Good God(dess) Almighty!

A quasi-SI merger (of sorts) of AMG, Tenchi, and Kenshin (and possibly more)

By Corran Griffin

Disclaimer: None of the animes in this story belong to me. I'm just borrowing ideas and characters. I also don't own the idea of Trinium. That comes from Stargate SG-1

Story Notes Tenchi will be a complete AU. Most likely the only actual Kenshin character in the story will be Hiko, but that's subject to change at my whim. As for AMG, I'll be using their ideas, but the main stars of AMG will only have supporting roles in my story, if even that much. I'm also making Nekomi Tech somewhat close to Okoyama. Deal with it. I may or may not bring Ranma and Sailor Moon into this story. I haven't really decided yet.

Chapter One

Corran was relaxing on a couch in his dorm, his sword resting against his shoulder. It had been a long day. This was it, the end of his first month in Japan. The year before was his last year of high school, and at his master's encouragement (if you could call it that), he'd decided to attend college in Japan. He didn't think it would be that hard, since his master had insisted they only speak Japanese whenever they were training. Anyway, Corran had just finished his first month at Nekomi Tech. Like he suspected, it wasn't anything too difficult, but there was a lot of work. After his classes, Corran had visited the gym and sparred with one of the kendo students there. Now that was a surprise, finding a kendo team at this type of school. Technically, he didn't really practice kendo, but he worked with what he had. After all, even after his refusal to follow through with his style's succession technique, his master still would hate it if Corran's skills got rusty.

That was another thing. Most of the actual techniques in his style couldn't be used in a normal spar, since practically all of them were what Corran liked to call "one hit wonders," meaning each technique could kill an opponent if it connected. Corran didn't like the idea of killing, so he used a sakabatou instead of the normal katana, but even without the use of a katana, the kendo students here just plain weren't good enough to warrant the use of his style's special moves. He had mostly just stuck with traditional battojutsu, which still worked extremely well against the others, most of whom had never seen that style of swordsmanship in real life before. In fact, the kendo team's coaches, frequent spectators at his sparring matches, had taken to calling Corran 'Battousai,' meaning "master of sword drawing," in honor of his knowledge of battojutsu. Much to Corran's chagrin, the name had quickly spread. He was now somewhat famous throughout the school, even being only a freshman. He had a bad feeling that the coaches would be talking to others in their circle, and they would spread the name even farther.

Corran shook his head, which allowed a few strands of his shoulder length auburn hair to fall in front of his blue-gray eyes. He brushed them out of the way. If those guys want to see a real "Battousai", I should introduce them to master Hiko, he thought. Shishou can still kick my ass all over the place.

That was true enough. Corran knew he himself was competent. Actually, he knew he was better than a lot of the others out there; his style was one of the most powerful forms of swordsmanship in the world, and he had practically mastered it. But Seijuro Hiko, he was simply the best Corran had ever seen, and over the course of his years of training, he had seen quite a bit. If the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu used God-like speed, then Hiko must be a god himself. He was just that damn good. Oh, he well aware of it, too. In addition to being the best swordsman Corran knew, Hiko also had the biggest ego of anyone Corran had ever met.

A sigh escaped Corran as he thought about his master. Hiko had told him that he had nothing else to teach him since he refused to learn the succession technique. However, he said he did have a friend back in Japan who was good with a blade. Actually, his own words were, "No one is as good with a sword as I am, of course, but Katsuhito is decent in his own way." High praise, from Hiko. I'm glad he also told me about this school. Now I can go to college and find Shishou's old friend at the same time. Let's see, all he told me was his friend's name, Katsuhito Masaki, and that he lived in a shrine around the Okoyama area. Well, that's not too far away from here. I can look for it over the weekend, Corran thought to himself.

"Now what to do?" he wondered out loud. As if on cue, his stomach rumbled. Corran chuckled to himself. He got up, leaving his sakabatou resting on the couch. The sword was a nice piece of work. Hiko had it commissioned for him once he heard what Corran thought of killing. The blade, while in its sheath now, was made out of some metal called Trinium, which Corran had never heard of before. However, it was extremely durable, and the edge was so sharp it could cut through diamond (a long story). Like all sakabatou, the edge was on the reverse-side of the blade, so it would be impossible to kill without first flipping the blade over. The tsuka was a work of art as well. It was carved from ivory with black handle wrappings, an oriental dragon's head at the end. It actually vaguely resembled Connor Macleod's sword from "Highlander," which Corran and Hiko had watched together after one of their late night sessions.

After leaving his blade on the sofa, Corran made his way over to the refrigerator. Upon opening it, he noticed the lack of anything resembling food. Swearing to himself and making a mental note to go shopping this weekend, he headed to the phone and picked up the phonebook. He spent a few minutes flipping through the restaurant pages before deciding to order okonomiyaki. He picked up the phone and dialed the given number.

"Hello," he heard from the other end, "You've reached the Goddess Relief Office. A representative will be with you in a moment."

Corran heard the phone click at the other end. He stared at the phone with a confused expression, only one thought going through his mind. "Oro?"

