Juri stood over the bland desk, long slender fingers grasped the photo.

How can I not forget about you?

Flipping it over she traces the missing piece of the image before her, a light sigh escaped her lips. And somewhere inside her body, the venom of unsaid sorrow hardened her heart just a little more. Killing her, making her less alive…

I can’t believe I no longer can cry… perhaps its fate. And yet… What’s the difference between fate and miracles? It takes someone to… Believe… To be a sacrifice…

The door opens causing Juri to jump almost cracked the glass frame as she turned it back over face down.

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She was looking at the picture…

Kanae walks to the side of the bed where she usually would lay, that is if she was at home. It was an awkward feeling as she sat down, lifting the sheets up over her lower body.  She watched as Juri turned off the light, only movement was heard as the tall young woman slid into her sleeping bag. It was quite for a very long time, Kanae wasn’t sure if she should tell the other girl goodnight… Or if that was pushing it, she let her mind sit in its usual state of calm. That is till she heard movement; the footsteps were soft across the floor. She heard the click of the door handle open than close.

Kanae waited for a while until she realized Juri had left the room, no light in the bathroom. That meant she was alone in a room… That didn’t belong to her. She sat up turning on the light, sheets pulled up to her chest. Sitting alone she felt her own hand come to life as it waltzed towards the picture frame again. Picking it up she could see the image of Juri along with her other classmates. However the younger looking girl had her eyes closed, as if she was afraid to see something. Kanae touched the glass lightly, spotting the cut hole.

Why was that she in her locket? I can’t help think…It some kind of unfulfilled fantasy.

Kanae placed the photo where it belonged, she dared not think of it much more. As she turned out the light and slept.

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Juri found herself by the fountain once again, somehow it was harder to sleep than ever before. Having another person sleep in her room wasn’t, normal even though Nanami had been there once. But, Kanae…….. Was…….. She sighed.

Kami-sama, maybe tonight you’ll allow me to be at ease…

As the night lingered Juri’s thoughts went back to her talk with Utena. They had been talking harshly about Shiori. The young once friend of Juri’s was causing more problems than anticipated.  “I really wish you’d reconsider the feelings you have towards her….” Utena said in a soft voice. She obviously thought it was just a little problem, however she obviously wasn’t getting Juri.

“How many times do I have to tell you it’s none of your business… What she does is her own business.”  Utena adjusted her jacket looking more slightly annoyed, “She always watches you… you know.”

Her eyes… probably do nothing but throw daggers in my direction. Why can’t she understand that!? Why can’t Utena just simply drop it!?

Juri’s body finally gave in she entered back into her dorm room, her ears picked up the light breathing of her guest. Juri slid into her sleeping bag, feeling the cold against her skin gave her goose bumps. It was weird; being outside should have affected her.

Kami-sama…. I hate you…

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Kanae awoke to the sound of the clock alarm, she managed to hit it. Rolling onto her stomach she lay there for a moment. She puffed the hair out of her face, she finally managed to get out of bed. Noticing the sleeping bag was rolled up onto the chair, she couldn’t help but feel lonely.

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Juri sipped her tea waiting for Miki to show up, it was so very unusual that he was late. Somewhere she felt that he had been caught in Touga’s sex scandal and was now getting either pleasure or extreme pain… Juri looked up as she heard the clicking of shoes against the pavement. The young man looked disheveled? Juri felt her eye twitch as the images flew into her mind.

“Sempai!” he yelled in a huffed breath, “Sorry I’m late.” Juri simply raised her tea “I was just enjoying the quite morning.” He smiled sheepishly as he took his normal place across from her. They only talked a little over the school, and how they might have to join in the festivities. When Utena’s voice echoed across the court yard, she seems upset over something. “Juri!” her feet stomp, her body even shows her anger.

What the hell? Did Touga fuck her up the ass with something hard and sandpapery?*

“I just poke to Shiori about what happened last night.” Juri rolled her eyes “I didn’t do anything to her… Hell I didn’t even talk to her last night, I assure you…” Utena looks so… skeptical.

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Kanae walked to her first class, her mind still deep in thought about the golden locket. As well as the photo on Juri’s desk,

I have never thought about two girls in such a manner… and yet I can’t get the images out of my mind.

She walked throughout the school grounds only to hear the engine of a car, it was her fiancé. Low and behold in the passenger seat, the image of violet hair caught the corner of her eye.

Wasn’t that?...

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Juri’s phone ran waking her from her daze, flipping it open she answered in her usual tone “Juri speaking…” on the other end it wasn’t very loud… however it was loud enough to make Juri’s blood boil. Her face flushed instantly as she clicked the phone closed, she let out a sigh.

She’s with someone… right now…. Kami-sama how I hate him,

Utena’s voice caught her ear “Who was that?” Juri tried to rid her face of the bright blush, failing miserably.  “No one…” She paused for a moment looking down at the top of her phone, “It’s none of your concern!” she snapped marching off towards her dorm.
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A smile widened across wine colored lips, as her small fingers closed the phone. “Do you always have so much fun torturing your ex’s?” asked a male voice, his dark skin sparkled with sweat. “… No not usually but… She’s special.”

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Kanae felt hot tears of hate rush down her face,
How vulgar! Selfish! Arrogant! Bastard!

The slamming of the door would have awoken the dead, as it echoed down the hall way of the empty dorm. Kanae slumped against the door holding her head in her hands, tears fall uncontrollably as she starts to lose herself more and more. Hiccups, always a bad sign.

The soft click of the bathroom door makes her look up, through the blurry vision she sees the orange haired girl. She seems like a statue, unable to move.
Please… make it stop.
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Oh… no…

Mentally Juri slams her head against the invisible wall; it was defiantly not her day. There was a loud knocking on the door, saving Juri from her mental embracement. Kanae darted towards the bathroom looking quite green in the face. Juri clicked the door open enough to see her friend Miki, he was holding a sheets of paper. “I… Hate to bother you but I’m re-writing a play for our school festival this year. I’d like you to look at it for me. That is if you don’t mind….”

Taking the script she looked at the front, ‘Love A Fair’, it seemed only fitting to have this handed to her at this exact moment. “I’ll look it over when I have time, ok?” he nodded “It’s good." Juri arched an elegant eye brow, thought didn’t speak. He left with the usual bow rushing down the hallway. Juri sighed, wondering how the hell she was suppose to deal with all the issues building up.

Someone save me from being burned alive…