I'm not going to even pretend, I own any of this. Tenchi Muyo anime of primary note, remains a trademark of Pioneer, AIC and Funimation, or whomever they are now. The manga sources, owned by Hitoshi Okuda, and VIZ. This is a tale that was once put down, in cheesy journal format, badly mauled of grammar, and not in the end a fitting tale, for whence the genre it belongs, based on my warped mind, and a decent amount of 'wanting part', as far as an author goes, for having an O.C. in an established universe. I have my own real and enjoyed family, as I write this, so this 'is' for enjoyment.

As so, this be my take on the retelling of my original telling, and hope it's enjoyed better, with enough open minds warranted. I have no Beta access. I will try to clean up my work, as best as possible. I will fail. Please do try to enjoy this story, for what it is anyway. The imagination of a mind, just making its way through the world, with the rest of humanity, using this format, for said fun of it.

Fun. The world needs more of it.

Scot Russell Johnson

'GaianKnight'

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Tsunami's Radiance

Volume I

Prologue

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An unknown being of even more unknown and fathomless power, made her own formal 'nudge' to the ones, conducting the temporal restoration. Whom of cause, forgotten in favor of the intent, one begun, of a new tale to come. One that made Multiverses anew.

Three choshin meanwhile, conduct their revamping of the written space-time continuum. One where six Lighthawk Wings, instead of three manifests. One also however, 'halts' that, all of a sudden. Everything occurs, in the mind. As if 'all' minds, are linked as one entity. The act, surprises two of the choshin Sisters, as they all lay at the cusp, of... what...?

"Where are we?" ...a familiar voice, of a kami and hero asks, adding... "And why is my voice, sounding flat?!"

"Tenchi darling? Wait... what tha hell? My voice too!"

"What do you know, a flat voice, to go with a flat monster head."

"At least I'm not as flat, as your chest."

"What did you say, flat face!"

"Ryoko! Ayeka! Please stop this!"

"Huh? You too Mihoshi?" ...the male 'Tenchi' voice remarks. Such hers in turn... "Oh dear, what's going on?"

"Good question."

"Eh? You too Noike? What's going on?!"

"I don't know Tenchi. I thought everything was being 'reset', after the mess with Z."

"And now into ANOTHER damn mess?! Oh, this is just great! What'd you do to us Ayeka!"

"Don't blame me for this! I'm still hoping reality turns out the same, for Lord Tenchi and I too..."

"Heeey! Who said you would be with Tenchi! Go back to Yosho, like you were supposed to!"

"Excuse me?!"

"What?! Ms Airi is here too?!" ..Tenchi.

"Great, now were all messed up."

"What was that Ryoko?" ...the prior Airi lady snaps back, making Ryoko suddenly make an uneasy sound. "Nothing! Nothing."

"Ms. Airi, if I give you the location of Ryoko in the future, now, will you go deal with her, like all the space trash usually is?"

"How bout I erase your fat head now, for kicks Ayeka!" Ryoko just spats back!

"Ladies! We need to keep calm." ...Tenchi's voice reacts.

"Good luck there."

"Ms. Washu?!" ...Tenchi's voice reacts!

"What's going on here, mom!"

"Everyone, please be calm."

"Tsunami?!" ...comes from much of the Tenchi crew, plus voices not 'normally' heard, from the group. Which is exacerbated by... "Mortals are so excitable under unusual circumstances."

"T... Tokimi too?!" ...Tenchi blurts. Washu then injects her 'flat' voice. "You get used to it, after a while, girl-goddess. Not every day, they are all transported into a second dimensional layer of time halted existence."

"Ohhh! So that's why we all sound like this!" ...Mihoshi's voice remarks, all too cheerfully... (if flat sounding.)

"Wait... we're where?!" ...Noike creaks out, then yells 'with' Ayeka and Ryoko... "Mihoshi! What did you do to us?!"

"It is not her. It is me."

"Tsunami?" Tenchi 'blinks' again. This before another unexpected voice... "You did this Tsunami?"

"Lady Seto?!" ...coming from the Masaki crew, and 'many' other familiar voices, which Tenchi suddenly realizes. "Y... you transported 'everyone' with us Tsunami?"

"Please, if you allow me to explain. I need your help."

"Huh? Us? Who us?" Tenchi babbles in confusion, Washu in quick, if uncertain turn... "Sounds like, 'all' us."

"That is correct." Tsunami's ethereal voice replies. Tokimi's own then adding... "I sense an intent, not attended to, for a long time. (Since I felt it occur too.)"

"Indeed. One I must... and... want, to attend to. This now that our experiments, have come to an apparent end."

"Says you..." Washu quips haughtily... "...every new day, is a reason to experiment!"

"Don't remind us."

"Lady Funaho, you too?!" ...Tenchi balks, Airi commenting out... "A rather large cast, we have gathered here."

"Great, less speaking parts." Ryoko bemoans, which she 'feels' Ayeka chuckling back, in turn. Somehow, there hasn't been any explosions, though why it turns out... "Well, apparently we are sustaining everyone's essences, for hearing what Tsunami has in mind. Whatever it is. So, no gaudy fireworks, around here." ...Washu the genius narrator. "Oh can it, whoever is writing."

"Talk about your Fourth Wall problems." ...gee thanks Ryoko.

"What's all this about Tsunami?" ...ala ever to the point Tenchi. "Well, someone has too."

"Apologies, but the point, isn't as easy as it sounds, to say." Tsunami puts, an uneasy tone to boot. Tokimi prods forth with... "I sense your heart Sister. This all falls under a personal matter, it would seem."

"One a billion years old, put off too long now."

"What did you say Tsunami?!" Noike, 'adds' to Tenchi's shocked voice! More than few 'other' voices added, as... "Isn't that where my mecha came from?"

Washu recognizes. "Oh. Seina is here too. How quaint." ... "And we have no choice here either huh." ...Kiroko's 'own' voice adds. Which means 'sense' of another crew, is about. A lot of crews, at that. All brought back to the point of... "No, you all have a choice." ...Tsunami responds, before adding, her soul 'feeling' strange, to the others... (Washu: "I thought it was all life force.") ...whatever.

Tsunami further... "Your choice however, lies only with one request, such that I wish to ask of you here all. This concerning, a long, withheld promise, that I wish to finally keep. One with the said same timeframe mentioned, as well as all such, concerning one soul, that I agreed to caretaken, starting from a moment, in that 'one' moment, lost to time.

That one moment, that was where Jurai, and all else that we have come to know, have started from."

"Started Jurai?!"

Tenchi again, ever the calm... "The King of Jurai too?!" ...er... yeah.

"Guess we can say hi to Lady Misaki as well."

"You know it, Little Washu." ...from a 'queen', which returns a goddess sized grumble.

"Oh brother." ...Ryoko just blurts, the 'usual' Misaki response to that, prevented by... wherever, they all are. Washu however injects... "So it seems, we all got shanghaied by Tsunami, for a long withheld play date. Am I right?"

"Sister Washu, please let me finish."

"I wonder if we should, Sister." Tokimi quips, the others unsure, if this was a josh, or a warning. Tsunami however counters, rather interestingly... "Then 'you' do not wish to see what Existence has done, with its own experiment. One just as far reaching as ours, apparently."

"Tha heck does that mean?!" Ryoko barks. Ayeka in accent... "And what does that have to do, with Jurai?"

Tsunami takes a deep breath, almost like she was preparing her soul, for a spiritual plunge. The scary thing is, the 'rest' in 'presence', feel this as well. Such that even Tokimi makes pause by. Tsunami after a moment, 'tells' herself... "No... this will be worth it again." ...as she shoves away some morbid images, from her mindscape, in favor of others, that cause some unexpected 'feelings' to arise, in the 'listening' gathered. As such, a goddess finally adds... "My friends, I ask for your help in finishing a promise, that was interrupted by a history, forgotten by Jurai. A time that saw so much, even before the time of the first Emperor of Jurai, over one hundred and fifty thousand years ago. All such, was the culmination of a first experiment of mine, that turned into a trial of my own heart.

I ask for this help, as a choice. If you accept, a new story will take place, on the heels of the end, of the one, that will be of the rewrite, of history, now bereft of Z's acts. From them, a true trail will occur. One that will only be explained, over the longest terms imaginable. And even further, where imagination fails, essentially nearly, even for us. My sisters and I."

"You're talking about the Powers." Washu suddenly adds. Tokimi about to interject seriously, before, and on top of about a trillion other questions, about to be spoken, before Tsunami calls out. "I am talking about a thing... and idea... more... that only can be told, via the story to come. One only so done, if the choice of all others here, agree to allow my sisters and I, to adjust the incumbent timeline. Such an act will change many things you thought you knew, though most else will remain preserved. This especially of a love of a champion is beheld by, of so many closest."

"Oh thank god." Ayeka 'and' Ryoko outright blurt, a few others closest think the 'same', Tenchi 'blushing' to the amusement of many 'around'. Tokimi just reminds... "That said result, cannot be adjusted, given the causality must remain, with the Champion's awakening of his powers. But I suspect, we are about to now see, not the 'only' such Bearer now. Not if the Powers are involved."

