SHATTERED MIRROR
Part 7: The Mongoose and the Snake
by Emily "Mink" Koh
***
Three years ago from present day: Earth.
"Ha~i! Today's dinner is Sasami's tonkatsu with special sauce!"
The word "tonkatsu" had the family surround the table greedily. Tenchi came to the table, and noticed that Ryoko wasn't there -- nor was Kiyone -- and already, Aeka had looked up. Unlike Ryoko, she was concerned about everyone's whereabouts and did not quarrel over seating when Ryoko wasn't there. // Almost like she realizes it's a game of some sort, // Tenchi thought, stifling a smile.
"Where's Ryoko?" he asked the same time she did, taking a seat near Sasami.
"She and Kiyone went off to the mountains," Mihoshi answered, taking a sip of her water. "Kiyone wanted to 'talk.'"
Washu lifted an eyebrow. "This should be interesting," she said. "I wonder if it's going to be a GP officer-slash-space pirate duel out there? If it is, I'm going to watch!"
"Washu-san!" Tenchi said. "I . . . I don't think Kiyone-san would --" He paused, and facefaulted. "Well, Ryoko would."
"My point exactly," Washu said.
"What do you think they're doing together?" Aeka asked.
"Maybe they're starting a new friendship!" Sasami said hopefully. "Not that Kiyone-oneechan and Ryoko-oneechan haven't been friends, but you know -- well, since they're both 'opposites,' maybe they're bonding?"
"Somehow, I doubt that, if Ryoko's involved in this," Tenchi said uneasily.
"Mou, that wild woman! She's probably going to murder Kiyone-san out there," Aeka fussed. "And what was Kiyone-san thinking, asking Ryoko-san to go out there with her?" She shook her head.
Indeed, Kiyone was wondering the same thing herself.
She had found a lofty hill nearby the mountain sides, and Ryoko was sprawled next to her, chewing on a blade of grass. Kiyone gnawed on her lower lip, trying to find the right words to say this to her. She didn't want Ryoko to panic.
Noticing Kiyone's tense actions, Ryoko laughed. "What is this? A love confession?" she teased, poking the other woman. "Just so you know, I've got Tenchi." Then she arched an eyebrow curiously. "Unless you're telling me you're going to be a rival, too!" A smirk appeared on her lips.
"No way," Kiyone said, grinning. "Are you kidding? Tenchi-san is who I think more of a little brother."
"Let's hope so!" was all Ryoko said.
More silence. "So what was it you wanted to tell me *all* the way out here?" Ryoko asked. "That was a long walk, you know!" She picked up a disgruntled Ryo-ohki by the scruff of her neck nearby. "And bringing her too!"
Kiyone shifted uncomfortably. "Uh . . . well, this isn't 'bonding' or anything," she said quietly. "Please don't panic what I'm telling you next, okay? Promise me?"
Ryoko scowled. "Just spit it out," she said impatiently.
Kiyone pursed her lips. What should she say? 'By the way, some space pirates that you failed to pay back money to -- well, they've found our your locations somehow and they collectively are planning to hurt you and our family on Earth. Oh, and don't forget, the Galaxy Police finds this is the perfect opportunity to be after your tail, now that they also know about your whereabouts.'
She sighed. She didn't know what Ryoko was going to -- stay on Earth? Their entire family try to fend off a bunch of vengeful space pirates *and* the Galaxy Police? That last part was what nagged Kiyone. Mihoshi, she realized, wouldn't care too much -- but Kiyone had split loyalties.
She wondered if this was what it was like to be a spy -- have split loyalties. Her commanding officers had always told her that being on Earth, living with the Earthlings -- it was all part of a great scam, they told her. Great undercover act.
But it had never been undercover. How could she explain this? Mihoshi had been on Earth for longer than she had -- it had been purely accidental on Kiyone's part that she had chased those criminals to Earth that fateful day. And then when her ship had needed repairs, GP had managed to relocate her as in charge of the Sol System patrols along with Mihoshi.
That had been her career downfall -- but it had been the beginning of her new family. They had welcomed her in -- her, a stranger! -- so easily. Well, Kiyone had realized that if this boy -- Tenchi -- had other alien women living with him, he was probably used to the idea of more strangers. And he *had* confided in her that she was "the normal of the bunch," and Kiyone was satisfied with that remark [she had made no attempt to disagree either].
"What is it?" Ryoko probed, sighing, bringing Kiyone back to reality. "Come on."
"The truth is, Ryoko --"
And then the whir of the spaceships came. In alarm, both of them stood up -- Ryoko in ignorance and impatience that Kiyone's interesting piece of news was being interrupted, and Kiyone in fear. She hoped at least it was the space pirates after Ryoko -- that would be the primary distraction that the Galaxy Police would be after.
Luck, as she soon found out, was not on her side today.
---
Present day: Jurai.
"Liar," was only what Ryoko murmured under her breath. "That is a *lie.* Two-faced backstabber."
Everyone shifted uncomfortably, but didn't contradict her statement about Kiyone.
// To save face? // Tenchi wondered morosely.
"Sasami-chan," Kiyone suddenly blurted. "I have to know. Galaxy Police informed me that *you* were the one murdered." Unaware of the looks she was attracting to herself in the room, she kept going. "Why are you still here, then?"
An audible gasp escaped from Aeka's lips, and others who had not been informed did a double-take at the young blue-haired princess.
"That is not true," Sasami said slowly. "No one murdered me."
"Well, of course not!" Aeka said indignantly. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here --"
"I chose that path myself."
A moment of confused silence roamed the room hungrily, picking at their souls. The silence was deafening -- and questions hung in the air. But no one spoke.
Ryoko suddenly got up. "I . . . I need fresh air," she demanded curtly.
"Ryoko!" Tenchi hissed. "Come on. Stop avoiding it."
"Avoiding *what*, Tenchi? Don't make me the bad guy," she snapped angrily, and he was stunned by her statement. "You're just as guilty as anybody else here. We're *all* guilty. So don't act like the peacemaker." Ryoko's head felt like it was going to crack. Hateful words. She was yelling at her dear Tenchi --
No. Tenchi was never her's, had *never* been her's to begin with.
"There's a veranda across the hallway," Sasami said gently to Ryoko. "In that empty room." She gave a reassuring smile. "Just come back when you're feeling better, okay?"
The space pirate left, then.
