Tenchi Muyo All Good Things Chapter 119 Concubine
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"MEYOW!" Ryo-chan lurched, all but whirling to glare directly down at Ayeka while rubbing her precious derrière.
"Well, I'm sorry you keep fidgeting!" The princess snapped mildly, replacing the straight pin into her wrist mounted pincushion looking at Ryo-chan ruefully. "If you'd hold still, I wouldn't have stuck you!" She added tersely. Even angry as she was, standing atop the kitchens borrowed stepping stool, attired resplendently in a flowing white wedding gown, Ryo-Oki was the picture of loveliness.
"Hee, hee! Ryo-chan got butt stuck!" Mayuka cackled from Ayeka's side. Dutifully holding a fishermen's tackle box full of dressmakers accoutrement. She continued the giggle until Ryo-Oki's eyes shot her way. "What?" She asked staring back, suddenly concerned.
"Well, I gave you a full statement last night Kego." Kiyone addressed the old telephone over in the entry hall. "I don't see what else there is to add." Key blinked several times looking perplexed, twirling the old style handset cord for lack of something better to do. "I think their still up there?" She murmured her part of the conversation. "Yes, with Lord Katsuhito." There was a slight pause, before Kiyone's eyes widened.
"Questions?" She gaped. "What questions?" having been leaning casually against the wall, Kiyone suddenly righted herself. "That's absurd!" She reasoned indignantly. "Why do they need to search this house?"
"What's going on Key?" Asked a voice further up the hall. Even given her current state of concern Kiyone could not help but smile at Sasami standing on the upstairs landing. From the carrot print house gown and bunny slippers to a case of Ryoko-esc 'bed hair' flying in all directions as the second princess blinked and yawned.
"Morning sleepy head." Kiyone waved. "Can't talk right now." She added pointing to the phone. "Of course I know it was an attempted homicide!" Key continued hotly to the receiver. "Kego! I was there!" Nodding, her expression, two parts grumpy, and the rest mostly asleep, Sasami made way down the last steps rounding the corner on automatic, semi shuffling to just inside the kitchen when realizing something was definitely amiss!
Pots were boiling! Pans simmering! Even the largest wok was out and up to cursing speed! But it was the identity of who was moving around, HER DAMN KITCHEN! However, Stirring this and sampling that! Which was doing a number on Sasami's mind.
"RYOKO!" She gasped.
"WHA!" The ex-scourge of the space lanes started, dropping an egg she was about to crack into the smallest of the big pans on the stove.
"WHAT THE HELLS GOING ON?" Sasami added astonished.
"Jezz Kid!" Ryoko recovered, reaching then bare handed into the boiling water and retrieving the egg. "Don't sneak up like that!" Sasami continued to stare, gaping at the intruder.
"What, what are you doing?" Sasami mouthed, somewhat stupidly.
"Making breakfast." Came the calm response as Ryoko bounced away from the stove. Seizing a cleaver sticking in the cutting board to chop a waiting cabbage in half, before proceeding to reduce it to ribbons at super speed.
"But ... I ALWAYS make Breakfast." Sasami muttered in obvious shock. "Every morning."
"Yeah, but you and Yosho got in so late last night," Ryoko explained. "We had a vote you should get some sleep. While we split up your chores."
"But, I LOVE making breakfast." Sasami murmured.
"Well, not today kiddo." Ryoko smiled. "Today, I got it covered!"
"But," Sasami whispered, swallowed. "I NEED to make breakfast!" She continued emphatically. "Everyone's counting on me."
"Don't worry!" Ryoko assured her over a shoulder. "I'm stick'n to the basics! Nothing fancy!" She paused. "Hope ramen and eggs is ok?"
"Heh, heh," Sasami stammered. "It's a nightmare. I'm still asleep!" In a semi daze she walked over to her largest pan and in a sort of morbid trance, removed its lid. "What the hell is this?" She moaned. Realization dawning even before Ryoko told her glibly.
"Fried okra and dicons!" Ryoko nodded, smiling! She was actually smiling! "Figured we needed some veggies in there and that's what we had!"
"There's carrots in the pantry." Sasami told her weakly.
"Didn't see any." Ryoko shrugged, then gestured. "These were closer to the door!"
"Heh, heh," Sasami muttered, turned and after a moment of considering all the sharp knives and what her love of the culinary arts were darkly prompting she should do with them, walked mechanically out of the kitchen. "Better head past the bathroom." Sasami muttered morbidly as she walked back to the corridor. "Make sure we got plenty of Pepto." She gotten about half way to her target when noticing, the laundry room door was open.
