Messing With Washuu's Inventions Has Advantages
Disclaimer: Do I own Fushigi Yuugi or Tenchi Muyo? Of course I do! Please wait a moment, I must take my insane pills now.
Hotohori: What Tsumi-san means is no, she doesn't own any of us. If she did . . . I would rather not think of the results. *looks down to see Tsumi attached to his arm and sweatdrops*
Nuriko: *glaring* Let go of Hotohori-sama!
Tsumi: Why, Nuri-chan? *winks to audience*
Summary: Think back to episodes 11-13 : Time and Space Adventures Parts 1-3. What would have happened if things went slightly . . . different?
Tsumi: Hello, people. Here would be my absolute very first story and a crossover at that! Ain't it wonderful? *crickets chirp* Eh . . . oh well. Anyway, some credit should be given to SessyRyo, who suggested I write a Tenchi/Fushigi Yuugi crossover with a certain pairing. So, um, anyway, read and enjoy!
Oh, and one more thing: I really, really, REALLY do not like Tenchi or Ayeka. So, um, bashing and no major roles for them!
Chapter One: Really? I Can Create My Own World?
Ryoko glared daggers at Washuu, who just smiled innocently. Okay, so Ryoko wasn't too upset that Tenchi had appeared in the bath while the girls were there. Actually, she would have liked if he stayed just a little longer . . . but anyway, it was the principle of the matter!
"I'm sorry, but my Dimensional Time and Space Machine is out of wack!" Washuu said, placing in her hands in form of surrender.
"'Dimensional Time and Space Machine'?" Kiyone repeated.
"And what the hell is that?" Ryoko asked, annoyed beyond belief at this point.
Washuu moved to the side and pointed at a gigantic machine behind her. "That is the Dimensional Time and Space Machine; one of the greatest machines ever invented by me, the greatest scientific genius in the universe!"
"So, um, how does it work?" Tenchi asked, peering at the large machine.
"Simple. All you do is impute what you want your dimension to be, and it can be created or, if your data matches another dimension perfectly, you'll just be sent there." Washuu explained.
Ryoko walked up to the machine, wondering what her perfect dimension would be. /Hmm. Maybe without any pollution or buildings . . . kinda before all the technology kicked in . . . and someone to share it with . . ./ Her eyes briefly flashed over to Tenchi and she blushed slightly, totally unaware that her fingers were busily typing away and creating her perfect world.
"Hey! Ryoko, what are you doing?!" Washuu yelled at Ryoko.
"What does it look like? I'm creating my own perfect dimension!" Ryoko said with a mischievous grin.
"Wha?" Ayeka said before shoving Ryoko out of the way. "There's no way I would let you be with Tenchi-sama!" She said. "My perfect world would be anything as long as Tenchi-sama was in it." She went starry-eyed as she typed this in.
"Ayeka!" Tenchi said.
"Yes, Tenchi-sama?" Ayeka asked Tenchi, again, starry-eyed. Tenchi sweatdropped.
Mihoshi walked up to the machine. "Hmm . . . I'd like any world I'm in as long as I was with Kiyone!" She said happily as she typed it in.
Kiyone paled. "I'd like any world as long as I was far away from Mihoshi!" She said, pushing Mihoshi out of the way, quickly typing in her 'perfect world'.
"Girls! Girls! Girls! Please stop! I told you, it's not working right!" Washuu yelled.
"Hmm . . . Ryo-ohki, what kind of world would you like?" Sasami asked the cabbit perched on her head, who gave a short 'meow'. "Yeah! Why not a magical girl world?" As she typed this in, a blue light erupted from the upper part of the machine, engulfing them all.
"Oh no!" Washuu said as the other six (seven if you include a cabbit) occupants of the room disappeared. "Great! I told them not to mess with it! This is what they get!"
Ryoko's eyes widened as she watched the others disappear, one by one, until she was the only one left in this huge, swirly world . . . or lack of world . . . or, whatever the hell it was! All she wanted was to get out; she was getting sick, which was a lot coming from the 700+ year old demon.
Just when she couldn't take anymore, there was a bright white light, and she felt herself falling to the ground, only to land on something . . . soft. Daring to look, she found herself lying on top of a fire-haired man with small fangs pointing out of the corners of his mouth, amber eyes staring straight into hers.
"What the F&^%!!!" The two yelled at the same time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Short Interlude
Tasuki: Hey, is this going to be a lemon?
