It was a hot day. The kind of heat that made the air feel thick, and made
the wind stop breathing altogether.
But, this was fine with Ryoko, she enjoyed the increased temperatures. It reminded her of lying on soft carpet in front of a large window, taking all of the sun's rays for herself. It was this incredible heat that had made Ryoko unsatisfied to sit in the house. She sat up in her rafter, thinking of what there was to do outside.
Of course, there were many things she distracted herself with out of doors, but she wanted to do something *new*, something fun, something....something with people. She smiled to herself, she was rarely a social person, but today was different. She sat up, realising what she wanted to do with the day. Today was a day for shopping.
It hadn't taken long to get the rest of her boardmates to agree with her. The household needed a few items, and individually, they all lit up at the idea of a few gratuitous personal things.
So, in less than two hours time, the whole clan found themselves in bustling, crowded, and busy downtown. After a few minutes with the group, Ryoko decided she wanted to set out on her own, lose herself in the crowds of strangers.
"Ryoko-" Tenchi began in that oh-so-familiar nagging tone, "where do you think you're going off to?"
With her back turned to him, Ryoko rolled her eyes before turning to face her self-imposed babysitter. "I'm just going to visit a few shops, Tenchi," she replied irritably, "I am a grown woman, after all, I can take care of myself, you know."
The young man was stunned by Ryoko's words as much as her tone. She couldn't have surprised him more if she had just blown up the entire shopping centre. In fact, that would probably be less unexpected.
The amber eyed demon didn't mean anything malicious in her words, she simply wanted some time away from her adopted family. And at that particular moment, it annoyed her terribly to think that her Tenchi felt he had to keep such a close eye on her. As though she was apt to go on some spree of distruction. Didn't they know all the changes that had taken place inside her? It was as though her painful transformation had never even happened, as though she hadn't parted herself from her old life, knowing all that she was giving up. It meant so much to her, and, it appeared, so little to them.
None of this appeared on her face, however. Only slightly aggravated frustration.
Tenchi, getting over his shock at Ryoko's willingness, even more so, her desire, to leave him behind, frowned. "Ryoko, I don't trust you by yourself in a *market place*!" He said it as though it shouldn't have even been a question. As though it went without saying that Ryoko couldn't possibly be left alone when the opportunity to steal something or hurt someone was so abundant.
He had thought carefully about what to say before he said it. Ryoko's words had hurt him deeply, even though neither of them realised it. And subconsciously, Tenchi's harsh reply was in retaliation.
As the words "I don't trust you..." settled on the former space pirates ears, hurt was not what they elicited. Only anger. And spite.
"Well, it's not like you have a choice, Tenchi! I'm not your slave. I may have be imprisoned here on earth, but that does not make you my master!"
They hurt. Ryoko's words cut like a sword. They tore at his heart, and rended his spirit. She could see the pain in his eyes the moment she spat the angry, venomous statement.
The others, who had been only half listening until now, stood by cautious, eyes widening at Ryoko's very unexpected declaration.
"Ryoko..." Tenchi croaked, trying to convey the pain she had caused through that one word. Ryoko sneered at him. She heard it, but she didn't care. She meant every word she said.
The cyan haired woman made a noise of disgust before teleporting away.
But, this was fine with Ryoko, she enjoyed the increased temperatures. It reminded her of lying on soft carpet in front of a large window, taking all of the sun's rays for herself. It was this incredible heat that had made Ryoko unsatisfied to sit in the house. She sat up in her rafter, thinking of what there was to do outside.
Of course, there were many things she distracted herself with out of doors, but she wanted to do something *new*, something fun, something....something with people. She smiled to herself, she was rarely a social person, but today was different. She sat up, realising what she wanted to do with the day. Today was a day for shopping.
It hadn't taken long to get the rest of her boardmates to agree with her. The household needed a few items, and individually, they all lit up at the idea of a few gratuitous personal things.
So, in less than two hours time, the whole clan found themselves in bustling, crowded, and busy downtown. After a few minutes with the group, Ryoko decided she wanted to set out on her own, lose herself in the crowds of strangers.
"Ryoko-" Tenchi began in that oh-so-familiar nagging tone, "where do you think you're going off to?"
With her back turned to him, Ryoko rolled her eyes before turning to face her self-imposed babysitter. "I'm just going to visit a few shops, Tenchi," she replied irritably, "I am a grown woman, after all, I can take care of myself, you know."
The young man was stunned by Ryoko's words as much as her tone. She couldn't have surprised him more if she had just blown up the entire shopping centre. In fact, that would probably be less unexpected.
The amber eyed demon didn't mean anything malicious in her words, she simply wanted some time away from her adopted family. And at that particular moment, it annoyed her terribly to think that her Tenchi felt he had to keep such a close eye on her. As though she was apt to go on some spree of distruction. Didn't they know all the changes that had taken place inside her? It was as though her painful transformation had never even happened, as though she hadn't parted herself from her old life, knowing all that she was giving up. It meant so much to her, and, it appeared, so little to them.
None of this appeared on her face, however. Only slightly aggravated frustration.
Tenchi, getting over his shock at Ryoko's willingness, even more so, her desire, to leave him behind, frowned. "Ryoko, I don't trust you by yourself in a *market place*!" He said it as though it shouldn't have even been a question. As though it went without saying that Ryoko couldn't possibly be left alone when the opportunity to steal something or hurt someone was so abundant.
He had thought carefully about what to say before he said it. Ryoko's words had hurt him deeply, even though neither of them realised it. And subconsciously, Tenchi's harsh reply was in retaliation.
As the words "I don't trust you..." settled on the former space pirates ears, hurt was not what they elicited. Only anger. And spite.
"Well, it's not like you have a choice, Tenchi! I'm not your slave. I may have be imprisoned here on earth, but that does not make you my master!"
They hurt. Ryoko's words cut like a sword. They tore at his heart, and rended his spirit. She could see the pain in his eyes the moment she spat the angry, venomous statement.
The others, who had been only half listening until now, stood by cautious, eyes widening at Ryoko's very unexpected declaration.
"Ryoko..." Tenchi croaked, trying to convey the pain she had caused through that one word. Ryoko sneered at him. She heard it, but she didn't care. She meant every word she said.
The cyan haired woman made a noise of disgust before teleporting away.