Ryoko lazily lounged about on a long divan, admiring the children of her servants prance through the palace halls as if it were their own house. She grew a bit nostalgic for the days when she'd have to run after a little one. Such a tedious boy he had always been. He was gone, though. She always wondered when he'd return. He has such bright golden eyes, he never fit in with his peers on Earth. Everyone was so basic on earth. Such common eyes, brown and blue and green and gray. Golden eyes were surely not human, but he was accepted as one of them. His spiky black hair had a mind of it's own. It was only when his peers discovered that he was the son of the first queen of Earth, that they understood why his physical traits were... well um... not human. Lord help his short-fuse. Ryoko held her hand high in the air, gazing at her fingers.
"Milady, there's a message for you on the holo-screen. Shall I bring it up?" A maid spoke quickly and softly. She stuttered a bit, but Ryoko just rolled her eyes and rested her hand by her side.
Huffing, the cyan-tressed girl rested a weary hand on her forehead. "Why is it when I'm relaxed, someone has to interrupt me?"
The young girl bowed, taking the blame for something totally out of her control. "Forgive me for upsetting you."
"Oh, there's nothing you've done that's out of the ordinary. Ryoko just likes to complain whenever she gets the chance." Aeka rest her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Thank you, we'll take it in another room."
Saying nothing, the girl bowed lower and rushed out of the room with as much stealth and haste as she entered.
"Jurai or the Goddesses?" Ryoko didn't even bother to lift her head and acknowledge Aeka.
"Goddesses." Aeka sat at the end of the divan, pushing Ryoko's feet to the side.
There was a great division amongst powers when Ryoko and Aeka took the throne beside Tenchi. Ryoko was mature enough to empower the lighthawk wings, making her very strong. With meditation, she didn't need the power from her gems to give her any strength. Having drained the power from the gems, Ryoko discarded them, resting them in Washu's hand and closing the small lady's palm tightly around them. Not knowing what to do with the gems, Washu absorbed the memories she had once denounced into the gems. Having nothing better to do with her life, she wandered around Tokimi's realms, providing destruction as the yang to Tokimi's ying. One created and one destroyed.
The scientist spent a lot of time to herself, driving Tokimi up the wall with her spiteful ignorance of the Goddess task at hand. Washu simply stated that if Tsunami didn't have to stick around and be bored out of her mind, why should she? Taking residence and sometimes actually adhering to her goddess duties alongside Tokimi, Washu was considered, once more, a high-dimensional being and a force not to be reckoned with.
With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, Ryoko initiated contact through the holo-computer with Washu who was gleaming just the same on the other side. "Why did you call?"
"Hello to you too, Ryoko." Washu crossed her arms. "I came as Tokimi's messenger. There's a meeting on Jurai that all allies must attend. This means you and the princess. So be there."
"Do you know what this meeting is about, Washu?" Aeka stepped forward.
The grown-up scientist placed her hand against her chin. "Who knows. All these boring talks about nothing, resolving nothing and actually resulting in nothing. You go there in flashy garments for a few days, show off what your planet can do and you all go him bitter with envy over the next planet's successions. Do as you wish and do what you might, but show up."
"When?"
"Jurai has sent ships to escort you there. I suppose when they get there is when you leave." Washu shrugged. "Anyway, I'm not going, so tell everyone I said hi. Oh... and how is Tenchi's..." she looked away, her jade eyes remorseful that she even mentioned his name. "Nevermind. Sorry. I gotta go. Take care." The holo-screen faded out.
Ryoko's head dropped at the sound of Tenchi's name. She hated his name just as much as she hated visiting his grave as much as she hated presenting memorials to his triumph during anniversaries as much as she even hated sleeping in the bed he once slept in. No one knew why Ryoko hated Tenchi as much as she did except for one person, and he was long gone - never to return.
Placing a sympathetic hand on Ryoko's shoulder, Aeka nodded. "Well, I suppose we should pack. Hopefully it won't be a long stay. Perhaps Tsunami only wants to discuss the natural orders and such. I mean, there's nothing epic going on."
