Tenchi-Muyo! (No Need For Tenchi!; This End Up) is (c) AIC * Pioneer LDC, Inc.
Aa! Megami-sama! (Oh My Goddess!) is (c) by Kousuke Fujishima, Kodansha, TBS and
KSS Films.
Aa! Megami-sama Muyo! (Ah! No Need For My Goddess!)
A Tenchi-Muyo! and Aa! Megami-sama! crossover fan fiction
By Luna Hinomura
http://fly.to/Luna's
Chapter 13: The Demon of Darkness
The mood around the Masaki household hadn't changed much ever since the
loss of Tsunami, but Funaho and Tokimi had still not given up. The incident had
occurred in the winter, and it was now midsummer. Six long, aggravating months
had passed. Tenchi had seemed happier around Christmastime, and though he still
moped at times, he seemed to be handling it better.
"How sad," Funaho quipped to herself, working down in the subspace
laboratory. Even when invigorated by the thrill of using computers, her
thoughts never strayed very far from Tenchi.
The sound of her door being opened startled her, and she turned around.
"Well, if it isn't my son Yosho," she said as Lord Katsuhito walked in. "This
is the first time you've come in here, ever." She turned back to the screen
she'd been looking at. "Well, actually, you've come in 'here' when it was
linked to Jurai instead of the Masaki's house."
Katsuhito nodded. "I've come to talk to you, Mother. There's something
that's been troubling me. I sense that either something is wrong, or that
something's going to happen." He looked around the laboratory. "My, if this
has been here since you came to live in this house, then you certainly move
quickly. This is your 'office' in the Jurai System, isn't it?"
Smiling, Funaho turned to her son. "Yes, it's on a plane of existence
separate from Jurai, though it can be reached from both Jurai and the door to
the storage closet. It's encrypted with a password that no one will ever be
able to decipher, so no one will ever be able to hack into it. No one will ever
be able to come in except through that door." She pointed at the door behind
Katsuhito, the door he had used to enter her lab. "But you already knew all
that. Come, Yosho, how long will you stay in your disguise?"
Funaho's accusation caused him to jump, but he only smiled. "So you knew.
I just can't fool you, can I, Mother?"
"I've known ever since System Jurai went down. If the Tenchi-ken now
belongs to Tenchi, nothing should be sustaining your life. Except the tree,
Funaho. My namesake. Not only that, but you have no mortal blood in you at
all."
A thin, gray shield appeared around Katsuhito and vanished just as
quickly, leaving behind a young and handsome man. "Well, Mother, how long will
*you* stay in *yours*?" Yosho said. His aged face, hair, and voice had all
disappeared.
"Until we can get Tsunami back," Funaho replied. "I think I like you
better like that. It's hard to look at your child when they look more than
twice as old as you."
"I like you better as Funaho than Washu," Yosho replied. "But you've
always known that."
"Yes." An awkward silence.
Yosho was the first to speak. "I think Tenchi should be starting college
soon. He's 18 now. It's been over a year since he met Tsunami; don't you think
it's a bit unhealthy?"
"It's like they say: 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'," Funaho
replied. "Tenchi refuses to give up hope, as does Lady Tokimi. What else *can*
I do? It'd be a hassle to replace her, and we'd rather not have to resort to
that. So long as the Jurai System is down, I have to remain as Funaho to
conserve energy. All we've discovered so far is that there is a strange aura
coming from the stairs leading to your shrine. However, that might just be a
risidual affect of Sayuri's appearance." She shut off the monitor she'd been
looking at, and her reflection appeared in the glass. The image caused her to
sigh tiredly.
"What is it?" Yosho asked worriedly.
Funaho pointed to the green circle on the forehead of her reflection.
"The mark of a Goddess. It's no wonder that Kagato was able to manipulate me.
Even with a mortal body, I could never be able to change my blood. Much like
you and Ryoko." She turned to her son. "Your blood is half Demon, half
Goddess, but your body is mortal. Ryoko has my body, but Kagato's blood. In a
way, she is your sister. I find it odd how these things work. Not even my
scientific mind can comprehend it." She smiled crookedly, an expression that
looked like it didn't belong on her face; that much was true, seeing as she
usually smiled like that in her Little Washu body.
"Do you miss Father?"
"I often muse about his last words, why he spoke words of love and
kindness to me with his dying breath. I'm afraid I'll go mad before I figure
out why. I'd rather not digress right now -- you're right; Tenchi should start
college now. After Ryoko blew up his school, it was easier for me to home
school him rather than send him to that other high school so far away. But I
can't replace a college life or a college education; he needs it. I'll talk to
him about it. He listens to me." She turned to a different console and began
rapidly typing in more information.
