Disclaimer: I don't own the Tenchi cast, or any of it's characters

Disclaimer: I don't own the Tenchi cast, or any of its characters. I did however create The Ebon Shard, the two universe's, Tenchi and Ryoko's son, Yosho [boy with golden eyes] (Please note I DID NOT create Tenchi or Ryoko), Blackshire, Commander Katiso, and Kenzar. Thank you.

Tenchi Muyo: The Final Saga:?!

Chapter 8: Tenchi's Plea

THE LEGEND:

The legend of the two Universes' is an ancient one. These days it is told only to calm children with nightmares. You see, in one dimension, called the Universe of Delight, good always triumphs in the end. Things may not be perfect, yet in the end justice and right shall never fail. However, the other universe, The Universe of Torment, is not so fortunate. It is a realm where evil reigns supreme. In the end the evils that roam that plane stand triumphant and those with pure hearts must be prepared, in the end, to die by these monster's hands.

But, that is not the entirety of the legend. For you see, the old legend states that one day a being of purest evil will leave The Universe of Torment, and wage a horrible war with the Universe of Delight. This monster shall be born from love, yet be the bane of all that have love inside themselves. His hate and fury will lay waste entire worlds, and all of time will quake at his passing. If the demon is defeated, then the Universe of Torment will forever be free of its curse. The curse that evil shall always prevail. But if the demon is not stopped, then the Universe of Delight will fall under the same curse as it's parallel, and every living thing in both universes shall know unending pain and suffering for all time.

This is the story of the demon's coming, and how it will affect the people in both worlds. From Torment came a young man who was imprisoned by a black-hearted monster, named Blackshire. After a horrible battle with Tenchi and the girls in the Universe of delight, since Blackshire kidnapped Tenchi's daughter, Mayuka, things have seemed to slow down. This encounter had serious repercussions. Learning that she had a son, Ryoko has left with Yosho to his home realm, abandoning Tenchi and the others.

Life has not been the same in the Universe of Delight since. It seems that vile demoness, Yuzuha, has plans for Tenchi and the others. Terrible plans. Already she has tried to attack them at least once. Now Mayuka's health is fading, the tiny infant refuses to eat, until Ryoko returns. But Ryoko has found true happiness in her new home with Yosho. Not only that, but it appears a new player has entered the scene, Sakuya Kumashiro. How will this affect all reality? Only time, will tell….

And now part 8 of 26:

Universe of Delight: Midnight in Tenchi's room

In a dark corner of the large Masaki house, home to numerous space travelers, a young man with slumped shoulders and weary eyes, reads over a quickly written letter in his hands. There. It's finally finished. Tenchi declared as he placed the long paper into an envelope. It took me three straight hours, and it's only a page long, but I poured everything into this letter. I told Ryoko everything…. I hope it's enough. Shaking his head, the highly loved youth scolded himself. I shouldn't think that way. Sure Ryoko's stubborn, but she'd never abandon Mayuka. Especially after she learns that Yuzuha could be involved. I'm sure she'll rush back to help, and then everything will be all right again.

The sole occupant of the darkened room sighed. It had been almost two weeks since the silver-haired woman had gone, and yet he could not stop thinking about her. This is all my fault. When Ryoko was here I was always trying to avoid her. I never wanted to express how I really felt, because I didn't want to hurt any of the other's feelings. Now it seems that Mayuka is paying for my mistake. Ryoko, if you come back, I swear things will be different. I won't avoid you all the time, I promise. Just come home…. Once again Tenchi promised Ryoko the world, and once again only Tenchi was aware of his offer. *

Later: Washu's Lab

Deep inside a massive lab, which is easily the size of three worlds, stood Tenchi Masaki, who appeared on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion. Beside him was, what appeared to be a little girl with a fountain of red hair. This was, of course, the owner of the lab, known throughout the universe as Washu, the greatest scientific genius in the universe.

"Well, here it is Washu." The tired youth declared handing her a small concealed letter. "It took me quiet a while, and I know it's not much, but I really put a lot of emotion into it."

Casting a quick glance at him, the red-haired woman reached over and took the small envelope from him. "Alright, then I guess it's time to try my idea." Putting the letter into a large envelope, the super genius closed the flap, and set the brown package on a nearby platform. "I've already labeled this envelope, so once there it should be delivered to your house. Especially since it should arrive without postage in your mailbox." Picking up a strange device, which resembled an ornately designed bracelet, Washu pointed it at the package. As she pressed a button on the bizarre piece of jewelry, a beam of azure light shot forth, and irradiated the gift for her daughter. An instant later, the envelope was gone.

"There," the green-eyed woman said moments later as she spun in her floating cushion seat to look directly at Tenchi. "That's done. Now then all we have to do is…." Gazing at the tired shrine caretaker, the diminutive scientist noticed something was different about him. After long moments of examining him with expert eyes, she was able to deduce the problem.

Tenchi felt nervous, he had seen that look in Washu's eyes once before. When she planned to extract a certain cell sample from him. "Is something wrong, Washu?"

"Maybe," she began. Standing up with a hop, the smaller woman walked over to the confused youth. "Tell me, Tenchi. Where is the locket you usually wear around your neck?" To accent her point, Washu placed one finger on the base of his neck, causing the Jurain prince to examine his chest more carefully.

"It's Gone!" he shouted frantically. "Where did it go? I had it earlier, I'm sure of it! But now I've lost it!" Frantically the exhausted youth checked his pockets and retraced his steps. I can't believe I lost that locket! Besides her clothes, it was the last thing I really had to remember Ryoko. How could I have been so careless? It must be here somewhere!

"Don't worry Tenchi. I'm sure it's around. I'll do a complete scan of the area tomorrow." The red-haired woman declared as she sighed compassionately. "But right now, I need to get some sleep, and your daughter is probably calling for you right now if I'm right."

