Written in Blood
A Tenchi Muyo- Sailormoon crossover. By Kellybug and Sailor Moonbrat (Partners-in-Crime).
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DISCLAIMER: None of the anime used or mentioned in this story are mine:
Tenchi Muyo is the property of its creator Kajishima Masaki, and its
distributor, Pioneer.
Sailormoon is the property of its creator, Naoko Takeuchi, and its various
distributors.
Card Captor Sakura is the property of its creators at CLAMP.
Pokemon is the property of Nintendo.. at least, the game is. Who lays claim to
the videos, I'm not sure! But, it's not me.
The Dragonball-series, also, does not belong to me.
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NOTE: I never planned for this story to see thew light of the web.. but, my co-writer,
MoonTwit, decided to use this idea as a part of a story-idea of her's that I'm helping her write. So... up on ff.net it goes!
Any references to actual-people or groups living or (mostly) dead are intentional. I
am mixing this story up with my family-history :)
Flames are MORE than welcome (This house could use the heat!).
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CHAPTER 4
With another wierd hum, the machine came to life.. or rather, groaned to life.. as lighted diagrams, monitors,and gauges started to synchronize! Then, the "dolls", red-tinted humaniod-representations, started to come of the conveyor-belt! I like out a small-gasp, as
Ser and I saw our mom and dad, grandparents, great-grandparents, and so on! I let a small
tear escape, remembering those relatives that have died after seeing them appear.
"It's alright, Niisan." Ser softly whispered to me.
After awhile, however, the generations started piling up: One.. Two.. Four.. Five...
Soon, we were only recognizing people from an occasional portait: Ten.. Fifteen.. Twenty.. Twenty-five...
Soon, we were being squished by multiplying 24-inch-high Barbie Dolls that LOOKED like our family! Well, sort of like.
After awhile, the action in this drama got to be too much for even me!
"Professor Washuu? Ah.. Hitchcock-sama? Could you pray turn off the.." My words suddenly stuck in my throat as I saw what- WHO- was coming out of the machine! "WHAT THE HELL..???"
One of the dolls, as I expected, looked like Washuu, and then another. And then a few more dolls passed by- one adorned with strangely-familiar odangoes! I started to look more-closely at the manniquins. Others looked oddly.. familiar. Then, I saw the straw - or, in this case, the doll- that broke this poor camel's back!
"WAAAAAAHAAHAAAAAAA !!! I can't be *sniff* related to *sniff* HIM ???!!! WAAAAAAAHYAAAAAAAA !!!!!!"
Standing there, one the conveyor, was the ONE image I absolutely DREADED !!!!
I glowered. "This HAS to be a dream.. a nightmare.. a YEEEEOOOOUCH !!!!"
"No you're not dreaming, my Niisan!" Ser sweetly smiled as she released the pinch. "You're awake! *heehee!!*"
"Amanda Serena Graham? When we get home, you are dead!"
"Promise?" Serena laughed.
My rage at getting plucked by my Imouto was quickly drowned by a feeling of utter helplessness as I glared at the offending doll:
"I'm related to Yogurt-Boy."
Yogurt-Boy... Mamo-Turkey... The Thing-in-the-Cape.. The-Man-with-no-Brain..
"Who?" Ayeka asked.
"Chiba Mamoru," Ser smiled evilly, "Prince Endymion of Earth!"
"Prince Endymion of Earth?" Washuu asked increduously. "I thought that doll looked familiar! I also think I'm gonna be sick!"
"Well," Sere grinned mischieviously, "it COULD be worse! We could be related to Ash Ketchum, Niisan !"
"UGH! What a choice! Caught between a rock and a hard place! You know how bad you just made me feel, Ser ? To either be related to the Brainless-Wonder or the Kid-Who-Would-Be-Pokepuke-Champion! Hmmm..."
I lost myself in thought for a couple of minutes (sis calls it "unfamiliar territory"), then, without raising my head, I answered
Serena:
"Hand me my Poke-balls."
Serena started to giggle.
I smiled at her.
"By the way, Waterflower! Where is your Psyduck?"
"Hey! I think Psyduck is kawaii!!!"
