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QUICK NOTE: This fic contains some references to a side story
called "Fantastic Journey." And before you start, I know I haven't
finished it yet. I know I'm bad about that so please don't kill me over it.
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Tenchi Muyo
Every Lesson Learned: Episode III
by Arca Jeth
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[The Masaki Home 2:58 a.m.]
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"For everything, there is a proper place and time."
These were words (an old family motto) the young lady tried to
live by. From planet-ary relations to household chores, the Princess Aeka Jurai
held this axiom close to her heart. Even now, as she packed a picnic lunch in
an oversized basket, she placed each item just so. Cold dinks and food items
went in a mini-cooler; canned foods and
jars came next with breads and chips at the top.
As with most things the princess settled into a comfortable rhythm
with this task. It allowed her to blank her mind of idle thoughts and plan for
the coming day.
*It just has to be perfect* she thought to herself while folding a
large, checked blanket. She envisioned the light, floral-print kimono which
hung in her closet. Her entire outfit for the following day was carefully
crafted down to the jaunty, yellow hair ribbon she'd chosen (just to be
daring)...then again, perhaps not...
"Aeka?" a voice broke into her reverie.
"Wha?" Aeka tune to see a bleary-eyed Sasami standing at
the kitchen door.
"Sister, it's 3:00 in the morning." the little princess
stifled a yawn.
"I was just getting an early start," Aeka said.
"'Proper place and time' Sasami."
"You should know better than this," Sasami scolded
gently. "If you don't get any sleep you'll get those bags under your eyes
that you hate so much."
"I suppose you're right," Aeka said giving in much
sooner than her sister expected.
Maybe it's because she and Ryoko are really getting along now.
The blue-haired girl had noticed a marked decrease in her sister's
crabbiness lately.
Aeka put the basket away in a stasis unit (created by Washu, of
course) and picked up the already dozing Sasami. The girl immediately wrapped
her legs about her sister. Aeka giggled lightly to herself. Even though she was
getting too old for it, Aeka still loved to carry her little sister to bed. It
gave her a feeling of almost normalcy as she idly wondered of other sisters in
"normal" families did this same thing.
After tucking Sasami in next to her slumbering, furry companion,
Ryo-Ohki, the First Crown Princess onto her own futon.
As she shut her eyes she tried to will herself to an elusive
sleep. The thought that had first robbed her of sleep had returned.
"Damn you, Washu!" she hissed. "No. That is an
unworthy thought."
It had been Washu's machine but the choice had been hers to make.
Hers and Ryoko's.
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Two nights ago [Graviton One space station--alternate dimension]
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Aeka found herself running across the docking bay into the former
space pirate's arms, crushing her into an embrace filled with all of her
pent-up passions. Hot tears spilled from her ruby eyes as she basked in Ryoko's
golden gaze.
"There is no place I'd rather be, in his world or the
next," she said, shocked by the sheer conviction in her voice, "than
right here in your arms."
Then, to the shocked silence of the two sets of family, friends
and acquaintances, Ryoko drew the socialite into a time-stopping kiss.
Aeka, her eyes closed, felt the light-headed sensation of
freefall.
"So this is what it's like to fall," she said in a voice
she barely recognized.
"Aeka," Ryoko's voice called as if from a great
distance.
"Ryoko?" the princess called into the darkness.
"Aeka, I..."
"What is it, Ryoko?"
"Aeka...I love you!"
Aeka jolted back to awareness in the familiar gloom of Washu's
sub-space lab. Her arms were thrown about Ryoko's lithe form in a fierce
embrace. Only two inches from her face Aeka could see the frightened--almost
terrified--look in the pirate's eyes.
"What did you say?" Aeka demanded much more sharply than
she'd planned.
"What did you hear?" Ryoko shot back.
"N-nothing," Aeka replied after a moment. "Nothing
at all."
A strange look crossed Ryoko's face, yet it passed before the
princess could discern its meaning.
"Well, I guess that's all it was," the cyan-haired woman
said quietly. "Nothing."
"Ryoko-"
"Well I have some stuff to do, Princess, you know how it
is," Ryoko cut her off. "See you in the bath right?"
Before Aeka could form a reply Ryoko had exited the lab.
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"Damn you Ryoko!" Aeka thought bitterly and turned over
for some much-needed sleep.
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On the rooftop
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The moon's silvery illumination waned in the wee hours while owls
and other night hunters found their last meals of the night. Soon, the total
darkness of moonset would blanket the Masaki Shrine grounds in veils of shadow.
Drawing the blanket more tightly around her Ryoko took another sip
of sake from the handy jug. She stared a long moment at the dying moon as it
slipped past the horizon to whatever place heavenly lights went to rest.
"We are so much alike," Ryoko said to the moon.
"Living at night and dying before the morning. And nobody awake to
care..."
A breeze ruffled the girl's cyan locks and she listened to the
wind play amongst the trees. Ryoko paused for another sip but stopped mid-motion.
*What am I doing?*
She briefly considered going inside to watch Tenchi sleep,
(something that always made her feel better) but thought better of it. The last
time she felt this far down she'd hopped into his bed and hugged him. (Ryoko's
ears were still ringing from her beloved's boisterous response.)
However, remembering her antics only served to remind Ryoko that,
even more, she turned to the princess for comfort. Whether she instigated a
fight, or talked quietly in the warmth of the bath, or simply sat next to her
while watching T.V., Ryoko realized she spent most of her waking moments with
Aeka.
Ryoko smiled softly as she recalled the first time she'd felt
Aeka's lips upon her own. The closeness of her body, the whirlwind of her
emotions, which threatened to overtake her. In that moment Aeka had opened the
lock-box in which she kept her heart. It was immediately closed after that, yet
Ryoko had the glimpse she needed. It was enough to know that the princess was
just as passionate, wild, frustrated and desperately lonely as she was.
But now the vault door of Aeka's heart was locked once again; with
authority.
Ryoko sighed bitterly as she capped the sake. The intoxicant did
nothing to dull the painful loneliness.
"Why the hell does it have to hurt so much?" she
demanded of the indifferent stars.
For once in her life she'd dropped the devil-may-care attitude,
the nonchalant mask she wore and let her feelings be known...and was cruelly
slapped back down for her arrogance. How dare she think she could bare her
feelings like a real woman? How dare she believe a monster could win the heart
of a maiden?
"I'm NOT a monster!" she cried out, her voice cracking
into a pitiful sob. "I'm not a monster."
Ryoko drew the blanket about her once more, and after a while she
slept.
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[Miho-Kiyo Residence] Morning
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Mornings came suddenly to the city. This was mainly because at any
given hour there was always someone awake going about his or her business,
adding to the background buzz of activity most cities have. Therefore, the
intrusion of the sun served only to annoy commuters aboard their early trains
to work. Those who searched in vain for those missing hours of sleep.
Aside from all this, morning also came suddenly upon a small third
floor flat near the aforementioned train's tracks. As the sun peeked over the
horizon, its light illuminated cluttered room. Against one wall leaned a low
table next to a hotplate and teakettle. On a closet door hung three complete
waitress's uniforms; while on another closet hung a rather rumpled uniform
cobbled together from several different sets. Hosiery and other delicates hung
on a line stretched across the room while beside the door stood a collection of
shoes, boots, sandals, etc.
In the center of the room lay Earth's resident officers of the
Galaxy Police, locked in an embrace that would raise many-an-eyebrow at
headquarters.
Kiyone slumbered with her head pillowed in Mihoshi's ample bosom
while the blonde detective kept her legs locked around her partner's waist. The
discordant jangle of alarm clock jolted Kiyone from her lovely dream (something
about sleeping on a cloud).
After flailing about for a moment to silence the offending
appliance, the teal-haired disengaged from Mihoshi (a tricky maneuver when she
was awake). After extricating herself from the bed, Kiyone leaned over and
kissed Mihoshi's cheek. When she was rewarded with a slight "mmm..."
of recognition Kiyone found the apartment's small bathroom and washed up,
grumbling about the unfairness of not having a proper-sized bath.
As she lowered herself into the hot *thank God we paid the bill!*
water, Mihoshi entered and caught her partner's eye. She smiled faintly as she
slowly disrobed, giving her lover a lengthy glimpse of her bronzed skin. As she
knelt and began to slowly soap her tight skin Kiyone vaguely thought that a
kiss on the cheek got much better results than kicking Mihoshi out of bed.
"Oh Kiyone," Mihoshi called seductively.
"Yes my love?" Kiyone said, her eyes closing in
anticipation of a lovely kiss.
"Get ready!"
"Wha? Wait!"
"Her protests unheeded, Kiyone was having the breath crushed
out of her by the lovesick blonde in a much-too-small tub.
"I'm going to kill you," Kiyone threatened without
conviction.
"Not before your good morning kiss I hope," Mihoshi
intoned, with her forehead touching her partner's.
"Maybe I could grant you a temporary reprieve," Kiyone
said sliding her hands along Mihoshi's back and ending at the taut skin of her
rear.
Mihoshi purred as her rapidly hardening nipples brushed Kiyone's
breast.
"I'll do anything," she said dramatically.
She bent down and kissed Kiyone hungrily, allowing her tongue the
freedom to explore the sumptuous taste. Deciding to be just a bit devious,
Kiyone slipped her left hand inside Mihoshi's thigh. The blonde detective's
breath caught in her throat as the hand came perilously close to her nexus of
arousal...then retreated.
"You're so mean!" Mihoshi protested poutily.
"Am I?" Kiyone teased her again, smiling at her
partner's discomfort. "What are you gonna do about it?"
A sly smile crossed Mihoshi's elfin features.
"You're being naughty Kiyone," she said into her ear.
"Maybe we should get out 'Mr. Paddle."
It was Kiyone's turned to gasp in shock.
"You're playing dirty today," she finally said, letting
one finger oh-so-slowly massage Mihoshi's clitoris.
"I...learned from the best," Mihoshi managed, her body
shuddering in the throes of passion.
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Cityscape gave way to countryside as the commuter train sped along
its track. While not as crowded as an evening train, full of tired workers,
Kiyone and Mihoshi were hard-pressed to find two consecutive empty seats.
"So, are you sure it's okay?" Mihoshi asked.
"It should be," Kiyone said, squeezing her hand
reassuringly. "Lord Katsuhito said we could train in the forest around the
shrine as long as we don't use any live ammo. And we can use the shielded range
aboard Yagami for target practice." Which was merely a formality, Kiyone
knew. Both of them were crack shots with small arms.
"Maybe afterward we could use that great big bath of
theirs," Mihoshi said with a knowing grin.