"Please god no!" She wailed, launching herself that direction. The door swung open, and Sasami continued her personal tour of hell. Cocked precariously atop the old washing machine, piles of damp, slightly pink linen dripping onto the floor greeted her eyes. A few feet away Mihoshi stood contemplating a bright red sweater and a jug of bleach.
"Now how did that happen?" She was moaning as Sasami stepped in.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Ayeka looked up, mirroring a questioning look on Ryo-chan and Mayuka faces.
"What dat noise?" Mayuka quipped, filling in the needed statement. The moment was completed when the sudden eruption, of a flurry of footsteps getting rapidly louder, were accompanied by shouts from both Mihoshi and Sasami.
"Help!" Mihoshi yelled. "Sasami calm down!"
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" The Second princess raved. Ayeka exchanged a confused look with Ryo-oki just as Mihoshi rounded the corner into the living room, with Sasami hot on her tail, brandishing an electric iron like a bludgeon! "YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED BUBBLE SKULL!!" So surprised were the assembled trio, no one said a word as Sasami chased Mihoshi into the dinning room.
"I'M SORRY!" The Detective first wailed while fleeing.
"Sasami gone coo coo!" Mayuka noted to Ryo-chan who emphatically nodded.
"Well, I wonder what could have caused?" Ayeka began.
"RYOKO HELP!" Mihoshi cried distantly. Obviously, the chase had reached the vicinity of the kitchen.
"Sasami?" They heard Ryoko say. "What's going on here?"
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" Sasami warned.
"YEEK!" Mihoshi shrieked. "DON"T LET HER GET ME!"
"Sasami. Now you need to calm down!" They heard Ryoko calmly reply.
"Imagine," Ayeka found herself thinking. "Ryoko the peacemaker!"
"Now give me that iron!" Ryoko's voice concluded.
"YOU ASKED FOR IT!" Came the response, followed less than a second later by a loud 'DONG!' Then a more distant thud!
"OH MY GOD!" Mihoshi suddenly cried after a slight pause. "YOU KILLED RYOKO!"
(You bastards!) Rob.
"Oh my!" Ayeka swore, moving purposefully toward the hall with Ryo-chan and Mayuka in tow. At precisely that instant, a loud series of knocks on the door caused Kiyone to jump in surprise.
"SHIT!" She started.
"What?" The handset quipped in a tinny falsetto.
"No, not you Kego!" She corrected. "Hold on a moment would you?" Cupping the receiver Kiyone glared Ayeka general direction. "Would one of you deaf weenies please get the door? I'm on the phone with the police!" Ayeka and Ryo-chan halted, halfway to the kitchen when Mayuka nodded and turned.
"I'll get!" The toddler announced, starting back that way.
"MOW!" Ryo-chan snapped, sprinting past, glaring at the child while continuing to the door.
"Why not?" Mayuka asked, pausing bewildered.
"You, little girl NEVER answer the door!" Kiyone snapped, eyes flashing. "It could be a stranger!" Key then paused. "And what did Daddy tell you about strangers?" She added reproachfully. Drawing her self up Mayuka rolled her eyes.
"Don'n talk to, don'n walk with and if'n a strangers inda house run an hide till someone I know come an get me!" She recited.
"Very good!" Kiyone smiled, satisfied.
"Ohhh! My freak'n head!" Kiyone suddenly heard somewhere towards the kitchen.
"Ryoko!" Mihoshi called. "Your ok!"
"Yeah, heh, heh, whoops!" Sasami's voice said. "Sorry bout that!"
"OH, I GOT YOUR SORRY RIGHT HERE!" the still unseen Ryoko snapped. "LITTLE PRINCESS PREPARE TO GET CROWNED!"
"OH HELL!" Sasami yelped, from the sounds now obviously in motion!
"Come back here!"
"RYOKO! PUT DOWN THAT KNIFE!" Ayeka suddenly yelled.
"Dysfunctional family." Ryo-chan sighed, signing tiredly to Kiyone as she walked past and opened the door.
"Mess?" Ryo-chan asked politely, bracing herself once, again for the inevitable Gape, stammer and stare, if this were indeed a stranger.
"Good morning!" A young man, turned three/quarters outside the door began brightly. "My name is Hero Sheagame! I'm here on be..." Hero turned completely, looked and stopped. Ryo-chan winced,
"Here it comes!" She sighed, mentally, "Shame too!" She added to herself looking the visitor up and down briefly. "Kinda cute ... for a human." True however to her expectations, the young mans mouth proceeded to fall open as his eyes went vacant.
