Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Evangelion Fanfiction

Title: A Last Chance For Happiness
Author: The Saint (writing as Knight Templar)
Fandom: Neon Genesis Evangelion
Pairing: Ritsuko/Maya
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set right before the end of the series, Ritsuko and Maya meet in a bar and decide to be honest with each other at last.

Ritsuko Akagi finished the last of her drink and quickly ordered another. It was shaping up to be that sort of night. As the barman was fetching it, Ritsuko took a look around the bar. There was still no sign of her. She hoped she had the right place – the other two bridge techs were sure that she usually came here. It had taken a bit of subtle questioning, but Ritsuko had eventually gotten the information she needed without arousing too much suspicion. It was a small bar outside Tokyo-3 – it had escaped the widespread destruction of Unit-00, and was still open. That wasn’t too surprising, thought Ritsuko. If there was one thing people usually did after such events, it was drink.


Her drink arrived and she took a large gulp from it. This was her third of the evening so far. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to end up just like Misato.


Misato. The name flittered around the inside of her head as the image of her long-time friend came up. She had not been herself lately. Ritsuko had a heavy suspicion that she knew the reason for that, but she couldn’t bring herself to think about that right now. One more thing and she really was going to fall apart.


Of course, everyone was falling apart now, it seemed. Asuka’s synch ratio was next to nothing now and she was all but useless. Misato was keeping up a tough front, but she was clearly suffering inside. Shinji had never been very well-adjusted, but now he was retreating even further into himself. Rei…


Rei had died. She was dead.


Dead. The word had a sense of finality about it – normally. Of course, with Rei, death was anything but. Just take another one from the box and you were as right as rain. No need to grieve. No need for anyone to be inconvenienced – especially the commander. Just thinking about him made Ritsuko sick to her stomach. Of course he would make sure that Rei would always be there. If anyone else died, he wouldn’t bat an eyelid. Rei was special; Rei was all he cared about.


Ritsuko was starting to think that perhaps she wasn’t quite as important to the commander as Rei was, even considering their…relationship. She prayed she was wrong, but somehow she doubted it. The thought made her shiver and she took another huge gulp of her drink.


Setting it down, she lit a cigarette. That always calmed her. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. “How,” she asked quietly to herself, “did you end up doing everything you said – you swore – that you would never do? Tell me that, please.”


Before she could think up an answer (if she even had one), a familiar voice cut into her thoughts. “Sempai?”


Ritsuko turned to see Maya Ibuki, out of uniform and dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans, was standing beside her chair, a slightly confused look on her face. “I thought it was you.”


“Hello, Maya.” Ritsuko smiled. “How are you?”


“Good, thank you, Sempai,” said Maya, frowning a little. “I don’t usually see you here.”


“No…”Ritsuko paused for a second. “I just needed to get out of NERV for a while, especially after today.”


Maya’s face fell. “I know what you mean. It was horrible…I can’t…” She tailed off, clearly distressed at the memories. Maya was so gentle and fragile. Ritsuko often wondered why she had come to work for NERV in the first place. It wasn’t a place for a normal person. It never had been.


“I know,” said Ritsuko softly. “I have to be honest…I knew you were coming here tonight.”


“How?” Maya frowned. “I mean, I…” She paused. “Oh. Makoto and Aoba, right?”


“I hope you don’t mind.” Ritsuko took a drag of her cigarette. “I don’t want to get you angry – I know you have a terrible temper.”


Maya blushed a little. “You’re teasing me, Sempai. No…I don’t mind. I don’t usually see you after work.” Her blush deepened. “It’s…you look nice tonight.”


Ritsuko glanced at herself in the mirror. She was simply wearing shorts and a blue t-shirt, a white shirt draped over her shoulders. It was what she normally wore after work. “It’s nothing special.”


“It…it suits you.” Maya couldn’t meet her gaze fully. Obviously seeing Ritsuko in the bar, and knowing that she had maybe come here to see Maya especially, was making her unusually bold tonight. However, she was still blushing furiously.


Maya’s crush on her Sempai had been obvious for a long time to everyone in NERV, Ritsuko especially. It had always made her a little nervous – Maya was such a sweet girl, but she was not the most self-confident of people. Ritsuko was always afraid that she would inadvertently say something and crush the poor girl’s feelings forever. Of course, tonight’s plan could do that too, but Ritsuko knew she had to go through with it.


Always so selfish, she thought to herself. It doesn’t matter who else gets hurt as long as you get what you want. Isn’t that what HE does? No wonder you got together. So much like each other.


“Sempai?” It was Maya, the blush gone, a look of concern on her face. “You looked like you zoned out there for a moment.”


Ritsuko smiled weakly. “I’m sorry, Maya. It’s been a rough day.”


Maya’s expression said it all. “I know,” she said quietly. There was a brief silence, before:
“Sempai?”


“Yes?”


“You…you said that you knew I was coming here tonight. Did you…did…?” She was badly stammering. “I mean…”


“Yes, Maya - I came here to see you.”


Maya’s face lit up and she beamed. “Really?”


Ritsuko nodded. “That’s why I asked the other two bridge officers where you might be going. I wanted to see you.”


“Really?” If Maya’s grin could have gotten any wider, it would have swallowed the rest of her face. The look of such eager and naked joy almost broke Ritsuko’s heart. “If you don’t mind me asking…why?”


Ritsuko finished her cigarette and took another gulp of her drink. “It was a rough day today. I needed to see a friendly face. I just needed some friendly companionship for a while.” She set her glass down and looked at Maya. “So why are you here?”


“I always come here.” Maya shrugged. “After work, it’s usually pretty late…”


“That’s usually my fault,” deadpanned Ritsuko.


Maya smiled. “I don’t mind. But it’s usually pretty late, and I’m always pretty buzzed still, so I usually come here for a drink to relax me before I go home.” She looked around at the teeming crowds. “It’s usually a lot quieter, though.”


”I couldn’t really imagine you in a loud nightclub, no.” Ritsuko lit another cigarette, ignoring Maya’s disapproving glance. She knew Maya didn’t approve, but she was always too timid to say anything. “So, there’s no-one to go home to?”


Maya blushed furiously. “No…you know that.” It was true – Maya had always been very upfront about her lack of recent partners. Ritsuko suspected that she was doing that to subtly let Ritsuko know that she was free. The poor girl was terribly besotted – she obviously had awful taste in women.


“That’s a shame,” said Ritsuko lightly. “Still, I suppose NERV takes up a lot of your time.”


“Yes. But I don’t mind. Plus, it’s nowhere near as much time as you spend there.” Maya paused and looked down nervously. “It’s a…little surprising to see you out. You’re usually in much later.”


“They can survive without me for a night. I hope.” Ritsuko took another drag of her cigarette and downed the last of her drink. “Can I buy you a drink?”


Maya nodded and gave her order to the barman, as did Ritsuko. After a minute, he returned with them. Ritsuko stood up. “Come on,” she said.


“Where are we going?”


“To a booth.” Ritsuko indicated one. “I don’t want to sit at the bar. A booth is more private.” Naturally, Maya blushed at that, causing Ritsuko to sigh to herself. Of course Maya would have taken that the wrong way.


They walked to a nearby booth and sat down, Ritsuko grabbing an ashtray from the nearest table before she did so. Noting Maya’s look, she smiled a little. “Maya, if you don’t like my smoking, why don’t you ever say anything?”


Maya flushed and looked away. “It’s none of my business,” she said nervously. “I’m sorry…I...I shouldn’t…”


“No, come on. Let’s be honest tonight. Tell me how you really feel.”


“Okay,” said Maya hesitantly. “I don’t like it. It’s bad for you. I wouldn’t mind it so much if you only had a few, but you smoke all day long! I mean, you have to smoke at least a pack a day and that’s just when I’m there!” She realized her voice had gotten a little loud and stopped, embarrassed.


“It relaxes me,” said Ritsuko, taking another drag. “God knows I’m under enough stress when I’m there.”


“But you’re killing yourself,” said Maya unhappily. “I mean, I just wish…”


“That I’d stop?” Ritsuko looked at her. “Why do you care so much?”


“I...” Maya was taken aback by the question. “I don’t understand…”


“You’re so worked up about my health. Why?”


“Sempai…” Maya was at a loss for words.


“I’m your boss, Maya. I doubt you care about the Commander or the Major that much.”


“But you’re different!” interrupted Maya. “You’re more than just my boss! You’re my mentor – someone I look up to, someone I admire, someone…” She tailed off, clearly embarrassed at her outburst.


Ritsuko looked down at the table. She picked up her drink and took another large gulp. “I’m not sure I live up to your inflated opinion of me, Maya.”


“Don’t say that, Sempai.”


“Why not? Maya, you know what we do at NERV. You know more than most – you know what the dummy plug actually is – you know what we did this afternoon with Rei.” The last name stuck in her throat. She felt sick.


“I…I don’t like that,” said Maya slowly, choosing her words carefully. “But I know that we’re doing this to save the world. If we didn’t do anything, the Angels would destroy us. And we’re ordered to do it – I know that sometimes you hate it as much as I do. But we have to do what we’re told.”


“Is that why you joined NERV, Maya? To save the world?” Ritsuko tried not to let her tone become bitter, but it didn’t really work. “Sometimes…sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it.” She took another drink and sighed heavily.


“I think it’s worth it!” Maya sounded indignant. “There’s so much in the world that’s wonderful, and…” She noticed Ritsuko smiling sadly. “What is it?”


“How did you end up at NERV, Maya?” asked Ritsuko quietly. “You’re so cheerful and optimistic and delicate. You’re a breath of fresh air from everyone else there, myself included.”


Maya blushed again. “You’re teasing me, Sempai.”


“No,” said Ritsuko sincerely, shaking her head. “I’m being totally honest for a change.” Another pang of guilt shot through her, but she shrugged it off.


“Sempai?” asked Maya in a concerned tone. “I know I’m speaking out of turn, but…it’s not just today that you’re upset about, is it?”


“It’s that obvious, isn’t it?” Ritsuko finished her cigarette and immediately lit another one. “It’s…it’s everything, Maya. Everything in this stupid, cruel, unfair world. The Angels are almost finished, you know. There’s only one more. What do you think is going to happen after that?”


