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Concubine Chronicles

By: bsmart

Disclaimer:
Why the hell am I writing this? Nobody reads them and they have no legal
weight. It�s a complete waste of time and bandwidth and yet I�m still typing.
If you�re under the legal age where ever you are don�t read this, but since
you�re going to anyways at least don�t let your mommy catch you. This fic is
very much NC-17.

Note: This
is a sort of manga/OVA fic. If you�ve only seen the show then you might be a
little lost.

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Chapter 3: Watersports

Tenchi tried to compose
himself before he headed down to breakfast, at first it had been hard to face
the girls after masturbating furiously to their likeness in his head,
especially after some of the scenarios that his subconscious had come up with.
This morning he couldn't manage to pull himself together though, he knew he
would have to face them all and tell them how he felt, and soon, but how do you
do that and try to tell them it's not because he's a pervert, especially after
this morning?

The constant image of the
four adult female members of the household standing in the kitchen in one big
half dressed pile of delicious flesh kept derailing his attempts at composure.
His previous favorite mental image of all of them had been the last time he'd
caught a glimpse of them all in the bath together, but he knew he had a new
favorite now.

In a final act of
desperation Tenchi stopped pacing in the middle of his room and began to go
through a breathing exercise his grandfr har had taught him so that he could
center himself. As much as it bothered him to admit it the old man's techniques
worked, the constant beatings he received at the elder Masaki's should have
been enough to point that out. As he put his loss of self control into context,
'rationalizing beating off to the girls' he subconscious teased, he was able to
once again put his feelings into the little box he always kept them stuffed
inside and headed down for breakfast.

***************

Washu slipped out of her lab
and headed for the kitchen, instead of changing back in to her more normal
adolescent body she'd decided to stay keep her adult one for the time being.
'Some things are just more fun this way,' she thought with a grin. Her smaller
body let her stay more focused on her work but sometimes she preferred the
distractions. 'Like this morning, I just wish Tenchi would hurry up,' she
thought. Tenchi's rapid departure had left everyone a little surprised though
unlike the rest of the females in the house she understood why.

'Tenchi, if you don't hurry
up and figure it out I swear,' Washu thought. Tenchi was a bright boy; her
constant testing confirmed that over and over, in addition to other interesting
things, so his inability to act on the current situation frustrated her. When
t was was an obvious threat to the things he cared about he was capable of
action but when there was no immediate threat, 'He turns into a Siracyn
jellybloom.' But she had her suspicions about why Mihoshi's orders had been
changed all of a sudden; she'd just have to check her records later to see
ha
had gone on last night.

Just before she turned the
corner she saw Ryoko and Ayeka staring at somebody near the still unseen stove
and given the looks in their eyes whoever it might be she doubted it was
Sasami. When she got into the kitchen she wasn't the least bit surprised to
find Mihoshi at the stove talking to Sasami and while she had changed her
clothes Mihoshi still wasn't wearmuchmuch more than she had been half an hour
earlier.

Washu was pleasantly
surprised to find her mouth going dry as Mihoshi rocked back and forth on her
feet alternately tensing and relaxing every muscle in her long legs and Washu
congratulated herself on deciding to stay big this morning. The greatest
scientist in the universe's attention drifted northward from the long tanned
appendages and locked onto Mihoshi's delicious little rump. Unlike her own body
which was much like her daughters', long and lean but with plenty of padding
where it counted, or Ayeka's which Washu thought was still a little scrawny,
though she knew that Juraians took a little longer to flesh out than most
species, Mihoshi was all curves. Her entire body was smooth with nary a sharp
crease or protruding bone, everything blended together wonderfully. Washu felt
a pang of jealously mixed in with her appreciation as she stared at Mihoshi's
bottom, at the mall Washu had thought that the cut off jean shorts would cover
plenty but it was obvious that she had underestimated Mihoshi, the lower curve
of the detectives butt was obviously protruding just slightly from the bottom
of the shorts and as Mihoshi turned a bit Washu could have sworn she saw a
flash of pink ruffles.