A Short Time Later:

It's gone… Tenchi declared as he knelt in the middle of his room. Normally this was the neatest room in the house, next to Sasami's kitchen, but right now it appeared as if a disaster had struck it. Despite the late hour, and how extremely tired he was, the young man simply could not bring himself to get into his bed. He sat there, in the center of a torn apart room, looking dismally around. How could I have been so careless? Continuing to degrade himself, the young Jurain slapped his head as if it would teach him a lesson. Picking up a garment nearby, Tenchi allowed himself a slight smile as he noticed what one it was.

This was Ryoko's. He noted examining the pink and green dress. It was probably her favorite dress, although I always thought of it as more of a long shirt. Holding it close to his face, the exhausted youth could still detect a faint smell of cherry blossoms, as well as a rather mild scent of Saki. Ryoko's favorites; Saki, the cherry blossom perfume she 'found,' and me. Although the more I think about it, the worst one for her in the end was me. Continuing to hold the pink dress to his face, Tenchi wiped his tears upon it. I'm sorry I lost your necklace Ryoko, I know it meant a lot to you, and to the other Ryoko as well, but I promise I'll make it up to you. I swear by my own blood I will. Just please…come back to us. Too tired to stand, the young Jurai prince leaned back on a pile of scattered clothes in his room and, with Ryoko's dress still in hand, fell asleep. As his tired eyes fluttered to sleep, the young man, called Tenchi Masaki, hoped that when next he awoke, it would be to the sight of a woman with golden eyed, and silvery hair.

Universe of Torment:

The Masaki house:

Inside the well-furnished house, two figures were awaiting special company. One, the infamous space pirate, Ryoko, reclined happily with a handful of crackers, while floating in mid air, as she watched her son. To call her a mother would shock most people, especially when you based that decision on how she dressed. The lithe floating figure wore no more than a simple red bikini top, and a torn pair of jean shorts.

The other figure, Yosho Masaki, who wore a white T-shirt with matching shorts, paced frantically about the house, straightening anything and everything. "There that's better," the excited youth declared as he turned, resting his darting eyes on his mother. "MOM! What exactly do you think you're doing?"

Her mouth full of cracker, the silver-haired woman shot him a look that proclaimed he had said the dumbest thing ever. "Mell, buh. I'm eeding stufid."

"WHAT?!" He asked with a puzzled expression.

Swallowing hard, the seductive woman repeated herself. "I said. 'Well, DUH! I'm eating stupid!'"

"No, I mean why are you floating in the air? Sakuya is going to be here any minute! What if she sees you floating in the air like that! You promised me you wouldn't use your powers today." Throwing up his arms in defeat the young man turned from the floating woman. "I still can't believe you invited SAKUYA KUMASHIRA to OUR house to play volleyball! What were you thinking?"

"Oh relax," the stunning seductress said with a smile. "She isn't here yet, and besides… I thought you said you didn't like her anyways. What do you care what she thinks of us?"

Realizing he had been caught letting his emotions get the better of him, the young man quickly stood up straight. With a forced cough, he made his reply. "I don't care what she thinks. I just don't want her spread rumors that my mother can fly in the air and walk through walls to everyone in school. Is that too much to ask?"

"Oh all right…" Ryoko declared landing daintily on her feet. "I won't use ANY of my powers." A winning smile came over her face as she recalled a day not too long ago, when the father of this young man had told her not to use any of her powers when they visited a certain hot spring. He's like Tenchi in so many ways….

Suddenly a knock at the door interrupted the conversation between mother and son. Meowing with delight the tiny cabbit, Ryo-Ohki, hopped merrily over the furniture towards the door. Once she landed, the furry rabbit-like creature pointed with one paw towards the door. The young man with black hair pointed a finger threateningly at the friendly starship. "And remember Ryo-Ohki. No tricks from you either, or it's no carrots for a month!" Upon remembering her master's son's threat, the tiny creature cried tiny waterfalls.

Opening the door, Yosho was momentarily stunned. Before him stood, in his opinion, was the most gorgeous woman alive. "H-Hello Sakuya. How are you today?" The young black-haired woman wore a pale green tank top, with suggestively small shorts. Sweat poured down the young woman's slender form causing her miniscule amount of clothing to make her appear even more scantily clad. Taking a deep breath, Sakuya smiled broadly in response to his greeting.

Damn, Sakuya! Ryoko thought, sounding a little more impressed that she would care to admit, as she examined the young lady before her whom she had originally thought too shy to wear anything that revealing. I didn't think you were into Yosho, THAT badly. This is going to make things a little more interesting.

"Hi Yosho!" the volleyball captain replied in her normal sweet manner with a hint of exhaustion in her breath. Leaning to one side, she waved at the silver haired woman behind him. "And Hello to you Ryoko. Thanks again for inviting me over, and look," Sakuya declared holding up a nicely wrapped basket. "I brought my special lunch, just like I promised. Please excuse my lack of breath, I ran all the way here from the bus stop."

"Why on Earth would you do such a thing?" The silver-haired woman asked, detesting the idea of running around for no apparent reason. "Were you attacked?" This question seemed to make Yosho tense, as he waited for the young woman's reply.

"No, nothing like that. I just wanted to get warmed up for today, that's all." It was at that moment, the perky young woman noticed the crying cabbit. "Hey, who is this?"

"It's my little, Ryo-Ohki." The silver-haired woman replied accenting her space ship's name happily, but otherwise with only mild interest. "She's a little upset right now. Yosho told her to behave or she wouldn't get any carrots for a month."

"Yosho! How could you be so mean to this little creature?" Sakuya asked as she knelt beside the teary-eyed cabbit. "She doesn't look like the kind to cause any trouble. Honestly, I thought you were a nice guy." Reaching into her basket, the young lady presented the little creature with something that instantly stopped it's crying, a large carrot. "Here you go little girl," as the emerald-eyed woman spoke she patted Ryo-Ohki's head soothingly.