"I…I don’t know.”


Neither do I,” whispered Ritsuko. “I used to think that I did, but now I’m not so sure. Everything I’d thought – that I was so sure about – that’s not going to happen. Maybe deep down I always knew, but I just didn’t want to listen.”


“Sempai…” said Maya tenderly. “I don’t understand.”


“I hope you never do. There’s so much about this…about me…that you don’t know.”


“I’ve never seen you like this.” Maya was worried. “You normally seem so calm…so collected. I mean, you’re a model of professionalism. I know sometimes I get a little emotional, but I’m trying to be more like you and not do that…”


“Don’t,” said Ritsuko suddenly. “Please – don’t try to be more like me. I’m the last role model you should have. You get emotional because you’re human, Maya. Haven’t you ever wondered how I can be so blasé? How I can stay calm when any normal person would be an emotional wreck?” She took another drink. “You were there when I told you that I hated my mother – and I said it in the same tone that someone would use when they said they didn’t like the steak. Is that normal, Maya?”


She stopped and looked at Maya, who was looking at her with a mix of fear and confusion. It also looked like she was on the verge of tears.


“I know,” Maya said softly, “that you’re not nearly as calm as you pretend to be. I know you bottle too much stuff inside. But that doesn’t mean anything – a lot of people keep things inside – a lot of people hide things from other people because they’re scared, or they can’t accept it, or they’re worried about what other people think It doesn’t mean you’re not human, or that you’re not normal.” Her voice was trembling. She wasn’t nearly so bold normally, but her Sempai seemed to be having a minor nervous breakdown and Maya needed to help.


Ritsuko shook her head. “Oh, Maya. It isn’t just that. It’s everything – everything that’s happened in my stupid life ever since I went to college. The choices I’ve made, the things I’ve done, the lies I tell to myself and others. It’s all coming to a head, I can feel it.”


Maya reached out and took Ritsuko’s hand in hers. She was shaking slightly. “I…I look up to you more than anyone, Sempai. If…is…can I do anything?”


The touch of her hands felt good to Ritsuko – a simple human contact, but one she’d had precious little of in the last few years – and she squeezed them gratefully, seeing Maya blush as she did so. “Yes,” she whispered softly. “There are a few things you can do for me tonight.”


”Anything,” said Maya, her voice shaking. For the past few years, she had longed for her Sempai to get closer to her, and now that it was happening she could hardly believe it. Of course, the circumstances were hardly ideal and certainly not what she’d dreamed of. However, if anything happened to Dr. Akaka, Maya didn’t know what she’d do. She couldn’t allow her to go on hurting, as she obviously had for so long.


Maya had always suspected that her Sempai was hiding a great deal of hurt and pain from the outside world, but apart from brief snippets, she’d never opened up. Now Maya was determined to get her to reveal everything. Then she could start to help her, and maybe she could start being happy again. Of course, it would be wonderful if their relationship deepened even further, but for now, Dr. Akagi’s health was the only thing she cared about.


Ritsuko leaned back in her chair and took another drag of her cigarette. “Would you like another drink?” she asked. Maya shook her head, and Ritsuko ignored her and ordered two anyway.


“Sempai,” said Maya hesitantly. “How much have you had to drink tonight?”


“Not enough,” murmured Ritsuko. At Maya’s frown, she smiled. “Don’t worry – I’m not turning into Misato. I just need to get loosened up a little. Do you know how long it’s been since I got really relaxed? Not long enough.”


“Why don’t you tell me what…what I can do,” said Maya soothingly.


“Just listen first, Maya,” said Ritsuko. “Listen to everything I have to say, and then we’ll decide what to do next.” The drinks arrived and she handed Maya one and took one for herself. Maya started to protest, but Ritsuko shot her a look that made her fall silent and take the proffered drink. “Now,” said Ritsuko levelly. “Where should I begin?” She paused. “I know – let’s start with the first, most important part. I, Ritsuko Akagi, am a complete and total failure. All the plans I had for my life, everything that I set out to do – I’ve failed at it all.”


“Sempai!” protested Maya, but Ritsuko shot her another look.


“Let me finish, Maya. You know what I always swore to myself – that I’d never turn into my mother. I hated her, you know…” She shook her head. “Of course you know. I told you. Ever since I was young, I’ve always hated her.” Ritsuko’s head sank. “When I was a child, still living at home, I never saw her. I had to fend for myself pretty much all of my teenage life. She only ever really talked to me when it suited her – and she knew! She knew that’s what she was doing, but she didn’t do anything to fix it. She just didn’t care.”


”What about your father?” asked Maya quietly.


Ritsuko closed her eyes. “Never knew him. I have an almost perfect memory, you know. I remember events as far back as my very early childhood and I have no memory of him at all. Mother never mentioned him – I asked, but she never told me. There were never any pictures of him either. She kept no record of him at all. Whoever he was, he managed the rare feat of being an even worse parent than Mother. He left before I was even aware of him.” Ritsuko laughed hollowly. “Listen to me – judging both my parents, pronouncing judgment on them – and I never really knew either of them. What the hell gives me the right to do that, considering my life?”


Maya reached out and touched her hand again. “Sempai…”


Ritsuko opened her eyes and looked at Maya. “What are your parents like? You know, we’ve been working together for two years and I’ve never asked.”


“My parents?” Maya was surprised by the question. “Pretty normal, I suppose. My Dad was a businessman, my Mom a housewife. I was an only child, and we were all pretty close when I was growing up. We…” She paused. “We fell out when I went to college over personal matters, but we managed to patch things back up recently. I mean, after the Angels returned, we both saw that what we were fighting over wasn’t all that important.”


Ritsuko wrapped her hand around Maya’s. “You’re very lucky,” she said softly. She let go of Maya’s hand and sat back again. “Where was I? Oh yes – Mother. She killed herself when I was at college. I might have hated her before, but after that I despised her.”


“Don’t say that, Sempai,” said Maya weakly. You don’t mean that.”


“No. I do, Maya.” Ritsuko felt tears filling her eyes and she angrily tried to blink them back. “I hate her as much now as I did then. As great of a scientist as she was, she was a terrible woman. Do you know why she killed herself? Her lover rejected her for someone else. She murdered that someone else, then herself. Everything she’d ever taught me about science and its value was gone, forgotten about because a man was unkind to her. A man she should have known would reject her, a man she knew had only one true wish – and she killed herself because of him.” Ritsuko realized she was sobbing now, spitting the words out and she stopped, her head sinking into her hands.


Maya moved quickly round to Ritsuko’s side of the table and gingerly put her arms around her. “It’s okay,” she whispered softly, on the verge of tears herself. She’d never seen Dr. Akagi cry before and now she was sobbing in her arms. The sight of her mentor in a pathetic heap on the table was hard for her, but she had to be strong.


Ritsuko leaned into Maya’s embrace. “I’m just like her, Maya. I tried everything I could to distance myself from her, even down to something stupid like dyeing my hair, but it didn’t work. After she died, I did it too. I got involved with him. I followed in her footsteps exactly - I started working in the exact same place where she worked – where she killed herself. Every day I step over the spot where they had to clean my mother’s blood off the floor. Is that healthy? I’m just like her.I made all the same mistakes for him, did anything for him, even loved him, but it won’t matter in the end. Just like her – he won’t pick me, will he? No-one will pick me…”


Maya held her tightly, tears running down her face. “Don’t say that, Sempai,” she whispered. “Please. You’re not going to do any of that. You’re not your mother.”


Ritsuko sat up and wiped her eyes. “It’s kind of you to say that, Maya, but we both know it isn’t true.”


“You said…” Maya paused, wiping her own tears away. “I don’t understand…you said you got involved with him. Do you mean your mother’s…”


“Don’t ask me about that,” said Ritsuko suddenly. “I’m not telling you who it is.”


“I didn’t want to know that…just...why?” Maya swallowed nervously. “For you and this man…who was involved with your mother…”


“See what I mean?” asked Ritsuko, trying to put a humorous tone into her voice. “Now tell me I’m not screwed up.” She lit another cigarette. “Human beings do funny things for companionship. There are no logical reasons for the things we do. I think it’s because we all crave human contact, no matter what kind. Take Misato and I. We’re supposed to be friends. We have been for almost a decade, but have we ever talked about this? No. We didn’t have a real friendship – we were just two people who needed someone else to talk to in college. That’s all.”


Maya didn’t know what to say, and said so.


Ritsuko smiled and finished her cigarette. “I think we should leave.”


“Sempai…” Maya frowned. “I don’t think you should be by yourself. I mean, I don’t want to seem arrogant, but…”


“I thought we could go back to your place,” said Ritsuko levelly.


Maya blushed and her eyes went as wide as saucers. “What?”


“You heard me.” Ritsuko downed the last of her drink. “I’ve never seen your apartment, and tonight is a night of firsts. Plus, now you know exactly what sort of person I am, so it’s up to you if you still want me to go there.”


Maya simply stared at her, her mouth gaping. Was she being serious? Maya had dreamed of that for years and now it was finally happening. Of course, it wasn’t what she had exactly wanted, but that didn’t matter. She couldn’t abandon her now. There was an odd tone in her voice, though – did she know how Maya felt? There wasn’t an easy way to ask that, though. Best to assume she didn’t and simply help her. “Yes,” she said firmly. “I’d love for you to come.”


“Then let’s go,” said Ritsuko, and they did.




It was only a short journey to Maya’s apartment. It was out of the main area of Tokyo-3, so it had escaped the destruction. They spent most of the journey in silence, both of their heads churning with confusion about where the evening was going. Ritsuko had a plan, but she still wasn’t sure if it was all going to happen. Maya simply had no clue what was going on and was just improvising.


They paused before the front door. “Well,” said Maya nervously. “This is it. Home sweet home.” She smiled nervously and opened the door, gesturing for Ritsuko to enter. She did so and Maya followed. The apartment was a fairly small affair, simply a one bedroom, but it was nice. It was meticulously tidy – a far cry from Ritsuko’s own place, with its empty fridge and tar-stained walls.


