The Inner Child
A Tenchi Muyo! Fanfiction by HelloSir
Summary: All of us begin as a child, even the most callous and brutal criminal the universe has ever known....
Disclaimer: The anime Tenchi Muyo is copyrighted by Pioneer LD and AIC. Therefore, I do not own any characters/references, and this is in no way sponsored or produced by the owners of the trademark anime from which this fanfiction is based on. That being said, get off my case.
Author's Note (PLEASE READ): The demon is in the house! This story is basically Kagato's fight with his inner demon, so when the demon speaks, it will be in italics (only in his point of view). If for some reason you can't see the italics, simply use your common sense. Sometimes the demon will interrupt right in the middle of a sentence, so don't get confused. If it's in quotation marks, he's saying it aloud. If not, it's in his mind. Of course, the italics will still be used to emphasize things, but you'll know which is which.
Oh, and also...this was never meant to be a light-hearted fanfiction. It's introspection into my favorite (and often neglected or stereotyped) character. And goddamn it, yes, I will soon explain the origin of the demon, but not in this chapter. I'll leave it up to your imagination for now. Got it?
Toodles!
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Chapter Four: Decide His Fate
What did I do?
There was a lot of screaming from the pretty lady. I wanted it to stop. It's not a pleasant noise. I couldn't take it anymore, so I pointed at her just like I did at the furry lady and willed her to shut the hell up.
Raucous bitch.
Huh? Where did that come from...?
She stopped screaming and threw up a blue shield, which deflected my energy blast, dissolving it into green dust. She then grabbed Mama and the furry lady and ran into a room. I stayed there, like a good boy. I didn't want to hurt anyone anymore.
After a few seconds, she came back, and threw something at me. Instantly, I was caught in a big bubble. I didn't fight; I simply sat down and stared at the pretty lady. There was a grim expression on her face as she knelt down next to me.
"What is your name, young one?" Her voice was filled with sadness, mournful like the last blow of the winter wind, like the uttering moan of a corpse freshly killed.
I don't understand. I don't understand what I'm saying anymore.
"Kagato." The word escapes my lips easily. It's one of the few words I'm able to say. She nods and gets up to leave, closing the lab entrance behind me. I press my hands against the cold glass and roll slowly towards her. I don't want to be alone, she can't leave me alone. Getting her attention, she turns and raises an eyebrow.
"What is it, you monster?" Her brow furrows with disgust. It isn't her fault though; I doubt I made a good first impression.
I tap my chest, near my heart. "Mama?" I question.
Her features soften a bit. "Your mother? Where is she?"
I frown slightly. She doesn't quite get it yet. She thinks I'm a stray monster on a mindless massacre. I point at my hair, the gray tresses I inherited from Mama. "Mama."
"I know that," she replies irritably. "Tell me where she is and assume your true form. I know that no infant can knock out two adult females. C'mon, you demon, tell me!"
Shaking my head frantically, I push against the glass, startling her. She summons a strange device and presses something, which teleports both of us to an empty white room. Her emerald eyes focus on me once again. "There's no way you can escape. This is reinforced glass plate from Jurai, used to make the windows of the palace. It's impenetrable. You would save us both some time if you would just cut the crap and tell me who you are."
Jurai? For some reason, that word sends chills through my spine and makes me head throb with an ungodly agony. I wince and push the glass again. I need my Mama. She's the only one who can make this go away.
The pretty lady sneers awfully and presses a button on the device. Thousands of electrical sparks shoot through my body, coursing through my veins. I am enveloped in an odd numbness until the pain reaches my nerves and I scream. I scream until my lungs threaten to collapse, and no it will never end and it's not fair and I just want my Mama. Where's my Mama?
I can hear the lady's voice echoing through the torture. "All demons must confess some time...I can wait a thousand years. No one hurts my friends and gets away with it. No one. DO YOU HEAR ME??"
"You poor deluded fool..."
The demon is here. He's here. I'm so very tired and I hurt a lot. He can take over from here. I just hope he doesn't hurt her...
There's no guarantees, weakling...Don't hurt her. If you lay one hand on her, you'll be sorry!
And that hand will be yours. I am here now, and I always have been. I was born with you. There's no denying it. You are me, and I am you. Accept it and let me do this. You have no idea of what you could accomplish with your power, but I do. You're too weak. Too sentimental. Just sleep, and dream your weak little dreams. Soon it will all be over. You won't even feel a thing.
