across the room and struck once again.

It was Ukyou's turn to barely get her sword up in time as Juri brought her
blade downward towards Ukyou's head. The force of the first blow sent a
shock down Ukyou's arm. Even Ryouga had never landed so powerful a strike.
A second two handed strike was blocked and Ukyou's arm went completely
numb. Juri was relentless as a third stroke shattered Ukyou's sword,
breaking it in half. The fourth impact knocked the hilt from Ukyou's now
nerveless fingers. The rage in Juri's face promised no mercy as the fifth
strike slashed towards Ukyou's middle and she heard the ripping of the
material of her shirt, though there was no pain that followed. Juri drew
back one more time, and Ukyou knew it would be the final blow. She tried
being brave as she forced herself to watch, knowing she needed to face her
end with courage. Involuntarily she flinched as the sword descended
downward and...

...stopped half way towards her. It remained there for a moment before
Ukyou understood that it wasn't going to come any closer. She switched her
attention from the blade to the wielder, and looked into a face from which
all of the blood had drained.

"I...I...it can't be," Juri stammered out as she pointed her sword at
Ukyou.

It took the ninja a moment to realize Juri wasn't so much staring at her
as much as she was at her chest. Ukyou followed Juri's gaze to see that
not only had her shirt been slashed through, but her chest bindings as
well. Ukyou's breasts were now exposed for the world to see, and from the
crowd that had gathered at the doorway that had wanted to watch the end of
the fight, a good portion of the world was seeing it. Ukyou gave a yelp
and tried to cover up as best as she could.

Meanwhile, Juri was still staring in shock at her prone opponent. "You
can't be a girl. I know you always acted feminine, but you said it was
because your mother was crazy and wanted a girl so badly that she tried to
make you into one. That was the truth. There's no way you could have been
a girl all the time. You're a guy," she almost pleaded.

"I told you I'm not this Ryuunosuke guy. My name's Ukyou Kuonji and I've
always been a girl!"

Juri didn't hear a thing. Her mind had simply seized up at the
impossibility of Ryuunosuke being a girl the entire time and the
implications of what that meant. All her strength seemed to leave her as
the sword fell from her hand and she walked off, as though in a trance.

Ukyou just watched as Juri departed, trying to figure out exactly what had
just happened.


It was an hour later that the bruised and battered form of Ukyou Kuonji
found enough material to cover up her chest and finally locate the dorm
where Utena lived at. It turned out to be a hall that was currently being
renovated. Utena and her roommate were the only ones living in the entire
building. Evidently there had been some sort of incident where Utena's
room had been destroyed and the only place left for her and her roommate
to relocate to was the partially completed hall. That suited Ukyou just
fine. That meant the likelihood of interference was next to nothing.

As Ukyou pounded on the door, she debated whether or not to simply punch
Utena out as soon as she answered the door, just on general principles.
After all, if it hadn't been for Utena and her lascivious ways, Ukyou
would never have been near Ohtori or had to go through the hell that she
suffered through today.

After knocking for three minutes, Ukyou tried to decide what to do next.
She was damned if she was going to go home without a confrontation of some
kind. There was no way a simple locked door was going to keep a ninja of
her skills out. She began walking around the building, looking at all of
the windows. When she at last spotted one with several plants hanging from
it, she knew she had found the correct one.

Ukyou pulled out a grappling hook and, after catching it on the roof,
climbed up the wall and towards the window. She looked through the glass
and saw numerous personal effects strewn throughout the room, including a
men's school uniform sitting on the bed. That was all the confirmation she
needed.

After her last escapade with climbing through someone's window, Ukyou was
careful to check for any ninja traps. Her caution paid off as she found
and disabled several traps. Once those were out of the way, she settled in
and waited for Utena to show her ugly face.


"Here we are," Touga saw with a tinge of regret as he led Nabiki to the
hall where Utena now resided in.