Everyone than hit the floor anime-style!
'Ser, sometimes I'd love to hit you!' I thought while trying to pick myself of the floor. Then I looked at the dolls now coming out of the machine... two words... uh oh!
"WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!! HOLD ON!!!!!!!!! TIME OUT!!!!!!!! I'M ALSO RELATED TO THE FICUS?!?!? NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! " Suddenly I calmed down, "Kiyone? Can I use your gun for a minute??"
"Who's the 'Ficus'?" Ayeka asked.
"Now niisan! Do you think shooting your self will make the ficus and cape boy not be related to you?"
Damn! Sere, stop prooving me wrong all the time! "No."
"Alright! Cause I got first dibs on the gun! So BACK OFF!" She kept a serious face before breaking into a bunch of giggles which were contagious. And soon, everyone, including myself, were giggling right along with Sere.
"Professor Washuu?" I managed to ask after regaining my breath ('Owww!!! Laughing that hard hurts like Hell!!!!'). "Is there any way of finding out where the dolls fit into our tree? I want to know where to look to harvest the nuts."
This braught yet another round of laughter, especially from Mihoshi and Kiyone!
"Hai," Washuu smiled, "There is! Have you looked into you family's lineage very far?"
"Do I REALLY have to answer that?" I smiled at Washuu. Serena was giggling. "The lines go *way*-on back! A family-friend once said I was trying to go back to Adam and Eve!"
"We can go back that far.. if you wish it!" Washuu-chan smiled.
"Iiede! Iied! Iiede!" Serena and I shouted as we shook our head rapidly. "This is... far enough!" Visions of Barbie-dolls will probably haunt us to the grave, now!
"That is alright!" Washuu-chan smiled. "We have enough, here, anyway! You have seen yourselves and your parents and grandparents, hai?"
"Hai!" Ser and I answered.
"How did they come out?" Washuu inquired.
"Ourselves.." Ser answered, "then Dad and Mom, and Dad's dad and mom, and Mom's dad and mom.."
"Correct." Washuu-chan aggreed. "Just like.. ?"
"Just like a generation-chart!" I said, excitedly.
"I knew you were smart!" Washuu-chan smiled. "So?"
"So.." I pondered. "We just plug the dolls into their places on the charts!"
"Hai!" Washuu-chan smiled. "Do you have the charts ?"
"Hai!" I reached into my backpack and withdrew the floppy-disk my family was stored on. "I hope you can use this."
"Perfect !!!" Washuu cried. "Let me scan this into the holographic-projector, and we shall quickly and easily put a face on each name!"
Suddenly, two dolls appeared on Washuu's shoulders, each chirping her mistress' great achievements!
"You are the greatest, Washuu-chan! The greatest scientific-genius in the universe!"
"You are the greatest scientific-genius of all time! The ages sing your praises, Washuu-chan!"
I smile. Such humility! How can such a tiny body house such a huge ego? At least I know now where my and my sister's conceite come from.
"Hai. True." Washuu said. "But, let us solve this puzzle now! We can stroke my ego later!" Washuu then let out a soft cackle. Our family has always, it seems, had a self-deprecating humour!
Soon, we were viewing a holographic-movie of my families' migrations - in reverse! The dolls were being attached to a large globe, complete with earth's topography! Ser and I both whispered. "Ooooooooooooh!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Woooooooowwww!!"
"This is nothing!" Washuu giggled. "Wanna here their voices? I promise you, they will be factual-reproductions!! Complete, even down to the dialects and inflections!!"
Without waiting for an answer, Washuu turned on the sound!
As frightening as it was to first see the dolls, it was even more bizarre to hear them! We saw and heard each family-line, color-coded for ease of differential, return to their points of origin. the lines would split, as we would see a color split-off from the group and comtinue on it's backward-trek: Texas to Alabama, Tennessee, and Missouri; Alabama to North and South Carolina; Tennessee to Virginia; Missouri to Virginia and West Virginia; South Carolina to Virginia, and so on; America to Britian and Ireland; Britian to Ireland, to Norway, to France, to Denwark, and so on; down the line. Sometimes the colored threads would split off, just to merge again!