...Mama? Mama, help me...
There's no one who can help you now! YOU ARE MINE!!!
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"You poor deluded fool..."
"What...?" Washu's eyes widened to immense proportions as the infant smirked evilly, getting up from his previous throes of agony and casually batting the sparks away as though they were bothersome flies. His eyes narrowed, lined with an unearthly green sheen that wasn't present when she had first met him. The trench coat billowed around his tiny frame as he sighed exasperatingly, crossing his arms across his chest.
"I find you mildly amusing," he droned bemusedly. "To think that you could defeat me with a primitive toy like that? I think it goes without saying that electroshock containment spheres have a limited effect on me. Oh yes, you truly do amuse me."
Washu stood there, shocked, but quickly regained her composure with a small grin. "I see...so I was right. That innocent act you put on earlier was just a bunch of nonsense. Now who the hell are you and where did you come from?"
"Oooh, patience." The child (who was called Kagato, if she recalled correctly) waved a finger accusingly and clicked his tongue. "Surely introductions can wait until later. I have a more pressing matter to address."
"And what might that be?" Washu pocketed her remote and summoned her laptop, fingers poised over certain buttons that if pressed, could annihilate this sadistic pest.
Kagato eyed the holographic computer and smiled. "Cute technology. I'm sure it comes in handy when dealing with your idiotic comrades, but I'm afraid you're up against a more...how should I say...challenging foe." He beamed viciously, maiming a once happy expression. "You're lived your life swatting away the insignificant people: Mikamo, Mikumo, Yume, Clay, and dare I say it, Naja."
"How dare you!" Her face flashed a violent shade of crimson and furious fire burnt through her eyes, her tone laced with pure hatred. Fingers twitching violently, she wracked her brain for a response. "How did you come to know that? How do you know those people?"
"I know much more than you realize." Kagato leaned against the bubble nonchalantly, fingers clasped together in an omniscient fashion.
She drew cautiously closer to the demon-child until she was almost standing over him. "Tell me who you are, or I'll kill you."
"Kill me?" He feigned fear as a derisive laugh bellowed out of him, his mouth opened to a grotesque magnitude. "I'd like to see you try. Naja would be so sad, and I'm sure you don't want to make Naja sad, do you, Little Washu?"
Washu remained stoic, unperturbed, "And why would Naja mourn for you?"
"Hmmm....I don't know,: he chuckled sarcastically. "Could it be the fact that I'm her son?" He laughed heartily as Washu's face dropped, her jaw almost hitting the linoleum. "Ha ha ha...now I see I've gotten your attention."
"You...you are..." Her laptop flickered away as she slumped to the ground in disbelief. "How could this be?"
"Oh, it can be, Little Washu," he replied. "You see, I knew that I just needed to meet you when you started screaming at me." He pressed his face up against the glass, and if it weren't for the barrier between them, they would have been touching noses. "I can sense a power within you, and I want it."
She cringed and slunk away, her wary eyes scanning his expression. His emotionless face told nothing as he tapped the glass lackadaisically. It split into halves and he walked out, approaching the defenseless girl, who was slowly changing into her adult form. His hand rose up in front of her face as it glowed with pure energy, casting an eerie sheen on her pale face.
"You see, what I want, I get. You helped Naja to birth me from that creature MASU, and I am eternally grateful. But you shouldn't expect me to obey you just because of that. I have my own mind...or should I say, two minds. My rather bothersome childish side is hindering my progress, but I intend to change all that. I'm flawed, aren't I? I didn't turn out the way you or Naja wanted. Well, my dear Washu, let me tell you a little secret...there's only one perfect person in this room, and when I capture you and use your power, you'll pass your perfection onto me." He laughed again, a harsh, grating, mirthless noise. "This is utterly delightful. So much power! So much control! It's nirvana!"
Washu stared blankly into the baby's face, the face of death. She closed her eyes tightly. Despite being endowed with one of the brightest minds of the universe, she couldn't think of a logical answer or a way out of this mess. Any method she chose would have a dire consequence, and evading Kagato's attack probably wouldn't work.
Her soul cried inwardly. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. What could have caused this?
Kagato bellowed with laughter, and she could hear the ominous hum of energy being summoned as it stung her face. "Don't worry...this will hurt me more than it hurts you."
"Kagato!"
