Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Daddy Dearest ❯ From the Seal of Ceasar Himself ( Chapter 1 )

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            ; Daddy Dearest

 

            ; By Saoirse the Irish Colleen

 

            ; Chapter I: From The Seal of Caesar Himself

 

            ; “Ne, Himemiya? Do you remember your parents?” The Indian girl paused sprinkling an elegant cluster of white and red roses in a teal urn that dated back to antiquity and blinked behind her innocuous spectacles, clearing away the cobwebs off a hope chest of memories.

            ; “Saa, Utena-sama. I don't think I can any more. It's been so long…” Her musical voice faded reverting back to her tiny, beatific grin. The pink-haired champion cradled her chin in a small fist and rested her sharply bent elbow on a thigh while wasting time in the Seitokai Rose Garden when she could have been with Miki brushing up for an upcoming algebra quiz in the library. Temptation however fluttered its silky feathers in her ear and whispered. 

            ; “Well who takes care of you then?” Anthy placed a small hand under the base of her golden watering pitcher bringing it up to her chest and spun around to face Utena, blinking once again. Utena's brow furrowed for the first time letting those little things about the Rose Bride get under her skin.

            ; “Utena-sama?”

The duelist fanned a hand impatiently. “Y'know! Tuition, clothes, and stuff. You have someone looking out for you… don't you?”

Anthy's face lit up and returned to her cherished roses.

            ; “Of course I do Utena-sama. My Onii-sama.”

            ; “You have a brother?”

            ; “Certainly.” Anthy spoke as though Utena had been privy to this bit of information all along, but having been christened a duelist purely by some sick cosmic joke so much about the duels, Ohtori, and all players involved were walled in mystery like nuns entombed alive in a convent. What was so damn enticing about some topsy-turvy imaginary floating castle? If she was helpless to do nothing else, Utena had to see this through to the end. But that wasn't going to deter Himemiya's interrogation, while she might meddle as Juri-sempai implied, she had her reasons, all of which were perfectly altruistic in contrast of Kiryuu Touga's indecent proposals.

            ; After dinner Utena steamrolled Himemiya out of the kitchen to do the dishes, quite capable of managing such a tedious task on her own and was forced to order her into the living room to watch television “like a normal person.” Over the running tap silly songs blared and bizarre dancing cartoon characters danced across the TV set, Himemiya seemed pleasantly settled in. There was however something unnerving about a high school girl engrossed with Ponkickies 21, but seeing that it was late and tomorrow was the weekend Utena decided to leave it be and just wanted to end the day catching up on her backlog of Margaret issues. Drying the last platter and placing it in the cupboard Utena trudged outside to take in the laundry when she saw somewhere in the middle distance over the hills from the east hall dormitories faint flashing lights alternating between a deep pink to saffron. “Okashii…”

            ; “Shitsurei shimassu…” The bold, baritone voice of Tanaka burst out into song, one of Nanami's assorted courtier rejects and nevertheless devoted minion. He had a brown leather messenger's satchel slung across his torso; the pouch lay on his hip.

            ; “How can I help you?” Utena asked. He thrust out a pristine white envelope and bowed deeply nearly kissing his knees. She accepted his delivery diffidently.

            ; “Oyasumi nasai.” Came his responding verse. He spun on the balls of his feet and marched in the direction of the front gate, Utena turned the envelope over to tear open the flap when she saw that a dollop of wax sealed the triangular lip, so red it resembled a bleeding wound in the flickering yellow light. Embossed in it was the figure of a rose.

            ; “Chotto-” Utena tried calling Tanaka back when she noticed his bag hadn't been fastened and sticking out from beneath the corner of the flap were hundreds of other envelopes all held closed with yellow wax. “From the seal of Caesar himself,” she murmured and tore open the letter. The facsimiled card spelled out some shallow details about a soiree taking place at the Kiryuu Mansion to be held the following evening celebrating the arrival of a new centerpiece hosted by Ohtori's princess herself, Nanami. The master of the house in that loping, lazy handwriting of his filled in the blank line above the address and time with the names of the invited. Utena felt a touch aggravated at Touga's presumptuousness, so in love with his plots plaiting his precious sister's eccentric hatred towards her within them just to confirm the roles of master and slave. What was the lust-obsessed bastard's game this time? More so, what exactly was a centerpiece soiree? On the upshot, Miki would ultimately turn up and be good company.

