"Of the elites, sir, Tenchi is the best!" A frail, panicky man whimpered as he jogged behind a fuller, larger man with a commanding voice.
"Of the elites, Pawel, Tenchi is my grandson!" The man stopped in his tracks, causing Pawel to bump into him.
The smaller man fell over, dropping all his papers and his glasses. As he shuffled around frantically, the Bounty Air Elite office administrator searched for his fallen glasses. When he finally pressed his fingers against the smooth glass, he placed them back on and gathered up his paper. "Commander Wantanabe, Sir, no one can take her down but him."
The commander turned around, a bit more annoyed than he was before. "And what about his good-for-nothing father, Noboyuki? Isn't he a top elite as well?"
Pawel sweatdropped "Noboyuki was injured when he tried to stick his hand in a soda machine. He took sick leave three weeks ago and hasn't been back yet. Marriel claims she saw him at Costa Florista, chasing after girls."
Commander Wantanabe sighed "Most fathers boast about their sons, and I deny mine. I don't want to send Tenchi out after this bounty... but it seems like I have no choice, ne Pawel?"
Pawel's shoulders relaxed as he sympathized with the chief. No one ever came up against this bounty and lived. "We'll have special back up units ready for action if he needs them. They'll follow at a safe range and break off before anyone becomes suspicious. We'll do our best to protect your grandson, sir."
The Commander smiled softly. He was a very kind-hearted man with soft, gray eyes and a clean-cut beard. His graying hair always stay slicked back and off his tanned face. He nodded and waved his hand to approve Pawel's requests. "Bring my grandson home safe, Pawel. Have him come to my office in an hour."
Pawel was so happy that he saluted, forgetting the bundles of papers in his hands. As papers flew everywhere, a particular target was having some fun...
~.~.~.~.~.~.
A victim of hers never found themselves cursing their misfortune, but in awe of her maneuverability. She was graceful, though she was malicious sometimes. Her feline eyes would glisten with a sort of happy vibrancy as she'd captivate your vessel and strip you clean of everything valuable. It was only after she left you stranded that you became aware that you weren't graced by an angel, but by a deamoness.
Ryoko, as they called her, was an impossible catch. She never meant to kill anyone that came after her. She'd claim they stepped in the way of an energy blast. She had the sort of charisma that could con you straight out of your life earnings. She could sell an inverted cross to the pope if she wanted.
Despite all that she had (which was all that she stole), Ryoko started to consider the loneliness of her ship painful. There would never be anyone to come home and celebrate her victories. No one she could share a glass of sake with and divulge her next plan to while they lounged in a bathhouse she'd taken over for the night. She shrugged off the feeling and placed a gem she'd snatched from an emperor on a pillow made for a crown.
She threw herself onto her bed. As she sank into the fluffy blankets that covered the bed, she sighed and stared up at the ceiling. On board the Ryo-ohki, she never had to be on the defensive. Curling up into a ball, she closed her eyes and sank into her thoughts.
~.~.~.~.~.~.
Tenchi sat across the table gazing into the eyes of another. His mind, full of concentration, focused on one thing and one thing alone - those eyes across from his. He tried to form words from his mouth, but none of the right words ever came. It was time to try this once more. He'd get it right if it killed him. "I think I love you."
"No."
Tenchi dropped head so that it banged on the table. The man across from him laughed heartily as all of Tenchi's friends clinked their bottles together and joked about Tenchi's error.
Elite Officer Tenchi sighed in defeat as he left his head on the table. His best friend, Hein, reached over and pulled him up by his hair. "I'm touched, Tenchi, really I am, but if you're going to tell me like that, I don't love you." Hein let go of Tenchi's head as it hit the table once more.
"Come on! You gotta help me with this! I'm supposed to propose to Kozue tomorrow and I don't know how to do it! You said you'd help!" Tenchi almost whined.
"And I will, once you realize that being totally serious when you propose is only going to make her feel uneasy!" Hein smiled. "Look! Just look her in the eyes and say what you feel!"
Tenchi sat back and took a bottle of beer from his friend. While they all whooped and hollered over him, Tenchi wondered if he said what he felt about Kozue, would really be for the better. In terrible actuality, Tenchi didn't want to marry Kozue. His grandfather had taken a liking to her and hoped, so badly, that they would be married. Tenchi adored his grandfather and wanted to make him happy. He thought that if he married that girl, he'd make his grandfather happy. He never thought to make himself happy, though.
"Ok ok I'll be Kozue again." Hein laughed. In a girlish voice he began "Tenchiiiiiii you don't love me! You never buy me flowers! How come you never cook me dinner! Tenchiiii all you do is hang out with your stupid friends! You never have time for me! Your grandfather makes you work work work! Tenchiiiiiii!"
All of Tenchi's friends doubled over laughing.
"Let's get married, Kozue!" Tenchi blurted out.