The hum of energy abruptly stopped as Washu opened her eyes and craned her neck in the direction of the voice. Naja stood in the doorway, her pale cheeks flushed with the telltale stain of haste. She was trembling violently, one of her hands grasping the doorframe as though she would fall to the ground without its support.
"Washu..." she exclaimed, her gaze now on Washu. "Washu, are you all right?"
She nodded dumbly, forgetting about the sadistic infant for just a second. However, her mind caught up to her, and her head spun to meet her attacker's face.
Kagato was on his knees now, tears streaming down his face like an endless waterfall, drenching the collar of his coat. His eyes held no sign of the evil spark that had taken residence in there previously; instead, they were wide and fearful, darting around the room nervously. The small child seemed to shrink into the folds of his oversized clothes, melting into the floor. Upon seeing Naja, he smiled weakly.
"Mama?"
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Damn it!! Damn it all to hell!
Mama! Mama is back and I am happy. The demon is fading away into darkness. I don't think he'll bother me for a while, but I'll keep a look out anyway.
Wretched woman...she foiled my plans. She needs to be eliminated somehow. She is too troublesome to keep around.
No! You won't hurt Mama!
Oh, I think I will. Your bonds with her need to be severed; she is making you weak, therefore making me weak. I can't afford to be held back because of your incessant loving. Loving is for the weak. Your mother is weak. And the weak need to be punished.
Go away! GO AWAY, AND DON'T COME BACK!!
I will come back, because I'm not leaving. I'm always here. Always.
I don't care. As long as I have Mama, I'll be fine. I love Mama, and Mama loves me. That's all that matters. As long as I am loved, you can't hurt me. No one can.
Mama!
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"Dear god..." Naja clutched her head gingerly and stumbled over towards Washu, beckoning to her crying child. He ran over thankfully (she was baffled at the fact that he could run right after being born; but then again, that's the power of the MASU) into her arms, sobbing in her robes. She stroked his hair tenderly and glanced at her friend in confusion, sitting down next to her. "What just happened?"
"That kid is evil!" Washu pointed angrily at Kagato, her finger wobbling in fear and fury. "He tried to kill me, and he dragged Yume and your unconscious body over to my lab. I don't know what he did, but it sure as hell wasn't child's play. He's dangerous and schizophrenic. He's a demon!"
At the mention of the word "demon", Kagato moaned pitifully, wailing not unlike the trespassing alarm that had gone off not long before. Naja shook her head slowly and patted him reassuringly on the back.
"You don't think I know there's something wrong? To create this much destruction in the few hours he's lived is astounding, not to mention freaky." She hugged her son closer to her body and pressed her cheek against the top of his head. "But I want to find out if he can still function properly. I won't give this chance up because of a couple mishaps. He's my offspring, even though he is a little strange."
Washu's jaw dropped for the second time in 10 minutes. "A couple mishaps? A little strange? That's an extremely gross understatement. He nearly killed you and Yume, and he was lecturing to me about taking over the freaking universe before you arrived. I think that qualifies for more than just "a little strange". That's full-blown psychotic, if you ask me."
"Don't forget Clay," Naja muttered.
The redheaded scientist ceased her rants as a bleak shadow flitted over her features, the previous event coming to mind. "Yes...what exactly happened to Clay, Naja?"
"I can't exactly say," Naja began slowly, almost cautiously. "I was talking to Yakage when he reminded me it was Startica. I realized I had forgotten to check on the regeneration tank, so I rushed over to your lab. By the time I had gotten there, he had already been born and was lying huddled on the floor. We watched the fireworks display through your lab window ---"
"Oooh, how did you like mine?" Washu interrupted, her eyes aglow and her hands clasped together in the hope of approval. Naja's face fell a bit as she tittered nervously, slightly annoyed at her friend for making light of a grave situation.
"Uh, it was very good. As usual." The eccentric headmaster responded with a triumphant grin and her traditional victory gesture, her two fingers in the shape of a "V". Naja coughed to get her attention and continued talking. "As I said, we watched your fireworks for a while, and he fell asleep. I was on my way to the dorm when Clay wished to talk with me --- you know, the usual bickering and harassment ---, so I stop and oblige him. Unfortunately, he finds out about the child in my arms and suddenly becomes defensive and afraid, interrogating me. I tell him it's none of his business, and he slaps me across the face, knocking me to the floor."
"What happened to.... to..." She sighed and pointed at Kagato, who had stopped crying and was now sitting peacefully in Naja's lap, staring intently at her. She shuddered and frowned at him, causing him to whimper. "What's his name again?"