 

 

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            ; The wall had been good to her for the last hour and a half. Anthy seemed cheerily preoccupied with feeding Chu-Chu from her hours d'oeuvre plate- deviled eggs, Brie, watercress crackers dripping with seaweed spread. Utena frowned at the blue rose duelist pounding away at the baby grand in a trance to Rachmaninoff's Three Preludes; rather her frustration was directed at their blonde hostess in the Donna Karan posing for her adoring crowd. Utena and Anthy arrived `fashionably late' as Wakaba informed her but the fact of the matter was Utena was only thinking of her Rose Bride's well being, that is trying to sculpt a social life for the perfectly contented however inept Anthy. In the grandeur of the Kiryuu Estate Utena felt eerily claustrophobic drowning in the throng of Park Avenue mannequins with flapping, squeaky jaws. “Himemiya, I'm going to get some air,” she announced. Anthy finally picked up her head and looked at Utena.

            ; “Hai Utena-sama.” Utena dusted off the crumbs on her lap from munching strawberry meringues all night.

            ; “Be sure to keep Chu-Chu from the buffet. We don't want a repeat of the rumpus from the autumn fete.”

Anthy grinned. “Hai Utena-sama.” Utena shoved her hands in her pockets and shuffled out the rose frosted glass paned French patio doors. Collapsing on a pink cushioned deck chair she stretched out wondering if it was wise to leave Anthy alone, but Saionji had yet to make an appearance and lolled her head to the side hoping the image of his sneering face would tumble out. With her eyelids at half-mast Utena caught something winking at her from above. A pair of stars arched across the sky, their tails appendages of clean white fire behind them burned themselves out into eternity. She couldn't help but mourn a little Utena sat upright, mesmerized, a firmament of diamonds fanned out on the blackest sackcloth.

            ; “I suppose it's useless to say you get the best view from here.” The tiny hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stood at attention at the sound of her intruder. Utena's shoulders tensed like the steel cables supporting Rainbow Bridge in harsh winds as Touga approached her. She tossed her legs over the side of the chair and folded her arms, insolently when both knew at the moment she was anything but. “I won't bite.” He laughed his overconfident chuckle that seemingly accompanied his every breath.

            ; “Don't get me wrong. The only reason why I showed up was for Himemiya, it's not healthy to play cards with a mouse all day… not that I don't like Chu-Chu…” She heard a rustle of cloth and something warm hovering over her shoulder.

            ; “Here.” Utena craned her neck to see him holding a glass mug filled with a steaming bright golden brown brew filled a quarter of the way full. She took the drink delicately from his long fingers attempting to be graceful, but more fearful of dropping such a pretty cup.

            ; “Domo.” The glass beaker was set into a silver base fashioned to look like a rose, the connecting handle like its stem. Utena polished her fingertip along the inside of the arch feeling the dull bumps of the thorns. Uninvited, Touga sat behind her, their backs centimeters apart sipping his own drink engaged with the cosmos and eternity itself perhaps. Distrustful of his gesture Utena lifted the brim of the mug to her lips, wafting up her nostrils was the heady scent of cinnamon and ginger. She touched her lips with the scalding liquid startled that it was hot apple cider and not tea. A torrent of long-ago Christmas Eves with her Aunt Yurika and forgotten parents poured into her consciousness as if somehow this trifle was the key to unlocking painful past memories. She recalled how a therapist told her that she would have to face them one day if she were to truly accept their passing, but why now during these damnable duels! Is it possible there was a connection? Unbeknownst to her, Touga studied Utena carefully behind his bangs as she drank with a lopsided expression of melancholy and fatigue.

            ; “So I take it you're enjoying it?” Utena sprung from her place counting the five steps she took back. Touga slid back seductively on his elbow like the king of beasts he was, his tone held a certain irony always on the suggestive beckoning Utena to read between the lines. Her knit brows and trembling eyes ignited by the silver sparks behind them told him everything he needed to know.

            ; “Touga,” Utena began squaring her shoulders clearly stating how his presence affected her, “I kicked your ass once already. Do you want me to do it again for real?” He dropped his chin grinning triumphantly bunching his fingers in the base of his scalp.