Nabiki noticed the disappointment in Touga's voice, and was surprised to
discover she felt the same way. She had spent the better part of the
afternoon with him and not a moment of it felt like it had been wasted.
Touga had proved a dynamic conversationalist and had a quick mind with an
even sharper wit. The only real drawback she had noticed was that he
tended to be an overly smooth talker and was a bit too heavy on the
flattery. Aside from that he was quite charming, and she still felt a
little thrill run through her the longer she stayed in his presence.

As time went on, she became convinced that Touga was attracted to her, and
she was forced to admit that the feeling was mutual. It wasn't love, but
she thought to herself it was a lucky thing for Ranma that Nabiki was a
one guy at a time kind of girl. Of course, that also meant that Ranma was
going to be a one girl kind of guy, even if he didn't know it yet. If
Nabiki was going to be restricted to a single relationship, then the same
rule applied to Ranma.

"It's a shame the day must end now," Touga said, interrupting Nabiki's
thoughts.

"The day's not over yet," Nabiki pointed out.

"It feels as though it is, now that we are parting company."

A very smooth talker, Nabiki noted. However, she admitted that he did have
a point. It did feel as though something were ending, and Nabiki wasn't as
looking forward to beating up Utena as she had been earlier in the day.
Like Touga, she didn't want to leave either, but she had a mission to
perform and he was a distraction she could no longer afford.

Nabiki knocked on the door. "Who knows? It's a small world. Maybe we'll
run into each other again."

Touga smiled. "Then let it be so long rather than good bye, so that we
assure ourselves that we will meet again." He grasped Nabiki's left hand
and slowly drew it up as he lowered his head at the same time. He gave her
more than enough time to realize what his intentions were and remove her
hand from his grasp. There wasn't the least bit of resistance. He brought
the back of her hand to his lips, and kissed it. That wonderful sensation
he felt in Nabiki's presence grew stronger as his lips met her hand. As
she looked up, he saw that her cheeks had once again flushed red, as they
had done several times during the course of the afternoon. There was no
other reaction on her part, though. A woman of remarkable control.

Touga was about to leave when he noticed that no one had answered the
door. He mentioned this to Nabiki.

"I'll just wait,' she assured him, no wanting to stay in his presence much
longer, given the state of turmoil her mind was in from the kiss. A little
distance was what she needed right now.

Touga shrugged, then pulled out a key. "As president of the Student
Council, I have access to any of the buildings. Not that I would let just
anyone into a closed dorm, but I have a feeling you're trustworthy.

He unlocked the door for her and let her inside. It was only after the
door closed behind her, with Touga on the outside, that she felt herself
calm down. She tried putting Touga Kiryu out of her mind by focusing on
what Utena had done with Ranma. It worked, to a degree, as some of the
excited feelings she had felt towards Touga began to drift away from her.
It was a good thing Ranma hadn't been around to see her behaving like
that. On the other hand, it might also serve to make him jealous and not
take her for granted the way he usually did. A jealous Ranma. Now that was
a though to consider, especially if it meant seeing Touga Kiryu again. The
wheels of Nabiki's mind turned as she tried to locate Utena's room.


Ordinarily, Akane Tendou would have felt quite satisfied with herself,
having defeated fifteen kendoists in the same day. She knew that
somewhere, high up above, her mother was looking down and felt proud that
her daughter had followed so closely in her footsteps. On the downside,
Akane Tendou was breathing hard, her body ached with injuries and fatigue,
and her uniform was ripped in the kami only knew how many places. In a
handful of words, she looked like shit. She felt like shit. She would have
been dead meat if the dishonorable groups of thugs had actually been able
to charge her all at once. As it was, they were still able to attack her
in two-by-two waves one after another. It had taken all of her skills, and
still she had suffered dozens of hits, but in the end it was she who had
been standing victorious and that group of idiots.

