Revolutionary Girl Utena drabbles by sarahtheboring
Based on a prompt in utenadrabble: switch the gender of one or more of the characters.
"Cold"
My ideas spoke for themselves, so I didn't have to. I was never one for wasting words. I might have drawn fire for this, but anyone with half a mind on his work stopped paying attention to me and started paying attention to what I had to say.
That didn't stop the gossip, of course. They called me Ice Queen. They said more, but I paid no attention to them. Why bother?
I opened the door, and you were waiting in my space. Well-dressed, smiling, lipsticked but not dainty. Strong. Feminine and warm. I stopped.
I think I stopped forever.
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"Butterfly"
My brother knew, but he loved me anyway. We were each different in our own way, weren't we? Big Brother, Big Sister, he didn't care. And for that I was more grateful than anyone could know.
The Chairman knew, though I never knew how. He knew everyone's secrets. But I couldn't resist. With him I felt beautiful, unreal but beautiful, and he knew about indulging illusions.
I wonder if you knew. I was a little distant, holding back, wondering if you'd figure it out. You were so naive, despite your brilliance.
Given your later relationship... I wonder if you knew.
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"Bitterness"
They all wondered why she was so dismissive to the Rose Bride. Why she all but hated Tenjou. Her best friend laughed, watching her reflection in the mirror. You can't change the world, she said. That's the secret. You just have to work the system however you can.
They all wondered how she could dislike Tenjou, who never had a selfish thought. Tenjou disliked her too, called her bitter, violent, a sadist. Cried out for the honor of his Bride, so badly treated.
It's easy for you to say, Saionji thought. You can be a prince.
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"Fencing Practice"
Arisugawa-san is undeniably beautiful, and when he fences, his efficient elegance is breathlessly studied by boys who admire him and girls who desire him. The girls leave disappointed. Perhaps they expected him to be more like his fellow Council member. Perhaps they expected him to favor them with smiles or promises instead of a courteous nod. But he never does. He's not like Touga.
After practice, he goes alone to the locker room. Under the neatly organized equipment there is a photograph. He doesn't need to look at it now, but he does anyway.
He's not like Touga at all.