"No..."
Tenchi's head hit the table again and Hein and everyone else laughed out loud heartily.
~.~.~.~.~.~.
750 years later...
~.~.~.~.~.~.
Ryoko lay on one of Washu's hospital tables. Usually she wouldn't agree to being there, but she lay unconscious on the bed. Her side was bandaged, but blood managed to navigate it's way through all the rags and drip constantly, drawing life from her with every drop.
Beside her lay a young Jurian prince. His head, bandaged the same way, wasn't bleeding as badly, but he did sustain major brain damage. Both Tenchi and Ryoko were wounded badly and were in comas. Washu worried that they wouldn't make it. When she worried, Aeka, Sasami, Yosho and Katsuhito also felt they should worry.
Washu took Ryoko's hand and pressed it to her own beating heart. It was painful for any mother to watch her daughter's body fade from life to death. She gripped her hand tighter and wept softly.
~.~.~.~.~.~.
750 years earlier...
~.~.~.~.~.~.
Tenchi lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling. Beside him, Kozue slept soundly - almost purring like a kitten. She curled up under his arm and wrapped her own arms around his waist. Tenchi rested his arm around her shoulders and sighed.
Ryoko pulled away from the man she had laid beside for a while. He reached out to pull her back but she slapped his hand away and walked to the shower. It was another love affair in vain. She hadn't found what she was searching for. There was no companionship in that man. Only the will to boast his manliness by flaunting his "power". It made Ryoko sick to search for fulfillment this way. She never wanted to drop her standards just to find what she thought to be missing. Sometimes, just sometimes, the men she went back to their rooms with, she thought she loved and loved her too. It wasn't until the night was over that she realized that people could say anything they pleased just to get what they want.
"This is the last one..." Ryoko tilted her head back as the warm shower washed over her face and through her hair. She wouldn't be just another object to every man in the galaxy. She clenched her fingers together to ball the tightest fist and then slowly released. She would've cried if she felt it would resolve something. Instead, she just let the water wash away another night wasted...
End of Ch. 1
~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Dunno what possessed me to start this one. But I double guarantee this is only the surface. Yes Yes! Dynna has gotten herself into yet ANOTHER chaptered story, as much as she hates writing them - as much as she hates reading them. But maybe it won't be so bad. I might bounce back and forth through time until I can focus on one time (750 yrs earlier or 750 yrs later). Enjoy!
Oh yea! I do NOT! Own Tenchi Muyo! or any of it's characters. They are all products of AIC and Pioneer.
"Of the elites, Pawel, Tenchi is my grandson!" The man stopped in his tracks, causing Pawel to bump into him.
The smaller man fell over, dropping all his papers and his glasses. As he shuffled around frantically, the Bounty Air Elite office administrator searched for his fallen glasses. When he finally pressed his fingers against the smooth glass, he placed them back on and gathered up his paper. "Commander Wantanabe, Sir, no one can take her down but him."
The commander turned around, a bit more annoyed than he was before. "And what about his good-for-nothing father, Noboyuki? Isn't he a top elite as well?"
Pawel sweatdropped "Noboyuki was injured when he tried to stick his hand in a soda machine. He took sick leave three weeks ago and hasn't been back yet. Marriel claims she saw him at Costa Florista, chasing after girls."
Commander Wantanabe sighed "Most fathers boast about their sons, and I deny mine. I don't want to send Tenchi out after this bounty... but it seems like I have no choice, ne Pawel?"
Pawel's shoulders relaxed as he sympathized with the chief. No one ever came up against this bounty and lived. "We'll have special back up units ready for action if he needs them. They'll follow at a safe range and break off before anyone becomes suspicious. We'll do our best to protect your grandson, sir."
The Commander smiled softly. He was a very kind-hearted man with soft, gray eyes and a clean-cut beard. His graying hair always stay slicked back and off his tanned face. He nodded and waved his hand to approve Pawel's requests. "Bring my grandson home safe, Pawel. Have him come to my office in an hour."
Pawel was so happy that he saluted, forgetting the bundles of papers in his hands. As papers flew everywhere, a particular target was having some fun...
~.~.~.~.~.~.
A victim of hers never found themselves cursing their misfortune, but in awe of her maneuverability. She was graceful, though she was malicious sometimes. Her feline eyes would glisten with a sort of happy vibrancy as she'd captivate your vessel and strip you clean of everything valuable. It was only after she left you stranded that you became aware that you weren't graced by an angel, but by a deamoness.
Ryoko, as they called her, was an impossible catch. She never meant to kill anyone that came after her. She'd claim they stepped in the way of an energy blast. She had the sort of charisma that could con you straight out of your life earnings. She could sell an inverted cross to the pope if she wanted.
