Subject: [FFML] [Teaser] And You Thought I Was A Stinker Before
From: "Chris Davies" <cricharddavies@hotmail.com>
Date: 4/28/2000, 9:23 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

[Before you ask, *this* one won't be written for quite a while yet.]


  "Save her."

  "You know that I cannot," the figure of light beside her replied.

  A visceral, atavistic hatred of all *that* light represented surged up to seize her tongue. "You *will* not. As with all the others, you will not save her. Because she was mine."

    The light faded momentarily, then resurged in a colder hue. "I *may* not. What transpires beyond these gates belongs to other powers than mine, and I may not meddle as I would there. And she was never yours. She was never even her own."

  Shame mingled with fury, and the old darkness faded into her own darkness. The darkness and the light stood at the gates of the Academy and waited for the End of the World.


                          *   *   *


  "*This* is for Saionji," she said, striking the flat of her sword against his right shoulder. "*This* is for Miki." And then to the left shoulder.

  How, he wondered distantly, was she able strike so swiftly that she passed through his attempts to defend himself like a bird flying through the morning mist, while at the same time speaking so that he could understand her?

  "*This* is for Juri." A grazing cut to his waist, just above his crotch. "*This* is for Nanami." Another one, perhaps a millimetre deeper, to his forehead. "*This* is for Touga." This time the sharp jagged pain of the cut screamed from his chin.

  "And *this* ... is for me."

  He braced himself against the final blow, eyes sheltered, arms tensed to deliver a retributive strike that would steal the victory from her even as she thought she had triumphed. His signature move, in fact.

  The final blow didn't come.

  A single eye blinked open as he wondered if she waited so that her face would be the final thing imprinted on his retina ... and then its counterpart slid smoothly open as he saw her.

  Her sword was at rest, not even in guard position. Above the blue-black armour, her pink hair tumbled down to frame her grave, ageless face and ancient sea-blue eyes -- the eyes that had been an ocean on fire when she first mounted the staircase for this final battle.

  But now, the fire had gone out. There was nothing but pain, and grief, and regret in those depths of blue. And not for any of those she had named. They were at peace, freed of this struggle. Only they two remained. And it was not for herself.

  She pitied him, he realized.

  She

      PITIED

             H!I!M!!

  And anything resembling restraint fled him, and Who Had Been Dios Of The House Of Gaia screamed in mingled fury and agony as he flung his sword directly at the rose on her breastplate.

  Her sword swung up from rest to guard in the time that another mortal would take to half-blink, cutting its brother blade down out of the air.

  "This is for your sister, you son of a bitch," she said in that instant. "HITEN MITSURUGI RYUU OUGI! AMAKAKERU-RYUU-NO-HIRAMEKI!"

  And a star seemed to be born.



                   Shoujo Kakumei Utena R:
                       (Resurrection)
                     Crystal Revolution


  It seemed to him that he was observing something that had taken place a thousand times before, and yet was ever new.



Chris Davies, Advocate for Darkness, Part Time Champion of Light
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