Rehanna Wildrose <rebecca@superluminal.com>Disclaimer: Please don't sue me. I don't own Utena, Saionji,Anthy, or the show Shoujo Kakumei Utena. This story is forentertainment purposes only, and is (c) Rehanna Wildrose, 2001_Thin_Wake up, panic, cough water from your lungs, grab at the personnearest by, get them by their arms.Thin...she's very very thin.Forget about that. Anthy! Where's Anthy? Beautiful delicateAnthy...my Anthy. Hear she's been kidnapped.Drop into a reverie. Remember voices, men saying that the littlegirl at the funeral is gone. She must have been kidnapped.Kidnapped. KIDNAPPED!Beautiful blue-eyed face, demanding audience. Listen to me!Gate's open, huge stone rose above it displaying its heavy greypetals for all the world to see. Who opened it? Did you open it?Answer me, Saionji!Haven't let go yet. Don't want to. Trembling thin arms throughblack cloth. Pulls away, walks towards the gate. Follow. Up thestairs.See Anthy! Anthy in the coffin in the rose in the arena in theforest in Ohtori Academy. That's the same coffin! Hands clasped,praying, eyes closed, sharp profile against soft white roses withno stems. Want to run to her, hug her, never let her go. Rumblingunder your feet, rose with the coffin shoots up so many feet intothe air. Other pillars, beautiful prince-girl stumbling as onerises under her. Call her name, panic.Castle trembles, about to fall. Look up at it, laugh, hold outyour hand, demand that the enigma which is your master fulfillhis promise. Spire falls, towards Anthy. Girl-prince leaps frompillar to pillar, holds out her hand to the princess in thecoffin, pillar breaks, prince catches princess as they fall.Blackness.Wake up again, panic, stare about. Normal arena. Utena kneelingon the floor, holding up Anthy, begging her to wake up. Madness.Not supposed to happen...you were supposed to rescue the damselin distress this time!Draw sword, giggle, walk towards beautiful prince, beautifulprincess. Raise sword, slash downwards at prince. Princessstares, eyes widen.Cry of pain.Meddler falls down, gasps something out. Stare, snap, shoulderssag and you drop your sword on the arena floor. Fall to yourknees, sword clatter echoes.Pack up, give diary to the meddler, your friend, listen to hispromise. Walk slowly out, know you'll never be back. Sigh. Nomore princess for you.Thin...oh, she was so very thin.