"Interesting..." Washuu would comment.
"It happened at times." I explained as best I could, "When laws and customs of an area limited the range of who you could marry, your family looked to second-and third-cousins! Or, sometimes, first-cousins!"
Later, we watched as the colored-threads wound and rewound their way through Europe and Asia.
The first that seemed to definitely unwind were the threads of blue and red.
Hmmm.. the is the line of Mercury!" Washuu noted. "It seems to split-off into two threads very late in your family's life, then re-immerge in what is now western Scotland! And then goes into Ireland and then northern England!"
"Those threads would have been one of Mom's families, the McDaniels, and one of Dad's families, the Whitakers!" I smiled. "The McDaniels of Virginia came from the MacDonnells of Ireland, who came from the MacDonalds of the Scottish Isles. Whitakers had married into a family named Bourchier, who married into old English Royalty, who married into Scottish Royalty. The ancestors of the McDonalds and the Scottish royal clan, the McAlpins, were brothers. The line came from an Irish King and a Romano-British 'Princess', if you'd care to call her that!."
"So!" Proffessor Washuu bowed. "The ancient-Mercurian landed in mid-Britian!"
"Hai!" I grin. "In what would later be Northumbria, south of the Wall of Hadrian! But, now, what of the red thread? The one that joins the blue in western Scotland? What line is that?"
"That would be the Martail line!" Washuu mused. "It seems to wind in the islands just off Scotland's northern coast and move into Norway! A red thread also seems to wander from Norway into Denmark and then into France, and then England!"
"Hmmmm...!" My interest was caught! "It seems the Martial-strain split into two lines before the recording of our history!"
I smiled. "So the Martains helped bolster a couple of Scandanavian lines! VIK-ING! VIK-ING! VIK-ING! VIK-ING!"
"Outlaws?" Mihoshi asked.
"Some may have been branded 'Outlaw', Hai!'' I grin, "And some were probably blodthirsty! But, most were just farmers and traders! When they went a-viking, it was usually for new farmland or trading-deals!"
"A bit like the Juriains, actually..", Ayeka smiled, "practical-wanderlust!"
"I doubt the words 'practical' and 'wanderlust' go together well, Ayeka!" I smirked.
There was a slight burst of laughter in the laboratory.
"Hmmm..." Washuu commented, "We have another split, I think, but it seems diffuse, hazy."
"Who is it?" Ser asked.
"Bright-yellow. It's Venutian." Washuu kept looking at the screen.
Ser and I have a good chuckle. "'Hazy'? That's a good adjective to describe the Ficus aino with."
Yosho and Washuu bursts into laughter!
"I don't get it.." Tenchi mused, "your related to a PLANT?"
"The Venutians were always known to be a bit 'air-headed'." Washuu softly chuckled.
"The Venutian lines seem to converge again.." Washuu pointed to northwestern Europe, "right HERE!"
"A-HAAAA! Right around the fronteirs of Germany, Holland, and Belgiun! That MAY explain the
diffusion of the line!" I smiled. "The Venutians seemed to have married into the Franks! More precisely, the House of Charles Martel and Pepin!"
"Ahhh!" Ser grinned. "And Pepin bagat Charlemange.."
"A Charlemagne begat half of Europe!" I finished the thought!
"What is this thread I'm noticing?" Serena quickly asked. "It seems a combination of pink and silver.. and a bit of dark-yellow.. almost light-brown? It seems.. to cross the Mediterranian.."
"Into Constantinople.. into Turkey.. then Armenia..." I continued. "Who are all THESE good people?"
The silver thread in Lunarian," Washuu explained. Sure enough, a (LONG-) pigtailed barbie-doll in odangos appeared in the Mountains of Ararat! "And the line seemed to stop there!"
"Well," I chuckle, "Alot of the times the mother is not recorded in old pedigrees, much less her ancestry!"
The next to stop unwinding was the tan thread, just south and east of the Caspian Sea.
"AHA!" I smiled. "And who is this that settled among the Parthian-warriors?"
"That would be.." Professor Washuu studied her calculations, "the Line of Uranus!"
Serena laughed. "Among WARRIORS ??? THAT makes sence !!!"
