"He Called Me Mom."
BY: the Blue-Haired Goddess
bluehairedgoddess@tenchiclub.com
Category: General/Romance.
Rated: PG-13, just to be safe.
DISCRIPTION:
Washu confronts Tenchi regarding her daughter, and a confused Tenchi soon finds himself drawn to Washu in a surprising way. But Tenchi's real trouble lies with Ryoko, and the fact that he might just be falling in love...
DISCLAIMER: Though I would like to, I own *none* of the Tenchi Muyo characters in any of their incarnations. I *do* however, own one hell of a Tenchi obsession grin. Legal Folks, please do not sue me, I make no money from this or any other fanfic.
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"He Called Me Mom."
PROLOGUE
"I...I haven't slept for days." Washu grumbled wearily into her tea.
"I don't know what's wrong with me, really. I don't *need* sleep. I've never needed it before, except to easy the occasional mental fatigue that builds up after...oh, I don't know how long. A few weeks, maybe. Then I'd sleep for maybe twelve or fourteen hours. A couple of times I've been out for nearly a day. But it wasn't sleep for sleep's sake. It was rest! It was meditation. It was clearing my head of all the data that accumulates after so long. You understand, don't you? Allowing the darkness to seep in is like giving your system a much-needed memory defrag when it's accumulated too many temporary files or something like that. I'm designed so that it would *never* be necessary for me to 'shut down', I just sleep when *I* need it. Because occasionally...Let's just say that even the Greatest Scientific Genius in the Universe gets a little mental strain here and there. That's what this house'll do to you, you know. All due respect, of course."
"Of course." The elder gentleman--that is, by appearance--sitting in Washu's dimly lit lab nodded his agreement slowly, encouraging her to go on.
"Sometimes, I forget. I really do. With all my little experiments, all the projects that I have going on (you really have *no* idea), all my monitoring...sometimes I *forget* what time of day or night it is until all you fine people turn out the lights over every one of my cameras. Feh." The diminutive genius rubbed her temples lightly. "Oh, Sasami alerts me to breakfast often enough. And occasionally even Honorable Father sticks his head in to tell me that he's cooked something on Sunday. But I don't get much of an indication of the time other than that. I don't have clocks in here. Waste of time. Really. I have at least twenty-some odd timers going off throughout the day, most of them alerting me to check in and review this or that data, or tracking experiments. Like sub-space anomolies in Juraian space as they happen. Or to record the data of other..." Washu paused a moment, picking her words carefully, "developments in the house that I'm working on. But not one clock. And sometimes, when I'm working on something really pressing, I forget food, too. Now, I don't necessarily need that either, but it helps to keep my girlish figure in peak condition."
Helps me keep rooted, too. Washu thought. Allows me to concentrate on something more than numbers for once. Or my daughter.
Gods, do I love that daughter of mine. Impudent girl! And for all my scientific expertise, for all the tens of thousands of years that I've been in this world, for all the times that I have studied humanoid psychology, I still don't get her. Not fully. Not even with the mental link that we share. And the secret is: that mental link is just as much a mystery to me as the Gems. Or the Light Hawk Sword. I can assume that it is a natural ability of ours. Just like her powers are derived from me; from my genetic coding and enhanced by the masses and the gems. But the truth is, out of the thousands of humanoid species I have studied, and the ones that I am similar to--mostly Juraians--my abilities don't match up. Not completely. I was never telepathic before my little Ryoko, and she is the only being that I am telepathic with. And I can't figure out *why*.
"I need more data." She muttered aloud, her guest nearly forgotten for what seemed like a considerable length.
"Data?" The priest questioned. Nodding to the cooling cup of tea that he held in his hand, he hinted to Washu for a refill.
"Data." She repeated, coming to her senses and reaching for the pot. "Heh. It's quite amusing, really. Poor guinea pig Tenchi. Did you know, Lord Katsuhito, that Tenchi came to see me today? *He* came to see *me*! And you will never guess, Honorable Grandfather, what he asked me..."
"Was it something to do with his mother, Miss Washu?" Katsuhito Masaki spoke for only the second time in nearly an hour, chooosing to let his words fall slowly from his lips; a contrast to Washu's lengthy rambling.
Washu's tired eyes lit up, a sparkle entering the emerald green orbs. "That boy really is a genius!"