And then someone stood up.
"I'm going with her."
---
[Flashback]
The ships scared Aeka. There were too many, she noted. The ship from Jurai, the Galaxy Police shuttles -- endlessly and countlessly piling on top of each other in the Masaki yard. She wanted to shut it all out: hadn't she left this world behind?
"Hime-sama!" The familiarity of the voice scared her. Looking up, it was the same elder from the Jurain Council. "Your presence is required back on Jurai."
So sudden, so unexpected. This was *not* how she was supposed to leave Earth. In fact, leaving Earth hadn't been one of her plans!
Meanwhile, the Galaxy Police officers had were patting Kiyone on the back. Aeka frowned. Since when had Kiyone gotten back from her "walk" with Ryoko? And where was that devil woman anyway?
"Your father is gravely ill. Both Funaho-sama and Misaki-sama requested that you come back and act on the behalf of your father."
"Congratulations, Kiyone," one of the officers said. "Targeting Ryoko! We almost had her -- the other ships are going after her."
"Why can't they act for themselves?" Aeka replied indignantly to the Council head -- a reply that cost her a look from her family, Tenchi's shock, and Sasami's shaken trust. She heard what the GP officers had said as well but it did not register in her mind completely.
The head of the Council gritted his teeth. "It is their request that you return. I do not enclose details nor know the reasons," he replied staunchly.
"I didn't!" Kiyone protested in the background. "I --"
"We also nagged the space pirates that wanted her neck . . . so many catches!"
"If it's a request, I don't have to follow it, right?" Aeka's voice was sharp. Where was this coming from? This was her duty! Kiyone's pleas fell on deaf ears to Aeka.
"Oneesama!" Sasami's voice displayed her appalled state. "How can you say such a thing? You must go back -- *we* must go back! If Father's still in critical condition, someone must obey his requests." Her voice was pleading. Why was her sister being this way? So selfish?
"Come on. You've got to get back to headquarters; Boss is very pleased."
"Where's Ryoko-chan?" Washu's question was innocent.
"I refuse to go back," Aeka said. Too many conversations. Her head was starting to spin, and she was slowly beginning to block everyone out.
"Oneesama!" Sasami's shock was apparent. "You can't do this!"
"I can too, Sasami. Okaasama can act on his behalf! I am . . . spoiled! She cannot expect me to do such work!" Aeka's voice was trembling. She didn't know this day would come this soon. So unexpected. They were going to take her away from her Tenchi -- her eyes fell on him, and he glanced at her: curious, confused.
"Aeka-hime!" the Council head said sharply.
"Fine. Oneesama." Sasami's voice had turned into a stranger's. Aeka stared at her sister, surprised. "If you're too *childish* to handle these responsibilities -- in such a situation! -- I'll go in your place." Her voice trembled too: but with anger, not the fear that Aeka held. "I'll act on your behalf -- or just as myself, in fact. You're not worthy if you don't care about Otousama and Jurai!"
"I do!" Aeka's voice was adamant. "Sasami --"
"There's nothing else to be said," Sasami said curtly. Tears were filling her eyes but she refused to let them spill. "Oneesama . . ." That plea was begging, but after that, she did not say anything else. "How soon must I leave?" she asked the head of the Council.
"'Ryoko-chan'?" one of the GP officers snickered behind them. "Captured. Well, to-be, anyway! Thanks to Kiyone, we've managed to tag her down."
"No! That's not true, that's --"
Tenchi's voice chimed in with disbelief. "What?" he said quietly.
"Tenchi-san! You know very well that's --"
Aeka shut her eyes. She couldn't hear them anymore, they were a blend of voices.
"As soon as we can. Tonight, if your time allows it," the Council head said gravely.
Sasami's breath drew in deeply. "So soon?" she said sadly, but lifted her chin once more. "All right. Just give me a few hours."
"Agreed."
And as Sasami and the Council head entered the Masaki home, leaving a stunned Aeka, her ears finally heard what was said.
"You did *what* to Ryoko-san?" she said softly to Kiyone.
[End flashback.]
---
Ryoko leaned against the railing on the veranda. The breeze tickled her lightly, and she shut her eyes. How free she felt. Not chained to that false freedom they had given her in that room. In there, she was indebted to everyone: Tenchi, Sasami -- everyone.
Throw in more bouts of misery, multiply that by one hundred, and that was how messed up Ryoko was feeling. Clenching her fists tightly, she bit fiercely on her lower lip. This wasn't fair. She had been cruising space leisurely for the past few years, attempting to escape the prying hands of the Galaxy Police. And now she got caught. And she ended up meeting her family. Irony, she decided, was cruel. Very cruel.
As if seeing Tenchi's face wasn't enough, she'd end up seeing Sasami. And keep facing guilt. Over and over.
Endless hateful guilt.
"Ryoko-san."
The voice was gentle, and yet it scared Ryoko to death. She whirled around, her lightsaber already formed in her hands -- held up to Aeka's neck. Her eyes widened in surprise; then turning gruff again, she made the saber disappear and leaned on the railing again, a tedious look on her face. "What is it?" she snapped airily.
Aeka stood by her side, her hands twitching visibly by her side, but smiled forcefully. "Enjoying the air?" she said conversationally.
"... Aeka?"
"Yes?" Aeka's eyes lit with hope. Did Ryoko want to talk to her, too? Like she did?
"Shut up."
Her fiery tongue ready to lit out, Aeka complied willingly with Ryoko's request. Within the moments of silence, Ryoko lifted an eyebrow, studying her companion curiously. "Man, has my absence made you dull and dimwitted," she teased. "What happened to the same Aeka I fought?"
Aeka smiled humorlessly. "She's managed to vanish -- along with you, Ryoko-san. The *real* you, which you chose to erase from our presence."
A growl escaped from Ryoko's lips. "I wouldn't be talking," she said. "What happened to that princess I knew a long time ago that was so dedicated to her planet? And yet, when requested to come back for the sake of her people three years ago, she chickened out?"
"I most certainly did not!" Aeka snapped back.
Ryoko laughed. "Now there's the Aeka I know." She paused, then grinned wickedly. "And hate."
A smile curled on Aeka's lips. "You certainly haven't changed there, Ryoko-san." Then her gaze hardened. "And I did not chicken out. I did it for --"
"For what? Love?" Ryoko interrupted, her voice harsh. "Some love, Aeka. Selfish love."