Tsunami 'nods' to the realization, all around. "Such lies at the heart, of what I wish to do. Of what was requested of me, by two souls, not of the our known Dimension Third. And of my own wish, for a... a... another..." ...a goddess suddenly becomes pensive, when 'those' feelings, suddenly flood through her. And if all those around, didn't know any better, if sight could be obtained, given there was no more than 'feel' here, in this illogical place, beyond the mind, then they would see two fingers, of one begin... poking at one another... one could almost hear squeaking, along with.

"You mean to tell us..." Airi mentions, before another present, but unspoken, till now voice... "...a long lost love, is involved."

"Grandpa?" ...Tenchi 'remarks', then adding over at... "Tsunami?"

"I would give away too much, to speak of it here. However, to be certain I am speaking of the truth..."

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xXx

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- ...a muted, if colorful, hazy scene, like a TV screen all hazed over of static, on a primordial planet. Trees flowing with the wind... everywhere...

A being, with teal blue hair, in only a gown of white energy, and a face of amazed awe... and abject fear... looks at...

...two other souls, one known, hence part of the fear. The other, abject unknown, holding forth the glowing 'remains', of another being that was once, 'more'. So far more. Now, one being offered to the teal tressed goddess, with knowledge, that wrought the 'remainder' of the fear, with the awe inherit. Reasons are unsaid there, too many reasons at that...

...in return, two Seeds were given, their use, to... -

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xXx

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"Who were they?" Noike asks. An unexpected 'voice', comes from Azusa's own... "I 'know' one of them. But how can this be? After all this time, without any knowledge. The other I have no knowledge."

Tsunami 'nods' back. "The other is... familiar... to me. And here such comes where, my asking... nigh pleading, comes of the choice, that still I espouse here. If you all agree, with my Sister's help, a new timeline will occur, with adjustments, that will have a separate reality occur from the one you all know. As Sister Washu would attest, the experiment doesn't end, a new one in fact. As many realities and existences, already occurring, beyond most known normal ken, this one will be as like, and unlike, any other. The intent I have, is to bring about a reality, for one that not only I will cherish, but one 'all' here, will do so as well. This concerning the manner, of the soul that was one, a part of my own founding of Jurai.

Much will occur, so much, if this choice is allowed to occur. And if allowed, there will be 'adjustments', to the prior reality, allowing for causality, as Tokimi enforced, that will bring many new souls, to the fabric of a family, one that already exists."

"Sounds like we are just playthings, suddenly." ...Ryoko spouts.

"Nothing new on me there." ... "You too Minagi?" ...Ryoko yelps. Minagi 'smiles' back.

"Don't forget us." ... "I might object, a little."

"Oh great, Asahi and Gohgei of Ryuten, as well."

"Yume?! That's just swell." ... "Same to you, Washu turd!"

"Okay okay, no need to get snippy." Mihoshi 'steps in'. Accented by... "Wouldn't that make it, snippy Muyo, Mihoshi?" ... "You might be right, Mitoto mother."

"Sure, go change the title of the series, why don't'cha." Washu just nitpicks back. Ryoko of course just injects her bit of venom. "Still, why exactly, should we do this? What's in it for all of us?"

"Common Ryoko..." 'Sasami's' voice, suddenly chimes out, which melts a lot of 'hearts', quickly... "...it all sounds fun, and even romantic. Plus Tenchi is still with us, so what do we have to lose?"

"That's what I'm worried about." Ryoko quips, the 'Zero' portion, within her, being mindful, of 'all' that is spoken of, so far. Tsunami sighs, which 'confirms' this, but in a way that makes fear, of a thing, that makes for shudders all around.

Tokimi responds, knowing her Sister's mind 'well', now more than ever. "To do this, apparently, will be of great joy, and of great ill, all auspices and ken, around."

"Oh that sounds even more swell." Ryoko again. Tsunami in cute counter turn... "You'll achieve what you desire most." ...which Ryoko 'gets'... "Alright! Let's do it!"

"Heeeeeeeeeey! Who said porcupine head gets Tenchi!" ...Ayeka's voice demands. Counter turn to that too, from Tsui... "As will you." ...as Ayeka quickly 'gets' that, as well. And to be certain, certain 'feelings', of the same, come over the 'Tenchi girls', leaving them swooning, with one mortal Champion amidst, uneasy, and a Father (aka King o Jurai,) fuming. Noike just 'blushes'... "Sounds fun indeed."

One 'other' father, then pops his voice in. "Wait... am I feeling, what I am feeling?" ...this Tenchi in turn... "Dad, you too? And... EH?!"

"Yes. It'll be tricky to the proposition to experience two mothers, a third added by Rea's own reasoned presence to add of add. Again, reasons are within the story, to be told." ...Tsunami presses.

Tenchi just looks pensive, before he then 'feels'... "Uhuh. Oh sure Dad, be cheery about it." ...as Nobuyuki looks 'too happy', of a psychic 'sense', of a sort of thang. (So was the 'psychic SWAT' he feels, a moment later, from an also present Rea. "Got too happy there.") More than anyone then, Ryoko then asks of such a sensitive subject. "You sure you wana do this Tenchi? No telling what may happen."

"I've already faced, the worst of all that. Remember?" Tenchi responds, the revenge incident with Suzuka, and the 'clone' Kiyone, the less than ideal mother, Tenchi remembered. Course the version Tenchi learned later, of Kiyone, from Yosho and Nobuyuki, wasn't all that fun, either.

"Yosho." ...a Juraian mother 'chides', at a 'sweating' son of many centuries. (Trust moi, it doesn't 'look' safe.) "But Kiyone made me do it."

"Mortals." Tokimi...

"Shaddup!" ...from 'many' said mortals. (Somehow the frozen timeline isn't annihilated, in response. Anywho...)

Finally, from the protagonist, behind all of this. "I apologize in advance, but again, the reasons are many, behind all of this as well. What will come, will explain itself. But only if you all agree to help."

Noike questions back... "It sounds like, we could have gone through this anyway, without our knowledge."

"Such would have been dishonorable, to the one I focus all this for." Tsunami answers, one that puts everyone back. Tokimi no less. "Honor? We worry of this, for one being?"

Tsunami serenades of an enraptured mode. "Such is the way he lived his life. What he died... sacrificed... last time for. A mistake he rectified upon himself for. Hence why I have given this option. It lies at the core, of what could follow. But if not, I, and moreso he, will understand, why all does not occur."

"Sounds like a lot of trust, for one guy." Washu notes, the curiosity gravy train growing, accented by... "Now I want to meet this person." ...Misaki. Funaho adding... "The Captain of the Royal Bodyguard, would wish of so."

"I wonder... "Azusa adds further, a chin rubbed if possibly done.

"I'd say go for it." Tenchi simply puts his vote in. Ayeka, a tender... "Lord Tenchi." ...Mihoshi... "Wow."

Ryoko however... "I still dunno."

"Even with what you want most, dangling?" Washu teases. However Ryoko isn't so forthcoming, this time. "And with all the pain, that we went through, up to Z? It's not all been a smooth ride, ya know."

"But we're still a family, despite all we've gone through."

Ryoko melting at the tone of... "Sasami."

"Yeah, we'll do fine. I... wait... what am I..." ...from another added voice, one Mihoshi suddenly recognizes... depending on disbelief, or nor... "Is that YOU Kiyone?!"

Tenchi... "Huh? But that's not my mother, that..."

Noike... "Well this is unexpected... Makibi." ...and Mihoshi in turn... "You mean my best partner is back with me too?! Alright, I'm in!"

Noike and Mashisu (yup, her too,) quip... "Best?"

And of course... "No! No reality change I say! I was used to being AWAY from that bubble brain!"

"I bet the dinner table, will get crowded." Tenchi bemoans. Yosho in addition 'nods'... "Ummhumm."

Tsunami in specific asking... "Kiyone, if you wish not to..." ...which is quickly 'acquiesced' to back... "Oh, fine, go and do it. Just make sure I have a TON of Mihoshi repellent." ... "But Kiyone." ... "REPELLENT I SAY!"

"Great, more GP overhead." Ryoko drawls out, which gets a bunch of GP based 'stares' from 'around'. This before Tsunami then asks towards essentially, the only true dissenter 'listening'... "Ryoko."

Said such dissenter in turn, 'looks' at Tsunami. There's more akin, to them both, than Ryoko thinks. It comes out in kind, Ryoko noting more than enough. "Fine. As long as I get some action finally, with my Tenchi."

"Grrrrrrr." ...guess whom.

"Good grief." ...Tenchi and a 'blushing' Noike put. And Mihoshi too, which a present family, can 'feel'. (Mixed feelings there, of certain.) However what Ryoko says next... "...however."

Tsunami blinks, as Washu smiles, a mother knowing better, of what Ryoko completes with... "I'll only accept this, if this guy gets 'all' the love you can give him. I mean any guy that has 'your' attention, better sure damn well get the absolute most of it, and be worth it all the same. Course, how this will affect Sasami, and our meals, and all..."

Tsunami smiles, as Sasami 'beams' moreso, both 'one', yet entirely acting as 'two' here.

"Don't worry Ryoko-chan."

"Ryoko-chan?" ...Ryoko decries per Sasami, before... "Merrow!" ... "What was that Ryo-'chan'?!" ... "Meeowop!"

"Worry not, for I have a plan, to conduct to this very problem." Tsunami espouses. Washu in turn... utoh... smiles.

Tokimi just' teardrops'. "Perhaps that may be unwise Sister, after all?"