"Nothing ever epic goes on. It's the same old same old every single time. A broken record with no chance of ever making it pass that incessant skip." Ryoko sighed sadly. "The sooner we're gone, the sooner we can get back home."
As for the Lady Aeka, she had three daughters by Tenchi. Two married to well-known aristocrats and barely ever kept contact with their mother. The princess didn't seem to mind, though. She really bore no emotional attachment to them. Tenchi struggled for a son that could be his successor. Any daughters he had were just daughters to marry off and branch out. When Aeka thought about it, it made him seem like such a pig to want to expand and expand and expand. Sometimes when she spoke to Ryoko at night about it, she'd call him the big hot-aired balloon, because he always wanted to expand and go further than he could. Her third, the youngest of all four of Tenchi's children (Ryoko's son included) lived in the palace with Ryoko and Aeka. The girl did as she pleased simply because she should. Once again, Aeka bore no more attachment to the girl than the other two. They spoke often, but weren't very close. The princess was afraid to get close to her or any of her daughters, in fear that what happened to her would happen to them.
Ryoko, on the other hand, was very attached to her son, Ryouten. The boy was to be the heir to the throne that his father had left behind all so suddenly. When Ryouten renounced the throne, not standing by his father's views, he set out to live a life more suited to him. One that made him happy. At first, he would contact his mother every day, letting her know how Ryo-Ohki was flying and what new adventures he went on. Soon their conversations were few and far in between, until he just stopped talking to her all at once. Ryoko never gave up hope on him, she just knew he had a life of his own to live. He wasn't very fond of his sisters, the three were envious of his fortune as the boy of the family, so he avoided them when he could and fought with them when he couldn't. There was much unease in the castle until Tenchi died. After that, everything seemed to flow that much easier. It was as if a huge barrier had been broken down and the flow of serenity could pass through easily.
Staring aimlessly at the sky, Ryoko saw the flash of light. A Jurian ship docked in the grand landing pad outside the palace. Not even looking back at her home before she left, Ryoko boarded the ship with Aeka on her heels, both hesitant to arrive on Jurai, but curious to know why they were summoned.
Trouble indeed. The sleeper stirs.
End of Ch. 2
A/N: I guess I should say this is alternate universe? Or maybe just me writing on my theories of what would happen or what could happen. Hey, it COULD happen lol. Anyways, I'm just trying to build characters and pasts because I intend to bring it all together soon. Keep reading!
"Milady, there's a message for you on the holo-screen. Shall I bring it up?" A maid spoke quickly and softly. She stuttered a bit, but Ryoko just rolled her eyes and rested her hand by her side.
Huffing, the cyan-tressed girl rested a weary hand on her forehead. "Why is it when I'm relaxed, someone has to interrupt me?"
The young girl bowed, taking the blame for something totally out of her control. "Forgive me for upsetting you."
"Oh, there's nothing you've done that's out of the ordinary. Ryoko just likes to complain whenever she gets the chance." Aeka rest her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Thank you, we'll take it in another room."
Saying nothing, the girl bowed lower and rushed out of the room with as much stealth and haste as she entered.
"Jurai or the Goddesses?" Ryoko didn't even bother to lift her head and acknowledge Aeka.
"Goddesses." Aeka sat at the end of the divan, pushing Ryoko's feet to the side.
There was a great division amongst powers when Ryoko and Aeka took the throne beside Tenchi. Ryoko was mature enough to empower the lighthawk wings, making her very strong. With meditation, she didn't need the power from her gems to give her any strength. Having drained the power from the gems, Ryoko discarded them, resting them in Washu's hand and closing the small lady's palm tightly around them. Not knowing what to do with the gems, Washu absorbed the memories she had once denounced into the gems. Having nothing better to do with her life, she wandered around Tokimi's realms, providing destruction as the yang to Tokimi's ying. One created and one destroyed.
The scientist spent a lot of time to herself, driving Tokimi up the wall with her spiteful ignorance of the Goddess task at hand. Washu simply stated that if Tsunami didn't have to stick around and be bored out of her mind, why should she? Taking residence and sometimes actually adhering to her goddess duties alongside Tokimi, Washu was considered, once more, a high-dimensional being and a force not to be reckoned with.