After being bludgeoned so badly for no real reason, Akane was in a foul
mood. Realizing that her injuries were going to slow her down, it was
going to make her victory over the tramp, Utena, all the more difficult.
That the amount of pain she was in really bothered her, put her in the
foulest mood of all. So when she had finally broken down and asked someone
where Utena Tenjou lived, and had found the place, Akane was really
fuming. She didn't even bother with knocking on the door; with one mighty
foot she kicked the door down.

"Knock, knock! Guess who's here!" Akane shouted as she went to confront
Utena Tenjou.


Kodachi Kunou decided there was only one nice thing about her ash covered
upper torso: it hid the black eye she was now sporting from the damnable
boxing kangaroo. Regrettably, there was nothing she could do about the
rips in her dress, so she would just have to look like she had just been
thrown from a train. She must have looked terrible, but there was nothing
to be done about it. She wasn't about to leave after all she had gone
through. Utena had to learn how things were going to work from now in
(i.e.: she would never have further contact with Ranma ever again or she
would be beaten into a bloody pulp.) It was simple and straight forward,
something a simple (very simple) and straightforward person like Utena
would understand.

Kodachi realized she could not be entirely disappointed with the way the
day had gone. Meeting Miki again after all of those years was a wonderful
thing. Actually it was about the only good thing that had come about from
the whole sordid Utena affair. But it made her feel as though all of the
hassles and humiliations she had put up with had been worthwhile. The two
had already promised to get in touch with one another again, and Kodachi
meant to keep up her end of the bargain. If only for Miki's sake.

She had parted company with Miki earlier, after he had given her
directions to Utena's dorm. Kodachi had managed to hide what she business
she had with Utena, and once Miki realized that, he didn't try to press
the issue. However, Kodachi was annoyed to discover that Miki apparently
had a great deal of contact with Utena, and from the way he had said the
pink-haired girl's name, it sounded as though he might have had feelings
for her. Kodachi hoped that was not the case. It was obvious the girl was
a complete slut, hopping in the sack with Ranma after she had just met
him. She might very well have the same designs on Miki, and he deserved
better than that. He should be with a nice lady of the nobility who was
soft, caring, intelligent, beautiful, and would take the time to listen to
both his words and his gentle spirit. Someone like...Kodachi herself, only
it couldn't be her since she already had her sights set on Ranma. But Miki
did deserve someone like Kodachi, so she would simply take it upon herself
to try to get rid of his desires for Utena and try to redirect them to a
more worthy source. But not her, Kodachi reminded herself. It had to be
someone else. Even though Miki had grown into a gentle and sweet caring
young man that any woman would be lucky to have.

The afternoon had made it clear he was quite a contrast to Ranma. Miki was
refined, where Ranma was rough. Soft spoken where Ranma tended to be
brash. More open with his emotions where Ranma tended to be subdued. It
was a wonder she could find herself so taken with two such extreme
opposites. Although she was really only taken with one of them, and not
the other, or so she reminded herself.

Shaking that matter from her mind, Kodachi approached the dorm that Miki
had given her the directions to, only to discover that the door to the
place had somehow been knocked off its hinges. Kodachi looked around
again, making certain that it was indeed the right place. Once again
reaffirming it was, she went inside, curious as to what might be going on.


Anthy Himehiya approached her dorm, intent on cleaning up the place now
that her classes were finished and she had taken care of her rose garden.
It was as she arrived at the remains of her entryway door that she noticed
something peculiar.

"I believe someone is in my dorm." She went inside and headed directly
towards the room she and Utena shared. Since Utena was at a tournament in
Hokkaido and owned a key to the dorm, that left her out as the one who had
broken down the door. She would have waited for Anthy to show up first in
any case. That meant there were most likely some intruders in their place.
It wouldn't be the first time it had happened, though usually they were
less destructive when they tried to get in.

As Anthy arrived at the top of the stairs, she heard four distinct voices
arguing with one another, none of them belonging to Utena. She walked to
her room and saw that there were four girls already there. All of them
appeared as though they had been in a fight, and a very big one at that.