Tsunami 'smirks', then smiles, full knowing. "All, will be worth it. Without fail. No matter what the cost."

"As long as I always get seconds!" ... "RYOKO! Stop being a conniving hog!" ... "Make me, Devil Princess 'of' a Devil Princess!"

And somehow anyway, in a two dimensional reality... "They managed to find a way to duke it out, huh." ...ala Washu. Tenchi isn't 'looking' comfortable.

"I should join in."

"Ahhh... ahhh... that's okay, Lady Seto, my friend." Tsunami actually bades against, as the 'fight' settles down. Finally, for the assertion measure. "Then... you all will help me, in this quest."

"Sure." Tenchi answers, for them all. "Wow, that won't happen again."

"Don't be so sure." ...Tokimi...

A grumbling Azusa, is then 'heard'.

"Now then, if we are all 'actually' ready then." Washu remarks, Tsunami nodding. Tokimi then has to add. "As long as I have 'my' time of it, all as well. Along with others. This if I know 'her'."

"We shall see, 'Sister'." ..gee... Tsunami?

That next 'stare' felt, by the gathered, sure even put a cold stop, to Ryoko-Ayeka match 14,554,916, or something. Tenchi just pleads... "Ah, ladies, maybe... ah..."

Tsunami just halts, and nods. Tokimi 'shaking' her head, Washu just snickering. Tsunami then minds herself, rather introspectively, and then smiles.

"Then we shall begin. To whatever end, save for one of certain."

And from there, three Choshin begin to reconduct, their repair of the space-time continuum causality, with in the while, as all sense becomes of the light...

"I hope everyone fares better this time." Sasami remarks.

A lot of 'smiles', before they begin to vanish, along with one, that ends this act... "As do I Sasami." ...of a merged goddess.

For now.

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oOo

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-One wonderful, adventurous, family filled life, full of lessons and comedy, later...

...in the Darkness Incarnite.-

He sensed the change in the timeline. All those vaunted powers, all causing such devastation. There, sensed, waiting in a landscape of nightmares. Ones very much alive, beyond the logic of such.

It all, almost ruined his own plan, as he 'sat', in the timeless void, waiting for his strength to return, after the last attempt against the cerulean colored whore. But he dared not interfere, with plans of others, that nearly accomplished his own dark goal, for him.

Why wait for your enemy, if they are already annihilated. His sense of his Enemy, 'had' that very fact in mind, it was occurring, and then all of it, was reversed of time incarnate, by those wretched Powers. Those three, that thought 'they' knew best, for all. They, related to the one whore, that was so bonded, to the Enemy, for so long, until that mistake, HE knew so well. Knew better, than even his enemies ever could now. For them, time, and activity, led to memory fading.

For 'him', waiting in that choking Saccloth, waiting for his plans to finish formatting, the memory was 'all' that was needed, to sustain him. Sustain 'them' both. It was not only the Whore, and the Enemy, that were of a duo, that was forgotten. No... there was more to be had.

Across the Dimensions, across Wars, and across Time itself, there was the Hate. Antara was already a nigh empty husk, of what it once was. Time did far more apparently, than all those endless Wars, ever did. A civilization lain all but dead. Ashes scattered back to a cosmos, once whence damnation of Light they came.

They were forgotten, just as He has become. But not for much longer. Not now, that time moved at the whim, of other Powers, once more. Not now, that the Enemy, was becoming of mortal age. Just like the last apparent time. The same before 'that'. Of too many wretched others.

Evolution was as patient as He. He was as patient, as the endless Night. One He waited in, and drew Strength from. A balance also detested, but necessary. One of Strength to garner, to act with, a patience necessary, against the pervasive AGONY of impatience, wanting to smite his Enemy, unto a smear, of all of his Hate! A Hate that his Enemy, was not even aware of, this... this Dark... Lord... this monolith the Nemesis created, then broke himself upon, the day when an empire, fell below its knees! An empire of those disgustingTrees, now all unaware of its own ancient history! This Dark Lord 'had' paid attention. All those Ages and Eons, where other forms of dark foes, took their place, most of their own volition. Others, tools of Him, most completely unawares. Such was the nature of greed, that drew unto this most dark moth, 'and' flame. Most wasted Tools, throwing themselves at the Whore of the Trees, and her 'family', PAH! All failing, save unto the acts that are now past, with this.. fool... tool... Z.

Amusing, of few things the Dark Lord found of such, that the final letter, of an alien alphabet, would attach to a being, that struck at the very world that the Nemesis was reborne unto, with the same alphabet, and now resided in ignorance, of WHAT WAS DESERVED UNTO HATE! Such that 'that' final letter, may be of a clarion, of His final acts of return, to the Stage. All back unto a Dimension that was as rife of pathetic life, as the one the Nemesis 'and' the Enemy were once of.

But no matter. No matter. All things have changed now.

And it was clear, the will of the Whore, was behind all of this. The stench of her powers, was all too apparent.

But He had still many, of His own Tools. The Dark Lord already was formulating the first response. One necessary, to ascertain the state of the Enemy, and any allied around, before the Dark Lord, could strike, himself. And then another worse one to come after. One used before to 'such' effect, upon the Whore's own world of a former playground.

All before other assets, yet still formatting. Such all would take time.

And back hence, the wretched balance, of the wait.

Hence, patience.

Hence, the everlasting Dark.

"{{ - Hence... - }}"

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oOo

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-Better, of a new day of light, and warmth...-

-Jurai-

"Apparently the job of anti-piracy, has become a dull one."

A so-called Devil Princess, smirked, at the tone taken, by her daughter. "Indeed it has. I need to give another thank you, to Seina, in kind soon." ...as Misaki Queen-Wife of Azusa the Juraian Emperor, Captain of the Royal Bodyguard, smiles. (Albeit simply. Misaki didn't attempt much more, around her own mother. Some ugly moments therein, if comical.)

Funaho, walking with them both, but not just them three, as Minaho and Kanemitsu as well, both on reporting whim, of Seto, as ever, the mutual Queen, and Director of Intelligence, after hearing the report from Seto's aides, and then the response from her Sister, Misaki (if only by marriage, though hardly near detested,) then responds, of her own accord. "Then it seems, stability for the Renzan Alliance, is assured."

"Perhaps, we might find a new ally then." Seto suggests. Two Queens nodding simply, to their elder, rather powerful, behind the scenes royal.

"Should we use the appropriate channels then?" Minaho suggests, Seto instead, tapping her usual accompanying hand held fan, to her chin. "Hence the thank you, I mentioned. A chance to also 'instill' our intentions, over a long overdue party."

"If you can pry them away, from 'him'." ...Kanemitsu remarks dryly, Funaho adopting a cutely pensive face, as Seto handles that part, with a sturdy... "His married life, is not our concern. Such hath led to the political situation, apparent. They will come, if ordered, through the appropriate channels."

"The usual channel, you mean." Minaho quips, Seto hiding her smile, behind her opened fan. It said enough.

Course any further thought of Yosho's wife, was steered away from, by the last being, they expected, to encounter. This as they were rounding through the myriad of elegantly constructed, open air hallways, of the Palace Tree, hanging in all but midair, from their vantage point, of a dominating view of the Jurai landscape, far, past the branches, and at the open air of overlook vast... "Who is..." ...Kanemitsu blurts, off of military trained, detail of eye. Such that causes the others to look, Seto for one, glad her paper fan is still hiding her mouth. What with the gasp that escapes from such anyway.

Not that it isn't equaled, by two Queens. Minaho is of confusion, by more lack of experience, what with Core Secrets of Jurai, and all. Kanemitsu even less, of such veins.

All five however, are seen, as the mother goddess, of all that Jurai knows, and legends of the Galaxy Federation, and more beyond, that are of herald, turns her teal tressed head, and smiles. This as she stands away from a gilded overlook, in favor of simply upon the open air beyond, to look at her landscape. Done so with a thought on her eternal mind.

Lady Seto meanwhile comments out, mainly to her two aides. "Perhaps... thus may be a good time..."

"Please stay." ...a haunting goddess tone, chimes out, which Seto blinks. "Them too?"

"Lady goddess?" Funaho tries to measure her voice out with. Such falls asunder, when the goddess of Jurai, floats down, from the said open air, and before her subjects. However, Seto immediately notices a demeanor, that is rather, submissive, in quality. Such that Seto Kamiki Jurai asks... "What can we do for you, Lady Tsunami, our creator."

Tsunami smiles, then simply says... "Our new day, is about to come."

'Something', in their minds, each triggers a sensation, through them all, and each, of a familiarity, that Misaki speaks of... "I... feel... that we've been here before... or something near."

"More than. And I intend to conduct, what I have planned, after all this time." ...this Tsunami says, before Seto blinks, at the sight of a goddess... hugging, at herself.

Which causes Misaki to... "Ohhh! I want to hug her too!" ...which gets a QUICK cough, from Seto. "Not right now there, daughter dear." ...which makes Misaki, straight as a board, for a kooky moment. This all the while, Seto trying to figure out, the cause of a behavioral pattern, that she's never witnessed, aside from those she parleyed her games upon. Such Seto realizes...

"It looks like..." Funaho imparts of equal ken, which puts the jigsaw pieces of memory together, for Seto, in words of... "...she's missing, a long lost lover."