"Any second now," Ryo-chan thought dryly. Wondering what his exclamation would be Monster? Mutant? Werewolf, was one she had only recently added to the list of nasty names. It was so unfair! Suddenly confronted with the unexpected Hero felt the hackles raise on his neck. Finding him, self-staring into eyes the color of molten honey gold.
"Utiful." He mouthed. The barest hint of a smile creeping abet somewhat stupidly across his face.
"Meyow?" Ryo-ohki asked, Eyes going wide from the shock, noting at that moment, his were the most amazing shade of amber!
Suddenly a man divided, Hero stood ... staring.
"Who is she?" Part of his mind demanded, there were certainly no photos of this girl in his preparation materials. She was petite, a little shorter than he was. Perfect dancing height, as a school chum had once said! Hero had studied diligently the bios of every naturalized resident alien reputed to be in this prefecture! Nor was this little hirsute 'hottie' one of the imperium species he recognized! Whoever she was, her effect upon him was like electricity! Feeling his knees turning to rubber, hero was at war with himself.
"DON'T STAND HERE LIKE AN IDIOT!" that fore mentioned part of him screamed. "SAY SOMETHING!" However, Nothing would come out of his mouth. Unless you count, strange gurgling noises. Somewhere distantly, the logical portion of his mind, also struggled.
"Dufase!" It reasoned. "Your suppose to be here on official business!" That was enough to 'rattle' something loose. "Your career is at stake!"
"I um." Hero finally managed to stammer. "Would, like to please see."
"Mess?" Ryo-chan asked, suddenly realizing she was blushing. "WHY?" Her mind just as suddenly wondered. Moreover, why was her heart starting to pound?
"So, if I could like ask if, well ... Um" Hero blundered on.
"Um..." Ryo-chan echoed, glancing at her feet. "What is wrong with me?" Passed through her thoughts as well. Sure, he was cute but it wasn't like he was the only boy she had ever seen! Closer to the floor Mayuka glanced back and forth looking up and 'at' the proceedings while from around the back of Ryo-chan's head, Kiyone slowly leaned out, phone still perched on her ear. Observing with some perplexity first Ryo-ohki then the visitor for some moments before glancing then down at Mayuka.
"Let's see." She thought, starting a mental checklist. "Slurred speech, avoidance of direct eye contact, blush response and fidgeting."
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" She crooned knowingly.
"Did you fart or something Makibi?" Asked the tinny voice loudly over the phone.
"You look good." Tenchi told the Princess as she stood leaning against the side of the porch. It had been several minutes now, the two of them standing there, alone. The air in the living room before had seemed, stifling. Beyond his ability finally to bear. There hadn't been anything so much as a plan in coming outside, rather than the sudden, almost overwhelming need to just get out of there! Tenchi had taken her hand almost without realizing he had done so. More of ... an after thought...
"WHA?!" A just arriving Ryoko yelped, suddenly finding her self standing at finger point, while Tenchi, among others blinked in surprise. He however was the only one suddenly very aware of the pressure Ayeka was exerting on his arm as just to the other side of the Princess, certain galactic law officials where sizing up the pending predicament. "And now it gets really interesting!" Kiyone thought glumly. Not, without an appropriate amount of sympathy for Tenchi to be sure. "OH!"...
Lady Funaho had changed little since Mihoshi had last seen her. But then, she had 'changed' little in the last thousand years if the truth were told. One did not bring such matters up around the queen of Jurai However, if one wished to remain in good health. "I would say that this is an unexpected pleasure." The queen politely intoned. "But of course we know that would be untrue." Kiyone stood staring, uncharacteristically mute. Mihoshi however, having met the queen on more than one...
The next hour or so was blessedly uneventful, for the most part. Beginning with the Grand marshal being sent on his merriest of ways, 'sarcasm intended', with a surprising minimum of fuss. Azusa's bemusement at having so efficiently defused the situation however suddenly melted upon his return to the vicinity of the front yard. The very moment his dark brooding eyes had set upon where Ayeka stood. Something poignant seemed to have passed briefly between father and daughter. Enough...
"I'm surprised they're allowing us so much time together really." Tenchi huffed. Sparing only a few glances the direction of the massive tent the Jurian's had set up in the vicinity. Noting with some amazement something which had been absent only yesterday now towered over and almost completely engulfed most of the old rest stop. "Don't they have some traditions about, you know? 'Seeing' the bride before the wedding or some such?" He finished. Deliberately ignoring the now...