The tiny cabbit meowed enthusiastically before devouring the behemoth carrot with all her might. "My goodness, she does love carrots, doesn't she?" In seconds the large present was completely gone, and the tiny star ship looked at her new best friend with a twinkle in her golden eyes, which caused the visitor to the Masaki house to giggle happily. To accent their new friendship, Ryo-Ohki did what she had always done with her best friend, Sasami. She hopped up Sakuya, and perched on her head.

Ryoko felt as if she was going to puke. Never in her life had she witnessed so cheerful a scene. "So," she finally stated. "Are we going to play Volleyball, or play with Ryo-Ohki all day?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," the new comer declared removing her furry friend from her head. "I'm ready when you are, Ryoko!"

"Then let's go. The net is out back." The silver-haired woman spun, beginning to march towards the backdoor. As she did, she noticed her son was not following. "Coming, Yosho?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm right behind you…." He replied sounding as if he had came out of a deep trance. Sakuya…she…she just said she found me nice…. Is that a good or bad? Mom always said it was dad's kindness that she found attractive, yet from what I know, nice guys always finish last. Especially in the Universe of Torment.

Later:

Under a gruelingly hot sun, Sakuya and Yosho faced off against each other as Ryoko watched. The golden-eyed woman now wore a large straw hat and a pair of sunglasses, as she drank her Saki from a coconut. Occasionally, she shouted out helpful advice such as "Next time hit the ball, and don't fall down."

"You know what," The woman in the red bikini top stated rising from her seat, causing her ample chest to bounce. Yosho shook his head, still rather embarrassed that his mother had chosen that particular outfit to wear. "You both need work." As she approached Sakuya, the former space pirate motioned with one hand to Yosho. "Especially you, son. Now get over here."

"Sakuya, I want you to show me how you serve the ball." Ryoko instructed. Both her and the black-haired young man watched analytically as the young lady went through all the motions of a proper serving technique. The daughter of Washu hmmed loudly. "Yes, yes, very nice. Now Yosho…." She began, removing her sunglasses to point at him with them. "Get behind Sakuya, and hold her arms."

"WHAT!?" both youth's shouted in unison, shocked by the silver-haired woman's suggestion.

"I just want you to be able to follow her through the motions of a serving." Ryoko declared. Unless you're afraid of her.

You're up to something, Yosho replied looking back and forth between his mother and Sakuya. I don't know what yet, but I'm sure you are.

"I see what you're saying, Ryoko." The black-haired woman replied. "But how will me showing Yosho the proper technique help me get better?"

"Well, it's obvious really. If Yosho doesn't do it properly, like your opponents will, then you'll never get a fair chance to learn. Now will you?" The seductive woman smiled triumphantly, before yawning loudly. I stayed up all night working on this plan. I'm sure if I can just get these two to relax around each other, then they'll be all right. Still, Yosho is as dense as his father, and it's gonna take something pretty extreme to get him to admit how he feels. "I would play you myself, Sakuya. But then I'd be too busy beating you to be of much help. This is the best way I know to demonstrate."

After a few more moments of awkward stares, Yosho took his place behind Sakuya. Arching his body away from her so as not to make contact between them, they went through the motions of serving volleyball.

"Now you see how she's doing it Yosho?" Ryoko declared. Putting her hand on her son's back, she gentle edged him closer to Sakuya. "But you still aren't standing properly. Don't worry, I'm sure Sakuya won't bite." With a final firm push, the youngest Masaki's body came into contact with the volleyball captain's back, causing his face to become bright red.

Almost instantly, Yosho leapt away, trying to hide the small trickle of blood coming from his nose. Suddenly, as if his prayers had been answered, the young man heard something. "I'll be right back, I think I heard the mail carrier." The golden-eyed youth declared, bolting towards the gate.

"Did I do something wrong?" Sakuya asked gazing at Yosho with eyes that were brimming with tears.

"Nah, Yosho's just a little jumpy. Once you get to know him better, I'm sure he'll calm down." Ryoko said, not even trying to hold back her predatorial grin, since one of her favorite past times back in Delight was to make Tenchi nervous, seeing her son react the same way was slightly satisfying. Still, it annoyed her that her son would take off running when it seemed like everything should be going very smoothly between the two youths. This is going to be harder than I thought….

Get to know him better? Sakuya thought, blushing slightly. I think I'd like that, but how can I? Every time I go near him he runs away. Maybe he doesn't like me, or maybe… "Ryoko, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Okay." Ryoko said with a winning smile. "Although I already know what you are going to ask."

"Really?" The black-haired woman asked stunned. How did she know what I was thinking? Am I being too obvious? I don't want to give off the wrong message, but I really like Yosho, and… oh this is so frustrating. I don't act like this around any of the other boys at school, but then again none of the others are as friendly, or nice, to me as he is.

"And the answer is yes." Taking a hop back, the silver haired woman 's bosom bounced slightly. "They are real." Running one hand quickly through her hair, the seductive woman grinned, "and this is my natural color. Amazing I know, and I am sorry, Sakuya, but I can't tell you how I stay in such good shape. It's a family secret."

[Sakuya collapses anime style]

With a timid laugh, the emerald-eyed woman closed her eyes as she smiled. "Actually Mrs. Masaki," the golden-eyed woman coughed, correcting her young friends language. "I mean, Ryoko! What I wanted to know is…well…how did you know Mr. Masaki was the man for you?"

Leaning back against the net, the silver-haired woman folded her arms behind her head. This was a rather difficult question. What was it that made me love Tenchi? I know I care about him with all my heart, but what was it that made me realize it? Was it having Zero Ryoko, the sissy, fused into me? Or was it something else? As if her mind had suddenly been struck by lightning, Ryoko experienced what could be known as a stroke of genius. "Your question is really hard to answer," the sultry woman replied, looking at the clouds above. "But I think I have an answer. I think I knew I loved MY Tenchi when I realized he set me free."

"Set you free?" Sakuya asked finding it hard to imagine Mrs. Ryoko Masaki ever being the conservative type. "What do you mean?"

