The Diamond Necklace
A Digimon/Tenchi Muyo Crossover
By Louisa
It was raining heavily.
No,no, that's not it at all. . . Let me try this again.
There might as well have been a score of African elephants can-canning on the roof. The rain fell unsteadily, one moment pounding on the muddy ground, another moment drizzling like icing onto a cake.
Inside the Masaki household, a fire crackled appealingly. It lit up the whole living room and cast shadows across our faces.
Despite this it was freezing. Had to be at least fifty below, even indoors. A miracle that the rain hadn't turned to snow.
All of us were wearing orange thermosuits that Washu had made. We huddled miserably, basically ignoring each other, struggling for warmth.
Sasami lay stomach down on the floor, reading one of Grandfather's books. Ryo-ohki, looking out of place in her very small orange suit, was shivering atop Sasami's head. Ayeka was sitting feverishly nearby, holding her head in her hands and rocking back and forth. Mihoshi was strewn across the floor snoring with her limbs flailing in the air. Kiyone sat next to Dad and Grandpa and Asami and Kamadake stood frozen in the center of the room. Washu was lost in her lab and Ryoko, of course, was clinging desperately to my arm.
For once I let her. What else was I supposed to do? It was too cold even to move. So there I was, sitting tensely on the couch with a space pirate connected to me and missing Sakuya so much it hurt. (a/n see author's note at the end of fic)
~*~
The road was iced over and the snow fell heavily. The woman moved the car slowly and cautiously. She was leaning forward and gripping the wheel, tawny eyes squinted in concentration. Her medium brown hair was swept back in a high ponytail and covered by a fuzzy red hat. She wore a crimson pea coat and black slacks, accented by combat boots and gold makeup. To finish it off, a thin silver chain rested comfortably about her neck. A tiny charm hung from it; a tiny, diamond-encrusted charm made in the shape of a. . . well, you can't know that yet.
The woman twirled the wheel suddenly as a shape loomed in front of her. A dark shape with. . .with wings.
She closed her eyes in fear.
There was the sound of breaking glass.
And then. . . nothing.
~*~
A/N Short, but it introduces the key elements of da ficcie.
About the Sakuya thing-I'm not really a Sakuya supporter and I prefer "Tenchi Muyo" above "Tenchi in Tokyo" but this is sort-of a meld of the three Tenchi shows so bear with me. And don't worry, it'll probably end up exactly how you like it: that is, Tenchi/Ryoko! ^.^
Who do YOU think the woman is? Tell me cuz I wanna see if I did this right. . .
I LOVE DASHES!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Do I really need one? You know all the disclaimer crap.
Read and Review Pleaz?
A Digimon/Tenchi Muyo Crossover
By Louisa
It was raining heavily.
No,no, that's not it at all. . . Let me try this again.
There might as well have been a score of African elephants can-canning on the roof. The rain fell unsteadily, one moment pounding on the muddy ground, another moment drizzling like icing onto a cake.
Inside the Masaki household, a fire crackled appealingly. It lit up the whole living room and cast shadows across our faces.
Despite this it was freezing. Had to be at least fifty below, even indoors. A miracle that the rain hadn't turned to snow.
All of us were wearing orange thermosuits that Washu had made. We huddled miserably, basically ignoring each other, struggling for warmth.
Sasami lay stomach down on the floor, reading one of Grandfather's books. Ryo-ohki, looking out of place in her very small orange suit, was shivering atop Sasami's head. Ayeka was sitting feverishly nearby, holding her head in her hands and rocking back and forth. Mihoshi was strewn across the floor snoring with her limbs flailing in the air. Kiyone sat next to Dad and Grandpa and Asami and Kamadake stood frozen in the center of the room. Washu was lost in her lab and Ryoko, of course, was clinging desperately to my arm.
For once I let her. What else was I supposed to do? It was too cold even to move. So there I was, sitting tensely on the couch with a space pirate connected to me and missing Sakuya so much it hurt. (a/n see author's note at the end of fic)
~*~
The road was iced over and the snow fell heavily. The woman moved the car slowly and cautiously. She was leaning forward and gripping the wheel, tawny eyes squinted in concentration. Her medium brown hair was swept back in a high ponytail and covered by a fuzzy red hat. She wore a crimson pea coat and black slacks, accented by combat boots and gold makeup. To finish it off, a thin silver chain rested comfortably about her neck. A tiny charm hung from it; a tiny, diamond-encrusted charm made in the shape of a. . . well, you can't know that yet.
The woman twirled the wheel suddenly as a shape loomed in front of her. A dark shape with. . .with wings.
She closed her eyes in fear.
There was the sound of breaking glass.
And then. . . nothing.
~*~
A/N Short, but it introduces the key elements of da ficcie.
About the Sakuya thing-I'm not really a Sakuya supporter and I prefer "Tenchi Muyo" above "Tenchi in Tokyo" but this is sort-of a meld of the three Tenchi shows so bear with me. And don't worry, it'll probably end up exactly how you like it: that is, Tenchi/Ryoko! ^.^
Who do YOU think the woman is? Tell me cuz I wanna see if I did this right. . .
I LOVE DASHES!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Do I really need one? You know all the disclaimer crap.
Read and Review Pleaz?