"Selfish?!" Aeka snapped, enraged. "Aren't you the one who's selfish? Always thinking of herself. Blowing up things. So careless. Causing so much worry to everyone -- you're a hazard to everyone's health! Don't you think we were all happy when you left?" Aeka no longer had held back. She wanted to tell this to Ryoko. Didn't she know that?
". . . And you? Were you happy?" Ryoko had meant the question to be rhetorical, but had taken Aeka in surprise. Then Ryoko laughed cruelly. "I know -- you were afraid he was going to make you leave, too, didn't you? Thought that since everyone was leaving now, he'd become a normal teen -- just kick out this princess who's being a bother for him?"
"I -- I wasn't a bother!" Aeka protested, but found herself stunned. A wave of tears blurred her vision, but she refused to let them fall. "And T-Tenchi-sama would never . . ." Her voice faltered -- there was her weakness.
Ryoko laughed bitterly. "We all thought that. But who knows? Maybe he's just a weak guy. Maybe he just can't say 'no.'" She scowled, then chuckled weakly. "I was so pathetic. Hiding out for a few moments -- wondering if Tenchi would actually come out. Calling me back. Saying he would protect me."
Her eyes narrowed. "No one came out of that house after Kiyone and Sasami left."
A fresh wave of guilt washed over Aeka. "Ryo-Ryoko-san," she said weakly. "I . . . "
"And Sasami?" Ryoko interrupted. She looked at Aeka's large pleading eyes, and grinned guiltily. "You wanted to know how she died? How she got *murdered*? By me?"
"Stop it," Aeka said through clenched teeth. "You didn't murder her, Ryoko-san. We all believe that. Sasami even said so herself."
But somewhere -- somewhere in her heart: she needed someone to blame. Because Aeka desperately needed a scapegoat. She didn't want unexplained problems.
She needed someone to lift a finger at.
There was she was: divided again. Jealous and Reasonable.
"So here's me, trying to escape from the firing GP squadron," Ryoko continued in a very casual way, ignoring Aeka. "Yeah. I was careless. Sasami hadn't taken Ryo-ohki with her -- she hadn't even been *curious* about Ryo-ohki's whereabouts, if I'm correct, when she left for Jurai. Heck, I wouldn't know: I was hiding out." She narrowed her eyes. "And Ryo-ohki was still weary. Dodging this, dodging that. Really, losing her edge." She shrugged.
"Of course, GP latches on a targeting monitor on the back of Ryo-ohki. And there's no point in escaping if we have that. So I go out and try to take it off Ryo-ohki. And wham -- someone fires me." She demonstrated with her fingers, making a gun symbol.
"Did you get hurt? Badly?" Aeka asked calmly.
Ryoko glanced at her. "Why? You wanted me dead instead, right?"
"That's not true!" Aeka glowered at her. "We may be 'natural enemies,' Ryoko-san, but I am not heartless --"
Ryoko waved her protests with a wave of her hand. "And I'm falling down. And you know, I survive these things 'cause I'm Ryoko. But I'm still too dizzy from what happened; too weak from *betrayal.*" Her voice was so jumbled up with sorrow and fear and anger that Aeka felt afraid herself. "And then I see her."
"'Her'?" Aeka repeated quietly.
"Tsunami. That goddess in flesh and blood," Ryoko drawled sharply. Holding me. Saying everything was all right. Too bright -- I didn't know where I was." She looked bored. "And then Tsunami turns into our dear Sasami. And I'm staring at her."
That was when Aeka noticed the tears spilling down Ryoko's cheeks.
"Do you want to know what she said to me?" Ryoko's voice was a whisper now. "Do you know what she said? 'You're worth all of this.'" Her voice choked momentarily. "'Even Tsunami understands my reasoning. Because you and I -- we're family.'"
"She . . . merged?" Aeka said in disbelief.
"For me!" Ryoko laughed harshly. "I guess that shocks you, doesn't it?"
It took a moment for Aeka to collect herself. "That's not why," she said. "How . . .?"
"She told me later that merging into Tsunami would give her a 'power boost.'" Ryoko blinked back a new wave of tears, and rubbed her previous tears away fiercely. "The only way to save me. But not her."
Then she gave a weak chuckle. "Once, I thought I was the luckiest person in the world. The guy of my dreams right where I lived. Living with him and this great family -- if a bit crazy --" She glanced up and exchanged a rare moment of private humor and appreciation between Aeka in that second, "-- yet lovable. And now, I've managed to think that I'm the most unluckiest person in this world. The guy who I thought I loved obviously doesn't return my feelings. Sometimes, I thought he did -- he'd be so kind and caring. But I guess that she was just polite kindness." She paused. "My family splits up. Probably because of me. I feel like I caused it -- although I know I didn't for the Jurain legal/royal part," she said, grinning.
"Ryoko-san . . ." Aeka felt so helpless. She was catering to Ryoko's soul, listening to her. She no longer felt jealous like she had moments ago. She hated Ryoko, but she cared about her too. She stifled a laugh. How ironic was that? The mongoose could not care for the snake.
"Sasami did it for you," Aeka said softly, and continued before Ryoko could speak. "All of us would have done the same, had we the same power. Even me. Even though we fight all the time, I'm not sure if you realize how much... I care." That last line, she had to draw out forcefully. It was something she had never revealed: to your sworn enemies, you do not tell them that you are looking out for them.
"Aeka . . ." It was Ryoko who was speechless now.
"Ryoko-san." Aeka dredged up the last bits of her dignity, and sighed. "I have something I must tell you."
"What?" Ryoko's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"There's a reason why Tenchi-sama didn't chase after you. Or anyone else."
". . . What?" Ryoko crossed her arms. "What are you saying?"
"You're right, I'm selfish." It was Aeka's voice that was tuned down to a whisper now. "Wh-When Tenchi-sama saw everyone was leaving -- when he heard *you* were being chased -- he wanted to leave." She swallowed nervously. "I was afraid I was going to lose him."
Ryoko sat in stunned silence.
Aeka forced herself to continue, and chuckled sadly between tears. "Do you realize how ironic this is?" she said softly. "I always used to think that love would never make me act mad; make me act vengeful. Crazy. I thought I was always the reasonable one; that you would always be the one who would be planning revenge should Tenchi-sama chose between one of us and it wouldn't be."
