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Fanfic Archive: Lay of the Land
May. 28th, 2009 06:30 pm(Written: April, 2006)
Warnings: None -- I think. >.O
Summary: Sometimes, crabgrass can be a boy's best friend ... uh ... sort of.
Legal Stuff: As always, this story is intended to express one fan's genuine appreciation of Revolutionary Girl Utena and its characters. It is just for fun and not for profit. If you have any rights in the anime described here and find the posting of this fanfiction offensive or harmful, please contact me, and I will be happy to remove it.
Author's Note: Written as a writing challenge response for Touga / Crabgrass.
Lay of the Land
(a writing challenge response for Touga / Crabgrass)
It was a beautiful spring day -- almost no wind, not a cloud in the sky, and the sunlight had a gentle quality to it that … well, if you were a sentimental sort of person, it might even bring tears to your eyes.
Touga Kiryu was not plagued with sentimentality. He wasn't a bad person, but he wasn't exactly a "good" person, either. He had always liked to think of himself as being one of the few complex individuals in a rather simple world. Sometimes, even he did not know why he did the things that he did. Often, his actions made little sense, unless you looked at them from a purely selfish standpoint. This had made most people write him off as nothing more than a snobbish fop of a playboy, who was out to gratify his own carnal desires and needs, no matter the cost to himself or those around him. Of course, dismissing him so easily was a mistake. Touga knew this. He could have shown it daily in a million different ways, could have proven his naysayers and detractors all wrong. But, he chose to play along. It was easier to pretend and let people think what they would, and, besides, Touga had found people tended to let their guard down around a foppish playboy. This had served him well in the past, and, he figured, it would serve him well in the future. A bad person, he wasn't. A good person … well, not so much, either. But, ruthless. Yes, Touga Kiryu was ruthless to a fault.
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Warnings: None -- I think. >.O
Summary: Sometimes, crabgrass can be a boy's best friend ... uh ... sort of.
Legal Stuff: As always, this story is intended to express one fan's genuine appreciation of Revolutionary Girl Utena and its characters. It is just for fun and not for profit. If you have any rights in the anime described here and find the posting of this fanfiction offensive or harmful, please contact me, and I will be happy to remove it.
Author's Note: Written as a writing challenge response for Touga / Crabgrass.
It was a beautiful spring day -- almost no wind, not a cloud in the sky, and the sunlight had a gentle quality to it that … well, if you were a sentimental sort of person, it might even bring tears to your eyes.
Touga Kiryu was not plagued with sentimentality. He wasn't a bad person, but he wasn't exactly a "good" person, either. He had always liked to think of himself as being one of the few complex individuals in a rather simple world. Sometimes, even he did not know why he did the things that he did. Often, his actions made little sense, unless you looked at them from a purely selfish standpoint. This had made most people write him off as nothing more than a snobbish fop of a playboy, who was out to gratify his own carnal desires and needs, no matter the cost to himself or those around him. Of course, dismissing him so easily was a mistake. Touga knew this. He could have shown it daily in a million different ways, could have proven his naysayers and detractors all wrong. But, he chose to play along. It was easier to pretend and let people think what they would, and, besides, Touga had found people tended to let their guard down around a foppish playboy. This had served him well in the past, and, he figured, it would serve him well in the future. A bad person, he wasn't. A good person … well, not so much, either. But, ruthless. Yes, Touga Kiryu was ruthless to a fault.
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