I'm SOOO sorry! I haven't seemed to be able to get my head together (no job does that to you. When last we left this story, there was going to be some major butt whupping! SO ON WARDS!! um.. Someone got the bottle of peroxide and the bandages right? **SIGHTLY LEMON IN THIS CHAPTER!**
Of Secrets and Lies
Chapter 7:
No need for Fighting Friends
All Vquin could remember was foggy, he could barely open his eyes. He was so tired but he held on to the Iyontenshen for all his worth. It didn't seem necessary. He was floating, not only in mind but also through the blackness of space, wrapped in a warm globe of something. He didn't know where he was going, but he was sure that the Holy Shield was guiding him. Vquin slept so that he wouldn't cry from sorrow and waited until the Iyontenshen would reach a destination.
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She moved fast, but allot of times Tenchi's fists grazed her. The same went for her own punches. Tenchi then changed tactics from just using his fists; to using some fancy flips and kicks. Jamilah could only grin. Was he thinking that she didn't have any fancy moves of her own? His anger was clouding his better judgment as he leapt high and aimed a singular kick. She dodged it with little difficulty, grabbing his ankle and whirling him, making him land hard against the pier.
"Had enough Tenchi?" She asked with only a note of irritation on her voice, "Or would you like to continue being a prick?"
Tenchi merely glared at her before her lunged at her, left fist high. Jamilah flattened her hand and dodged, Tenchi's face smacking into the hand.
All the while, Washu, Sasami, Ryoko, Ayeka were watching them, but whispers were about.
"Bet you a bottle of sake that the girl wins." Ryoko whispered to Ayeka, who looked surprised.
"Now why would you say that?" Ayeka asked in total surprised. "Surely Lord Tenchi will win against that earthling, remember he is a Jurian prince."
"Oh please." Ryoko scoffed. "I know he would win against a man, or an actual enemy. But as soon as he connects, he'll stop. Embarrassed as always that he hit a woman. Then she'll finish him off."
Ayeka could only stare at her. Ryoko was right, after all Tenchi has hit her before, and had instantly regretted it. Tenchi was sure to loose, his soft nature wouldn't allow himself to hurt someone so badly. Sasami looked towards the duo and nodded her agreement, as soon as Tenchi hit her, he would apologize and they would be friends.
The fight continued. Jamilah watched as Tenchi leap and unbelievable height and was about to attack. It also left him open- in of the worst places!
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Vquin felt the bubble he was in move fast against the cosmos. Were they being followed? Was that horrible being close? Or were they reaching a destination?
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Jamilah put herself mirrored against Tenchi's flight, but her heel was halfway over the other end of the pier. To her it didn't matter though, in one movement she could end the fight- she didn't like the idea of slamming her fist against his crotch- but she figured he wouldn't think of pulling the bull he did during dinner without thinking about it.
It was then that the worst luck happened had happened to her. Jamilah felt this surge, she could explain it, but it had caused her to become temporarily catatonic.
Katsuhito's back shivered as he felt that something wasn't right. As he watched his grandson in flight, the girl mirroring his stance went frozen. She was staring at nothingness. He realized with alarm that she couldn't move in time to block the kick or even dodge it. Katsuhito saw everything a bit slower, as if not really comprehending. He saw Tenchi connect with the left shoulder; his fist flew out of nowhere and connected with the right ribcage as she fell backwards. Katsuhito felt he was moving against mud. Tenchi wasn't stopping his blows; Jamilah was still the frozen state and bending like a rag doll at his blows until he landed on his knees at the pier.
Katsuhito ran like he had never done in so many years down the pier and dove into the lake. He heard Washu shouting something as the other girls stood stock still in shock.
The water was deep as he dove deep into the lake, following the bubbles of escaping air. The water was dark, too dark and freezing. 'I have to get her! Have to save her!' was the mantra he thought as he caught sight of a flash of white. He reached out, nearly out of breath, and caught her wrist. He yanked hard, pulling her up and close to him as he swam upwards, the moon like a beacon above the water.
Tenchi shook as he studied the panels of the pier. He heard the footsteps of Washu, Ayeka, Sasami, and Ryoko. He felt their eyes, their shock, and probably their worry for the girl who fell like a stone into the lake. 'Odd' he thought 'that even as I kicked her, it wasn't enough. Even as I hit her, it wasn't enough.' He had seen his grandfather, not even looking at him as he dove in to save her. 'He's so old.' Tenchi lifted his head to study the false calm water of the lake. 'Is he going to make it? Will he find her?'
A bubbling and finally splashing and coughing signaled the return of Katsuhito and Jamilah. He swam with sure strokes away from the pier, even as Washu and Sasami called out after him, and towards solid land. Soaking wet and freezing, Katsuhito scooped the girl into his arms with strength that belies the appearance of his age and began to head for the shrine.
"I guess it would be better.." Ryoko said uneasily. "She would be far from the noise.. in order to heal."
Sasami was sniffling, trying not to cry. Tenchi turned to her and extended his hand to her, which she stared at in open hatred. He realized too late what he had done, to Sasami-chan Tenchi's hand were meant to be soft and comforting, but now he hit a girl not just once. 'God how many times did I hit her? Oh...god!' Tenchi got up and ran towards the house without stopping up to his bedroom, locking the door, and wanted desperately to cry.
The girls silently treaded in. Washu went to her lab, Ryoko and Ayeka weren't even in the mood to fight, and they just went to their respective rooms. Sasami cleaned up the table as Mr. Masaki went to his room to get some work done. Ryo-oki scurried up from Washu's lab to join Sasami upstairs. She bursted into tears, clutching the cabbit and praying that Jamilah would be okay.