At this, Ryoko sneered, and Aeka shrugged, smiling weakly and apologetically.
"And while I was so scared about what was happening . . . I amplified my fear. For my benefit." The tears were streaming endlessly now, and she made no attempt to wipe them away. "And you know Tenchi-sama. So comforting. Indecisive. Weak-hearted. But too kind. Much too kind. And naive. And I used that to my advantage. So he couldn't go after anyone. So he could only see me." And then she stopped, turning pale.
Ryoko blinked in disbelief, then looked at Aeka after a moment of recognition, piecing the pieces together.
"I see," was all Ryoko said.
Aeka did not deny her comment. The tears stopped, however, and she wiped them away now. She looked away. "I don't know what happened . . . I was so afraid. Losing everyone. I thought I'd lose Tenchi-sama if he went after you." She whirled and stared at Ryoko. "Did you know that he chose you a long time ago? It was so obvious." Her laugh was shrill. "But I hadn't given up hope for so long. But when he was so determined to go after you -- I wasn't sure what to do anymore."
There was a long moment of silence.
"Stop beating yourself up," Ryoko said slowly. She turned to face Aeka, an unreadable look in her eyes. "When people are in love, they do unpredictable things. I don't blame you." She paused. "But -- why do you think you've lost? The fight's never over. Isn't that what you and I always said?"
She chuckled weakly. "We're so alike. But we don't know that. I didn't realize until moments ago. You may be a pricktease and I may be cool --" Aeka scowled at Ryoko's comment, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, "-- but I dunno, I guess we are pretty similar. We both vie for the same guy. We're unpredictable -- don't deny that, Aeka." Ryoko narrowed her eyes at that last comment.
"I'm not," Aeka said softly, the smile coming fully to her face now. "But -- there's something different about both of us."
"And what's that? I'm not a weakling?" Ryoko said sarcastically.
Aeka let it pass. "One of us gave up righteously," she said calmly, ready to leave. "And the other one of us gave up for a stupid, silly reason," she said pointedly.
Ryoko gave a "hmph," crossing her arms. "Yeah, well, what do you know?" she growled. Her voice became a whisper again. "He doesn't care."
Aeka turned to leave, then tilted her head back a little bit.
"Ryoko-san . . ."
"What?" Ryoko said, exasperated. "More lecturing?"
"He loves you, you know. Silly to give up a race that you're winning."
With that, Aeka left.
---
Tenchi arched an eyebrow as Aeka entered the room again. She was a mess: tearstained face, an unreadable look etched on her face. But she smiled at them. "Ryoko-san is fine now," she reported to them softly.
He quivered for a moment. Who was Ryoko mad at? Him? Sasami? It didn't matter, she needed to talk to someone, anyone --
"I should go talk to her," he said guiltily, getting up.
Aeka shook her head. "It's best to leave her alone now, Tenchi-sama."
Her eyes said something else, however.
And I don't do this out of jealousy. Please know this . . .
There was a look of defeat in her eyes, and it made Tenchi feel even more guilty. But he didn't say anything about it. He simply responded with his own gentle look:
Thank you.
"All right," was what he said aloud, sitting back down uncomfortably.
"Oneesama, we were just finishing up the details. Of what we didn't know," Sasami said to her sister calmly. "Anything to contribute? Or to hear?"
"I think I've heard just about enough," was Aeka's whispery response, smiling weakly. The look she exchanged with Tenchi was unmistakably private. "And there is nothing more I need to discuss."
"Well." Sasami got up. "Since we have cleared just about everything up, why don't I find a suitable ship for your journey back home? A separate ship for most of you, I'm assuming." Her voice was not accusing. "Galaxy Police Headquarters for Kiyone-oneechan. A private jet for Washu-oneechan to her hideout." Sasami smiled at this. "Special treatment for Ryo-ohki so she can heal and take Ryoko-oneechan. And Earth for Mihoshi-oneechan and Oneesama."
"I don't think I'm returning to Earth," Aeka interjected.
Everyone stared at her.
"What?" Mihoshi said. "But Aeka-san --"
"Aeka-san . . . what? Why?" Tenchi said in shock.
Aeka smiled. "It's probably for the better. My duties are here."
No one could argue with that fact.
Except Ryoko.
"Bakayaro," she snapped, entering the room. "You're going back to Earth."
---
EPISODE TEASER:
Ryoko: Washu tries to fix Kiyone and Mihoshi's problems in a jiffy, and Sasami and Ryo-ohki have a hell of a bonding time.
And me? I get to live in a hell of a love triangle . . . that gets worse by the minute.
Next time on Shattered Mirror: "A Bird, Chains, and Mistakes."
Tenchi -- what are you trying to tell Aeka and me?
---
AUTHOR's NOTES:
Whew. _ This was another killer. Fact 1: Writing R/A scenes are hard, esp. when they are OOC. Why? Purposely. Three years did change a lot in these characters after their hardships and circumstances they've faced. Hence the OOC sentimental-esque scene between the two [no flames, please]. I actually wanted to throw in a catfight, but I thought it'd be a nice change from most R/A scenes where they beat each other up. ;)
Washu does more meddling in the next part [I guess the R/A part is where she does the least meddling]. Next chapter may be huge. : You've been warned.
Side notes:
- Italics don't work for Fanfiction.net for me [however you do it] so I had to use the flashback liners. Looks better in Italics so it doesn't interrupt flow, but... *shrugs*
- Tonkatsu is Japanese pork cutlets. Really good. Go to Tonki -- great tonkatsu restaurant in Tokyo. :)
- What is this thing that Aeka confesses to Ryoko? That's the glory of this story: that's a mystery. The reader decides what Aeka did back on Earth to prevent Tenchi from chasing everyone. ^_^; [Hey, she obviously didn't kill the poor guy since he's still there -- or is that a guy in disguise?! Heh, just kidding.]
- "Bakayaro" is equivalent to "idiot."
More bonding next time, as always. : Don't kill me for this chapter if you're either an R or A fan. What you should know: I don't hate Aeka. She's growing more and more to be on my favorites list [I didn't like her too much until a while ago!]. And I don't hate Ryoko either. ;P The evil truth is that I hate Tenchi, that coward -- but that's another story [neither of them deserve him -- all I'm saying is that I'm glad that the "El Hazard" guy actually chose out of his harem, heh].