It was well furnished, with a small sofa and armchair in the living room. The armchair was full of stuffed animals of all shapes and sizes. A small bookshelf to one side of the chair was filled with small ornaments and trinkets, mainly of anime characters and animals. A TV stood beside that. The kitchen was connected to the living room, and two other doors led off from the room. Through one, Ritsuko could see the bathroom. Through the other, she could vaguely make out a bed.


She walked over and pushed the bedroom door open further. It was just as tidy as the rest of the apartment. Apart from the bed, there was a computer and a wide variety of bookshelves, filled with a lot of computer books and manuals, official NERV reports, and a lot of what appeared to be romance novels. Yet more stuffed animals occupied the corner of the bedroom, staring up at Ritsuko.


“Nice place,” she said, turning back to Maya, who was clearing the armchair.


“Thanks,” said Maya, clearing the last of the stuffed menagerie from the chair. “Sorry it’s a bit of a mess at the moment. I wasn’t expecting company.”


“Sorry to put you out.”


“Oh no!” Maya beamed at Ritsuko. “It’s no problem at all, really.” She indicated the chair. “Please have a seat. Would you like a drink?”


Ritsuko sat down. “What do you have?”


Maya wandered over to the kitchen area and started rummaging through cupboards and the fridge. “Let me see…some soda, some fruit juice, tea, coffee….some cheap wine, I think…”


“A glass of wine would be nice.” Ritsuko reached into her pocket and pulled out her cigarettes. She was just about to light one when she looked up to see Maya looking at her with a disapproving glance. “What?”


“Sempai,” said Maya hesitantly. “I know you’re having a rough night and everything…but I’d really prefer it if you didn’t smoke in here.”


“Oh.” Ritsuko put them away. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”


“It’s just that the smell is really hard to get out of the furniture and carpet…”


“Maya…” Ritsuko smiled. “It’s okay. This is your apartment, remember. Relax – we’re not at NERV at the moment.”


“Sorry, Sempai.” Maya smiled apologetically and finished getting the drinks. She walked over, handed one to Ritsuko and sat on the couch. There was a silence for a moment, neither knowing quite what to say.


Ritsuko broke the silence. “Have you always lived alone?” she asked.


“For over a year,” said Maya sadly. “I was…living with someone, but they moved out back then and I’ve been by myself ever since.”


“Roommate?” asked Ritsuko. Maya shook her head. “Ah. So…if you don’t mind me asking, why did you and she break up?”


“She said I was spending too much time at work, that I wasn’t paying enough attention to her or our relationship,” said Maya unhappily without thinking. After a moment, she registered what Ritsuko had just said, and what she had just admitted. She glanced at Ritsuko in shock. “Sempai…”


Ritsuko simply smiled. “It’s okay, Maya. I know.”


“But…” Maya didn’t make her sexuality public knowledge – it wasn’t a secret, but she didn’t want to be the subject of office gossip. How could Dr. Akagi have found out? “How…”


“Maya, it’s fairly obvious to anyone with even a little bit of observation skills.” Ritsuko shrugged. “It’s not a big deal, anyway. I’m sorry to hear about your girlfriend, though. I remember you being very upset at work that week, too. It wasn’t too long after you first started working with me, was it?”


Maya shook her head. “I was so scared you’d fire me. I was such a wreck that week.”


“Fire you? Don’t be silly, you’re the best assistant I’ve ever had. I’d never find anyone as dedicated and competent as you if I scoured the entire of Japan.”


“Thank you, Sempai!” Maya beamed again, blushing furiously. “It’s been such an honor working with you all this time. I’m glad to hear that you think so highly of me.”


“I do.” Ritsuko paused for a moment. She was as nervous as hell, but it was pretty much now or never if she wanted to go through with this. “I have to ask, Maya – I hope I didn’t have anything to do with you and your girlfriend breaking up.”


Maya suddenly coughed violently. “What? I don’t know what you mean!”


“I mean…” Ritsuko paused nervously. “I hope your feelings for me didn’t interfere with your relationship.”


Maya coughed even more violently this time, spraying wine halfway across the room. She started to sputter. “Sempai, I don’t…I mean, I don’t know how you could have…I’m sorry if I ever gave you that impression…” She started to cough again halfway through her rant and eventually just dissolved into a full-blown coughing fit.


Ritsuko quickly got up and fetched Maya a glass of water and slapped her on the back. “Drink this,” she commanded, continuing to slap her back. Maya did so, and after a few minutes she had managed to stop coughing and calm down. “That’s better” said Ritsuko with a smile.


Maya was as pale as the dead. “Sempai,” she said weakly. “I think you’ve gotten the wrong idea. I mean, just because I’m…gay, it doesn’t mean that…”


“Maya,” said Ritsuko soothingly. “It’s all right. Aren’t we both being honest tonight? You can be honest with me, can’t you?”


The other woman didn’t meet her gaze. “I should go,” she said quietly. “I think we’ve both gotten confused…”


“This is your apartment. Where would you go?” Ritsuko sat back down on the armchair. “It doesn’t bother me, Maya. I mean, maybe it did at first, but I’ve had a lot of time to get used to the idea.”


“I don’t!” protested Maya again, but seeing the look in Ritsuko’s eyes she slumped back in her seat. “When did you figure it out?” she said softly.


“I can’t remember exactly. You used to be a lot better at hiding it, though. That much I do remember.” Ritsuko paused. “It wasn’t long after you started working for me – one day I looked around, and you were just looking at me with such a devoted look in your eyes. I wasn’t used to that kind of look, one with so much respect and affection in it. At first, I thought you just looked up to me…you know, a kind of hero worship thing.”


“Sempai…” said Maya weakly, the blush now threatening to engulf her entire face.


Ritsuko sighed softly and continued. “But as things went on, I realized it was more than that. I caught you looking at me more, and each time, the look in your eyes grew less and less like a simple case of hero worship and more like a full-blown crush. Then there was that time you got completely drunk at the Christmas party and almost blurted out the whole thing in front of everyone.”


“Oh God.” Maya put her head in her hands. “I’d forgotten about that. I…I was going to tell you. I was so sure that you were…you know…and I was going to tell you how I felt. But I was so scared…I don’t normally drink heavily…”


“That night you were giving Misato a real run for her money,” said Ritsuko dryly.


“I was so scared, and I kept taking a drink every time I lost my nerve, trying to build enough courage to tell you, but I don’t really handle a lot of alcohol very well.” Maya groaned. “I must have looked a sight. I stumbled in, and I saw you and I walked over to you, didn’t I? I walked over and I said loudly that I had something to tell you.” She frowned. “But before I could blurt it out in front of everyone, you stopped me. Why did you do that?”


Ritsuko smiled sadly. “I already knew, remember? I knew what you were going to say, or at least had a very good idea. The look in your eyes when you were drunk sealed the whole thing. I didn’t want you embarrassing yourself – I knew it would really kill you, so I stopped you and made you lie down in the NERV dorms until the next morning. Then you seemed to have forgotten the whole thing.”


“Thank you,” said Maya sincerely. “I can’t believe I did that.” She looked up at Ritsuko cautiously. “Sempai…”


“No,” said Ritsuko suddenly. “Don’t call me that anymore tonight. Call me Ritsuko.”


“Sempai,” said Maya pleadingly, but when she saw the look in Ritsuko’s eyes she sighed. “Ritsuko…”


“That’s the first time you’ve ever said my name,” said Ritsuko thoughtfully. “It only took you two years.”


Despite herself, Maya smiled. “Ritsuko, why did you ask to come back to my apartment tonight?”


“How do you feel about me, Maya?”


Maya blinked in surprise. “What?” She paused for a moment. “You know that,” she said quietly.


“I want to hear you say it out loud.” Ritsuko looked at her intently. “Please.”


Maya looked at her for a long time. She knew how she felt and she knew what she had to say, but now, even though it was all out in the open, verbalizing the feelings was still daunting for her. This whole night felt very unreal, almost too good to be true. She didn’t want anything to ruin it, not now.


But then she looked in Ritsuko’s eyes and saw her pleading look and she knew what she had to say. She took a deep breath and said the words to Ritsuko Akagi that she had wanted to ever since she had met her.


“I love you.”


Ritsuko closed her eyes. “Say my name,” she said weakly.


“I love you, Ritsuko.”


Ritsuko felt tears brimming in her eyes and she squeezed them shut tighter. “Why?”


Maya smiled. “Because you’re…well, you’re you. You’re so smart, so warm - even if people do think you’re cold, I don’t. They don’t see the Ritsuko that I see. You’re so compassionate – you’ve dedicated everything to your work with NERV – work that’s going to save the human race! You might act like you’re icy and calm all the time, but you really do care deeply about people – I’ve seen you like that. And because you’re beautiful, you really are – you have this amazing smile that no-one ever sees. I’ve only seen it a few times, but it lights up your entire face. And there’s this big…sadness about you – like you have a lot of pain inside, and I can’t help thinking that if you could just let it out, and if you were with someone who could make you happy – I mean really happy – then you’d be even more amazing than you already are.” Maya paused. “That’s why I love you, Ritsuko.”


Ritsuko opened her now tear stained eyes. “I’m afraid you have a rather inflated opinion of me, Maya.”


Gathering all of her courage and strength, Maya stood up, walked over to Ritsuko and sat down beside her. She smiled nervously and reached out to stroke Ritsuko’s face. Then, taking a deep breath, she leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. Ritsuko was surprised, but didn’t pull away. Emboldened by this, Maya opened her mouth and slipped her tongue slowly into Ritsuko’s mouth, Ritsuko offering no resistance. She tasted smoky, the alcohol still fresh on her breath.


After a few moments, Maya pulled back and smiled, looking into Ritsuko’s eyes. “I think my opinion’s pretty accurate,” she said softly.


Ritsuko smiled weakly. “Are you seducing me, Maya?”


Maya’s eyes went wide and she blushed again. “Ritsuko, I’m not…I mean…”


“If you are, you’ll notice I’m not stopping you.” Ritsuko met Maya’s gaze again and smiled. “I mean, isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?”