Mihoshi's turn made it so
that she was standing silhouetted to her and face on to Ryoko and Ayeka who
made valiant attempts to try and look Mihoshi in the face as she chatted with
them happily. Mihoshi's choice of a shirt had seemed similarly acceptable at
the mall but just like her shorts once it was actually on her frame it went
from acceptable to wear around the house to titillating and nearly indecent
once it was on her. The little red and white top was skin tight on the
detective and barely made it all the way down her expansive chest to snug up
around her just below her beautiful breasts. To top it off Mihoshi had her hair
up in its usual pony tail with a red ribbon holding it in place.

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Washu finally tore her eyes
away when the thought, 'She looks good enough to eat,' had popped into her
mind. As much as Mihoshi drove her to distraction on a regular basis Washu
could certainly appreciate her charms. Unlike what she suspected the other
girls to believe she was fairly certain that if Tenchi caught her ogling one of
the other girls he wouldn't throw her out, but the rest of the girls only had the
soap operas they watched as a cultural reference for this planet. 'Maybe I
should get them to read some of Noboyuki's manga,' she thought before
remembering a certain part of the elder Masaki's stash, 'then again maybe not
but some of it wouldn't really faze Ayeka.' She was tempted to just set the
girls down and explain it all out to them in black and white but she figured
that this was Tenchi's show. 'And besides,' she thought as she watched Ayeka
and Ryoko trying to sneak peeks at Mihoshi and each other while the other
wasn't looking, 'this is sort of fun.'

As always Ayeka and Ryoko
were sitting with a single space between them for Tenchi and across from them
were Sasami and Mihoshi's spots. Washu took her place at one end of the table
and relaxed. Sasami started to bring things to the table with Mihoshi's help
and half way through Tenchi made his reappearance.

As soon as he entered the
kitchen Tenchi realized that at some point in his life he had pissed off Fate
royally. Every single one of the girls was dressed to kill. Mihoshi's skin
tight cut off t-shirt andrts rts were every bit as eye catching as Ryoko's
midriff baring red, yellow and black dress, Ayeka had apparently heard his
thoughts the night before and had forgone putting her hair up on putting on her
outer kimono, she had still applied make up but it didn't look like much, and
even though Washu was wearing her usual outfit she was in her adult body which
filled out her regularly baggy khakis and t-shirt very nicely. As always his
only calm in the storm of feminine charm was Sasami who was busily putting food
on the table while Ryo-ohki darted around her feet.

"Perhaps we should sit
down," a calm thoughtful voice said right behind Tenchi.

Yosho smiled as his grandson
jumped at his voice. He thought he probably should berate Tenchi for his lapse
in concentration but when he saw everyone in the kitchen he felt some sympathy
for the boy and let it slide.

Katsuhito's sudden
appearance behind didn't surprise Tenchi, his grandfather was able to move as
quietly as he pleased whenever he wanted but the expected verbal thrashing for
letting his guard down never materialized. The old man simply took his place at
the end of the table and Tenchi soon followed, squeezing in between Ayeka and
Ryoko who were both sitting closer to him than normal.

Sasami and Mihoshi got the
conversation rolling, and Washu and his grandfather soon chimed in but Tenchi
noticed that Ayeka and Ryoko were both nearly silent, only occasionally chiming
in with disinterested comments and both were looking at Mihoshi when they
thought no one was looking. In his chest Tenchi's heart crumbled, not only did
Ayeka think he'd chosen but somehow Ryoko had found out. He began to wonder how
long it would be before Washu knew what was going on but before he could finish
the thought he saw Washu peering at him intently. He couldn't decipher what she
wanted but he had a suspicion that his next trip to the lab might not end in
something as frustratingly pleasant as another of gui guileless attempts to
extract a "sample". He felt the long pillow that everyone on his side
of the table sat on start to move beneath him. Ryoko and Ayeka were both
fidgeting and Tenchi wondered how much longer it would be before either of them
exploded.

Washu grinned as she watched
her daughter and Ayeka squirm on their seats, it was a wonder that neither of
them had caved in the last eighteen human months and many days she just wished
they would. Both of them were so tense that the only relief from their
frustration was their verbal sparing and occasional fights, she suspected that
today would be one of those days.

A light giggle on Mihoshi's
part at something Katsuhito had said drew Tenchi's attention back to her. The
giggle quickly turned into a laugh and then in the midst of it she snorted. In
a rare bought of self-consciousness Mihoshi's hand shot up to cover her mouth
and nose as she looked startled by the sound she'd made, but quickly the
giggles returned and Sasami joined her as did Katsuhito and Washu.