-- Emily Koh, July 15, 2001
Part 7: The Mongoose and the Snake
by Emily "Mink" Koh
***
Three years ago from present day: Earth.
"Ha~i! Today's dinner is Sasami's tonkatsu with special sauce!"
The word "tonkatsu" had the family surround the table greedily. Tenchi came to the table, and noticed that Ryoko wasn't there -- nor was Kiyone -- and already, Aeka had looked up. Unlike Ryoko, she was concerned about everyone's whereabouts and did not quarrel over seating when Ryoko wasn't there. // Almost like she realizes it's a game of some sort, // Tenchi thought, stifling a smile.
"Where's Ryoko?" he asked the same time she did, taking a seat near Sasami.
"She and Kiyone went off to the mountains," Mihoshi answered, taking a sip of her water. "Kiyone wanted to 'talk.'"
Washu lifted an eyebrow. "This should be interesting," she said. "I wonder if it's going to be a GP officer-slash-space pirate duel out there? If it is, I'm going to watch!"
"Washu-san!" Tenchi said. "I . . . I don't think Kiyone-san would --" He paused, and facefaulted. "Well, Ryoko would."
"My point exactly," Washu said.
"What do you think they're doing together?" Aeka asked.
"Maybe they're starting a new friendship!" Sasami said hopefully. "Not that Kiyone-oneechan and Ryoko-oneechan haven't been friends, but you know -- well, since they're both 'opposites,' maybe they're bonding?"
"Somehow, I doubt that, if Ryoko's involved in this," Tenchi said uneasily.
"Mou, that wild woman! She's probably going to murder Kiyone-san out there," Aeka fussed. "And what was Kiyone-san thinking, asking Ryoko-san to go out there with her?" She shook her head.
Indeed, Kiyone was wondering the same thing herself.
She had found a lofty hill nearby the mountain sides, and Ryoko was sprawled next to her, chewing on a blade of grass. Kiyone gnawed on her lower lip, trying to find the right words to say this to her. She didn't want Ryoko to panic.
Noticing Kiyone's tense actions, Ryoko laughed. "What is this? A love confession?" she teased, poking the other woman. "Just so you know, I've got Tenchi." Then she arched an eyebrow curiously. "Unless you're telling me you're going to be a rival, too!" A smirk appeared on her lips.
"No way," Kiyone said, grinning. "Are you kidding? Tenchi-san is who I think more of a little brother."
"Let's hope so!" was all Ryoko said.
More silence. "So what was it you wanted to tell me *all* the way out here?" Ryoko asked. "That was a long walk, you know!" She picked up a disgruntled Ryo-ohki by the scruff of her neck nearby. "And bringing her too!"
Kiyone shifted uncomfortably. "Uh . . . well, this isn't 'bonding' or anything," she said quietly. "Please don't panic what I'm telling you next, okay? Promise me?"
Ryoko scowled. "Just spit it out," she said impatiently.
Kiyone pursed her lips. What should she say? 'By the way, some space pirates that you failed to pay back money to -- well, they've found our your locations somehow and they collectively are planning to hurt you and our family on Earth. Oh, and don't forget, the Galaxy Police finds this is the perfect opportunity to be after your tail, now that they also know about your whereabouts.'
She sighed. She didn't know what Ryoko was going to -- stay on Earth? Their entire family try to fend off a bunch of vengeful space pirates *and* the Galaxy Police? That last part was what nagged Kiyone. Mihoshi, she realized, wouldn't care too much -- but Kiyone had split loyalties.
She wondered if this was what it was like to be a spy -- have split loyalties. Her commanding officers had always told her that being on Earth, living with the Earthlings -- it was all part of a great scam, they told her. Great undercover act.
But it had never been undercover. How could she explain this? Mihoshi had been on Earth for longer than she had -- it had been purely accidental on Kiyone's part that she had chased those criminals to Earth that fateful day. And then when her ship had needed repairs, GP had managed to relocate her as in charge of the Sol System patrols along with Mihoshi.
That had been her career downfall -- but it had been the beginning of her new family. They had welcomed her in -- her, a stranger! -- so easily. Well, Kiyone had realized that if this boy -- Tenchi -- had other alien women living with him, he was probably used to the idea of more strangers. And he *had* confided in her that she was "the normal of the bunch," and Kiyone was satisfied with that remark [she had made no attempt to disagree either].
"What is it?" Ryoko probed, sighing, bringing Kiyone back to reality. "Come on."
"The truth is, Ryoko --"
And then the whir of the spaceships came. In alarm, both of them stood up -- Ryoko in ignorance and impatience that Kiyone's interesting piece of news was being interrupted, and Kiyone in fear. She hoped at least it was the space pirates after Ryoko -- that would be the primary distraction that the Galaxy Police would be after.
Luck, as she soon found out, was not on her side today.
---
Present day: Jurai.
"Liar," was only what Ryoko murmured under her breath. "That is a *lie.* Two-faced backstabber."
Everyone shifted uncomfortably, but didn't contradict her statement about Kiyone.
// To save face? // Tenchi wondered morosely.
"Sasami-chan," Kiyone suddenly blurted. "I have to know. Galaxy Police informed me that *you* were the one murdered." Unaware of the looks she was attracting to herself in the room, she kept going. "Why are you still here, then?"
An audible gasp escaped from Aeka's lips, and others who had not been informed did a double-take at the young blue-haired princess.
"That is not true," Sasami said slowly. "No one murdered me."
"Well, of course not!" Aeka said indignantly. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here --"
"I chose that path myself."
A moment of confused silence roamed the room hungrily, picking at their souls. The silence was deafening -- and questions hung in the air. But no one spoke.
Ryoko suddenly got up. "I . . . I need fresh air," she demanded curtly.
"Ryoko!" Tenchi hissed. "Come on. Stop avoiding it."
"Avoiding *what*, Tenchi? Don't make me the bad guy," she snapped angrily, and he was stunned by her statement. "You're just as guilty as anybody else here. We're *all* guilty. So don't act like the peacemaker." Ryoko's head felt like it was going to crack. Hateful words. She was yelling at her dear Tenchi --
No. Tenchi was never her's, had *never* been her's to begin with.
"There's a veranda across the hallway," Sasami said gently to Ryoko. "In that empty room." She gave a reassuring smile. "Just come back when you're feeling better, okay?"
The space pirate left, then.
And then someone stood up.