“Yes,” admitted Maya, “but you’re not yourself tonight. It wouldn’t be right – I couldn’t take advantage of you.”


“It’s not taking advantage of me if I’m willing, is it?”


Maya looked at her, not believing what she was hearing. Yes, this had been a dream – actually more of a fantasy – for years now, but she had never seriously believed that it would come true, and certainly not in the form of Ritsuko coming to her apartment and blatantly offering herself. There was something wrong here, and Maya didn’t want to take advantage of the situation, even as much as she wanted to. “I…can’t,” she said finally.


Ritsuko reached out and stroked her face. “I really can’t be alone tonight,” she said softly, staring into Maya’s eyes. Then she leaned over and softly kissed Maya on the lips again. She had never considered being with another woman before, but after all she had seen and all she had been through at NERV and in the rest of her life, petty concerns over gender seemed irrelevant now. All that mattered was that there was someone here who loved her and wanted her, and she needed that right now.


The tone of Ritsuko’s voice and the feel of her soft lips on Maya’s dissolved any doubts that the younger woman might have had. She leaned into the kiss, opening her mouth and wrapping her arms around Ritsuko, drawing her close. Their hands wandered, exploring the soft curves of their bodies, melding both their bodies into one.


After several wonderful moments, Ritsuko drew back. “I’ve…” She paused and swallowed nervously. “I’ve never done anything like this before. Not with another woman.”


Maya smiled, her confidence growing by the second. “It’s okay,” she whispered, punctuating each of her words with soft kisses to the neck. “Just follow my lead.” Ritsuko returned the smile and they both awkwardly got to their feet, still in each other’s arms. Maya reached around and unwrapped the shirt from around the blonde’s neck and let it fall to the floor. “If I’m going too fast,” she said softly, “just tell me.”


Ritsuko nodded as Maya’s hands began to unbutton her shirt, followed by her shorts. Maya slid them both off with expert precision. “You’ve done this before.”


Maya grinned. “Quite a bit.” Her hands wandered again, and Ritsuko’s underwear soon followed the rest of her clothes onto the floor. When she had finished, she took a step back and looked at Ritsuko’s naked body. “You’re beautiful,” she said warmly.


The older woman fought the urge to cover herself up in awkwardness. She’d never had someone compliment her body in that tone before, and she felt very self-conscious. Suddenly, she was aware of every minute flaw in her body, but Maya’s tone was not critical in the slightest. “I bet you say that to all your girlfriends.”


“I’ve never had one as beautiful as you.” Maya caught her eye again, and Ritsuko saw the sincerity in it.


“I had no idea you were such a hit with the ladies.” Ritsuko took Maya’s face in her hands and kissed her again, then began pulling off her t-shirt, then her jeans, noting the feel of Maya’s soft skin and subtle curves. She looked at Maya, now in her underwear. Her body was slim, almost boyish, but she was undeniably beautiful. In her own way, Maya was a paragon of beauty.


Ritsuko took another deep breath and began to remove Maya’s underwear, slowly and deliberately exposing the other woman’s body. In a few moments, she was naked as well. Ritsuko stood facing her, a nervous smile on her face. “What do we do now?”


Maya smiled and reached a hand out to lightly stroke up Ritsuko’s body. Her fingers lightly danced over her stomach, up over her breasts and ended up at her face. Then she drew her into another deep kiss. Their naked bodies pressed together, their hands exploring every inch of the other’s body, pulling tightly together. The feel of Maya’s lips, the sensation of her body pressed against hers sent Ritsuko into a flurry of arousal. She kissed Maya hungrily, feeling Maya’s love and desire through her body, surrendering herself completely to the moment.


She became dimly aware of Maya shuffling them slowly to the bedroom and she willingly went along with it. They reached the bedroom, and Maya pushed her gently down onto the bed, then with a mischievous smile climbed on top.




Ritsuko awoke with a start, suddenly unsure of her surroundings. This wasn’t her office at NERV, nor her apartment – the two main places she woke up. She was lying on her side facing a window, the moonlight shining in. She was naked, and felt another naked body pressed up against her, holding her from behind.


Then the memories came back. She was in Maya Ibuki’s apartment, and she and the young bridge technician had been making love for the best part of the night. A wave of guilt swept over her as the whole memory of the previous night flooded into her head. For a moment she tried to blame the alcohol, but she hadn’t had that much to drink and she’d known exactly what she was doing. She had used Maya and that thought made her sick.


Maya shifted in her sleep, her arms wrapping tighter around Ritsuko. Maya mumbled something sleepily, and kissed the back of Ritsuko’s neck tenderly. The simple and uncomplicated love in that one gesture almost made Ritsuko burst into tears there and then. Memories of the lovemaking came into her head – it had been wonderful. Maya was a skilled lover, and everything she had done had been infused with care and tenderness. Ritsuko had never known anything like that before – even something as small as being held afterwards was completely alien to her.


Tears ran down Ritsuko’s face and she felt herself sobbing slightly. It would be wonderful if this could last, but it couldn’t. She’d known that coming in, so there was no point in lamenting that fact now. Even so, she couldn’t help wishing – but wishing had never done anything for her.


She composed herself and gently extricated herself from Maya’s embrace. She slowly got out of bed, moving gingerly so as not to wake the younger woman. Once she was out, she took a final look down at the bed. Maya looked so peaceful, so utterly beautiful lying there and it broke Ritsuko’s heart all over again. Trying to keep her self control, she pulled herself away and left the room in search of her clothes.




Maya awoke from a blissful dream, one in which she had confessed her secret love to her Sempai, and it had lead to a night of wonderful, passionate lovemaking. Then with a start, she remembered that it hadn’t been a dream – it had been real, and she had ended up in bed with Ritsuko Akagi. Her eyes flew open and she realized that she was alone in bed, Ritsuko having left.


She sat up, wondering if she had simply gone to the bathroom or something similar. The unsettling though that Ritsuko might have left in shame or embarrassment crept into her mind, and it filled her stomach with icy fear. She quickly got out of bed, realized she was still naked, and looked around for her clothes. Then she remembered that they had stripped in the living room.


The memory of the previous night made a silly grin appear on her face. It had been wonderful, everything she had always dreamed about. She hoped that Ritsuko hadn’t fled – she didn’t want their working relationship (or whatever their new relationship was) to become awkward – or more terrible – to sour completely. Quickly, she grabbed a robe and walked out to the living room, hoping that Ritsuko was still there.


She was. Ritsuko was sitting at the kitchen table, smoking. Stupidly, the first thing that came into Maya’s mind was to chide her for smoking in her apartment, but she suppressed that urge. From the size of the makeshift ashtray in front of her, it looked like she had been there for a while. Her eyes were badly red-rimmed. She’d obviously been crying heavily.


“Ritsuko?” said Maya softly.


The older woman turned to face her, obviously not having heard her come in. “Maya,” she said weakly. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. I was just going to quietly leave, and…”


“You were just going to leave?” Maya’s heart sank. “I…I don’t understand.”


Ritsuko’s head sank. “I’m sorry, Maya, I really am,” she whispered. “I’m afraid I’ve hurt you badly.”


“No, no.” Maya shook her head. “You haven’t hurt me. Last night was wonderful.”


“Yes, it was.” Ritsuko smiled sadly. She had known that it was going to be like this. This was going to hurt both of them very badly. “I’m sorry, Maya. I’ve used you.”


“Used me?” Maya felt tears welling up in her eyes. “I don’t understand.”


Ritsuko stubbed out her cigarette, stood up, and forced herself to look Maya in the eyes, no matter how much it hurt. “Remember what I said last night? I meant it – something is coming, Maya. I just know it. Everything is going to come to a head soon, and no-one…” She felt her voice catch. “No-one is going to choose me. I’m all alone, don’t you see that?”


“No…” The tears were running down Maya’s face freely now. “You’re not, you know that. I love you.”


“I know. That’s why I came out last night to see you. I just wanted…” Her face fell again. She couldn’t look Maya in the eye. “I just wanted to spend one night – just one – with someone who actually cared about me – who loved me. That was you, Maya. I just used you because I needed someone to be with me, and your feelings made you the perfect person.”


Maya’s gut churned. In all of her dreams, she’d never once thought about something like this.


“I told you your opinion of me was slightly inflated,” muttered Ritsuko darkly.


“What…what are you going to do now?” Maya managed to say.


“Go back to NERV, I suppose. Whatever’s coming, I know I can’t avoid it. I’m in too deep already.”


“No.”


Ritsuko looked up, a surprised look on her face. “What?”


Maya took a deep breath and took Ritsuko’s hands. “No. It’s not too late for you. You could leave – we could leave. You don’t have to let this happen, Ritsuko.”


Ritsuko smiled warmly and stroked Maya’s face gently. “I’m sorry, Maya. You were right – last night really was wonderful, and if things were different, maybe I could do that. But I’ve seen too much, done too much. It really is too late for me. But you…you should leave, forget NERV. It’s not a good place – not for someone as innocent and good as you. You should leave as soon as possible.”


“I’m not leaving you,” Maya mumbled through tears.


Ritsuko leaned over and gently kissed her on the lips. “I’m so sorry, Maya,” she whispered tearfully. “If I ever manage to make it through this, I only hope that you can forgive me.”


Maya sank into a chair and burst into tears. Ritsuko looked at her for a moment, then left, closing the apartment door behind her. The sound of Maya’s sobs could be heard through the door and Ritsuko slumped down onto the floor, tears running down her cheeks.


Her NERV communicator bleeped, and she pulled it out and listened to the message. She closed her eyes, and shut of the communicator. The heads of SEELE had requested a meeting – or interrogation – with her.


This was it – the beginning of the end. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she got to her feet, gave Maya’s apartment door a last glance, and walked off into her future.


The End.


End Notes:


Well, another one finished! I’ve always liked the Maya/Ritsuko pairing, though it’s a frustrating relationship, given that you know it will never have a happy ending, no matter how badly you want one, or think Maya really deserves to get the girl :(


This takes place sometime during the events of Episode 23.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Doctor Who - The Infinite Quest.