A Tenchi Muyo- Sailormoon crossover. By Kellybug and Sailor Moonbrat (Partners-in-Crime).
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DISCLAIMER: None of the anime used or mentioned in this story are mine:
Tenchi Muyo is the property of its creator Kajishima Masaki, and its
distributor, Pioneer.
Sailormoon is the property of its creator, Naoko Takeuchi, and its various
distributors.
Card Captor Sakura is the property of its creators at CLAMP.
Pokemon is the property of Nintendo.. at least, the game is. Who lays claim to
the videos, I'm not sure! But, it's not me.
The Dragonball-series, also, does not belong to me.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
NOTE: I never planned for this story to see thew light of the web.. but, my co-writer,
MoonTwit, decided to use this idea as a part of a story-idea of her's that I'm helping her write. So... up on ff.net it goes!
Any references to actual-people or groups living or (mostly) dead are intentional. I
am mixing this story up with my family-history :)
Flames are MORE than welcome (This house could use the heat!).
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CHAPTER 4
With another wierd hum, the machine came to life.. or rather, groaned to life.. as lighted diagrams, monitors,and gauges started to synchronize! Then, the "dolls", red-tinted humaniod-representations, started to come of the conveyor-belt! I like out a small-gasp, as
Ser and I saw our mom and dad, grandparents, great-grandparents, and so on! I let a small
tear escape, remembering those relatives that have died after seeing them appear.
"It's alright, Niisan." Ser softly whispered to me.
After awhile, however, the generations started piling up: One.. Two.. Four.. Five...
Soon, we were only recognizing people from an occasional portait: Ten.. Fifteen.. Twenty.. Twenty-five...
Soon, we were being squished by multiplying 24-inch-high Barbie Dolls that LOOKED like our family! Well, sort of like.
After awhile, the action in this drama got to be too much for even me!
"Professor Washuu? Ah.. Hitchcock-sama? Could you pray turn off the.." My words suddenly stuck in my throat as I saw what- WHO- was coming out of the machine! "WHAT THE HELL..???"
One of the dolls, as I expected, looked like Washuu, and then another. And then a few more dolls passed by- one adorned with strangely-familiar odangoes! I started to look more-closely at the manniquins. Others looked oddly.. familiar. Then, I saw the straw - or, in this case, the doll- that broke this poor camel's back!
"WAAAAAAHAAHAAAAAAA !!! I can't be *sniff* related to *sniff* HIM ???!!! WAAAAAAAHYAAAAAAAA !!!!!!"
Standing there, one the conveyor, was the ONE image I absolutely DREADED !!!!
I glowered. "This HAS to be a dream.. a nightmare.. a YEEEEOOOOUCH !!!!"
"No you're not dreaming, my Niisan!" Ser sweetly smiled as she released the pinch. "You're awake! *heehee!!*"
"Amanda Serena Graham? When we get home, you are dead!"
"Promise?" Serena laughed.
My rage at getting plucked by my Imouto was quickly drowned by a feeling of utter helplessness as I glared at the offending doll:
"I'm related to Yogurt-Boy."
Yogurt-Boy... Mamo-Turkey... The Thing-in-the-Cape.. The-Man-with-no-Brain..
"Who?" Ayeka asked.
"Chiba Mamoru," Ser smiled evilly, "Prince Endymion of Earth!"
"Prince Endymion of Earth?" Washuu asked increduously. "I thought that doll looked familiar! I also think I'm gonna be sick!"
"Well," Sere grinned mischieviously, "it COULD be worse! We could be related to Ash Ketchum, Niisan !"
"UGH! What a choice! Caught between a rock and a hard place! You know how bad you just made me feel, Ser ? To either be related to the Brainless-Wonder or the Kid-Who-Would-Be-Pokepuke-Champion! Hmmm..."
I lost myself in thought for a couple of minutes (sis calls it "unfamiliar territory"), then, without raising my head, I answered
Serena:
"Hand me my Poke-balls."
Serena started to giggle.
I smiled at her.
"By the way, Waterflower! Where is your Psyduck?"
"Hey! I think Psyduck is kawaii!!!"
