Chapter 1
The Morning After.

"Mmmmwhat a great dream!" Tenchi wasn't too surprised to wake up to sweaty and
sticky sheets. Not after the dream he had last night, it was so realistic....

You can stop laughing now.

After a quick bath, Tenchi launched himself downstairs, feeling unusually spry.
Once at the breakfast table, he noticed his Grampa was already there, reading his
morning paper. For some reason his smirk was... smirkier.

"Have fun last night, Tenchi?" The elderly priest asked. Could he have heard....
Aw this was mortifying. But before he could make a lame excuse, slender arms slinked
around him and a sensuous voice purred in his ear. "Of course he did! He was with me,
wasn't he?" Tenchi leapt out of his seat, and nearly out of his skin. He scrambled
over the table in a flash, and faced the souece of his nightmares. Nightmares?

Sure, whatever gets him through the day.

"You? What are you doing here?" He asked hesitantly. Ryoko lightly shrugged and sat
in the newly vacated seat. "A fine way to talk after what we did last night, Lover."
Tenchi blink not once, but several times. "You mean- that wasn't a dream?" It was
Ryoko's turn to blink. Then her smile turned to a frown, a rather cute pout actually.
"I finally find a man I would want to share myself with," He head bowed and her face
was lost to the shadows. "And he doesn't even bother to believe it happened?" Her body
was briefly wracked with sobs.

Tenchi almost started to cross the distance between them, but was stopped when her
head snapped up, a manic expression on her face. "Maybe you'd believe it if I stuck MY
sword up YOUR crotch!" She yelled as her energy sword coalesced in her hand. Tenchi had
the sudden urge to run for his life.

"Get back here you!"

"Yaaaah! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

Katsuhito simply remained at his place at the table, reading his paper and chuckling
softly to himself. "Ahhh, young love!"

About that moment, Nobuyuki came in from the front room, looking tired, and feeling hungry.
He took one look out the dining room window, and froze. "Is that a beautiful woman chasing
my son?" He asked, conveniently ignoring that she was flying, screaming, and brandishing an
energy weapon.

"Indeed it is." Katsuhito answered. Nobuyuki grew a wide smile. "Achika... she would be so
proud, our boy is growing up!"

"From what I heard last night, he already has." Nobuyuki suddenly dropped dead, and his soul
ascended to the Heavens. Well, that's what it felt like to him. And who could blame him?

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Meanwhile, in deep space...

A tree. Not just any tree, but a Great Tree. Not just any Great Tree, but Princess Ayeka of
Jurai's Great Tree, Ryu-oh. Sitting in repose, and in stasis, was Princess Ayeka herself. Oh
yeah, her little sister Sasami was there too.

Sasami wasn't being thawed right then. Ayeka was, though, and for a very good reason.

"Why have I been awakened?" She asked in a tone that said it had better be a Very Good reason.
Her guardians, Azaka and Kamidake, phased into existence in front of her. "Begging the Princess'
pardon, but we have found some trace of your brother's whereabouts." Glitter seemed to fill
Ayeka's eyes as she realized that a 700-year-old dream was about to come to fruition. "Yosho...
Dear brother. Soon, we will be reunited, and soon after that, Man and Wife." Ayeka sighed
wistfully, then blushed when her fantasies had eventually taken her from Wedding to Wedding Night.

She decided it was time for a nice cold shower.

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"Are you sure you've found Big Brother?" Sasami asked whilst she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
She had only been three years old when Yosho left to fight the Demon Ryoko, and that was
seven-odd-hundred years ago, Yet she still remembered him clearly: twenty feet tall, seven feet
wide, and strong enough to lift the Royal Palace off its foundation.

Give her a break, she was only three.

But of the memories she had of him that were accurate, she remembered that he was just about the
best big brother she could have ever had.

You should realize by now that Yosho was well loved by his family.

"There! There is the harlot who deprived me of my beloved brother!" The viewscreen was in fact
showing just that. Along with a young man running for his life. She was ignoring the young man.

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Tenchi woke up to giggling. The giggles sounded like they were coming from a little girl. He
was happy to note they weren't coming from him. "Wake up!" Came a cheerful voice. Tenchi groaned
as he sat up. He was in an extremely small cell. "Hi, I'm Sasami!" The little girl bowed.
Tenchi, as uncomfortable as it was in a three cubic foot cell, bowed. "My name is Tenchi.
Ah... where am I?"

"You're on my sister Ayeka's ship, Ryu-oh." She gave him an incredibly sweet smile. "Do you
want out of there?" She asked micheviously. "Yes please." Tenchi was mortified, and his head
hung low. "Okay, I'll let you out... if you do me a little favor. You see, I want you to steal
my sister's tiara."

"Tiara?"

"Yes. She always wears it, even when she sleeps, which should make it easy enough. Promise me
you'll do it, and I'll let you out." Tenchi sighed in defeat. He had no other choice, did he?
"Okay, I promise."

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Tenchi was nervous. Sure, she looked to be asleep, but was she really. "Do or die time, Masaki."
He whispered to himself. He was barely breathing as he approached. He stopped breathing completely
as he hovered over her, as much in awe as fear. She was quite beautiful. Remembering his mission,
he touched a finger to each side of her wooden tiara. How something made out of wood could look
so regal...

Slowly, gently, he started to lift the crown from her forehead.

"Yosho." Ayeka's hand reached up and gripped his wrist. Tenchi almost died right then and there
from fright. But then she moaned, and that hand started to caress his forearm. Her other hand came
around to embrace the back of his neck. All Tenchi could hear as she pulled him into a kiss was the
sound of his own heart beating.

It might have been better if she hadn't kissed his eye, but at least he had the presence of mind to
close his eyelid before she did. Her hands began to roam.

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Why? Even in her sleep she could find no relief. Her dear brother Yosho's face haunted her. 'Yosho...
You can't be dead. You can't.' But that horrible Demon Woman said he was.

And the boy, his descendant. Her Yosho's descendant. Why was he with the Evil One?

If only Yosho were there with her. She longed for his touch... a long lonely time.

And a touch could do so much.

His hands, hovering so close to her face, she had to touch him. And hold him. And kiss him. Hold
him tighter and tighter. Wrap arms and legs and lips around him.

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The logical part of Tenchi's mind knew that she wasn't really awake. It also was quite aware that
she was not doing this with him, but with his ancestor Yosho, who was, incredibly enough, her
long-lost brother.

He should feel insulted at that, but his logical brain was going haywire at the moment. His
emotional brain, on the other hand, was yodeling. Loudly.

Author's Notes: You may start throwing rotten produce at me now. What? I had to do somthing to
Increase the friction between Ryoko and Ayeka! Anyway, there is a reason for all this
nookie-nookie, so bear with me here.