The Infinite Quest was a Doctor Who cartoon that originally aired in three-and-a-bit minute chunks on Totally Doctor Who, which was sort of like Doctor Who Confidential for the CBBC set. (That’s Children’s BBC for any American readers). The show itself was a bit redundant, to be honest, not covering any different ground than Confidential itself, so it got canned. The Infinite Quest itself was re-edited into a complete story, running around 50 minutes, which is now released on DVD.

Or at least, it is if you live in the UK - or have access to a handy Region 2 supplier. I don’t know if it will be released in Region 1, but it wouldn’t surprise me sooner or later.

The Infinite Quest is set at some point during Season 3, with the Tenth Doctor and Martha Jones, during an unknown gap in episodes. It has to be set after The Lazarus Experiment, as Martha is traveling full time, and before Utopia (for obvious reasons). David Tennant and Freema Agyeman return to voice the characters.


The story itself is a breezy, fast paced affair, written by Alan Barnes - best known for writing a lot of stories for the BBC’s Doctor Who comic strip. The Doctor defeats an evil pirate called Balthazar, played by Tony Head, who swears revenge. Balthazar finds out about a legendary ship that can give you your heart’s desire, and decides to get revenge AND ultimate power in one fell swoop. He tricks our heroes into going on a quest for the location of the ship, and plans to swoop in at the end and grab it for himself.


It’s not a highly original plot, but it does the job. The story pops along at an even faster clip than a normal episode, managing to fit four distinct locations into the fifty minutes, and not lingering for much. The animated status means the writers don’t have to worry about budget concerns, and we get locations we’d never be able to see in the show itself - a desert filled with giant walking oil rigs, a jungle planet filled with millions of giant mantises and humans in power armor, a planet of giant mechanical birds. The art direction is great, and there’s always something interesting to look at.


The animation itself isn’t great - it looks a lot like flash animation, with added cell shading. It’s a bit stiff, and the human characters are slightly expressionless. The acting does do a lot of good to counteract that though - Tennant and Agyeman are great as ever, and Tony Head and Steven Greif play great bad guys. The Doctor and Martha’s relationship is well played too - even with the slightly naff animation, their chemistry shines through.


There’s not a lot of time for characterization here - though we do get some nice touches here and there, with the Doctor proving adept at managing to sort people’s problems out and end wars in under three minutes. Of course, if he can do that, why does it take him 45-90 minutes to normally do it then? I think he’s just not trying most of the time, to be honest. I mean, he’s crap at flying the Tardis, but then, when he really HAS to, he’s capable of pin point accuracy. Clearly, he just needs to apply himself.


Summing up, The Infinite Quest is slight, but fun. It won’t win any awards, but it fits nicely into Season 3, acting as a sort of side step. It’s a shame that we probably won’t be seeing any more cartoon Doctor Who, now that Totally Doctor Who has been canned, but it’s a fun one off to have. Nice characterization of the leads, breezy plot, fun villains, great art direction. Slightly marred by dodgy animation and shallow characterization, but a good yarn all the same.

The DVD has the 50 minute episode itself, plus some interviews with the main creative staff. It’s not as loaded as other Doctor Who stories, but the low price point makes up for that. Picture and sound are excellent, as ever for BBC releases. Recommended for Who fans.

Revolutionary Girl Utena Fanfiction

Hey all...just so I can have everything in one place, here's some fanfiction I wrote a few years ago. I'd had it posted up on ff.net for a while under a different name, but I'd thought I'd put it here as well.

Enjoy!

Title: Love and Memories
Author: The Saint (writing as Knight Templar)
Fandom: Revolutionary Girl Utena
Pairing: Juri/Miki friendship
Rating: PG
Summary: Juri and Miki finally get to know each other a little better on a special night.

Juri Arisugawa sat in her chair, the book in her lap seeming heavier with each passing moment. Also, the rich, sonorous music coming from her record player was doing little to sooth her mind and her carefully constructed mask of indifference was beginning to slip. That would not do at all.


She rose from her seat, setting the heavy hardback down, and walking over to the record player. Perhaps a change of music would ease the mood. Wagner was not exactly the sort of music for a light evening’s reading.


As she walked, her rooms seemed much larger than usual, the normal size of her living room stretched to an unreal state. Her mind was playing tricks on her, she knew that – but it did not help her mood. If anything it simply seemed to heighten her sense of loneliness.


Juri stopped before she reached the player, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was still in her council uniform, the top few buttons undone for relaxation. Apart from that, though, to the outside eye she seemed every bit the perfectly poised and elegant student council member – as beautiful and icy as ever, as perfectly serene and self confident as everyone thought she was.


However, Juri could see below that, to the simmering feelings of despair that were lying just under the surface. Normally, she had it almost completely under control (or thought she did) but not today. Today was special, and it was making everything so much more raw and exposed.


A few times today she had almost slipped, her perfect mask almost fallen from her face. The students of Ohtori had almost seen the real face of Juri Arisugawa. If she hadn’t been even more on her guard than normal, they would have. Her fencing students must have thought she was in a frightful mood, given the harshness of her teaching today.


Miki had noticed something, too, but he was too polite to say anything. She could see the worry on his face, though. She was relieved that Touga was still sulking in his room. He would almost certainly have known what was wrong, and would have assuredly taken advantage. That was the kind of man he was, and her defenses today were not up to their usual standards.


Pulling her face away from the mirror, she found herself at a loss and began to pace, unsure of what to do next. She could not return to her book – that was providing no distraction at all. Neither was music. Schoolwork was even less effective and there was no chance of anyone being up for a fencing match at this time, not even Miki. It was only seven-thirty, and there was still far too much of the night to go.


The thought of Miki gave her an idea, one that she almost dismissed out of turn. After all, hadn’t the school day been Hell, having to deal with all the students? Hadn’t she wanted to be alone?


Of course, that was not working out so well. Besides, Miki was different. His presence was always calming, and he would almost certainly be by himself tonight as well. Kozue would probably be out debauching herself with some older student, getting ready to torture Miki with that knowledge.


Juri did not like Kozue. She didn’t understand how two twins could be so completely different. She knew that Miki’s relationship with Kozue was very fractious, but he didn’t like to talk about it. She wanted to help him somehow, but didn’t know how. Plus, of course, it was his business and if he didn’t want her to know, she couldn’t pry. Juri walked over to the phone and dialed the number. After a few rings Miki picked up. “Hello?”


“Hello Miki.” Juri smiled. Miki’s soft voice always calmed her. This seemed like a better idea by the minute.


“Juri-Sempai?” Miki sounded confused. “Is there something wrong? Is there some council business that has to be attended to?””


“No,” she lied smoothly. “It’s just…” She paused for a moment. “I’m finding myself at a loose end and with no energy or inclination to cook. I was going to go out for dinner and I was wondering if you wanted to join me.”


There was a brief pause at the other end of the line before Miki replied. “Of course, Juri-Sempai It would be a delight.” There was an air of hesitation in his voice. He was probably wondering just why Juri had invited him. They usually only ate together in school or at council events. However, he was much too much of a gentleman to pry further. Juri was grateful for that, even if her mind told her that it would be good to talk about things with someone.


As always, she ignored that part of her mind. “Good. I’ll see you at….” She idly searched for the name of a restaurant – a small one just outside Ohtori came to mind and she repeated it. “At about eight-thirty?”


“Of course. I’ll see you there.”


“Miki?” Juri caught him before he said his goodbyes. “One more thing – could you…could you not wear your council uniform tonight?”


Another pause. “Of…course. I’ll see you in an hour.”


“Goodbye Miki,” said Juri and hung up the phone. The part about not wearing his uniform had come for nowhere, surprising even herself. It had just slipped out. She probably didn’t want to be reminded of Ohtori at all tonight.


Looking down at her own uniform, she decided it was good idea all around and started to walk to her bedroom, stripping off her uniform as she went.


They both arrived at the restaurant at the same time, exactly one hour later. Miki was completely punctual (of course) and Juri was never one to be late. She’d changed from her council uniform into a simpler ensemble, just a light pair of slacks and a shirt, with a light auburn sweater over it. Nothing too fancy, yet somehow she still managed to effortlessly outshine everyone around her.


Miki smiled in greeting when he saw her. He was dressed casually himself. He was a little surprised at the dinner invitation, but then again, something had been off with Juri all day. Most people hadn’t noticed it, but most people didn’t know Juri as well as he did.


Which wasn’t really that well at all, actually, he thought to himself. He knew Juri from the council of course, and he certainly considered her a friend – possibly even his best friend at Ohtori, but he always felt like he was never quite seeing the true Juri, the one below the surface.


Tonight he felt like he may be getting a taste of it and it was quite different from the Juri he knew. She was trying hard to project her usual mood, but it wasn’t quite working. Underneath she seemed distracted, almost sad. Just before they said their greetings, Juri looked up and before her mask slipped into place, he caught a glimpse of her eyes and there was a horrible, lonely sadness in them – one that quite alarmed Miki. He didn’t want to pry, but he hated to see Juri unhappy.


They sat down and ordered, both of them already having decided what to eat on the way over. Efficiency was in both of their natures.


“And how are you tonight, Miki?” asked Juri, her mask now fully in place.


“Fine, thank you, Juri-sempai,” replied Miki. “I must say, I was a little surprised that you invited me for dinner this evening.”


Juri shrugged in an almost perfect imitation of nonchalance. “No sinister reasons, I assure you,” she said dryly, “I simply felt I wanted company. I hate dining in restaurants alone, and takeout didn’t appeal to me.”


“If I’d had some warning, I could have cooked.” Miki shrugged. “After all, Kozue is out this evening…” As ever, really. Not that he derived any joy from her steady string of boyfriends. He simply tried to ignore it as best he could.


Juri smiled. “I would hate to have put you out. Besides, it was an entirely spur-of-the-moment affair.”


“It is nice to see you out of the academy,” admitted Miki. “I don’t…there’s something going on there these days. Something I can’t put my finger on.”


“There’s always something unnatural going on there.” Juri didn’t look up to meet his gaze. “But I know what you mean. I feel it too.”


“It’s different now, isn’t it? I mean, before, we felt sort of in control, that we knew what was happening. Now…it’s like we’ve….” Miki shook his head. “I don’t know.”