"Hold on a minute," Kiyone admonished. "I think it
would be a good idea if we just cool off for a bit while we're over
there."
"What do you mean?"
"I'd rather we just kept this relationship business to
ourselves for right now."
"But Kiyone, Aeka and Ryoko know," Mihoshi protested.
"They won't tell anyone since they have their own secret to
keep," Kiyone answered wincing inwardly. That was my mistake anyway. "Besides,
do you really want Nobuyuki following us around with a video camera? And what
if Washu found out? She might try to examine us or something."
"Well...I..." Mihoshi hesitated looking so very lost.
"Do you trust me Mihoshi?"
"With my whole heart," she answered earnestly.
"Then do this for me," Kiyone said. "This isn't the
right time. Give it a week or two."
"Okay Kiyone," Mihoshi replied morosely.
The teal-haired detective felt guilt roll up in her stomach like a
wet stone, but quickly
thrust it aside.
*I'm doing the right thing. For both of us.*
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Somewhere in subspace
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The morning light was also shining down upon the golden grasses of
this hilly place. Tall blades swayed in a gentle breeze, waiting to be clipped
by the herd of slow-moving, grazing mammals. With spiral horns like the terran
addax, these animals could also climb steep inclines with ease, like the
mountain goat. Their long horns reflected the sun's light in iridescent colors.
High on one grassy hill, the sun revealed one incongruous element.
A lone figure sat in the center of the golden grasses; or rather sat slightly
above them.
A young girl of about 13 years with striking green eyes and a head
full of unruly red hair sat upon a floating cushion. Several holographic
displays rotated about her, all of them showing the same thing: A solid wall of
static.
Instead of demanding an answer from the Universe, the gods or
Science in general, Washu (the Greatest Scientific Genius in the Universe) did
what any hyper intelligent person would do when at the end of her patience. She
put her small fist through the nearest screen.
"ACK!" And nearly fell face-first into the grass as
she--belatedly--remembered that the thing was a hologram. After recovering her
balance (and some of her dignity) Washu set about reconstructing the past day's
events.
"Okay," she said steeling herself. "First problem.
All the sensor data from the Dimensional Cause and Effect Generator was erased.
All of the recordings and bioscans, plus the parameters entered into the
Dimension Tuner were also wiped clean. That's impossible for several reasons,
not the least of which is the triple redundancy in the filing system."
Washu put that aside for the moment.
Another impossibility loomed. The entire surveillance grid for
that sector of the lab had inexplicably shorted out.
Washu sighed as she switched one of the screens to a heads-up
display from Mecha Washu. The first shot showed Ryoko, Aeka and the detectives
Mihoshi and Kiyone entering the lab. Other screens popped up showing different
views as the mechanical Washu tapped into security cameras and surreptitiously
followed the group.
The redheaded scientist smirked as she watched the GP officers
walk hand-in-hand.
It certainly took those two long enough. I guess GP training
doesn't do anything for extreme denial.
The smirk faded from her lips as she watched Ryoko lean in to
steal a kiss from her violet-haired companion. Her eyes narrowed as she saw
Aeka's reaction.
A tilt of the head. A coquettish giggle. A gentle caress in
return.
"Why don't you bat you eyelashes at her as well," Washu
said tartly, then shewed the
thought away.
As the group moved on they passed a shelf piled with old manuals
and science journals which-
"Hold it!" Washu commanded and the picture froze.
"Magnify and enhance sector RH234876J."
The field of view narrowed to a stack of greasy-looking books--to
one "Study on the Mating
Habits of Albino Space Slugs--Where the blonde detective's hand
just happened to brush.
"She found the hidden controls for the sensor grid,"
Washu breathed in disbelief. "Give me
power reading s for that night and cross-reference with Subject
'M.'"
"Just as I thought," the semi-mad scientist surmised as
data flowed across the screen. The bubblehead caused a cascade failure in the
sensor grid."
Suddenly (or right on cue), Washu's chibi-mecha puppets appeared
on her shoulders, both wearing cheerleader outfits.
"Is it another 'Mihoshi Effect' Washu?" "A"
asked, shaking her pom-poms.
"She's at it again Washu!" "B" yelled through
a tiny megaphone.
"Looks like it," Washu answered thoughtfully. But the
real mystery is, what has my daughter been up to? My foolish, stubborn, poor,
poor daughter."
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Sounds of the usual bustle of the Masaki breakfast table were
muted for head of the house, Nobuyuki Masaki. Finally getting a weekend off
after heaven knew how long, the architect found himself deep in his own
thoughts (picture desolate country road with blowing tumbleweeds. bad joke I
know! O_o). As chopsticks clinked and china rattled he pulled back from the
leisurely morning conversations. Contrary to popular belief Nobuyuki noticed a
lot more than what Ryoko was almost wearing any given day.
He noticed that the genius Washu's place at the table was empty. Probably
still working on something in the lab, he surmised. Though she displayed a
vast intelligence that belied her appearance, Nobuyuki worried that Washu
needed to take better care of her youthful body.
He also noticed the strange interplay between Earth's resident
Galaxy Police detectives. While the bubbly Mihoshi put away her food with her
usual gusto, she would pause to steal a glance at her long-suffering partner.
The teal haired detective, however, seemed strangely pensive and
studiously ignored these meaningful glances. Nobuyuki briefly entertained the
thought that the two had gotten together somehow. Something to do
with...handcuffs? I've really got to get control of these fantasies of mine.
A glance across the table gave the single dad a reason to grin.
His only son, Tenchi was seated in his customary place; wedged between the two
woman wrecking crew. (Well, not recently anyway.) Nobuyuki's heart warmed a bit
more as he thought about how the two had become such good friends.
They really do complement each other.
The somewhat repressed Aeka could learn to better express herself
from the out-going Ryoko. And the wild child space-pirate could benefit from
the princess's refinement.
"Oh my dear Achika," Nobuyuki prayed. "You should
see the wonderful wives our son has!"
Nobuyuki's eyes opened and he realized everyone was staring at
him.
"WIVES?!" Ryoko and Aeka said in unison, then glared at
each other as if annoyed to be thinking the same thing.
"Dad!" Tenchi cried with an embarrassed flush.
"Well I'm the only wife he'll ever need," Ryoko said,
sounding a bit forced.
Conversation at the table resumed, soused they were to the
background noise of the girls' arguments.
"Why would Tenchi want an uncultured person like you for a
wife?" Aeka shot back.
Everyone unconsciously scooted back form the table and continued
their meal. All except Katsuhito who kept his eyes closed and calmly sipped his
tea.
"I happen to have a few skills at the art of pleasure,"
Ryoko said quietly. The fingers of her left hand rested on the edge of her
teacup. "At least I haven't heard any complaints."
Aeka's eyes flashed at the double-edged comment, yet she could not
tear her eyes away from Ryoko's finger, which had begun to slowly circumnavigate
to cup's rim.
"Maybe I should tell Tenchi about my...skills," Ryoko
continued, her finger slowly dipping into the contents of the cup.
"Be silent!" Aeka hissed.
"Maybe I could give him the full benefit of my skills,"
Ryoko went on as she slowly lifted her dripping finger from the cup.
"Maybe I should tell him everything."
"He'll never want someone like you!" Aeka cried out.
What you want can never happen! It just can't. Don't you see that?"
"Why?" Ryoko demanded.
"Because I-" Aeka caught herself. "I must go and
get ready."
With that she got up and fled upstairs.
"Aeka, wait! Sasami called, chasing after her sister.
Ryoko started to rise from her seat but Tenchi grabbed her arm.
"Ryoko," he said. "What she said about…?”
"It's okay Tenchi," Ryoko said, gently freeing herself.
"I know you wouldn't think that way about me." And before
Tenchi could interject she faded away.
"I should go talk to them," Tenchi said, also rising.
"No, you will not," his grandfather said firmly.
"But Grandpa, you saw what happened."
"Finish your breakfast Tenchi," the old priest ordered.
"This isn't the type of job a man can do."
"But-"
"It is taken care of," Katsuhito said glancing in
Kiyone's direction.
Sighing heavily, the teal-haired detective nodded marginally to
Mihoshi who hurried upstairs to find her friend.
"I guess this means I should find Ryoko," Kiyone said
getting up to leave.
"And I should get back to the shrine," Katsuhito said
upon finishing his tea.
Nobuyuki and Tenchi, meanwhile were left at the breakfast table
with an equally mystified Ryo-Ohki.
"Why do I get the feeling something just went way over our
heads?" Nobuyuki asked aloud.
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Kiyone steeled herself for a lengthy search but was relieved to
find Ryoko standing at the end of the wooden dock, her blue and green-striped
dress fluttering in the breeze. The cyan-haired space pirate stared out toward
the center of the lake where the sapling space tree Ryu-Oh grew. The light
winds created gently wavelets upon the lake slightly distorting the reflection.
"If you've come out here to comfort me," Ryoko said
without turning around. "Don't bother."
"Ryoko..." Kiyone foundered. "I just-"
"You?" Ryoko said incredulously. "Now that is a
surprise."
"I just wanted to se how you're doing," Kiyone replied.
"Never better," Ryoko snapped. "How about
you?"
"Look Ryoko, after what Aeka said it's perfectly natural to
feel-"
"It doesn't matter what she said," Ryoko said quietly.
"What do you mean?" Kiyone eyed her curiously.
"Just what I said." Ryoko wrapped her arms around
herself against the breeze. "Kiyone, how did you know that Mihoshi was
'The One'"
For the second time that day Kiyone was caught totally off guard.
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"Just tell me," Ryoko persisted. "Please."
The detective was taken aback. She'd never-- not once--heard the
space pirate say "please” to anyone except Tenchi.
"I guess a part of me always knew," Kiyone began
quietly. "When we were first assigned together I thought headquarters had
pushed a burn-out case on to baby-sit. It took me a while, but I started to
notice that my new partner was going out of her way to be nice to me, even though
I hardly had a kind word for her. She was always asking me questions about how
I did the job. At first I was annoyed at all the attention but then I got used
to it. After a while it got kind of comforting. There was at least one person
around I meant something to.
"What started out as a grudging tolerance slowly turned into
something else. I went form cursing the day I met Mihoshi to looking forward to
what every new day with her would bring. It took me a few years and a talk
with...and acquaintance to figure out that I was in love."
"I don't understand," Ryoko said. "What kept you
from telling her up 'till now?"
"There were a lot of reasons," Kiyone said, suddenly
blushing. " None of them were any good. However, the biggest one was, I
didn't feel worthy."
"You're kidding me, right?" Ryoko interrupted.