"It's different for everyone, I think." Ryoko replied vanishing, only to appear right behind the other woman. Her lithe arm wrapped around the schoolgirl's neck. "When the right person comes, kiddo, I'm sure you'll know it." And I can just bet on who that man will be…

For once in her life, the energetic volleyball captain was speechless, as she looked from the silver-haired woman around her neck, to the volleyball net. "How did you… you were just? Ryoko! Did you just teleport behind me?"

OH man! Ryoko fumed wanting to hit herself in the head. I forgot all about that! I got so wrapped up in my talk with her, that I forgot I promised to keep my teleporting a secret! Now what am I going to do? A plan formed quickly in her mind, causing the ingenious space pirate to use her best ability. The ability to lie her way out of any situation, which had allowed her to get out of trouble with Tenchi numerous times in the past. "Teleporting? Oh my, Sakuya you must be suffering from heat stroke. We'd better get you inside! Are you feeling well?" Placing a hand on the other woman' forehead, Ryoko quickly pulled back her hand. "Ouch! You're burning up. Come on, let's get you inside and lie you down."

"But...I…" Sakuya stammered, beginning to breathe hard. "That is…maybe you're right Ryoko. I have been feeling a little tired lately. Maybe I HAVE been pushing myself too hard for this volleyball tournament, and with today's heat…. I guess it should take it easy for a little while…"

Mother. I have mail for you. Yosho's voice said in a prophetic tone. Turning her head, the silver haired woman saw her son approaching in one hand he held the usual junk mail and bills, but in the other was a much large brown envelope.

Not now Yosho! I have to take Sakuya inside. She saw me teleport, and now I have to get her inside and lay her down. Ryoko's voice changed from scolding to proud as she continued. I told her she was sick, and that she might be getting heat stroke. Now do me a favor and get her an ice pack for her head.

It's from them, or rather, it's from HIM. The young man accented 'him,' and his mother knew exactly whom he was talking about.

Tenchi…. The silver haired woman gasped before releasing Sakuya, who had been leaning against her as she walked into the house. The startled young woman quickly fell to the ground, letting loose a powerful 'oomph' sound as she hit. Before Yosho could react, Ryoko appeared, snatching the large envelope from her son's hand then disappeared once again.

The golden-eyed youth gawked at the scene around him. Where moments ago two young and desirable, although he would never admit to calling his own mother desirable, women had been, now only one remained. Walking towards the remaining woman, who was now struggling to get up, Yosho heard a noise that cut him to the depths of his soul. It was the sound of Sakuya crying. At first he could tell she was trying to hide it, but when she spoke, it was evident how upset she truly was.

"What's going on here? One minute Ryoko's right in from of me then she's not. Then I'm holding her while I walk in your house, Yosho, and the next thing I know I'm face down in the dirt! Tell me what's going on?" As his golden eyed met her own, the young man who was heir to planet Jurai's throne could not speak. It felt as if the words had become lodged in his throat. The sad woman before him however did not suffer the same problem. "Well," she snapped, anger filling her words. Why doesn't he answer me? I'm talking to him, but all he does is stare? OH! Yosho Masaki you make me so frustrated sometimes!

Looking at her from head to feet, Yosho finally was able to speak. "You're bleeding." He said in a zombie-like tone, pointing to her right knee, which was held slightly bent. "Let me help you inside," the young Masaki offered advancing on her. Suddenly the young man recalled a story his father used to tell him when he was very young. It was about the first few weeks after Ryoko, Sasami, Ryo-Ohki, and Ayeka had come to live on Earth. Aunt Ayeka was eavesdropping on my great-grandfather and dad's training, when she fell and got hurt. Then father had to…. Casting a quick glance at the flustered woman before him, Yosho nodded slightly. Why not? I know I can't make her hate me anymore than she must right now, and besides maybe it'll cheer her up. Summoning up all his courage, Yosho walked a little quicker toward the bleeding young woman.

"I don't need your help," Sakuya said almost pouting as she turned her face away from him. "I'm a big girl, I…."

Yosho's classmate's words were interrupted as her feet were literally swept out from under her. In an instant she found herself being easily carried by the well-built young man. "Nonsense," he said forcing a smile trying his best to hide his own nervousness. "It's the least I can do. You are after all our guest, and you are hurt. Please, Miss Kumashiro, let me carry you into the house. Then we can have a look at your leg."

Sniffing hard, the black-haired girl's fury seemed to melt away. "Oh, all right…" she said sounding reluctant. "I guess it wouldn't be so bad to have a strong handsome man carry me into his house." As the golden-eyed son of Ryoko walked into the house, Sakuya snickered. Over the threshold, eh Yosho? Oh I only wish it was so….

The Living Room:

"Well, it doesn't look too bad. Just a bad scrape is all." Yosho said looking up from her bloody knee. "I'll get you a bandage, and something to clean that cut. By the way, I am sorry about my mother letting you fall like that. I will make sure I have a talk with her about it later."

"Oh don't worry about it." Sakuya said, leaning back into the comfortable cushion. "I'm sure whatever was in that letter you gave her must have been important. She doesn't seem like the mean type."

The young man merely smiled, remembering all the stories of Ryoko and his Aunt Ayeka's battles. As he walked away, he could not help but feel a tug on his heart. He had only felt this pain once before, when he lost his family…. I wonder what it is Tenchi and the others want? Well, I'm sure that letter isn't regarding anything too important, or else they would have come to tell her themselves. Probably just a letter from home….

The Kitchen:

Ryoko closed the door to the large kitchen, where Sasami had at one time prepared various culinary delights. If Yosho was right, and this was really a letter from Tenchi, then she wanted to read it in complete privacy. But if this is your idea of a joke, then so help me… The lithe space pirate tore into the brown envelope, dumping its contents onto the counter in a hurry. She was surprised to find not one letter, but two! Not only that, but there was also a picture from Sasami included.

Holding up the crayon drawing, the golden-eyed woman smiled. It's either Sasami's, or Mihoshi has really improved…. Figuring it was the former Ryoko slid the crayon drawing of her and the other's aside, focusing her attention on the two letters.