“Ever since Touga stopped attending the meetings.” Juri looked up at last. There was a look of deep thought on her face. “That’s when it started. When Nanami took over as his proxy – since then, it’s been like we’ve ceased to be relevant and are just going through the motions.” She smiled coldly. “That’s what you’ve been feeling, isn’t it?”


Miki nodded.


Juri laughed softly. “I never thought I would be sorry to see Touga missing.” She paused. “Actually…I’m not, really. I’ve had…” She shook her head. “Forget it.”


Miki noticed the shadow flit across her face for just a moment as she said that. There was definitely something bothering her, something that had caused her to call him out of the blue and invite him to dinner. He wanted to help, but he didn’t know how to broach the subject. Juri was such an intensely private person, and he knew she would take offence at any blunt attempt to ask. He had to tread carefully. For now, he would stick to safe topics.


Juri, for her part, was starting to feel a little better. Miki was such a calming presence, she found. When he was on his own, that was – if Kozue was there, it was anything but. However, she still could not bring herself to completely clear her mind and that would not do. She had to try harder.


“You don’t like him,” said Miki.


“Touga?” Juri shrugged. “I suppose I don’t. Is it that obvious?”


Miki smiled a little. “Let’s just say that you didn’t seem to be terribly upset when either he or Saijonji stopped coming to council affairs.”


Juri smiled back. “You’re being uncharacteristically bold tonight, Miki. Clearly, getting you out of your uniform was a good idea.”


Miki blushed slightly. Juri’s mild flirtations always unsettled him (which he supposed was the point). He never quite knew how to take them.


“Speaking freely,” continued Juri, “no, I don’t like him. He toys with people far too much for my comfort, and his debauchery casts an unfavorable light on the rest of the council.” She raised her eyebrow. “Not, of course, that anyone seems to notice or care. We do seem to have uncommon powers in Ohtori.”


“Some of us,” said Miki. “I doubt I have very much at all, and his position didn’t help Saionji much when he was expelled. If it hadn’t been for the president, he would still be gone.”


“Mmm.” Juri sipped her drink reflectively. A shadow flitted across her features. “But I didn’t ask you here tonight to talk about council affairs or the power structure at Ohtori.”


“The uniform request was slightly odd, if I may say so,” ventured Miki.


“Maybe…” Juri felt a slight twinge in her voice as she spoke and worked to correct it. “Maybe I just felt I needed a break from the council, from Ohtori, from all that for a while.”


Miki noticed the catch. It was something to do with Ohtori, he was sure of it. It was beginning to come together now. Juri was depressed over some event that had happened there. It wasn’t student council business – after all, there was only him, Juri and Nanami on it now. He hadn’t upset her, and Nanami only mildly irritated her sometimes. That ruled that out. It was shaping together in his head now.


Their meal arrived, and they ate in silence. Not an uncomfortable silence, but the sort of companionable silence that good friends enjoy. Juri was glad for it. Miki’s presence might be calming, but talk of the student council just reminded her of Ohtori, and that was precisely what she was trying not to think about.


After they had finished eating, Miki set his cutlery down. “That was excellent,” he said. “Thank for inviting me.”


“You’re welcome,” said Juri with a small smile. “I know you’re a good cook, but it does a person good to get out once in a while.” Or forever, she thought sadly. Except that no-one really got out forever, did they? Even people you thought had gone always came back – just when you’d achieved some sort of contentment.


“Juri-sempai?” Juri looked up – she hadn’t realized that her gaze had fallen. It must have, though. Miki was looking at her, an undisguised look of worry on his face. Silently, she cursed her own lack of self-control. Normally she wouldn’t have made such a stupid error. “Are you…is something wrong?”


“Everything is fine,” she said in the calmest tone she could muster. She gave what she hoped was a dazzling smile, trying to sooth his fears.


“Juri-sempai…I hope you don’t think me forward or rude, but you haven’t seemed like yourself this evening.” Miki was nervous, trying not to stammer. Juri was not the cruel ice queen that some mischaracterized her as, but she had a fierce temper when riled. It didn’t happen very often, but he had seen the results. She might consider him a friend, but he was still prying.


“The…” Juri paused, trying to find an excuse to fit her mood (which must have been more obvious than she realized). “The whole business with the council is pressing hard on my mind. Plus work for school. It’s a lot to deal with.”


Miki did not believe her. The pause – very unusual for someone who always knows what they are going to say – was a giveaway. “If there’s anything I can do…”


Juri looked into his eyes as he said that. He was looking straight at her and there was a look in his eyes that was saying Please tell me. I can help you. For someone as shy and unassuming as Miki, that was quite an achievement, particularly with someone who cultivated as cold an image as Juri.


It was a measure of how much he did care for her, and it touched her. For a moment, she considered telling him, talking to him and seeing if that would help.


But only for a moment.


“Miki,” she said softly, “your concern is very sweet, if a touch misguided. I’m fine, really. Have you ever known me not to be?”


“I…” Miki finally shook his head. “No.”


Juri smiled, a warm smile that she hoped would soothe Miki, even if she didn’t feel particularly soothing. “If I didn’t know better, I would say that your chivalrous behavior…coupled with a fine dinner…well, I would say that you had designs.”


“Juri-sempai!” Miki blushed again, clearly embarrassed by the mild flirtation. That was the exact reaction Juri had anticipated and wanted. Miki would be too flustered to focus on Juri now.


It didn’t please Juri to manipulate Miki, but she didn’t think she had a choice. It also bothered her that as much as she hated Touga’s manipulations, she didn’t appear to have any compunctions when it suited her. But then, thought Juri sadly, hypocrisy did seem to be a part of her personality. She wiped her mouth elegantly and made a move to stand up. “Thank you for your company,” she said warmly. “I really should be getting home. It’s a school night after all.”


Miki nodded, the blush still having not fully gone away. He paused for moment, then spoke softly. “They way to our homes is quite similar. Perhaps…we can walk some of the way together?” He was a little embarrassed by Juri’s mild flirting, but he felt strongly he should do what he could to help her.


Juri tried not to frown as she heard his proposal. She had wanted to get home and retire to bed. On the other hand, there was still a few hours of the night left, and some company would be nicer than crying in the shower by herself. She smiled and nodded. “Of course.”


The bill came and Juri quickly and smoothly picked it up before Miki could. Her reflexes were so honed that she didn’t appears hurried at all.


“Juri-sempai!” protested Miki. “I should…”


“I invited you,” said Juri firmly. “My treat, I insist.”


Miki nodded, and they got their coats and left. It was a cool night and they both put their coats on immediately after leaving the restaurant. The road back to Ohtori led down by the river and they walked there in companionable silence for a while.


The night was clear and the stars shone brightly above. Juri found herself looking at them as they walked. They were so very beautiful and she found herself wishing that she could be here with…


She caught herself before thinking that. It would not do well to brood about things that were never going to happen. Of course, that was what she spent all of her time doing anyway.


“What are you looking at?” It was Miki.


“The stars,” she said without thinking. “They look so romant…” She cut herself off, realizing what she’d been about to say. Stupid! She really was not operating at her full strength today. She glanced over at Miki, to see if he’d realized what she was about to say, but he showed no signs of having done so. Either that or he was being too polite to say. Either one worked for her.


“I just like looking at the stars,” she said by way of explanation.


After a few more minutes, they entered the Ohtori grounds and came to the fountain in the gardens. Juri found herself giving a small smile as she recognized it as the fountain she came to at night when she couldn’t sleep. She’d forgotten it was on the way home.


The fountain always soothed her mood as well. The running of the water, the cool night air, that always took her mind off things. Except, of course, for that night when Utena Tenjou had joined her and she’d ended up trying to wrestle her ring from her finger. At least, that had been what she’d ended up trying to do. She honestly had no clue what her true intentions had been when she first leaned in.


Utena. Now there was another subject that she had an entire library of thoughts about. However, this night was not the night to think about them either.


Juri walked over and sat on the fountain. Miki paused for a second, and then joined her. She hadn’t really expected him to, but did not really want to send him away. It would be rude, and he would almost certainly think it unusual.


“I like it here,” she said after a moment. “I come here a lot.”


“It’s after curfew,” pointed out Miki, snapping his stopwatch.


Juri looked over at him and smiled. “We’re student council members. Who is going to report us?”


Miki grinned. “And of course, then you would simply arrange for the teacher in question to vanish mysteriously, never to be seen again.”


Juri laughed softly. “Of course.”


Her laugh was a beautiful, musical sound, thought Miki. At least, her real laugh, not the polite one she used in meetings and other official functions. He appeared to be one of the few people that could bring it out of her, and even then it was only a soft, short laugh. He had never heard her laugh properly – a long, full laugh. He wondered what it would sound like.


Her smile was also dazzling. Again, her real smile, not simply a polite perfunctory one. She was an incredibly beautiful woman, even if her beauty did seem a touch icy at times. However, when she smiled, it lit the whole of her face up and put her in a whole other level.


Miki wanted to help her and he knew she was hurting in some way. However, for some reason, he wasn’t thinking particularly clearly right now. His thoughts on Juri were looming large in his mind and he couldn’t seem to shake them.


And then he knew – he knew what was wrong with Juri. At least, he had a fairly good idea – and he knew just how to fix it. Mind you, there was a part of his brain that was yelling that it was a terrible idea, but he didn’t seem to be listening to that part right now.


He looked over at Juri, who was still staring at the stars. The soft running of the fountain was the only sound he could hear. They were utterly and completely alone. “Juri?” he said softly.


She turned her head around to catch his gaze, a quizzical look in her eyes. “Yes?” she said softly.


Miki steeled up all of his courage, leaned forward and softly kissed her on the lips.


To say Juri was surprised would have been the understatement of the century. In fact, for the first time in as long she could remember, Juri was completely at a loss. One moment, Miki was looking into her eyes, the next he was leaning forward and kissing her.


It was a soft kiss, simply pressing his small delicate lips to hers, but it was definitely a romantic one. Miki’s eyes were closed but Juri could not close hers. She was simply too shocked at this turn of events.