"Of course he listens to you. You remind him of his Mother and
Grandmother. Itsuko and Achika died so young... I feel slightly selfish that
*my* mother is alive, but that *his* isn't. And about what you were saying
before: have you learned more about Sayuri?"
"I still don't understand why she suddenly appeared on Christmas day. All
I know is that part of her blood is human, but the blood of a Goddess or Demon
is so difficult to decipher that it's taken me this long just to find out that
she's part human, and that Tenchi is indeed her father, though he doesn't
believe me. I still don't know if she has more Goddess blood from her mother,
or if that is from Tenchi. Or perhaps, Demon's blood."
"Tenchi seems to tolerate her presence quite well, and I think he would
even if he believed you," Yosho said. He stood up. "I'd better be going before
they wonder where I've disappeared to." As he reverted back into Katsuhito, his
aged appearance returned as well.
"I'll come with you." Funaho shut off another console, and followed her
son out the door. "It's best that I don't stay in here too long, anyway, since
the Jurai System needs all the Life-force Energy it can to maintain itself while
Tsunami's gone."
* * * * *
[I've waited six long months for this: for my midsummer's gift to them, a
gift that will end in tragedy. There is no other way. They can't stop me. Do
you understand, my little Sayuri? Or you, my little Mayuka?]
The Demon smiled crookedly and turned her head to look at the two sleeping
figures adorning her wall. Her fanged teeth, normally hidden behind her lips,
protruded in toothy grin, and gleamed in the faint green light coming from the
vat behind her. She drew in a breath, and breathed cold mist over them. The
woman on the left had long, sky-blue ponytails, and cuts and bruises over her
entire body. The girl on the right had orange eyes and dark blue hair that
shone with a silver sheen, ending in little stubs of a ponytail on either side
of her temples.
"Awaken," the Demon spoke.
Gradually, the two figures opened their eyes, and gazed down at the small
Demon before them. The Demon was barely even three feet tall. The girl on the
woman's left stared at the Demon with apparent apathy or a lack of
comprehension. But the woman struggled with all her might to break free.
"Let me out of here!!" the woman screamed, pulling away from the wall, but
the wall refused to give. Tears and sweat, mingled with the blood from her
cuts, began to stream down her body and over her shredded clothing. She was
strapped to the wall by her arms only, and her feet dangled painfully when she
kicked.
"Now, now, now, Tsunami. You know you can't get away," the Demon replied,
floating up to the woman's face. She took the woman's face in her hand, and
slammed it roughly against the wall. "You can't even possibly begin to realize
what I have planned for your precious Tenchi, or that 'family' of yours." The
Demon looked down at Tsunami scorning her. "You're not fit to be a Goddess."
A single word ripped its way from Tsunami's lips. "Why?!"
"Why am I doing this? Because. Because I feel like it," the Demon
replied, turning away from her. [Because...] A sudden silence pervaded the
room.
"Mayuka!" the Demon said abruptly.
"Hai!" Mayuka looked up, and held her face at attention.
"Stop speaking that language; you know that humans don't understand it,"
the Demon ordered.
"Hai," Mayuka replied.
"Baka! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!!!" The Demon was beginning to get
annoyed. "Just like I told your sister, I will tell you! Don't speak that
language while you're there! Humans don't understand the Ancient Tongue!"
"Yes, Yuzuha."
"That's better. Now, watch." Yuzuha snapped her fingers, and a monitor
of some sort made its way out of a different wall. The monitor left behind a
sticky trail of mucus and floated over to the four, pulsing all the while. The
wall that it had come from was covered in monitors, all pulsing to the same
rhythm, as if the entire wall was alive. Which, in a sense, it was. Each
monitor was the Familiar of a SpyDemon, just as Ryo-ohki was Ryoko's Familiar.
The monitor gradually cleared, and showed a shot of the Masaki household's
dining room, which was bustling with its normal everyday activity. Tsunami
recognized Tenchi, Ayeka, Ryoko, Funaho, Katsuhito, and Nobuyuki, but Kiyone and
Mihoshi were nowhere to be found. There was a girl Tsunami was unfamiliar with,
a girl that looked to be about Mayuka's age. She had two long ponytails as
well, but her hair was slightly lighter and much bluer in color than Tsunami's,
and her ponytails were shorter than Tsunami's as well. In fact, they barely
reached shoulder-length. She was clearing the dinner table, but stopped
momentarily to talk to Tenchi, calling him "Father."