One was much smaller than the other, and written in a very proper handwriting. With a quick flick of her wrist, the silver-haired woman tore into the letter.

Dear Ryoko,

The former resident of the Universe of Delight smiled. It's from Sasami. I wonder what the little princess has been up to?

How have you been? Everyone here really misses you. Especially Mayuka. OH! Ryo-Ohki says 'please come back soon, I miss you.' She's been behaving really well lately, and would like to see you again. Mihoshi and Kiyone had a friend visit them, someone named Cat-iz-oh. I think. He was in charge of some special Galaxy Police stuff. Oh mega Sect is what Kiyone called it. They came and took that mean old ship of Blackshire's, The Ebon Shard. I guess they're going to use it to catch a space pirate called Kenzar.

KENZAR! Ryoko thought with a gasp. I didn't think he was still alive? That pasty skinned freak was slime. Heck, I'm no brain like Washu, but even I had more tact than him. Although he acted different every time I met him, deep down he was just a bloodthirsty thug. I hope these Galaxy Police guys put him away for good. I hated him so much! I worked for Kagato because I was his machine, but Kenzar committed crimes to get Kagato's attention so he could take my place. Shaking her head, the golden-eyed woman continued reading. I have no clue why, but I always got the feeling there was some history between the two of them.

But anyway, besides that, nothing has really been happening. Ayeka and I were talking the other day about you being gone. She was busy taking care of Mayuka, which takes up most of her time, being her mother and all. I guess that's all part of being a mom, fussing all the time. Anyway, as I was saying….

Ryoko continued to scan the letter, yet she could not get over what Sasami had said as a side comment. Ayeka is Mayuka's mother! The shocked woman sighed heavily. I suppose I should have expected this, since if I didn't take Tenchi's offer. I just never figured he'd move on to Ayeka that quickly…. Realizing she couldn't focus on Sasami's words, the confused mother set down the note form her young friend, and shifted her gaze to the other letter.

Unlike what she had just read, this document had no distinguished handwriting on the outside. Instead it bore a name on its plain white cover, one written in simple script. The name was, obviously, Ryoko. Shrugging her shoulders as if she was tired, the brave space pirate timidly sliced open one end of the envelope. Out fell a single sheet of paper. With a flick of her wrist Ryoko opened the folded document, displaying the same cocky attitude Yosho had when he talked to Sakuya a few days earlier.

Ryoko.

How have you been? I guess I've been fine, that is to say I'm healthy. I haven't slept much lately, but other than that, I'm in good shape. Things sure have been quiet here since you left. I can't say that is necessarily a good thing. I think about you everyday. As a matter of fact, I have great news! Noodles said her first word. It was Ryoko. The normally steel willed woman stopped to wipe a tear of joy from her eyes.

I was Mayuka's first word… Ryoko thought, feeling a mixture of sadness and rapture. Her soul was like a battlefield, as her own happiness for Tenchi was drowned by her self-hatred for missing the blessed event. I wish I could have been there to hear it. Finally reigning in her heart, the silver-haired beauty read on.

Listen Ryoko; I'm no good at easing into a situation like this, so I'm just going to say it….

The seductive lady smiled, looking out the window at the beautiful day as her mind once again wandered. Tenchi was always all thumbs when it came to handling anything concerning women. Her grin faded as she tried to guess what the love of her life had to say that was so important. I've been gone barely over a week which means Ayeka's had that much time to try and get in good with Tenchi. Even thought I doubt that little princess could move in on a man so fast, Sasami DID say that Ayeka is Mayuka's mom…Maybe Tenchi is planning on making that title official, and he wants my blessing. Of course, he could have proposed to her already, and merely wanted to let me know, being the polite young man that he is and all. Ryoko laughed at herself, since the situation was completely absurd.

However, the idea did seem to fluster the youthful space pirate as her breathing seemed to come in shorter breaths. Banishing the terrible thoughts of HER Tenchi and Ayeka to the depths of her subconscious, Ryoko read on, figuring the truth could never be as bad as her nightmares.

I don't know what Sasami told you in her letter, but things haven't been going smoothly here. You see since you left, there have been numerous time and space rifts opening up. One in particular Washu was able to witness. I was holding Mayuka before I went to the field, and suddenly it was like I was in a trance. She tells me an emerald energy leapt between us. Just like when we fought,

Ryoko said the horrible name aloud as she read it, Yuzuha!

It seems that she's back. Only this time we think it's the one from the Universe of Torment. I had to beg Washu to let me send you this warning. She really is holding fast to her promise of not letting anyone be sent to where you are. I've wanted to come visit you on several occasions, for very personal reasons. You see another problem we are facing right now is Mayuka. This comment seemed to really grab the young woman's attention as she tried to read over the letter quickly. Numerous times Ryoko damned her own inability to read faster. She hasn't been eating. Commander Katiso, the head of Omega Sect, thinks it may be because she misses you so much. I can't say I blame her. It's a struggle everyday to get Mayuka to keep anything down. She cries almost constantly. We are all doing our best, but it looks like a losing battle.

Swallowing hard, Ryoko could see the tiny infant in her minds eye. The thought of her suffering was beyond anything the silver-haired beauty could tolerate. She straightened, prepared to race home to rescue her small friend. However, the letter from Tenchi was not finished, and she decided to finish it before she headed out.

There is one last thing I would like to say Ryoko. I know I haven't always treated you with the kindness I probably should have in the past, but if you come back can promise you that everything will be different. Do you remember those times we nearly kissed? It was probably the most passionate feeling I can remember in my entire life. The reason I am telling you this is because… well recently, Ayeka and I kissed. I don't want to keep secrets from you, and when you come back you would just have heard about it from Ayeka or me anyway. But please don't misunderstand, it wasn't like you and I. It was more of a kiss to calm our nerves, and….

