Yosho's Tales...
Author: Daferge
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Disclaimer: Tenchi Muyo! is a copyright of AIC/Pioneer Ltd.
All respective characters are property of their original owners. All original characters and ideas are the property of the author...
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Yosho's Tales...
Chapter 14... Babysitter...
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( Masaki house, in town... )
Nobuyuki Masaki was nervous as well as excited about the pending trip...
It was to celebrate his recent promotion and raise...
Not only would it be a long way from any family members, it would be the first time he and his wife, Kiyone, had had any time alone since the birth of their first born, Tenchi...
His eyes checked his bags were all pack, as were his wife's, waiting by the door to be put in the car...
And the timing was just right...
For this was the time of the year that he and Kiyone traveled almost halfway around the world to attend an unusual festival in the American desert...
A strange, wonderful event, called 'Burning Man'...
Years before, a friend had talked them into attending and they'd been returning every year since...
And since Tenchi's birth, several years before, they had even taken him along with them...
However, his father-in-law, Katsuhito, had suggested that they leave Tenchi home this year...
Sort of a second honeymoon...
They were just waiting for the new babysitter...
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And the only thing that could spoil it, would be if Tenchi and the sitter didn't hit it off...
It seem that out side of family members, many sitters felt strange when sitting him...
They said it was as if some thing or some one was there the whole time they were there...
An unseen presence that seem to be watching and observing...
And then there was the soft sound of giggling?...
Needless to say, many didn't do return sittings...
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Nobuyuki just hoped that this new sitter could do the whole week, he didn't want to bother Kiyone's father again, as the rest of the family also had plans this week...
A knock on the door broke his train of thought and he got up...
A soft sweet voice floated in the air...
" Would you get that dear?... I'm just getting Tenchi dressed... "
The tall, dark haired male smiles...
A good job that he liked, a loving wife and a son to carry on his name, what more could he ask for?...
He walked to the door and opened it...
Standing there was a young female with light hair, holding a package in her arms...
For just a moment, as she tilted her head slightly, he thought she looked a lot like his wife, Kiyone...
But that was silly, he knew all of Kiyone's relatives, her mother and father...
It must have just been the light...
He invited her in and showed her the living room...
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Before she sat, she handed him the package...
" The post man asked if I would give this to you, he was running behind... "
Nobuyuki smiled, being the start of the week, the mail usually was heavy and the post man was had a lot of deliveries along this street...
He thought of his father-in-laws place, well out side of town, the path to deliver mail there was for the younger post men...
A quick look at the address on the box said it could wait till he got back and didn't need his immediate attention...
Probably ideas for a new project the guys at work wanted his suggestions on, it could wait...
As he set it on the table, the love of his life and their son descended the stairs...
She always looked like an angel when she came down those stairs and he couldn't help smiling...
They'd have almost a whole week and he would have her all to himself...
He smiled at his son in her arms...
Sorry, Tenchi, but it's pappa's time to have all of your mother's attention...
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Turning his attention back to the others, he watched as Kiyone handed Tenchi to the sitter...
The girl smiled and seem to be a bit nervous, she must have heard the stories about sitting Tenchi...
He was still small for his age, but Nobuyuki remembered being told that he had been small too, getting taller latter...
She sat down in the recliner, resting Tenchi in her lap, her arm under his head...
Both Nobuyuki and Kiyone smiled, if there was to be a reaction, it would have already accrued...
Shaking a fist and shouting 'YES! ', didn't seem the right thing to do...
As Nobuyuki took the bags to the car, Kiyone took a last look at Tenchi, asleep in his sitters lap...
As she was about to close the door, the sitter started to hum a quiet tune and Kiyone stopped...
For a moment, it sounded like the tune her mother use to hum to her when she was little...
Nobuyuki's voice caught her attention and shaking her head, she closed the door before joining him in the car...
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As the girl heard the car drive off, she continued to hum the tune that her mother had hummed to her when she was little...
A movement at the kitchen door caught her attention and she smiled, continuing to hum...
A tall, light haired male stepped into the room, wearing the robes of a Shinto priest...
Looking at the two in the chair through his wire-rim glasses, he sighed...
" SO!... It is you!... "
The girl smiled, but said nothing...
" Does your mother know where you are, young lady?... "
A soft sweet voice floated out of the kitchen, followed by it's source...
" Of course she does!... "
A mature female, with white hair appeared at the kitchen door...
As the young girl giggled, the male shook his head...
" It's nice of you to keep referring to me as 'young lady', but I am into my 60s... Grandfather... "
Katsuhito Masaki sighed, he knew a losing thing when he saw it...
