Disclaimer + Author's Notes:
First of all, I'd like to say I do not own any Characters, Logos, ect. related to Tenchi Muyo!
Prionner owns them all. I don't own Pionner either.
Now I can go ahead and introduce the story. I've decided to take something and due to it's
resemblence to something that might could happen to the Tenchi Muyo characters, I decided to
make it into a Alternative Universe Tenchi fic. Alright? Good.
Also, these characters are not meant to be in character or anything like that. I just wanted to
be able to use their names so I could post it here. You don't get enough reveiws in the 'Novels'
section. ^^;
Third of all, thats why I haven't published anything lately. I've been working on this. Kay? Kay!
Ah, and another note. The NC-17 reading.
The NC-17 ratings are almost ALWAYS for lemons ... correct? ... So if you came here to read a
lemon - go away. Thats not what the rating was for. The rating was actually for mature
situations (leave me alone, people can get mad a me if I simply rate this R ... ) and ... yes ...
some lemony content (not now, later. If your going to complain that I said that and its not there yet,
then don't read it ...) . But again, this isn't a lemon, so if thats what you came here for, go
away.
ONE more note. My fonts are messed up ... I think ... and I can't figure out how to make things
stay italic in my stories. So anything that doesn't make much sense probably should have been in italics
(unless the italics did work - pray with me.). If something was in italics it means someone thought it...
so if something seems misplaced, then thats why ...
OH! And, my spell checker is down ... forgive me.
Alright ... now ....
I thank you for listening to my babbling. I just had to get all that said. On with the story!
(Insert studio name here) studio's presents ...
The Vale of Eternal Rain
The rain poured down on Ryoko's small blue miata as she zoomed down the
freeway closer to where her apartment complex was. Looking out the window, she
began to wounder how it ever got so grim on a Christmas. Huge, dark thunder heads
filled the sky. Sideways rain with occaisonal sleet poured down around the small car
as diagonal lightening flashed across the sky.
Absent-mindedly, Ryoko chose her exit and made her way onto the back streets
of downtown San Francisco. As her car sped by, it splashed a wave of cold, dirty
street water onto a poor homeless man as he watched the shadow play of the cars
on the building above him.
Ryoko sighed and felt a small shot of sorrow in her heart for the man. She had
the strangest urge to use the U-Turn on her left to turn around, pick the man up, and
give him someplace warm to say on Christmas. Not exactly complying with her urge,
yet not going against it, she turned around and pulled back down to the man.
Popping open the window she tossed him a twenty, an umbrella, and a dry
blanket. "Merry Christmas ..." She whispered as she then rolled up the window and
sped away again without a second thought.
"Here we are ... " Ryoko whispered to no one as she pulled the miata into the
parking lot of the apartment complex. Opening the door, she grabbed her hand bag
and slipped out. She stood for a moment, under the dryness of the parking garage
roof. Ryoko looked off into the darkness of the night and watched as the combination
of the pelting rain and the street lamp give everything outside an eerie glow.
Slowly she made her way out into the freezing rain, making no effort to hurry as
not to get wet. After all, Ryoko loved the rain. She glanced up at the stormy gray
sky. She loved the night also ... at this point the stinging cold breeze reached her
skin and she added with a murmer, "The cold also ... the cold is great."
Eventually Ryoko reached her apartment. She looked up at it, its eerie face
seemed to glow in the dark night under the sheets of drenching rain. A single light
was on in the upper-righthand corner and she could see the lightplay of the Television
set shillouted against the white window and the black night. That means Nagako is
still awake.
She took a few steps foward until she reached the steps. Not that I really mind
Nagako ... She told herself as she began up the steps, careful not to slip on them in
her high heels. He's just so demanding ... Ryoko placed her hand on the door knob and
turned it as silently as possible, not wanting to alert Nagako of the fact she was
home. Such a sex hound ... ugh ...
Ryoko was able to step inside, quietly shutting the door. She took a look around
her apartment. The entire place was nearly as dark as outside, excluding the small
glow cast on everything by the small light fixture hanging from the ceiling. Something
smelled like under-cooked chicken. I see that Nagako cooked for himself ...