The rest of the letter went unread, as Ryoko crushed it in her hand, as if she could destroy what happened by squeezing hard. I waited my entire life… my ENTIRE LIFE for someone like Tenchi. Someone I could be with, who would be there for me! I thought it would be you Tenchi, but now I see you only wanted me to play nursemaid for your child, so you and little miss princess can go out and make out! Well I'm not going to buy into your lies, grandson of Katsuhito. I was Kagato's slave for nearly 1300 years. THEN, I spent 700 years imprisoned in that damn cave because of your grandfather. I won't let you use your sweet words to make me into your slave. The golden-eyed woman's thinking was irrational, once again her passionate love of Tenchi and his daughter warred for control of her mind with her hate and jealousy of Ayeka having beaten her to the ultimate prize, a kiss from Tenchi.

Finally the pressure became too much, and she grabbed her head as if to prevent it from exploding. An instant later Ryoko screamed. Not a verbal scream, but rather a mental screech. NOOOOO!!!

It was heard by Yosho, Washu, Ryo-Ohki, and even the silver-haired woman's double who floated unconsciously in the a med tube in Washu's lab. None of the four residents of this universe had felt such raw emotional pain since that day long ago. The day Tenchi died. For to Ryoko, who came from the Universe of Delight, he had. Needing somewhere to redirect her rage, the furious space pirate shattered the window, as well as a decent portion of the wall, she had just been looking out with her free fist. Almost instantly afterwards, Ryoko beamed herself out of the house, and stormed out towards the dock.

The Living Room: Moments earlier

Sakuya winced in pain as she tried to draw her leg back from the young man who knelt before her with a bottle of peroxide in his hands.

"I'm sorry," Yosho said with a chuckle. "But I promise it will only hurt for a second. Besides you don't want to get an infection, do you? If you want, look away, and I'll tell you when I put the bandage on. Okay?"

Timidly, the class president re-extended her leg, preparing for the burning sensation that would "I'm a big girl, I can take it." Besides, she thought. I'm afraid. Afraid that if I look away from you, for even a second Yosho, you'll disappear. With surgical care, the son of Ryoko placed the cloth doused in peroxide on the cut on her knee. Wincing slightly, Sakuya continued to watch as Yosho cleaned the cut and placed a bandage, which bore pictures of a popular cartoon series, Moldiver, over the wound.

"Sorry," the young man apologized pointing to the bandage. "But it was all we had left in the bathroom."

"That's fine. I like this show anyway," the wounded young lady said then stopped abruptly. I might as well tell him how I feel. Now's as good a time as ever. Besides I don't think I could live another moment without knowing if he feels about me. "Yosho," she began. "There's something I need to tell you…."

"What is it, Sakuya?" the man with an interesting background declared looking her squarely in the eyes.

Taking a deep breath, the black-haired woman prepared to speak. However at that instant a loud shattering noise echoed from the kitchen. "What was that?" Yosho declared rushing towards the source of the disturbance. What he saw, confused him as well as hurt. His mother was heading away from the house, something clenched firmly in one hand. What's going on? Taking a step forward, the young man prepared to head out after her, to see what had happened. Just as he reached the hole in the wall, he saw his grandmother gazing back at him.

"Listen closely to me Yosho," the wise woman said in a calm voice. "Go back into the living room, and stay with Sakuya. I'll talk to Ryoko." The young man opened his mouth to object, however the young scientist held up a hand to ward off his words. "Trust me, I'm the best suited to talk to her of both of us. You just keep your guest company."

The part Jurai youth smiled weakly, "Sure, but don't you think you might need my help?"

"No," Washu declared ominously walking away, feeling ill at ease. There had been something unique about Ryoko's cry, besides how loud it was. It was as if she was calling for something, or rather someone. As if she was calling for…. Her mommy.

Outside on the Docks:

Ryoko sat in a heap at the end of the long wooden docks. Using one hand to steady herself, the former space pirate still clutched the letter tightly in her other hand. He kissed Ayeka. I can't believe it. I thought we meant something to each other. I always knew that if I left, that little princess would eventually win Tenchi over, but in my heart I always thought he would wait for me. Imagine, that jerk wouldn't kiss me, even after I gave him two chances, but he goes off and kisses that prim and proper, Ayeka the first chance he gets! I just can't believe it.

Ryoko… a gentle voice said inside her head, almost as if asking a question. The owner of this intrusive voice was none other than Washu. What's wrong, dear?

The mighty space pirate merely looked away, trying to hide her pain. However she could tell that such a thing would be impossible. Even she could tell that her mental scream earlier was rather loud. Leave me alone, Washu, I'm in no mood for your lectures right now.

Kneeling beside the emotionally shaken woman, the red-haired scientist moaned. Her voice echoed in the space pirate's brain, taking a sweet loving tone. It almost sounded as if Washu was talking to an infant. At any other time, this would have probably ended the conversation, and Washu would have been sent skipping across the lake like a stone by the silver haired woman. However with the way she felt now, the golden-eyed demon took comfort in her mother's nurturing tone. Ryoko, dear, I'm not here to lecture you. Because I know that whatever is bothering you, isn't your fault. Now please, tell me what's making you so sad? Won't you let mommy help? Using one hand she lifted her daughter's face upwards. When their eyes met, all Ryoko could do was timidly lift up the hand containing the letter. Taking the crumpled up note slowly, Washu once again continued to soothingly talk to her daughter mentally. Is this what made my Little Ryoko so sad? Well, let's just look things over, shall we?

Having lived as a scientist for over 20,000 years had its advantages. One of which was the ability to read over a document at lightning quick speed. The only thing that shocked the short scientist more than Tenchi's grammar was his message. Mayuka is dying? Well the situation MUST be bleak if I can't figure it out. But I don't think that is what is upsetting Ryoko so much. IT must be the part about Ayeka. Using one hand she gently moved Ryoko's face into her shoulder. There, there, my little Ryoko. Things can't be that bad. You don't need to worry. I'm sure you're still Tenchi's favorite. Now why don't we go to the Onsen and talk this over. We can have some Saki!