Kodachi noticed Anthy first. "Who are you?" Her question gained the
others' attention as they stopped arguing with one another to look the new
girl over.

"I'm Anthy Himehiya." She bowed before the girls. "And you must be the
intruders who broke into myself and Miss Utena's home. Miss Utena told me
quite specifically what to do with intruders when she wasn't here to deal
with them. Although it is unusual for it to be girls instead of boys. You
didn't steal any of our underwear or try to grab some locks of hair from
Miss Utena's brush, did you?"

"Ah, no," Akane said, bewildered at the whole nature of the conversation.

"Good. That makes things easier," Anthy replied.

Before any of the girls could say anything further, an invisible force
encircled their bodies, completely immobilizing them. Immediately their
voices began shouting in protest, but their pleas fell on deaf ears as
they found themselves telekinetically lifted up off the ground and put
back to back in mid air. No matter how hard they tried, none of them could
move an inch.

"What are you going to do with us?" Ukyou asked.

Anthy retrieved a coil of rope from Utena's closet. "It's nothing to worry
about. You'll find out soon enough."

Anthy's blissful smile did nothing to reassure any of the girls.


Juri lay on her back on the stone bench in the middle of one of the
numerous rose gardens present on the Ohtori grounds. An arm was across her
face, masking her eyes, though leaving her mouth uncovered so that she
could speak clearly. Her other arm lay limply hanging over the edge of the
bench, giving her the appearance of someone trying to get some sleep. The
opposite was true, though. Her thoughts were in such turmoil that she
needed to give voice to them before any relaxation could be had.

"It all started two years ago, long before I joined the council. I know
you're aware of the rumors that circulated, and I never saw the need to
correct them since the end result would have been the same even if the
truth had been known. But the whole sordid affair was worse than you can
imagine.

"Ryuunoske Fujinami. Shiori Takatsuki. Juri Arisugawa. A triangle of
friends, or so it seemed. Ryuunoske was the captain of the fencing team,
and I was his star teammate, eventually surpassing him in ability, despite
being a year younger. We got along fabulously. Shiori was my best friend,
though she got along very well with Ryuunosuke too. But there came a day
when I discovered I was in love, and as longtime friends were apt to do
with one another, I told Shiori that I loved someone. I was deliberately
vague, for I had fear of my innermost feelings becoming known, and could
only speak of things in the most obscure terms. I veiled things so she
wouldn't suspect who it was I cared for, until I knew my feelings might be
returned. I was frightened, for if my feelings were rejected, things could
never be the same. Shiori gave me a rose that day, and told me not to
worry, for sometimes miracles come true.

"A lie. There are no such things as miracles.

"How little I truly knew. Shiori assumed I meant Ryuunosuke, and she
became jealous. She knew that our friendship would be forever changed
between the two of us because I would be taking on a lover, a lover that
she too craved, or at least that was what she thought I wanted. She was
only half wrong. Our friendship would indeed have been changed forever had
my true feelings became known, one way or another.

"Shiori made her move the very next day. She believed Ryuunosuke cared for
me, and lied to him by telling him that there was someone I loved, someone
other than him. What a joke, she told 'lies' that were actually the truth,
though she had no way of knowing.

"After that 'revelation', they quickly fell in love, and I only discovered
that fact after the two of them transferred away from Ohtori. Everyone
knew what had happened but me. I didn't find out until it became too late
to do anything about it. Later, Shiori sent me a note telling me that she
knew I must have hated her for her actions, and also that she still had no
regrets for what she had done. And the worst part was, I couldn't seem to
bring myself to hate her.

"How can someone be so right for so many wrong reasons?

"Oh the bitter irony. Shiori had misinterpreted what I meant when I told
her in those veiled terms that there was someone I loved. I did care for
Ryuunosuke, but not in that way. Never in that way.

"The one I was in love with was Shiori."

"Ah ha!" Touga said in satisfaction from his seat on the stone bench
across from Juri. "You're a lesbian. That explains why you were so
resistant to my charms."