            ; “Violence in women is so unbecoming.” While he had his head turned away from her Utena gulped down the rest of her cider with tremulous hands, the scorching sweet liquid swelling her throat, feeling it redden. “But with you, it's positively enchanting.” Utena unable to pay attention taking shallow hot breaths to quash the fire in her gullet was caught off guard when Touga leapt out clasping her wrists. Utena was jostled back into an iron patio table causing a vase to tip over and its roses to spill. She gasped and looked behind her, a spray of red and white petals flurried over the pink tablecloth like a bed in bridal suite.

            ; “Touga please…” Utena felt the blood pump in her face and angled her chin to the left. He applied only that much pressure on her pulse points, a static charge to jolt her into giving him her undivided attention.

            ; “Begging Tenjou?” He drawled. “Not your usual style.” They were moving once more, this time Touga grasped Utena by both upper arms, so fast they went Utena's scuffed Oxfords barely skimmed the surface of the concrete as he trapped her into a wall. His lips and tongue were fast and furious, dipping and delving into Utena's mouth, first resisting but her shields little by little laced with cracks then shattered for her to accept him. Utena's hormone clouded mind knew what a deceitful jackass Touga was, and above all else he was a poor pretender for her true prince who she suspected he knew the identity of. His mouth continued to nibble her lower lip when his eager palms traveled down the front of her jacket only tensing on her breasts reaching for the target between her legs. Utena screeched behind clenched teeth nearly cracking the top of her cranium on the white stucco had it not been for Touga's left arm wrapping around her shoulders to draw her further into his hard, cut torso with a speed honed from a decade of cruel martial arts training. His long index and middle fingers traced the seam between her legs up and down, from perineum to clit forcing Utena to hitch a tiny knee up on his hip and latch her arms over his shoulders rocking in time with Touga's strokes. She kept her face buried in his arm ashamed for him to see her inflamed face, and how much she wallowed in it despite the distrust. Her sex was alive with pulse like a heart and now moist, Utena was sure her shorts were stained; Touga could not deny her or himself any longer and yanked down the Lycra waistband enough to slide his hand in.

            ; Utena gargled out a grunt, stifled by Touga's starchy white jacket flanked by her teeth. Her nails pulled the red braids tearing them free from the gold pin, which held them to his red zipper seam sending it ricocheting like a bullet off the windowpane behind her with a pendant ping, softly landing on the grass. The need for flesh was so consuming it frightened Utena with this seemingly hidden part of herself, most likely to relieve some stress and provide distraction. Touga was after all the campus playboy and the easiest lay. It was a welcoming surprise for the Seitokaichou who allowed Utena to spin them both until his back slapped against the wall uncaring of who saw or what they thought of them, most of all Nanami, who Utena assumed that this might also be a part of his ploy to torment her. Touga reveled in her novice ministrations just watching her experimentations on his sweat-streaked chest; her pert berry lips anointed him with kisses and swipes of her cheeky tongue. “This is paradise…” Touga hummed sifting lengthy digits through Utena's rosy locks.

            ; Utena swayed against Touga's tumescence giving him a thorough taste of his own medicine, her open mouth hot and hard dragging her teeth just slightly along his pectorals and down his abs. She inhaled deeply, rose water, embers, and… her heart stopped just then. There was something here, a redolence of underlying anguish and wholesomeness, she had been there many times before but exactly when fled her memory like shadows of ghosts in a church graveyard at twilight. Angry tears welled at the corner of her eyes each a tiny crystal dagger stabbing, unforgiving of her error.

            ; “Aaahhh!!!!” Touga's palms smacked the wall loudly as Utena's sharp incisors sunk into his flat male nipples bringing them to life, then as he looked down to see the little mink soothingly lap and suck with her slim pink meat tracing a dangerous pathway in the shallow valley of his six pack inhaling deeply though Touga doubted she was in any way out of breath, pausing to kiss his navel and reached for his fly to the prize. “Stop.” He commanded coolly and gallantly took both her hands in one of his to help her rise. Utena's gimlet eyes took on a baleful cast resembling Sonoda Keiko after her took down her pigtails, hiked up her skirt, pushed aside her panties, bent her over in the rose garden and when he was finished threatened her to never show her face in his rooms again. Sonoda was thrown to the point of hysteria exclaiming she had never been to any of his rooms in the mansion, they were the only locked doors in the house! But Mikage Souji's curses didn't necessarily work on memory wiping everyone. Saionji included, but that pathetic, deluded fool was in such denial purely over the guilt after the Shinohara girl sought revenge after she so graciously sheltered him during his albeit temporary expulsion. And to think after Saionji's initial rebuff from her infantile letter, his fair prince-to-be now on her knees willing and ready went to her pony tailed princess' aide and got herself snarled in the duels when it was Wakaba herself who tacked the note on the bulletin board in a fit of desperate anger. But he didn't think to share this information with Utena… just yet.

