Washuu alowwed a small smile to breach the corner of her mouth as she watched the scene unfold aboard Ryo-ohki. She had already seen Ayeka and Sasami at breakfast long enough to find out what had happened to Ryoko, glad that the girl had not let out the truth about Tenchi to the Troublesome Princess. And while Ayeka was devestated that Tenchi had 'missed' his train and had not yet contacted the house, she was overjoyed that Ryoko was 'gone for good'. Washuu turned the screen off just after Ryoko fell asleep in Tenchi's arms. For only one kiss they had expressed so much to one another, and now they just needed time to make peace. "It looks as though our little boy is finally growing up, ne Yosho?" "How did you know I was here?" "Let's just say it has something to do with quantum physics, Human behavior and garlic." Katsuhito smiled and approached washuu. "Tenchi ws never in any real danger from her." "I'm not so sure about that Yosho, lets just be glad that he is well trained, and that she loves him as deeply as she does." "I just hope he returns soon, much longer and Ayeka will either have the house burning down or be hitchhiking to Tokyo again." Washuu laughed at the thought of an infuriated Ayeka trying to get to Tokyo.
"Oh and I see you've been getting a bit of a workout lately." He said as he motioned to the Tenchi mecha lying on the worktable. "Well a girls gotta have her hobbies." she replied, turning only slightly red. "Are you really in love with Tenchi?" Washuu blanched at this question, Tenchi was wonderfully fun to tease. And great meat for wild fantasies, especially involving mild domination. He blushed so easily, and had amazing nose bleeds at the slightest thought of a nude female. No she definately would not mind teaching that young man a few things about the more intimate side of friendship. But that's what she really thought of him as, a young wonderful friend. "I doubt there could ever be anyhting real or meaningful between us other than friendship, I do love him, but ..." Her mind flashed to the image of her husband walking away with their young son in his arms, ans a wave of sorrow and lonliness washed over her. "Damn I thought I got over that three thousand years ago." "We never truely get over the loss of those we love, especially when there are so many questions behind the loosing" Washuu felt arms fold around her and she leaned into Yosho's comforting embrace. This was another friend, and one that understood, she understood his decision to stay on earth for the last seven hundred years, his love was here, and his tree was here, so the very essence of him was on this world. "You never can return to jurai can you?" "Not to take the throne, Funaho's roots are deep within the soil of the earth, and if I am too long away from her, we will both die." "So it is up to Tenchi." "Not unless it is what he chooses. He has not even been bound to a tree yet, he can life a full life as a normal human, his Jurai power will help him to age slower and stay alive longer, maybe even a few hundred years, he could marry an earth woman, watch as she grew old while he stayed young, even altering his apperance to stay near her. But in the end she would die and he would be left alone." "Would he go to Jurai then do you think?" "No, I dont, it would be too hard to change to that life, at least for a hundred years or so, and by then it would be too late to bond with a tree, and he would have only a few short decades to live." "It will be a hard decision for him to make, are you sure he is ready to make it." "I think we have just whitnessed the answer to that Washuuchan." "Yosho," She said stepping out of his grasp. "Call me Washuu." Yosho watched her for the moment it took to transform into her adult self, and dropping the guise of Katsuhito, accepted her back into his embrace.
"Oh and I see you've been getting a bit of a workout lately." He said as he motioned to the Tenchi mecha lying on the worktable. "Well a girls gotta have her hobbies." she replied, turning only slightly red. "Are you really in love with Tenchi?" Washuu blanched at this question, Tenchi was wonderfully fun to tease. And great meat for wild fantasies, especially involving mild domination. He blushed so easily, and had amazing nose bleeds at the slightest thought of a nude female. No she definately would not mind teaching that young man a few things about the more intimate side of friendship. But that's what she really thought of him as, a young wonderful friend. "I doubt there could ever be anyhting real or meaningful between us other than friendship, I do love him, but ..." Her mind flashed to the image of her husband walking away with their young son in his arms, ans a wave of sorrow and lonliness washed over her. "Damn I thought I got over that three thousand years ago." "We never truely get over the loss of those we love, especially when there are so many questions behind the loosing" Washuu felt arms fold around her and she leaned into Yosho's comforting embrace. This was another friend, and one that understood, she understood his decision to stay on earth for the last seven hundred years, his love was here, and his tree was here, so the very essence of him was on this world. "You never can return to jurai can you?" "Not to take the throne, Funaho's roots are deep within the soil of the earth, and if I am too long away from her, we will both die." "So it is up to Tenchi." "Not unless it is what he chooses. He has not even been bound to a tree yet, he can life a full life as a normal human, his Jurai power will help him to age slower and stay alive longer, maybe even a few hundred years, he could marry an earth woman, watch as she grew old while he stayed young, even altering his apperance to stay near her. But in the end she would die and he would be left alone." "Would he go to Jurai then do you think?" "No, I dont, it would be too hard to change to that life, at least for a hundred years or so, and by then it would be too late to bond with a tree, and he would have only a few short decades to live." "It will be a hard decision for him to make, are you sure he is ready to make it." "I think we have just whitnessed the answer to that Washuuchan." "Yosho," She said stepping out of his grasp. "Call me Washuu." Yosho watched her for the moment it took to transform into her adult self, and dropping the guise of Katsuhito, accepted her back into his embrace.