Washu's offer fell upon deaf ears, since the silver-haired woman's anxiety had taken its toll, and she had fallen asleep in the red-haired woman's arms. Sleep well, little Ryoko. Then you can attack this problem with a clear head. Sighing heavily, the young looking woman shifted into a more comfortable position, resting her daughter's head in her lap. I don't know what to advise you to do on this one. My heart wants you to stay, since you remind me so much of my real daughter, but my head tells me you are needed more at home right now than anywhere else. Still, as all mothers must do at one time or another, I've learned to trust your judgments. Whatever you decided will be fine with me, my little angel…. Washu closed her eyes, slowly drawing in a breath of the cool lake air. The last time she had called Ryoko an angel had been just after Leech's attack. That recollection brought with it many painful memories; how they lost Tenchi, Ayeka, Mihoshi, Kiyone, and of the two time travelers she had detected. That night, just over a year ago, had altered their lives forever, as well as changed the constant of time and space. Gently stroking the sleeping woman's hair, Washu tried to focus her attention on happier times, when all her friends and family lived together in what could be considered peace.

Dream Sequence:

Ryoko stood by Funaho, looking at the ancient space tree as if it held all the answers. Taking a deep breath, she could smell the faint hint of cherry blossoms in the air. It was her favorite fragrance in the entire world, with the exception of Tenchi's personal scent. "This is where we almost had one of our most passionate encounters Tenchi. I only wish we could have had that. Maybe then I wouldn't be so torn right now."

Suddenly a low rumble, like a storm cloud echoed in the air behind her. What are you still doing here? A familiar voice shouted into her mind. Turning slowly Ryoko saw the owner of the voice was none other than her counter part from this universe, Ryoko Masaki. Are you too stupid to see your one true chance to be happy?

"How do you know about any of what's been happening?" The silver haired woman replied.

I could feel your pain as you cried out earlier. When you fell asleep, I glimpsed your mind, and knew what had happened. So now, my question is why are you still here? If I were you I'd be heading back home RIGHT NOW! I mean this is Tenchi we're talking about!

"Listen ME! I don't need me giving me any advice! I know what I'm doing!" Ryoko shouted loudly at the cyan-haired woman who glared back at her.

Oh really? Well then, why don't you tell me what you're doing exactly? Because to me it looks like you're abandoning that child! Mrs. Masaki roared back at her counterpart.

The silver-haired woman's reply was swift. In a lighting quick motion, Ryoko brought her hand down, smacking her double in the face. "How Dare you say that to me! When I gave up everything to help Yosho!"

Only because it would help you out. Don't you see Ryoko; in the end you only did this for your own selfish reasons. You don't care about him! Not like I do….

"Oh yeah, you really care! You're the one whose been hiding inside her own mind in a med-tube for the last year, wallowing in her own self-pity."

Each woman glared into the others eyed for long moments, waiting for the other to say something. Finally it was Mrs. Masaki who broke the tense silence. She responded by laughing. It wasn't a malicious laughter, but one full of joy and warmth.

"What's so funny?" The golden-eyed woman from Delight demanded, appearing ready to fight.

You are. I am. We both are. I mean look at us, we're arguing with ourselves. You are right about me; I have been allowing myself to dwell on the negative for too long. But I am right about you. You need your Tenchi, as much as I needed my Tenchi. It's not right for me to ask you to watch over Yosho. If you leave now, then you can still get Tenchi back. After all, you are Ryoko, the dread space pirate, and no one has ever escaped from you before. The cyan-haired woman smiled at her silver-haired other. Please, go back to Tenchi. If not for yourself, then for Mayuka, for Tenchi, for me…. I can never have my Tenchi back, but it would do me good to know that you have him.

"No. I won't be a maid for Tenchi, so that him and Ayeka can go make out! I am not going to be his slave."

Don't you get it yet, Ryoko? The woman who was Tenchi's wife replied in a shocked manner. You were always his slave, and he is yours. Not like we were to Kagato, in body, but you and he are slaves to your hearts. There is no shame in that. I lived many, MANY wonderful years in that state, and I wouldn't trade it for the entire universe. This thing with Ayeka, from what I know from your mind, sounds like merely a moments weakness. If you were there, none of this would have happened, I'm positive.

"I understand what you're saying, but what about Yosho?"

He is my son. He's strong, and will survive. I know you care about him, but like him, you have your own life to lead, and as sad as it makes me to say it, you are not supposed to be a part of it. I know you want to be with him through his life, being me and all, but part of being a good parent, I'm told, is sacrifice.

"Sacrifice…." The word echoed in Ryoko's mind repeatedly. Suddenly it was as if everything her other was saying came into focus. "Of course, I understand what you're trying to tell me now. It won't be easy, but I'll do it…."

The cyan haired woman smiled. Good, and please when you see him again remember to tell him how much I care. With a final nod, the Ryoko from the universe of Torment disappeared.

END DREAM:

The silver haired woman's head shot up, as she awoke. "Well, did you have a good rest?" Washu asked her, still cradling her daughter in her arms.

"Washu…can you build a machine to open a doorway to the Universe of delight?" Ryoko asked still sounding tired and shaken.

"Can I!" the emerald eyed woman said in shock. "Not only is it possible, but it's already done! Do you want me to send you home?"

Rising to her feet, the lithe woman steeled herself as she looked down on her mother. "Just have the portal ready. I'll meet you in your lab soon." In an instant the former space pirate disappeared, leaving the universe's greatest genius alone on the docks holding the note that contained Tenchi's desperate plea.

Washu's Lab: (half hour later)

The short scientist sat in her floating cushion, which she used as a chair, typing in a few minor details to begin activating the large machine in front of her. So she's leaving us already then. We finally had you back, Ryoko. Sure it was for barely over a week, but it felt like old times….

" Is everything ready, Washu?" Ryoko asked, coming up behind the smaller woman, drawing her from her thoughts.

"Yes. So you've made up your mind?"

The silver-haired woman nodded, clutching a piece of paper desperately in her hands. Holding it up towards Washu, she tried her best to smile. "It's the way it has to be."