            ; “Not good enough?” Utena snorted.

Touga cupped her cheek swiping his thumb at the corner of her moist eye. “Not here.” He gestured with a nod of his head towards the house. “My room… and anyway, I wonder if you really know what you're doing.”

            ; “It's a blowjob Touga, not brain surgery.”

            ; “Ho, the jargon of a cultured whore.” Utena cracked him across the jaw. Blood blossomed from a wound inside his cheek and he grimaced, Touga smiled outlines of red flashed on his perfect white molars. “One of the things I love about you.” Utena huffed looking away from him, if she hadn't been chasing after that scent and pleasure she would have stalked off a long time ago.

            ; “Ikou!” Touga took her hand and they stole up the narrow, winding cobblestone garden path to the west end of the house, up the white wrought iron spiral stairs to the third floor veranda but as they were about to flounce through the patio doors, a gaggle of Nanami's admirers with his sister talking nineteen to the dozen touring them from one room to the next with none of them permitted to respond as yes men do while subjugating themselves for the executive. They slipped in and on silent feet they treaded on the miles of plush red carpeting zigzagging through corridors ducking into shadow drenched cutaways for protection like refugees in a police state jumping at house sighs. They traded tongues silkily slick rolling in each other's mouths cutting off air supplies, Touga pulled Utena into his room bolting all three locks behind them the last of them engaged into the hold echoing loudly, more than she liked. Touga's footfalls were faint as he puttered about Utena scanned his room with her eyes treed to the floor by the door. His room was twice the size of her aunt's living room in her old house with few pieces of furniture to prevent it from looking cluttered. Thick rose drapes with white lace overlay, white double door walk-in closet with gilt inlayed panels and Tudor handles, an ebony highboy, and the infamous canopied bed that dominated his room. The little light in Touga's room was supplied by the full moon; her silvery beams caressed the pink satin transforming it into gauzy rippling pools. The icy breath from the AC ducts that kicked on from above startled Utena, relieving the humidity and clamminess from the muggy spring night weather.

            ; As Touga pulled the draperies together banishing their mother moon never once taking his eyes off of Utena. She in turn leaned back into the door on her side placing a hand on her chest and inhaled several deep, calming breaths that did absolutely nothing for the fluttering in her rib cage. The drifting of cloth across skin immobilized her, though she couldn't see Touga in the dark she did make out that he was naked and untying the thin ribbons on his four-poster bringing down the pink lace curtains hearing them scratchily sweep the carpet. He violently pulled off the top sheet letting it unfurl across the floor without a care, he was not allowing her to hide anything. Touga climbed on and lay back on the huge pillows and patiently waited. Utena was nearly finished.

            ; “Utena,” her name pealed like a danger signal, “come to me.” Softer than he was she crossed the room and approached the bed. “Drop your arms Utena.” One slender appendage masked her breasts, while the other held down lengthwise fanned out her hand fingers touching her left inner thigh. “You will never do that again. In fact, the next time you enter this room I will not allow you clothing. Nothing is hidden so easily here.” She let her arms fall to her sides screwing up her eyes focusing on where the satin pink panels of the canopy would be. Touga deliberately took his time scrutinizing, memorizing every curve and indent on Utena's body. He ran his knuckles on her hyper stimulated flesh from under the lace, marveling at his angel. Something caught in her throat when the coarse material teased the distended nipples. Utena almost took half a step back when his fingers brushed her ripe, shaved sex, so wet she was certain he knew and was afraid of parting her thighs in any way. When Touga pulled back the hangings enough to let her in she dove into his sheltering arms. She hated herself for wanting it. Touga smothered her face and neck with insistent kisses all at once rolling atop Utena his weight trapping her into the too-soft mattress, her passion bruised lips slackened as Touga rocked into her tantalizingly, but refused to pierce her. Deep rosy pink marks studded her sternum, Touga feasted upon her body so pale that her flesh had a bluish hue like the thick cream coating on fresh milk. Endless shapely legs, slender waist, flared hips and full breasts lithe and supple in his hands. Utena was a champion but he could mold her into a goddess. With my body I thee worship…

            ; Utena showing a remarkable display of flexibility uncurled her legs beneath his torso and enclosed them around his lower back. “Touga… onegai…” The Seitokaichou crooked a graceful red brow.

