Disclaimer: I do not now, nor ever will, own Tenchi Muyo in any of its varied (and
indubitably profitable) incarnations. I am making no money off of this fic. Please
consider this as free advertising.
Let the story begin!
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Scene: A seedy motel room, about 2:00 A.M.
Ryouko woke, watching the john beside her. She longed for the day when she could
lay beside Tenchi like this, but in the meantime, these did well enough. And the money
didn't hurt. She got up, her motion waking the john beside her, and he stirred and called
feebly for her. Walking out of the motel room, she saw several other hookers moving back
to their street corners to fish for more johns, so their pimps wouldn't beat them. One of
those approached her, his gold chains glittering in the wan lamplight.
"Hey, girl. Whatcha doin' here? This be my turf. Lessin you want t' be one o'
my stable, maybe? It's dangerous out on these here streets. Lotsa...predators." As he drew
closer, his leer widened at the sight of Ryoko, a woman so far unbroken by the rigors of
her apparent profession, in the bloom of health and beauty. "Woman like you needs someone
to protect them, like."
"I can protect myself." Low voiced, almost a growl. "I don't need you scum to do
anything for me." Ryouko said.
"Well, in that case," *snikt* He pops a switchblade out, and his leer changes into
something far more vicious, "I think I'll have me a little fun with you..."
"Far be it from me to stop you from having fun." Ryouko grinned, showing her fangs,
but in the dim light they were not visible. "But I don't think you'll be having any fun
when you've been castrated." *snikt* She pulls her own switchblade, one taken off of the
smoldering body of another pimp that'd approached her and refused to take no for an answer.
The pimp frowns, unprepared for resistance, but his hormones urge him forward. He
whistles, and a samll group of men approach out of the shadows. Without taking his eyes
off Ryoko, he calls to them. "Hey, I got me a feisty one here. Wants to...resist." The
approaching men laugh, and catcalls hang in the air briely. Ryouko drops the switchblade.
"Ah, poor baby scared now?"
"No." She smiles hungrily. "Just evening the odds a little." *fzzt* Her energy
sword flares to life in her hand. A small ball of energy begins to develop in the other.
"I would have been perfectly happy to fight you one-on-one with knives," her eyes glow gold,
"but against so many big strong men...it would have taken too long." In the light from her
energy sword, her fangs gleam. She charges. Screams, cries for help and mercy, and the
smell of burned flesh soon hang in the air.
Distant sirens begin to sound, approaching the scene of carnage. The pimp cowers
back in fear of Ryoko. "Please...don't hurt me...I..I'll give you anything you want!
Anything!" He wails in fear.
"I want your jewels..." Ryouko said, with a vicious grin.
"Sure! Sure! Anything!" The pimp begins to take off his gold chains.
"Not those jewels..." Ryouko stooped down, and picked up the switchblade she had
dropped. "Those jewels..." She said, pointing at the mans crotch. He scrambles away in
fear, only to be brought up short by the sudden presence of an energy sword at his neck.
"Don't worry...you won't need them anymore. She grabs the man by the neck, lifting him up
effortlessly, and drops his pants. Slowly, she cuts his testicles off, reveling in the
warm blood flowing over her hand. She holds them up as his eyes begin to dim, slowly
sucking the blood of off them, and begins to eat.
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Scene: The Masaki household, about 10:00 A.M.
Ayeka walks beneath the wooden beam where Ryouko lies, still sleeping. "Lazy bum.
Why can't you get up and help around here!?"
"'cuz I'm tired...lemme alone."
"That woman...ugh, I swear, I don't see how Tenchi can stand her." Ayeka mutters
under her breath. She walks past the living room, where Tenchi is watching the news.
"...repair to the school is expected to take another 6 months to a year, after a
gas explosion 4 months ago. In other news, police in Tokyo are baffled by the brutal
slaughter of 7 men near Broken Arrow Motel. The men were found early this morning, after
an anonymous caller reported screams for help, and the smell of burned flesh. There was one
survivor, who had suffered an unknown wound and lost a lot of blood. He is in critical
condition, but is expected to survive. The 7 dead men were slain by an unkno...Oh, Tai..
How could you, after all these months? How could you cheat on me like that?"
Ayeka turns to look at Ryouko, who is now lounging on the couch, the picture of
relaxed, contented pirateness, as she watched the soap that they had been trying to watch
but always got interrupted. "I thought you were asleep."
