Whoo!! I'm alive!! C'mon, you care, admit it! *silence * . . .You
guys are so mean to me. . . Well, here's the third chapter. Read it if
you're bored or something.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my own dignity.
Ch. 3: Sharp Senility
Our unknowing victim was calmly sitting outside, a forgotten teacup and saucer in his hands. He too, was pensive that morning, slowing taking in the usual scenery and letting his mind wander. Coincidently, his last thought before Ryoko reached (assaulted) him was also on Tenchi and his girl problems. He felt sorry for him actually. Tenchi is too kind a man for something like this to happen to him; he's the type of guy that supposed to meet his soul mate at seventeen and be set for life, not to choose one of many. Though the poor fool should realize the longer he waits the more pain it will come to in the end. Yosho resignedly shook his head.
During his thinking, tiny glowing balls one by one began to appear around his head, moving in slow circles. As he lifted his head to take a sip of his by now probably cold tea, he finally (openly?) acknowledged them. They stopped moving. The old man chuckled.
"And a good afternoon to you, Ryoko," he said as he tossed up his teacup. The orbs, set to strike the first thing that moved, sailed up and crashed into the cup, releasing a cloud of smoke. "And what brings you here this- !!" Yosho was silenced as two lean but strong arms wrapped around his neck in a chokehold.
"Come on, Gramps, I thought you were better than this!" He should know to never keep his back to the enemy. Eh heh, old fool, he should learn . . to . . .keep . . Where . . is . .his . .hand?!-HEY!!
"What the-!" While she was distracted Yosho put both hands on her arm, and, with ultimate Grandpa calmness, threw her over his head. She didn't go very far before she stopped in midair and came flying back. With a vengeance.
"You dirty old . . .!" After that there was a tussle. Before the human eye can make sense of it Ryoko was standing over a fallen but amused Grandpa, one foot triumphantly placed on his chest. She was also wearing his glasses. "Teaches you to grab on a woman's behind." This peaceful scene didn't last long.
"What in the hell?!" Two sets of eyes landed on a truly startled Ayeka. Anger started to set in. "Ryoko!! What are doing?! Do you have no respect for the elderly?! Get off of him! Geez, Yosho are you okay?!" She started to jog up to the man.
Ryoko jumped off Yosho and began to hover. "Whatever woman, he started it." Yosho gave a look that basically said, 'I started it. Right.' He brushed himself off. "Don't worry Ayeka, we were just having some fun. She plays rough but she means no harm I'm certain." This earned a smirk from the space pirate, who was already floating towards the steps.
"What are you talking about, boy? I was trying to kill you." Chuckling, she tossed back the glasses, which Yosho easily caught. "Enough of this; lunch has already started, and I'm hungry. I can take you on behind your sister's back anytime I feel like it." She disappeared down the steps, leaving Ayeka scowling, as usual.
"Ooh, demon woman!" She stopped when she noticed the oddest look on her brother's face. "Yosho, /are/ you okay? She didn't hurt you did she? You making an odd face." Yosho quickly blinked out of it and laughed, saying something about an old man and his thoughts. "We should head down for lunch," he told her, also heading for the house. Ayeka just shrugged and followed.
*~*~*~*
As the Masaki home was waiting for the rest of the members to return to start lunch (Sasami is always reluctant to begin meals when everyone wasn't at the table) Tenchi was sitting at his place, thinking about the strange turning of events regarding Ryoko. It was really odd. She seemed to be backing off from him a lot recently. And not like her usual Tenchi abstinence periods that she goes through to prove self-control or some such, because those never lasted more than a couple of days.
At first he was relieved, since there would be no more fights between her and Ayeka, but then he couldn't help but think he was missing something. Could she not care for him anymore? He carefully placed the subsequent pang in the hunger category. That would be good. One less person to hurt if she didn't love him anymore. Is she not coming to lunch either? Ayeka just left to collect everyone else so she can eat, since Sasami insisted on postponing until everyone came this time. What if she hates him now? He can openly feel sad about that; he doesn't want anyone to hate him. Oh, gods, what if she /left/?! Hey, where's Ryo-ohki?! Mihoshi's voice broke through his panic turning thoughts.
"Hey, Sasami, weren't you going to get Yosho? I didn't see him with you when you came back."
Sasami came in from the kitchen, with the mya-ing cabbit on her head. "Yeah, but I ran into Ryoko on the way up, and she said she'd get him."
Mihoshi came in with the question just before Tenchi asked it. "Oh. So is Ryoko coming too?"
"I'm pretty sure. I was shocked she can miss one meal. I doubt she'll push it with two," she smiled.
One wonders what category Tenchi would put his now beaming face.
A/N: You must excuse me as I get back into things here. I've temporarily stepped out of IB Hell and am slowly getting reacquainted with (legal) leisure time. If you want to see hide or hair of this story again, you're going to have to really bug me, because I'm as lazy as sin. But it will get better if I continue it; this was more of a 'Yep, I'm still here' chapter. Any comments, questions, criticisms, flames, and review bombs will be taken with open arms.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my own dignity.
