Hi!! MoonFairy here, I just felt like writing a Ryoko fic 'cause in my not
so humble she is the ultimate character in Tenchi Muyo. Don't even think
that Ayeka is better than Ryoko because Ayeka is a whiny brat who must die,
Mwhahahaha! Well for you Ayeka fans this has no Ayeka bashing in it so
that's one good thing. This is my first Tenchi Muyo fic, so be easy on
flames.
Ryoko stared up at the stars, not feeling the cold that enveloped her. People had always said she could not feel things, which was true. Cold, hot, those simple physical neurological feelings she had never felt before, Washu had created them for her but her "Father", the man who molded her had changed certain attributes about physiology. Kagato had wanted make sure she could survive and fight in any condition, it be the frigid coldness of space or the searing heat of any desert. In part of her training he made her stand in sandstorm on the planet Tinto, making sure her body and mind would harden, it had been one of his numerous "tests" for her. After that, once they had been back on the so-called "safety" of the ship, Ryoko had always wished to be back in the tests. Because once upon the ship, there came the beatings, lessons, then more beatings, then once curfew was called, Ryoko could never escape him. He was a dark presence she could never get away from. Ryoko snorted, taking a deep swig of the sake, feeling it's comfortable burn down her throat. Everyone in this damn household is so fucking naive. Did they really think she could just brush Kagato of like snow? Did they really think that she could get away from him unscathed? Her had taken everything from her, her life, control, her body. Taking them and turning it into some sick sadistic pleasure, that bordered close to sexual pleasure. Thinking of those nights long ago made her wince, making her feel violated, which she was. Taking another drink, Ryoko thought on how the other's were disgusted by her drinking habits. They helped her forget all the pain she had caused, for those innocents, and for herself. 7 hundred years ago she wished that Yosho would have killed her, but he prolonged her pain by sealing her in that cave. For all her life, Ryoko had always known pain, anger and hatred, never experiencing compassion, love, mercy. But in one brief year she had felt all three from one boy, the heir to the Royal Thrown of Jurai, but a very humble boy. It was too late already, Tenchi choose Ayeka, now she had no one. Sure all the others were there but, none of them showed the compassion Tenchi has shown me. Ryoko felt anger enter her heart, taking a deep drink from the bottle, before throwing it at a tree, the bottle smashing into shards, reflecting the moons light. Feeling a small satisfaction at some release of her pain. And people said she didn't feel anything.
So was it good? I decided to take a break from Past Revealed, but be disappointed DBZ fans I will write another chapter soon, promise. Please use constructive criticism and review. Please ask for a sequel because I probably won't write one.
Ryoko stared up at the stars, not feeling the cold that enveloped her. People had always said she could not feel things, which was true. Cold, hot, those simple physical neurological feelings she had never felt before, Washu had created them for her but her "Father", the man who molded her had changed certain attributes about physiology. Kagato had wanted make sure she could survive and fight in any condition, it be the frigid coldness of space or the searing heat of any desert. In part of her training he made her stand in sandstorm on the planet Tinto, making sure her body and mind would harden, it had been one of his numerous "tests" for her. After that, once they had been back on the so-called "safety" of the ship, Ryoko had always wished to be back in the tests. Because once upon the ship, there came the beatings, lessons, then more beatings, then once curfew was called, Ryoko could never escape him. He was a dark presence she could never get away from. Ryoko snorted, taking a deep swig of the sake, feeling it's comfortable burn down her throat. Everyone in this damn household is so fucking naive. Did they really think she could just brush Kagato of like snow? Did they really think that she could get away from him unscathed? Her had taken everything from her, her life, control, her body. Taking them and turning it into some sick sadistic pleasure, that bordered close to sexual pleasure. Thinking of those nights long ago made her wince, making her feel violated, which she was. Taking another drink, Ryoko thought on how the other's were disgusted by her drinking habits. They helped her forget all the pain she had caused, for those innocents, and for herself. 7 hundred years ago she wished that Yosho would have killed her, but he prolonged her pain by sealing her in that cave. For all her life, Ryoko had always known pain, anger and hatred, never experiencing compassion, love, mercy. But in one brief year she had felt all three from one boy, the heir to the Royal Thrown of Jurai, but a very humble boy. It was too late already, Tenchi choose Ayeka, now she had no one. Sure all the others were there but, none of them showed the compassion Tenchi has shown me. Ryoko felt anger enter her heart, taking a deep drink from the bottle, before throwing it at a tree, the bottle smashing into shards, reflecting the moons light. Feeling a small satisfaction at some release of her pain. And people said she didn't feel anything.
So was it good? I decided to take a break from Past Revealed, but be disappointed DBZ fans I will write another chapter soon, promise. Please use constructive criticism and review. Please ask for a sequel because I probably won't write one.