Miki’s eyes opened and met hers. Seeing the shocked look on her face, he drew back, breaking the kiss. They looked at each other for a few agonizingly long moments, neither knowing exactly what to say.


Juri broke the silence. “Miki,” she said hesitantly, and then tailed off.


Miki could have kicked himself. What had just done? He had totally misread the situation and now Juri had to be furious at him. He stood up quickly. “I’m sorry, Juri-sempai,” he said, unable to meet her gaze. “I should go…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…” Unable to finish his sentence, he decided to do the cowardly thing and make a run for it. Turning quickly, he began to walk quickly back to his house.


Juri’s arm shot out and grabbed his wrist. Her reflexes were excellent, as usual. “Miki,” she said, an odd tone in her voice. “Don’t go, please.”


“I’m…I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I need to go.”


Her grip was like steel, however. She’d always been so much stronger than him. “Miki,” she said sadly. “Sit down. I don’t think I could take if you and I weren’t talking, either.”


Miki turned to look at her and was shocked at the look on her face. Juri looked so sad, so forlorn, that it totally threw him for a loop. He had never seen her so helpless before. It was a look he was more accustomed to seeing on himself, to be honest.


Finally he just nodded and sat back down next to Juri, who let go of his hand.


They sat in silence for a few minutes until Juri spoke. “You kissed me.” However, she didn’t sound angry, just confused. “Why did you do that?”


“I thought it would help.” Seeing Juri’s confused look, he continued: “You, that is. I thought it would help you.”


“Me? But…”


Miki continued before he lost his nerve. Juri’s inquiring gaze was already unsettling him. “You haven’t been yourself all day. Normally, you’re so cool and collected, but today…today you’ve seemed distracted. Everyone else in the team thought you were just in a bad mood. Nanami thought…well, it doesn’t matter what Nanami thought…”


“You were talking about me behind my back with Nanami?” Now anger was beginning to seep into Juri’s tone. She didn’t like being the topic of everyone’s curiosity.


“I’m sorry!” said Miki. “I was just worried about you. You’re just so…guarded all the time. When something’s wrong, I can never tell what it is. I just wanted to help.”


Despite her annoyance, Juri was touched by Miki’s words. She smiled. “As I said before, your concern is very sweet.” She paused. “Guarded? Yes, I suppose I am.” She sighed. “All right, let’s not be so guarded for a few minutes – neither of us – and let’s get this sorted out. Tell me what you think is wrong, please?”


Miki looked into her eyes. She wasn’t trying to hide her feelings anymore and he could see the deep sadness in her eyes. He took a deep breath. “It’s a romantic problem, isn’t it?”


Juri’s eyes went wide. “What makes you say that?”


“Little things,” said Miki cautiously. “Things you’ve said tonight. Even the invitation – I could tell that there was something behind it. I knew it wasn’t council problems. You were this way at the meeting today and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Plus, the only people that attend are Nanami and I, and neither of us have hurt you as far as I can tell.”


“No,” said Juri softly. “No, you haven’t.”


“Touga…” Miki paused, seeing Juri’s face frown at the mention of the name. “He said once that you sought the power to revolutionize the world to attain your own miracle. He also said once that you had been…in love, and it had not been happy for you.”


“Damn him,” said Juri quietly, her face dropping.


“Then tonight, we were talking, and you were looking at the stars and you were going to say something about it being romantic…”


“I didn’t think you had heard me.”


“And when you said it, you sounded…so sad.” Miki finished then looked at Juri, whose face was still down, shadows hiding her eyes. “I thought it must be…a romantic relationship gone wrong. I’m sorry, Juri-sempai, I really didn’t mean to bring up harsh memories.”


“You always were so smart,” said Juri, head still bowed, eyes still hidden. “You’re right, you know. But what does this have to do with you kissing me?”


Miki blushed furiously. “I…I’m sorry,” he stammered. “Please forgive me.”


“There’s nothing to forgive. I’m just curious.”


“I…” Miki was sweating now. “I was just thinking…you were smiling and laughing, and you always look so beautiful when you do that – not that you’re not beautiful normally, and I was just thinking how stupid anyone could be to hurt you, especially if they were involved with you. Anyone who had that would be stupid to lose it, and…” He realized he was babbling and sweating heavily and he paused to catch his breath.


Juri was now looking straight at Miki, deeply confused. Did Miki have a crush on her? She’d never thought their relationship was anything more than platonic, nor had she given any indications that she thought of him in any other way.


Unless, of course, he had misread her occasional mild flirtations. She had always thought, though, that it had been obvious that they were only teasing. She decided to bite the bullet and ask Miki directly.


“No!” he said quickly. “I mean, maybe I did when we first met. I mean, how could I not? You’re so beautiful and elegant – I think most boys my age probably have a crush on you.”


“Oh, Miki,” said Juri, a small smile on her face, “now you’re just flattering me.”


Miki blushed again. “But once I got to know you, we became friends, and then it sort of went away. It was so much better being your friend. You’re probably my best friend at Ohtori, Juri-sempai.”


Juri smiled – one of her sincere warm smiles that made her face light up.


“I wasn’t thinking clearly,” admitted Miki. “I don’t know what I was thinking, really. I was just thinking how beautiful you looked and how sad you looked and what I could to comfort you…” He shook his head. “It doesn’t make much sense now. I’m sorry – I don’t usually act so impulsively.”


“Everyone’s allowed to do strange things sometimes,” said Juri, still with a small smile. She looked at Miki, made a snap decision, and stood up. “Come on.”


Miki stood. “Where?”


“My rooms.”


Miki blushed furiously. “Juri-sempai!”


Juri laughed. “Don’t get any ideas, Miki. I’m just going to talk to you. Something I probably should have done a while ago.” She grinned. “Besides, don’t you want to know who your competition is?”


Miki kept blushing, but smiled. “You’re teasing me. Isn’t this against school policy?”


Juri nodded. “However, as I said before, Ohtori policy doesn’t seem to apply to council members. Come on.”


They arrived back at Juri’s rooms in a few minutes. Miki was a little concerned about the time – Kozue would be back by now, and would almost certainly be wondering where he was. However, it would not do Kozue any harm to wonder where he was for a change.


He removed his coat and shoes as Juri did the same, and they both walked into the living room.


“Take a seat.” Juri indicated the sofa. “Would you like some tea? I’m about to make some.”


Miki nodded. “Thank you.”


Juri smiled and walked into the kitchen. As she prepared the tea, she wondered if she was doing the right thing. After all, she could trust Miki, couldn’t she? He was supposed to be her best friend. She needed to trust someone again, to let someone else help her. This was a good idea. After the tea was prepared, she took a deep breath, took the two cups and walked back into the living room. She gave one to Miki and sat down on an armchair next to the sofa.


“When I was younger,” she began, deciding to jump straight in. “Just a few years ago – I fell in love. In retrospect, I suppose the feelings had been building for years. I had either just not noticed them, or been actively trying not to notice them.


“The other person and I had been friends for years – since childhood. But one day, when I looked at them, I realized I loved them – and not just as a friend. I was in love, and all I wanted to do was grab them, to kiss them, to tell them how I felt.


“But I couldn’t. I was scared, and so I said nothing, and pretended that we were simply friends. And I was…well, I can’t say that I was happy. But I was content, and I’ve found that I am surprisingly comfortable with simply being content.” Juri’s head sank and she set her tea down. “I’m such a coward, Miki.”


Miki shook his head. “No, you’re not! Everyone looks up to you, Juri-sempai! You’re one of the bravest…”


“No. No, I’m not. When it comes to love, I’m a coward. I could have told…them. I could have told them how I felt, but I was scared, and it ruined everything.” Juri sighed. “You see, they thought there was someone else that I liked…” She paused. “Let’s just say that a lot of people were hurt, and it was because I didn’t have the courage to speak up, to be honest about how I felt…about who I was.”


“What happened?” asked Miki softly.


“They left. In all the fallout, they transferred away, and it broke my heart.” Juri’s voice cracked on the last part. “I didn’t think I would ever get over it, and I took their picture and I put it in my locket. That way, I could always look at it and remind myself of what I had lost, about how they would never be mine. Torturing myself for my weakness.”


“The locket you always wear?” Miki’s face was a mask of concern and worry.


Juri simply nodded and reached around her neck, finding the thin gold chain and pulling the locket out from under her clothes. Steeling herself, she unclasped it and took it off. Then she reached over and handed it to Miki.


“There,” she said softly. “Now you know everything.”


“Juri…” Miki looked at it for a moment. “You don’t have to…” Seeing Juri’s expression, he looked down at the locket and opened it. Inside, much to his surprise, was a small black and white picture of a slight, pretty girl, her face partially turned away from the camera.


Miki’s eyes went wide. “You’re…”


”A lesbian,” said Juri quietly. “It’s okay, Miki. You can say it out loud. It took me long enough to.”


Miki looked down at the locket picture again. “I know her,” he said finally. “She just transferred back to the academy recently, didn’t she?”


“Shiori Takatsuki,” murmured Juri. “Yes. Only a few weeks ago.”


“Oh, Juri-sempai, I’m so sorry. This must be terrible for you! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You’ve been going through this all by yourself.”


“As you said, I’m a very guarded person, Miki. It isn’t easy for me to open up to anyone. Much less about something as delicate as sexuality.” She looked up at him and smiled. “You don’t seem particularly surprised, though.”


“Well,” said Miki carefully. “There have been rumors, occasionally.”


“I know,” said Juri wryly. “I hear all the rumors, remember?”


“And more than a few people have noticed that you’ve never had a boyfriend or even been on many dates.” Miki shrugged. “Although most boys are scared to approach you.”


“Which is a situation that suits me perfectly.”


“Juri-sempai?” Miki cleared his throat. “The…situation with you and Shiori…what happened?”


Juri looked away. “As I said, I fell in love with her. But I was scared to tell her. What if she rejected me? What if she had told the entire school? I was a different person back then, Miki. I couldn’t have handled that.