Sasami had been waiting patiently as she might. Attempting to hold a sense of what she believed was termed 'cultivated composer'. That managed to last until the first few bars of the all too familiar 'Wedding March' began. For the way that her heart leaped in her chest it might well have been 'Toccata en Fugue'. She quickly reminded herself that she was not about to greet some mad doctor or even a disfigured deranged organ playing actor for that mater. This was her wedding day and...
Several minutes, and as many buckets of soapy water later. The female contingent of Wataru's crew had almost restored the mini to showroom condition. While Sara, Mikito and Yoshi worked, the interval also witnessed Yuba's final tentative re-emergence from the caravan. "Now, Yuba dearest." Michele attempted to console. "Everyone has a moment or two of dementia now and then." "My god!" Yuba wailed, as Michele steered her sullenly towards a rest stop bench. "I really showed my...
Turning to regard the new speaker even as the others, Tenchi felt something in the location he normally associated as his brain simply freeze. In his twenty-one years he'd done and believed he had 'seen', many a great thing. Some of which could even be termed 'miraculous' Perhaps even godly. This however was the first time he could specifically remember seeing someone who actually looked ... Well, like one always expected an alien to look. She was blue! His mind instantly shooting...
'Tenchi the magnificent', glanced under at the first hold down's release mechanism, then again at the rectangular shape muted under the bright green tarp on top. Realizing he'd barley noticed it on the stage/bed behind Yuba. "Well, She had nice legs." He admitted privately, among other distractions at the time. "You go round." He started, pausing when noting Todd staring into the distance with a look of undisguised wonder. Just then on the ground, in front of him ... a moving shadow,...
Tenchi dragged more than walked himself up the darkened entry hall. Even by his standards, this had been one exhausting day. Thoughts of food, bath and bed circled his mind while trudging past entry into the living room, wondering who would be still up at this hour? Seated across from the doorway from him, Katsuhito sat holding a sleeping Mayuka while providing Ayeka a shoulder against which to slumber. It would have been an idyllic scene, if not for how pissed he currently were at his...
"Ow." Kiyone moaned softly. Fidgeting when gently as possible, Tenchi laid her down. "Lie still." He commanded, equally soft, before turning purposefully to a squat cupboard at one side of the Olsen's entryway. "Hold on." He told her soothingly. "I'll be just a moment." He would rather have taken her to the shrine however she'd insisted her injuries were not severe and the Olsen with its supply of healing herbs was closer. Once certain his back was to her Kiyone allowed her...
Day 3: (Faster than the speeding bullet.) The steady rhythmic hum of the passenger car nestled about him. The dull regular 'clackity-clack' as the train's bogies made their way across countless trestles beneath. So oddly soothing in its way as one came to terms and accepted. That after a time, it had almost Lulled Tenchi in to a kind of daze. Last night had been complete and utter hell, his thoughts wandered briefly backwards. The events of the previous day insuring a state of total...
"Tenchi?" Kiyone whispered urgently. "Uh?" he attempted, then embarrassed at the slight lapse, swallowed the portion in his mouth. He'd been concentrating on his meal, desperately avoiding eye contact with Sasami while ignoring Ayeka's periodic flinging of visual daggers at her sister. "What's on your mind Key?" He whispering at diminished volume. "Is, they're something wrong with your Grandfather?" She asked. "Huh?" "Would you mind?" Ayeka muttered, annoyed as Kiyone...
"Daaaaaadeeee." Tenchi seemed to hear from a great distance. "You gonna wake up?" The darkness shrouding his senses seemed to be lifting gradually, though the room about him remained fuzzy. "Key?" The child's voice came again. "Why don't he open he eyes?" Tenchi tried to concentrate, certain that he recognized the voices. Not an easy feat, feeling like he was swimming in Jell-O. "Give him a moment sugar bear," He seemed to hear distinctly. "You're daddy's been through a...
Smiling, his mind in a whirl Tenchi was yet again, wondering ... He was still uncertain exactly what had made that moment any different from countless others, but having no real regrets. What was more, it had all come so natural, instinctively. like he had done it before ... Had he? It was after all just a kiss. Mechanically it wasn't 'brain science' or even 'rocket surgery', but at the end of any day, is a kiss just as kiss? He'd always wondered also ... Well, what Ryoko would taste...
Hero had been sitting at the base of the entry hall stairs staring despondently at his shoes for several minutes. He been siting there far longer he supposed, lost in thought uncertain of his next move. His conversation with the queen had raised far more questions than it had answered. To say nothing of the considerable inner turmoil it had stirred up! The same questions had been rolling through his mind, over and over again since the Queen had made it her business to be elsewhere and no...
