Drabbles

By spheeris1

Pairing(s): Several…read and find out…

Warnings/notes: Surreal little drabbles, originally posted at

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[Bedfellows Are Like Lemons]

Nanami wanted to be disgusted. It was right to be disgusted.
But, instead, she felt pleased with herself.
It had to have been all her own doing, to wake up one morning and crack the eyes open...and see Arisugawa Juri in her bed.
Who would have guessed?
Nanami would not have guessed it in a million years.
But Juri was no ordinary woman, for Nanami did not consider her a *girl* by any means.
She was all Nanami wanted to be but was afraid she would not become. Juri was the future.
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It had to be a nightmare.
Otherwise, there was no other reason for Kiryuu Nanami to be in Juri's bed. So, instead of reacting...Juri just watched the girl sleep, for she considered Nanami a mere child.
A child who could be so destructive though. A child so aware of her own cruelty. For a moment, Juri admires the steel beyond the fashion Nanami so desires...this child doesn't even know her own potential.
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'What are you doing?'
'Undoing your top...isn't that the thing to do?'
'Who says that is the thing to do, Nanami?'
'I'm making the best of it. How about you do the same, Juri-sempai.'

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[Train Tracks]

I used to believe that once I got out from that trap, I could easily find you. I was looking, of course, in all the right places.
A girl screams. A child falls. A man gets shot.
You are like Superman and I am Lois Lane.
I am watching for someone who *looks* normal, a pink-haired girl with glasses...but I would see past that disguise.
You'd run into the phone-booth and I would follow you into the sky...well...at least that is what I thought would happen.
Instead, the world dances into peril and you are nowhere.
I refuse to believe that you are really gone.
Those swords held no power over you, those words of the past no longer haunt you...you broke free.
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Cities are dirty places.
I miss my garden. The dirt and the flowers and the worms and the bees. I miss getting topsoil on my fingers.
I think I might settle down and buy a farm and ride horses and grow ten-foot tall sunflowers. Then, whenever I finally catch up to you...you'd have a home.
We would have a home.
Then I change my mind. I order an iced coffee to go and start bouncing around the streets once more.
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Stupid.
Very stupid. And I am so grateful to be stupid.
Iced coffee in one hand, paper in the other. Not looking. Not paying attention. Traffic to and fro. People everywhere, walking as if fire licked at their heels...and me?
An obvious roadblock.
One impolite shove and I went sailing. The paper took off like a dove. The coffee was going to add creamy brown to my blouse...or my face, whichever was more appropo for the moment.
But it didn't happen.
I was suspended, eyes wide and studying the cracks of the sidewalk.
I was saved and reeled in like a fish, steady fingers pulling me upward. And it is you, after all this time...it is you.
'I've been looking for you...' I whisper.
'Just waiting for you to fall, Himemiya...just waiting.' You say to me as the people keep passing us by.

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[The Royal Ghost]

Millenniums ago, we were a mere family.
With a Father and a Mother, with Brothers and Sisters, with Aunts and Uncles...too many to count...
And you would take my tiny hand, walk me out into the cemetery and show me the dead.
My brother. My protector in those days.
Telling me stories of flying horses and golden towers.
Telling me oh so many tales that slowly became oh so many lies.
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'Let's go see the black marble tomb of our great-great Grandfather.' You would say and I would run to follow you.
Running past rows and rows of cherry trees, dying white blossoms sticking to the bottom of my shoes...running to keep up with your long long legs.
I watch you kneel and say a prayer. I say the same thing though I do not know what the words mean.
Perhaps we are asking permission to be here? Perhaps we are sheltering ourselves from the spirits of the departed?
And you tug me along like a doll.
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One night, you left me there. I fell asleep against a tall oak as you ran away...laughing at me...playing your older brother tricks...
And I tell myself that I was dreaming the whole time, that the things I saw that night...were not real.
Years and years from that time, I tell myself it is not real.
But I am telling a tale now, dear Brother. I am telling lies.
That night, I stumbled past stone markers and past the iron gates of several tombs. Places you had not shown to me...I did see...people I did not know...I did see...
Shadows morphed into beings, walking and disappearing in the shafts of moonlight--turning to mist before my eyes.
Only one paused at the sight of me and dared me to continue to stare.
And it was myself.
My eyes looking back at me, dull and hollow. My lips smiling at me, frozen and sharp. My hair of violet, long and tangled.
And she held your sword, Brother, she held your sword.