"Please, let me finish," Kiyone requested. "She
just put so much of herself into our relationship. Everything she did was out
of this blind love she had. Mihoshi never asked for anything in return. Just
being together was enough for her. I guess I was always trying to get rid of
her because I couldn't reconcile those feelings with the way I always treated
her."
"So what made you finally give up and tell her?" Ryoko
asked rather thoughtfully.
"I guess it was when I finally realized that she wasn't as
perfect as I made her out to be. She can be just as selfish, stubborn and needy
as I can be. She's just better at dealing with it." The teal-haired
detective's smile transformed her face. "After that it was so easy to tell
her. Ryoko, what's this all about?"
Ryoko turned back to the lake and stared out at the fledgling
tree. "Do you remember when we used Washu's machine? The world I
created?"
"Yes..." Kiyone said wondering where this was going.
"Do you remember what happened after, when we were returning
to this world?"
"I remember [i love you] something," Kiyone hesitated.
"You said [i love you] something to Aeka. Something tickled at the back of
Kiyone's mind. Something vague. Something...
"Ryoko," she breathed. "What did you do?"
The cyan-tressed girl simply turned to look at Kiyone with an
expression she would later remember as the most beautiful and terrible smile
she'd ever seen.
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"Won't you even talk about it?" the GP Det. 1st Class
Mihoshi asked.
"There is nothing to discuss," answered the Princess
Aeka Jurai.
"But sister," Sasami protested form the other side of
the room, "you and Ryoko were getting along so well."
"And we are still getting along Sasami," Aeka said as
she sat down at her vanity and began brushing out her hair. "That...woman
just needs to realize there are boundaries to our friendship."
As she was saying this, Sasami hopped up to sit on the side of the
vanity.
"She just looked so sad when you had that fight," she
said handing her sister a fresh hair tie. "It looked like what you said
really hurt her."
"Simply more of her flair for the dramatic I imagine,"
Aeka said dismissively. "Besides, over the years we've crossed paths we've
said much worse to each other. Ryoko is much more resilient than she pretends
to be."
"Are you sure?" Sasami's large, pink eyes didn't seem
fully convinced.
Aeka paused her regimen to give her sister a brief hug and kiss.
"You are a dear to worry about her, but believe me, she will be just
fine." She said this last with a tickle to her ribs.
Sasami giggled gaily, clearly basking in her older sister's
attention. These special moments were becoming scarce, as Aeka had become so
strangely distracted lately. She was about to comment on this when a crash and
a loud "MIYA!" sounded from downstairs.
"No Ryo-Ohki!" Came Nobuyuki's panicked voice from
below. "Don't look in there!"
"Oh no!" The little princess exclaimed, hopping off the
vanity. "She must have found the carrot reserves!" Sasami hurried out
of the room.
Aeka giggle quietly to herself as she rose to get dressed. As she
inspected the multi-layered garment she had chosen to wear, she brushed off a
nearly microscopic bit of lint.
"Everything must be perfect for Lord Tenchi. Just
perfect."
"Why's that?" A voice enquired.
Aeka whirled about to that Mihoshi was still there.
"Oh, it's only you," she said, relieved. "Mihoshi,
you know exactly why. This is my chance with Lord Tenchi. It is my chance to
show him that I am the perfect choice."
"Are you sure you wanna do that?" Mihoshi asked quietly.
"Just what is that supposed to mean?"
"Maybe you should just show him the real you."
"But this *is* the real me," Aeka protested. As the
First Princess of the Jurai Royal Family it is my duty to-"
"Kiyone's not a morning person," Mihoshi blurted out.
"W-what?" Aeka floundered, totally thrown by the abrupt
subject change.
"Kiyone's really crabby in the morning," the detective
continued, ignoring Aeka's bewildered look. "She's usually no good to
anyone before her first cup of coffee. She always brushes her teeth with the
sink running and she squeezes the toothpaste in the middle--which always drives
me crazy, and she doesn't clip her toenails as often as I'd like-"
"What has this got to do with-"Aeka began.
"As for me, I'm always leaving coffee rings on the reports
forgetting to turn off the T.V. and I talk in my sleep. Well, at least Kiyone
says I do, though I wouldn't know since I'm asleep at the time. Has that ever
happened to you?"
"Mihoshi!" Aeka bellowed, finally exasperated.
"What is your point exactly?"
"Point?" The blonde woman paused in her rambling.
"Oh yeah! I just wanted to say that Kiyone loves me and I love her not in
spite of our flaws, but because of them. Along with everything else they're
what makes us, us."
Mihoshi sat Aeka down before the mirror once more.
"Tenchi likes you for what's inside; the real Aeka," she
said. "He doesn't need you to remind him you're a princess all the time.
If you'd just relax a be yourself he'd see how great you are."
Aeka Jurai mulled over this for a long moment. The "real
Aeka." Who is she? "Would he really like me that way?" she
half whispered.
"I know that's why I like you," Mihoshi said while
hugging her friend.
"When did you get so insightful?" Aeka asked.
"It's nothing really," Mihoshi replied. "Sometimes
I just get luck, I guess."
"Somehow I think there is more to it than that," Aeka
said wryly. "However, I must hurry to find a new outfit for today."
As she got up to begin the search Mihoshi touched her arm.
"Why don't you let me take care of it?" she suggested.
"Well...I don't know..."
"Trust me!" Mihoshi called as she began rummaging
through Aeka's closet. "Tenchi won't be able to resist."
Aeka relented and began removing her makeup; all the while
wondering what Mihoshi's seemingly devilish grin was for.
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Back at the lake
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"Ryoko, maybe you shouldn't get your hopes up about
Aeka," Kiyone said.
"Why's that?" Ryoko inquired. The two women sat
side-by-side with their feet dangling over the water.
"You're just in a real vulnerable position right now. If you
try to push this you could get hurt."
"You told Mihoshi and didn't get hurt," Ryoko reminded
her.
"That's because I was sure of her feelings for me by that
time."
"And what makes you think I'm not sure of Aeka's feelings for
me?!"
Several birds hastily took to flight, startled by the outburst.
Kiyone waited as Ryoko's angry expression softened.
"Tell me about it, if you can."
Ryoko gave her a grateful smile and began.
"Besides Ryo-Ohki, Aeka's been the only constant in my
life." The cyan-haired girl's eyes drifted as her mind danced along the
path of memories. "She was my own special, secret playmate. Even though we
fought most of the time she was the only person I could count on.
"After we got to Earth things changed. We were always
fighting for Tenchi's attention, or just to keep him away from each other I
don't know anymore. I thought it was enough to have her and Tenchi and all of
you here. But it wasn't." Ryoko paused to look at Kiyone, her golden
feline eyes misted briefly, then cleared.
"Crazy as it sounds, I didn't want to..."
"Didn't want to what?" Kiyone prompted.
"It's not important," Ryoko said getting up. "Aeka
should be done dressing by now."
Kiyone also rose. "What are you going to do Ryoko?"
"I'm just going to talk to her, the pirate aid innocently as
she headed back to the house. "By the way, thanks."
"It was nothing really," Kiyone said.
"Well I don't think so," Ryoko said over her shoulder.
"You know, you're pretty okay, for a cop."
Kiyone managed not to roll her eyes as they walked inside...
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...right into the center of chaos itself.
Nobuyuki, looking like he'd taken a ride in a tornado, was busy
trying to right overturned furniture. The Guardians, Azaka and Kamidake, were
projecting a forcfield over a group of normal-looking potted plants. And Sasami
was scolding a tearful little brown and white cabbit.
"The carrot stash, right?" Ryoko asked.
"Ryo-Ohki," Sasami continued, "shame on you! You
know these carrots have to last you until next harvest!"
"Miya, miyaaaa!" Ryo-Ohki cried with large, sad eyes.
"And don't try that look on me! I invented that look..."
However this last came out more softly than she'd wished as her
resolve weakened under the barrage of cuteness.
Ryoko turned from this familiar scene as she spied Tenchi coming
out of the kitchen with broom and dustpan. As he bent to sweep up the broken
remains of a lamp, his father took the tools away.
"Now Tenchi," Nobuyuki chided. "I'm not going to
let my only son work on the day of his very first-" He balked as he
noticed Ryoko for the first time. "Um...social outing?"
"It's a date, right?" Ryoko said materializing between
the two.
"Yipe!" the architect squeaked as he hid behind the
dustpan.
"Uh, Ryoko...about that," Tenchi sputtered.
"I'm okay about all that," Ryoko said quickly as she
draped her arms about him. "I'll just be so terribly lonely."
"I've already apologized for that Ryoko," Tenchi said,
trying to get away from her roaming hands. "Please don't make this more
difficult than it already is."
"Now that would be pretty out of character for me,"
Ryoko said thoughtfully.
"What are you talking about?" Tenchi asked, bewildered.
When Ryoko's only answer was a sly grin he decided he'd be better
off not knowing.
"Listen," he began. "I need you to promise me you
won't try anything while I'm out with Aeka...okay?"
Ryoko surprised him by abruptly letting go.
"She really means that much to you?" she asked in a
voice so pained Tenchi had a hard time recognizing it.
"It's not what you-"
"I understand Tenchi," Ryoko said. "All too well.
Don't worry about me. I won't bother you
two."
The cyan-haired girl turned to him, her familiar mischievous smile
touched her lips.
"So if you two can take all day, maybe you and I can take all
night. Let's say, starting with drinks in your room?"
Tenchi sighed heavily. Look's like Ryoko is Ryoko again.
He was about to say something more on this when his words caught
in his throat.
Thinking that her audacity had finally evoked the proper reaction,
Ryoko playfully punched him on the shoulder. hen he still didn't say anything,
Ryoko realized that all other sounds in the room had stopped. Everyone was
staring in the direction of the staircase.
As Ryoko followed their gaze the snide ribald comment she was
forming dies upon her lips.
At the crown of the stairs stood the Princess Aeka Jurai. Only it
was an Aeka Ryoko could scarcely believe.
Aeka had forgone her customary kimono or Juraian robes for a
light-pink, sleeveless blouse, tied off at the bottom to show just enough
stomach. Her white shorts came halfway up her thighs, showing off long, ivory
legs. Aeka's silken purple hair had been pulled into a long, single braid,
which was draped over one shoulder.
However, it was not the hair, nor was it the clothing that caused
Ryoko's heart to skip a beat. It was Aeka's expression, or rather her presence.
The princes absolutely glowed with a radiance Ryoko hadn't seen
since...
The night we were together. The docking platform. Right before I
told her...