Elsewhere at roughly the same time, Tenchi was making his way along the house sun porch. Briefly he paused, taking the majestic view of the placid lake offered from this angle. Then, taking a deep breath, he smiled. "The coast is clear Mr. Sheagame." He addressed the empty air. "You can come out now." There followed a long pause during which nothing happened. Then suddenly, sounds of shuffling from underneath prompted seconds later a slight squeak. Signaling in turn loose boards being...
"I tell you Tenchi it was Achika!" Kiyone swore. "Right in front of me plain as day!" Having cleaned and washed, no longer looked like a victim of a food riot, Tenchi stopped. Turning slightly, holding the ends of a towel around his neck in both hands, staring at her evenly. "Why don't you believe me?" Kiyone challenged. "First of all," He told her slowly. "I never said that I didn't, Key." "Well what do you think..." She began. "What I said, was 'let's not talk about...
"Excellent!" Funaho breathed decisively, as Kiyone continued to glare holes in her. More than anything, Key thought the Queen seemed ... Relieved? Almost like she was expecting another answer? She wasn't certain, and didn't know that moment if she gave a damn anyway! "Not like this!" Ayeka openly wept, still kneeling on the floor leaning forward to bury her face into hands. "Please eternal Tsunami! Not like this!" She whispered, almost inaudibly. It was difficult to watch and almost...
Their arrival at stair's end was not at all disappointing. As usual, Sasami had pulled out all stops preparing lunch. The largest permanent table in the rest stops area covered with bright linen. Even from where they stood, the aroma was sheer heaven. "You know Sasami," Kiyone was saying, while Katsuhito and Washu looked on. "You're going to a lot of trouble for just a lunch!" Watching as the second princess was finishing a few last touches with Kiyone holding a box, on which Sasami...
"Dear mother and father," Ayeka wrote. Now siting in her side of the divided room she shared with Sasami. "I hope this writing finds you in the best of heath. I must confess I have been remiss in my correspondence with you, but with father's quite verbal abatements as to my 'living in shameful denial of my family duties' Nothing I could offer would have done more than simply aggravate the situation. To that end, I hope this pronouncement will gladden father's heart, as I wish to...
Ayeka stood, slightly stooped over eyes closed, totally out of breath. Slowly, methodically the princess began taking deep 'lung-fulls' of air. Sara, at that moment being the closest to the stairs stood blinking at the young woman's sudden appearance. Glancing then back along the ancient flight to a curious a trail of dust still spiraling, linking the front of the distant house to the top step of the shrine. "Who is that?" Yoshi asked voice brimming with awe, still standing over where...
"You are now Husband and wife," A voice coaxed softly behind them. With every thing going on it took Tenchi some seconds realizing it was Masaki addressing them. "There is no longer a need to restrain yourselves!" Ayeka's mother smiled. Responding to the gentle urging Tenchi opened his hand shifting his grip. Only just aware of the last of the vines still entwining their fore arms falling away. Noting in its passing the delicate patterns now indelibly there understandable more livid...
There was music in the air. The shrine and its grounds had been meticulously cleaned, not that Katsuhito had EVER allowed them to fade into disrepair. Tenchi had more than his share of calluses attesting to the fact. It was never the less a point of amusement for him to note several of the flagstones he was going to replace this week had been hastily dealt with. Obviously to his eye by someone new to using a trowel. Whatever they had 'stuck' them down with didn't even appear to be...
"Ah Mr. Masaki!" The man behind the counter said in surprisingly fluent Japanese. Tenchi had never considered himself racist, but hearing his native tongue from an someone of such obvious Jewish origin, without a trace of accent was ... Well, just plain odd. Not that 'it' coming from what appeared to be a floating wooden log was any less strange. "Or a bronzed, elf eared, blue eyed blond bomb shell for that matter!" He thought with a smile. "I understand you need some custom sizing...
"It's Beautiful." Mihoshi breathed. Looking over at her, Tony had to agree, enjoying the soulful perhaps 'mesmerized' look that had come over Miho. He could sympathize really, he was sort'a fixated himself, on Mihoshi. "You really like it?" He baited. "IT'S SO CUTE!!!!" She squealed. Clasping her gloved hands together and bouncing in place staring at the mini. "Well, I'm pleased to hear that Miho," He told her. "Cause were gonna take pictures of you and the car...