Everyone than hit the floor anime-style!
'Ser, sometimes I'd love to hit you!' I thought while trying to pick myself of the floor. Then I looked at the dolls now coming out of the machine... two words... uh oh!
"WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!! HOLD ON!!!!!!!!! TIME OUT!!!!!!!! I'M ALSO RELATED TO THE FICUS?!?!? NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! " Suddenly I calmed down, "Kiyone? Can I use your gun for a minute??"
"Who's the 'Ficus'?" Ayeka asked.
"Now niisan! Do you think shooting your self will make the ficus and cape boy not be related to you?"
Damn! Sere, stop prooving me wrong all the time! "No."
"Alright! Cause I got first dibs on the gun! So BACK OFF!" She kept a serious face before breaking into a bunch of giggles which were contagious. And soon, everyone, including myself, were giggling right along with Sere.
"Professor Washuu?" I managed to ask after regaining my breath ('Owww!!! Laughing that hard hurts like Hell!!!!'). "Is there any way of finding out where the dolls fit into our tree? I want to know where to look to harvest the nuts."
This braught yet another round of laughter, especially from Mihoshi and Kiyone!
"Hai," Washuu smiled, "There is! Have you looked into you family's lineage very far?"
"Do I REALLY have to answer that?" I smiled at Washuu. Serena was giggling. "The lines go *way*-on back! A family-friend once said I was trying to go back to Adam and Eve!"
"We can go back that far.. if you wish it!" Washuu-chan smiled.
"Iiede! Iied! Iiede!" Serena and I shouted as we shook our head rapidly. "This is... far enough!" Visions of Barbie-dolls will probably haunt us to the grave, now!
"That is alright!" Washuu-chan smiled. "We have enough, here, anyway! You have seen yourselves and your parents and grandparents, hai?"
"Hai!" Ser and I answered.
"How did they come out?" Washuu inquired.
"Ourselves.." Ser answered, "then Dad and Mom, and Dad's dad and mom, and Mom's dad and mom.."
"Correct." Washuu-chan aggreed. "Just like.. ?"
"Just like a generation-chart!" I said, excitedly.
"I knew you were smart!" Washuu-chan smiled. "So?"
"So.." I pondered. "We just plug the dolls into their places on the charts!"
"Hai!" Washuu-chan smiled. "Do you have the charts ?"
"Hai!" I reached into my backpack and withdrew the floppy-disk my family was stored on. "I hope you can use this."
"Perfect !!!" Washuu cried. "Let me scan this into the holographic-projector, and we shall quickly and easily put a face on each name!"
Suddenly, two dolls appeared on Washuu's shoulders, each chirping her mistress' great achievements!
"You are the greatest, Washuu-chan! The greatest scientific-genius in the universe!"
"You are the greatest scientific-genius of all time! The ages sing your praises, Washuu-chan!"
I smile. Such humility! How can such a tiny body house such a huge ego? At least I know now where my and my sister's conceite come from.
"Hai. True." Washuu said. "But, let us solve this puzzle now! We can stroke my ego later!" Washuu then let out a soft cackle. Our family has always, it seems, had a self-deprecating humour!
Soon, we were viewing a holographic-movie of my families' migrations - in reverse! The dolls were being attached to a large globe, complete with earth's topography! Ser and I both whispered. "Ooooooooooooh!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Woooooooowwww!!"
"This is nothing!" Washuu giggled. "Wanna here their voices? I promise you, they will be factual-reproductions!! Complete, even down to the dialects and inflections!!"
Without waiting for an answer, Washuu turned on the sound!
As frightening as it was to first see the dolls, it was even more bizarre to hear them! We saw and heard each family-line, color-coded for ease of differential, return to their points of origin. the lines would split, as we would see a color split-off from the group and comtinue on it's backward-trek: Texas to Alabama, Tennessee, and Missouri; Alabama to North and South Carolina; Tennessee to Virginia; Missouri to Virginia and West Virginia; South Carolina to Virginia, and so on; America to Britian and Ireland; Britian to Ireland, to Norway, to France, to Denwark, and so on; down the line. Sometimes the colored threads would split off, just to merge again!