Aeka visibly reddened to see so many staring at her.
"I knew I shouldn't have worn this," she said and turned
to flee back to her room.
Mihoshi, who had been right behind her, grabbed Aeka and said,
"No, no! You look great. Right?" She looked expectantly at the rest
of the group.
"Ugh-yeah!" Tenchi agreed after and elbow from Nobuyuki.
"You're gorgeous," Kiyone spoke up.
"In fact," Nobuyuki added. "You look good enough
to-Oof!" The elder Masaki was too slow to dodge his son's return elbow.
"You're really pretty, Sister," Sasami chimed in.
Well...all right," Aeka hesitated looking a bit uncertain.
"But if I hear one laugh I am leaving."
As she descended the stairs, Tenchi approached the princess with
more than a little trepidation.
"I almost didn't recognize you for a minute there," he
said.
"What does that mean?" Aeka asked with a mysterious
smile.
"Ah...nothing really," the young man said, his hand
rubbing the back of his head, further tousling his dark hair.
"Nothing at all?" Aeka pressed, stepping closer to him.
"Sh-shouldn't we get going?" he stuttered. "We're
burning daylight."
"But of course Lord Tenchi," Aeka answered, letting him
off the hook...for the moment.
Meanwhile, Ryoko had gone from thunderstruck to seething.
*How can she so openly flirt with him? She's not supposed to be
this way. Besides, that's supposed to be MY bit!*
"Hold on," she said aloud, "I want to talk to you
for a minute, Princess."
"Ryoko, you promised not to meddle," Tenchi said
sternly.
"I'm not," the pirate said with wide, innocent eyes.
"I just want to talk to the Princess for a minute; in private."
"I'm not so sure that's-"
"We will be fine Lord Tenchi," Aeka interrupted.
"Are you sure?" Tenchi asked, seeing her strange
expression.
"I need to speak with Ryoko as well," she said quietly.
"Why don't you go ahead and I will meet you?"
"Where should we meet?"
"Where we watched the autumn leaves. Do you remember?"
"Uh-huh," Tenchi nodded dumbly. "Well I'll just get
the things and be on my way."
Clearly hesitant, the young Masaki hefted the picnic basket and
with another bewildered
glance at the princess and pirate, exited.
"Well, we've got laundry to do," Sasami offered. On her
way out she gave her sister a brief hug. "Good luck today, Aeka," she
whispered and left with Ryo-Ohki in tow.
The Guardians Azaka and Kamidake--finished repairing the carrot
reserve's force field made their own excuses to their mistress and disappeared.
"There was something you wanted to say to me?" Aeka
addressed Ryoko.
"About that," Ryoko began when someone sneezed.
Both girls whirled to glare at Nobuyuki who had yet to leave.
"I-uh, have to do some...stuff," he stammered backing
out of the room. "I'll just clean this up later."
Aeka waited a few beats to make sure that the architect was truly
gone, then began again.
"You were saying?"
Ryoko steeled herself with a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"What are you trying to prove with all of this?" she
finally said.
"Whatever do you mean, Ryoko?" Aeka asked sweetly as she
righted an overturned chair.
"Don't mock me, Aeka," Ryoko said darkly. "We've
been through too much to go back to that."
"Then shall we be plain?" Aeka turned to her.
"Let's."
Ryoko crossed the room to Aeka's side and reached out to gently
caress her cheek. "What are you doing Aeka?"
Aeka took her hand and kissed it on the back. "Why, I am
going to win, Ryoko," she said with a saccharin smile. "That is what
this game is all about."
"You don't mean that," Ryoko said, struggling to keep
the tremor from her voice. "It may have been about that at firs but not
anymore. Not after..."
"Not after what, Ryoko? After our sharing? We both know that
was purely physical."
"You're lying!" Ryoko cried. "And you never were
any good at it. You felt it too...the...connection we had!"
Aeka simply offered her that false smile again. "While I
admit you've been a good companion to me; that is all you were and all you ever
will be," she said as she headed for the door.
"Don't you dare turn you back on me, Aeka Jurai!"
The princess stopped at the sound of Ryoko's faltering voice.
"I told you that I loved you and that meant nothing to you at
all?" Ryoko pleaded. "I know you have feelings for me too."
"No," Aeka whispered almost inaudibly, the edge of a
memory invading her mind.
"Don't you want to explore these feelings?" Ryoko
persisted.
No...
"You mean so much to me. I just want to find out where all of
this will lead. Can't you at least do this for me?"
[You do love me, don't you?]
Not again.
"Aeka?"
"Not again..." the princess murmured.
"What?" Ryoko asked placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Aeka, I didn't hear-"
"I WON'T LET YOU!"
Ryoko suddenly found herself pressed against the far wall with no
memory of how she'd gotten there.
"I won't let you!" Aeka repeated, her once-beautiful
face a contorted rictus of inner pain.
"You can't control me anymore! Did you really think I could
ever love a...a...THING like you?"
Ryoko reeled as if struck; Aeka however, was far from finished.
"I know what you want but you can't have it. You won't have
it! Because I can't...I can't...I WON'T love you, you MONSTER!"
Energy leapt unbidden to Ryoko's fingers as she stared the
princess down. Aeka stood her ground, her eye were red-hot coals, blazing with
anger, and something else. However, instead of attacking, she slowly,
deliberately, turned and walked away.
The energy left Ryoko's fingers to dissipate harmlessly into the
air. Her knees suddenly weak, Ryoko's back found the wall, which she gratefully
slid down.
A memory came unbidden to her mind. A memory of a young girl
sitting against another wall, weeping piteously. Weeping because she'd just
found out how alone she was in the universe. As that little girl had once done,
Ryoko also buried her face in her hands and wept.
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Somewhere in subspace a little genius loaded the last command line
into her holographic computer. It had taken half the morning, but she's finally
found a bit of useful information.
Just as the created dimension was canceling, Ryoko said something.
While the statement was too garbled to decipher quickly, Washu was had a hunch
it was important. So she'd set her computers to work.
"This could give me some insight into Ryoko's recent behavior
and maybe help me devise a plan of action to-"
Searing pain shot through Washu, causing her to double over on her
cushion. Wave after wave of raw emotional torment washed over her, threatened
to overtake her.
Just as the torrent reached its peak and Washu was sure she'd be
driven over the edge of madness, it stopped.
Her eyes red from tears she couldn't recall shedding and her
Science Academy uniform a sweat-drenched, shredded ruin: Washu breathlessly
uttered the only word that came to mind:
"Ryoko..."
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In the forest
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Kiyone crept through the forest hunting the most dangerous game: a
sentient being. The detective switched on her bio scanner to search for a
humanoid life sign; when it abruptly turned itself off.
"The BioScanner has shorted out," came a most
unnecessary, mechanical voice.
"So it's that kind of game today," Kiyone muttered to
herself. "O.K."
The Combat Variable Computer was feeling cute today. Its main
function was to simulate random occurrences GP officers were likely to face in
the field. However, Kiyone had a sneaking suspicion that the thing just didn't
like her.
Shaking free of such idle thoughts, the teal-haired detective set
out on a new search pattern. Yet, before she'd gotten a few steps something
caught her eye. A low shrub was slightly misshapen and the old leaves covering
the ground beneath were matted. Almost as if someone had crouched there and then
moved on. A couple of blue threads clung to a branch, further solidifying her
hunch.
A smile touched Kiyone's lips as she followed her quarry. Now that
she what tell-tales to look for, it was almost like following a set of posters
yelling, "here is the fugitive!"
The officer briefly wondered why her prey was leaving such an
obvious trail. Perhaps she was still preoccupied with the morning's events.
She should know better than that. If she doesn't keep her head in
the game she could easily lose it.
Kiyone stalked closer, careful to watch her path for a betraying
twig or dry, brittle leaves, which might make noise. With a sure-footedness,
which came from years of experience, she tracked the criminal until she could
hear furtive sounds of her progress. The rasp of fabric upon branches, the
crackle of dead leaves underfoot, the dry snap of a twig.
After a while, the detective's keen nose picked up something other
than the earthy smell of moldering leaves; perfume.
"Damnit Mihoshi!" she hissed to herself. "I told
you about wearing that stuff."
Shaking her head in disgust, Kiyone pulled out a net-launching
tangle gun (since it wasn't strictly ordinance, Katsuhito had allowed its use
on Shrine grounds). The sounds of movement ahead had stopped altogether,
meaning either the criminal had gone to ground or had suddenly learned to move
without noise. Neither of which mattered to Kiyone who still had the perfume to
use as a marker.
Goddess! How much of that stuff did she use?
In moments, she was on the trail again, moving purposely toward
the scent. Then, of course, as she was closing in, Fate, the Universe or Binky
the Clown decided she'd gone far enough.
"Detective Kiyone's right ankle is sprained," announced
the CVC. And-of course- her right boot constricted to simulate painful
swelling. Cursing the universe in general (and Binky in particular) the
detective gingerly made her way towards her target.
I can still get her. If I can get around behind her the Statutes
of Action say I can use the tangle gun without shouting a warning.
She doubled back a bit and skirted around to the left, guided by
the perfume scent and now a vague shape in some shrubs that looked like a
crouching figure in blue. Making as little noise as possible, Kiyone hobbled
toward the figure whose face she couldn't see.
Not trusting her "bad" ankle, Kiyone knelt down and took
careful aim with the tangle gun.
She silently prayed that the CVC wouldn't choose this moment to
make the range finder another "casualty."
"Ten meters, center mass," Kiyone muttered to herself.
"And fire."
The net performed perfectly, waiting until it was a meter from the
target before deploying and wrapping the target in no-less than three layers of
composite fiber netting. The capture however, seemed a bit too easy.
Why isn't she struggling? Kiyone wondered as she made her way to
the site. In fact the package itself looked a bit...small...
"Oh no," Kiyone intoned as she prodded the package.
"She didn't she couldn't have!"
But the truth lay in the package with was only a Galaxy Police
issue jacket and uniform cap. Both items were fairly reeking with the perfume.
Kiyone dropped the items and spun around just in time to meet the impact of the
tangle net, which pinned her arms to her sides and wrapped up her legs as well.
Inevitably, the detective found her self staring up at the sky,
filtered through the high leaves.
"Detective Kiyone is dead," the Combat Variable Computer
said helpfully. Kiyone briefly wondered if she could justify shooting the thing
out of Yagami's torpedo tube to Central Accounting. Then the prey-turned-hunter
appeared over her, her sky-blue eyes brimming with concern.
"Are you okay Kiyone?" asked Earth's other Resident
officer of the Galaxy Police, Mihoshi Kuramitsu. "You're not hurt, are
you?"