In spite of her being closer at start of their sprint, Tenchi easily beat Kiyone to roadside. Not that she was really going 'flat out' mind you. When coming finally a breast to him however, it seemed to her that most of his sense of urgency was lost. Obviously reading her next question with a glance, Tenchi simply pointed. Allowing her to follow the line of his gesture. Before Kiyone suddenly felt a groan rising from within. "Kiyone!" Came a weak and distant wail. Staggering up the...
"Grandpa's right." Tenchi thought bitterly, forcing the memory to subside with difficulty, taking its place among a multitude of lingering regrets. "I'm being selfish and it's just plain wrong!" He silently added. Having finished stowing all the tools, he then made his way towards the front entry. Of course, that was not precisely true ether, he continued to consider. Oh, he had tried to make amens with how he had unintentionally stabbed Ayeka in the heart. He had given her the...
With attention focused on the small screen, Ryoko absently reached into the box and after a moment of two of groping managed to procure the intended prize. "Quit hogging the crackers!" She hissed in a low voice. Sparing the princess only the smallest of sideways glances. "You know perfectly well you're the one shoveling them into you trap!" Ayeka whispered, fiercely indignant. "Shhhhh!" Ryoko snapped "They'll hear your big mouth!" grimacing while gesturing at the small device...
"Did you enjoy your meal sir?" The stunning brunette behind the lunch counter asked. "Not really," Tenchi thought, smiling politely, wondering if he should just come right out and say... "I'm accustom to larger portions and the sauce you use for your teriyaki eel is substandard at best!" Instead he simply nodded and smiled. After all Washu's seafood supply plus Sasami's cooking no doubt had him spoiled rotten! "And here's your change!" She intoned, pleasantly if mechanically,...
"Here we are again." Tenchi thought dryly. Though the observation was largely untrue. The ubiquitous rhythms beneath the earlier car were all but absent. Replace with a lulling 'throb' barely hinting at the power and speeds they were currently traveling. He'd also been spared the the indignations of being forced to stand, hanging on to a ceiling strap for dear life. More over and perhaps most importantly, Sasami was no longer stalking him. Like grandpa, she was dead to the world....
"Lucky son of a bitch!" Todd said wonderingly as Tenchi was dragging Ayeka away. "Come again?" Kiyone asked, in the act of taking a step forward to follow almost involuntarily, When Todd's remark brought her up short. "I mean some guys have all the luck!" He said quickly. Having seen what had just 'gone down' Todd was reevaluating his chances. 'Clearly, Masaki and that 'Ayeka' chick were an 'item'. "So." He ventured now that he seemed to have Kiyone's attention. "What's...
"One can't help but wonder," Petra intoned solemnly. "How many times have feet of countless multitudes traversed these stones?" He paused, gesturing at the step on which he stood. "Wearing them away as worshipers and acolytes tended to the needs of the spirits which bind these mountains together." Petra descended the flight of ancient stairs slowly as he continued his narrative. "Listen!" He said, stopping. "One can almost hear them whispering!" He looked toward the other side of...
To her credit Ryo-ohki didn't jump or lose grip on the tray, though her eyes did widen slightly. The ambient light catching the crimson jewel at her brow. Looking her over, Tenchi was in a mild state of shock. Ryo-chan looked nice. Really nice! It was plainly obvious there was feminine skullduggery a foot. Noting instantly not only was there only one glass on the tray but two straws. "I know Ayeka and Ryoko had a hand in the clothes and make up but the juice and straws," He paused...
It was only as the door behind them slid suddenly shut that Tenchi realized they simply weren't where they were suppose to be. No amount of redressing could have 'added' the extra space opening up before them supposedly inside of the priest quarters. That in of itself wasn't too disconcerting, he'd been telliported, translocated, dimensionally shifted and phased through solid matter once too often to go willy-nilly over such things anymore. For a good solid second or so the...
Kiyone had lain for more than several additional moments. Allowing her over taxed mind to simply 'idle' while just listening to the muffled exchanges from somewhere in the house below. The exact interval she lay there likewise went unnoticed when she suddenly started. Making out what was clearly Azusa amid the others she could hear. Perhaps she was still 'off balance' to put her current state into the mildest of terms but hearing the emperor's voice served to crystallize the...
"One hundred fifty seven!" Kiyone grimaced, chinning herself on a bar suspended between two of the older trees on the training ground. "Going to kill her!" She gasped upon lowering to full extension, before exerting, rising again. "One hundred fifty eight!" She rasped upon returning chin to the bar. "Finally lost what little brain she had!" She then growled, then lowered. Then, in spite of working off a serious 'mad on' since she had arrived, Kiyone executed her one hundred and...
