The Light Angel Chronicles.
The Key Tenchi Characters are not mine. They were created by someone else. Do NOT SUE me.
PROLOGUE: LIFE CONTINUES
It was a sunny Friday in springtime when an unfortunate teenage girl found herself in a compromising position involving the popular school playboy and the girl's locker room.
"I said cut it out!" She grunted, instinctively forming a tight fist with her right hand.
"Stop playing hard to get," he purred as he put his lips to hers, "I've seen you watching me before classes… you want to kiss me. You wont regret it."
"Juichi, I will kill you before I let you take my first kiss," she growled, as her face colored a passionate red, "I turned you down, leave me alone."
"That's what they all say," the boy grinned. He moved in a little too close and too fast. The girl brushed him aside as he fell forward fumbling for something solid to grab. He caught her skirt and tore it half off.
The girl shrieked as the boy climbed up to embrace her again.
"Errr…I didn't mean…"
"PIG!" she cried, "I'll…." Just as she began to feel the warm glowing sense of power form in her hand the door to the locker room flung open to reveal the school principal and several faculty gazing in disapproval.
"Tease!," Juichi cried knocking the stunned girl up against a locker, "She told me she had to speak to me about the class trip and lured me in here to show me her panties!"
The administration said very little, but they did tear the two apart and escorted the scandalous two towards the principal's office without hesitation.
Megami Masaki could not tear her eyes form the sakura blossoms which spun from the trees and danced across the pavement on the grounds of her prominent Okinawa high school. It was difficult enough for any normal Japanese high school girl to attend school on such a nice day, and the word "normal" was a gross understatement when speaking about Megami.
"We do not tolerate this type of behavior at our school," spat Mrs. Hokotu, the principal.
Megami squirmed in her chair trying to tune out the hysterical woman. She looked away from the window long enough to gaze scornfully at Juichi who wore a cloaked grin.
"And most of all, Miss Masaki you are the last student in this school whom I would expect this type of behavior from!"
At fourteen, Megami Masaki was the youngest student in her school, captain of the kendo club, class representative, and advisor to the science club…she was also the sovereign to a bloodline which blended royalty and divinity.
Prodigy, princess, demi-goddess… all of these words still sounded superfluous when Megami heard them. After all, only a few years ago she thought her family was painfully normal and boring.
Mrs. Hokotu continued her tirade,
"…and your mother is on her way right now to pick you up!"
"YOU CALLED MY MOTHER," Cried Megami, "N-no!"
"Yes, yes I did Miss Masaki, and she was very angry. We took you into this school with our great pride at stake, your academics are our first priority. We can't have you falling in with a bad crowd in 9th grade!"
"But you called my mother," the girl nearly shrieked.
"Your mother has contributed to building a new wing of your old school, as well as many committees on student safety, she is a respected-"
Before the principal could finish the door flung open. Ryoko Masaki entered the room, golden eyes blazing with anger.
"Why… why did you call my mother," Megami moaned as she lay her head on the glass of the window and took her last glance at the serene sakura blossoms below.
"Snuck into the girls locker room with a boy? Oh come on Ryoko, you must be proud-"
"Proud?" The Cyan haired woman spun on her heels and glided over to her daughter who sat close with her back to the scene of the argument. The Masaki house always seemed full of life. There was always some sort of argument or another. Usually between Washu and Ryoko, or Ryoko and Megami. Only Sasami seemed able to quell the fireworks, and they were both out running errands with the twins, Nobe and Shuya.
"Why would I be PROUD Washu? My daughter cornered an upper classman with a bad reputation in the GIRLS locker room and showed him her underwear!"
"Why not?" Washu faced her daughter and smiled, "you did worse to Tenchi you know, and we were all getting worried about Megami, she's so shy! You know she's never been kissed?"
"Grandma!" exclaimed the girl spinning her head around. She gazed at the scientist in horror.
"Its true isn't it?" Washu asked, "I know it, Nobe stole your diary from your room one day while you were shopping with Yui…. The pages just fell open and."