"Really badly." Minaho comments, with a good blush. Kanemitsu, just plain lost, and out of the loop, makes comment of... "Who would a goddess, want to love?" ...which nets him both of his ears, in a PAINFUL ear pinch, by Seto 'and' Misaki, at once! "Mind your manners!"

"OUCH! Okay! Okay! OUCH! Ow! Ow! Owowowow!"

...the two royals, just dump their compatriot, before Funaho then asks. "Where is your love now, Lady Tsunami."

Tsunami blinks, and looks up, a bit looking like she got caught doing something naughty. This a moment before she then calmly resumes a passive stance, smiles, and espouses. "He is upon a land, a world, you all know, quite well. Upon the same mass of land, that a Prince resides, my Champion, along with so many of those loved. There of where also, memories shine, like the stars."

"Earth?!" Minaho blurts, Funaho adding. "This person, is near where Lord Tenchi lives?"

Tsunami nods. "Relatively, yes. In terms of the foot, where one walks, a journey no less in length, than that of our starships do so, between major arms, of our home galaxy."

Seto guesses from this, a tapped fan to her chin... "Sounds like... someone... is on a pilgrimage."

"In due course, after two of this soul's homeworld years of timeframe, yes." Tsunami amends.

Minaho adopts a confused face. "Two earth years, walking? I remember that Japan, isn't all that big, for even just walking."

"Depends on the journey." Seto considers, playing with her paper fan, in her fingers, Funaho nodding in equal consideration. "Many sects and religions, conduct similar journeys, across our galaxy. Such spiritual matters, more than take up much time."

"One that I started him upon." ...Tsunami admits, the looks of shock from the others, more than telling, as the Juraian goddess of beauty, and worship, then espouses in a tone, reversing of her own said state. "One that now near comes to an end. One Pilgrimage, unto another, soon to begin. Such, where I will collect him, finally."

"You've been planning this, for two years." Seto accuses, Tsunami blushing, and amends to that, with another startling truth. "And another fifteen, of same timeframe years, before that. In one format, or another. Even during the time Princess Ayeka, and Princess Sasami were still in stasis. One that Lord Yosho, helped keep tabs for me, during those quiet years."

Funaho slits her eyes some. "Indeed."

Seto then asks the next question. "What happens to Princess Sasami, considering all this." ... which is lunged upon, by an ever manically protective mother. One that actually shakes Tsunami, back and forth, like a doll! "What's going to happen, to my Little Sasami!"

"I... I... assu... re... you... tha... t... all... will... be... urp... fine... Mi... saki... gonna hurl...!"

Seto just hides another chuckle, behind her fan, as Minaho and Kanemitsu look, with eyes ala twittering. "Daughter, mind your handling of our creator."

Misaki looks back, as Tsunami looks wobbly/dizzy, for a moment, before Misaki then actually straightens Tsunami's attire, complete with brushing (if any,) dust off of Tsunami's shoulder accouterments. This alludes to Tsunami soon returning mind, to respond to both queries. "Be assured, urp... still queasy... not only have I already been granted permission, for a format of mutual exchange, but I am currently in active discussion, with our other family particulars, as we speak."

Seto and Funaho, both quickly realize... "There are other meetings, going on now?" ...which makes both Juraians, eye each other, Tsunami then adding... "Indeed."

"Ever the multitasker." Seto 'hides' again, behind her fan.

... ... ...

-Another beautiful day, full of stellar warmth.

Earth style.-

Misaki Shrine. A place of spiritual contemplation, one conducting such affairs, for over seven hundred years now, it's true beginnings, known by very few. A place that was also once, a rather boring place, where it's beauty, held little else, beyond the avails of weather, and seasons. Now, it was avail of chaos, like few others of the type, across the Multiverse.

Course given its current compliment of resident souls (Washu: 'Life force.') ...er... it's a wonder the beauty of the landscape, still remains. But all such, that said chaos, of a family clan, was under the respectful nuance, of one single soul... (Washu: 'Life force.') ...ugh... who's own remarkable history, was now almost as much 'spiritual', in life force... (Washu: 'Soul.') ...-rolls eyes- ...as of the landscape, he grew most of his life upon.

Tenchi Masaki, to be certain, a simple mortal of upbringing, that was apparently, the end product, of a lot of celestial tinkering. (Washu: 'Cute looks don't hurt.') ...-sheesh- ...and such, the focus of said chaos, that was controlled to a point, that a family existed, from formerly disparaging souls/life forces, into a unit, that was actually as beautiful now, in a way, as the landscape of the Misaki Shrine, that their story, took place upon.

If one ignores occasional blast bolts, and wanton ways, of a mad genius. (Washu: 'Eh, what else, is a goddess gal to do.') ...-moan-.

What one cannot ignore now, is that the Spiritual, in all sense, is upon the Shrine, 'now', in more than one format.

Of example, one Tenchi Misaki, said marvelous fellow, in the Shrine Office, with his elder Grandfather, one Yosho Katsuhito, Shrine elder, both sipping green tea, with three other personages, all ladies. The early afternoon chores, interrupted by one, one Lady Airi, of the Galaxy Police, who was 'as' surprised, as Tenchi, by the other two in presence. One moreso, than the other, both by the fact of circumstance, as Lady Sasami, sat beside her 'other' self, both facing their 'hosts', as far as this meeting goes. This with Tenchi to the left, of the Kotatsu table, where sat, Airi and Yosho left of him, where he sits, the two elders (of certainly of age,) facing the two presenting themselves, of a unique measure.

Yosho of note, his Shinto garb matching one Airi is also wearing, (for the fun of it,) as he remarks, in 'elder' tone. "Well, my tea blend, sees a most welcome attendant, this fine day."

"With a tea stalk to match." Sasami beams out, as Tsunami, (aye, there 'too',) finishes her pull, at her simple offered cup. The goddess looks down, at the single stalk within, and smiles back. "Then this, of my intention, should bear much good fortune. This I am certain."

"If it is to be believed." Airi remarks back, still disbelieving what she already has heard. Tenchi then remarks, Yosho and Airi, more than alluding to the tone, of a being, more equal to Tsunami, than them now. "So, you both are going through with it all, after all."

"Yup." Sasami chimes back, causing easy smiles around. "We've already begun the process of being separated from each other. I really think it'll be cool, the why, and all."

At that moment, a brown tuft of Mass and cuteness, pokes back out, a hybrid of two of the cutest breeds on the planet, currently resided upon. (By coincidence, or... hmm...) ...such to a resounding... "Meeow!"

It makes for a weird moment, where snickers, replace bewilderment, before Sasami giggles... "Ryo-ohki."

...and all such Yosho then piques up interrogating... "And this process, will not befall harm, upon my sister."

Tsunami responds simply... "None. The risk, will be entirely upon myself. Sasami will retain all prior abilities, and Link, of our Tree, and ownership of our Treeship. My process will instead, conducting my own essence, unto a new physical format, where we can maintain a mutual, but separate coexistence. This so as I can attain becoming a separate being, while no longer being a drain upon Sasami, or myself, upon acts, that activities of my own, would have engendered, to that very worry."

Tenchi questions out, nervous for Sasami own part, of his own mode. "So... you were doing stuff before, while Sasami was still awake, or something like that, that was harming Sasami?"

"A limited proposition, of such events. This I assure you all here." Tsunami defends quickly. Sasami accents, of 'her' own tone. "Don't worry Tenchi. Stuff that Tsunami did, never really hurt me."

"I don't understand." Airi admits out loud, looking to Yosho, for answers he himself, presume upon, with his own theory. "You Lady Tsunami, at times would conduct activities, that after long enough, would be of a strain, upon Sasami. The nature of both of you sublimated, meant Sasami was affected, when you conducted said activities, aside from those you would normally attend to, anyway?"

"Sounds like stretching you soul, too much." ...Tenchi adds, Tsunami nodding. "Yes. Such all will end, with what I have planned. This presuming Washu acquiesces to my designs. My Sisters and I are discussing this, as we speak."

Yosho pegs in, drinking the remainder of his tea. "Multitasker." ...before Sasami then adds in, at Tsunami, of... "Oh, we can get Washu to agree, with the proper encouragement."

Tenchi smirks, realizing... "Sounds like a food deal there." ... Yosho nodding. "It is one of the more classic forms of blackmail."

"And I thought you ran away from Jurai, to get 'away' from politics." Airi teases her husband. Yosho just makes a light cough, and pulls at his already empty tea cup. Course Tsunami then cross examines back... "And of you, as well, Lady Airi?" ...which makes the GP chairwoman of the Academy, fumble with her drink cutely, for a split moment! "Actually, I was here to ascertain the state of... ah... oh okay, I ditched work to see my hubby. Happy?"

Yosho just chuckles, getting a light elbow, in turn.

It's a sight that makes Tenchi smile, Sasami giggle... and a goddess... "I miss that."

"What?" Airi blinks back, Tsunami remarking... "A feeling lost, over one hundred and fifty-thousand years ago. Even... longer. A count I keep, only for my own measure of reasoning. A reason, that I wish to finally experience again." ...this a wavering eye of pink softness, looks down at her own near empty tea cup, the stalk still there. This if 'that' stalk, was of the object, of her affection. One unsaid still absent. The others see this, and ply strange facades of awe. Moreso when Tsunami admits. "Waiting through the Evolutionary course of time, for this one soul to return, of a format that I can give in all affection, all pent up, for all of this time. Of one, I will make no apologies for, for what I am about to do."