Washu ran the video over and over again until she found it. Freezing the frame on he computer she could only stare in shock as the readout over layered itself about the moves that were about to happen, but it gave no indication as to why. It was an accidental slip of her fingers that expanded the frame. Washu gaped as she studied the newcomers face.
"Was it a seizure?" Washu muttered, staring at the catatonic look the girl had. "No.. She would have instantly fallen.."
Then she noticed Katsuhito in the frame, and a shocking realization came over her. It delighted her, it fascinated her..
"IT'S A NEW TEST SUBJECT!" she hollered triumphantly. And then went wild in her lab.
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Jamilah felt warm hands tugging off her pants, which seemed to have vacuumed itself against her body. They slipped off reluctantly, the sound of dripping water all over the place. What was happening? She felt as if she wasn't really there, or all there. Her disorientation lessened as the hands pressed and rubbed a towel over her legs. She coughed and the towel went away.
"Are you all right, Jamilah?" The voice of the priest, which had sounded clam and full of amusement, now had a note of worry in it. Jamilah opened her eyes and then tried to focus. The dim light of a candle illuminated the room as she sat slowly and groaned. Her chest hurt so badly, she couldn't even remember where Tenchi had connected. Katsuhito's soft hands gently pushed against her shoulders, and she gently complied as her back met against huge pillows. She studied the old mans face, he could tell that he was much better at mending and bandaging young boys and only ladies ankles. Was it just she or was the old man actually blushing?
"Um, "He said before giving an authoritative cough, "Let's see how much damage Tenchi did."
She wanted to laugh, poor old man. He wanted to help, but was embarrassed. 'He did save me.' Jamilah thought, 'A cheap thrill for him won't hurt. At least it isn't Tenchi's dad.'
Jamilah raised her arms, and winced. "Could you get this tank off me, Katsuhito-san?"
His mouth went totally dry as he looked at her. His mind began to wander, he had sometimes snuck a peek at the other young girls of the house, but his mind began getting seriously hentai. How long had it been since he had a woman? Twenty? Thirty or so years? As he gazed at her body her realized he realized he couldn't look at her as a girl, her curvaceous hips and breasts wouldn't let him. He had been wondering how he was going to get it off in her sleep.
"Of course." He replied, and she lifted her arms as high as she could go.
Katsuhito gently grabbed the lower edges of her tank and slowly pulled up. He nearly had a heart attack at the sight of her bra, sheer see-through tan, making her breasts look like they were on a platter. Quickly he lifted up the top away from her and went to grab the bandages and wraps. He gave a silent prayer of thanks that he had the foresight to change into dry clothing before helping her out of her own wet clothes.
Jamilah had wanted to laugh so badly. Poor man! The priest looked so terrified, or more like his fantasy came true. Well, probably partway anyhow.
She winced and sucked in her breath a few times as Katsuhito taped up and banded her lower ribcage. He noticed the bruises starting to swell and show on her shoulders and offered to rub a salve on them, which she agreed to.
She sighed in relief as he rubbed the salve into her back; his hands were strong and sturdy. 'How could he had lifted that suitcase?' She thought as the swollen muscles began to relax. His hands began to make their way foreword and over her shoulders, she opened her arms to stretch out the muscles in the front. It was then that she turned around to thank him, but it stopped short. Her hands slowly went over her chest to cover them up as she studied Tenchi's grandpa.
"Wh- WHAT THE HELL!" The shout echoed through out the shrine. Jamilah swallowed uneasily at the sight she was seeing. "Katsuhito?" She asked uneasily.
"Yes?" As soon as he spoke, he realized why she had a terrified. His voice was young, no longer the raspy sound of an old man's voice. His holoshield had somehow shorted out when he rescued her from the lake. He stood stock still, staring at her.
She was looking at the real him.
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Tenchi wiped away the tears that did come. Whatever he must be feeling, Jamilah must be feeling very much in pain. How many times did he hit her? 3? 5? Good lord could it have been 10? It went so fast, he was so angry. He was angry and it wasn't even because of her, it was everything piling else pilling in on him. Now everyone hated him. Not even Ryoko floated in to flirt; there wasn't even a sound in the house. It was unerringly quiet; usually the karaoke machine was on late into the night. Tenchi undressed and put on his sleep clothes, and laid into his bed.
Sleep didn't claim him till several hours later.
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Jamilah stared at Katsuhito, has gray hair and wrinkles totally gone. In its place was a man in his early to mid thirties, with dark hair and smooth skin. He was absolutely handsome. They stood there, staring at each other. After some time, the priest looked down. Jamilah found her voice around that time. "I guess that's the reason you disguise yourself?"
Katsuhito looked up and faced her.
"You look," She replied cautiously, "Younger than Nobuyuki and I take it Tenchi wouldn't understand how you could be so young."
"Well," He said, taking off his glasses, studying her. "I really am older than I look."
"I know." She smiled at the shocked looked that passed his face, "Tenchi told me of your mother Funaho, of how young she looks and how to boggled his mind."
He nodded sagely. "I can't stop using my hologram now, too many people recognize me as an old man. And no one knows of how I really look like, so I would appreciate it if you would keep this a secret."
Jamilah nodded and then turned her back to him, "Well then, would you mind finishing up the salve? My shoulders are killing me."
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Okay I'm done for the moment. I'll try to finish my other work as soon as I can ok? Luvs ya all!