"I remembered my show was on." Ryouko replied.
For the next few days, whenever anything came on the news about the slaughter of the
pimps, Ryouko would contrive to change the channel or turn the TV off entirely. Seeing
this, Ayeka became slightly suspicious of what she was doing. Even Tenchi had nticed, even
if he hadn't said anything. Wasyuu stayed closed up in her lab, only rarely coming out, and
even then only for Sasami's meals. Eventually, Ayeka heard a news clip saying that the man
injured during the slaughter had been killed in his hospital bed before he had a chance to
make a statement. The staff member that found him dead was quated as saying 'The expression
on his face...one of fear..complete and absolute fear...' The man's heart had been burned
out of his chest, as if it was done by a very hot metal rod, but no screams were heard.
*brrng**brnng*..."Ryoko, it's for you!"
"Alright! I've got it." Ryouko said. "Hello?...No, I don't think so, at least not
right now..." Ayeka picks up the other line, and listens in to the conversation... "I've got
other problems to deal with."
"Look, my wife found out that I'm cheating on her," The man on the other side said,
"And she's hired a private detective to look into the matter. It's only a matter of time
until he finds you, and I don't want that to happen. You've been good to me, and I thought
we might have something together."
"Look, baka, I don't care. The only reason I fucked you was because I was bored,
and the money was good. I don't love you, never have never will."
"I've got more money, we can go away somewhere, maybe America, and you could be my
geisha."
"Not interested."
Heavy sigh. "Alright. By the way, have the police talked to you about the slayings
that last night? You were seen in the area, but my police contacts say they haven't been
able to find you." His voice changes, suddenly curious. "For that matter, I ran this number
through the Okayama phone database and was unable to find it. It's not unlisted, it's
actually not there."
"Well, that's because my mother, being a twenty-thousand plus year old alien super
genius in the body of a twelve year old child, decided that we seriously needed privacy, so
all the phone numbers we now give out are non-extant in any database."
"Well, if you don't want to tell me, there's no need to be sarcastic about it."
"I'm no-...He hung up!"
"Ryouko." Whispered. "We have to talk."
"Ayeka? What are you doing on the phone? Did you hear...."
"Yes."
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Find out what happens, next time I write a chapter.
indubitably profitable) incarnations. I am making no money off of this fic. Please
consider this as free advertising.
Let the story begin!
* * * * * * * * * * *
Scene: A seedy motel room, about 2:00 A.M.
Ryouko woke, watching the john beside her. She longed for the day when she could
lay beside Tenchi like this, but in the meantime, these did well enough. And the money
didn't hurt. She got up, her motion waking the john beside her, and he stirred and called
feebly for her. Walking out of the motel room, she saw several other hookers moving back
to their street corners to fish for more johns, so their pimps wouldn't beat them. One of
those approached her, his gold chains glittering in the wan lamplight.
"Hey, girl. Whatcha doin' here? This be my turf. Lessin you want t' be one o'
my stable, maybe? It's dangerous out on these here streets. Lotsa...predators." As he drew
closer, his leer widened at the sight of Ryoko, a woman so far unbroken by the rigors of
her apparent profession, in the bloom of health and beauty. "Woman like you needs someone
to protect them, like."
"I can protect myself." Low voiced, almost a growl. "I don't need you scum to do
anything for me." Ryouko said.
"Well, in that case," *snikt* He pops a switchblade out, and his leer changes into
something far more vicious, "I think I'll have me a little fun with you..."
"Far be it from me to stop you from having fun." Ryouko grinned, showing her fangs,
but in the dim light they were not visible. "But I don't think you'll be having any fun
when you've been castrated." *snikt* She pulls her own switchblade, one taken off of the
smoldering body of another pimp that'd approached her and refused to take no for an answer.
The pimp frowns, unprepared for resistance, but his hormones urge him forward. He
whistles, and a samll group of men approach out of the shadows. Without taking his eyes
off Ryoko, he calls to them. "Hey, I got me a feisty one here. Wants to...resist." The
approaching men laugh, and catcalls hang in the air briely. Ryouko drops the switchblade.
"Ah, poor baby scared now?"
"No." She smiles hungrily. "Just evening the odds a little." *fzzt* Her energy
sword flares to life in her hand. A small ball of energy begins to develop in the other.