"What I would like to know!" Misaki conferred angrily as she fairly stalked along besides Azusa. "Is how they always seemed to know our comings and goings!" They were moving towards 'the boardwalk' that spanned the small section lake almost touching the house. Now surrounded by a healthy selection of the imperial guard. "Come now good wife." Azusa soothed, seeming far less concerned. "They most certainly have their sources as indeed do we." Misaki seemed to consider, digesting...
Ryoko carefully slid the door open, glanced left, right, then just for good measure leaned impossibly backward. Defying gravity just shy of bringing both feet off the floor as she surveyed the darkened corridor behind to either side. "The coast is clear!" She whispered gleefully, having no real idea what that saying had to do with someone lurking about but when in Rome... Thinking 'that' in turn set her to 'thinking' which made her pause. "Whoo boy!" She grumbled shaking her head,...
"Soon." The thought drifted, as the presence unseen bided its time. Watching quietly as Sasami turned and left for the kitchen from the eves above of the entry hall, "Just a little longer" A silent promise was made from the shadows which clung there. "And he'll be all mine!" Patiently observing as the chosen quarry returned just below, watching as Tenchi set to stowing his heavy work boots. Waiting pensively for the right moment to strike! The instant Sasami hurriedly disappeared...
"Meyow..." Ryo-chan moaned. Watching darkness slowly fade as the shadows about her assembled themselves, taking on the familiar shapes of Sasami and Kiyone looking down at her. "Meyow?" she asked faintly, hoping, somehow she had imagined the whole business. "That's a big aye-firmitive Ryo-honey." Kiyone told her seriously. "You plum fainted." "Mooooooh." Ryo-ohki whispered, totally mortified suddenly identifying the new location she was in as the sun porch or patio. Smiling...
"Sis?" Sasami called quietly, knocking softly at the door. "You still awake?" In the darkness beyond Ayeka turned, in a way grateful for the intrusion. Try as she may, sleep simply would not come. She had lain for what seemed like hours, wrestling with her conscience. Listening to the sounds of house surrounding her. It had taken every ounce of will she could muster not to rise and follow, when she'd heard Tenchi's soft foot steps. Growing fainter and fainter as she noted his leaving...
In her room, Ayeka paused regarding herself in her full-length mirror. With the original destruction of Reyo, she had gone for the longest time unable to stand the sight of any artifacts, which they had managed to reclaim from the wreckage. So when Misaki's mirror had been recovered, seeing it broken covered in muck, only seemed to vigorously salt an open wound. She had no idea at the time it could be restored in such a fashion! She was a princess, not an artisan after all! So when Tenchi...
Night had at last fallen. "Time flies." Tenchi mused to himself quietly. "As the saying goes." He was uncertain of how long he had been laying there, the wedding seemed only a few hours ago. Not precisely tired from his exertions, though he supposed the word 'fun' was a raggedly deficient descriptor of the last few hours. It was curious that he found himself speculating as to the current location of the massive Ryeo unit in relation to his house. Was it floating? perhaps even...
"One should always remember, my princess." Shalla nodded pleasantly, her wizened features almost seeming to bob upon her neck. "Virtue is mostly for the masses! Nothing is inherently sinful in the bed chamber after all!" In the sun-room at the houses West End Ayeka, now dressed only in a light robe, surveyed her options without much enthusiasm. Gone where the carrot shaped throw pillows and cushions, replaced by row after row of garment racks holding the finest livery. Except for the...
"Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!" Ryoko called across the field. "You boys hungry? I got the cure! Plain, mild or spicy? It's great I'll insure! Step up quick, Jump up real fast! I got the beef but it sure won't last! Pork so juicy you'll yell for more! The pigs in heaven and the taste'll take you there for shore! Noodles so tasty slippery and hot! Come one, come all my Ramen will hit the spot! Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!" Ayeka found herself smiling, Ryoko seemed to be in her element. It...
"My god!" Tony gasped, standing finally at foot of the path gazing up, taking in the awesome glory that was Funaho. He'd been walking, taking picture and muttering since arriving at valley rim. So much so both Mihoshi and Michele trailing behind were beginning to think the camera was geared to his legs and larynx. Step, Click! Step, Click! "Good lord!" Step, Click! Step, Click! "Incredible!" On and on with only minor variations. Until finally standing at start of the modest path...
Suddenly within her minds eye Ryoko was aware of being lowered, feeling bare shoulders touch a smooth soft surface that yielded under her. Experiencing a brief but pleasant friction as her body was eased downward. All but suspended by a pair of wonderfully muscular arms. In the dark above her, enough light was present to reveal a pair of dark morocco eyes silently regarding her. "So ... beautiful," A man's voice sighed. "You have been haunting me all day!" In turn Ryoko simply stared,...