Despite all that she had (which was all that she stole), Ryoko started to consider the loneliness of her ship painful. There would never be anyone to come home and celebrate her victories. No one she could share a glass of sake with and divulge her next plan to while they lounged in a bathhouse she'd taken over for the night. She shrugged off the feeling and placed a gem she'd snatched from an emperor on a pillow made for a crown.
She threw herself onto her bed. As she sank into the fluffy blankets that covered the bed, she sighed and stared up at the ceiling. On board the Ryo-ohki, she never had to be on the defensive. Curling up into a ball, she closed her eyes and sank into her thoughts.
~.~.~.~.~.~.
Tenchi sat across the table gazing into the eyes of another. His mind, full of concentration, focused on one thing and one thing alone - those eyes across from his. He tried to form words from his mouth, but none of the right words ever came. It was time to try this once more. He'd get it right if it killed him. "I think I love you."
"No."
Tenchi dropped head so that it banged on the table. The man across from him laughed heartily as all of Tenchi's friends clinked their bottles together and joked about Tenchi's error.
Elite Officer Tenchi sighed in defeat as he left his head on the table. His best friend, Hein, reached over and pulled him up by his hair. "I'm touched, Tenchi, really I am, but if you're going to tell me like that, I don't love you." Hein let go of Tenchi's head as it hit the table once more.
"Come on! You gotta help me with this! I'm supposed to propose to Kozue tomorrow and I don't know how to do it! You said you'd help!" Tenchi almost whined.
"And I will, once you realize that being totally serious when you propose is only going to make her feel uneasy!" Hein smiled. "Look! Just look her in the eyes and say what you feel!"
Tenchi sat back and took a bottle of beer from his friend. While they all whooped and hollered over him, Tenchi wondered if he said what he felt about Kozue, would really be for the better. In terrible actuality, Tenchi didn't want to marry Kozue. His grandfather had taken a liking to her and hoped, so badly, that they would be married. Tenchi adored his grandfather and wanted to make him happy. He thought that if he married that girl, he'd make his grandfather happy. He never thought to make himself happy, though.
"Ok ok I'll be Kozue again." Hein laughed. In a girlish voice he began "Tenchiiiiiii you don't love me! You never buy me flowers! How come you never cook me dinner! Tenchiiii all you do is hang out with your stupid friends! You never have time for me! Your grandfather makes you work work work! Tenchiiiiiii!"
All of Tenchi's friends doubled over laughing.
"Let's get married, Kozue!" Tenchi blurted out.
"No..."
Tenchi's head hit the table again and Hein and everyone else laughed out loud heartily.
~.~.~.~.~.~.
750 years later...
~.~.~.~.~.~.
Ryoko lay on one of Washu's hospital tables. Usually she wouldn't agree to being there, but she lay unconscious on the bed. Her side was bandaged, but blood managed to navigate it's way through all the rags and drip constantly, drawing life from her with every drop.
Beside her lay a young Jurian prince. His head, bandaged the same way, wasn't bleeding as badly, but he did sustain major brain damage. Both Tenchi and Ryoko were wounded badly and were in comas. Washu worried that they wouldn't make it. When she worried, Aeka, Sasami, Yosho and Katsuhito also felt they should worry.
Washu took Ryoko's hand and pressed it to her own beating heart. It was painful for any mother to watch her daughter's body fade from life to death. She gripped her hand tighter and wept softly.
~.~.~.~.~.~.
750 years earlier...
~.~.~.~.~.~.
Tenchi lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling. Beside him, Kozue slept soundly - almost purring like a kitten. She curled up under his arm and wrapped her own arms around his waist. Tenchi rested his arm around her shoulders and sighed.
Ryoko pulled away from the man she had laid beside for a while. He reached out to pull her back but she slapped his hand away and walked to the shower. It was another love affair in vain. She hadn't found what she was searching for. There was no companionship in that man. Only the will to boast his manliness by flaunting his "power". It made Ryoko sick to search for fulfillment this way. She never wanted to drop her standards just to find what she thought to be missing. Sometimes, just sometimes, the men she went back to their rooms with, she thought she loved and loved her too. It wasn't until the night was over that she realized that people could say anything they pleased just to get what they want.
"This is the last one..." Ryoko tilted her head back as the warm shower washed over her face and through her hair. She wouldn't be just another object to every man in the galaxy. She clenched her fingers together to ball the tightest fist and then slowly released. She would've cried if she felt it would resolve something. Instead, she just let the water wash away another night wasted...
End of Ch. 1
~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Dunno what possessed me to start this one. But I double guarantee this is only the surface. Yes Yes! Dynna has gotten herself into yet ANOTHER chaptered story, as much as she hates writing them - as much as she hates reading them. But maybe it won't be so bad. I might bounce back and forth through time until I can focus on one time (750 yrs earlier or 750 yrs later). Enjoy!
Oh yea! I do NOT! Own Tenchi Muyo! or any of it's characters. They are all products of AIC and Pioneer.