BY: the Blue-Haired Goddess
bluehairedgoddess@tenchiclub.com
Category: General/Romance.
Rated: PG-13, just to be safe.
DISCRIPTION:
Washu confronts Tenchi regarding her daughter, and a confused Tenchi soon finds himself drawn to Washu in a surprising way. But Tenchi's real trouble lies with Ryoko, and the fact that he might just be falling in love...
DISCLAIMER: Though I would like to, I own *none* of the Tenchi Muyo characters in any of their incarnations. I *do* however, own one hell of a Tenchi obsession grin. Legal Folks, please do not sue me, I make no money from this or any other fanfic.
____________________________________________________________________________________________
"He Called Me Mom."
PROLOGUE
"I...I haven't slept for days." Washu grumbled wearily into her tea.
"I don't know what's wrong with me, really. I don't *need* sleep. I've never needed it before, except to easy the occasional mental fatigue that builds up after...oh, I don't know how long. A few weeks, maybe. Then I'd sleep for maybe twelve or fourteen hours. A couple of times I've been out for nearly a day. But it wasn't sleep for sleep's sake. It was rest! It was meditation. It was clearing my head of all the data that accumulates after so long. You understand, don't you? Allowing the darkness to seep in is like giving your system a much-needed memory defrag when it's accumulated too many temporary files or something like that. I'm designed so that it would *never* be necessary for me to 'shut down', I just sleep when *I* need it. Because occasionally...Let's just say that even the Greatest Scientific Genius in the Universe gets a little mental strain here and there. That's what this house'll do to you, you know. All due respect, of course."
"Of course." The elder gentleman--that is, by appearance--sitting in Washu's dimly lit lab nodded his agreement slowly, encouraging her to go on.
"Sometimes, I forget. I really do. With all my little experiments, all the projects that I have going on (you really have *no* idea), all my monitoring...sometimes I *forget* what time of day or night it is until all you fine people turn out the lights over every one of my cameras. Feh." The diminutive genius rubbed her temples lightly. "Oh, Sasami alerts me to breakfast often enough. And occasionally even Honorable Father sticks his head in to tell me that he's cooked something on Sunday. But I don't get much of an indication of the time other than that. I don't have clocks in here. Waste of time. Really. I have at least twenty-some odd timers going off throughout the day, most of them alerting me to check in and review this or that data, or tracking experiments. Like sub-space anomolies in Juraian space as they happen. Or to record the data of other..." Washu paused a moment, picking her words carefully, "developments in the house that I'm working on. But not one clock. And sometimes, when I'm working on something really pressing, I forget food, too. Now, I don't necessarily need that either, but it helps to keep my girlish figure in peak condition."
Helps me keep rooted, too. Washu thought. Allows me to concentrate on something more than numbers for once. Or my daughter.
Gods, do I love that daughter of mine. Impudent girl! And for all my scientific expertise, for all the tens of thousands of years that I've been in this world, for all the times that I have studied humanoid psychology, I still don't get her. Not fully. Not even with the mental link that we share. And the secret is: that mental link is just as much a mystery to me as the Gems. Or the Light Hawk Sword. I can assume that it is a natural ability of ours. Just like her powers are derived from me; from my genetic coding and enhanced by the masses and the gems. But the truth is, out of the thousands of humanoid species I have studied, and the ones that I am similar to--mostly Juraians--my abilities don't match up. Not completely. I was never telepathic before my little Ryoko, and she is the only being that I am telepathic with. And I can't figure out *why*.
"I need more data." She muttered aloud, her guest nearly forgotten for what seemed like a considerable length.
"Data?" The priest questioned. Nodding to the cooling cup of tea that he held in his hand, he hinted to Washu for a refill.
"Data." She repeated, coming to her senses and reaching for the pot. "Heh. It's quite amusing, really. Poor guinea pig Tenchi. Did you know, Lord Katsuhito, that Tenchi came to see me today? *He* came to see *me*! And you will never guess, Honorable Grandfather, what he asked me..."
"Was it something to do with his mother, Miss Washu?" Katsuhito Masaki spoke for only the second time in nearly an hour, chooosing to let his words fall slowly from his lips; a contrast to Washu's lengthy rambling.
Washu's tired eyes lit up, a sparkle entering the emerald green orbs. "That boy really is a genius!"