Ch. 3: Sharp Senility
Our unknowing victim was calmly sitting outside, a forgotten teacup and saucer in his hands. He too, was pensive that morning, slowing taking in the usual scenery and letting his mind wander. Coincidently, his last thought before Ryoko reached (assaulted) him was also on Tenchi and his girl problems. He felt sorry for him actually. Tenchi is too kind a man for something like this to happen to him; he's the type of guy that supposed to meet his soul mate at seventeen and be set for life, not to choose one of many. Though the poor fool should realize the longer he waits the more pain it will come to in the end. Yosho resignedly shook his head.
During his thinking, tiny glowing balls one by one began to appear around his head, moving in slow circles. As he lifted his head to take a sip of his by now probably cold tea, he finally (openly?) acknowledged them. They stopped moving. The old man chuckled.
"And a good afternoon to you, Ryoko," he said as he tossed up his teacup. The orbs, set to strike the first thing that moved, sailed up and crashed into the cup, releasing a cloud of smoke. "And what brings you here this- !!" Yosho was silenced as two lean but strong arms wrapped around his neck in a chokehold.
"Come on, Gramps, I thought you were better than this!" He should know to never keep his back to the enemy. Eh heh, old fool, he should learn . . to . . .keep . . Where . . is . .his . .hand?!-HEY!!
"What the-!" While she was distracted Yosho put both hands on her arm, and, with ultimate Grandpa calmness, threw her over his head. She didn't go very far before she stopped in midair and came flying back. With a vengeance.
"You dirty old . . .!" After that there was a tussle. Before the human eye can make sense of it Ryoko was standing over a fallen but amused Grandpa, one foot triumphantly placed on his chest. She was also wearing his glasses. "Teaches you to grab on a woman's behind." This peaceful scene didn't last long.
"What in the hell?!" Two sets of eyes landed on a truly startled Ayeka. Anger started to set in. "Ryoko!! What are doing?! Do you have no respect for the elderly?! Get off of him! Geez, Yosho are you okay?!" She started to jog up to the man.
Ryoko jumped off Yosho and began to hover. "Whatever woman, he started it." Yosho gave a look that basically said, 'I started it. Right.' He brushed himself off. "Don't worry Ayeka, we were just having some fun. She plays rough but she means no harm I'm certain." This earned a smirk from the space pirate, who was already floating towards the steps.
"What are you talking about, boy? I was trying to kill you." Chuckling, she tossed back the glasses, which Yosho easily caught. "Enough of this; lunch has already started, and I'm hungry. I can take you on behind your sister's back anytime I feel like it." She disappeared down the steps, leaving Ayeka scowling, as usual.
"Ooh, demon woman!" She stopped when she noticed the oddest look on her brother's face. "Yosho, /are/ you okay? She didn't hurt you did she? You making an odd face." Yosho quickly blinked out of it and laughed, saying something about an old man and his thoughts. "We should head down for lunch," he told her, also heading for the house. Ayeka just shrugged and followed.
*~*~*~*
As the Masaki home was waiting for the rest of the members to return to start lunch (Sasami is always reluctant to begin meals when everyone wasn't at the table) Tenchi was sitting at his place, thinking about the strange turning of events regarding Ryoko. It was really odd. She seemed to be backing off from him a lot recently. And not like her usual Tenchi abstinence periods that she goes through to prove self-control or some such, because those never lasted more than a couple of days.
At first he was relieved, since there would be no more fights between her and Ayeka, but then he couldn't help but think he was missing something. Could she not care for him anymore? He carefully placed the subsequent pang in the hunger category. That would be good. One less person to hurt if she didn't love him anymore. Is she not coming to lunch either? Ayeka just left to collect everyone else so she can eat, since Sasami insisted on postponing until everyone came this time. What if she hates him now? He can openly feel sad about that; he doesn't want anyone to hate him. Oh, gods, what if she /left/?! Hey, where's Ryo-ohki?! Mihoshi's voice broke through his panic turning thoughts.
"Hey, Sasami, weren't you going to get Yosho? I didn't see him with you when you came back."
Sasami came in from the kitchen, with the mya-ing cabbit on her head. "Yeah, but I ran into Ryoko on the way up, and she said she'd get him."
Mihoshi came in with the question just before Tenchi asked it. "Oh. So is Ryoko coming too?"
"I'm pretty sure. I was shocked she can miss one meal. I doubt she'll push it with two," she smiled.
One wonders what category Tenchi would put his now beaming face.
A/N: You must excuse me as I get back into things here. I've temporarily stepped out of IB Hell and am slowly getting reacquainted with (legal) leisure time. If you want to see hide or hair of this story again, you're going to have to really bug me, because I'm as lazy as sin. But it will get better if I continue it; this was more of a 'Yep, I'm still here' chapter. Any comments, questions, criticisms, flames, and review bombs will be taken with open arms.