Tenchi Muyo in the west... Part two...
"Tenchi Muyo!" and characters were created by Hiroki Hayashi and Masaki Kajishima, and is the property of AIC/Nippon Television, Geneon Entertainment and FUNimation Entertainment.
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Chapter...01...
The early 1880s...( A street in New York City... )
The young boy, in less than clean clothes, stood on the corner, waving a folded paper...
" Times here... Get your Times here... "
As Nobuyuki Masaki approached the boy, he pulled out a nickel and handed it to him...
" Morning, Mister Masaki... "
" Morning, Bobby... "
The boy pulled a rolled paper out of a bag and handed it to Nobuyuki...
" Here today's issue, sir... "
" Thank you, Bobby... "
Nobuyuki tucked it under his arm and started down the brick walk...
" Any word from Tenchi yet, sir?... "
Nobuyuki looked over his shoulder and smiled...
" Not yet... But chances are he's just gotten out there... "
Bobby was one of a number of unusual 'friends' Tenchi had... He was more like his grandfather than his father, but Nobuyuki didn't mind... Nobuyuki didn't want to be Nobuyuki, working in the office, having to put up with people and such...
If he hadn't been surrounded by females at the train station, he might have gone with Tenchi... Not much chance with the eagle-eyed women in this family...
" I hope the girls are alright!... "
Sasami took after Tenchi and wasn't as stuck-up as some of her female acquaintances were... Ayeka was the one who handled that best, but that hadn't kept her from sneaking away with Sasami and Tenchi some times... Nobuyuki wondered how she was handling the 'wild west'... His smile brightened...
" I'm sure they're OK... No one in their right mind would dare mess with Ayeka... "
Even Bobby smiled at that...
" Have a good day, sir... "
" You too, Bobby... " After a few seconds... " And the irregulars... "
The Irregulars was the nickname for the small group of kids Tenchi and the others tended to hang out with... Most didn't have families, the irregulars were their Family...
THAT got a reaction from the boy... The Irregulars were suppose to be a secret, he hadn't known Tenchi's family knew about them... He smiled...
" Same time tomorrow... "
Nobuyuki continued down the walk, to work...
" Yes, SIR!!... "
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( A small town in the South-West... )
Sheriff Kiyone Makibi stood looking out the window of her office...
It'd been a long day... First the early morning trip to the reservation because of the local land baron Kagato, who seem to be trying to get the tribe in trouble over some stolen cattle... Kiyone was sure of that, but she just couldn't prove any thing, AGAIN...
She'd had to sit there and watch as Kagato came close to getting the tribe sent to another reservation... Where they could be watched closer and their land, the only 'good' land not in White-man hands, put up for sale...
Then, out of no where, a young boy by the name of Tenchi Masaki rides into the Indian camp with more cattle for the tribe and a bill of sales for not only the new cattle, but the 'stolen' cattle as well...
Kiyone smile at her memory of Kagato's face as his scheme fell apart before his eyes...
It had taken ever ounce of will power to keep from laughing and falling off her horse...
Even now the memory brought t tear to her eyes...
She'd left her friend Washu Hakubi and her daughter Ryoko out there... She couldn't wait for them to get back to town and tell her what happen after they'd left...
There was also the details if how Tenchi and Ryoko had acquired, not only the new cattle, but the bill of sale for ALL the cattle...
THAT one she just had to know...
She knew he was probably over in his office right now, trying to come up with a new scheme to get the Indian land...
As well as the J bar M Ranch, THE best land around for hundreds of miles...
Kiyone out her window and down the street at Kagato's office across the way...
Perhaps he'd stress himself out over this and have a heart attack...
Kiyone smiled and shook her head...
We couldn't get that lucky...
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to be continued...