The Nights
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Title: The Nights
Fandom: Revolutionary Girl Utena
Characters: Wakaba, Utena, references to Anthy and Chu Chu
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Wakaba knows Utena during the nights
Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own this fandom or any of the characters. This is just a piece of fiction and if you don't like the femslash, than you probably shouldn't be reading this.
Wakaba knows there are things that Utena…her Utena…isn’t telling her, and it’s killing her. It is a slow death, a needle that is shoved deeper every time she sees that dark skinned girl hanging off of her Utena’s arrm. Utena had fought Saionji to defend her, Wakaba, not for that small, almost mute girl and that strange mouse like thing that always seemed to be following her around. Wakaba knows that some of these things are things that Utena can’t tell her, that there is something that prevents Utena from telling her. Still, Wakaba worries, she cannot stop herself from worrying.
Wakaba knows that there are things that Utena is unable to say. However every night, in the near darkness, she embraces the pink haired girl. She holds enjoys the heat that comes from her body and the way Utena holds her in her sleep. Whatever it is that has happened, Wakaba is grateful that Utena…her Utena…is in her bed every night. So no matter what happens during the days with that quiet, dark skinned girl, Wakaba has Utena during the nights. In the end that is all that really matters to her, as long as Wakaba had Utena’s nights, she could care less about Utena’s days.
Title: The Nights
Fandom: Revolutionary Girl Utena
Characters: Wakaba, Utena, references to Anthy and Chu Chu
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Wakaba knows Utena during the nights
Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own this fandom or any of the characters. This is just a piece of fiction and if you don't like the femslash, than you probably shouldn't be reading this.
Wakaba knows there are things that Utena…her Utena…isn’t telling her, and it’s killing her. It is a slow death, a needle that is shoved deeper every time she sees that dark skinned girl hanging off of her Utena’s arrm. Utena had fought Saionji to defend her, Wakaba, not for that small, almost mute girl and that strange mouse like thing that always seemed to be following her around. Wakaba knows that some of these things are things that Utena can’t tell her, that there is something that prevents Utena from telling her. Still, Wakaba worries, she cannot stop herself from worrying.
Wakaba knows that there are things that Utena is unable to say. However every night, in the near darkness, she embraces the pink haired girl. She holds enjoys the heat that comes from her body and the way Utena holds her in her sleep. Whatever it is that has happened, Wakaba is grateful that Utena…her Utena…is in her bed every night. So no matter what happens during the days with that quiet, dark skinned girl, Wakaba has Utena during the nights. In the end that is all that really matters to her, as long as Wakaba had Utena’s nights, she could care less about Utena’s days.