Tsumi: No it's not going to be a lemon! .
Tamahome: *looks at Tsumi* You didn't tell me you wrote lemons!
Chichiri: That's because she doesn't, Tamahome no da.
Tsumi: *typing furiously* Moving along . . .
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Ryoko scrambled furiously away from the man, who jumped up and reached for the metal fan he possessed. "Who the hell are you?!" Both yelled at the same time, as they both blinked and stared at each other.
The red-haired man blinked again, mildly taken aback that any woman would curse like him. Studying the woman further, he found her slightly interesting. No one here had hair like hers nor gold eyes that seemed slightly cat-like. Her clothes were different as well, but he was slightly reminded of the clothing his miko wore . . .
Ryoko scowled. "What the hell are you looking at?" She snapped at the man.
The bandit smiled, one of his fangs poking cutely out of the side of his mouth. "What language for a lady."
Ryoko stood up and marched right over so that she was face to face with the man. "Listen, pal, I don't know what the hell is your problem--"
"What my problem is?! You f&^%ing landed on me!" He yelled back. She glared and deliberately turned her back to him, trying to calm down, knowing that if she didn't, he could end up as an overcooked piece of meat on the ground.
Both were silent for a moment before Ryoko was calmed down enough to ask what his name was. "What's your name?" She asked as she turned half way to acknowledge him.
"Feh. That should be my question." he spat out.
"Fine! I'm trying to offer a hand of friendship and you just blow me off!" Ryoko resisted the deep urge to stamp her foot in frustration.
"Okay! Calm down! Ch', women . . ." the man muttered under his breath. "I'm Tasuki."
Ryoko blinked, not really expecting to get his name. "Ryoko." she said, extending her hand forward. Tasuki hesitantly took it and they shook hands.
"Tasuki? Are you alright? We heard you yell . . ." Miaka suddenly appeared and stared at Ryoko. "Who's she?" She asked curiously.
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So, how was it? Please tell me truthfully. Can't get any better without criticism; just do it nicely (please?). And just as a side note, I do plan on adding my other favorite characters from the Tenchi Muyo! universe to this story It just depends on if I get any reviews . . . *subtly winks*
Disclaimer: Do I own Fushigi Yuugi or Tenchi Muyo? Of course I do! Please wait a moment, I must take my insane pills now.
Hotohori: What Tsumi-san means is no, she doesn't own any of us. If she did . . . I would rather not think of the results. *looks down to see Tsumi attached to his arm and sweatdrops*
Nuriko: *glaring* Let go of Hotohori-sama!
Tsumi: Why, Nuri-chan? *winks to audience*
Summary: Think back to episodes 11-13 : Time and Space Adventures Parts 1-3. What would have happened if things went slightly . . . different?
Tsumi: Hello, people. Here would be my absolute very first story and a crossover at that! Ain't it wonderful? *crickets chirp* Eh . . . oh well. Anyway, some credit should be given to SessyRyo, who suggested I write a Tenchi/Fushigi Yuugi crossover with a certain pairing. So, um, anyway, read and enjoy!
Oh, and one more thing: I really, really, REALLY do not like Tenchi or Ayeka. So, um, bashing and no major roles for them!
Chapter One: Really? I Can Create My Own World?
Ryoko glared daggers at Washuu, who just smiled innocently. Okay, so Ryoko wasn't too upset that Tenchi had appeared in the bath while the girls were there. Actually, she would have liked if he stayed just a little longer . . . but anyway, it was the principle of the matter!
"I'm sorry, but my Dimensional Time and Space Machine is out of wack!" Washuu said, placing in her hands in form of surrender.
"'Dimensional Time and Space Machine'?" Kiyone repeated.
"And what the hell is that?" Ryoko asked, annoyed beyond belief at this point.
Washuu moved to the side and pointed at a gigantic machine behind her. "That is the Dimensional Time and Space Machine; one of the greatest machines ever invented by me, the greatest scientific genius in the universe!"
"So, um, how does it work?" Tenchi asked, peering at the large machine.
"Simple. All you do is impute what you want your dimension to be, and it can be created or, if your data matches another dimension perfectly, you'll just be sent there." Washuu explained.
