Moments of Reflection
Disclaimer: Tenchi Muyo is owned by AIC/Pioneer, and since I own
them it's alright for me to... wait, I don't own Pioneer or AIC. Shimata.
Azaka sighed inwardly-- as sighing outwardly did not come nearly
so naturally as one might think to a log. He had been on this
backwater planet for an entire year now. He missed Jurai and the
palace. He especially missed the palace. It was not that he did not
like Earth. No indeed, there had been so many beautiful days here,
and quite a few good times as well. It was just... in the palace, moss
hadn't grown on him.
Washu sat on her floating cushion, apparently staring at the array of
monitors in front of her. She was indeed looking at them, which was
entirely justifiable if you were the world's greatest scientific genius.
The majority of her concentration however was somewhere else entirely.
Washu's line of thought had started at the present time and had begun
accelerating backwards. She thought of her imprisonment, the man who
had caused it, and the man he had used to be.
Kagato would never have succeeded in capturing Washu and her
daughter if Washu had not trusted him. She had trusted him. He had had
such an honest face. No, if she were to actually put 'honesty' into the
description she realized that in all 'honesty' she had found his face
very attractive... and well, the rest of him was pretty good looking too.
"Well Washu, you got all stupid over a guy. Join the mortal races."
She turned around, surveying many of her latest creations and
laboratory gadgets. "Although I have to say, when you're good,
you're *very* good."
D3 stood at the side of Her Exaltedness. He was as much in awe of
her as he had been the very first time he had beheld her. He had
however, overcome the usual side effects of that awe. He had even
gained the power to try to understand her motives, and occasionally
question-- within his own mind--a few of her actions.
Of course others in her service were also beggining to question her.
Mostly due to the sheer cliche-ness of the champion 'Z'. However,
D3 was ahead of them in their efforts and knew how to prevent these
questions from turning into insubordination. He now knew the reason
why he had been given the name 'D3'. The Lady had known he must
surely question the need for such a sad title. It had all been a part
of her plan, and it had been the instruction needed for the task
he was now expected to carry out. At least, he thought that was what
it meant...
Author's Notes: First off, thanks to Lesell Charis, proofer and friend
extraordinare. She helped me make this thing flow, and that's not always
an easy thing to do to my writing. Lesell's good when she's good "But
when she's bad she's better ^_~"
Any feedback you have for me will be gladly accepted at
firebird1919@attbi.com . It's somewhat possible that another part featuring
other characters will be added at a later date. Make sure to tell me if
you'd like to see that happen.
Thanks for reading, peace all.
Disclaimer: Tenchi Muyo is owned by AIC/Pioneer, and since I own
them it's alright for me to... wait, I don't own Pioneer or AIC. Shimata.
Azaka sighed inwardly-- as sighing outwardly did not come nearly
so naturally as one might think to a log. He had been on this
backwater planet for an entire year now. He missed Jurai and the
palace. He especially missed the palace. It was not that he did not
like Earth. No indeed, there had been so many beautiful days here,
and quite a few good times as well. It was just... in the palace, moss
hadn't grown on him.
Washu sat on her floating cushion, apparently staring at the array of
monitors in front of her. She was indeed looking at them, which was
entirely justifiable if you were the world's greatest scientific genius.
The majority of her concentration however was somewhere else entirely.
Washu's line of thought had started at the present time and had begun
accelerating backwards. She thought of her imprisonment, the man who
had caused it, and the man he had used to be.
Kagato would never have succeeded in capturing Washu and her
daughter if Washu had not trusted him. She had trusted him. He had had
such an honest face. No, if she were to actually put 'honesty' into the
description she realized that in all 'honesty' she had found his face
very attractive... and well, the rest of him was pretty good looking too.
"Well Washu, you got all stupid over a guy. Join the mortal races."
She turned around, surveying many of her latest creations and
laboratory gadgets. "Although I have to say, when you're good,
you're *very* good."
D3 stood at the side of Her Exaltedness. He was as much in awe of
her as he had been the very first time he had beheld her. He had
however, overcome the usual side effects of that awe. He had even
gained the power to try to understand her motives, and occasionally
question-- within his own mind--a few of her actions.
Of course others in her service were also beggining to question her.
Mostly due to the sheer cliche-ness of the champion 'Z'. However,
D3 was ahead of them in their efforts and knew how to prevent these
questions from turning into insubordination. He now knew the reason
why he had been given the name 'D3'. The Lady had known he must
surely question the need for such a sad title. It had all been a part
of her plan, and it had been the instruction needed for the task
he was now expected to carry out. At least, he thought that was what
it meant...
Author's Notes: First off, thanks to Lesell Charis, proofer and friend
extraordinare. She helped me make this thing flow, and that's not always
an easy thing to do to my writing. Lesell's good when she's good "But
when she's bad she's better ^_~"
Any feedback you have for me will be gladly accepted at
firebird1919@attbi.com . It's somewhat possible that another part featuring
other characters will be added at a later date. Make sure to tell me if
you'd like to see that happen.
Thanks for reading, peace all.