"You read someone else's diary!" Both Ryoko and Megami shrieked.
"Well, it was just lying there, its not quite as juicy as Ryoko's diary but…"
"I believe Megami,"
Tenchi Masaki was used to arguing in his household. Ever since age 17 when his beloved, yet destructive wife Ryoko floated into his life, chaos was never far off. Tenchi was accustomed to this sort of ineraction.
"Tenchi," protested his wife, "the principal saw her… with her skirt half off and-"
"Meg-chan has always been a good girl, and as Washu said, shy. I believe it was an accident like she says."
"Thanks dad," chirped the girl as she leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek.
"Good evening ladies," interjected an older man from the foyer.
"Butt out!" The three replied without turning.
As Noboyuki Masaki entered the kitchen. By the protruding vessels visible on Ryoko and Megami's foreheads (not to mention the wry grin on Washu's face) he could see that it would have been best have ignored the formalities and snuck up to his room as he had learned was best when this trio was caught up in a heated argument.
"I'll just show myself to my room,, " he laughed awkwardly, "That is unless Megami wants to talk to her grandpa about the dating rituals of high school girls these days?"
Megami shot Nobuyuki a look of mortified confusion, and the matter was settled as ther older man scampered up stairs to his room.
"Have Sasami get me when dinner is ready!" He called right before he shut the door behind him.
Chapter 2: School.
High school, as Megami soon figured out, was far more difficult than the homeschooling Washu had given her since childhood. Most children Megami's age would agree that spending an afternoon solving problems of advanced quantum physics, or translating primitive intergalactic epics into several earth languages, modern and ancient was far more difficult than a trip to the local shopping center, but for Megami, it was what she knew and what she could count on doing right.
Of course, as were her parents, Megami was naturally athletic. After the incident with that man, when she was 9, Ryoko agreed it was time for her to practice combat readiness and tone her swordplay skills. As she had with science, math, language and just about everything else, Megami was a fast and eager learner.
All of this made her a natural candidate for the best rated high school in Okinawa, but Megami had originally wanted to attend the high school her father had. Now, at age fourteen, she was the youngest second year student the school had ever seen, and still Megami had to tone down her wealth of knowledge.
Here is what Megami knew nothing about; flirting, boys, fashion, the catty games her female peers played with one another. Megami Masaki knew very little about being a high school girl. Of course she listened to some of the modern music on the radio, but she preferred classical, big band and older rock music to the manufactured pop stars her peers worshipped.
When Megami had originally entered middle school, she was immediately popular with the boys.
And while she was undeniably attractive, she blushed bright red the minute any of them payed her any attention. This is when she became a bit of a challenge for the older boys. Who could "get" the one girl who could kill them in a kendo match, school them on the volley ball court and yet would turn and run at an invitation to the spring dance.
As quickly as her popularity had grown with the boys, she gained the ire of many girls, as was demonstrated in a cruel hazing joke in which a group of girls cut up her school uniform during gym class.
"I could easily crush any of them with a flick of my pinky," Megami thought to herself as she walked through the halls in her shredded skirt and sailor top. Her childhood friend Yui comforted her and swore it would get better. Instead Megami decided it may be best to test for high school early and reinvent herself.
At her new school Megami decided it best to maintain an image of cool confidence. She remained emotionally distant from these classmates, and they loved her for all her mysterious brains and beauty. Here, at Juban High School she was an unattainable idol. Because of her calm demeanor she was voted class representative. As for crushes and boys, however, she decided it best to ignore the matter all together. If she showed no interest, surely the girls would not shun her as in her old school.
Instead, both the girls and the boys blushed when she walked into a room. Still, the girl had no romantic interests or real friends at this school but it was better to be solitary and looked up to than hated and harassed. Sure, every now and then someone like Juichi would make an advance. Until now Megami had been able to thwart it with a quick palm to the chest and a cold glance. Why was this time so different?