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[Make It Pink]

Shiori bought the flowers to remind herself of the plan at hand. Things had to be just so...things had to go off without a hitch...
Nothing had changed.
Not in all these years.
Every night she dreamed of dead women dancing in tattered red gowns, every night she envisioned roses of orange wilting in the rain.
Others forgot the past...Shiori lived in it still.
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Shiori took the flowers and put them in a nice vase.
She held it tightly as she entered the elevator, pushing the button for the twelfth floor.
All the way up, she recalled one mental playground of perfection--Tenjou Utena.
Juri was not perfect. She was flawed and human and real.
Juri fell short of the ideal.
Shiori was looking for the 'real thing'.
So many offer it...so many think they have it...the power to change the world. The power of Revolution.
But no, not at all. Only Utena.
A tomboy with a heart of gold. A Prince among Princes.
Shiori knew, after all this time, she was owed a little royal treatment.
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'Found you.' Shiori said softly, sitting the vase of pink roses down and amazingly pleased that they matched her hair.
'Do I know you?' Utena asked. How terrible, to still be living without remembering. Shiori would change that.
The castle still stood, despite all appearances. The tower still gleamed in the noonday sun. The gate was still closed.
'Yes, you do...'Shiori murmured, moving closer...invading personal space, sliding her hand along Utena's face.
Beautiful and bewildered blue stared back at her. The eyes of salvation...and Shiori had no problem in taking what those eyes promised.
Once she placed her lips upon Utena's, Shiori knew that the past would come flooding back. Specters of time would creep inside and grab hold of the two of them, racing them back to the End of the World.
Back to their own Never-Never Land.

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[An Understanding]

There was a time when Kanae could have loved Anthy.
She wished for a sister, when she was young and lonely and needed someone to be the other 'doll' on the playground.
She wanted someone younger than her to take care of and shelter and teach.
She wanted to have someone love her unconditionally.
In between blank moments of time, spaces that Kanae can not seem to fill in, she knows that Akio does not love her.
He could have anyone. He could have anything.
What was this wisp of a girl to him?
'Plain Jane' Mother called her all the time.
Kanae knows Anthy is not plain. She is small and silent, with glasses that hide her eyes from observance. But when those eyes are open, when they stare deep into your very soul---Kanae swears that Anthy is casting some sort of voodoo.
Kanae swears she can feel the a million needles pierce her skin, she can feel the blood slip out of her veins and pool at her feet.
Then the moment passes. Akio watches the stars and Anthy smiles like a malevolent Mona Lisa from the shadows.
Kanae fears that smile.
But now, with raven petals upon her breast, Kanae understands something important...something grand and paramount.
Kanae holds up the crumpled picture and presses it to Anthy's lips, closes her eyes in insane rapture as the seconds fly by.
A blank moment indeed. An understanding.
Kanae loves Anthy like she loves Akio.
And it is hate.

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[A State of Blindness]

Sometimes, she places her cold hand over her eyes and blocks out the light of the day. Underneath the chosen darkness, she can see another world.
Neon lights flash over shiny pavement, ivory gleams like a diamond in the distance...hovering upon the horizon for a second before falling into slumber...
She can smell honeysuckle, blue-bells, roses and marigolds.
She can see the deep purple of the butterfly bush, the twisting vine of kudzu and the sunset orange of irises.
She feels soft and pliant ground beneath her feet, an endless field of green in which to run or play or sleep.
And she knows, just around the corner...just over the bend, is her family. Her mother whistling some nameless tune as she prepares a meal. Her father showering the garden with water from the lime-green hose.
But she cannot stay there. Closer to the ivory...someone waits for her to return. She doesn't want to leave home, but the scent of something more drives her forward. The sound of pain, echoing over the atmosphere, calls to her. She can hear the sickening sound of crashing metal, she can feel the anguish of a million swords of hate, she can taste the copper of blood on her lips.
Nearer still...she can see the face of someone she used to know.
Nearer still...she can touch the skin so fragile and used.
Nearer still...but not near enough.
Sometimes, she takes her hand away from her eyes and stares out into the nothingness that is her current world. Sweat covers her brow in fear and longing for something she does not understand, something she cannot grasp...
Something she is afraid to truly see.

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