Suddenly she heard something straight ahead of her and looked up to see Nagako
standing on the stairway infront of her. His deep green eyes sparkled in the glow cast
by the light bulb and his long, golden hair seemed more appealing than usual. "My
Ryoko ... " His usual sweet voice echoed out. Here we go once again. "Your here!"
"Yes. I'm here."
"But your wet ... " He said, stepping down the rest of the stairs and coming in
beside her. "Why didn't you use your umbrella?"
Oh man ... "I must've misplaced it. I'm fine ..." Ryoko insisted, trying to slip past
him. She hoped maybe if she could get him away from her, she could escape having
to pleasure him tonight and maybe get the courage to run away in the morning.
Nanako grasped her by the shoulders to stop her from leaving. "Now, now. Playing
hard to get are we?"
No. Ryoko forced a giggle as she allowed herself to be pulled back by Nakago.
"Maybe ... " She whispered to him with a sly grin.
"There's my fiesty little Ryoko!" He exclaimed. Nakago was quick to sweep Ryoko
off her feet and go about carrying her up the stairs. Ryoko hadn't had a chance to
set down her handbag so she threw it down the stairs as they dissapeared up into
the upper hallway.
Rounding a corner, Nakago pretended to drop Ryoko and grinned. He thought he
was making himself look great. What an idiot ... Ryoko forced a laugh and grasped
onto his neck for effect to show she was 'afraid' of falling.
Nakago swept them into the bedroom and left the lights off, shutting the door
behind him. He set Ryoko gently down on the ground and smiled at her. Shit ... I'd
better find a way out of this and fast. I don't want to make love to this maniac again ...
Nakago placed his hand on Ryoko's hip and pulled her closer to him.
Instinctivly she brought her arms up around Nakago's neck as he pulled her
closer to him. Their lips met in a passionate french kiss. As their tounges fought,
Ryoko leaned in on Nakago and lifted both of her legs up, one at a time, and kicked
her high heels off. Why do I stay with him? ... Why? ... The only reason I can think of ... is ...
Nakago slid his hands up Ryoko's body so his thumbs where under the rim of her
jacket. Slowly he slid it off her shoulder's and began to unbutton her blouse. I can't
stand to be alone ... thats why. Ryoko absent-mindedly followed Nakago's movements and
was soon on the bed left in only her black bra and panties. Why DID I where THOSE today? ...
"Oh my." She heard Nakago say with a grin, but she ignored it, she was to obsorbed
in thought.
Suddenly Ryoko rolled off the bed and stood, her back pressed up against the wall.
For what seemed like hours, she just stood their, staring out into the darkness beyond
the window as she watched the rain pour down. She didn't have any family left, or she
wouldn't be spending the Christmas this way. After the last of her family had passed
away, she had been so upset and lonely. Ryoko had looked for refuge in a love life of her
own, but what she ended up with was Nakago.
For nearly two years now Nakago had insisted on making love nearly every other night,
no matter what. He was to lazy to get off his big ass and work to support her, let alone
any family she might want, so Ryoko was stuck working fourteen hour shifts at
the police department. Then she came home to this nightmare. He'd work her until she
died if he didn't need her to give him a roof and food.
It's time. Ryoko had finnaly gotten up the courage ...
"Is ... something wrong?" Nakago asked, confused.
"Yes." Ryoko answered strenly. "Something is very wrong."
Ryoko took a step foward and opened her mouth to say something, but the words refused
to come out. You can't give up! You've got the prefect opportunity! She glanced out the window.
Throw him out on his ass in the cold, dark, rainy night ... on Christmas eve! She nodded. She was
going to do it.
"What is it, my love?" Nakago asked her.
"First of all, I'm not your love." She said coldly.
Nakago looked confused and hurt. "But-" He began.
Ryoko cut him off. "I've had enough of your crap! You like to pretend that you care for
me and that you'd be there for me, but I know better! Your just Mr.Pimp. The only reason
you haven't killed me somehow yet is because I have to work feed you, clothe you and
keep a roof over your head!" She took a breath. "If it weren't for me, you'd be out on
the streets!" She took another step foward. Good, this bitch got what was coming to him!
She grasped a pillow in her hand and held it to her face.
"What ... " Nakago looked up at her, confused. "What do you mean, Ryoko?"
"What I mean is that I want you out! NOW!" Ryoko yelled at him.