With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, Ryoko initiated contact through the holo-computer with Washu who was gleaming just the same on the other side. "Why did you call?"
"Hello to you too, Ryoko." Washu crossed her arms. "I came as Tokimi's messenger. There's a meeting on Jurai that all allies must attend. This means you and the princess. So be there."
"Do you know what this meeting is about, Washu?" Aeka stepped forward.
The grown-up scientist placed her hand against her chin. "Who knows. All these boring talks about nothing, resolving nothing and actually resulting in nothing. You go there in flashy garments for a few days, show off what your planet can do and you all go him bitter with envy over the next planet's successions. Do as you wish and do what you might, but show up."
"When?"
"Jurai has sent ships to escort you there. I suppose when they get there is when you leave." Washu shrugged. "Anyway, I'm not going, so tell everyone I said hi. Oh... and how is Tenchi's..." she looked away, her jade eyes remorseful that she even mentioned his name. "Nevermind. Sorry. I gotta go. Take care." The holo-screen faded out.
Ryoko's head dropped at the sound of Tenchi's name. She hated his name just as much as she hated visiting his grave as much as she hated presenting memorials to his triumph during anniversaries as much as she even hated sleeping in the bed he once slept in. No one knew why Ryoko hated Tenchi as much as she did except for one person, and he was long gone - never to return.
Placing a sympathetic hand on Ryoko's shoulder, Aeka nodded. "Well, I suppose we should pack. Hopefully it won't be a long stay. Perhaps Tsunami only wants to discuss the natural orders and such. I mean, there's nothing epic going on."
"Nothing ever epic goes on. It's the same old same old every single time. A broken record with no chance of ever making it pass that incessant skip." Ryoko sighed sadly. "The sooner we're gone, the sooner we can get back home."
As for the Lady Aeka, she had three daughters by Tenchi. Two married to well-known aristocrats and barely ever kept contact with their mother. The princess didn't seem to mind, though. She really bore no emotional attachment to them. Tenchi struggled for a son that could be his successor. Any daughters he had were just daughters to marry off and branch out. When Aeka thought about it, it made him seem like such a pig to want to expand and expand and expand. Sometimes when she spoke to Ryoko at night about it, she'd call him the big hot-aired balloon, because he always wanted to expand and go further than he could. Her third, the youngest of all four of Tenchi's children (Ryoko's son included) lived in the palace with Ryoko and Aeka. The girl did as she pleased simply because she should. Once again, Aeka bore no more attachment to the girl than the other two. They spoke often, but weren't very close. The princess was afraid to get close to her or any of her daughters, in fear that what happened to her would happen to them.
Ryoko, on the other hand, was very attached to her son, Ryouten. The boy was to be the heir to the throne that his father had left behind all so suddenly. When Ryouten renounced the throne, not standing by his father's views, he set out to live a life more suited to him. One that made him happy. At first, he would contact his mother every day, letting her know how Ryo-Ohki was flying and what new adventures he went on. Soon their conversations were few and far in between, until he just stopped talking to her all at once. Ryoko never gave up hope on him, she just knew he had a life of his own to live. He wasn't very fond of his sisters, the three were envious of his fortune as the boy of the family, so he avoided them when he could and fought with them when he couldn't. There was much unease in the castle until Tenchi died. After that, everything seemed to flow that much easier. It was as if a huge barrier had been broken down and the flow of serenity could pass through easily.
Staring aimlessly at the sky, Ryoko saw the flash of light. A Jurian ship docked in the grand landing pad outside the palace. Not even looking back at her home before she left, Ryoko boarded the ship with Aeka on her heels, both hesitant to arrive on Jurai, but curious to know why they were summoned.
Trouble indeed. The sleeper stirs.
End of Ch. 2
A/N: I guess I should say this is alternate universe? Or maybe just me writing on my theories of what would happen or what could happen. Hey, it COULD happen lol. Anyways, I'm just trying to build characters and pasts because I intend to bring it all together soon. Keep reading!