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Chapter 3: No Need For Family Secrets!
Washu lounged lazily on her floating cushion, unable to motivate herself to get up and do something. She shut
her eyes, waiting for sleep to take over.
"Up and at 'em, Washu!" shouted Kyo-Ohki.
"You're supposed to be on your deathbed," she mumbled. "Why are you so cheery?"
"For your information, I am feeling much better, and Ryoko is trying to break down your door. So if you
intend to keep your daughter from killing herself, go and tell her to stop it!" he shouted. Washu groaned, pushing herself up
off the cushion and shut down the shield. Ryoko fell through the door, falling down the stairs into the lab.
"Owchie," she whined, rubbing the sore spot that was now developing on her rear end. She stood up
and brushed off her clothes, coughing a few times to cover her embarrassment. RyoOhki hopped in after, perching herself
on Ryoko's shoulder.
"Okay mother," Ryoko said in a sarcastic tone. "What is going on here? First this, um, cabbit shows up,
then you lock yourself in your lab, which isn't that unusual but given the circumstances," she paused. " I think at
least I deserve an explaination."
"No you don't Ryoko!" Washu said in a slightly harsher tone than she intended to use. Ryoko looked a
little hurt by that, and Washu flinched inwardly. " I- I'm sorry. I've just been on edge lately."
"From what? PMS?" Ryoko snorted. Washu shot a glare at the space pirate, but bit her
tongue to keep herself from saying something she didn't really mean.
"No, it's not that," she said finally taking a deep breath. She wasn't going to lose her temper. She wouldn't give
Ryoko the satisfaction.
"Dammit Washu! I'm sick of your mind games and you pussy-footing around the subject!
I want answers RIGHT NOW!!!" Ryoko shouted, energy crackling from her fingertips. Washu took a step back,
not wanting to get blasted into a pile of ashes.
"Ryoko, calm down," Washu said slowly, clenching her fists, just in case Ryoko got any bright ideas.
Ryoko decided to see if Washu was just toying with her. She powere dup a blast, and aimed it at Washu's head.
Washu shrieked, and pulled up a defensive shield. Ryoko stopped dead in her tracks. That was the first time she had seen
Washu ever look afraid. She canceled the blast, and Washu released her shield. Ryoko smirked.
"So you are human," Ryoko grinned. Washu wanted to answer, but she was too busy making sure her heart
hadn't stopped beating.
"Don't ever, I mean ever, do that again Ryoko," Washu said in a very stern voice.
"Washu, if you don't tell her, I will," Kyo-Ohki chimed in.
"Tell me what?" Ryoko asked.
"About- OWWWW!" Washu smacked him off her floating cushion. Damn.
"Alright Washu. Washu your cover's blown. Now talk," Ryoko crossed her arms.
".....Alright," Washu finally gave in. "Ryoko, did you ever find it a little strange that you were created from the Mass?"
"Yeah I guess. I never really thought about it," she looked towards the ceiling. "If I was created from the
Mass than I should be able to shape-shift, but I can't. Why?"
"It's because you weren't created from the Mass," Washu said softly, turning her head away. Ryoko caught a
glimpse of tears forming in her mother's eyes. "Ryoko, you are my daughter, and you did have a father."
Ryoko just stared at Washu.
"Sit down, I'll explain everything."
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Chapter 3: No Need For Family Secrets!
Washu lounged lazily on her floating cushion, unable to motivate herself to get up and do something. She shut
her eyes, waiting for sleep to take over.
"Up and at 'em, Washu!" shouted Kyo-Ohki.
"You're supposed to be on your deathbed," she mumbled. "Why are you so cheery?"
"For your information, I am feeling much better, and Ryoko is trying to break down your door. So if you
intend to keep your daughter from killing herself, go and tell her to stop it!" he shouted. Washu groaned, pushing herself up
off the cushion and shut down the shield. Ryoko fell through the door, falling down the stairs into the lab.
"Owchie," she whined, rubbing the sore spot that was now developing on her rear end. She stood up
and brushed off her clothes, coughing a few times to cover her embarrassment. RyoOhki hopped in after, perching herself
on Ryoko's shoulder.
"Okay mother," Ryoko said in a sarcastic tone. "What is going on here? First this, um, cabbit shows up,
then you lock yourself in your lab, which isn't that unusual but given the circumstances," she paused. " I think at
least I deserve an explaination."
"No you don't Ryoko!" Washu said in a slightly harsher tone than she intended to use. Ryoko looked a
little hurt by that, and Washu flinched inwardly. " I- I'm sorry. I've just been on edge lately."
"From what? PMS?" Ryoko snorted. Washu shot a glare at the space pirate, but bit her
tongue to keep herself from saying something she didn't really mean.
"No, it's not that," she said finally taking a deep breath. She wasn't going to lose her temper. She wouldn't give
Ryoko the satisfaction.
"Dammit Washu! I'm sick of your mind games and you pussy-footing around the subject!
I want answers RIGHT NOW!!!" Ryoko shouted, energy crackling from her fingertips. Washu took a step back,
not wanting to get blasted into a pile of ashes.
"Ryoko, calm down," Washu said slowly, clenching her fists, just in case Ryoko got any bright ideas.
Ryoko decided to see if Washu was just toying with her. She powere dup a blast, and aimed it at Washu's head.
Washu shrieked, and pulled up a defensive shield. Ryoko stopped dead in her tracks. That was the first time she had seen
Washu ever look afraid. She canceled the blast, and Washu released her shield. Ryoko smirked.
"So you are human," Ryoko grinned. Washu wanted to answer, but she was too busy making sure her heart
hadn't stopped beating.
"Don't ever, I mean ever, do that again Ryoko," Washu said in a very stern voice.
"Washu, if you don't tell her, I will," Kyo-Ohki chimed in.
"Tell me what?" Ryoko asked.
"About- OWWWW!" Washu smacked him off her floating cushion. Damn.
"Alright Washu. Washu your cover's blown. Now talk," Ryoko crossed her arms.
".....Alright," Washu finally gave in. "Ryoko, did you ever find it a little strange that you were created from the Mass?"
"Yeah I guess. I never really thought about it," she looked towards the ceiling. "If I was created from the
Mass than I should be able to shape-shift, but I can't. Why?"
"It's because you weren't created from the Mass," Washu said softly, turning her head away. Ryoko caught a
glimpse of tears forming in her mother's eyes. "Ryoko, you are my daughter, and you did have a father."
Ryoko just stared at Washu.
"Sit down, I'll explain everything."
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