Through the eyes of most, Ayeka Jurai would be considered a woman of high
beauty. Long deep violet hair that gleemed when she took her mid-day
strolls through the feilds, deep pink eyes that were bright with curiousity
and warmth, skin so smooth and pure not even tears could stain it.
But did this by any means stop her from spending hours staring into her mirror at night, traces over each scar and beauty mark? From picking through each robe or dress until she found just the right one, or from only picking at her food in hopes that she would lose that little pudge there or that she would keep that curve and not the other? Of course not.
On one particular night, when Ayeka was lying quietly in the bath, a spiral of soft bubbles surronding her bare body she rose her legs up above the luke warm bath water and sighed, tracing over her knees and calves with her slender finger tips.
If only my legs were the tinniest bit longer, she thought inwardly sighing quietly so that her chest rose a bit and then fell again.
Letting her legs slip back into the water, she then turned her attention to her hands, small and slender scarless and elegant. She turned them so her palms were a few inches from her tiny button nose and stared at her skin, barely beginning to prune from the moist water they had been placed into it. Frowning, Ayeka lightly ran her finger tips up and down her forehead, and then let them trace down her nose, her chin, her neck and then swooped down to her shoulders and then rested at her breasts.
Sliding her fingers down the soft flesh of her pleasantly rounded breasts, she sighed and shut her eyes. Maybe if they were bigger I wouldn't have to wear such high necked clothing, maybe then I could wear, oh what's the word Ryoko always uses, sexier, yes that's is, clothes. Maybe then Tenchi would like to look at me more, I wonder if he likes to look at me..
Opening her eyes again, Ayeka patted her hands down at her stomach and she again sighed. Her stomach was slender and smooth, the skin so soft that it felt as if it were on a new born babe, but she didn't care, she could only see one spot of pudge there, one wrinkle of fat over there.
Looking up at the cream colored tiles that crossed the ceiling above her, Ayeka ran her fingers slowly through her hair, feeling the wet strands enclose around her hands. Slowly, she rose from the tub, shivering a bit at the sharp jolt of the cool air nipping at her body.
Carefully stepping out of the tub onto the light purple colored bath matt, she reached for her towels and gently patted her body dry, tiny water droplets still dripping from her hair and hitting the tiled floor beneath her with a tink. Glancing into the slightly fogged mirror, Ayeka took the large wooden comb from the side of the sink and began to sweep through her hair, wincing slightly as the sharp bristles tore into the small knots that had formed through her locks.
Maybe if my hair was softer, it would make me seem more beautiful. She thought silently as she placed the brush back onto the side of the sink, not noticing the few strands of deep violent hair that was still in the bristles.
Walking out of the bathroom, Ayeka shut off the light and silently padded her way down the hall into her bedroom, then shutting the door quietly behind her and dropping her damp body towel to the ground. Shuffling over to her closet, she picked through her nightgowns and finally pulled out a white one, with short sleeves a light scoop neck and that reached down to her ankles.
Slipping it over her still slightly damp body, Ayeka shivered a bit and and then crawled into bed, pulling her blankets up high around her.
I wonder what it would be like if Tenchi could be here with me, she thought inwardly, tracing her finger tips along the edges of her pillow case. I wonder if he ever thinks about the things I think about, before he drifts off into his world of what I hope are dreams of me.
As she slipped off into a longed for blissful state of sleep, she failed to hear Tenchi scoot his way nearly silently into the bathroom. He dropped his bathrobe onto the shut toilet lid, and turned to stare into the still lightly fogged mirror.
Whiping away the moist areas from the mirror, he glanced down to the edge of the sink, and spotted a brush balanced on it. Picking up the smooth wooden handled brush, he frowned knowing it wasn't his. Just before he was about to toss the brush onto the towel rack, he noticed the long beautiful strands of violet hair that were lined in the bristles.
"Ayeka." He spoke her name with nothing more than a whisper, and gently ran his fingers up and down the brush, knowing her delicate hands had held this, not too long ago.
After a few moments of hesitation, he sighed and then shuffled out of the bathroom and to her bedroom. He saw the door shut, and peeked in through a small crack, seeing the lights off. He wondered if it was wise to step inside, and after a few moments decided the hell with it, and slinked in silently.
Seeing her sleeping form, he moved over to her bed and looked down at her for a few moments, smiling a little. He placed her brush on her bedside table, and lightly kissed her forehead, his lips brushing against her baby soft bangs.
"I love you Ayeka." He whispered, before shuffling silently out of the room again, shutting the door lightly behind him.
After he was safely away, Ayeka rolled over onto her side, and whispered into the night, "I love you too Tenchi."
*~I realize that this is an odd story. This can be left to stand alone, or it can be added to. If I get eight or more reviews, I will add to this. If not, I'll probably leave it to stand alone. Obviously, this is a Tenchi and Ayeka story, if you're a Ryoko and Tenchi fan, please don't flame me just for that reason. If I add to this, this part will probably be called the Prolouge, and yes the part of Ayeka's thoughts of beauty and self worry will continue to be wrapped into the plot, and there will be a lot of mention of the other women in the story also, of course. Please review, I appreciate it a lot. Thanks a ton.*~
But did this by any means stop her from spending hours staring into her mirror at night, traces over each scar and beauty mark? From picking through each robe or dress until she found just the right one, or from only picking at her food in hopes that she would lose that little pudge there or that she would keep that curve and not the other? Of course not.