"But ... "
Ryoko hurled the pillow at him. "Get out! No but's!"
Nakago looked up into her eyes, he had a cold look on his face that spelled out
'Revenge.' "Fine." He said simply as he turned and got off the other end of the bed.
His face stared out the window, into the dark, rain night. "I'll go back my things." He
told her, turning to leave the room.
"Oh no you won't!" Ryoko told him, shoving him back. "Because YOU don't own anything!
I worked my ass off to get everything I own and to keep you alive! I'm sick and tierd
of you! GO NOW!"
Nakago glared at her. He snorted, thurned, and walked out of the room.
As Ryoko stood, catching her breath, she stared out into the night. She heard
Nakago's soft foot steps down the stairs and listened as he opened the front door
and slipped into the night. Ryoko made her way across the dimly lit room and
stared out the window. Sure enough, she could see Nakago shillouted against the
eerie glow of the street lights as the rain poured down, drenching him. The last thing
she felt for him was sorrow. This is the last place I want to be. I'm going to go call Nuri ...
she'll let me come over. She has to.
Ryoko took a step backwards and subcounciously guided her hand onto the bedside
stand and felt the cold outline of the cordless phone. The phone she'd bought. Not
Nakago, she reminded herself. Picking up the phone, she hit the 'talk' button with her
thumb and automaticly dialed Yuri's number.
One ring. Two. Three. Click. "You have reached the Takaha residents."
An automated voice echoed out. "We are unable to answer your call because - "
The beep cut in. Ryoko had always thought it was funny how Yuri'd never finished the
message.
Voice shaky, Ryoko spoke into the voice peace. "Please, Yuri." She whispered. "Pick up ... "
Click. "Ryoko?" It was the soft, caring, farmiliar voice of Yuri Takaha. Ryoko
sighed with releif.
"I got into a fight with Nakago-" Ryoko didn't get to finish.
Yuri cut in. "You can come over, Ryoko, please do." Then the line went dead before
Ryoko could thank her. Yuri'd hung up.
Ryoko pulled her skirt back on along with her blouse. She had suposivly been asleep,
so she didn't bother to make it look nice. Opening the door to the room she walked into
the hallway and made her way down the stairs. As she looked out the door into the
pouring night it reminded her of a not so fond memory. When she ran away from home.
I don't want to be here. She repeated to herself as she walked down the stairs and placed
her hand on the doorknob. I hope I never come back here. She told herself as she turned
to look up into the dimly lit apartment. This place carrys too many memories like the one's of
my past ...
Ryoko turned quickly. The last thing she wanted to be doing was thinking,
espically of her past. She opended the door and as she did, spotted Nakago's
umbrella next to his shoes. Both of which she had bought. At least he listened ...
He sure HADN'T taken ANYTHING with him. Ryoko took his umbrella in her hand
and opened it as she stepped out into the night.
Looking out beyond the umbrella as she walked down the stairs, she thought
she could make out the shapes of people moving in unison with the shadows
of the night. The thought made a shiver run down her spine. Ryoko's pace sped
up and nearly broke into a run. She didn't need to be raped or mugged on this
night. Thats the LAST thing she needed. Or wanted.
Soon Ryoko was under the safety of the parking garage roof, but she noticed
something strange. Her car wasn't where she had parked it. She ran over and
looked around franticly. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a peice of paper.
She bent down and read it ...
Dear, bitch.
You said I couldn't take anything with me because none of it was mine.
But if you remember correctly, this car IS mine. I took the keys off the
hook. I figured you'd be to naive to notice their dissapearence. Good
luck explaining to your boss why your so late.
Not yours truely,
Nakago.
Ryoko felt like screaming. She crumped the paper and threw it at the wall.
She didn't know what to do. It was too far to walk to Yuri's house, espically on
a night like this. Absent-mindedly she took a few steps back and slumped up
against one of the large support pole's for the building. In her misery, she slid
down the pole so she was sitting on her butt on the cold, hard cement floor of
the parking garage. Leaning against the pole she stared out into the night. She
couldn't believe her bad luck.
Silent tears ran down her face as she pondered over what to do. But she just
didn't have enough energy. She cryed herself to sleep there, on the floor of the
parking garage.
A/N:
More later.