"Groggily I tried to reassure the panicky young gaggle of women, rapidly finding myself at spear point!" Ena's words continued contritely. The beach Ryoko now found herself standing upon had that curious blend of the familiar and the unknown. After all, she had trod the surface of many worlds and after a certain point, one beach front is much like another. The tidal pool in which the current drama was playing itself out, lacked the same overall serenity of a calm coastal day. Yet it was...
"The nerve!" Todd muttered sympathetically, having witnessed the entire scene. "Pardon me?" Ayeka started still stunned, turning to look uncomprehendingly at him. "Sounds like sour grapes if you ask me!" He added brightly, adjusting the strap holding the cam he was carrying. "I-I'm afraid I don't..." Ayeka stammered, still in a kind of shock. "Well, its kind'a obvious!" Todd continued smoothly, really wanting to cheer her up. "I think the girls around here should just 'wake...
"Ok," Kiyone was saying evenly, halting as she was passing through and under the Torii. "Now repeat it back to me." "No touching, no button pressing, no lever throwing." Mihoshi sighed, taking the final step up. "No cable disconnecting, no tying or untying for that matter." She continued after pausing beneath the Torii's arch, reciting in a sing song voice complete with rocking her head back and forth in time with the meter of her words. "And if I see anything in my way higher than...
"Tell me," Kagito addressed The girl pleasantly. "Why dose a 'weapon' need an education hmm?" The younger incarnation of Ryoko simply looked at him curiously as he approached. Continuing to study him when he stopped only a few feet away regarding her intently. "Power down." He commanded firmly. In response the girl closed her eyes, flipping a mental switch causing the colors of her battle skin to fade, ebony and crimson lightening, its protective epidermis thinning until she stood...
"MAYUKA!" A voice suddenly called. Ryo-oki came running into the room at almost a dead run. Before Washu and Ayeka's startled gaze, Ryo-chan slid to a halt then fell to her knees throwing her arms about the child. It was obvious to anyone Ohki had been crying her eyes out. "Hi dad ya hondar of lik dat?" She sobbed, squeezing the child tightly. "I sorry!" Mayuka sniffed. Petting Ryochan's fur. "Wanted see what wrong wit Papa yuki!" Ryo-ohki looked up. Glanced at where Nobuyuki now...
The Noise of the celebration cascaded all about the palace, as it had done for the past three days. Her ability to endure more unbridled adulation of her fawning subjects long since exhausted, Ayeka finally sought relative peace and sanctity in her chambers. She bore no ill will, did not fault the common folk their desire to see, to speak and even attempt touching her! After all, they were her subjects and she, their new queen. Still clad in her flowing gown, Ayeka found the relative quiet...
Ryo-Ohki was happy. Of course that was her usual state, being one of the most 'up beat' creatures in creation. Having left Sasami at last sleeping soundly, she was off on her nightly hunt, searching relentlessly for the perfect bed. She didn't sleep so much as 'catnapped' for want of a better term. With three solid hours being the longest interval Ryo-chan had ever slept in one go in her entire current existence, over seven hundred years of hibernation not withstanding. Carefully...
Only a few hours later, inside the more mundane portions of the Misaki home, Hero looked up expectantly from where he knelt at table side. Waiting patiently within the small dining area, he nodded respectfully to the queen as Funaho was first to arrive fresh from the bath. Noting Misaki trailing less than a step behind. Taking the moment also of delighting privately as any man would upon the arrival of so many healthy females, attending Tanzuru aside. "And where have you been all this...
"To recap; Just under and hour ago the entire entourage finally arrived here at the United nations." Andarka solemnly addresses her audience. "Consisting of the Japanese Prime Minister and several notable cabinet officials as well." With a well-lighted hallway serving as 'backdrop' Andarka Moi looks attractive and markedly different from the last time we saw her. Favoring a more tightly conservative cut and style. The majority of her hair is wound in a tight braid, coiled and...
At a gesture from Ena, Ryoko glanced to her left as yet another scene began its revelation. "I awoke,..." Ena explained quietly. "How much later I do not know, to find Azusa tending me." Ryoko raised an eyebrow at the vision revealed. The younger version of Ena now lay naked, starkly sprawled on a raised platform in some darkened chamber. The effect of her nudity heightened by a single source of overhead illumination and the ebony material upon which she lay. Rendering sight of the...