"What?" Tsunami gasped.
"That's right, Tsunami. And that is where you are to go, Mayuka," Yuzuha
said, pointing a finger at the monitor. Her nails were sharp, and her skin was
blue. Her entire body was covered with some sort of fur, making her look more
like a creature than a Demon or human-like. "But first, you need clothes."
"Yes, Yuzuha," Mayuka replied. Clothes appeared on her previously naked
body: a long, pink dress with puffed sleeves and matching hat.
"Mayuka, I want you to go there, just as Sayuri has. Do not raise any
more suspicions than Sayuri did, and since I'm going to block your memories of
this place so you won't remember me at all. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Yuzuha."
"Now, Mayuka, go through there." At first, it seemed as if Yuzuha were
pointing her fingers at nothing but air, but a door appeared almost instantly.
"Yes, Yuzu--" Her words broke off as she were transported to the Masaki
house and Shrine.
"What does this mean?" Tsunami asked.
"This doesn't concern you or that stupid boy you're in love with," Yuzuha
snapped in return. She spat on Tsunami's face. "You're nothing, do you hear
me? You're absolutely nothing!"
The spittle dripped down over Tsunami's mouth and cheek, and she curled
her upper lip at the smell. Unfortunately, the spittle was also extremely
thick, and it flowed down with a speed that showed an apparent lack of
compassion for Tsunami's distaste for its odor. Her hand, bound to the wall,
twitched, as if it wished to wipe away the spit as well. Yuzuha only laughed.
[Oh, Tenchi...] Tsunami thought, before she passed out from the odor, the
pain, and her utter lack of strength from her condition. [Help me, Tenchi...]
* * * * *
"Father? Is something the matter? Why did you jump like that?" Sayuri
asked, pressing a reasurring hand on his shoulder.
"It's..." Tenchi looked carefully at his supposed 'daughter.' "Nothing.
It's just that I could have sworn I heard someone was calling my name."
"You must be tired, Tenchi," Ayeka replied. "You're hearing things. Why
don't you get some--"
"I'm *not* tired!!" he snapped angrily. "I don't need any rest or sleep!
I just thought..." He looked around at everyone's shocked expressions. "Well.
I-- Sorry. Nevermind."
End of Chapter 13
Aa! Megami-sama! (Oh My Goddess!) is (c) by Kousuke Fujishima, Kodansha, TBS and
KSS Films.
Aa! Megami-sama Muyo! (Ah! No Need For My Goddess!)
A Tenchi-Muyo! and Aa! Megami-sama! crossover fan fiction
By Luna Hinomura
http://fly.to/Luna's
Chapter 13: The Demon of Darkness
The mood around the Masaki household hadn't changed much ever since the
loss of Tsunami, but Funaho and Tokimi had still not given up. The incident had
occurred in the winter, and it was now midsummer. Six long, aggravating months
had passed. Tenchi had seemed happier around Christmastime, and though he still
moped at times, he seemed to be handling it better.
"How sad," Funaho quipped to herself, working down in the subspace
laboratory. Even when invigorated by the thrill of using computers, her
thoughts never strayed very far from Tenchi.
The sound of her door being opened startled her, and she turned around.
"Well, if it isn't my son Yosho," she said as Lord Katsuhito walked in. "This
is the first time you've come in here, ever." She turned back to the screen
she'd been looking at. "Well, actually, you've come in 'here' when it was
linked to Jurai instead of the Masaki's house."
Katsuhito nodded. "I've come to talk to you, Mother. There's something
that's been troubling me. I sense that either something is wrong, or that
something's going to happen." He looked around the laboratory. "My, if this
has been here since you came to live in this house, then you certainly move
quickly. This is your 'office' in the Jurai System, isn't it?"
Smiling, Funaho turned to her son. "Yes, it's on a plane of existence
separate from Jurai, though it can be reached from both Jurai and the door to
the storage closet. It's encrypted with a password that no one will ever be
able to decipher, so no one will ever be able to hack into it. No one will ever
be able to come in except through that door." She pointed at the door behind
Katsuhito, the door he had used to enter her lab. "But you already knew all
that. Come, Yosho, how long will you stay in your disguise?"
Funaho's accusation caused him to jump, but he only smiled. "So you knew.
I just can't fool you, can I, Mother?"
"I've known ever since System Jurai went down. If the Tenchi-ken now
belongs to Tenchi, nothing should be sustaining your life. Except the tree,
Funaho. My namesake. Not only that, but you have no mortal blood in you at
all."
