In honor of Alan's joining that august body of authors known as the
Fanfic Revolution and admitting to being a Miki/Nanami 'shipper, a
Miki/Nanami story.
Ye set up: In episode 19 of Utena ("the one with Prince Onion"),
during the student council scene, Juri casually suggests that in order
for the two of them to gain peace, Miki and Nanami should switch their
loves. Needless to say, this prompts them to give her a very "sick"
look. She smiles.
This picks up a few episodes later.
Switch our loves?
She thinks that Miki and I should switch our loves? As in, between
each other? That I should be pining after the Rose Bride, and he should
be --
Oh, what a disgusting thought. The woman must have suffered a brain
injury during one of her pointless fights. There's no other way that
she
could have come up with such a disgusting, filthy, perverted, wrong
thought.
I mean, ick. Why would /any/ man every chase around after another
man's ugly butt? Now, I suppose I could understand if Miki were mooning
after oniisama's cute butt, but there's no way that oniisama would ever
-- I mean, let's face it, girls are cuter. Ask anyone!
I wish I'd just ignored it, like I ignore most of the crap that she
comes up with at Council Meetings. Or that I could forget it. But no,
just like a chronic illness, the words come back, days later, as I'm
peacefully minding my own business and looking for ways to screw up the
Rose Bride's next duet with Miki.
Maybe it's being in the music room and thinking about him that does
it to me. I just can't seem to focus on my strategy, between the words
and the piano.
What's she know, anyway? Crazy old witch. Probably wanted to have
the
Rose Bride /and/ Tenjou as part of her harem. Ick. More disgusting
thoughts. And I thought bugs were bad.
So I somehow find myself sitting at the piano. And his song is still
there on the music stand.
Of course I can play the piano. I am a woman of grace and
refinement, who appreciates music. I may not have Miki's genius, but I
can follow the notes well enough.
I have had lessons.
I had a lesson.
I had most of a lesson but the stupid teacher started to look too
intently at oniisama, and if I knew one thing at eight, it was that
some
people just would not do.
But I can play. It doesn't sound good -- as good as Miki would
sound, but maybe if I tune it so that it does sound good when I play,
it will sound really bad when the Rose Bride starts playing. But how
would I keep Miki from noticing when he went to tune up.
Maybe I could get Tsuwabuki to --
Maybe not.
The door to the music room slides open. I could stop playing but
Miki
never does so I don't etiher. I shift one eye to catch a glimpse of the
person's reflection in the window. Bluish hair, boy's uniform -- yep,
Mickey-chan.
I suppose that I should be grateful that he's not freaking out about
me touching his piano, like he did that one time when I took his --
K-LICK.
-- and what is up with that thing anyway?
Well, at least he's keeping /fairly/ quiet. Pressing keys like this
is hard enough without listening to him blather about his petty little
problems or ...
He's touching me.
Only on my shoulder -- /shoulders/ now, but he's touching me. I
ought to stand up, turn around and tear him a new hole, but he's
touching my
shoulders and that means I can't stand up. Nobody touches me but
oniisama, and he certainly hasn't touched me on my upper arms the way
that Miki is doing now, or moved down just barely skirting past my
bosom to brush against my elbows and this is improper and I'm going to
tell oniisama and he'll kill Miki.
I say "No," but for some reason it doesn't come out like an order
should, it sounds like I'm wimpering and I never ever wimper, not even
when a boy's hand is resting on my stomach and the other one is moving
downwards.
And if I didn't already think that these skirts were waay too short
the fact that a moment later his hand is under would convince me and I
resolve to insist to oniisama that he see about lengthening them.
And then forgive me oniisama.
It feels good. That feels good. The hand on my stomach just beneath
my breasts feels good. The breath on the back of my neck feels good.
It's wrong. I am oniisama's. Only oniisama. Should make me feel. This
way.
So that's why. I reach back. Towards his waist. To push him back.
Really. And if he won't push. Then I'll twist. Really. I won't caress.
Only oniisama.
Only ...
No.
Before I can even wonder why my hand finds what it finds behind me,
I'm being spun around.
No.
And before I can wonder at the lazy amusement on his face, I'm being
kissed, and his tongue is in my mouth only it's
No.
not
No.
him.
But it still feels good.
But I remember who I am in time and I push Kozue off of me, gasping
for breath to feed my fury. "Bitch," I say hoarsely. "What ... why ..."
"To get the complete set," she says, arching an eyebrow at me. "Do
you like my uniform?" she asks, caressing the lying pant legs. "I only
wear it for special occasions. When they think they want a boy."
"Kill you," I tell her. "Rip your fucking heart out, dyke bitch
slut." Complete set? I think with the tiny bit of my mind that can
still think. What does she mean? She can't have slept with everyone
else in seventh grade. I'd know. What does she mean?
"Dyke?" she asks. "Funny, I could have sworn that's why you wore
those stupid looking shorts, so that you'd look like that pink-haired
butch who's hanging around with Mickey-chan lately."
My uniform? My warrior's uniform of which I am so proud? But I
didn't ... I only wore that so he'd ... because ...
Complete set.
When they want a boy.
No.
"After all," she twists the knife, "if he's going to collect, why
shouldn't I?"
No.
No, he wouldn't. He couldn't. He didn't. She's lying, she's saying
things to confuse and to hurt me, and I don't have to sit here with my
legs spread like some whore and listen to them, so I leave and if I'm
running it's because I want to run.
Complete set.
Me and oniisama.
Complete set.
Miki and her.
Complete set.
Damn you to hell, Arisugawa Juri, I didn't need to know this.
I don't ... I'm not ... I can't ...
Oh god, what will I do?
And at that moment, a man named Mikage graduated.
Many things did not happen because of this. No one descended into
the
darkest part of their souls to take up a rose and bring death to a
bride. But many other things that had happened because of Mikage's
final
examination were important, and so they still happened ... just
differently. They worked it out to Their satisfaction.
As one of Them considered these events, she decided that they didn't
need to have happened, and erased them from the the memories of both
pawns.
She did not do this because she was merciful.
She did this because she was cruel beyond imagination.
Mou. What a little slut Miki's sister is. It's a shame he has to put
up with her. I bet he wishes he had a good little sister he could be
proud of. Like me.
But I'm oniisama's.
To the end of world.
Author's Notes.
I lied. I do that sometimes.
Finishing, unless my rudimentary knowledge of swordsmithing fails
me, is (logically enough) the final part of the process, before
polishing.
"Shoujo Kakumei Utena" was created by Be-Papas and brought to North
America by Central Park Media. This story, while containing characters
held under copyright by others, is copyright 2000 by Chris Davies.
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