"I believe I am
finished," Ayeka declared as she stood up.

"Yeah, me too,"
Ryoko added.

"Awww, don't go!"
Si sai said.

"I have things I have
to do Sasami," Ayeka said.

"Same," Ryoko
mumbled.

"I'm gonna take a bath
later," Mihoshi said happily, "do you wanna join me?"

Ryoko and Ayeka looked at
each other before Ryoko said, "Yeah, we're game."

Tenchi grimaced slightly at
the tone in Ryoko's voice. Normally she seemed to enjoy relaxing in the bath
but there had been none of the usual happy anticipation in her voice this time.
He didn't think he had much time.

******************

Ayeka didn't know how much
more she could take, she'd had to sit through breakfast trying to act like
nothing had happened, and to top it off that blonde ditz had come dressed like
that! 'She just sat there, acting all innocent dressed like some common tramp
and she doesn't even know she's already won!'

'No, she hasn't won,' the
more reasonable side of her psyche responded.

'Of course she's won! Ysaw saw how he came in here and pleaded for me to help her stay.'

She had no real answer to
that. In all the time they'd spent at the Masaki house Tenchi had never really
gotten close to any of them, treating them like some strange combination of
sisters and renters. Now he'd actually come to her begging for one of them to
stay, how else could you explain it.

"He just...he
won't." Her declaration sounded hollow in her ears. "Why did I agree
to take a bath with her?"

*********************

Ryoko settled to the floor
outside the door to the onsen. Technically the onsen wasn't even connected to
the house, it was in a dock based glass done hovering thirty meters off the
ground a half kilometer from the house but Washu had connected the two through
the bathroom door courtesy of one of her dimensional rifts. Ryoko was
particularly thankful for the fact that the door only worked for the girls and
Tenchi, Noboyuki had to make due with the regular bathroom and Katsuhito, well
she supposed the old man took his baths up at the shrine or maybe in some ice cold
spring up on the mountain. If he did it wouldn't surprise her, the old loon was
seriously out of whack.

Walking through the door was
as uneventful as the act would be with any other door and Ryoko almost tripped
over Mihoshi's clothes as she walked in. The changing area was beside the door
but somehow Mihoshi had managed to toss her clothes right in front of the door.
She kicked the clothes back into the changing area but not before noticing the
pink ruffled panties that were wadded up in the jean shorts, the same one's
she'd been wearing that morning.

With a thought Ryoko's own
clothes vanished into the ether leaving her naked for the bath. Mihoshi had
apparently already done all the bathing she intended to do as her bucket of
jumbled up bathing supplies had been put back in place with the rest of the
group's and she was lounging in the largest of the hot pools under one of the
trees, a tray of small sake bottles and saucers floating beside her bronzed
body. When she saw Ryoko approaching Mihoshi's face lit up and she jumped up
waving excitedly at Ryoko.

Ayeka managed to walk into
the onsen just as Ryoko spotted Mihoshi and the sight of the bubbly blonde
happily waving at Ryoko and asking her to come sit with her destroyed most the
spiteful thoughts that were in Ayeka's mind. Whether she liked it or not
Mihoshi had never done anything to anybody except try very hard to be their
friend. 'That's probably why Tenchi chose her,' Ayeka thought, 'she might not
dress the part of a proper wife, or even act like much of one but her heart's
in rig right place. She never started a fight with anyone, she never pressured
him, and she was always there for anyone who needed her.' She supposed that
Tenchi would have to teach Mihoshi how to act like a proper Japanese wife but
given how loving and patient that he was and how eager to please she was Ayeka
doubted it would take long. 'Now the only thing to do is make the best of it
and hope that Mihoshi does the right thing.'

Mihoshi was thrilled to see
that her best friends, well two of them, had decided to join her. She had
noticed them both acting funny and quiet at breakfast and she hoped that a nice
dip in a hot bath and some sake would improve their moods, and if all else
failed she could suggest some sunbathing or maybe a nap, they had things too
good to stay sad.