He decided it was just his imagination, but he hung the phone back up anyway, thinking, I'll just give it a few more minutes before I try again.

Corran walked back over and sat down on the couch again. He was just about to turn on the TV when he heard a voice behind him.

"Hello! You're Corran Griffin, right?"

As soon as he heard the voice, he immediately snatched up his sword, spun around, and assumed a battojutsu stance. He relaxed slightly upon seeing who the voice belonged to.

The woman who stood there was maybe a year or two younger then him, and about his height. She had blue hair that hung down in two long pigtails, pink eyes, and two green marks on her forehead. She was wearing flowing robes complete with various accessories. All in all, Corran decided, she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

Corran got even more confused than he already was when the woman blushed slightly. He completely dropped out of his stance then, feeling no hostility around this woman. Quite the opposite, in fact. He suddenly recalled her asking a question, and responded, "Yes, that is my name. Do you mind telling me who you are, what you're doing here, and how you got in?"

The strange woman collected herself and said. "Oh yes, you must be wondering about that. My name is Tsunami, Goddess of Healing, first class second category unlimited. Here's my card. As for what I'm doing here, well, I'm here to grant you a wish."

Tsunami reached into her robes and pulled out a card, which she handed over to Corran. It said pretty much the same thing she told him, but it also had the words "Chousin" and "Goddess Relief Office" on it. Corran just stared at it with a dazed expression.

"A wish, you say?" he finally commented, coming out of his stupor. "That's a good one. I bet master Hiko put you up to this, didn't he? Another one of his crazy jokes. This one's pretty out there, though. How much did he give you to do this, anyway?" Corran questioned her, "And how did he set it up?"

Tsunami looked perplexed. "No, no, you've got it all wrong. I'm a real goddess, and I've been sent to give you a wish!"

Corran decided to play along for the moment. "All right, say I believe you. What kind of wishes can you grant?"

A smile grew on Tsunami's face. Once again, Corran thought about how pretty she was, and once again, she blushed. "Well," she stammered, still blushing a little, "You can wish for almost anything you want, including money, fame, and even the destruction of the world. Of course, people who want to wish for that last thing are screened out and never get a wish to begin with."

Wondering why her face kept getting red, Corran decided to ask her about it. "By the way, your face is all red. Are you sick or something?"

Flushing an even deeper red, Tsunami replied, "Er, no. I'm, uh, authorized to read your mind during the transaction so I can get a better idea of what you wish for." She had seemingly discovered a very interesting spot on the floor and was now looking at it.

Corran still didn't entirely believe her story so far, but he was slowly being won over. He mentally went over what he had been thinking and also blushed slightly when he remembered his thoughts about Tsunami.

"Alright," he eventually said. "So I have a wish, and I can wish for practically anything. I'm still not completely convinced this isn't some elaborate joke, but I'll go with it for now." Tsunami looked a little downcast as he said this. "Okay, let's say, for example, that I wished someone like you would stay with me forever. That sort of wish wouldn't be granted would… it…"

Corran trailed off. Not because he forgot what he was going to say, but because of the spectacle that was now going on in the dorm. Tsunami had started to glow, and was floating off the ground. Non-existent wind seemed to be fluttering her robes around her. She looked at him with blank eyes and in a monotone voice said, "Wish approved."

She floated back to the floor and collapsed slightly, winded. Corran, being the man he was, went over and helped her up. She looked up at him and smiled slightly.

"May I use your phone please?" she asked. Corran just nodded.

Tsunami regained her footing and hurried to the phone. Oh man, thought Corran as he watched her dial a rather long number. I hope I don't get hit with a huge phone bill for this. Corran's musings ended when he heard her begin talking.

"Hello, father? Yes, it's about the wish I was sent down to grant… Oh, I see. Alright. Goodbye, father." Tsunami hung up the phone and turned back to Corran with a small smile.

"Well, it seems your wish was approved," she told him.

"Oro?" he replied eloquently.

"Yes, you wished someone like me would stay with you forever. Since no two people are alike, the Ultimate Force took that to mean that I would be the one staying with you. So, I guess we're roommates from now on!" she explained, a cheery smile appearing on her face at the end.

Corran was in a daze. He couldn't believe what had just happened. "Wah… wish… you… me… stay…" He was feeling a little faint. It really wasn't one of Hiko's tricks!

"Yep, that's right!"

"Heh, heh…" Corran looked at Tsunami. She really does have a beautiful smile, was his last stray thought as he succumbed to the darkness.

Well, here it is. The first chapter of my new story. I've wanted to do an AMG-like fic for a while now, and this is what came to mind. I'm sure you can tell by now that the Tenchi part is going to be totally AU, like I stated above. As for making Corran Hiko's student, well, I was debating whether to use Hiko or Ken Masters from Street Fighter. It went back and forth a lot, actually, but I eventually chose Hiko because I've recently started watching my Kenshin DVDs again, and the Hiten Mitsurugi was freshest in my mind. And yes, if you didn't get it, Hiko trained Corran in America.