A thin, gray shield appeared around Katsuhito and vanished just as
quickly, leaving behind a young and handsome man. "Well, Mother, how long will
*you* stay in *yours*?" Yosho said. His aged face, hair, and voice had all
disappeared.
"Until we can get Tsunami back," Funaho replied. "I think I like you
better like that. It's hard to look at your child when they look more than
twice as old as you."
"I like you better as Funaho than Washu," Yosho replied. "But you've
always known that."
"Yes." An awkward silence.
Yosho was the first to speak. "I think Tenchi should be starting college
soon. He's 18 now. It's been over a year since he met Tsunami; don't you think
it's a bit unhealthy?"
"It's like they say: 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'," Funaho
replied. "Tenchi refuses to give up hope, as does Lady Tokimi. What else *can*
I do? It'd be a hassle to replace her, and we'd rather not have to resort to
that. So long as the Jurai System is down, I have to remain as Funaho to
conserve energy. All we've discovered so far is that there is a strange aura
coming from the stairs leading to your shrine. However, that might just be a
risidual affect of Sayuri's appearance." She shut off the monitor she'd been
looking at, and her reflection appeared in the glass. The image caused her to
sigh tiredly.
"What is it?" Yosho asked worriedly.
Funaho pointed to the green circle on the forehead of her reflection.
"The mark of a Goddess. It's no wonder that Kagato was able to manipulate me.
Even with a mortal body, I could never be able to change my blood. Much like
you and Ryoko." She turned to her son. "Your blood is half Demon, half
Goddess, but your body is mortal. Ryoko has my body, but Kagato's blood. In a
way, she is your sister. I find it odd how these things work. Not even my
scientific mind can comprehend it." She smiled crookedly, an expression that
looked like it didn't belong on her face; that much was true, seeing as she
usually smiled like that in her Little Washu body.
"Do you miss Father?"
"I often muse about his last words, why he spoke words of love and
kindness to me with his dying breath. I'm afraid I'll go mad before I figure
out why. I'd rather not digress right now -- you're right; Tenchi should start
college now. After Ryoko blew up his school, it was easier for me to home
school him rather than send him to that other high school so far away. But I
can't replace a college life or a college education; he needs it. I'll talk to
him about it. He listens to me." She turned to a different console and began
rapidly typing in more information.
"Of course he listens to you. You remind him of his Mother and
Grandmother. Itsuko and Achika died so young... I feel slightly selfish that
*my* mother is alive, but that *his* isn't. And about what you were saying
before: have you learned more about Sayuri?"
"I still don't understand why she suddenly appeared on Christmas day. All
I know is that part of her blood is human, but the blood of a Goddess or Demon
is so difficult to decipher that it's taken me this long just to find out that
she's part human, and that Tenchi is indeed her father, though he doesn't
believe me. I still don't know if she has more Goddess blood from her mother,
or if that is from Tenchi. Or perhaps, Demon's blood."
"Tenchi seems to tolerate her presence quite well, and I think he would
even if he believed you," Yosho said. He stood up. "I'd better be going before
they wonder where I've disappeared to." As he reverted back into Katsuhito, his
aged appearance returned as well.
"I'll come with you." Funaho shut off another console, and followed her
son out the door. "It's best that I don't stay in here too long, anyway, since
the Jurai System needs all the Life-force Energy it can to maintain itself while
Tsunami's gone."
* * * * *
[I've waited six long months for this: for my midsummer's gift to them, a
gift that will end in tragedy. There is no other way. They can't stop me. Do
you understand, my little Sayuri? Or you, my little Mayuka?]
The Demon smiled crookedly and turned her head to look at the two sleeping
figures adorning her wall. Her fanged teeth, normally hidden behind her lips,
protruded in toothy grin, and gleamed in the faint green light coming from the
vat behind her. She drew in a breath, and breathed cold mist over them. The
woman on the left had long, sky-blue ponytails, and cuts and bruises over her
entire body. The girl on the right had orange eyes and dark blue hair that
shone with a silver sheen, ending in little stubs of a ponytail on either side
of her temples.
"Awaken," the Demon spoke.
Gradually, the two figures opened their eyes, and gazed down at the small
Demon before them. The Demon was barely even three feet tall. The girl on the
woman's left stared at the Demon with apparent apathy or a lack of
comprehension. But the woman struggled with all her might to break free.