Like her daughter, 'Well
daughters,' she corrected herself as she remembered Minagi, Washu didn't really
need to take a bath, where as her progeny simply absorbed any foreign materials
on their bodies she had a bunch of nanites that took care of cleaning her.
After one particularly long weekend, 'Month and a half,' she had found that
nobody would stay around her long enough to praise her newest invention because
of the somewhat foul funk she had developed over the course of many many all
nighters. She had immediately developed a nanite that would help keep her clean
so that she could avoid a reoccurrence. 'I wonder if that one is still even
active,' she wondered. Most likely it wasn't but his successors were and they
still did their jobs, but it was nice to take a regular bath sometimes, or a
soak in the hot pool.

Mihoshi had been in the
middle of welcoming Ayeka when she spotted a still adult Washu sliding into the
water at the other end of the pool and swimming over to them. She liked that
Washu was staying big now, it made her feel a little less funny about letting
Washu drink the sake they had and not so weird about other things.

Just like always the water
was warm and relaxing and the sake flowed freely but none of the usual light
conversation was happening. Mihoshi and Washu of all people were talking a
great deal, not about anything of any real consequence, just about Ryo-ohki and
Sasami and TV but, but Ryoko wasn't as expressive as she usually was and Ayeka
was almost silent. Ayeka would occasionally offer up a comment about Sasami and
Ryoko would do the same in regards to Ryo-ohki but neither of them were paying
the conversation much mind.

Washu wasn't finding it as
fun to watch Ryoko and Ayeka try to surreptitiously steal glances at each other
and Mihoshi as she had that morning. She was certain that her daughter was
still fairly oblivious about what had actually happened in regards to Mihoshi's
transfer but it was only a matter of time before Ayeka spilled it. The
surveillance footage of Ayeka's room, which was strictly for scientific
research, had cued Washu in on what had transpired last night in Ayeka's room
and the First Crown Princess was not taking it well. For a moment Washu had
taken it just as badly, but then she'd run her personality models again to
reassure herself of what she felt in her heart with hard science. The consensus
of the models was that Tenchi would wind up falling for all the girls and so
far his actions seemed to play that out, albeit in a very strange way. A few of
the models suggested that he would pick just one or two of the girls, usually
Mihoshi or Ayeka and Ryoko, she was actually quite annoyed that her models
didn't rank her higher but she did rank higher than Sasami. She was pretty sure
that she had been a little tipsy and a lot hard up when she had programmed the
model that had picked Sasami but a little randomness was a good thing.

Washu doubted that she would
have been quite so objective if Tenchi had come to her with the same request so
she understood Ayeka's feelings but it was only a matter of time before
something bad happened unless somebody set things straight with Ayeka. 'At
least she hasn't blown up the house.'

Ryoko was another matter; her
daughter had started to talk to Mihoshi more, finally realizing that if she
talked to her she could look at her without being sneaky about it. She still
sometimes wondered if she should have re-established the inhibitors in Ryoko's
programming so that she could have gotten used to her body the way she was
supposed to have. What was done was done however and Ryoko seemed to have
finally learned how to deal with it all about six months ago, unfortunately
things had actually gotten worse. Whyokoyoko finally got adjusted to herself
she had to deal with the reality of her situation, and the fact that in her
mind she couldn't do anything about it.

Washu kept track of many
things, one of them being the frequency and nature of her daughter's fights
with Ayeka. When she had first arrived at the house Ryoko and Ayeka had fought
constantly peaking approximately six earth months after they had arrive, Washu
classified that as the "confusion" time, Ryoko didn't know why Ayeka
got under her skin but she did, so her daughter had done what any person of her
then maturity level would have done, she harassed her. From six months to a
year there had been a long decline in the frequency and severity of their
fights, Ryoko was growing up but now Washu figured that they were more of a
defense mechanism than anything. Unfortunately the two were starting to bicker
more and more and now it was an expression of frustration, and it wasn't just
them who were arguing. She found herself starting to react worse to Mihoshi's
occasional clumsiness and even Sasami was getting a little snippy from time to
time. The entire house was a quantum implosion charge of repressed emotion and
she was afraid that the GP had finally started the timer.

