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Mr. Brightside
The Boy Who Slept With Ghosts
Author's Notes: Haha.look at that. Stayed up until two o'clock writing this one. I am absolutely insane. But whatever, enjoy it.
Summary: Now they're going to bed and my stomach is sick and it's all in my head, but she's touching his chest now, he takes off her dress now, let me go... [Miki x Kozue x Touga triangle]
Disclaimer: If I had the creativity and genius to create Revolutionary Girl Utena, then I'd be doing something much more constructive right now.
Pairings: Miki x Kozue, Kozue x Touga, implied Miki x Anthy
Warnings: Implied twincest
Status: One-shot songfic
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[I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine]
He had been fine. He, Miki Kaoru, Secretary of the Student Council, was perfectly fine. His sister was sleeping with every horny boy on the entire campus and he was perfectly fine. Rumors were everywhere and his classmates would whisper about it behind his back, but he was perfectly fine. Yes, everything was peachy.
[Gotta gotta be down because I want it all]
All right, so he wasn't fine. Hell, he was a nervous wreck. Not that anyone would care or notice anyway. Not like he had many friends. Sure he had a fan club type of thing, but he wasn't interested in it.
"There's a fine line between genius and lunacy" was the most common one he heard.
[It started out with a kiss]
It was just a kiss. And she said she was "just joking," like she always would say. Like all those other times she'd crawl into bed with him at two o'clock in the morning or when she'd corner him in the bathtub or when she'd show up at his fencing lessons to distract him by straddling the nearest chair and smirking. Yes, just like those times. When he told her to stop or asked her why, she'd just giggle and laugh it off, her skirt as short as her attention span.
[How did it end up like this?]
But lately it was getting worse. Just last night, he woke up handcuffed to his ornate bed frame. Kozue was there too, sitting on him, his rose signet circling her pinky loosely. She'd ask him if she could use it to duel and then she'd turn sadistic and kiss him with the ring in her mouth so he'd have to kiss her to try and get it back. But either way, she'd sit back and threaten to swallow it. If he didn't know any better, he thought she was turning green with envy over something. But of what though? He'd daydream in class about it to no end. Not like he needed to pay attention in class.
[It was only a kiss]
Recently he had been spending time with his new (and only real) friends, Utena Tenjou and Anthy Himemiya. The pink-haired girl was so kind and noble, he concluded. He enjoyed tutoring the two on a daily basis. Utena was a really nice person, but deep down, Miki was jealous.
Everything always seemed to go right for that girl, or was that the Juri in him talking?
By a sheer miracle, she single-handedly managed to defeat Juri Arisugawa, the captain of the fencing team. She had won not by skill, but sheer dumb luck. In his mind, there was no possible reason for her to win, no reason at all. Not that he hated her; he just hated how she always won.
But that wasn't the subject of his concern this day. Kozue had been avoiding him all day and last he saw of her, Touga was present an everlasting smirk on his rather pale features. It was odd. Miki greatly admired and bitterly hated that man. He always knew what to say, what to wear, what to do and the ladies loved it. Especially Kozue.
[Now I'm falling asleep]
By coincidence, he managed to spot the two disappear into the music room together. He just returned from tutoring his friends and decided to go to the music room to relax. He had invited Anthy to play with him, but she merely smiled that cold, detached and blank smile and said she didn't want to. Bitterly he thought Utena probably said no and since she was the current "owner" of Anthy, her word was law. So you see, Miki wasn't in the most pleasant of moods at the moment.
[And she's calling a cab]
Pressing his ear to the heavy mahogany door, he strained to hear anything. A few gasps and giggles, but not much else. After a while, he heard the piano bench scrape and tip over onto the marble floor with a clatter. Miki felt his face flush as he imagined what was going on in there. Damnit, why did Touga have to do this? And why did Kozue have to go along with it? She was only doing it to get her twin jealous, no doubt.
[While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed]
A panted "Touga!" reached him and he stepped back, heart racing. He wanted to be in there so badly but at the same time he was utterly repulsed. How did it end up like this?
[And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go]
Since when did he act like this? Why was she the only thing he thought about all day? He always was rather submissive to her and for some reason, he liked it. Perhaps he deserved it. Perhaps it was his punishment for getting pneumonia and not playing that concert by her side.
[And I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control]
He was pathetic and he knew it. He worried excessively, he had a stopwatch fetish and a perverted mind. He could make anything seem sexual when it wasn't. Someone once said something like "yeah, once you get that song stuck in your head, it's not coming out easily" and that sent him into a blushing frenzy. The innuendo of nonsexual things!
[Jealously
Turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies]
Touga had always teased him about being pretty. Sure he had delicate features and he certainly didn't act manly. Even Utena said something about how he looked just like his sister.
[Choking on your alibis]
A sharp click snapped him out of his reverie as he came face-to-face with a very nude Touga. Just great, where was he supposed to look? No way in hell could he look the man in the eye. Couldn't look down, so he settled on staring at his shoulder.
"My, my. Care to join us Miki?" Ignoring the question, he looked past the red-haired playboy and spotted his sister naked and grinning seductively from the piano bench. She was spread on her back, her chest fully exposed and...
[But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me]
He slammed his bedroom door behind him, bolt locking it and panting heavily. He felt sick to his stomach and eerily aroused. He shook his head trying to clear the image of the two. Not that it worked.
Trudging to his rather roomy bathroom, he splashed cold water on his face. Glancing downward, he spotted something blue and lacy. Picking it up, he realized it was his sister's thong and matching blue rose garter belt. He dropped it like he was bitten; how the hell did it get into his room?
Storming out of his bathroom, he stripped down to his boxers and changed into his pajamas quickly. He crawled into bed and lay down, trying so desperately to erase his own memory of what he saw. He tried to think of something else, like what element had an atomic number of twenty-seven? Cobalt. Number fourteen? Silicone. Wonderful, even his genius was perverting him. Grabbing the nearest book, he flipped to a random page and read: "The Greeks associated the rose with the blood of Aphrodite's beloved Adonis; the Romans used them in feasts and orgies with such abandon that on one occasion the guests were actually smothered by rose petals falling from the ceiling (1)." Damnit! He shut the green and tan book and hurled it across the room. He didn't want to think or feel or anything right now.
[Open up my eager eyes]
A knock on the door. Secretly he hoped it was either Anthy or Kozue, but he wasn't sure. Cautiously, he unlocked the door and opened it a crack. It was Kozue. Without getting a chance to say anything, he suddenly found her arms wrapped around his waist and her mouth on his.
He stumbled back a few steps, trying to disentangle them. He managed to pry her lips off him for two seconds as she whispered, "You know, it's not nice to spy on people, Miki." She ran a finger down his chest, undoing two of his buttons. He shivered.
"I-I was worried about you." What a lame excuse.
"Oh?" She giggled and jumped on him, tipping them both onto the bed.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulled the covers over both of them and planted kisses all over her twin's neck. He writhed and gasped; she always knew where his weak spots were. He tried to pull away from her, but she would have none of that. A quick glare shut him up pretty fast.
And then it all just stopped. Just as fast as it began, it ended. She curled up to him and laid her head on his bare chest, sighing contently.
"Goodnight Miki."
"Goodnight Kozue."
It always ended like that. "And they lived happily ever after," right?
[Because I'm Mister Brightside.]
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Author's Notes: Yeah, sorry it kind of ended fast. Hope it wasn't too bad, but I like it that way. Hoped you all enjoyed it.
(1): Wells, Diana. 100 Flowers and How They Got Their Names. 1997. Algonquin Books of
Chapel Hill. New York.
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