"I'm going with her."
---
[Flashback]
The ships scared Aeka. There were too many, she noted. The ship from Jurai, the Galaxy Police shuttles -- endlessly and countlessly piling on top of each other in the Masaki yard. She wanted to shut it all out: hadn't she left this world behind?
"Hime-sama!" The familiarity of the voice scared her. Looking up, it was the same elder from the Jurain Council. "Your presence is required back on Jurai."
So sudden, so unexpected. This was *not* how she was supposed to leave Earth. In fact, leaving Earth hadn't been one of her plans!
Meanwhile, the Galaxy Police officers had were patting Kiyone on the back. Aeka frowned. Since when had Kiyone gotten back from her "walk" with Ryoko? And where was that devil woman anyway?
"Your father is gravely ill. Both Funaho-sama and Misaki-sama requested that you come back and act on the behalf of your father."
"Congratulations, Kiyone," one of the officers said. "Targeting Ryoko! We almost had her -- the other ships are going after her."
"Why can't they act for themselves?" Aeka replied indignantly to the Council head -- a reply that cost her a look from her family, Tenchi's shock, and Sasami's shaken trust. She heard what the GP officers had said as well but it did not register in her mind completely.
The head of the Council gritted his teeth. "It is their request that you return. I do not enclose details nor know the reasons," he replied staunchly.
"I didn't!" Kiyone protested in the background. "I --"
"We also nagged the space pirates that wanted her neck . . . so many catches!"
"If it's a request, I don't have to follow it, right?" Aeka's voice was sharp. Where was this coming from? This was her duty! Kiyone's pleas fell on deaf ears to Aeka.
"Oneesama!" Sasami's voice displayed her appalled state. "How can you say such a thing? You must go back -- *we* must go back! If Father's still in critical condition, someone must obey his requests." Her voice was pleading. Why was her sister being this way? So selfish?
"Come on. You've got to get back to headquarters; Boss is very pleased."
"Where's Ryoko-chan?" Washu's question was innocent.
"I refuse to go back," Aeka said. Too many conversations. Her head was starting to spin, and she was slowly beginning to block everyone out.
"Oneesama!" Sasami's shock was apparent. "You can't do this!"
"I can too, Sasami. Okaasama can act on his behalf! I am . . . spoiled! She cannot expect me to do such work!" Aeka's voice was trembling. She didn't know this day would come this soon. So unexpected. They were going to take her away from her Tenchi -- her eyes fell on him, and he glanced at her: curious, confused.
"Aeka-hime!" the Council head said sharply.
"Fine. Oneesama." Sasami's voice had turned into a stranger's. Aeka stared at her sister, surprised. "If you're too *childish* to handle these responsibilities -- in such a situation! -- I'll go in your place." Her voice trembled too: but with anger, not the fear that Aeka held. "I'll act on your behalf -- or just as myself, in fact. You're not worthy if you don't care about Otousama and Jurai!"
"I do!" Aeka's voice was adamant. "Sasami --"
"There's nothing else to be said," Sasami said curtly. Tears were filling her eyes but she refused to let them spill. "Oneesama . . ." That plea was begging, but after that, she did not say anything else. "How soon must I leave?" she asked the head of the Council.
"'Ryoko-chan'?" one of the GP officers snickered behind them. "Captured. Well, to-be, anyway! Thanks to Kiyone, we've managed to tag her down."
"No! That's not true, that's --"
Tenchi's voice chimed in with disbelief. "What?" he said quietly.
"Tenchi-san! You know very well that's --"
Aeka shut her eyes. She couldn't hear them anymore, they were a blend of voices.
"As soon as we can. Tonight, if your time allows it," the Council head said gravely.
Sasami's breath drew in deeply. "So soon?" she said sadly, but lifted her chin once more. "All right. Just give me a few hours."
"Agreed."
And as Sasami and the Council head entered the Masaki home, leaving a stunned Aeka, her ears finally heard what was said.
"You did *what* to Ryoko-san?" she said softly to Kiyone.
[End flashback.]
---
Ryoko leaned against the railing on the veranda. The breeze tickled her lightly, and she shut her eyes. How free she felt. Not chained to that false freedom they had given her in that room. In there, she was indebted to everyone: Tenchi, Sasami -- everyone.
Throw in more bouts of misery, multiply that by one hundred, and that was how messed up Ryoko was feeling. Clenching her fists tightly, she bit fiercely on her lower lip. This wasn't fair. She had been cruising space leisurely for the past few years, attempting to escape the prying hands of the Galaxy Police. And now she got caught. And she ended up meeting her family. Irony, she decided, was cruel. Very cruel.
As if seeing Tenchi's face wasn't enough, she'd end up seeing Sasami. And keep facing guilt. Over and over.
Endless hateful guilt.
"Ryoko-san."
The voice was gentle, and yet it scared Ryoko to death. She whirled around, her lightsaber already formed in her hands -- held up to Aeka's neck. Her eyes widened in surprise; then turning gruff again, she made the saber disappear and leaned on the railing again, a tedious look on her face. "What is it?" she snapped airily.
Aeka stood by her side, her hands twitching visibly by her side, but smiled forcefully. "Enjoying the air?" she said conversationally.
"... Aeka?"
"Yes?" Aeka's eyes lit with hope. Did Ryoko want to talk to her, too? Like she did?
"Shut up."
Her fiery tongue ready to lit out, Aeka complied willingly with Ryoko's request. Within the moments of silence, Ryoko lifted an eyebrow, studying her companion curiously. "Man, has my absence made you dull and dimwitted," she teased. "What happened to the same Aeka I fought?"
Aeka smiled humorlessly. "She's managed to vanish -- along with you, Ryoko-san. The *real* you, which you chose to erase from our presence."
A growl escaped from Ryoko's lips. "I wouldn't be talking," she said. "What happened to that princess I knew a long time ago that was so dedicated to her planet? And yet, when requested to come back for the sake of her people three years ago, she chickened out?"
"I most certainly did not!" Aeka snapped back.
Ryoko laughed. "Now there's the Aeka I know." She paused, then grinned wickedly. "And hate."
A smile curled on Aeka's lips. "You certainly haven't changed there, Ryoko-san." Then her gaze hardened. "And I did not chicken out. I did it for --"
"For what? Love?" Ryoko interrupted, her voice harsh. "Some love, Aeka. Selfish love."