"Kagato." Washu clicked her tongue in disapproval at her colleague's proud expression.
"Doesn't that mean 'I am a god'? Don't you think that's a little too conceited?" Naja shrugged as Washu sighed. "No wonder he's a megalomaniac at such a young age."
Naja ignored the insult and proceeded once again with her story. "Kagato rolled out of my arms, I believe. Clay stood over me, a GP pistol pointed at my face. He was threatening to kill him and then..." She narrowed her crimson eyes, wracking her brain for an answer. "I...I don't know what happened after that. The next thing I remember is placing Kagato on my bed. I don't know where Clay went or how Kagato and I evaded him and his weapon." She panicked and grabbed the collar of Washu's robes, shaking her violently. "Oh god, Washu! I don't know what happened!"
Washu pried Naja's fingers away from her clothes, gently slapping her face in order to calm her down. "Naja, just relax. Take a deep breath. Let's go over to the diagnosis center and talk to Yume and Clay. They'll fill in the blanks, and we'll also try to figure out what the hell happened in your dorm with you and Yume. Understand?"
She nodded slowly, accepting the offer of Washu's hand as she stood up. "What about Kagato?"
Her friend snorted in disgust and walked towards the exit. "Put him in your room or something. I can't let him run loose until we figure out what's going on." She caught a glance of Naja's despondent expression and sighed. "Don't worry. I promise I'll do everything in my power to let you keep him. It's not a guarantee, but I'll try."
"Thank you!" Naja breathed, releasing the tight grip she had on her son's hand, causing him to sigh contentedly and shove his tender hands into his pockets. "You find Clay and Yume. I'll meet up with you guys as soon as I drop Kagato off."
With a flourish of her robes, Naja and Kagato disintegrated into emerald wisps, a slight chill lingering in the air. Washu shook her head at her unorthodox use of energy and entered the diagnosis room via a subspace portal (which was much easier than old-fashioned teleportation, in her opinion). As she expected, Yume and Clay were both awake, sitting upright in their beds and staring at her.
"Good morning, sleepyheads!" she joked, plopping down next to her bedridden colleagues in her floating maroon cushion, spinning around a couple of times. "How was your beauty sleep?"
Yume groaned, clutching her head with her furry hands. "I feel like someone squeezed my head into an Erlenmeyer flask." The makeshift bandage (which was actually Washu's handkerchief) wrapped around her head was seeping crimson blots, staining her fingers.
Clay took note of Yume's wound and rubbed his own injury gingerly, letting the back of his hand run gently over his neck. "Don't tell me that demon child got hold of you too, Yume."
She nodded her head, wincing slightly at the pain that shot through her brain. "Holy Tsunami...what the hell was that thing in Naja's dorm?"
"Her son." Washu and Clay spoke in unison, turning quickly to glare at each other, interrogating the other with silent accusations.
The other scientist collapsed back onto her pillow, throwing the sheet over her body. "Sorry guys, I've no patience to put up with your bickering today. My head hurts like a bitch. If someone would just explain to me what's going on, I could go back to sleep and dream that this never happened." Her eyes lit up with anger and she shot up again, pointing at Washu. "And then I won't sue you for my head injury! SO 'FESS UP!!"
"Whoa, calm down." Washu stood up and tucked the reluctant Yume back in, changing her head bandages with a snap. "I'll tell you everything if you tell me what you know. Together, we can fit all the pieces of the puzzle together."
"One part of the puzzle is still missing," exclaimed Clay. "Where's Naja?"
Washu began to speak, but was interrupted by someone entering the diagnosis room. A concerned Yakage met their gazes, his appearance showing the signs of haste.
"Headmaster, professors..." He bowed, addressing them as though he were still a student. "May I ask why all of you are still here when classes start in 10 minutes?"
"Ten minutes?" Washu stared at her computer monitor, which clearly stated the time (7:50 AM) before her disbelieving eyes. She only now noticed the sunbeams peeking through her closed windows, the sound of morning birds tinkling through the room. With all that had been going on, she didn't realize how time flied past her. Her eyes sagged with her evident lack of sleep as she shook her head to clear it of her piling troubles.
"Hell with it." She waved her hand lazily as she looked at the confused young man. "Announce that today is an unofficial holiday. It's an order from the headmaster and head chairperson of the Academy: several classes are canceled today due to a meeting between myself and a few professors."