Ryoko walked up to the machine, wondering what her perfect dimension would be. /Hmm. Maybe without any pollution or buildings . . . kinda before all the technology kicked in . . . and someone to share it with . . ./ Her eyes briefly flashed over to Tenchi and she blushed slightly, totally unaware that her fingers were busily typing away and creating her perfect world.
"Hey! Ryoko, what are you doing?!" Washuu yelled at Ryoko.
"What does it look like? I'm creating my own perfect dimension!" Ryoko said with a mischievous grin.
"Wha?" Ayeka said before shoving Ryoko out of the way. "There's no way I would let you be with Tenchi-sama!" She said. "My perfect world would be anything as long as Tenchi-sama was in it." She went starry-eyed as she typed this in.
"Ayeka!" Tenchi said.
"Yes, Tenchi-sama?" Ayeka asked Tenchi, again, starry-eyed. Tenchi sweatdropped.
Mihoshi walked up to the machine. "Hmm . . . I'd like any world I'm in as long as I was with Kiyone!" She said happily as she typed it in.
Kiyone paled. "I'd like any world as long as I was far away from Mihoshi!" She said, pushing Mihoshi out of the way, quickly typing in her 'perfect world'.
"Girls! Girls! Girls! Please stop! I told you, it's not working right!" Washuu yelled.
"Hmm . . . Ryo-ohki, what kind of world would you like?" Sasami asked the cabbit perched on her head, who gave a short 'meow'. "Yeah! Why not a magical girl world?" As she typed this in, a blue light erupted from the upper part of the machine, engulfing them all.
"Oh no!" Washuu said as the other six (seven if you include a cabbit) occupants of the room disappeared. "Great! I told them not to mess with it! This is what they get!"
Ryoko's eyes widened as she watched the others disappear, one by one, until she was the only one left in this huge, swirly world . . . or lack of world . . . or, whatever the hell it was! All she wanted was to get out; she was getting sick, which was a lot coming from the 700+ year old demon.
Just when she couldn't take anymore, there was a bright white light, and she felt herself falling to the ground, only to land on something . . . soft. Daring to look, she found herself lying on top of a fire-haired man with small fangs pointing out of the corners of his mouth, amber eyes staring straight into hers.
"What the F&^%!!!" The two yelled at the same time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Short Interlude
Tasuki: Hey, is this going to be a lemon?
Tsumi: No it's not going to be a lemon! .
Tamahome: *looks at Tsumi* You didn't tell me you wrote lemons!
Chichiri: That's because she doesn't, Tamahome no da.
Tsumi: *typing furiously* Moving along . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ryoko scrambled furiously away from the man, who jumped up and reached for the metal fan he possessed. "Who the hell are you?!" Both yelled at the same time, as they both blinked and stared at each other.
The red-haired man blinked again, mildly taken aback that any woman would curse like him. Studying the woman further, he found her slightly interesting. No one here had hair like hers nor gold eyes that seemed slightly cat-like. Her clothes were different as well, but he was slightly reminded of the clothing his miko wore . . .
Ryoko scowled. "What the hell are you looking at?" She snapped at the man.
The bandit smiled, one of his fangs poking cutely out of the side of his mouth. "What language for a lady."
Ryoko stood up and marched right over so that she was face to face with the man. "Listen, pal, I don't know what the hell is your problem--"
"What my problem is?! You f&^%ing landed on me!" He yelled back. She glared and deliberately turned her back to him, trying to calm down, knowing that if she didn't, he could end up as an overcooked piece of meat on the ground.
Both were silent for a moment before Ryoko was calmed down enough to ask what his name was. "What's your name?" She asked as she turned half way to acknowledge him.
"Feh. That should be my question." he spat out.
"Fine! I'm trying to offer a hand of friendship and you just blow me off!" Ryoko resisted the deep urge to stamp her foot in frustration.
"Okay! Calm down! Ch', women . . ." the man muttered under his breath. "I'm Tasuki."
Ryoko blinked, not really expecting to get his name. "Ryoko." she said, extending her hand forward. Tasuki hesitantly took it and they shook hands.
"Tasuki? Are you alright? We heard you yell . . ." Miaka suddenly appeared and stared at Ryoko. "Who's she?" She asked curiously.
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So, how was it? Please tell me truthfully. Can't get any better without criticism; just do it nicely (please?). And just as a side note, I do plan on adding my other favorite characters from the Tenchi Muyo! universe to this story It just depends on if I get any reviews . . . *subtly winks*
