Tetralogy III: And Someday, Together . . . by E. Liddell *Miki Dios Kiryuu!* Just what do you think you're doing? Yes, I know it's your game, but you're going to be nine years old tomorrow. That means that you're too old to hit your little brother. Try to remember that Kyouichi is only three, and he doesn't quite understand what "mine" and "yours" mean yet. Now come with Mommy, will you? There's something very important that I need to talk to you about. No, it isn't about what you did at your kendo lesson on Thursday, although I admit that I think your father ought to have a talk with you about that soon. Challenging your teacher isn't exactly polite, and actually *beating* him . . . Well, let's just say that we're going to have to find someone else for you to practice with instead of your father and your Uncle Saionji and your Uncle Mitsuru. They're giving you too many bad habits. Close the door please, Miki. I don't want your little brother to hear this--he might get confused, and it might frighten him. Yes, *that* important. We've been meaning to tell you this for quite a long time, but we didn't think you were old enough yet. Your father and your Aunt Anthy and I. Except that they chickened out and left me to do the talking. Well, I suppose it's my part of the story that's most important to you, anyway. Even if I'm not quite sure where to start. At the beginning. Right. That is what I always tell you, isn't it? You must have guessed by now that Touga isn't your real father. Heck, I think little Kyouichi may even have figured it out-- Where did you get *that* idea?! Well, all right, Anthy's skin tone is close enough to yours, I guess, but Touga's eyes aren't even nearly the right shade of blue. I think all that you did get from me is my eyes. Your real father was Anthy's big brother. There. I've finally said it. No. He's never even seen you. I haven't seen or spoken to him since before you were born. And then I married Touga when you weren't quite as old as your little brother is now, and that was the end of it. Until now, that is. No. You may not write to him. First of all, because we don't know for sure where he is or even if he's still alive, and second, because none of us trust him. He . . . did some horrible things. That's why we haven't really wanted to talk to you about this, even though we knew we were going to have to someday. We didn't want you to learn to hate him. It's hard for us, because he hurt us all, but not all of it was his fault. He was hurt badly too, once upon a time, and it . . . did things to him. Your Aunt Anthy still loves him, if that helps. Ah, I'm just confusing you, aren't I? How about if I start at the real beginning? Or at least the beginning of my part of the story. Once upon a time, a very long time ago, there was a little princess. She was very sad, because her mother and father had just died. Before the princess appeared a handsome prince on a white horse. He had a regal bearing, and a kind smile. The prince wrapped the princess in a rose-scented embrace and wiped her tears away, and gave her the ring he had been wearing, saying, "Little one, growing up alone in such deep sorrow, never lose your noble heart, even when you become a young lady. If you remain true to yourself, this ring will lead you back to me." And then he rode away. Was the ring that the prince gave her an engagement ring? Perhaps. However, so impressed was she by him that the princess decided that she would become a prince herself one day, and rescue a princess of her own. But was that really such a good idea . . . ? The End E. Liddell eliddell@puc.net http://ejlddll.virtualave.net -- My fan fiction http://lightning.prohosting.com/~eliddell/utena/ -- Utena graphics --------------------------------------------------------- "One tacky fairytale artefact per expedition is about my limit." --------------------------------------------------------- UtenaCode(1.0) U:6- F:To+++Mk+:pOA D:CC X:*:a39++ M:f"Internal Clock, Municipal Orrery"