"Excuse me?"
"Don't question me! Just do it!"
Yakage stumbled back at the sheer force of his superior's voice. "I'm terribly sorry. I forgot my place. Which classes are canceled, ma'am?"
Washu's features softened at Yakage's polite demeanor. "My class: Biological Life and Discoveries 101."
"My Robotics Life class is also canceled." Clay spoke up.
"Count my Energy Use and Storage seminar in!" Yume peered out from under her covers, raising a tiny hand.
"I suppose you might want to add today's ancient artifacts tutorial in, as well as the Philosophy discussion group this evening. I have some pressing matters to attend." All four professors turned in the direction of the calm voice. They were greeted with the serene face of Naja, who swept in silently into a nearby office chair. She adjusted her pince-nez and closed her eyes. "It's nice to see you again, Yakage."
All of them tried to ignore the wintry breeze that seemed to blow through the lab as they rubbed their skin inconspicuously. Yakage bowed again, acknowledging the eerie presence of his favorite teacher. "I return that salutation a hundredfold, Professor Akara."
Her eyes opened slightly as she stood up and took his hand. "If I could return the greeting back again, I would." She leaned in closer, as if to embrace him, but her lips brushed the shell of his ear, murmuring with a frigid breath. "I want to see you in my dorm tonight. Don't tell anyone." She released him and smiled benignly. "Good-bye, Professor."
The visibly shaken Yakage muttered his farewells and left the room hurriedly, almost slamming the door behind him. Naja sat back down and motioned to her colleagues to resume talking. "I'm sorry I've inconvenienced you by forcing you to cancel your classes. I --- "
"Don't worry about it." Washu cut her off, waving her hand again in dismissal. "We need to figure this out. This is a bigger threat than missing a few classes."
Naja nodded. "What do you want to do?"
"I'm opting to just kill the kid," Clay droned, much to Naja's dismay and infuriation. "He's too dangerous to fix or solve or even tinker with. He'll put the Academy in jeopardy. They'll think we're housing some sort of humanoid weapon."
Yume spoke up, beginning to rise up from her bed. "First we should figure out what's making him tick. Then we'll eliminate him. We'll make sure something like this never happens again."
"Absolutely not!" Naja interjected, her pale face flushing. "I demand that my child be given at least a fighting chance! Find out what's wrong with him, and then try to either fix it or deal with it. Simply destroying him is inhumane. He is living, a human being."
"You call that monster a human being? I beg to differ." Clay snorted.
"That monster is my son. He carries my DNA and is my only chance for happiness."
"Hey," Yume chuckled. "It's not my fault you can't get a man."
"That is enough!" Washu bellowed, breaking up the fight that was about to break about between the tittering Yume and her best friend, who's rage was causing some of her lab's energy monitors to go haywire. "I will try not to be biased in this decision, but this is all I can come up with: this child has obviously caused some damage. However, we've only seen a glimpse of what he can do. This may be only a simple malfunction. If we are unable to specify the cause behind his actions, then we cannot eliminate him. Is that clear?"
They nodded, and Washu continued speaking. "If we don't know what we're dealing with, it'd be rash to just kill it. The only way I will condone the eradication of Kagato is if his error is unfixable."
"What if he lashes out at us again?" Yume sniffed.
"Then he will be contained and examined." Washu stated matter-of-factly, leaning her elbow against her control panel.
"Seems fair enough." Yume fell back onto the bed, her pillow propped up against the headrest. "But I don't know if I have the tolerance. If he hits me one more time, I swear that I will shove my foot up his baby ass."
Clay burst into fits of hearty laughter as Naja bowed her head in thanks. "I'm extremely grateful," she whispered to Washu. The redheaded woman winked at her, as if to say, "What are friends for?"
Clay stopped laughing and wiped his teary eyes. "Ha ha...well, what do you think is going on?"
"Why don't you tell us what happened to you?" Washu asked.
He furrowed his brow and leaned against his cushion. "I was questioning Naja outside her dorm when I spotted her child. Kagato, I believe you said his name was...anyway, Naja insulted me and I lost my temper."
"So you whipped out a Galaxy Police pistol?" Naja interrupted, her scarlet eyes flashing.
"You don't understand!" Clay began frantically. "It wasn't just the insult. There's something about that kid that spooked me. Something told me that it wasn't right and that I was in danger. I acted rather rashly, but that's nothing compared to what you did to me next!"