“So I said nothing. But Shiori could tell that something had changed between us. There was a boy who liked me. Shiori thought I liked him too – and I did, as a friend. But nothing as anything else. She seduced him, thinking it would hurt me – telling him that I was in love with another, and would never love him. Which was true, although she didn’t know that.


“She was right, you know. It did hurt me, watching the two of them together – knowing that it was all for the sole purpose of hurting me. It tore me apart, and it didn’t stop when they both transferred. It didn’t even stop when I found out they had split, because then in my mind I saw Shiori with other boys, doing the same things, imagining that she was doing it again just to hurt me. How egotistical am I? And all the time, I’m sitting with her picture in my locket, wishing she could be mine. Knowing that she never would be.”


Juri closed her eyes. “Today was the anniversary of when we met, all those years ago. Normally, I would be okay with it, but now that she’s transferred back, now that she’s so close…I’m weak and scared, Miki. I was too scared and weak to tell her how I felt, and now I’m too scared and weak to move on. I just can’t…” She realized tears were falling down her face and she placed her head in her hands and cried silently for a few minutes.


Miki sat on the sofa and watched as Juri softly wept into her hands. He had never seen such a display of emotion from her before, nor had he ever seen her cry before. But now he realized that she probably did a lot, when she was alone in her rooms – as he did, when Kozue wasn’t there and he felt he could be weak and break down, crying about his failed relationship with his sister, about his uncaring parents, and the harsh, cruel truths of the world that he saw at Ohtori and outside. About how he wished he could return to a simpler time, a time when everyone loved him and he loved everything, and the world seemed so bright and full of hope.


Juri finished crying, and wiped her eyes, looking back up at Miki. Strangely, she saw that his eyes were brimming with tears, too. “Miki?” she said softly. “Are you all right?”


“We can’t, can we?” he said softly. “Go back to simpler times?”


“I don’t think so,” said Juri sadly. “I used to think that I could, that I could turn back time and return to the time when Shiori and I were together, were friends. But as you grow older, you realize you can’t.” She shrugged. “You have to move forward – I know that. I just can’t let her go, can’t let the image I have of her in my locket go. Not yet.”


“Why did she do it?”


“I don’t know. She misread my actions, maybe. Thought I was going to hurt her and moved to do so before I did. Or maybe she figured out what I really felt and couldn’t handle it, moving to hurt me to show that we would never be a couple.” Juri sighed. “I don’t think that was it, though. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know how I feel.”


“Who does?”


“You, of course. Ends of the World.”


“This is why you joined the dueling game.”


Juri sighed. “Yes. My exact reasons, though…” She paused. “It’s not important. Touga knows, though who knows how. He knows everything, somehow. Himemiya knows too.”


“The Rose Bride?”


Juri nodded. “Again, don’t ask me how. I don’t understand her, and I don’t care to. But she knows. You, though, are the first person I’ve ever told.”


“I’m honored,” said Miki honestly.


Juri smiled, lighting up her face again, despite her red-rimmed eyes. “I should have told you long ago. Dear, sweet Miki. How did you ever end up here at Ohtori?”


Miki flushed again. “You’re embarrassing me.”


“I mean it. You’re one of the few people here I feel I can trust. Most of the rest of the council I wouldn’t leave my back exposed to.”


“Juri-sempai,” said Miki warmly. “You’ve helped me more than I’ve helped you. I don’t know how I would have managed everything if it wasn’t for your friendship.”


“You’re stronger than you realize, Miki.”


“Not as strong as you, despite what you might currently be thinking.” Miki smiled. “At least now I know why you ‘rejected’ me. I’m not exactly your type.”


Juri laughed softly. “True. Although, from rumors, it would seem that you’re quite popular amongst your female classmates – and now I’ve seen that you’re quite the kisser. Have you been practicing?”


“Are you trying to make me die of embarrassment, Juri-sempai?” asked Miki in a bashful tone.


“I’m just teasing, you know that.”


“I don’t really have any experience with that sort of thing,” said Miki uncomfortably. “Besides, we don’t really have time for that, right now.”


“If you say so.”


“Juri-sempai?” Miki looked up to catch her eye. “What…what are you going to do about Shiori?”


Juri sighed heavily, resting her chin on her hand. “I don’t know. My original plan was to try to put it all out of my mind, to finally break free of stupid obsession.” She held up her locket again. “You see how well that turned out.” She paused for a moment. “I don’t know. Things have a way of building to a head in Ohtori, even without any influence from people.”


”They certainly do.”


“Something will happen,” said Juri distantly. “I suppose I shall just see what happens. Being near her makes me too sad these days. I…want to reconcile with her. Even if we can’t be…together, I would hope that we can be friends, but the way I feel right now, I don’t believe that’s possible. Maybe one day, after we both move past what’s holding us back.” Her voice dropped to a sad whisper. “But not yet.”


“If I can speak candidly…”


“Go right ahead. Tonight is a night for it, it seems.”


Miki smiled. “Juri-sempai, you’re beautiful, intelligent, elegant…almost perfect.”


Juri smiled. “I think we both know that isn’t quite true. But thank you.”


“Shiori seems…well, I don’t think she deserves you!” Juri raised an eyebrow at Miki’s tone. “You deserve so much better…you deserve to be happy!”


“Miki.” Juri’s tone was slightly chiding. “I know it doesn’t make sense, but I can’t stop loving her. I…just can’t.”


“There has to be plenty of boys…I mean…girls at Ohtori who would be honored to be with you. There must be other girls you find attractive?”


Juri smiled slightly. “Well…there is…no, never mind.”


“What is it?”


“You’ll laugh.”


“I promise I won’t.”


Juri glanced up at the ceiling briefly. “Utena Tenjou,” she said finally.


“Oh,” said Miki, fiddling with his collar nervously. “You also?”


Juri looked at him, a smile on her face. “Miki! You surprise me.” She glanced out of the window, an odd look in her eyes. “Still, she is quite something, isn’t she?”


“I’ve never quite met anyone like her, that’s certain.”




“She’s beautiful, kind, brave…” Juri sighed. “That sort of thing can turn a girl’s head. If only she wasn’t so damned trusting and naïve…”


“Or a boy’s,” said Miki with a smile. Then his smile fell slightly. “You have heard the rumors..?”


“About Utena and the Rose Bride? Miki, I hear all the rumors, remember?” Juri shrugged. “I don’t know if it’s true. If it is, she doesn’t have very good taste in women.” Seeing the look on Miki’s face, Juri’s face fell. “Oh, Miki – I’m sorry.”


“I know you don’t like her,” said Miki with a shrug. “But you’ve never quite explained why.”


“Personal reasons,” said Juri evasively.


“Didn’t you win her once..?”


“I’m sorry, Miki,” said Juri firmly. “We may be being candid at the moment, but that’s something I don’t want to talk about tonight.”


“I’m sorry,” said Miki apologetically. The air grew tense for a moment.


Juri broke the tension. “Speaking of Himemiya, does the fact that you are appreciating Tenjou more mean that your crush is gone?” she asked with a small grin.


“I like her, yes,” said Miki uncertainly. “But I think I was looking at her as more of symbol than as a person. I think it’s mostly gone.”


“I am a little surprised to hear that you and Nanami have been meeting behind my back,” added Juri. “Is there more that I should know?”


Miki couldn’t quite meet her gaze. “Just council business. Besides, you know that no-one would ever live up to her big brother in her eyes.”


“She likes you, even if she tries to hide it. I can see it when she talks to you.” Juri smiled again. “Never mind, I think I’ve teased you quite enough for one night.” She glanced over at the clock on the wall. “Goodness. I hadn’t realized it was so late.”


Miki did the same. “The day’s almost over.” Kozue would no doubt be very confused by this point. It wouldn’t hurt for her to be on that end for a change.


“It’s a school day tomorrow,” said Juri unhappily. “I think we’ll both regret the late night in the morning.” She looked over at him. “But I don’t think I’ll regret anything else about tonight,” she added warmly. “Thank you, Miki.”


“I just listened,” said Miki, a little embarrassed by her tone.


“Sometimes that’s all people need.” Juri stood up. “But we should really get to bed now. Hopefully no-one will see you leave - the last thing Ohtori needs is more rumors.”


“I agree.” Miki rose from the sofa and walked over to the door. “I’ll see you at the meeting tomorrow?”


“Of course.” Juri walked over to join him. “Miki?”


“Yes?”

Juri leaned down and kissed him lightly on the cheek. She pulled back to see the surprised look on his face. “What would we do without each other, Miki?”


“I don’t know what I would do without you,” said Miki. “You keep me sane, Juri-sempai.”


“And you do the same to me.” Juri and Miki looked at each other for a moment, and then hugged briefly. They separated, and Juri opened the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”


“Good night, Juri-sempai,” said Miki with a small smile, and left. Juri watched him go for a few minutes, and then closed the door. She walked back over to her chair and sat down.


It had been quite a night. Miki had seen more of her true self than perhaps anyone had for a long time, and yet she felt a lot better about everything now. Nothing had changed from the day before, and nothing was likely to change, but now she felt a little less alone.


By force of habit, she reached in and pulled out her locket, opening it to the picture of Shiori inside. “Oh, Shiori,” she whispered. Closing it again, she placed it under her clothes and stood up, starting to walk to the bedroom.


Perhaps Shiori would never love her. Perhaps there really were no such things as miracles. Perhaps she was simply not destined to have any of the things she really wanted. Juri did not know.


However, at least she did know that there were good people in the world. People she could trust. Miki was one of those people and she was glad to know him. Tenjou might be one too. People she could trust, people who could be there for her when she felt weak, or who she could be there for when she was strong.


Juri smiled sadly to herself and walked into her bedroom.


The End.


Author’s Notes:


Just a short little piece there to answer one of the questions I’ve always had about the series, namely – when did Miki find out about Shiori and Juri? He doesn’t appear to know when Shiori returns to the school. However, at the tennis game near the end of the series, Juri and Utena talk about both Juri’s feelings for Shiori and the locket, while Miki is there. He seems to already know, which means he and Juri must have talked about it.


Plus, I’ve always liked Juri and Miki together – not as a couple, of course – but it’s obvious over the course of the series that they truly care for each other and are close, which is unusual for the Student Council.