The sake was starting to get
to her. Ayeka knew this perfectly well and she still refilled her saucer from
one of the bottles on the floating tray, she could always get rid of the buzz
when she got back to her room but for the moment she welcomed the emotional
dulling the rice wine provided. It was also having an undesired side effect;
she wasn't looking at Mihoshi with nearly as much sorrow as before. 'Stop it,'
she mentally chastised herself, 'Proper, you have to act like a proper lady for
Tenchi.' In many cases what was considered proper in Juraian society and what
was proper in Japanese society meshed nicely, but sometimes, very frustrating
times, it didn't. Tenchi was a very traditional young man in a very traditional
home, if you ignored Noboyuki so Ayeka was striving to be a very traditional
proper Japanese girl for Tenchi. 'If only he were a little more like his
father, a very little,' she thought, 'this would be easier.' But he wasn't, so
now her hopes depended on Mihoshi, maybe after Mihoshi had had some time with
him, maybe she could try and talk to her husband, Ayeka mentally recoiled at
the thought but pressed on, maybe then. She watched Mihoshi laughing at
something Washu had said and for a split second she almost gave in. 'No! I will
not do that, I will not ruin her chances with Tenchi and I will not do that!'
On Jurai it wouldn't have mattered, but here in Tenchi's house she knew it
would. 'If I was lucky he would only throw me out,' the idea of ruining
Mihoshi's opportunity didn't appeal to her, no matter how much she wanted to
from time to time she couldn't wish the girl any ill will. And at the worst
time possible she ran out of sake.

Whether she wanted to or not
Ryoko started to laugh at the joke her mother, 'Washu, WASHU!' had made about how much Ryo-ohki loved
carrots. Right along with Washu and Mihoshi she started to crack up, which made
it all the more obvious that Ayeka wasn't laughing. The first Crown Princess of
Jurai was instead fumbling with the bottles on the floating sake tray obviously
looking for one that wasn't empty and not finding one. Mihoshi noticed Ayeka's
distraction too and decided to help. Still giggling Mihoshi got up off the
ledge she was sitting on and walked across the waist deep pool to where Ayeka
was sitting. Ryoko sat and stared as Mihoshi moved across the hot pool, water
streaming down over her copper colored skin highlighting and framing every
curve and dimple. There wasn't a single tan line on the GP detective's entire
body and the only deviation from that single perfect color were the hardened
pink buds of her nipples that sat up high and proud on the bounty that was
Mihoshi's cleavage.

"Let me help you with
that," Mihoshi said between angelic giggles. She unabashedly leaned right
over Ayeka and rummaged around inside a box that was directly behind the
princess. Ryoko watched was Ayeka's nose came within a centimeter of being
pressed right into the cleft between Mihoshi's breasts, and she desperately
wanted to trade places with the princess.

Washu smiled when she saw
her daughters tongue just barely peek out from between her lips as she stared
at the sight of Mihoshi standing right over Ayeka. She felt a momentary pang of
jealously towards but also wondered what was taking Mihoshi so long as she had
already heard the clinking of ceramic on ceramic several times.

Mihoshi had really just been
trying to help Ayeka find another bottle or two of sake when she had first come
over but the first time she felt Ayeka's hot moist breath play over the valley
between her breasts she took her sweet time finding them, then ignoring them
and looking for them where they weren't. The second time Ayeka exhaled over her
already heated flesh Mihoshi wanted to moan, but she couldn't, so she did the
next best thing, she laughed.

Ayeka had been transfixed by
the sight of Mihoshi coming towards her and when she'd leaned over her she'd
been terrified. The amount of sake she'd had to drink so far had been enough to
start to cloud her judgment and now the only thing she could see were two
perfectly shaped mounds of tan flesh and the little pink buds that crowned them,
and when Mihoshi had leaned over a bit more she thought she felt one of the
nipples brush lightly against her cheek and she sighed. To her undoing she saw
the already taut bud harden more and Mihoshi took a big breath in bringing
herself closer to Ayeka, emboldened by alcohol and eighteen months or torture
Ayeka sighed again and Mihoshi laughed momentarily smothering Ayeka in the two
softest pillows the Princess had ever felt.

"That tickles,"
Mihoshi said softly but she made no attempt to move, if anything Ayeka thought
she leaned in even closer.

The fact that Washu and
Ryoko were still in pool not three meters away didn't matter to Ayeka as she
patently ignored her own conscience and parted her lips. 'Temptation is so much
easier to resist when it's not right in your face,' she thought as she started
to bring her mouth closer to the peak of Mihoshi's breast.