"Selfish?!" Aeka snapped, enraged. "Aren't you the one who's selfish? Always thinking of herself. Blowing up things. So careless. Causing so much worry to everyone -- you're a hazard to everyone's health! Don't you think we were all happy when you left?" Aeka no longer had held back. She wanted to tell this to Ryoko. Didn't she know that?
". . . And you? Were you happy?" Ryoko had meant the question to be rhetorical, but had taken Aeka in surprise. Then Ryoko laughed cruelly. "I know -- you were afraid he was going to make you leave, too, didn't you? Thought that since everyone was leaving now, he'd become a normal teen -- just kick out this princess who's being a bother for him?"
"I -- I wasn't a bother!" Aeka protested, but found herself stunned. A wave of tears blurred her vision, but she refused to let them fall. "And T-Tenchi-sama would never . . ." Her voice faltered -- there was her weakness.
Ryoko laughed bitterly. "We all thought that. But who knows? Maybe he's just a weak guy. Maybe he just can't say 'no.'" She scowled, then chuckled weakly. "I was so pathetic. Hiding out for a few moments -- wondering if Tenchi would actually come out. Calling me back. Saying he would protect me."
Her eyes narrowed. "No one came out of that house after Kiyone and Sasami left."
A fresh wave of guilt washed over Aeka. "Ryo-Ryoko-san," she said weakly. "I . . . "
"And Sasami?" Ryoko interrupted. She looked at Aeka's large pleading eyes, and grinned guiltily. "You wanted to know how she died? How she got *murdered*? By me?"
"Stop it," Aeka said through clenched teeth. "You didn't murder her, Ryoko-san. We all believe that. Sasami even said so herself."
But somewhere -- somewhere in her heart: she needed someone to blame. Because Aeka desperately needed a scapegoat. She didn't want unexplained problems.
She needed someone to lift a finger at.
There was she was: divided again. Jealous and Reasonable.
"So here's me, trying to escape from the firing GP squadron," Ryoko continued in a very casual way, ignoring Aeka. "Yeah. I was careless. Sasami hadn't taken Ryo-ohki with her -- she hadn't even been *curious* about Ryo-ohki's whereabouts, if I'm correct, when she left for Jurai. Heck, I wouldn't know: I was hiding out." She narrowed her eyes. "And Ryo-ohki was still weary. Dodging this, dodging that. Really, losing her edge." She shrugged.
"Of course, GP latches on a targeting monitor on the back of Ryo-ohki. And there's no point in escaping if we have that. So I go out and try to take it off Ryo-ohki. And wham -- someone fires me." She demonstrated with her fingers, making a gun symbol.
"Did you get hurt? Badly?" Aeka asked calmly.
Ryoko glanced at her. "Why? You wanted me dead instead, right?"
"That's not true!" Aeka glowered at her. "We may be 'natural enemies,' Ryoko-san, but I am not heartless --"
Ryoko waved her protests with a wave of her hand. "And I'm falling down. And you know, I survive these things 'cause I'm Ryoko. But I'm still too dizzy from what happened; too weak from *betrayal.*" Her voice was so jumbled up with sorrow and fear and anger that Aeka felt afraid herself. "And then I see her."
"'Her'?" Aeka repeated quietly.
"Tsunami. That goddess in flesh and blood," Ryoko drawled sharply. Holding me. Saying everything was all right. Too bright -- I didn't know where I was." She looked bored. "And then Tsunami turns into our dear Sasami. And I'm staring at her."
That was when Aeka noticed the tears spilling down Ryoko's cheeks.
"Do you want to know what she said to me?" Ryoko's voice was a whisper now. "Do you know what she said? 'You're worth all of this.'" Her voice choked momentarily. "'Even Tsunami understands my reasoning. Because you and I -- we're family.'"
"She . . . merged?" Aeka said in disbelief.
"For me!" Ryoko laughed harshly. "I guess that shocks you, doesn't it?"
It took a moment for Aeka to collect herself. "That's not why," she said. "How . . .?"
"She told me later that merging into Tsunami would give her a 'power boost.'" Ryoko blinked back a new wave of tears, and rubbed her previous tears away fiercely. "The only way to save me. But not her."
Then she gave a weak chuckle. "Once, I thought I was the luckiest person in the world. The guy of my dreams right where I lived. Living with him and this great family -- if a bit crazy --" She glanced up and exchanged a rare moment of private humor and appreciation between Aeka in that second, "-- yet lovable. And now, I've managed to think that I'm the most unluckiest person in this world. The guy who I thought I loved obviously doesn't return my feelings. Sometimes, I thought he did -- he'd be so kind and caring. But I guess that she was just polite kindness." She paused. "My family splits up. Probably because of me. I feel like I caused it -- although I know I didn't for the Jurain legal/royal part," she said, grinning.
"Ryoko-san . . ." Aeka felt so helpless. She was catering to Ryoko's soul, listening to her. She no longer felt jealous like she had moments ago. She hated Ryoko, but she cared about her too. She stifled a laugh. How ironic was that? The mongoose could not care for the snake.
"Sasami did it for you," Aeka said softly, and continued before Ryoko could speak. "All of us would have done the same, had we the same power. Even me. Even though we fight all the time, I'm not sure if you realize how much... I care." That last line, she had to draw out forcefully. It was something she had never revealed: to your sworn enemies, you do not tell them that you are looking out for them.
"Aeka . . ." It was Ryoko who was speechless now.
"Ryoko-san." Aeka dredged up the last bits of her dignity, and sighed. "I have something I must tell you."
"What?" Ryoko's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"There's a reason why Tenchi-sama didn't chase after you. Or anyone else."
". . . What?" Ryoko crossed her arms. "What are you saying?"
"You're right, I'm selfish." It was Aeka's voice that was tuned down to a whisper now. "Wh-When Tenchi-sama saw everyone was leaving -- when he heard *you* were being chased -- he wanted to leave." She swallowed nervously. "I was afraid I was going to lose him."
Ryoko sat in stunned silence.
Aeka forced herself to continue, and chuckled sadly between tears. "Do you realize how ironic this is?" she said softly. "I always used to think that love would never make me act mad; make me act vengeful. Crazy. I thought I was always the reasonable one; that you would always be the one who would be planning revenge should Tenchi-sama chose between one of us and it wouldn't be."