"We would expect no less, of love." Katsuhito remarks, Airi taking an elder hand, that she knew was far softer 'underneath'. Tenchi then asks off of this... "So who is this guy?"

That was when Tsunami nods to Yosho, and of such, whom rises, crosses over to another table, laden with various shrine and other various material, and comes back with a simple beige folder. One he sits back down, at the table, and pushes it over, for Tenchi to reach for, (after a confused look, with his Grandpa,) to then open, and see an apparent dossier.

"Eh?" ...as he, with Sasami and Airi leaning over, seeing. The latter even blinks... "Not what I expected."

... ... ...

Wa: "Not as cute as Tenchi. But all in the eye of the beholder, one presumes."

To: "Yes Sister."

-Oh, and where the other two scenes, taking place simultaneously as well, were sunny and warm. This version, was not only somewhat... well... cold, and technological. Nevermind probably not even on Earth, at all!-

Wa: "It's what you get, for having a Lab in subspace."

Tsu: "Sister."

"Yeah yeah Tsui babe, on to better matters." ...this said resident genius, of a plot of subspace, that every military of the Galactic Federation, (more than just the Galaxy Union now,) would die to get information specs of. Better they don't hold their breath.

"If I even allow it." ...utoh...

"Now now Tokimi, it all 'does' have a lot to do, why we are even here."

"And you sound reckless, even despite what was agreed upon."

"Sister Tokimi, please..."

"And 'Sister' Tsunami, nothing." ...a stiff tone, from a format of a goddess, that was rather... well... chibi. This all as an amber tressed goddess Choshin, just decried. "This agreement, with the Powers, should be discarded. It would be easier, on all of us, Tenchi especially. They have been nothing, but trouble before."

Tsunami, her nominal self (for multiple places at once,) just replies back calmly, even if her own essence, is emotional, underneath. "We three, worry about what should be easy?"

Washu just LAUGHS! "HAH! Good one Sissy-poo! Gotta admit, this one, would be a beat all, that's for sure." ...this Tsunami just smiles... Wa: "If I agree." ...and then has a strain mark, to 'amend'. "Sister." ...Tsunami grindingly 'prods', which Washu just smirks, and then turns her seat, to look back at the holo-display, showing the same information, that was being presented to Tenchi and company, elsewhere, at that moment. Washu of course, has to ask. "You 'sure', this is the same guy?"

"The same life force. Same soul." Tsunami more than asserts. Tokimi does the same, for her own. "It says he's from Nekomi. Is not that where 'those' other beings reside?"

Washu just smirks. "Interesting coincidence. But probably no more than that." ...as she inspects the presented data. "An orphan. I guess Noike will have something in common. Strange name though, for someone in this country."

"I cannot give information, of why, that is so, as yet Sister." Tsunami remarks, an abstaining Washu looks over, and sees a wariness, within those pink eyes. Washu doesn't push... "Sure, no need to go there yet. Although, such might be 'open' knowledge anyway, if you 'do' allow me, to conduct what you wish for."

"The idea, is absurd." Tokimi just blanches, Tsunami however reminds... "To prevent, as you put it, 'discarding' the soul, I am adjoined with, to the harm of Tenchi. I assure you, then this course, will be best." ...this Washu nods, Tokimi sighing, Tsunami adding... "Even if the procedure, is truly invasive. I admit my general unease."

"What? You don't trust my handiwork?" Washu eggs back. Tsunami just blanches back... "Given how you've treated Tenchi, it's no wonder!" ...which gets a good laugh from Tokimi, a good grumble from Washu, this before the red crab hair headed lass, joins in laughing anyway. "How else can science proceed! But enough about broken eggshells, and get to the yolk of the matter." ...this before Washu eyes Tsunami, rather sternly. "You 'do' realize, creating a physical format body, for you, will not be easy. This isn't exactly, a common event, you know."

"Nor is what I seek." Is all that Tsunami says. Tokimi sighs. "Pruning the leaves, like this, is not like you."

"At least I have enough Masu stored away, as well as data from Sasami, to go on. Plus others to come, and hence."

Tsui just twitters an eye. "Indeed."

Washu then turns around, typing some commands, upon a black holotop keyboard. "No promises on a timeframe yet. This is delicate stuff. Meanwhile, I am sure you already have plans, for this youngster, coming to our neck of the woods."

Tsunami just cutely nods, Tokimi rolling her eyes. "If this is all the 'adventure of enjoyment', you all espouse, then you all need an examination, of your celestial essences, Sisters."

"Already had my head examined, thank you." ...Washu cracks, then brings up a holoscreen, with relevant tracking data, of the subject in question. She then correlates her data, with such already given, by Yosho, this Tsunami had already 'uploaded' and hence such efficiency alluded to tracking data, that showed a blue colored line, that started from Nekomi, a distance south of Tokyo, and had now crisscrossed the Japanese island nation, about three times now.

"Didn't let him take the short path, I see."

Tsunami just alludes, to Washu. "Actually, I only prodded, and watched, where allowable. Dreams the usual medium of communication, if removed, at best. The rest of his path, is all his own."

"A wasteful journey, for one's own two feet." Tokimi judges. Washu however counters that. "It's easy for gods, to look down on their followers, with derision. But for those like Tenchi, who is as spiritual, as his grandfather, this kind of journey, finds what one wants, on their own terms."

"Ten Shrines." Tsunami remarks, a good bit of pride welling up, in her voice. Enough, that her chest, within her celestial kimono, raises of this. "Shrines similar to the Misaki Shrine here. A chance to experience life, all for his own sake. Plenty of stories and experiences, and even skills and comedy, to bring, all his own, upon his final arrival here. Even if some of it, has been testy at times." ...this Washu looks back, over her shoulder, Tsunami then adding... "...and others, at risk of his very life. All quite unintended, I portend."

Washu already had some hints, from her own investigation, this meeting, the second now being conducted, ever since Tsunami told her Sisters, of her intentions.

Such was asserted even more with, when Tsunami then looks at Washu. "I am prepared, to give all relevant data requested, on the basis of true confidentiality. This so as to protect Tenchi, and of my coming intentions. But also, to prepare him, for what is to come."

Washu of course, is gasping. "But those kinds of secrets..."

"...are worth it. The same I've already noted, from your daughter." ...Tsunami quickly counters. Washu saw, where all of 'that', was going. That was really why, hearing it a second time, was both intriguing to the mad genius, and terrifying. Energy, was the focus here, the same that Funaho-no-ki, had already confirmed. The same Kamidake II and Mikagami did as well. That all was apparently, only the cusp.

"A bold experiment, you wish for, Sister." Tokimi chides, but then adds, being eyed by two other Choshin. "What already with the 'other' Sisters, now in play. The timeline remains fluid. What you plan for, may not necessarily become, what you envision."

"I am willing to risk that." Tsunami simply replies. Tokimi wonders, if her Sister, had thought, all of this through. But, she finds her own interest... "My vote, is abstained here. For now." ...piqued. Tsunami nods. Washu just smacks her hands together. "Well, presuming all the other parties, are alerted, then we might as well get this new circus train, a-rollin!"

"How does a mechanical contraption, meant for trained animals, help us?"

Washu and Tsunami, just look... bland, (hear that moo-cow and all,) not even looking at their inexperienced Sister. Tsui just coughs, comically, as Washu just remarks. "It just does. Work with us T-babe." ...before she turns, and starts typing again. "Well, we got about a good day or so, before the new guinea pig shows up. Might as well start practicing, goddess babe."

Tsui of course, blares back at Washu. "Sister! I'd appreciate it, if my coming beloved, isn't used for your research, in such an invasive manner!"

Washu just counter 'back'. "Sorry, one promise, I won't be keeping. You should know better."

"Oh dear." Tsui 'and' Toki, just quip.

"By the way..." Washu then adds, Tsui blinking openly, knowing of whom is spoken to, as Washu addresses... "...I hear some ghost stories, can be romantic. This if Katsuhito is of any credence, to his tales."

That (distraction) just results, in Tsui, looking all glossy eyed, lost in romantic thoughts. Tokimi waves a purple clawed-esc hand, across Tsunami's face, before chiding at Washu. "Fine bottle of fermented paste, you forked upon her!"

Washu just teardrops. "And we really need to have you work, on your mortal comeback lines, Sis."

From there, more typing, before Washu then sends out a cloaked camera drone, to begin following the target. Already, her cursory scans, from far, had netted Washu, some interesting readings. Ones she kept to herself, for now, as her data begins to compile.

'Very interesting.' ...this Washu espouses upon...

...before it's all intruded upon by... "Washu! Yoohoo! Ms. Washu!" ...with a cute cry, of a little girl, added to boot! Washu just frazzles a bit. "And Mihoshi manages to find her way into my Lab, again."

Tokimi blinks, as Tsui looks totally lost, the former commenting... "I thought you sealed this portion of the your Lab, for this meeting?"

"Tell that to Mihoshi." Washu dryly quips, as Mihoshi appears, with a gurgling one year old, one with blue hair. "Oh there you are! Kiyone said it's your turn again, finally."

