My Fair Ryoko
Prolouge
a/n: Please be kind. So if some of the characters seem OOC then I'm sorry. I got this idea after watching a movie in English IV. Thank you, and please be kind and leave feedback. p>
Dis: I don't own anything, please don't sue, I'm writing for fun.
Another fight.
Ayeka held her ground firmly for once. Not budging toward anger, but keeping focused on Ryoko, and maintaining a low, yet firm voice. Tiny-balled fists at the end of her steal straight arms were held unmoving at her side. No mistaking, this was a fight the Princess intended to win.
"Impossible." The purple haired Jurian hissed.
"What did you say?" Ryoko challenged. Her golden cat eyes narrowed upon the pompous purple princess. Though her outward appearance of a crossed armed woman leaning against the wall next to Washuu's lab door seemed to make others believe that nothing the other one was saying was getting to her, Ryoko bristled inside.
"The truth." Ayeka spat. "You're not worthy of any one, let alone Tenchi. Your manors are appalling, your tongue is detestable, and your appearance is lacking any refinement."
The others were watching from a safe distance, and for once, was silent. Mihoshi clung to Kiyone's arm, a soft whimper sneaking out of the blond's throat with every sharp word thrown between the ladies. Sasami, looking from the kitchen into the dinning/family room area, held a depressed frown on her young lips. The scientist also bore a similar frown, but hers was bitterer than the young cook's was. Ryo-ohki mewed gently at her mistress, who flinched visibly under the cutting remarks.
Tenchi, who had been left in charge of the home after his father went to work and his grandpa left to spend time in Tokyo, sat emotionless on the couch. His head directed toward the conflict, ears perked to hear every word, and his heart remaining silent. Normally the Maskai boy would have jumped in to defend one or the other girls, but how could one deny the truth?
"Take that back!" Ryoko demanded, but was answered with a smirk that rivaled her own cocky expression.
"Why should I? You know as well as I do that everything I have said is not an accusation, but the facts laid before you, in all their grimy glory." Ayeka's confidence crept further up in her prestigious throat. "And as for talents, HA! What a joke!"
Ryoko's true feelings began to show, her upper lip drew back into a snarl, her fist raised level with her chest ready to strike at the offending, over bearing troll that dared to call her unworthy!
"I have plenty of talents!" The cyan haired pirate shouted defensively to a laughing Princess. "My powers are-"
"As rude and destructive as your very presence." Ayeka finished with a gleam of smugness sparkling in her ruby eyes. Triumph began to coat her tongue, and covered her words, "Face it, Ryoko, you have no womanly charm, save for a that of a hor's, and are no lady worthy of a Prince Charming."
The straw that broke the camel's back. One thin line and the shell crumbled under the weight. Tears stung Ryoko's normally happy-go-lucky eyes, uncontrollable emotions washed over her in unforgiving tides. It wasn't the first time where she had been called a hor, ho, hooker, or any other colorful names such as that, but it was the first time that they stung. Not from the person in which spoke them, much more the truth backing up that claim.
"I'll show you!" Ryoko screamed, "I'll prove it to you all!" With that outburst, and before the first tear could roll down her shaking face, the woman disappeared.
To where, no one would know for months.