"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."
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CHAPTER TWO
Tenchi remained silent, thinking of the parts of Ryoko's past that he was aware of, and the parts that no one ever told him about. Ryoko had spent five thousand years as Kagato's captive and brainwashed prisoner. Slowly, he picked at his food as he stared at Washu. As she spoke, her hair had slipped to cover most of her face, and only her chin could be visible from behind spiky pink shocks. Slowly creeping down her chin were two thin lines of tears.
"I'm always worried about my little girl. She's...all that I have."
"That can't be true, Little Washu. You know that you have all of us here. We all care for you."
"Regardless, Tenchi. That's not what I meant. She is my only Ryoko. She is my only daughter and therefore my only blood relative. I don't know where my husband is now, or my son. Twenty thousand years...is a long time." Washu sighed heavily, gazing up at Tenchi from behind pink bangs. She forced half a smile, and Tenchi could swear that the diminutive scientist's chin was trembling. Her daytime manical genius guise was melting away, showing a more fragile person than he was used to.
"But, if you're worried about Ryoko...Has something happened to her, Washu? If there's something wrong with her..."
"No, Tenchi, nothing's wrong with her. But I guess I should be asking you...Is there anything wrong? My little Ryoko's fragile, you know."
"W-What do you mean?"
"Do you think that she's adapting well? To life on Earth? To life...in your home?"
"O-Of course! I mean--well you know how she is, she doesn't do very many chores--except when she wants to--but overall I'd say that she's doing well. She's a part of our *family*. Same as anybody."
"*Really*, Tenchi?" This time she really did sound a bit like the space pirate herself.
"Huh?"
Washu's lips curled into a slow smile. She chuckled softly as she wiped at her salted cheeks with a fisted hand.
"Tenchi, I'm going to tell you something that I'm not sure that you're aware of. And I don't think that Ryoko wants you to know, but I think it's important, so listen: Ryoko and I...share a telepathic bond. And an empathic bond. So...I *know*."
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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."
* * * * * * *
CHAPTER TWO
Tenchi remained silent, thinking of the parts of Ryoko's past that he was aware of, and the parts that no one ever told him about. Ryoko had spent five thousand years as Kagato's captive and brainwashed prisoner. Slowly, he picked at his food as he stared at Washu. As she spoke, her hair had slipped to cover most of her face, and only her chin could be visible from behind spiky pink shocks. Slowly creeping down her chin were two thin lines of tears.
"I'm always worried about my little girl. She's...all that I have."
"That can't be true, Little Washu. You know that you have all of us here. We all care for you."
"Regardless, Tenchi. That's not what I meant. She is my only Ryoko. She is my only daughter and therefore my only blood relative. I don't know where my husband is now, or my son. Twenty thousand years...is a long time." Washu sighed heavily, gazing up at Tenchi from behind pink bangs. She forced half a smile, and Tenchi could swear that the diminutive scientist's chin was trembling. Her daytime manical genius guise was melting away, showing a more fragile person than he was used to.
"But, if you're worried about Ryoko...Has something happened to her, Washu? If there's something wrong with her..."
"No, Tenchi, nothing's wrong with her. But I guess I should be asking you...Is there anything wrong? My little Ryoko's fragile, you know."
"W-What do you mean?"
"Do you think that she's adapting well? To life on Earth? To life...in your home?"
"O-Of course! I mean--well you know how she is, she doesn't do very many chores--except when she wants to--but overall I'd say that she's doing well. She's a part of our *family*. Same as anybody."
"*Really*, Tenchi?" This time she really did sound a bit like the space pirate herself.
"Huh?"
Washu's lips curled into a slow smile. She chuckled softly as she wiped at her salted cheeks with a fisted hand.
"Tenchi, I'm going to tell you something that I'm not sure that you're aware of. And I don't think that Ryoko wants you to know, but I think it's important, so listen: Ryoko and I...share a telepathic bond. And an empathic bond. So...I *know*."
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