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"Ladies and Gentlemen," said Washu as she stepped out onto the stage, "thank you all for coming to Washu Mystery Theater. Tonight I present to you a tale of the greatest detective of all time, Miss Washu Holmes-,"

"Figures," said a cyan-haired woman in the audience-Washu's own daughter, Ryoko Habuki. "She's casting herself in the lead role."

"-and her assistant," the diminuative redhead continued, ignoring the remark, "the cigar-chomping, booze-swilling, man-eating Doctor Ryoko Watson!"

"Ryoko, a doctor?" giggled Ayeka. "That I find hard to believe-although the other stuff fits her perfectly."

"Hey, I don't smoke cigars!" Ryoko shouted.

"Yeah, but it's not hard you doing so, and it fits in the time of this story," Washu continued. "Now, on with the story!"

Tenchi-Muyo! Hound of the Baskervilles

Starring:

Tenchi Masaki as Sir Tenchi Baskeville

Washu Hakubi as Washu Holmes

Ryoko Hakubi as Dr. Ryoko Watson

Ayeka Jurai as Dr. Ayeka Mortimor

Sasami Jurai as Sasami Mortimer

Kagato as Kagato Stapleton

Misao Amono as Misao Stapleton

Noboyuki Masaki as Noboyuki Barrymore

Rea Masaki as Rea Barrymore

Mihoshi Kiramitsu as Inspector Mihoshi Lestrade

Kiyone Makabi as Inspector Kiyone Gregson

Tennyo Masaki as Tennyo Lyons

Lady Seto Kamiki as Lady Seto Hudson

Z as Z Seldon

Chapter One: From the Journal of Dr. Ryoko Watson

Washu Holmes, as was her want, was a late sleeper, unless she had been spending her time involved in a case that kept her up well past the dawn. I would have slept late in the morning too, except that I had just received an advance for my latest submission to The Strand-the full account of how, with the help of Scotland Yard's only two female detectives Mihoshi Lestrade and Kiyone Gregson we had busted up the Pink-Headed-League-and managed to triple it betting on the horse races that morning. I had just returned to our apartment at 221b Hakubi Street, when I saw her, in her Persian robe, sitting on the couch and studying a walking stick.

"Oh, Ryoko!" Washu looked up and saw me come in. "Off gambling away what those trashy magazines pay you for accounts of me, hmm?"

"As a matter of fact," I retorted, "I tripled what The Strand paid me for the Pink Headed League."

"Oh yes-that trivial matter, involving the pawn broker and his assistant who worked for half pay, hmm?"

"Yes," I sighed. Chronicling Washu's cases has been both a blessing and a curse for me. True, it allowed me to give up the practice of medicine-which my mother and aunts pushed me into, being so big for women's suffrage they wanted a female doctor in the family-and devote myself to my real passions-gambling and drinking('Boy, do you fit that description, Ryoko!' giggled Ayeka) ('Quiet, princess, and let Washu continue!') Yet, she had a tendency to act as if what I did was beneath her notice, and make me feel small in lots of other ways. And use me every now and then for one of her insane experiments. I then looked at the stick she had with her. "What's that you've got with you?"

"Oh this?" said Washu. "It was left with the landlady this morning. She said a client had come to see me, and knowing I was asleep, she requested that person to return later in the day. This stick was left behind." She then smiled as she handed the stick to me. "You know my methods. Apply them. What can you tell about the person who owns it?"

I took the stick in hand, and examined it closely. It was a rather plain walking stick, save for a polished brass headknob, and a silver plaque with the inscription, To Dr. A Mortimer, from the staff of C.C.H., for distinguished service and assistance. There was little wear, other than what looked like bite and claw marks from a small animal.

"I can guess," I said, "that C.C.H., stands for something Hunt, and it must be a gift to the Dr. Mortimer for some service he had done for one of it's members."

Even as I spoke, I could tell I was wrong, from the glint in Washu's eyes. "Not even close, my dear Ryoko!" she cried. "The doctor who owns this stick is female like you, young, and has purple hair. She keeps a cat and is either unambitious or felt obligations that overrode any personal ambition."

"How did you tell all that, just from this stick!" I asked.

"Simple. For one, The most obvious meaning of C.C.H. is Charing Cross Hospital of London. Sticks like these are mainly given as parting gifts, either to a doctor who has retired, or has left for another position. The claw and toothmarks here are clearly those of a cat, or catlike animal. Since the stick shows very little sign of wear, that would mean the owner is young and has little need for one. Only a doctor with little ambition, or felt obligation bigger than personal ambition, would leave as prestigious a hospital as Charing Cross-and since no female doctor yet has reached retirement age here in England, it can only mean that she is young, like you."

"Oh." It all seemed rather simple, once Washu pointed it out. Then something occurred to me. "How do you know the doctor's female? And the purple hair?"

An evil grin came over Washu's face. "Elementary, my dear Ryoko! I'm a genius!"

Suddenly a tiny doll-puppet of Washu appeared on her right shoulder. "YES WASHU! YOU ARE A GENIUS!"

Another doll appeared on Washu's left. "THE GREATEST DETECTIVE IN ALL THE BRITISH EMPIRE!"

I groaned. Why couldn't Washu have taken up violin playing, or fencing, boxing, or snorting cocaine? Why did her hobby have to be ventriloquism?

Finally she stopped cackling. "If you want an explanation, Lady Seto told me the client was a female doctor. And while you were examining the stick, I looked out the window and saw a purple-haired woman carrying a black doctor's bag step up to the door of this building. And since female doctors are not so common in this modern year of 1889, it could only mean that woman was the client Lady Seto told me about."

There was a knock on the door. "Miss Holmes?" Lady Seto Hudson's voice spoke. "Miss Holmes, the lady I told you about has returned."

"Come in," said Washu.

In walked our Landlady, Lady Seto Hudson. With her, holding the black bag of the medical profession, was a slim, purple haired woman in her late twenties. She turned in my direction. "YOU!"

Suddenly I recognized her. My old classmate from medical school, Ayeka Mortimer.

Okay what do you readers think of the casting here. Please read and review, because otherwise, I won't update.

And in case you are wondering, yes, I did steal the idea for this story from Galxy1001D's rewritings of Dracula and Frankenstein with the Tenchi cast. If you are reading this, Galaxy1001ID, and you are offended, say so and I will drop the story.