"Let me out of here!!" the woman screamed, pulling away from the wall, but
the wall refused to give. Tears and sweat, mingled with the blood from her
cuts, began to stream down her body and over her shredded clothing. She was
strapped to the wall by her arms only, and her feet dangled painfully when she
kicked.
"Now, now, now, Tsunami. You know you can't get away," the Demon replied,
floating up to the woman's face. She took the woman's face in her hand, and
slammed it roughly against the wall. "You can't even possibly begin to realize
what I have planned for your precious Tenchi, or that 'family' of yours." The
Demon looked down at Tsunami scorning her. "You're not fit to be a Goddess."
A single word ripped its way from Tsunami's lips. "Why?!"
"Why am I doing this? Because. Because I feel like it," the Demon
replied, turning away from her. [Because...] A sudden silence pervaded the
room.
"Mayuka!" the Demon said abruptly.
"Hai!" Mayuka looked up, and held her face at attention.
"Stop speaking that language; you know that humans don't understand it,"
the Demon ordered.
"Hai," Mayuka replied.
"Baka! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!!!" The Demon was beginning to get
annoyed. "Just like I told your sister, I will tell you! Don't speak that
language while you're there! Humans don't understand the Ancient Tongue!"
"Yes, Yuzuha."
"That's better. Now, watch." Yuzuha snapped her fingers, and a monitor
of some sort made its way out of a different wall. The monitor left behind a
sticky trail of mucus and floated over to the four, pulsing all the while. The
wall that it had come from was covered in monitors, all pulsing to the same
rhythm, as if the entire wall was alive. Which, in a sense, it was. Each
monitor was the Familiar of a SpyDemon, just as Ryo-ohki was Ryoko's Familiar.
The monitor gradually cleared, and showed a shot of the Masaki household's
dining room, which was bustling with its normal everyday activity. Tsunami
recognized Tenchi, Ayeka, Ryoko, Funaho, Katsuhito, and Nobuyuki, but Kiyone and
Mihoshi were nowhere to be found. There was a girl Tsunami was unfamiliar with,
a girl that looked to be about Mayuka's age. She had two long ponytails as
well, but her hair was slightly lighter and much bluer in color than Tsunami's,
and her ponytails were shorter than Tsunami's as well. In fact, they barely
reached shoulder-length. She was clearing the dinner table, but stopped
momentarily to talk to Tenchi, calling him "Father."
"What?" Tsunami gasped.
"That's right, Tsunami. And that is where you are to go, Mayuka," Yuzuha
said, pointing a finger at the monitor. Her nails were sharp, and her skin was
blue. Her entire body was covered with some sort of fur, making her look more
like a creature than a Demon or human-like. "But first, you need clothes."
"Yes, Yuzuha," Mayuka replied. Clothes appeared on her previously naked
body: a long, pink dress with puffed sleeves and matching hat.
"Mayuka, I want you to go there, just as Sayuri has. Do not raise any
more suspicions than Sayuri did, and since I'm going to block your memories of
this place so you won't remember me at all. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Yuzuha."
"Now, Mayuka, go through there." At first, it seemed as if Yuzuha were
pointing her fingers at nothing but air, but a door appeared almost instantly.
"Yes, Yuzu--" Her words broke off as she were transported to the Masaki
house and Shrine.
"What does this mean?" Tsunami asked.
"This doesn't concern you or that stupid boy you're in love with," Yuzuha
snapped in return. She spat on Tsunami's face. "You're nothing, do you hear
me? You're absolutely nothing!"
The spittle dripped down over Tsunami's mouth and cheek, and she curled
her upper lip at the smell. Unfortunately, the spittle was also extremely
thick, and it flowed down with a speed that showed an apparent lack of
compassion for Tsunami's distaste for its odor. Her hand, bound to the wall,
twitched, as if it wished to wipe away the spit as well. Yuzuha only laughed.
[Oh, Tenchi...] Tsunami thought, before she passed out from the odor, the
pain, and her utter lack of strength from her condition. [Help me, Tenchi...]
* * * * *
"Father? Is something the matter? Why did you jump like that?" Sayuri
asked, pressing a reasurring hand on his shoulder.
"It's..." Tenchi looked carefully at his supposed 'daughter.' "Nothing.
It's just that I could have sworn I heard someone was calling my name."
"You must be tired, Tenchi," Ayeka replied. "You're hearing things. Why
don't you get some--"
"I'm *not* tired!!" he snapped angrily. "I don't need any rest or sleep!
I just thought..." He looked around at everyone's shocked expressions. "Well.
I-- Sorry. Nevermind."
End of Chapter 13