            ; “More begging Tenjou …?” Utena tossed her head from side to side groaning in earnest.

            ; “Why do you play these games with me? Why do you confuse me? What did I ever do to you?” He grinned very flippantly down at her propping himself on his elbow and penciled his name on her lips with his finger. Utena stared back at Touga, mesmerized by his radiant left eye almost always veiled by his hair quite vainly intensifying his aura of mystery and brazenness. Do you seek out your own ecstasy through another's suffering? Is that why you want to capture eternity, Touga? Not a word did she breathe and it was becoming increasingly difficult to formulate questions or for her body to respond to the simplest commands, his beautifully sculpted leg clamping down around her lower body as he reclined astride her. She wasn't going anywhere regardless. “Let me share something with you Utena,” gathering her by her slim shoulders he pulled her in closer until their foreheads touched. “In spite of how we may love each other,” Touga's lids lowered until they brushed against her cheeks like a pair of damp, black crescent moons, “words will always get in our way.”

            ; The sweetest of lies to pass through his lips just for her. And yet, Utena knew, as she lay huddled in the fetal position under her sunshine splashed duvet in her dorm at night, praying for him to say those untruths to ensnare and pull her under she'd believe him.

            ; “Oh Touga,” Utena's voice was fragile and her tears wet both their faces. “I really-” He took both her wrists and pinioned them above her head rolling back atop her.

            ; “Shh! Love, another time!” And for the rest of our lives… “No more words.”

            ; “No more words…” There was a tumult in her loins feeling something bubbling over inside, Utena's love juices slicked her thighs, her spicy aroma rising between them. Paused at her entrance was Touga's prodigious erection, how she was going to accommodate that she was afraid to even ask herself.

            ; “Utena…” Touga's chest was so strained he feared a heart attack. “Look at me…” She screwed her eyes up to look at Touga. He was forced to let go of her wrists before he powdered her delicate bones into so much dust. Utena's fingers of her right hand drilled holes into the bedding, while her left was twisted in a snarl of bed curtains. Her breathing was patchy and his was labored, Utena blanked her mind and Touga pierced her. The sensation was similar to that of rapidly pulling a cord of pearls between fingers, the sting from the beads is felt a few seconds after air hits the sensitive flesh. Utena vaguely recalled doing that quite a bit rummaging through her grandmother's closets anxious to see the shimmer of the late afternoon sun glare off the old lady's treasure trove of paste jewels. It was Ahab's booty, and seven-year-old Utena charged throughout the rooms parrying an old feather duster, slicing the air only she privy to destroying the hundreds of phantom rival pirates lusting after her gold.

            ; `Abandon ship! Abandon ship! We've sunk, me hardies!' Her strangled death rattle raspily rose above the sofa cushions and piles of pillows, a haphazard construct mocking a clipper ship. `Blub! Blub! Gu-u-u-u-urgle…!' Her little limbs thrashed wildly tearing everything asunder, Utena's head hitting a gold embroidered throw pillow as another lightning bolt struck a fraught sapling down in front of the house, the fire was put out quickly as it came by the downpour. Snuggling deep for a well-earned nap she was oblivious to the outside world where the wailing sirens of a fire truck and ambulances raced to the bridge where a sedan took a horrific dive.

            ; Touga dropped onto his elbows embedded in Utena, her channel's muscles cradled him and adjusted none too quickly it took every ounce of self-discipline that was left in the Seitokaichou to be still and wait for Utena to ease her grip. He flexed a muscle causing her hips to buck unintentionally Utena clamped down harder threatening to wring him, his scrotum moved upwards touching the base of his erection, pleasure splitting him painfully as he sat back on his heels. Utena's legs were crossed at the knees, biting into Touga's ass were her tiny heels, flushed and stretched like taffy she held quick to the bed her back arched and shoulders bunched glaringly. Touga gracefully threw his head back, his hair a bloody halo inhaling great gulps of air. “Utena…” He grunted then flexed that same muscle once more causing Utena's control to snap and her grip to dislodge, her left fist collided into the ever-present water pitcher on his night stand, the crash and scream was so very far away…

 

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