Disclaimer: I really don't own Tenchi or Naruto

A.N. I had actually been picking at this idea when I was left without internet and on a new computer with no way to access my old stories. I did some rough hashing out, but today I just felt like cleaning it up into something special. I hope you like it.

Ch. 1

"Washu, the greatest scientist in the universe," the pinkette scoffed bitterly, looking around the ruins of the destroyed Misaki residence. She cursed herself mentally, absolute self loathing evident in her figure and pose.

Abstractly, she had known she was once a goddess. One that sealed her memories away, for an experiment; to find the elusive kami. Despite her not remembering, she had believed her genius was enough to protect her friends.. no, her family.

And the worst part, was that she couldn't even tell who or what had done this. The ruins were so absolute, and toxic, that nothing remained. The greenery was wilted, the bodies were gone. The only thing that told her that this was the end for them.. she had tracers on each of them, that alerted her to their area and distress levels.

That the pure terror had lasted less than a second before the traces disappeared showed her she was not as genius as she had thought. If it had only been a second more.. she could have raised the defensive measures.

"Dammit!" she cursed aloud. Washu knew her arrogance was what destroyed her family. She had not initiated a fail safe on her memory, to release her memories as a goddess, if the danger was too lethal. She had thought it uneccessary- her abilities as a scientist was enough. Except it wasn't, and she was the one to pay.

With Tsunami gone, she could never remove the seal on her memories.. But she could leave this pain behind. What many did not realize, was that her lab wasn't part of the house- it was a sub space pocket that she could access at any time.

As she entered it, the portal fading behind her, she walked down the long, eerie halls. It had never bothered her before, but in the grief and emptiness, felt hollow, although the items around her whirred in passive motion.

Washu moved lethargically, her normal vibrancy non-existent. She flipped through the paper notes, fingering them with nostalgia.

They had been scribbled on the back of a table mat at a outer Tokyo sushi restaurant..

-flashback-

It had been an idle thought, while she sat next to Mihoshi and Sasami. Ayeka had been absent, along with Yosho, allowing Ryoko to sit alone with Tenchi.

But as Ryoko got drunk, the overt lustful behavior faded into somber depression.

"Hey, Ryoko? What's the matter?" Tenchi asked, hesitantly. Life had been getting better for all of them, and he didn't understand the dark spiral Ryoko seemed to be doing here.

"I spent so long.. controlled, betrayed," Ryoko murmured. "If I could do it all over again, I would. Despite everything.. I want to be free of these feelings."

The drunken confession and eyes welling in tears had Tenchi taking Ryoko in a loving embrace. He knew he'd catch hell for it later, but he wasn't about to watch someone dear to him melt down.

Washu, Ryoko's "mother", had other thoughts. It was then she created, if not refined, the procedure to reduce a persons age and erase their memories. If Ryoko ever asked, she could have that childhood.. and Washu would be the mother that Ryoko needed, but never fulfilled.

-end flashback-

She buried herself into her work for two weeks, barely eating and drinking. The weariness tore her down, and in her last steps she weakly put herself into the capsule.

This capsule was the realization of all her work. It would flood with an enzyme that would break her body to energy, reforming it again, mostly. She would lose her age, the excess energy converting into both the power to send her into one of the many dimensions not under her purview, and put a lock on her memory.

A lock, that under great danger and killer intent, would crack, to release her memories again.

In this world, Haruno Kizashi died, leaving Mebuki a childless widow. In this world, Mebuki, unable to subsist on chunin income alone, retired, becoming a guard for a merchant caravan. She never planned on returning to Konoha... But one pink haired, malnourished infant changed all of those plans.

With a child of her own, she returned to her husbands clan compound, before selling the property and moving into a modest apartment, opening a well loved bakery.

In this world, Haruno Sakura, named in honor of her decease husband, became a well loved toddler, no memory of the pain.

In this world, she was a year old when the Kyuubi attacked.. and everything came flooding back.