At this, Ryoko sneered, and Aeka shrugged, smiling weakly and apologetically.
"And while I was so scared about what was happening . . . I amplified my fear. For my benefit." The tears were streaming endlessly now, and she made no attempt to wipe them away. "And you know Tenchi-sama. So comforting. Indecisive. Weak-hearted. But too kind. Much too kind. And naive. And I used that to my advantage. So he couldn't go after anyone. So he could only see me." And then she stopped, turning pale.
Ryoko blinked in disbelief, then looked at Aeka after a moment of recognition, piecing the pieces together.
"I see," was all Ryoko said.
Aeka did not deny her comment. The tears stopped, however, and she wiped them away now. She looked away. "I don't know what happened . . . I was so afraid. Losing everyone. I thought I'd lose Tenchi-sama if he went after you." She whirled and stared at Ryoko. "Did you know that he chose you a long time ago? It was so obvious." Her laugh was shrill. "But I hadn't given up hope for so long. But when he was so determined to go after you -- I wasn't sure what to do anymore."
There was a long moment of silence.
"Stop beating yourself up," Ryoko said slowly. She turned to face Aeka, an unreadable look in her eyes. "When people are in love, they do unpredictable things. I don't blame you." She paused. "But -- why do you think you've lost? The fight's never over. Isn't that what you and I always said?"
She chuckled weakly. "We're so alike. But we don't know that. I didn't realize until moments ago. You may be a pricktease and I may be cool --" Aeka scowled at Ryoko's comment, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, "-- but I dunno, I guess we are pretty similar. We both vie for the same guy. We're unpredictable -- don't deny that, Aeka." Ryoko narrowed her eyes at that last comment.
"I'm not," Aeka said softly, the smile coming fully to her face now. "But -- there's something different about both of us."
"And what's that? I'm not a weakling?" Ryoko said sarcastically.
Aeka let it pass. "One of us gave up righteously," she said calmly, ready to leave. "And the other one of us gave up for a stupid, silly reason," she said pointedly.
Ryoko gave a "hmph," crossing her arms. "Yeah, well, what do you know?" she growled. Her voice became a whisper again. "He doesn't care."
Aeka turned to leave, then tilted her head back a little bit.
"Ryoko-san . . ."
"What?" Ryoko said, exasperated. "More lecturing?"
"He loves you, you know. Silly to give up a race that you're winning."
With that, Aeka left.
---
Tenchi arched an eyebrow as Aeka entered the room again. She was a mess: tearstained face, an unreadable look etched on her face. But she smiled at them. "Ryoko-san is fine now," she reported to them softly.
He quivered for a moment. Who was Ryoko mad at? Him? Sasami? It didn't matter, she needed to talk to someone, anyone --
"I should go talk to her," he said guiltily, getting up.
Aeka shook her head. "It's best to leave her alone now, Tenchi-sama."
Her eyes said something else, however.
And I don't do this out of jealousy. Please know this . . .
There was a look of defeat in her eyes, and it made Tenchi feel even more guilty. But he didn't say anything about it. He simply responded with his own gentle look:
Thank you.
"All right," was what he said aloud, sitting back down uncomfortably.
"Oneesama, we were just finishing up the details. Of what we didn't know," Sasami said to her sister calmly. "Anything to contribute? Or to hear?"
"I think I've heard just about enough," was Aeka's whispery response, smiling weakly. The look she exchanged with Tenchi was unmistakably private. "And there is nothing more I need to discuss."
"Well." Sasami got up. "Since we have cleared just about everything up, why don't I find a suitable ship for your journey back home? A separate ship for most of you, I'm assuming." Her voice was not accusing. "Galaxy Police Headquarters for Kiyone-oneechan. A private jet for Washu-oneechan to her hideout." Sasami smiled at this. "Special treatment for Ryo-ohki so she can heal and take Ryoko-oneechan. And Earth for Mihoshi-oneechan and Oneesama."
"I don't think I'm returning to Earth," Aeka interjected.
Everyone stared at her.
"What?" Mihoshi said. "But Aeka-san --"
"Aeka-san . . . what? Why?" Tenchi said in shock.
Aeka smiled. "It's probably for the better. My duties are here."
No one could argue with that fact.
Except Ryoko.
"Bakayaro," she snapped, entering the room. "You're going back to Earth."
---
EPISODE TEASER:
Ryoko: Washu tries to fix Kiyone and Mihoshi's problems in a jiffy, and Sasami and Ryo-ohki have a hell of a bonding time.
And me? I get to live in a hell of a love triangle . . . that gets worse by the minute.
Next time on Shattered Mirror: "A Bird, Chains, and Mistakes."
Tenchi -- what are you trying to tell Aeka and me?
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AUTHOR's NOTES:
Whew. _ This was another killer. Fact 1: Writing R/A scenes are hard, esp. when they are OOC. Why? Purposely. Three years did change a lot in these characters after their hardships and circumstances they've faced. Hence the OOC sentimental-esque scene between the two [no flames, please]. I actually wanted to throw in a catfight, but I thought it'd be a nice change from most R/A scenes where they beat each other up. ;)
Washu does more meddling in the next part [I guess the R/A part is where she does the least meddling]. Next chapter may be huge. : You've been warned.
Side notes:
- Italics don't work for Fanfiction.net for me [however you do it] so I had to use the flashback liners. Looks better in Italics so it doesn't interrupt flow, but... *shrugs*
- Tonkatsu is Japanese pork cutlets. Really good. Go to Tonki -- great tonkatsu restaurant in Tokyo. :)
- What is this thing that Aeka confesses to Ryoko? That's the glory of this story: that's a mystery. The reader decides what Aeka did back on Earth to prevent Tenchi from chasing everyone. ^_^; [Hey, she obviously didn't kill the poor guy since he's still there -- or is that a guy in disguise?! Heh, just kidding.]
- "Bakayaro" is equivalent to "idiot."
More bonding next time, as always. : Don't kill me for this chapter if you're either an R or A fan. What you should know: I don't hate Aeka. She's growing more and more to be on my favorites list [I didn't like her too much until a while ago!]. And I don't hate Ryoko either. ;P The evil truth is that I hate Tenchi, that coward -- but that's another story [neither of them deserve him -- all I'm saying is that I'm glad that the "El Hazard" guy actually chose out of his harem, heh].
-- Emily Koh, July 15, 2001