"Ah, I see. Ok then…." The youthful looking woman replied, shaking her head in sorrow, before activating the portal. "I hope you know what you're doing. You know he won't like it."

"Yes, but I've been getting him ready for today, for my whole life it seems." Ryoko said her steely voice starting to crack. "Let's just get this over with so I can get on with my life."

In an instant, it was done, and the fate of two universes was changed, once again, forever.

Universe of Delight: Washu's Lab

Tenchi stood by Washu, an anxious look on his tired face. Only a few moments ago, she had called him down to her lab, saying Ryoko had sent her reply. The young man appeared torn.

"Here Tenchi," She stated handing him the letter. "I think you should open her reply." As the red-haired woman looked at the young father before her, she could tell he was not happy with Ryoko's method of replying. "Don't look so glum, Tenchi. Maybe she just had to say her goodbyes, and needed more time. You know Ryoko; she always wants to make a big entrance whenever she can. Besides my daughter is always running behind, but you don't need to worry." As the number one genius spoke, the brown haired man opened the letter, opening it slowly. "I mean let's face it. There isn't anyone in this entire universe Ryoko loves more than you. If you're the one to ask her to come home, then she's bound to show up any minute."

When he again spoke, his words were bitter and full of pain. "You're wrong Washu." That simple phrase brought the diminutive scientists chatter to a halt, as she peered at him, expecting a more in-depth explanation. "Here." Returning the letter to his friend, the young man covered his eyes, hoping to control his inner rage.

The green-eyed goddess skimmed over the message from her daughter, figuring Tenchi had merely misinterpreted it.

Tenchi,

Please believe me that I wish I could come back, with all my heart. But I can't. As I told you when I left, I can't abandon Yosho. He still needs me. I even talked to myself, and I told me this was the right thing to do. I'm sure Washu can figure out some way to make Mayuka eat. You don't need me for that. Besides, you have Ayeka. Please thank Sasami for the picture.


Goodbye, Ryoko

The two parents stood in eerie silence in the gargantuan lab. When he was finally able to regain control of his breathing, Tenchi spoke. However his hand still blocked his eyes. "Maybe not THIS universe, Washu, but in that one there is someone more important…. Washu, can you send me there? Maybe I wasn't clear enough. If I go and see her myself then maybe I can…."

"No," Washu replied cutting him off, her words echoing in the expanse of her laboratory. "Tenchi, she's made up her mind. There is nothing we can do. I'm sorry…."

Swallowing hard, Tenchi turned away, heading back into the house. Things were not going the way they were supposed to he could tell. Yet, all he could do was mentally blame himself. If only I hadn't been so indecisive. Then none of this would have happened. Now it looks like I'll have to pay for my stupidity, and that much I can live with. But why does Mayuka have to pay for my mistakes? It isn't fair. I hope you're right Ryoko, and Washu can find a cure for Noodles newest condition. For her sake….

Universe of Torment: Living Room:

The two youths, Sakuya and Yosho, laughed together as they sat on the couch, waiting for the temperature to cool off, so they could continue to play volleyball without fear of anyone getting heatstroke again.

"What's so funny?" Ryoko asked coming in the room. Her appearance much more stable than it had been earlier.

"Oh, hello Ryoko." Sakuya declared turning around in her seat, a smile beaming across her face. "Are you feeling better? Yosho said you got some bad news. I'm sorry to hear you didn't win that beauty contest. Those judges must have been blind. By the way, you didn't get hurt when that shelf fell in the kitchen, did you?"

"Yes, I'm starting to feel a lot better, Sakuya dear." A beauty contest and a falling shelf? The silver haired woman thought sounding confused as she eyed her son. That was the best you could come up with?

The young man merely shrugged, well, mother you do enter into a lot of them, mostly to make dad jealous and all. So I figured there was no harm in saying that was where you're mail came from. Unless you thought I should actually TELL her it came from another universe, and if I tell her you punch a hole in the wall, then she might get curious as to how you could be that strong….

Nodding, the silver-haired mother conceded the point. "So, what were you two talking about?"

"I was just tell Yosho about the carnival, and all the fun he could have if he'd come. Like how last year we…."

"You know what," Ryoko suddenly said interrupting the younger woman. "I've been thinking it over, and Yosho and I are going to be attending this carnival."

"Really!" the young class president declared ecstatically. "That's great! Hey, why don't we celebrate? I still have my special lunch. I'll go get it." In a flash, Sakuya vanished, running to get her culinary delight she had made.

What are you talking about Mother? Yosho snapped back at the silver-haired woman. What makes you think we're going to the school festival?

Casting him a menacing look, Ryoko quelled his complaints with her stare. We're going. You and I both need to get out and do something. END…OF…DISCUSSION.

Bowing his head, the black-haired son admitted defeat. Something is bothering you mother, and I aim to find out what. Looking at the happy girl beside him, the golden-eyed man couldn't help but smile. Still, this will give me a chance to hang out with Sakuya more. I wonder if she likes me, like I like her, or if she's just trying to be polite….

Next time: Well I think I've sufficiently depressed you all. How about some fun? Would you like to go to a carnival? A little cotton candy, popcorn, and soft drinks? Well, that's good, because everyone is invited to come along, and the tickets are on me! As things take a little happier tone. Not only that, but Kenzar VS Sigius for control of the Yenvala. Although I am curious why SSJ4 Broli has that in here, I mean why would anyone care about those two? Next Time: Festival of Life!

Ryoko: SSJ4 Broli can I 'talk' do you for a moment. [Sound of knuckles cracking fills the air] I don't see anything HAPPY about this do you? {Motions to above story}

SSJ4 Broli: [sweating] okay… If I live through this "talk," I'll see you all in Chapter 9… Now Ryoko, m'lady, it's like this just let me live to the end of the next chapter I swear….

* Remember right before Blackshire Tenchi promised things would be different if Ryoko came back. Of course he was merely thinking the whole thing.