"Only my pride," Kiyone said as her partner helped her
up. "One question does come to mind, though: How?"
"Oh, that?" Mihoshi asked as she started to loosen
Kiyone's bonds. "Well it's kind of a long story."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Well, I was doing that evasion thing, like the manual
said," Mihoshi said with an embarrassed look. "But it was so hot that
I decided to take my jacket and hat off. And then I realized that I'd left that
bottle of perfume in my pocket--you know, the one you told me not to wear
today? Anyway, it must have broken open because it was all over the place.
"So, when I saw that bush I just put them there so the smell
wouldn't give me away. Next I thought I'd dropped my keys back on the path and
went back to get them but then I remembered they were still in my jacket pocket
so I came back to get them and saw you and..."
Mihoshi's monologue drifted off as she watched her partner’s
eyebrow begin to twitch.
"Is something wrong Kiyone?" Mihoshi asked as she
finally freed her.
"Somehow I just can't be surprised by this," she
answered sardonically. She slowly sat up, glad that the CVC had ended the
simulation and released the pressure on her ankle.
"You wanna switch up now?" Mihoshi asked.
"Let's rest a bit, huh? Kiyone sat back against a handy tree
and patted the ground next to her. Mihoshi took the cue and eagerly snuggled up
next to her partner.
"I wish we could stay like this forever," Mihoshi
sighed, kissing Kiyone's cheek.
"You've got about ten minutes," Kiyone grinned as she
ran a hand trough Mihoshi's thick blonde hair.
"You're so dedicated to your job, Detective Kiyoooone!"
Mihoshi slowly maneuvered until she straddled Kiyone with knees to either side
of her hips.
"You know something?" Kiyone whispered huskily as she
slid her hands along Mihoshi's thighs.
"I love the way you say my name."
The blonde giggled sensuously as Kiyone slipped her hands around
her firm rear. "So that's why you kept wanting me to say it over and over
last night."
She leaned in for a deep, lingering kiss. As Kiyone parted her
lips, granting her tongue passage Mihoshi decided to give her a hint by gently
tightening her legs.
"Mmm...Mihoshi," Kiyone murmured. "You know we
can't start doing that now."
"Why not, Kiyone?" the blonde detective pouted.
"You know why," Kiyone gave her partner's posterior
another squeeze to soften the answer. "We'd never get finished if we
started now. Come on, up with you."
Mihoshi reluctantly let Kiyone up.
"Um, Kiyone. Why don't we jus tell the others about us,"
she asked abruptly.
Kiyone, who was busy stretching the kinks out, paused mid-motion.
"What?"
"I just thought it might be the right time," Mihoshi
continued. "It's so wonderful that we're finally together and I just
wanted to share that with the people we care about."
Kiyone stared at her partner for a long moment. She memorized
every curve and contour of her innocent face.
Hurting her is the last thing I want to do,
Kiyone thought as Mihoshi waited for her reply. But it's for her own good.
It's better if she's hurt a little bit now than hurt a lot, later on.
"I'm sorry," Kiyone finally said, "that's just not
in the cards right now."
Mihoshi's face fell. "Why not?"
"It's not a good time for this."
"When will it be a good time?" Mihoshi insisted.
Kiyone answered only with silence.
"You don't plan to tell anyone," Mihoshi accused. But,
you already told Ryoko and Aeka..."
"That was before I knew things would get
so...complicated," Kiyone said. Between all the confusion it would cause
here and at headquarters, it's not a good idea."
"But they're our closest friends, Kiyone," Mihoshi
protested. "And what does it matter if Headquarters found out about
us?"
"Because they'll break us up Mihoshi!" Kiyone exclaimed.
"They'll reassign us to different corners of the galaxy and we'll never
see each other again!"
"They wouldn't do that," Mihoshi cried. "Some of
the best teams in the Galaxy Police are
couples."
"We're not exactly your traditional couple," Kiyone said
dryly.
"That shouldn't matter," Mihoshi, retorted, "it
doesn't matter to me."
"Well it does to me!" the teal-aired woman shouted.
"The questions, the looks, the scrutiny...I can't live like that."
"Not even for me?" Mihoshi whispered. "I can see it
now. You never were serious about me, about us."
"You know that's not true!"
"But it is," Mihoshi said, her luminous, blue eyes
brimming with tears. "Even with that lame excuse about Headquarters: what
has that to do with our friends here on Earth?"
Kiyone stared back at her, totally unable to answer.
"It's all right Kiyone," Mihoshi said. "I
understand now." She reached out to gently caress Kiyone's cheek and
turned to walk away.
"Mihoshi! I..."
The blonde woman paused and turned once more, her face was so full
of tortured sadness that it froze Kiyone's heart.
"I didn't want you to get hurt."
"Well it's too late for that, isn't it?" Mihoshi asked.
She turned once more and Kiyone watched a large piece of her heart
walk away.
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Early afternoon [Elsewhere in the forest]
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Tenchi Masaki told himself that it was merely the wind. Or his
mind was playing tricks on him. Because the light sensation he'd felt upon his
cheek couldn't have been Aeka's lips.
She who was so refined and shy, or perhaps it was distant and
aloof.
If I'd known what she would be like today, I could have...
Tenchi banished the thought from his mind. Just spending some quality time with
the princess--without interruptions--was more than enough to warm his heart.
Sitting upon the checkered blanket, the young Masaki lord couldn't
help peeking at her legs from he corner of his eye. He was continually amazed
(and pleased) at how good she looked today.
Not that she doesn't look good every day,
Tenchi amended his thoughts. Today she just
seems so much more...
Aeka lounged beside, her alabaster legs tucked beneath her as she
daintily nibbled a finger sandwich. She caught him looking at her and flashed
him a warm smile and winked.
When she'd first joined him on the hill after her "talk"
with Ryoko, Aeka had seemed pensive and withdrawn. Yet, as the day went on,
Tenchi noticed Aeka drawing closer to him. She smiled more and took more
opportunities just to touch him.
A casual touch on the arm, letting her hand linger on his when
he'd helped her across a narrow stream and what may have been a kiss on the
cheek. Aeka had done all of these as the two explored he forest, waking down
old animal trails and dry creek beds.
And now there she was, on the hill where they'd first become
close, openly flirting with him. It left Tenchi wondering if she'd always been
like this when no one else was around to judge her. (He also wondered if he
would so actively resist Ryoko's advances if no one else was around.)
"Aeka," Tenchi began. "About today."
"Yes Lord Tenchi?" Tenchi nearly passed out as she
turned her frightfully lovely ruby gaze eyes upon him.
"Well," Tenchi gulped. "You know the reason we're
here right? About what happened last week?"
"I've already forgiven you of that," Aeka replied.
"I know, " Tenchi said, getting his nerve up. "I
just wanted to be sure-"
"Did you like what you saw?" Aeka interrupted him.
"WHAT?!
"Did you think I was pretty?"
"Well...yes but..."
I was thinking of you, you know," Aeka continued softly.
"When I put it on I dreamt of being with you."
Tenchi belatedly realized that the princess was advancing on him.
As she was speaking, she took his hand and placed it on her knee.
M-M-Miss Aeka! Are you sure this is appropriate?"
"I've wasted far too much time being "appropriate,"
Aeka said taking Tenchi's other hand and guiding it to her cheek. "Can't
we just drop all of the pretenses, the titles and the inhibitions and just be
together?”
His heart pounding a mile a minute, Tenchi tried to weakly
protest, but no sound came from his mouth as he suddenly realized what she was
offering. A tiny voice inside him was screaming, "This isn't right!"
But it was drowned out by the months of pent-up frustration, longing and
hormones and this perfect moment to act out. Or perhaps it was just the chance
to stop being the responsible one for a change. Here was a beautiful, sweet, vibrant
young woman right in front of him, and he was only human after all.
The correctness of his course affirmed, Tenchi wrapped an arm
around Aeka's back, closed his eyes, leaned forward...and succumbed to the
inevitable.
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The Masaki Home
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For Ryoko, time meant very little. She had no idea how long she'd
been sitting against the wall in the living room, however she did have vague
memories of Nobuyuki, Sasami and Ryo-Ohki asking what was the matter. She could
remember making some excuses which seemed satisfy them, because they went back
to their own business. The cabbit had, perhaps, picked up on her dark mood but
Ryoko had sent a strong "BACK OFF" message to cure her of any
curiosity.
Black despair stained the space pirate's thoughts as she sat
there.
I know what you want but you can't have it!
Phantom pains stabbed Ryoko's breast as she recalled Aeka's words.
I WON'T love you, you MONSTER!
Yet it wasn't just the words. It was the look on the princess's
face that burned away part of Ryoko's soul. It was an expression of total,
unadulterated hatred.
"Is that how she really feels? Is that how she sees me?"
Ryoko asked herself.
She wondered how she could have been so blind. All she'd wanted
was to give her heart freely and she'd been cruelly trampled for her trouble.
"If this is what loving someone does to you," she said.
"I don't want any part of it."
It was then that she felt a familiar presence. It was the same
presence that had been with her her entire life. And it belonged to the last
person in the universe she wanted trying to cheer her up. Ryoko scrambled to
raise the mental walls again but it was too late.
The "Washu" sense in her mind flared to life as the
semi-mad scientist rounded the corner.
"Are you ready Little Ryoko?" she asked.
"Ready for what?" Ryoko asked defensively. If she
tries to hug me I'll scream.
"Why for your check-up of course," Washu said cheerfully
as her chibi-mecha puppets, dressed in nurse's uniforms, appeared on her
shoulders.
"Time for a booster!" "A" said holding up an
enormous hypodermic needle.
"Just turn your head and cough!" "B" said,
handling a pressure cuff.
"I'm not sure that's appropriate for this occasion, but I
like your enthusiasm," Washu said to them both.
"Why me?" Ryoko asked with an ironic roll of her eyes.
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Ryoko sat naked and glowering upon a cold, metal examination table
amid a flurry of holographic screens.
"Are we done yet?" Ryoko demanded.
"For the umpteenth time, no!" replied Washu (in full
nurse regalia) who was busy fiddling with a data reader.
"That's not even a number, genius," Ryoko shot back.
"Well I know one young lady who's not getting a
lollipop."
"Oh boo-hoo!"
"Have some respect for your dear mother," Washu scolded.
"Some mother you were," Ryoko said sharply. "You
create me in some lab and then abandon me!"
Washu remained silent for a long while, convincing Ryoko that the
remark had hit home.