"That and the fact that I have good taste," Juri said.

"So how do you feel now that you've confronted the one you improperly
blamed for taking the love of your life away and discovered that he as
actually a she?" Touga asked, now concerned.

The arm moved away from Juri's face as she sat up to look at Touga. "You
think I would be angry at having been lied to all of that time, but
curiously, I feel better. I mean, I never guessed that Ryuunosuke was
actually a girl, but now that the truth has come to light, it changes
everything. I had always blamed myself for missing my opportunity by not
telling Shiori the truth and letting my feelings for her be known. Maybe
she would have turned me down. Maybe not. But it was the not knowing that
drove me crazy and made me so full of depression and rage. However now I
realize that Shiori must have known Ryuunosuke was a girl all along. If
she hadn't, she would have said something in the letter she sent me. That
means Shiori must have been that way the whole time, and that she simply
preferred Ryuunosuke over me. Telling her my feelings would have changed
nothing. She would have ended up choosing him...I mean her, over me. You
can't have lost a chance if you never had one to begin with."

"So all of your angst was wasted, eh?" Touga asked. He was delighted to
see Juri smile in return. It was a wry little thing, unburdened of the
anger she once had. It made her look beautiful instead of just cute. "Now,
how do you feel about the whole situation?"

Juri looked to the skies. Again a smile found its way to her lips. She
couldn't remember the last time she had smiled for something as simple as
a beautiful day. "I feel good for the first time in years. The triangle's
forever broken. The cage I built out of my guilt is gone. I've put the
past behind me. I'm free."

"And how do you feel about Shiori"

Juri stopped looking at the skies and stared at Touga again. Slowly, she
withdrew a gold locket that hung from her neck by a chain. She undid the
clasp behind her neck, and held the locket in her hand. Opening it
revealed a small picture of a girl within. "I realize now that she really
was unworthy of any sympathy for being so damned unrepentant for what she
did to me. Come on, stealing a guy you think your friend loves from right
under your nose and laughing about it afterwards? She was a bitch."
Drawing her arm back, Juri threw the locket as far as she could and
laughed long and hard.

"Indeed," Touga agreed. Further thoughts were cut off as a four people,
tied together by rope, went rolling past at a blinding speed. Four
incoherent cries of terror went up as the blur went down the path Juri and
Touga were on and continued rolling out of sight

"It looks like someone broke into Utena's dorm again," Touga sighed.

"Did you see who it was?" Juri asked.

Touga shook his head, allowing the wind to blow back his hair. The women
liked that windswept look. "They were moving too fast. More likely then
not, it was the Morobishis up to their usual tricks. I'd have them
expelled if they weren't such amusing comic relief."

"Too true," Juri agreed as she laid back down and looked to the skies.
Yes. Everything was much brighter now. Freedom was the most wonderful
feeling in the world.


The rolling mass of humanity stopped once it reached the southern gates of
Ohtori. Upon setting outside, the ropes snapped of their own accord and
lay there, limply, along with the four girls who also laid there, limply.
One by one they teetered to their feet, their equilibrium still
destabilized from the nature of their unusual dismissal.

"I think coming here was a big mistake," Ukyou moaned as she collided with
the Nabiki.

Nabiki tried to push her away, but missed and ended up falling down once
again. "Definitely. I think I'll visit 'Miss Utena' another time. Like
maybe in a year and without her freaky roommate around."

"You got that right," Akane sighed as things finally began settling down
for her. Utena could wait another day. And maybe Ranma had lost interest
in her anyway.

Kodachi kept her council to herself, and wondered if it might be a better
idea to have Miki visit her at the Imperial Academy instead of on the
grounds of Ohtori.

With that decided, and absolutely no energy left to squabble with one
another, the girls all left Ohtori, vowing never to allow Anthy Himehiya's
shadow to darken theirs again.

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How about that. A Ranma and Utena fic without neither Ranma nor Utena in
it. ^_^