"Interesting..." Washuu would comment.
"It happened at times." I explained as best I could, "When laws and customs of an area limited the range of who you could marry, your family looked to second-and third-cousins! Or, sometimes, first-cousins!"
Later, we watched as the colored-threads wound and rewound their way through Europe and Asia.
The first that seemed to definitely unwind were the threads of blue and red.
Hmmm.. the is the line of Mercury!" Washuu noted. "It seems to split-off into two threads very late in your family's life, then re-immerge in what is now western Scotland! And then goes into Ireland and then northern England!"
"Those threads would have been one of Mom's families, the McDaniels, and one of Dad's families, the Whitakers!" I smiled. "The McDaniels of Virginia came from the MacDonnells of Ireland, who came from the MacDonalds of the Scottish Isles. Whitakers had married into a family named Bourchier, who married into old English Royalty, who married into Scottish Royalty. The ancestors of the McDonalds and the Scottish royal clan, the McAlpins, were brothers. The line came from an Irish King and a Romano-British 'Princess', if you'd care to call her that!."
"So!" Proffessor Washuu bowed. "The ancient-Mercurian landed in mid-Britian!"
"Hai!" I grin. "In what would later be Northumbria, south of the Wall of Hadrian! But, now, what of the red thread? The one that joins the blue in western Scotland? What line is that?"
"That would be the Martail line!" Washuu mused. "It seems to wind in the islands just off Scotland's northern coast and move into Norway! A red thread also seems to wander from Norway into Denmark and then into France, and then England!"
"Hmmmm...!" My interest was caught! "It seems the Martial-strain split into two lines before the recording of our history!"
I smiled. "So the Martains helped bolster a couple of Scandanavian lines! VIK-ING! VIK-ING! VIK-ING! VIK-ING!"
"Outlaws?" Mihoshi asked.
"Some may have been branded 'Outlaw', Hai!'' I grin, "And some were probably blodthirsty! But, most were just farmers and traders! When they went a-viking, it was usually for new farmland or trading-deals!"
"A bit like the Juriains, actually..", Ayeka smiled, "practical-wanderlust!"
"I doubt the words 'practical' and 'wanderlust' go together well, Ayeka!" I smirked.
There was a slight burst of laughter in the laboratory.
"Hmmm..." Washuu commented, "We have another split, I think, but it seems diffuse, hazy."
"Who is it?" Ser asked.
"Bright-yellow. It's Venutian." Washuu kept looking at the screen.
Ser and I have a good chuckle. "'Hazy'? That's a good adjective to describe the Ficus aino with."
Yosho and Washuu bursts into laughter!
"I don't get it.." Tenchi mused, "your related to a PLANT?"
"The Venutians were always known to be a bit 'air-headed'." Washuu softly chuckled.
"The Venutian lines seem to converge again.." Washuu pointed to northwestern Europe, "right HERE!"
"A-HAAAA! Right around the fronteirs of Germany, Holland, and Belgiun! That MAY explain the
diffusion of the line!" I smiled. "The Venutians seemed to have married into the Franks! More precisely, the House of Charles Martel and Pepin!"
"Ahhh!" Ser grinned. "And Pepin bagat Charlemange.."
"A Charlemagne begat half of Europe!" I finished the thought!
"What is this thread I'm noticing?" Serena quickly asked. "It seems a combination of pink and silver.. and a bit of dark-yellow.. almost light-brown? It seems.. to cross the Mediterranian.."
"Into Constantinople.. into Turkey.. then Armenia..." I continued. "Who are all THESE good people?"
The silver thread in Lunarian," Washuu explained. Sure enough, a (LONG-) pigtailed barbie-doll in odangos appeared in the Mountains of Ararat! "And the line seemed to stop there!"
"Well," I chuckle, "Alot of the times the mother is not recorded in old pedigrees, much less her ancestry!"
The next to stop unwinding was the tan thread, just south and east of the Caspian Sea.
"AHA!" I smiled. "And who is this that settled among the Parthian-warriors?"
"That would be.." Professor Washuu studied her calculations, "the Line of Uranus!"
Serena laughed. "Among WARRIORS ??? THAT makes sence !!!"