XX: No Need for a Conclusion!
Chaos.
That's the only way he could really describe it.
No other word would do the situation justice.
Just… chaos.
The only thing Tenchi could really do was just stand there like a fool on a hill, and watch as the chaos overcame him. He was thankfully free from the disaster area down below, but even from his high vantage point, he could easily hear the screaming, shouting, and cursing, from the events below. He had thought things would change over the years, but it seemed as if the strange cycle only continued on, into the future. The carnival, it seemed, was going into overtime.
In the year that had passed since Tenchi held a baseball game in Ryoko's honor, so many things had happened that 'chaos' truly was the only was to describe it. Twelve months ago, Ryoko's barren state was finally lifted, and the girl became pregnant as per her wish. But, interestingly enough, Ayeka also grew to expect another child, resulting in twice the trouble for Tenchi. Two babies born in the same proximity to each other--what a hassle!
And that wasn't even the icing on the cake! It seemed that Nagi had caught the stork by the bill as well, and was expected to give birth around the same time as her sister and friend! Joshua was in just as much of a tizzy as Tenchi was, so the following nine months would help contribute to all of the disasters. Not only that, but all of Tg seemed to boom and burst into so much prosperity that the twin sisters it gave birth to never seemed to have a dull moment on their hands.
Ayeka, Tenchi, and Joshua helped their loved ones as much as possible, although having three pregnant women running around the place, full of hormones and bizarre eating habits, was not a pretty sight. To make things even more terrifying, Washu began to "contribute" to the cause in her own idiom, which was chaotic enough on its own. Add all that to the fact that Kiyone was running herself weary from so many duties, while Mihoshi was being burdened by demands of her own. As the world began to thrive and revive, more and more people were thinking of adopting children, and they would all have to go through Mihoshi to get them.
Tenchi managed to keep a reasonably cool head through these horrific nine months, but it felt like the Apocalypse, Doomsday, Ragnarok, and Armageddon were all happening on the same day as Ayeka, Ryoko, and Nagi were rushed to the hospital. Washu was there to guide them through the whole thing, again, though the place ended up turning into a gigantic circus, what with doctors and nurses scrambling from woman to woman, all the while keeping Washu at bay so no more disasters would come.
Peace rolled over and continued to sleep as anarchy and havoc reigned supreme. The simultaneous screams of three women each in labor was like a Hellish chorus, one that neither Tenchi nor Joshua wished to repeat again. The day reached an indescribable climax of catastrophic proportions once the babies arrived, but for a few solid minutes, there finally was a moment of silence and serenity.
It didn't last.
Ryoko's first child was a girl, sweet and adorable and as fussy as the woman that birthed her. She was named Anya, after her grandmother, and although she granted Ryoko's wish for a child, the little one was more than a handful for the woman that gave her life. Poor Tenchi now had two kids to deal with--no, three. Ayeka bore him a daughter as well, naming her Marcella Masaki, and Tenchi's troubles were multiplied. Joshua was not safe either: Nagi bore him twins, one a boy (Bram, after her adopted father) and one a girl (Ryoko), so he was not safe either.
So now, one could see why there was chaos in the land. Not only were there now a total of five babies to look after, but things were growing rampant among the older people as well. Now, a mere three months after the simultaneous births of the babies, things were looking more violent than ever. Ayeka and Ryoko were screaming at each other like they had done in the old days, and poor Sasami was being pestered by everybody, including two carrot-hungry cabbits.
Kiyone was running everywhere at such a speed, trying to balance her paperwork and the part-time job as a babysitter for her friends; Mihoshi found out that there was no need for a rush, even though she had her own juvenile problems. Mixed in with the orphanage children and the babies of her friends, it was a miracle she didn't have a gray hair already.
As usual, something was blowing up whenever Washu was involved, so that contributed to the mess. Nagi and her husband were each taking care of their children, with Holtz moaning about how his duties did not usually include being a babysitter. The dear old man was the official caretaker of all five babies whenever the gang had to rest or if there was business to attend to, so needless to say, absolutely everybody was busy.
Tenchi, who had stolen a few moments for himself, took that time to simply gaze down at the insanity below. Sure, he was going to be forever burdened by his three children, as well as the duties that concerned a noble of Tg or a royal of Jurai. Sure, Ayeka and Ryoko were back to squabbling with each other again, and Sasami was pressured too much, and the cabbits were being naughty (with the possibility of their own children on the way).
Sure, Kiyone was stressing herself out and wearing herself thin, and Mihoshi was being pulled in fifteen different directions. Sure, Washu was a hassle and a half, the dear lunatic, and of course her inventions blew up every day, or more. Sure, there was a former bounty hunter amongst them who had turned into a mother, and her husband who was desperately trying to find the right line of work for them all. Sure, there were a lot of messes down there, and a lot of chaos, and a lot of endless confusion and complete insanity down there, amongst the pandemonium.
But Tenchi wouldn't have it any other way.
Despite the screaming, and the explosions, and the confusion down below, Tenchi couldn't help but sigh with happiness and relief.
Everything was back to abnormal.
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