"I would have been perfectly happy to fight you one-on-one with knives," her eyes glow gold,
"but against so many big strong men...it would have taken too long." In the light from her
energy sword, her fangs gleam. She charges. Screams, cries for help and mercy, and the
smell of burned flesh soon hang in the air.
Distant sirens begin to sound, approaching the scene of carnage. The pimp cowers
back in fear of Ryoko. "Please...don't hurt me...I..I'll give you anything you want!
Anything!" He wails in fear.
"I want your jewels..." Ryouko said, with a vicious grin.
"Sure! Sure! Anything!" The pimp begins to take off his gold chains.
"Not those jewels..." Ryouko stooped down, and picked up the switchblade she had
dropped. "Those jewels..." She said, pointing at the mans crotch. He scrambles away in
fear, only to be brought up short by the sudden presence of an energy sword at his neck.
"Don't worry...you won't need them anymore. She grabs the man by the neck, lifting him up
effortlessly, and drops his pants. Slowly, she cuts his testicles off, reveling in the
warm blood flowing over her hand. She holds them up as his eyes begin to dim, slowly
sucking the blood of off them, and begins to eat.
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Scene: The Masaki household, about 10:00 A.M.
Ayeka walks beneath the wooden beam where Ryouko lies, still sleeping. "Lazy bum.
Why can't you get up and help around here!?"
"'cuz I'm tired...lemme alone."
"That woman...ugh, I swear, I don't see how Tenchi can stand her." Ayeka mutters
under her breath. She walks past the living room, where Tenchi is watching the news.
"...repair to the school is expected to take another 6 months to a year, after a
gas explosion 4 months ago. In other news, police in Tokyo are baffled by the brutal
slaughter of 7 men near Broken Arrow Motel. The men were found early this morning, after
an anonymous caller reported screams for help, and the smell of burned flesh. There was one
survivor, who had suffered an unknown wound and lost a lot of blood. He is in critical
condition, but is expected to survive. The 7 dead men were slain by an unkno...Oh, Tai..
How could you, after all these months? How could you cheat on me like that?"
Ayeka turns to look at Ryouko, who is now lounging on the couch, the picture of
relaxed, contented pirateness, as she watched the soap that they had been trying to watch
but always got interrupted. "I thought you were asleep."
"I remembered my show was on." Ryouko replied.
For the next few days, whenever anything came on the news about the slaughter of the
pimps, Ryouko would contrive to change the channel or turn the TV off entirely. Seeing
this, Ayeka became slightly suspicious of what she was doing. Even Tenchi had nticed, even
if he hadn't said anything. Wasyuu stayed closed up in her lab, only rarely coming out, and
even then only for Sasami's meals. Eventually, Ayeka heard a news clip saying that the man
injured during the slaughter had been killed in his hospital bed before he had a chance to
make a statement. The staff member that found him dead was quated as saying 'The expression
on his face...one of fear..complete and absolute fear...' The man's heart had been burned
out of his chest, as if it was done by a very hot metal rod, but no screams were heard.
*brrng**brnng*..."Ryoko, it's for you!"
"Alright! I've got it." Ryouko said. "Hello?...No, I don't think so, at least not
right now..." Ayeka picks up the other line, and listens in to the conversation... "I've got
other problems to deal with."
"Look, my wife found out that I'm cheating on her," The man on the other side said,
"And she's hired a private detective to look into the matter. It's only a matter of time
until he finds you, and I don't want that to happen. You've been good to me, and I thought
we might have something together."
"Look, baka, I don't care. The only reason I fucked you was because I was bored,
and the money was good. I don't love you, never have never will."
"I've got more money, we can go away somewhere, maybe America, and you could be my
geisha."
"Not interested."
Heavy sigh. "Alright. By the way, have the police talked to you about the slayings
that last night? You were seen in the area, but my police contacts say they haven't been
able to find you." His voice changes, suddenly curious. "For that matter, I ran this number
through the Okayama phone database and was unable to find it. It's not unlisted, it's
actually not there."
"Well, that's because my mother, being a twenty-thousand plus year old alien super
genius in the body of a twelve year old child, decided that we seriously needed privacy, so
all the phone numbers we now give out are non-extant in any database."
"Well, if you don't want to tell me, there's no need to be sarcastic about it."
"I'm no-...He hung up!"
"Ryouko." Whispered. "We have to talk."
"Ayeka? What are you doing on the phone? Did you hear...."
"Yes."
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Find out what happens, next time I write a chapter.