*Maybe now she'll leave me alone.*
"A little slow," Washu said finally. "But still .01
milliseconds faster than my lowest projections."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ryoko demanded.
"But, of course you didn't call me from all the way out there
just to insult little ole' me," the scientist went on. "So what's the
problem?"
"What do you mean? I never called you!"
"Incorrect response!" Washu said, turning the data
screen toward her daughter. "At approximately 11:15 a.m. I was hit with a
concentrated bolt of raw emotion that nearly knocked me unconscious. You don't
leave that sort of calling card unless you want to say something important.
What is it?"
"Washu," Ryoko said quietly. "I had no
idea..."
"Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Washu continued.
"You are my daughter, after all; no matter the circumstances of your
birth. I'll always know when you're in pain."
Washu walked around the table and sat on a stool beside it.
"Can you tell me about it?"
"It's...complicated," Ryoko paused to wipe hot tears
from her eyes.
"Life's like that sometimes," Washu said, looking upon
her daughter.
"Is it supposed to hurt this much?" Ryoko asked in a
cracking voice.
Washu shook her head sadly. If I had it my way, you'd never feel
pain. But even I can't do that."
"So there's nothing for it?" Ryoko pleaded.
"You can talk about it, get it out of your system," Washu
answered. "Holding on to it just makes it hurt even more."
Ryoko gave her a baleful look but Washu didn't relent.
"I didn't mean to fall in love!" she cried. "I just
wanted to be close to her, but things got out of control."
Ryoko felt something warm surround her shoulders and looked up to
see Washu wrapping her in a blanket.
"Tell me," the red-haired scientist said. And Ryoko did.
She began with how she'd first met Aeka when they were but
children and their stormy subsequent meetings. She spoke of her growing
attachment to the girl and her secret pleasure at having a "friend"
to spend time with on Earth. She finished with the sharing of their minds,
their hearts, and their bodies. And, of course, the end of it all.
"I just wanted to tell her everything," Ryoko said,
allowing her tears to run free. "I can't explain why we connected, but we
did! And now she hates me for telling her, and I DON'T THINK I CAN HANDLE
THIS!"
Washu reached out to hold her daughter and rode out the waves of
despair, sending out thoughts of comfort and love until she finally calmed.
"Washu," Ryoko said, looking up at her mother with a
tear-stained face. "What should I do?"
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In the forest
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With her heart full of longing, her mind focused on a single
purpose, Aeka leaned forward...
And found herself suddenly pushing away from the brink.
"Wha?" Tenchi gasped, releasing a breath he couldn't
remember holding.
"Lord Tenchi.." Aeka began breathlessly. "I
didn't-" She broke off, unbidden memories rising in her mind.
Ryoko holding her in the bathhouse, gently kissing away her tears.
Walking in the forest at night hand-in-hand. The smell of her hair, the texture
of her skin.
No! Please don't make me remember!
But her pleas went unheard as she recalled the music of Ryoko's
laugh, the silkiness of her lips, the electricity of her touch.
"Aeka," Tenchi called, as if from an impossible
distance. "What's wrong?"
The violet-haired princess merely shook her head, her eyes
brimming with tears. Through her own tears, she could see Ryoko's tortured
face, her beautiful golden eyes spilling tears of betrayal.
"Please forgive me..."
"For what Aeka?" Tenchi asked.
Aeka whirled to see Tenchi looking upon her with concern as she
realized she'd spoken aloud.
I-I should not have done that," she said, thinking quickly.
"I should never have acted so forward towards you."
"Miss Aeka, you don't need to apologize," Tenchi assured
her. "This whole day was about you being comfortable with yourself, and
with me."
Aeka stared at the patterns on the picnic blanket. "You don't
understand," she said. "I wanted it to happen, *needed* it to happen
for such a long time." Se looked up at him. "But not like this. Not
for these reasons."
"What reasons are those?" Tenchi asked.
"It doesn't matter," Aeka said with finality. "If
I'd gone through with it I'd be hurting someone I care deeply for. Make that
two someones."
"I hope I didn't do anything to-"
"No Lord Tenchi, never!" Aeka said vehemently. "I
only hope you can for give me for this."
"You don't even have to ask," Tenchi said, drawing her
into a hug. "But you wouldn't be Aeka if you didn't."
He held her there for a long moment, guiltily enjoying having her
so near. It didn't matter to him what had almost happened between them. And,
being totally honest, Tenchi wasn't sure it would have been a good thing if
something really had occurred. The timing didn't seem...right.
Aeka suddenly stiffened in his arms.
"I have to go," she said, gently freeing herself.
"But why?" Tenchi asked as the violet-haired girl stood
and brushed off her clothes.
"There is something I must do," Aeka said stepping back
into her sandals. "Will you be all right with this?" She pointed at
the remains of the picnic lunch.
"I'll be fine," Tenchi answered, still thrown off
balance.
"Then I must hurry," Aeka replied racing for the forest
path. "Thank you for everything."
"Your welcome, Princess Aeka," Tenchi said as she
vanished into the wood.
As he set about tidying up the site, Tenchi heard a deep rumbling
in the sky. He looked up to see thunderheads moving rapidly toward the Shine.
"Perfect, just perfect."
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Somewhere in Subspace
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The petite scientist thought for a long moment. With only a few
words she could change Ryoko's life. She could take her estranged daughter's
shattered world and on the path of her choosing; the right path.
No. It's her life. No matter how painful it can be, I don't have
that right.
"I think you should go to her," Washu told her. "Go
and get her back."
"W-what?!" Ryoko's head snapped up.
"You were expecting something more motherly? Washu said.
"Something like, 'forget Aeka and get on with your life?' Or, 'tis better
to have loved and lost’ etc.?" Washu paused with a sardonic grin.
"Personally, I've always thought that was a big load of bull."
"You actually want me to go after her?" Ryoko asked,
dumbfounded. "You don't mind?"
"Of course I mind!" the scientist laughed. I think it's
a fool's errand. You'd be better off with Tenchi in my opinion."
"Then why did you-"
"Because Aeka makes you happy, Ryoko," Washu said with a
brilliant smile. "And even my brilliant opinions mean nothing next to
that. You aren't the type to throw your love around arbitrarily. It means too
much to you. So, are you going to do it?"
"But, after what she said, I..." Ryoko hung her head.
"My foolish daughter," Washu said as she raised Ryoko's
chin. "You still don't understand what happened, do you? I shouldn't be
surprised. You're always looking for solutions without full knowledge of the
problem.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Look at it this way," Washu said patiently. "What
was Aeka trying to do when she said those things to you?"
"To...push me away?" Ryoko said hesitantly.
"And you said there was hatred in her eyes," Washu
continued. "What's the basis for hatred?"
"Fear..."
"Then ask yourself this," Washu surmised. "What did
she fear? What did the Princess Aeka Jurai fear enough that she had to push you
away?"
Ryoko mulled over that, her mind turning the nugget over and over.
Comparing it to all she knew of the princess. Suddenly the space pirate's
golden eyes widened with dawning understanding.
"I can't believe I didn't see it," she said in
amazement. "It was right in front of me the whole time and I looked right
past it! Oh, Aeka!"
"There's no use in blaming yourself, Ryoko admonished.
"You couldn't have seen the connection being all wound up like that. The
important thing is to go get her now."
"But she's still out...with Tenchi," Ryoko's heart sank.
"Not for long," Washu said, suddenly wearing a cheap
suit, bad toupee and standing in front of a weather map. "Those
cumulonimbus clouds will see to that."
"Huh?" Ryoko asked, totally lost.
"Honestly! You'd think *some* of my genius would have been
inherited genetically," Washu said tiredly. "Just get going. And put
something on! Were you born in a lab or something? Oh, right."
Ryoko wrapped the blanket about her and set off to find a convenient
portal.
"Washu," she said on her way out. "Sometimes you
really do act like a real mom."
The redhead simply smiled and waived her on.
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Deep in the forest [Deep in thought]
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Kiyone plied her way through the forest primeval, her heart
twisted into knots. When Mihoshi left her, the detective had considered going
after her, then thought better of it. She was in no shape for a confrontation,
so instead, she'd just wandered the forest trails, oblivious to the darkening
sky.
As the freshening breeze rustled the high leaves, Kiyone reviewed
her life and her decisions. The choice to join Galaxy Police against her
mother's wishes. Taking the most difficult investigative courses in the
academy...and choosing to remain partners with Mihoshi over a promotion.
"It seemed so simple that there was no choice," Kiyone
said to herself. "So why is it so hard now?"
Something's missing. Something big.
It was the usual turmoil she went through when facing such a
decision. There was no real choice. She couldn't possibly conceive of a life
without her beloved friend.
"So why am I still out here?"
Yet she already knew the answer: Pride and Fear.
Her pride was keeping her in the dark woods. Her fear kept her
from facing the truth. She didn't want to admit being wrong. Wrong about her
life, wrong about her choices and she was afraid to be wrong about loving
Mihoshi.
Pride and Fear: The instructors at the academy had called them
useful, but potentially destructive emotions.
A good sense of pride gave an officer the motivation to serve to
the best of her ability. A healthy dose of fear would give that same officer a
set of limits to keep her from going too close to the edge.
At the same time, too much pride could blind said officer to the
plight of those she is sworn to serve. And too much fear could paralyze at
critical moments and cost lives.
Pride and Fear: Two dangerous emotions Kiyone couldn't release.
The teal-haired detective continued walking, oblivious to the
heavy, moisture-laden air. She even missed the subtle shift in the terrain as
she walked through the carrot fields.
"Hi Kiyone!"
Kiyone's head snapped back to the real world only to realize that
her "aimless wanderings" had brought her to the back porch of the
Masaki house. Nobuyuki and Katsuhito sat side-by-side along with a napping
Ryo-Ohki, Washu (who wasn't working on her computer for a change) and Sasami
who was serving tea.
"What's going on here?" Kiyone asked, taking in the
scene.
"We came out to watch the rain," Sasami replied
cheerfully as she filled Washu's cup. "It's about to start."
Kiyone looked up, surprised she'd missed the approaching storm.
"Did you want something to drink?" Sasami asked.
"No, I-"
"No, I'm fine," another voice cut Kiyone off.
"Mihoshi," Kiyone said quietly, realizing just how wound
up she really was.
The blonde's face remained downcast and she didn't acknowledge her
partner.
"Mihoshi," Kiyone tried again.
"I've changed my mind, Sasami," Mihoshi said casually.
"I think I will have some tea."
"O-Okay," Sasami replied, the cheer fading from her
expression.
"Mihoshi please, I want to talk to you," Kiyone tried
once more. "I want to apologize."