"Oh it is, is it." Washu eyes over, turning unto, as Mihoshi comes up, and hands over the little lass of a tyke. Washu smiling, as she cradles... "So that mean, selfish, nasty mommy of Tenchi's, let you see me again, right Mayuka?"

A cute gurgling squeal, is returned.

Tokimi just bemoans, with a slump of her shoulders. "I am still perplexed, by this side of you."

"Want me to bring up why again?" ...Washu replies calmly, as she produces a baby bottle, from a subspace portal, once again. Tokimi just shrugs, as Mayuka takes to the bottle easily. Just like Taro does, this Washu smiles. One that dies quickly, on hearing... "Ohhh! So that's who Tsunami is after. She didn't tell us upstairs, just now." ...this Washu blinks, before SEES... "WAIT! Don't touch..." ... "What?" ...Mihoshi looks over, a random button pushed on the console before her.

At least Little Mayuka, laughs at the explosions, (the usual goddess shield protecting.) All obscuring sensor sight of...

... ... ...

...one pathetic, drenched soul.

"I 'had' to keep walking." ...this the morbid sounding tone, of a wet carp akin mortal male, his ragged, dirty blond hair, essentially now a mop, fit for cleaning school flooring. A contrast of a style, where blond hair, looks as if it had been blow-torched, and left charred. Hence the dichotomy, as this soul (Washu: 'Life force.') ...-ERGH!- ...trudged on. His clothing of plain jeans, coarse leather jacket, multi-pocketed and worn, also with worn in (a lot) brown hiking shoes, and a current tan T-shirt, of a soccer ball, the wording on it, all but faded, after two plus years of use. The blue scarf he usually wears, was tied about his old US army issue backpack, with matching A.L.I.C.E. vest attachment, equally as worn and torn in. This as the scarf helped hold down the tied down effects, of a worn down boken, along with a mutli-tool spade-shovel-something, one (the former,) a gift from the Shinto shrine in Hagi, the latter, bartered for use at farms, near Shrines in Yamagata, Kumamoto, and Obihiro. The scarf of loose blue, helped tie down, his equally worn in bedroll, and sleeping bag. The bag itself was essentially stuffed, and heavier now, along with the rest him, and his accouterments, due to sheer water logging. Trying to dry himself, beyond slopping water off his head, is pointless, as he stops along the side of a dirt road, between farm plots, trying to dry off anyway, all the while, looking back at the dark cloud, that passed by him.

The mortal dope just sighs. "Good thing there was no..." ...before he sees a SHARP sight of... "...lightning?" ...so eeked, making him gulp. Such a good thereafter rumbling point he thinks, just stopping also, for a pointless review of sorts.

He could only guess, at this point of his current journey, that he was about a couple of days away, from this last Shrine, he was being 'steered' unto. Such if his dreams, once again of late, are of any testament. This yodel bloke wasn't sure. At least all the memories, were real. That last Shrine keeper in Obahi, still coming to mind. That Typhoon he hid away from, in those old World War II caves, the next immediate, off of the prior thought. So many places, wishes and dreams, come across along a journey, any one of a hundred places, this mortal of an orphan, could have stopped, and lived at, for most of his life, if he so chose.

If not for those nigh effervescent, teal hazed dreams. The atmosphere drying mortal just looks down, at the slowly stiffening ground, as moisture seeped in deeper, the poking of warm sunlight, helping both convection, and evaporation, this as a warm, moist wind, played an interspersed cooler vein, off the hills, far above, off his right Such reminded him, of those channeling dreams, ones he swore were more than alive, somehow.

It was at some lost point, that sound of an engine, of some light format, played across his ears, breaking him out of his daydreaming. Such he realizes to bonk his own head. "Aleaic Saloam Kerenska, you're doing 'that' again too." ...before looking around, the noise long since gone. He then stops, even so mindful enough, of quiet loneliness, or such, to think even of his own weird name. This before he stops that too, and then sighs, flapping his jacket, and sighing out. "Might as well start thinking of where to bed down again, here soon." ...this as he looks up, everything late enough in the day, for such concerns. Not much else to think about yet, as he was too far away from any towns or villages, to worry about better accommodations.

Which meant... "...dry rations too again. Heh." ...he just shrugs off, and then pulls out his boken, and starts walking off whence his direction cometh, twirling the thing, rather dexterously. Not much else for it, as he passes through a tree laden glade, heading south-wise.

A bored mind, he quickly turns back mindful of, as he reminds himself, of his spiritual intent again. Hardly one, dressed of proper Shinto garb, for a journey, but he was comfortable, for whom and what he was.

"Wandering help." ...he laughs to himself, looking up randomly. He squints thinks he sees a glint, in the partly cloudy sky. A mind wonders about that. Then promptly ignores it, as birds fly around, and then towards a local farmer of age, one Aleaic notes to a friendly boken held wave towards, before moving on further. Such a journey, is full of these little, end on end moments, where nature and serenity, just lead a soul on, with each step taken.

Not much more to it, than that.

Never knowing he's being watched either.

Not so, as about an hour later... "Okay, 'that' storm, don't look healthy." ...Al sighs, seeing a by chance of luck, metal overhang ad-hoc constructed shelter, a good hundred meters away, one he runs towards in time, before the stormy rains come. Again.

"Mister liquid rain-shine, is being grumpy today." ...as he waits out another storm, one he notes, again, unsure to him why... "...guess missus lightning is staying away, at least too... um... " ...he stops, confusing himself, before waiting out the heavier parts, of the ten minute storm, the remainder of the twenty or so minutes after, a light enough misting to walk through again, this time the effects, far more prevalent, than from the earlier storm.

All lasts as so, until, as he finds he's cresting a hill ledge, with a turn of the dirt path, one he finds rises quickly, to a plateau that brings him, to one of the favorite aspects, of his journeys. "Wow." ...with a nice and grand vista, of much of the immediate landscape, of central Japan. A lot of emerald coloration, rays of light poking through the clouds. Off afar, moisture, fog and rising mist from the trees, all combining for a nice, ethereal look. The sight of the far off ocean, off to his left, of hand, makes for grand encapsulation.

"Sure I'm not in Ireland? What from that book Nanny showed me?" ...he says to none, besides himself. This before he notes down below him, the dirt path he is upon, winds down to a proper roadway, one Aleaic sees, and warbles a light moan to himself. "I hate roads." ...this as that usually meant traffic. Not always the safest of conduct, for an on foot traveler. This all however, leads his sight up, to another far off sight, one he has a far more amicable tone. "I wonder if that's it finally. Okayama. Huh." ...though he then judges. "Hmm, not too close yet." ...as the sight of light smog, makes his judging accuracy, less than ideal. He just shrugs again, then looks back down, at his immediate obstacle.

"Hope I don't have to be on that road long." ...before he feels a 'nudge', one, again, once again, he can't explain, that just makes him shrug, and then nod. This as it's still early enough in the afternoon, traffic this far out, should not be a total worry.

... ...

-SEVERE-GASPING-PANTING!- "Of... all the times... for a convoy of... trucks! YAHHH!" ...or not, as a said mortal, has another mini-adventure, as well as a test of endurance, as he raced to avoid a train of six delivery trucks before he got ran over! At least he found another dirt turn off, before the oncoming sight of three various cars, about boxed him in!

"At... least... I only heard... horns... glah!" ...such not trying to think of, whatever curse words, were shucked at him, over those said horns! He then quickly skedaddles down the soppy path, out of embarrassment, before he recovers stamina further, resetting his boken, back on his backpack, and heading off from there again.

"Hope no one thinks I was going to attack anyone." ...said of bared teeth, hence his next roused strokes of stride, for a good half hour, from there. Otherwise, the rest of the day's journey, was quiet. That usual 'feeling', in the back of his mind, helping calm waters from there. The weather calming as well, as another tree, finds his sheltering, for that all too soon evening. It was too muggy and moist still, to consider a fire, though this close to a town, it wasn't wise to conduct. Not that it's needed anyway. Stumbling in pitch dark, wasn't a better alternative, to be certain.

His dreams, after a light 'rustic' dinner of old rations, and saved up store bought goodies, helped keep him warm anyway. But he 'did' agree to one thing. "Once I get to town, I find a hotel, or spa, with a shower. Pehww!"

Such ended day 826... or was it 827... of his journey. This as twilight met his dozing eye. Such he sees flying shapes, soon drift off with the darkness, as well, including one weird shaped 'version', that he swore (cleanly,) stopped in midair, making him blink back awake at an unknown, random point, before he sees nothing, and then just fades off again.

"That's it, no more week old, cold ramen. Ughch..." ...and those teal dreams, claim him once more. This time however, that certain night, sleep sure was far more restful. Things felt more 'clearer'.

Everything far more assured.

... ... ...

-Early evening, a familiar place, near the Misaki Shrine, near lakeside.-

Her version, of a flying patrol, comes back to her usual resting point, as she phases back into the residence. This an all but former space pirate, about nigh ever bothering to use the doors of the residence.

"Is he alright?"

Ryoko blinks her synthezoid eyes, as she sees... "Sasami?" ...who stands near one of the residence couches. Ryoko just shrugs, and flings his arms. "Sleeping under a tree. Tough enough guy at least, I guess." ...which, in combination of Tsunami's 'observing', allows the young Juraian princess, to take a good sigh of relief. Ryoko just looks warily, in turn, then hearing... "Guess all this, is really going to happen." ...this both sets of eyes turn, to eye a dark teal, short haired lass, her gray eyes a tad exasperated. Sasami simply responds back, lightly defensive of her 'other' self. "Of course it is going to. We all agreed to this."

