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Disclaimer : I don't own Tenchi Muyo and anything else in this story besides the actual story. If you for some reason want to sue me alls you'll get is a gum wrapper,a bent up paperclip and some pocket lint. Maybe if you're lucky you'll get some pencil shavings.
Rated : PG-13 for some language and adult-ish themes.
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Ryoko
It was a surprisingly quiet afternoon in the Masaki household; Tenchi, Sasami, and Ryo-Ohki went to the fields to pick more vegetables for dinner, Washu was yet again locked up in her lab, Mihoshi and Kiyone were out on patrol, and Ayeka was taking a walk and talking to trees or something. Ryoko lazily floated to the kitchen thinking about stuff. The number one thing on her mind was the people she shared the house with, her family. But lately she was having some doubts about them, and about herself. First there was Ayeka, the snottiest girl anyone could ever meet. She was constantly bitching at Ryoko, and she allways had a rude comment about her. There was no doubt in Ryoko's mind that Ayeka hated her. Then there was Sasami. Sasami really was a good kid, but whenever Ryoko would try to do something nice for the child it allways got messed up. This caused Sasami to be uneasy around the demoness. Out of everyone in the house, Sasami was closer to Noboyuki than Ryoko! Next was her 'mother' Washu. Ryoko was positive the only reason Washu wanted anything to do with her was so she could be a test subject. Also there was Mihoshi and Kiyone, who never really were around much anyway, and of course there was Tenchi. If he really loved her he would have told her by now. Ryoko also thought about herself, and about what she planned to do with her life. Ryoko sighed. She walked up to a cabinet and pulled out a fairly large knife. She held it up,her hands shaking and her eyes watering, "I don't think I'll be able to do this," she whispered. Then she quickly brought the knife down...
...slicing an onion in half. The End!
Disclaimer : I don't own Tenchi Muyo and anything else in this story besides the actual story. If you for some reason want to sue me alls you'll get is a gum wrapper,a bent up paperclip and some pocket lint. Maybe if you're lucky you'll get some pencil shavings.
Rated : PG-13 for some language and adult-ish themes.
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Ryoko
It was a surprisingly quiet afternoon in the Masaki household; Tenchi, Sasami, and Ryo-Ohki went to the fields to pick more vegetables for dinner, Washu was yet again locked up in her lab, Mihoshi and Kiyone were out on patrol, and Ayeka was taking a walk and talking to trees or something. Ryoko lazily floated to the kitchen thinking about stuff. The number one thing on her mind was the people she shared the house with, her family. But lately she was having some doubts about them, and about herself. First there was Ayeka, the snottiest girl anyone could ever meet. She was constantly bitching at Ryoko, and she allways had a rude comment about her. There was no doubt in Ryoko's mind that Ayeka hated her. Then there was Sasami. Sasami really was a good kid, but whenever Ryoko would try to do something nice for the child it allways got messed up. This caused Sasami to be uneasy around the demoness. Out of everyone in the house, Sasami was closer to Noboyuki than Ryoko! Next was her 'mother' Washu. Ryoko was positive the only reason Washu wanted anything to do with her was so she could be a test subject. Also there was Mihoshi and Kiyone, who never really were around much anyway, and of course there was Tenchi. If he really loved her he would have told her by now. Ryoko also thought about herself, and about what she planned to do with her life. Ryoko sighed. She walked up to a cabinet and pulled out a fairly large knife. She held it up,her hands shaking and her eyes watering, "I don't think I'll be able to do this," she whispered. Then she quickly brought the knife down...
...slicing an onion in half. The End!