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" Now Tennyo, you have to remember that until you're at-least into you second hundred years, you're still a youngster according to your grandparents... "
Kiyone Masaki wasn't just referring to her 700 year old ( plus ) father and mother, but their parents, who were into their first or second 'Thousand' years...
Long life had it's pros and cons, it's good sides as well as it's bad...
Walking past her father, she stepped over to her daughter and held out her arms, a tear in her eye...
With a smile, Tennyo Masaki handed her little brother carefully to his mother...
It had been decades since she had last held her son in her arms, all do to a mad monster 's desire to have his own way...
The only ones tat even knew that she and her daughter existed at the moment were her father, a prince in hiding and the goddess Tsunami...
This might be the only time that she got to hold him...
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Exchanging places with her daughter, Kiyone settled into the chair with her beloved first born...
Her attention was only brought back to the present by the sound of a familiar motor, a camera motor...
She looked up to see her father, pointing her husbands 8mm camera at them, recording this for the future, just as Nobuyuki had done countless times in the past ( or future )...
Nobuyuki had a large box of film and several cameras, ready to record things...
Some times, what seem like the silliest things...
She didn't even attempt to wipe away the tears that were forming, she was so happy...
When the time came, this film would be there to let Tenchi know that not even time it's self could keep her away from getting back to him...
Even if for just s short time...
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( Later... )
Tennyo and her grandfather watched as mother and child slowly dancer around the living room to the tone she hummed...
Katsuhito smiles as he recalled her preforming the the same dance with a tiny Tennyo, decades before...
This too he recorded for a future time...
And as they danced, a smiling Tenchi reached up and touched his mother's face...
As the dance ended, Kiyone kissed him on the forehead, as she always did, before she put him to bed and handed him to his smiling sister...
Smiling, she bowed slightly to them before heading up the stairs, to give him a bath before bed, humming the tune her mother had hummed a thousand time to her as she was growing up...
A tune that one day Tenchi would be humming to his little daughter...
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( On the way home... )
As Katsuhito drove, Kiyone reran the past few hours in her mind...
He broke the silence...
" You'll be able to make it over again several times more, before they return!... "
Kiyone smiled, but there was a sadness...
" I know... But all things come to an end, too... "
Katsuhito didn't reply, he had an idea where this was going...
" It will be at 'Burning Man' that Tennyo is conceived... Just as Tenchi was several years ago... "
He said nothing...
" Upon my become pregnant with Tennyo, the 'curse' will take effect and sweep me and her, into the past... "
There was something he had to ask...
" Then why did you have me suggest they leave Tenchi behind?... "
Kiyone goggled...
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" Because, father... I wanted a daughter... And the way things were going, it would have been the last chance we'd have... "
She paused...
He still said nothing, there was nothing to say...
" Besides, it's never a good thing to try to avoid your fate... "
She paused again...
" Is it?... Lady Tsunami?... "
Katsuhito's eyes widened as he heard giggling coming from the back of the car...
Keeping his eyes on the road, he sighed as he heard a soft voice...
" I love you father... "
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( Around the world... )
At the entrance of the small tent, Nobuyuki Masaki looked across the open area at the burning castle, the first of many to be burned during the next few days, watched by the tall male figure...
It had been late when they got here, but that didn't matter...
Having seen how hectic things could get a good friend, who spent the rest of the year moving other peoples things had an idea...
A group of people would get together, get the the site early and spent the time setting up tents and such for friends who wouldn't have the time ( and in most cases ability ) to set them up themselves...
This allowed more people to enjoy the evens with fewer worries, all they had to do was move their stuff into the tent...
Nobuyuki and Kiyone had been driven to the 'front-door' in an old army jeep and let off...
Inside, they discovered a trunk with their stuff, ready for them...
An old army cot was set up in the corner, the netting that covered it like a tent could give extra privacy...
It seem his friend had head he and the little woman were coming alone this year...
He bet his father-in-law had called ahead...
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Standing in the opening, in his underwear, he watched people past by, also watching the fire, a good distance away...
Being down wind, there was the aroma of the different burning woods used in the castles constructions, as well as other oils used to paint it...
He could also feel some of the heat of the fire...
All part of the experience...
Suddenly, he could feel a naked female body press against his bare back and a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his body...
As he smiled, none of the people passing by gave them a second glance...
" Come back to bed dear... I'm cold... "
He couldn't help smiling, during the day it would get into the 80s or 90s and with the heat of the fire, it was still warm...
But who was he to refuse a ladies request...
Shortly there after, any one passing the tent would have heard lots of giggling...
If they had cared to stop and listen...
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To be continued...
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