Fandom: Revolutionary Girl Utena
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit gained. This is a fanwork.
Summary: Ten years later, it's time for reunions.
Notes: for Enmuse many years ago (how did the years pass so quickly?). Inspired by the end of the series and all the talk of ten years on... (Contains mentions of implied infidelity.)
Touga opened the balcony doors and stepped out into the evening. The city was alive, but not as noisy as he'd expected. Perhaps he was too high up for the noise to reach him.
Quickly, he looked for Ohtori Academy on the horizon but had no luck. It didn't matter, anyway. He'd see it soon enough.
He heard the suite door open behind him, but he saw no reason to turn. He'd already had refreshments delivered and told the hotel staff not to bother him. There was only one person who'd be joining him for the night.
"Isn't it?" Touga turned and stepped back into the top-floor suite. "It's a lovely hideaway."
"If you really intended to hide, you wouldn't be here," Saonji noted. "Does it really seem like it's been ten years?"
"It's been less than that since--" Touga trailed off. The last time they'd seen each other hadn't been a resounding success. At least it had stayed out of the tabloids and society gossip columns. This would, too - or if not, it was easy enough to brush away.
Saonji exhaled audibly and dropped his luggage into a pile. Touga would have expected a bellhop -- no, perhaps not for Saonji. Not if Saonji still needed his measure of control.
"I invited the others to join us tomorrow evening," Touga said quickly. "I know it hasn't necessarily been ten years since they graduated, but--"
Touga didn't elaborate. He was sure Saonji knew. Since Utena Tenjou. Since the world had changed, if only in a teeny, tiny way. Though he didn't think of her often these days, he'd never forgotten her.
"Learn to finish your sentences," Saonji said flatly. He took off his jacket and hung it up. "Think anyone will come?"
"Nanami will, of course," Touga replied. "You look good."
He meant it. Saonji had his hair a bit shorter, but he'd put on a bit more muscle and in general finished filling out. He wasn't bulky - just mature and strong.
"So do you. The family business has obviously been good for you," Saonji replied. He glanced over to the side-table set with bottles and glasses. "What are you drinking?"
"Half the hotel bar," Touga said. "Whatever you'd like--"
"Finish your sentences."
"I can make it for you."
"Can you?" Saonji questioned. He half-sat, half-flopped onto one of the creamy beige sofas that Touga hadn't found terribly comfortable and watched Touga as he walked across the room.
Touga smirked. "Still seeing that girl? What was her name--?"
"No, I'm not," Saonji interrupted. Touga raised an eyebrow. That sentence hadn't had a chance! "You?"
"Engaged," Touga said with a shrug. While his fiancee was lovely, it was still more of a strategical arrangement. For them both. "It's not important."
Not for a few days, at least.
Saonji picked his poison. Touga got to work. There were things - so many things - but none of them made it to the forefront of his tongue. Instead he could only think about boxing kangaroos and how everyday oddness had seemed so normal.
Now his secretary commented when he wore a new tie - he'd lost the ability to recline on his desk, jacket open, dress shirt unbuttoned, tie thrown aside like it was perfectly natural. When had it--?
Saonji downed his drink quickly and leaned against Touga, warm and familiar.
"We should go for a bike ride tomorrow," Saonji commented softly.
"We should," Touga agreed as he reached to slip a hand under Saonji's shirt.
"Do you ever think about her?" Saonji questioned. He wound a hand into Touga's hair and pulled Touga closer. Unsure which 'her' Saonji was referring to but quite unwilling to hazard a guess out loud, he just nodded.
When had everything changed?
Could it change again? Did they just need to keep believing?
Touga was fairly sure a new lease on revolution could wait until the morning.
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