"Agreeing, and liking it, are two different things, Sasami." Ryoko reminds back, even after discussions with Tsunami herself, the gang together, and Tenchi as well. Sasami just smiles, more than enough to not needing a poker face. "Yeah, but I still trust, what is going to happen."

"If it all works out." ... "No kidding." ...two 'different' versions, of Kiyone, remark back, one on top of another. This of one, silver haired, in a common farming work kimono getup, the other, in futuristic 'off-duty' garb. Other than Ryoko standing, Sasami by the couches, and Noike, leaning out of the kitchen window area, the others are around the floor table. This includes Ayeka, who adds, her lavender Juraian 'laid-back' kimono, lending to her steady voice. "I too am growing in wonder, about this particular person, I already have an unusual sense about. I am not yet sure why."

'Already sizing up Tenchi's replacement, eh princess?" ...which nets Ryoko a snarling... "Mind your own business, oaf!"

Kiyone just holds her hands up (the GP version...) "Okay guys, it's late here, and all." ...though Ryoko just prods up. "Still doesn't solve, how the bub will stay here, even if we let him still. Not like we have any rooms left, currently." ...this the pirate thumbs towards upstairs. This before she's BOWLED over, by a sudden in appearance (as always,) Washu! "Leave that lil snafu to me!" ...as the genius holds Mayuka, in her arms, while Tama-chan is behind her, holding something 'else'! (And Ryoko looks like road kill, for a moment.) Of course, before Washu continues, Kiyone (silver hair mommy,) suddenly lunges over, snap comically, as she yells... "My turn with Mayuka!"

A few giggle around, as a different form of 'warfare', has been alluding into the abode, as of timeline late. This with Mayuka, the 'reformatted' gene-born offspring, of a 'second chance', two years ago, after an incident with Yuzuha, left the genetic 'creation', of Tenchi and Yuzuha (planned by the latter, zilch by the former,) at death's doorstep. This before Washu stepped in, and created this second chance, using the genetic gemmite 'remains' of Mayuka, to create this (again) second chance. Of said lil such, the dark blue haired lil lass, giggling at the motherly battle, she 'more' than knows, she's in between. Of course, (technically, really so,) Mayuka was the daughter of the 'entire' clan, but most of the attention (when Misaki isn't around from Jurai, or even Seto,) was between Washu, and Tenchi's mother Kiyone.

Washu smirks, looking at Kiyone, her own story an 'adjustment' by Tsunami herself, that Washu remembers, from that 'agreement'. Instead of a Tenchi that only knew loss of a mother, it was instead, a mixed bag, this time. Kiyone was still now, quite alive, thanks to a hidden 'infusion', to Funaho-ki. Tsunami took deliberate advantage of the Gems of Washu, in cooperation with Tsunami's own powers, and Tokimi's assistance (what kind, not told to either Sisters, exactly,) that was of an additional reason why (off subject,) why Tenchi can wield at least Six Lighthawk Wings now, alongside the fact, that all Jurai ships, were at triple strength now. A complexity not really alluded to here, due to simple fact, that of one: Kiyone lived, as Tsunami wished, this for Tenchi's additional (if uncertain at times,) happiness. (Boy Kiyone was like her mother Airi, indeed.) Course it fit in with the rest of the clan well, now that the causality of the Misaki clan story, was 'up to date' now. More than one version combined, as it turns out.

This all, helping off set Washu's memory of the other 'mother', one of Achika no less, that died. That was a painful memory, as the daughter of Airi, the same alongside Minaho and Kiyone, sisters all, saw their youngest number, at the same time incident of invasive note, face down Kain. The entire incident went the same, as before. The problem with 'this' revision, that Washu wasn't kindly of unto Tsunami for, was that despite the amplification of Jurai Power, some dark aspects of their enemies, were just as powerful now. Or were. The stories seemed to all go the same, all around, but the enemies were just plain worse. Washu still didn't have an explanation of all such, even now.

What this meant, in particulars, was Achika used thrice her prior used amount of, Jurai power, the defeat of Kain via the same 'methods' (Dimensional Cannons are still a nasty toy,) took two 'more' years, from Achika's life. Tenchi learned of death, even earlier this time. Kiyone took over, with assistance from a currently absent Tennyo, (yup, she's around too, these days,) of being more than enough, of Tenchi's mother. Minaho and Seto were more around this time, until the days of Tenchi's maturing, where the whole story with Ryoko, began it all again. Tenchi was still these days, as Tenchi ever was. The difference here, was that Kiyone (silver hair,) never married Nobuyuki. Strange relationship, of an adoptive mother, and a father who still was too much into cameras, girls comics, and being a peeping tom. (Oh, and the architecture firm Nobuyuki ran, was a global hit, worldwide, this version go around. No money woes, this time around. Enough of that form of angst comedy, anyway.)

In this timeline 'version', Kiyone didn't much appreciate Ryoko at first, for flattening the house, and all the mess that led to Seto Bridge being a WRECK, and all dat. Nor Nobuyuki's peep foolery, prior to Ayeka's arrival, as a mother just 'too' lenient, with Tenchi having a girl, in his room. (That hidden fan dance of joy, Tenchi never saw, was just plain kooky. Still does it these days, as a strange cheerleader, during Ryoko v. Ayeka fights. Aye, she's nutz, dat Kiyone.) Course Kiyone's (silver hair,) hugs of Tenchi, blows the lid off the two girls, every day still. Laugh value included. They all 'knew' better anyway. Not just of familial joys either. Such the same, that Nobuyuki, now married to Rea (again,) essentially gave Tenchi a 'third' mother, which just adds to the family joys, and bouts of eye lightning bolts, when Tenchi's two 'mothers' eye each other. This before sake flows, well enough, anyway. (And then something breaks, at some point.)

Washu considers all of this again, in that split moment of seeing a motherly scene of joy, before a motherly 'genius', just nips back."Sure, you just go on being a mother there. Anywho, Tama-chan?" ...this Kiyone eyes Washu back dryly, before Tama-chan, the 'reformatted clone' of Washu, the after effects of an ancient experiment of Washu's, that Clay managed to abscond somehow, (doozy of a story, doozy of an aftermath, even now,) bounces over, the Mihoshi like tanned, white haired crab haired (maid uniform dressed still, for some reason,) holding a strange techno-controller unit. One Sasami alone sees, and cringes at. 'Both' of her.

"Here Little Little Washu-Washu-chan-chan!" ...Tama beams out, about causing cavities, galaxy wide, there and then, this Washu (normal and nutty, or... err...) takes the controller, and announces... "Okay, for our likely new coming home wrecker, I have just the thing! The Zonespace Fabricator, Material Formatter 6.912! I call it: Make a Wish Room Teleporter!" ...this the reserved faces, turn into aghast ones! (Even Ryoko has recovered, and scrambled behind Ayeka, using her rival, as a 'Juraian Shield'!) Washu just goes on anyway, with... "With this, and some handy Matter, say, some of the trees along the hillsides, around here, I can make as many extra rooms, as we need! And to boot, it can help repair all those pesky home repair messes that happen all the time, around here."

Kiyone (green hair,) just blinks... "That sounds useful." ...Kiyone (silver hair,) looks as well. "We have that silly problem a lot." ...which Mayuka burbles a giggle.

Ayeka/Ryoko: "Hey!"

Sasami of course blurts out. "Use the trees? Tsunami and I might object." ...which Washu haughts a laugh. "No worry! No worry! It can also use a stockpile, of pre-prepared construction materials, or even non-standard off world materials. However since we are in agreement that this new guy Tsui-Sis wants so badly in the sack..." ...that brings a blush to Sasami's face. Most certainly not just her... Washu: "...isn't supposed to find out yet, about who we all really are, just yet. Lookin at you Ryoko..." ...-Washu's 'number one',- "...that we'll just use stuff Nobuyuki used, in this place. Should suffice for a bloke that has been on foot, for two plus years."

"As long as you leave the house in place!" ...which nets looks, from the fem lot, as Tenchi is now in the front doorway, alongside Tennyo. (Wow, Tennyo and Kiyone 'are' clones. The daughter (actual) of Kiyone (silver hair,) dressed in similar a field work fashion, as Tenchi and Noike always are. Also, that whole sixty something years, Tenchi's senior, bound to a different Jurai ship. Later on all that.) This as Washu blinks at Tenchi, the vocal wary one now... "What? All as long as Mihoshi doesn't come near this thing."

Eyes turn now to a tuft of blond hair, poking up just above sight of the couch, opposite where Sasami stands. All bound and gagged, (and sleeping,) after the latest Lab incident. This just causes Kiyone (GP,) and Noike, to start waving victory bento fans, in reaction. (Again. It's a more subdued sight, this time. Unlike an hour ago.) Tenchi just droops his head, as Tennyo just pats Tenchi's back. "I'm sure Washu means well. Not like we can make another house, for one guy. That would attract anew attention, unwanted."

"Washu... meaning well..." ...Tenchi bemoans. Having a comical ulcer, of all the 'good times' Washu imposed upon Tenchi. It's a wonder Tenchi still has clothes on, even now.

