Fandom: Revolutionary Girl Utena
Play/Lines: Othello: "Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them." – Othello
Rating & Warnings: G
Summary: Miki duels with something in mind.
Notes: For 10_shakespeare
Tick. Tick. Tick. Stop.
"Next!" She shouts, the command echoing across the room. 'Ahh, sempai,' he thinks, as he places the stopwatch on the seat of his chair. The captain wouldn't be the captain without going through twenty-seven opponents in the span of forty-eight point three seconds. Gripping the foil in one hand and mask already in place, Miki shifts into his en garde stance. Stop. On the balls of his feet, ready to pivot, he lunges.
Then he parries. He dodges, utilizing an appel before counter-striking Juri-sempai's attacks. Always aiming for the torso. His movements are like clockwork.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Their foils sound out instantly, screeching for a second before a whoosh of wind marks the blade's absence. A beastly tremor, and Miki hesitates. He sees a flash of blue hair beyond the windowpane, out of the corner of his eyes, as he retreats in response to the captain's advance. Oohs and ahhs comes out from the audience, but he heeds them no mind.
She is losing her shine, and it upsets him. The Garden no longer exists, he has come to that conclusion. A murmur of gasps, as Miki is hit right above his heart. He has lost. Juri sends him a disappointed look behind her mask.