On one particular night, when Ayeka was lying quietly in the bath, a spiral of soft bubbles surronding her bare body she rose her legs up above the luke warm bath water and sighed, tracing over her knees and calves with her slender finger tips.
If only my legs were the tinniest bit longer, she thought inwardly sighing quietly so that her chest rose a bit and then fell again.
Letting her legs slip back into the water, she then turned her attention to her hands, small and slender scarless and elegant. She turned them so her palms were a few inches from her tiny button nose and stared at her skin, barely beginning to prune from the moist water they had been placed into it. Frowning, Ayeka lightly ran her finger tips up and down her forehead, and then let them trace down her nose, her chin, her neck and then swooped down to her shoulders and then rested at her breasts.
Sliding her fingers down the soft flesh of her pleasantly rounded breasts, she sighed and shut her eyes. Maybe if they were bigger I wouldn't have to wear such high necked clothing, maybe then I could wear, oh what's the word Ryoko always uses, sexier, yes that's is, clothes. Maybe then Tenchi would like to look at me more, I wonder if he likes to look at me..
Opening her eyes again, Ayeka patted her hands down at her stomach and she again sighed. Her stomach was slender and smooth, the skin so soft that it felt as if it were on a new born babe, but she didn't care, she could only see one spot of pudge there, one wrinkle of fat over there.
Looking up at the cream colored tiles that crossed the ceiling above her, Ayeka ran her fingers slowly through her hair, feeling the wet strands enclose around her hands. Slowly, she rose from the tub, shivering a bit at the sharp jolt of the cool air nipping at her body.
Carefully stepping out of the tub onto the light purple colored bath matt, she reached for her towels and gently patted her body dry, tiny water droplets still dripping from her hair and hitting the tiled floor beneath her with a tink. Glancing into the slightly fogged mirror, Ayeka took the large wooden comb from the side of the sink and began to sweep through her hair, wincing slightly as the sharp bristles tore into the small knots that had formed through her locks.
Maybe if my hair was softer, it would make me seem more beautiful. She thought silently as she placed the brush back onto the side of the sink, not noticing the few strands of deep violent hair that was still in the bristles.
Walking out of the bathroom, Ayeka shut off the light and silently padded her way down the hall into her bedroom, then shutting the door quietly behind her and dropping her damp body towel to the ground. Shuffling over to her closet, she picked through her nightgowns and finally pulled out a white one, with short sleeves a light scoop neck and that reached down to her ankles.
Slipping it over her still slightly damp body, Ayeka shivered a bit and and then crawled into bed, pulling her blankets up high around her.
I wonder what it would be like if Tenchi could be here with me, she thought inwardly, tracing her finger tips along the edges of her pillow case. I wonder if he ever thinks about the things I think about, before he drifts off into his world of what I hope are dreams of me.
As she slipped off into a longed for blissful state of sleep, she failed to hear Tenchi scoot his way nearly silently into the bathroom. He dropped his bathrobe onto the shut toilet lid, and turned to stare into the still lightly fogged mirror.
Whiping away the moist areas from the mirror, he glanced down to the edge of the sink, and spotted a brush balanced on it. Picking up the smooth wooden handled brush, he frowned knowing it wasn't his. Just before he was about to toss the brush onto the towel rack, he noticed the long beautiful strands of violet hair that were lined in the bristles.
"Ayeka." He spoke her name with nothing more than a whisper, and gently ran his fingers up and down the brush, knowing her delicate hands had held this, not too long ago.
After a few moments of hesitation, he sighed and then shuffled out of the bathroom and to her bedroom. He saw the door shut, and peeked in through a small crack, seeing the lights off. He wondered if it was wise to step inside, and after a few moments decided the hell with it, and slinked in silently.
Seeing her sleeping form, he moved over to her bed and looked down at her for a few moments, smiling a little. He placed her brush on her bedside table, and lightly kissed her forehead, his lips brushing against her baby soft bangs.
"I love you Ayeka." He whispered, before shuffling silently out of the room again, shutting the door lightly behind him.
After he was safely away, Ayeka rolled over onto her side, and whispered into the night, "I love you too Tenchi."
*~I realize that this is an odd story. This can be left to stand alone, or it can be added to. If I get eight or more reviews, I will add to this. If not, I'll probably leave it to stand alone. Obviously, this is a Tenchi and Ayeka story, if you're a Ryoko and Tenchi fan, please don't flame me just for that reason. If I add to this, this part will probably be called the Prolouge, and yes the part of Ayeka's thoughts of beauty and self worry will continue to be wrapped into the plot, and there will be a lot of mention of the other women in the story also, of course. Please review, I appreciate it a lot. Thanks a ton.*~