Finally, Mihoshi glanced in her direction, her face an unreadable
mask. "Apologize about what, Kiyone?" she inquired.
"For those...things I said in the forest," Kiyone said.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
Mihoshi looked at her for a long moment, and then sadly shook her
head.
"What?" Kiyone stood in shock. "But isn't this what
you wanted? I admit I was wrong about everything, okay?"
The wind freshened again, this time carrying drops of moisture
with it, however she ignored them. "What do you want me to do? Just tell
me and I'll do it!"
The blonde detective remained silent, though her former distant
gaze was now boring straight into Kiyone's soul. Kiyone could feel the weight
of that stare as well as the scrutiny of the others watching this drama unfold.
She wants me to say it first! she thought. She
wants me to say it right here, in front of everyone!
Kiyone stood paralyzed, staring back at Mihoshi, unable to act.
Katsuhito cleared his throat, shifting the girls' attention.
"Some battles are not meant to be won," he said quietly, and went
back to sipping his tea.
And then the final piece fell into place for Kiyone.
"Sometimes when you lose you win," she remembered a blue-haired
bounty hunter saying.
"I can't win this..."
And she found herself moving toward the porch, but before she was
four steps along she was caught in a fierce embrace.
"I love you so much!" Came Mihoshi's tear-choked cry.
"I love you too," Kiyone said while trying to kiss her
at the same time. As she felt warmth of Mihoshi's pure spirit envelope her,
Kiyone barely acknowledged the reaction of the extended Masaki family.
While Sasami looked a little shocked, Katsuhito was remained his
usual, stoic self, Washu displayed her knowing smile and Nobuyuki (of course)
had a grin so large he could have swallowed his ears.
One surprise was that none of this seemed to matter anymore.
Kiyone had to smile at that.
Mihoshi mattered. Love mattered. Everything else was just
background noise. Including the driving rain, which had just begun in earnest.
The detective's inward smile became outward as she pulled out of another
heart-stopping kiss.
"Thanks Nagi."
"What was that?" Mihoshi asked as she took her hand.
"Nothing," Kiyone replied. "Let's go find a place
we can get out of these wet clothes."
"Mihoshi returned her smile and added a mischievous wink.
"Gladly!"
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Ryoko sat upon a crossbeam wandering just what was going on. When
she'd first emerged from the lab, Ryoko had been delighted to see the storm
clouds forming. Heading down the forest path she'd met Tenchi on his way back;
and surprised him by asking where Aeka was.
Back in the house the space pirate had searched from room to room
to find nothing at all. Every time she asked someone, it turned out that Aeka
had just left the room. Ryoko got the distinct notion that she was being toyed
with. A second visit to the bath revealed a very playful Kiyone and Mihoshi who
said (amid a flurry of giggles) that Aeka had just been there.
After that, Ryoko finally gave up.
*If she's going to talk to me she will; if not...*
Ryoko didn't know anything beyond that. So there she sat waiting
as the day came to a close. The bustling sounds of the Masaki home gave way to
the rattling of pots and running water as Sasami prepared dinner.
Ryoko was almost ready to start the search anew when the princess
entered through the front door. Aeka was wearing a comfortable pink kimono with
white trim and her hair was once again bound in her customary twin ponytails.
While her outward demeanor was serene, Ryoko could sense an
undercurrent of unease.
"So, you finally decided to show up," she said as she
teleported to Aeka's side.
"I am sorry to have kept you waiting," Aeka said
quietly. "I had to take time to gather my thoughts."
"What did you find out?" Ryoko asked, moving closer.
Aeka moved away and paused to straighten a throw pillow. "I
was cruel to you for no good reason. Can you forgive me?"
"I don't see what there is to apologize for," Ryoko
answered. "We say things we don't mean sometimes."
"But you don't understand!" Aeka exclaimed. "I was
wrong to say those things to you. Wrong to think you could be
like...like..." Her voice faltered into silence as she looked desperately
toward Ryoko.
"Like Shiori," Ryoko quietly completed the thought. She
saw the princess stiffen and knew she had struck the right cord. "You told
me once that you were afraid of your own feelings. Do you remember, the
bath?"
Aeka nodded silently, then cast her gaze to the floor.
"Then we both know what this is really about," Ryoko
continued. "When I told you I loved you it hit you too hard and I'm sorry
about that."
"No Ryoko," Aeka said tracing the patterns of shadow on
the floor. "Even then I knew you wouldn't intentionally hurt me." She
tore her gaze away from the ground and locked eyes with Ryoko. "I was just
so afraid of being controlled again, by my own love for someone. Even though I
knew you weren't her in my rational mind; I just couldn't stop. I had to push
you away."
"So what changed your mind?" Ryoko reached out to touch
Aeka's cheek. At first the princess flinched away and looked ready to flee, but
then calmed down.
"Perhaps I felt that holding on to my irrational fear isn't
worth losing my best friend," Aeka said as she gently kissed Ryoko's hand
and moved away once again.
Ryoko looked after her, seeing that the tenseness had not left her
shoulders. Her hands still wrung together. "There's something else, isn't
there?"
Aeka stared out the picture window; the increasing rains cast
ever-changing patterns upon the glass. Diffuse light from the dying sun stained
her face deep auburn.
Ryoko almost reached out to touch her, but stopped herself. The
princes stood away from her, folding her arms tight over her breast hugging her
self against some real or imagined draft.
Aeka's amethyst hair glistened slightly with remaining moisture
from a recent bath. "What do you see, Ryoko?" she asked without
looking back.
"Beg pardon?"
Aeka shot her a look that stopped her cold. "I asked a
question," she said.
So that's the game, Ryoko thought. "I see a very sexy
little princess," she answered aloud. "Who is in need of some serious
lovin'."
"No," Aeka cut her off. "What do you see, when you
look at me?"
"I don't understand."
"I think you do," Aeka countered. "Who am I?"
Ryoko took a breath. "Are you sure you wanna hear this?"
The princess said nothing.
"I see..." Ryoko hesitated. "When I look at you, I
see a beautiful girl who tries so hard to live up to a bunch of useless
traditions."
"Now wait just a minute!" Aeka interjected.
"Sorry," Ryoko said quickly. "I'm sorry. Let me
finish, OK?"
Aeka nodded curtly.
"What I meant to say was that you're always so driven to live
up to this ideal. The Aeka I see works so hard to push every emotion into a
little box; afraid to let even a little bit of her true self to leak out. She
leaves the fun to everyone else while she's busy being a 'proper lady.' I stand
by and watch while she slowly kills herself trying to prove to the universe
that she deserves this title she was born with."
Aeka quickly turned her back, however, Ryoko caught the reflection
of a single tear
on her cheek.
"You can't live your life, trying to make yourself into this
image of perfection others have made for you," Ryoko continued,
approaching Aeka once more. "When are you going to ask, 'what makes Aeka
happy?'"
"I...I don't know what makes me happy," Aeka whispered.
"I have never thought about it..."
Ryoko put her arms about the princess. At first, Aeka resisted;
then her rigid back melted into the embrace. "It's all right Aeka,"
the cyan-haired girl said. "Maybe we can find out together."
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The Masaki House [Midnight]
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The stillness of night wrapped the grounds of the Masaki Shrine in
its sinuous embrace. While most of the residents (and guests) of the house had
bedded down for the night, the space pirate, Ryoko crept out of her perch near
the ceiling and floated toward and exterior wall. Hearing the creak of wood she
glanced to her right to see Nobuyuki sneaking up the stairs with his video
camera.
"No doubt to catch a peek at Mihoshi and Kiyone," she
thought wryly as she moved on.
Sure enough, a moment later...
"Eeep!" And the architect and armature videographer was
"escorted" back to the couch by Azaka and Kamidake who'd drawn guard
duty in front of the guest room.
Ryoko shrugged and passed through the back wall looking for the
princess. "The note said she'd be here," Ryoko whispered, looking
again at the beautifully handwritten message. "Prepare yourself!" it
had read.
"Hmmm...maybe she's finally gonna wear that GP uniform,"
Ryoko thought naughtily.
The cyan-haired woman scanned the area once again. There was the
back porch, the stone path to the lake and the lake itself, which was covered
with a fine mist giving it a mysterious air. Yet as Ryoko stared at it she felt
a familiar surge of power and she hurried to the dock.
Sure enough, she found Ryo-Ohki, in ship form, awaiting her.
Before she could ask about what was happening she was transported inside...
To a ship she barely recognized. The entire bridge had been
transformed into a wonderland of hanging fabrics. Dozens of a sheer material
hung from the ceiling, gently rippling in subtle air currants. Ryoko lightly
brushed some of the fabric. "Silk," she mused at the feel of its
smooth texture. "Very fine silk. But why so much?"
As she continued to explore the space, Ryoko found that some of
the sheets touched the floor, creating partitions, or a sort of pathway.
"Aeka," Ryoko called as the heard the whisper of unshod
feet. "So the game begins..."
Ryoko followed the sound of Aeka's progress through the ship,
always just a step behind. Whenever she thought she was closing in she found
another silken wall blocking her way. And when she backtracked, she found that
the trail had changed shape. The golden-eyed pirate thought briefly of just
teleporting around to find her but dismissed it. It felt like cheating.
*Besides, I like a challenge. It makes the reward that much
sweeter,* she thought.
Therefore, she continued motivated by the memory of Aeka's sweet
lips. Her search came to an abrupt end when she rounded a corner to find the
princess waiting. Wearing some kind of dark purple, floor length dressing gown
and nightcap, smiled serenely at her lover.
"You didn't teleport," she said happily. "You've
learned patience."
"It makes the game more fun," Ryoko returned her smile
and reached for the princess only to have her dance away.
"There is one more lesson you must learn," Aeka started
moving towards an opening in the swaying sheets. "You must learn to
suffer." Aeka shrugged off the dressing gown to reveal the white, lace
lingerie she'd only worn once. She removed her cap, letting the spill of purple
hair cascade down her back.
"If this is your idea of suffering," Ryoko began as she
started forward; only to be stopped by another silken partition. "Hey,
what gives?"
"Just another of those 'useless traditions,'" Aeka said
with a devilish grin. "Please undress."
Her curiosity piqued, Ryoko obediently began stripping off her
blue and green, striped dress. "I've got these great edible panties-"
"You will have no need of them," Aeka cut her off. She
turned to lead a fully nude Ryoko to a very familiar circular bed.
"You didn't," Ryoko breathed.
"It is not strictly traditional, but I thought it would make
you more comfortable," Aeka said, patting a place on the satin sheets.