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what I did next!" exclaimed Naja, raising her voice. "I can't remember a goddamn thing!"
"You choked me!" Clay bellowed, his face turning as red as his robes. "You choked me and said I needed to be eliminated. Your eyes had this freakish green hue and the entire room started to grow unbearably cold. You let me go and then..."
"And then?"
"And then you went back in your dorm before you strangled me to death." He shivered uncontrollably. "And Kagato...he just kept staring and pointing at me from the darkness.... there's this evil vibe around him that I can't explain. His eyes are malicious and filled with spite, his entire presence boasts malevolence." Pounding his fist on the mattress, he yelled, "THAT KID IS NOT HUMAN!"
"That's all?" Naja muttered. "Dear god...how dare you blame your ludicrous phobias on my son! You're just a paranoid fool!"
"You don't understand! He just kept staring and staring and---"
"All right, break it up." Washu sighed and rubbed her temples, her thinking slowly fogging up with fatigue. "Yume, can you explain what happened to you?"
"I can top Clay's story easily," the sprite-like professor beamed. "As you ordered, I made my way to Naja's dorm. I entered, and it was completely dark, the only light being in Naja's bedroom. Naturally, I believed something was wrong, and went in. I saw that boy jumping on the bed, laughing heartily. It wasn't an infant's coo either; this was a full-fledged chuckle. I glanced over to Naja, who was lying on the floor in an unnatural position, like she had gone mad and had sent her limbs akimbo. I was frightened and began to scream, when the baby turned to me and..."
"Continue." Washu listened intently, typing a few notes on her laptop.
"He said, 'All the weak shall perish.'" Yume shuddered and hid back under her sheets. "Then he shot an energy bolt at me."
Washu nodded and turned to Naja, who had wrapped her arms around her frame, her long gray hair hiding her face. "Naja, why were you on the floor?"
Naja looked up for a minute, her shadowy expression hiding inner turmoil. Her lips convulsed slightly as she tried to speak. "I slipped and hit my head on the shelf. That's all."
Washu raised an eyebrow as she took in what Naja said. She could tell when her friend was lying, but she would let it slip this time, mostly because of Naja's pitiful appearance. "Well, then it is settled. I've figured out what we're going to do with Kagato."
"What?" The three asked in unison, hopeful for different reasons.
"Although Kagato is gifted with extraordinary powers and superhuman intelligence, I cannot kill him. He needs to learn how to control it. The MASU must have given him an overdose of power. Because of that, he does not know how to use it or what to use it for. He does not have enough teaching, so he does the only thing he knows how to do with that much power: destroy. Once Naja sets some examples for him, he will be fine." Washu giggled and hopped off her cushion. "Plus, the experiment was a success!"
Yume and Clay gawked at her while Naja fought back tears of joy. She winked at all of them and yawned. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some sleeping to do."
Washu strode out quickly, closing the door behind her. She used a subspace portal to enter her bedroom and fell on the bed, almost drowning herself in the numerous sheets.
What if everything Clay and Yume said were true? What if this wasn't just a delusion or paranoid rambling? What if it was Naja who was delusional? Could she really trust her?
The morning light danced over her face, illuminating her worried eyes. She could only hope she wouldn't regret it, but she couldn't bear to take away her friend's happiness. But still, it didn't seem right, nor did it seem wrong. For the first time in her life, Washu was utterly confused. Even the issue with Mikamo didn't seem as puzzling as this one.
"I can sense a power within you, and I want it..."
She shook her head, trying to get the voice out of her mind. Her eyelids sagged as she fell into a world of blackness, sinking into the void of slumber. Only one thought remained in her mind as she drifted away.
Did I do the right thing?
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Sorry I haven't been updating. School is kicking up. This chapter was supposed to be longer, but I'm continuing it in Chapter 5, since I know I should get this posted. And yes, don't worry; I won't spend much more time with Kagato as an infant. He'll grow soon.
Oh, my apologies: HappyCabbit24 has pointed out that Naoko Hasegawa was NOT the one who wrote the Shin Tenchi Novels. It was Masaki Kajishima and his crew. I always get mixed up, because Naoko wrote a novel featuring Kagato's son in it, so yeah...
So again, much sorries. I hope you review. It helps a lot, motivation-wise. You will make baby Kagato cry if you do not review.
Just kidding. Thanks for reading!
Devoted to your ficcy happiness,
HelloSir