"Aww... getting a gal hot and bothered, are ya Tenchi-kun?" ...Washu teases, the usual near nuclear result, from the two 'core' focuses, of Tenchi's strange love-life. And of course, ala Tenchi in simult... "WASHU!"

"Okay, hold your horses. Earth wise, or sixteen legged off planet version..." Washu quips, and just takes her controller, and proceeds to...

"What? Now?!" Noike blurts, before Washu just outright 'activates' her controller, one strangely shaped like a bulky fighting-game controller (again,) and in succession...

-Creak... grOAN... CRACK-SNAAAP-SNAP-SNAP-SNAP-HOUSE SHATTERING CRASH!-

Tenchi sure wasn't the only one, that ran like a bat outta heck, outside, into the dusk night air! Mayuka just anime bawling, as Tenchi BLURTS... "WASHU! What did you do?!" ...as the entirety of the gang (minus Mihoshi,) are using Tenchi as a shield! Washu just stands, still inside, (as Tama chan looks confused, teardroppingly so...) "Ahh... You all might need to fix up your rooms, before going to bed tonight."

"WASHU! / MISS WASHU! / DANG IT MOM! / MEOWW!" ...returns, from various sources. Mayuka just settles easily, soon enough, with Tennyo, Kiyone (both,) Ryo-ohki and Sasami assisting there. (Ryo-ohki, just ends up as a toy again. Best carrot muncher job ever.) Tenchi just blares, as Ryoko floats up, to survey the damage. "You mean we still have rooms, after all of that?!"

Washu just leans over, past the open doorway, and pats Tenchi's face. "Don't worry yourself over it. You'll get wrinkles like your Grandpa!"

"I think I might, after all!" Tennyo just balks, in kind back! Tenchi just streams tears, down his face. Ryoko then calls out... "Just how many dang rooms, did you just create?!" ...as the others warble with vocal confusion. Washu just pokes at her face, as the weird chibi-something looking Tokimi, then phases into sight. "She created twenty new rooms, from the looks of everything. Made a dimensional subspace quake, doing it all too." ...Tokimi dryly reports, Washu just comically cheers... "Well, genius strikes its cuteness, again!"

Tenchi just droops and streams tears drowning down his face. "So did my blood pressure." ...as Ryoko phases back down, Tenchi adding... "Where'd the 'materials' come from?"

"I hacked your father's account earlier. He won't mind."

"I MIGHT!" Tenchi blares back at Washu! Tokimi just shakes her head, then adding... "Tenchi might also mind, the subspace fissure effect, your device caused." ...this Washu !BLINKS!... "HUH?!" ...Tokimi adding, for her own reasons... "Nevermind the singularity it may cause; there are creatures inbound, types that Ryoko is familiar with."

"HUH?!" ...comes from the lot...

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...and a soon enough scream of comedy-terror, in soon after!

Above, at the nominal Misaki Shrine, Yosho sits, with his 'guard' still up, disguise and all, as he notes, still sitting in the dusk, candle lit office area. "Sounds like, things are lively as ever tonight." ...of an elder's voice. However across the table, where another sits, ignoring it all, in favor of... "Let them be." ...as she slides her hand over, a lonely GP officer, of womanly intent, eyeing Yosho slyly. Yosho smirks, as Airi remarks. "Now, it wouldn't be hooky, for my account, if I didn't take full advantage of it."

Yosho smirks his aged smile, in return. "Is that so?"

"Let's drop our guard, shall we?" ...as she makes motions of her free hand, caressing 'under' her shrine kimono. Yosho 'does' so, a 'younger' version, that Tenchi has already seen. Disguises, and more fall away, as does inhibitions.

Good thing all that far away residence noise (blasts and all,) made for a good cloak, of any 'extra' sound, that eve.

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"Are we ready to depart?"

Minaho just warbles back, as stiffly as she can. "Yes Lady Seto. Mikagami is ready to depart."

Seventh Holy Naval Admiral Kanemitsu Hirata, looks back from looking out at a holodisplay of space, as the powerful Treeship, of unique ringed sculpture, and architecture, for a starship, displayed only two Juraian escort cruisers, as protection, as they pulled away from the Jurai Orbital Spacedocks. This on short notice, and, to be certain... "We'll make Emperor Azusa mad, for doing this."

"So?" Seto only responds to Kanemitsu. The two aides just sigh and teardrop.

Seto then asserts, without fail. Her excitement is tantamount. "I'll be damned if whatever is about to happen, does so without my eye, on events." ...this Tsunami's friend, just smirks. "Whoever this soul is isn't of the eye of a goddess, without a damn good reason. And not just love either, I am sure of it."

The Devil Princess then informs... "Send word to Kamidake-Miuki rendezvous with us, at Seina's old stomping grounds. Around the Orbit of 0315-Planet 7, will do. Meanwhile, start information processes, for this 'Aleaic' person. I want to know everything."

Minaho trades a look with Kanemitsu, and then she bows. "As you wish, my Lady."

Upon this, Mikagami soon makes it's jump to spatial lightspeed. A good two days, to reach the Sol System, and from there... what? Even Seto, isn't sure.

But it all would be interesting. She for one, was sure of it.

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As was certain, an Astral form, mindful of the comedic chaos occurring there and then, a good fifty or so kilometers, from the Shrine, 'sits' down beside a long lost love. Now, certainly, more than ever. This under that pitch dark of a black tree, not even her own Astral form, had 'light' to coalesce format of an unseen ghostly shape.

There was only one point, to all of this. Simply: Proximity.

If Tsunami 'could' have been seen, her nominal self, regalia and all, would be there, sitting aside, behind where Aleaic slept. Her hand, 'brushed' along that mop of dirty-blond hair, although there was no tactile contact. It was essentially the 'same', of Ryoko, watching Tenchi grow up, for all those years, prior to her release.

'A few more days.' ...an unheard voice tells, unto nothing. All she said there.

'I still don't understand.' ...another voice appears, all Astral, as Tsunami recognizes, relating... 'You would, as you already said, if you had allowed yourself, unto Z. The same I intend to proceed here.'

Tokimi's Astral presence, around to the other side, of a silent... er... snoring, mortal. Tokimi notes this. 'Perhaps the first thing, you may accomplish, is the adjustment of his nasal cavity. Such may keep awake, the other mortals, in that said residence of chaos.'

'And to think, such was not of direct manipulation, of your experiments.' Tsui teases back, Toki just chuckling a shrug. Tokimi then plainly responds back. 'Our Sister, is replete in the same methods, as I am. Even if Washu isn't as fully aware.'

'Oh, she is. She knows all too well of her actions.' ...Tsunami remarks, Tokimi blinking. A hand of soft astral, still atop a mortal melon. The intent there isn't just to append to comfort wanted, yet abstained here. A dream is in progress, being vectored 'most' serenely. Tokimi blinks, as Tsunami explains the prior. 'How else, does one distract minds of our chosen kin, away from actions they would otherwise, dwell too much upon. Tomorrow should be a quiet day of normalcy. This I am sure.'

A murmur astral, from Tokimi, makes Tsui raise her head up. Tokimi just holds a silent smirk, one Tsunami blinks at. This before the teal goddess drops it, in favor of her chosen task. One she espouses upon. 'The days of Sentai, now lost, are now the days of Jurai. This time, I will hold you properly, upon your new world, and new of eyes.'

Tokimi, still unused to relationships, was plain uncertain once more.

And then a rather large BOOM sound, about jostles Aleaic awake! Tsui and Toki, for no real reason to realize, just anime-astral skedaddle away, from a nearly awoken Al! The mortal just raises his head, then plops it back down, too danged tired. "Bloody fireworks. -SNOXK-"

A quick trip back to snore-land, before Tokimi remembers herself. '...uh... why exactly did we run away like that? Or even 'run', in the first place?'

'I picked up traits from Sasami. So sue me.'

'Hope the cooking matches.'

Tokimi and Tsunami nod, but then realize a 'third' voice has suddenly joined them. And it wasn't Washu...

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-One heck of a lot of dizzy crew eyes, Washu included. Mayuka just sits on her tushie, clapping and giggling, after the Tenchi bunch, just fought off... "I can't believe there were so many of them. Bwaahll..."

"No... no..." ...Ryoko starts, sounding all dead cow, and all... "...no more space ghosts problems... glahhh..." ... "Mrhheoww..." ...a wasted cabbit, also 'accents'.

"Seconded..." ...a dizzy eyed Tenchi espouses, everyone back in the living room area. Kiyone (green hair,) just tones out, like she was run over. (Not far off...) "...thanks Washu, we really mean that."

"Yeah... I'm tha genius... ugh, my spleen."

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Tsunami just suddenly flusters, all astral and all, at the newcomer goddess... 'Not now! Don't you have your own empire to meddle with?!'

A white haired choshin just blanches back. 'Only for now. Like you don't know.' ...before Astraly phasing out. Tokimi just shakes her head. 'You knew this may happen, what with the dimensional shifts we created, with our experiments.'

Tsunami just ethereally sighs... 'That others would come? Not like such didn't begin what I am reigniting now. Such is still rude, overall. Still...'

It was the last a mortal was looked over, that night. The parting between goddess and host mortal, still a strain, enough to not press the matter further. But soon enough...

...more than soon enough.

(End Prologue)