Ryoko boarded the bed and lay back as the princess bade her. She
thrilled as Aeka let the tips of her violet hair trace trails up her body. As
Aeka leaned in to gently kiss Ryoko's supple lips, the pirate reached up to
hold her; only to have her hands pressed back and together above her head. Aeka
pulled out a violet, silk ribbon and expertly tied her wrists together and
fastened them to a hook Ryoko hadn't noticed before.
"Is this where I suffer?" Ryoko asked, intrigued at this
new game. Aeka simply tied a silk scarf around her eyes, blindfolding her.
"Turn over please," Aeka requested.
The cyan-haired woman complied, pleased to find that the hook was
on some kind of casters which allowed limited movement.
Ryoko tested her bonds. "You know I could break out of
these."
Aeka paused a moment. "You may do as you wish," she said
quietly.
And then she was gone. The weight of her body disappeared from
Ryoko's back.
Then...Ryoko felt something wonderful. Gentle waves of silkiness
washed over her back as Aeka slid a sheet of silk down her back. Ryoko's breath
caught in her throat as the princess slowly brought the silk down to her
backside.
A tortured moan escaped Ryoko's mouth as the silk began to travel
upward, followed by Aeka's lips. As she reached Ryoko's neck Aeka took time to
nibble her earlobes, her lace-covered breasts gliding across the pirate's back.
Aeka continued using the silk, drawing it across Ryoko's body
until the cyan-haired woman was writhing in pent-up arousal.
"Turn over, please," Aeka gently ordered.
"Finally!" Ryoko panted hungrily as she eagerly obliged.
And then Aeka was kissing her again, her tongue entering and
exploring her generous mouth pausing to suck her lower lip.
"Aeka!" Ryoko moaned. "I am SO ready!" She
felt the princess's finger upon her lips.
"Come now, you can take a little more," Came her amused
voice.
Ryoko silently cursed the blindfold, which robbed her of the glory
of her lover's eyes.
Yet, suddenly all of her thoughts fluttered away as the silk began
tracing its way across her lips, rubbing along her erect nipples, sliding down
her flat stomach and moving past her moist cleft.
However, this time, Aeka draped the silk the length of Ryoko's
body. Using her teeth and tongue the princess teased Ryoko though the silk,
kissing her neck, nibbling and sucking her hardened nipples.
Ryoko gasped, arching her back, as Aeka electrified her skin with
her tongue. With deft fingers, Aeka traced the outline of Ryoko's core taking
time to tease her hidden hub of pleasure. Slipping a hand between Ryoko's
shapely thighs, Aeka once again kissed the pirate deeply.
"Do you want to be free?" Aeka asked her.
"Yes! Now!" Ryoko answered quickly. "Untie me
now!"
There was a pause, then another kiss, this on very light.
"What are you--Ahh!" Ryoko's inquiry was cut short as the princess
teased her through the silk.
"Ryoko," Aeka's voice came again. "Do you want to
be free?"
What? She already asked me that? What kind of crazy game is this?
"I told you already," she said aloud. "Let me
go."
"Ryoko! Do you want to be free?" Aeka asked again with
more urgency.
*Is that it? Does she get a kick out of torturing me like this?*
She tried to phase out of the bonds but found it difficult to
summon the necessary concentration.
"Ryoko, please!" Aeka called out.
She sounds like she's begging. But Aeka's never begged for
anything in her... And suddenly she understood. A smile lit
Ryoko's lips as she raised up as far as her tied wrists would allow.
"No," she whispered into Aeka's ear. "I don't want
to be free. I want to remain bound forever."
Silence.
And then a flurry of kisses covered her face as she felt her bonds
loosened and the blindfold removed. She opened her eyes to find Aeka straddled
atop her, her ruby eyes filled with grateful tears.
"You understood," she said.
"I had no idea you Juraians played so rough," Ryoko
replied as she brushed a few strands of violet hair away from Aeka's face. The
princess caught her hand and pressed it against her cheek.
"Forgive me for being so cruel," she said. "But it
had to be your decision."
Ryoko placed a hand behind Aeka's head and pulled her close.
"If that's the case, I choose to be a prisoner in your heart forever. I
don't want to be free." She kissed her again, allowing the force of her
pent-up passion drain into the princess.
"Tell me," Aeka said breathlessly. "What happens
now?"
"I am in you hands," Ryoko said laying down. "At
you pleasure, my Lady."
Aeka quickly went to work letting her lips and tongue lead the way
to Ryoko's, then moving down to worship her breasts. The violet-haired girl
frantically suckled one, then the other nipple, feeling Ryoko's back arch with
pleasure at each iteration. She continued down Ryoko's body, reveling in the
taste of her taut flesh.
Her skilled tongue traced a path from Ryoko's navel to her glistening
core and there paid homage to her pleasure. Parting the nether lips with her
tongue, Aeka tasted of her love's arousal. With that brief taste the princess's
hunger increased. Redoubling her efforts, Aeka used her tongue to tease Ryoko's
core. Ryoko's head thrashed wildly as she threaded her fingers into Aeka's
amethyst hair. Aeka, meanwhile, increased her pleasure sliding two fingers into
her tight core, enjoying the feeing of being surrounded by the pirate.
"Now! Please now!" Ryoko gasped as Aeka began eagerly
thrusting into her.
A trembling shudder passed through Ryoko as she climaxed full
force, while Aeka obligingly bathed her nether regions with her tongue. As
Ryoko's tumult subsided and Aeka's hunger was sated (for the moment) the
princess hand-walked her way up the pirate's body to gaze into her golden hued
eyes.
"Show me something, magnificent," Aeka breathed.
"At you pleasure my Lady," Ryoko said as she slid her
hands up to cup the princess's firm posterior.
Sitting up, she allowed Aeka to straddle her hips. Aeka uttered a
very un-princess-like giggle and began grinding her pelvic region
against Ryoko. Meanwhile Ryoko (in the perfect position) held on for dear life
and made love to her breasts. Taking a hardened nipple in her mouth, holding it
in her teeth and teasing it with her tongue, Ryoko felt Aeka shudder in
ecstasy. Ryoko could feel her urgency--her need--by the way the princess
grabbed her cyan locks, the tenseness of her thighs, the intensity of her
moans.
Yet it was her eyes, which were the most telling. They burned with
the same crimson furies she'd witnessed when they'd first made love. However,
now she understood that it wasn't merely sexual. It was her need to be loved
and to give love in return. That which had been hidden so long and nearly
crushed by years of guilt, fear and shame. Ryoko was humbled to receive such a
precious gift. Yet now the window to Aeka's soul remained open.
Why? Why now?
"Only for you, Ryoko," Aeka gasped out. "Only for
you!"
"How the hell did you hear that?!" Ryoko gaped at her in
astonishment.
Aeka simply smiled at her. "I have no idea," she said
quietly. "But I am so close now. Please
Ryoko!"
The space pirate nodded and reached down slipping a hand between
Aeka's legs searching for that nexus of maximum pleasure. The strange
connection she now shared with the princess made finding the place all too
easy. As her experienced fingers found it Aeka's body spasmed once, twice,
three times. An animalistic cry tore from her lips as the primordial force of
Orgasm ripped through her consciousness, causing wave after wave of pleasure.
Ryoko rode that wave, holding her close until, their passion
finally spent, they sprawled exhausted to the satin sheets.
When the princess came to herself, she found Ryoko's arms around
her holding her from behind. Feeling her lover stir Aeka moved one of her hands
a bit higher to a convenient bit of soft flesh.
"Mmm..." Ryoko murmured with a gratifying squeeze.
"Hi."
"Hi," Aeka said enjoying the serenity of the moment.
"Will it always be like that?"
"I should hope not!" Ryoko chuckled. "We probably
traumatized poor Ryo-Ohki. Um...about what happened..."
"I think some things are best left mysteries," Aeka said
thoughtfully. "By the way, thank you."
"What for?"
"For allowing me to love you in my own way," Aeka
answered. "For showing me that I needn't have feared it."
"I should be the one thanking you," Ryoko said holding a
finger to her lips. "Thanks for letting me in, Aeka. You finally let
someone inside your defenses. Now was that so terrible?"
"Only when I think of how much time I wasted," Aeka
answered sadly. "But we're together now and that is all that
matters."
"Well there is one more thing," Ryoko said slowly.
"What are we going to do about Tenchi?"
"I hadn't thought of that," Aeka said. "Do you
think he'd be opposed to sharing?"
"Wouldn't work," Ryoko said dismissively. "I
couldn't bear the thought of sharing you with anyone else."
Aeka laughed and turned towards her. "You are a selfish one
aren't you?" She smiled. "Though I suppose we won't have to do
anything about him for now. Besides, I don't want to share you either."
Aeka drew Ryoko into a lingering kiss. "I want to know
everything about you, Ryoko," she said at last. "Body and soul."
"You must be halfway there Princess," Ryoko said.
"Because you just read my mind."
The space ship Ryo-Ohki carried the new lovers away as the music
of their love was accompanied by the backdrop of the cosmos.
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Notes and apologies [or Why it Took so Damn Long!]
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Hi there!
If you are a reader of my work then you've probably noticed a wee
gap in the time between
Episodes II and III of "Every Lesson Learned." (Okay a
BIG gap!) Here goes:
The first delay came as I was enthralled with numerous other
projects (I procrastinated). Then came my newspaper internship. (I
procrastinated even more!) And of course my most recent work as an intern
following around candidates for this year's general election. (Just plain
goofing off!) When I finally came to my senses and realized I was letting my writing
suffer and breaking promises I decided to take a break from work and put things
in order (it was actually a car accident which forced me to lay up for a
while).
So while I was prioritizing (healing) I pulled out my files and
got back to basics with my writing. (I started a speed run and haven't turned
this thing off for ten hours!!) I am glad to say I'm finally done. For now
anyway.
One good thing did come of my business (procrastination). I almost
put something into this story that would have screwed it up. I guess taking a
break (car wreck) and looking at it from a fresh perspective (fuzzy from
painkillers) made me realize just what a mistake (major screw up) that would
have been.
So that is that. And for the folks who still aren't satisfied:
I am REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY
REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY
REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY
REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY
REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY
REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY
REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY
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SORRY!
Okay.
Do you still like me?
Not that I need everyone to like me.
It's just that I get so anxious when I think someone is upset with
me...
I'm really a nice person!
How about some cookies?
Er...note to self: "talk to therapist."
Send all comments and pipe bombs to: arcajeth2002@yahoo.com
Thanks for reading
Arca Jeth ^_^