"So what's everyone up
to?" Sasami asked innocently as she walked into the onsen.

"Sasami?" Ryoko
said as the princess' childlike voice cut through the haze in mindmind.

"Sasami?" Ayeka
asked. "Sasami!" Ayeka tried to stand up but with Mihoshi standing
right over her it wasn't possible, she just bumped her head into Mihoshi's
sternum.

"IIEEEEEEE!"
Mihoshi squealed as she fell over backwards into the pool, the two sake bottles
that had been in her hand flying out of it but still managing to land on the
floating tray in front of Ayeka.

"Oh nothing, just
talking," Washu said. She didn't know whether to thank the little Juraian
or curse at her, at the moment both seemed like good alternatives.

"In fact I think I'm
done," Ryoko said before climbing out of the pool and hustling out of the
onsen, her clothes materializing on her just before she hit the door.

"Me too," Ayeka
said as she quickly followed.

"What's up with
them?" Sasami asked as she slid into the pool. On the other side Mihoshi
emerged from the water and tried to do something about her now soaked hair.

"Oh nothing, I guess
they just didn't want to prune," Washu offered.

"But they hadn't been
in here that long..."

********************

Tenchi drove the hoe back
into the dirt, breaking it up and mixing it. To some working in the carrot
fields might have been pure torture, working all day in a field of mutant
vegetables in order to feed a single rodent, to him it was peaceful, calming,
and even enjoyable. The insanity of his task was never far from his mind
though, even with Washu's special fertilizer making the carrots mature in only
a month, weather be damned, it still took nearly four acres of carrot fields to
keep Ryo-ohki full. They could have kept a couple of cows or even a pair of
horses on that much land but it was all for Sasami's pet, if that was even the
appropriate thing to call Ryo-ohki.

Washu had put a barrier
around the fields, one that was supposed to keep the little bugger out but
Tenchi still found her in the middle of a couple of meters of de-carroted
ground once a week or so. Washu couldn't figure out how Ryo-ohki was doing it
and Tenchi had yet to see her do it but she was managing it somehow. Her
ability to transform herself into what looked like a cross between a brown baby
lion and a six year old girl didn't really help things, at those times he
really did think of her as a little girl and she was staying in that form more
and more lately.

Tenchi normally enjoyed his
labor, it was goodest est work and since the sudden involuntary relocation of
his house it was all he really had to do. Tenchi had finished his junior year
of high school like normal, as normal as could be after half the school had
been blown up or burned down, though with difficulty but at the start of his
Senior year his new hour and a half commute had changed things. With no
alternate schools nearby and his father needing the car for his job in Tokyo Tenchi
had had to start home schooling. Technically his grandfather had taught him but
really Tenchi had done it on his own. He'd managed to finish up his Senior year
of high school in eight weeks and pass all his tests with flying colors, which
left him a lot of free time between then and the college entrance exams which
were coming up in another two months.

So the fields were where he
passed the time, it was either that or spend all day at the shrine, and he came
home a lot less bruised and battered from the fields. The only downside was
that it left him with a lot of time to think, too much time today.

'Ayeka's taking this all
wrong,' he thought. 'She thinks I love Mihoshi...well only Mihoshi.' Ayeka's
downcast face at breakfast had been dominating his thoughts all morning. He
figured it was only a matter of time before she decided to leave, he doubted
that she would explode, she was far too composed for something like that, no,
one morning she would simply declare that she was leaving and would go. He also
wondered how much longer it would be before Ryoko or Washu found out. 'I have
to do this, soon. No, not soon, today. I don't have any more time to wait.'

The hoe fell one more time
and was still. The prospect of what he was about to do terrified Tenchi, what
he had to do was more frightening than facing either Kagato or Clay. 'The only
thing they could do was kill me,' he mused. But just like those times his
pseudo-family was in danger which meant he had no choice, he had to do it, he
would do it. He knew that at the end of the day everything could turn out
alright, maybe even better than he could ever hope and it was likely at least
one of the girls would still be here tomorrow, maybe even most of them, but
then again, 'Could I stand it if any of them left? Even one of them? And what
happens if they all leave, what if they all decide that they can't stand each
other enough to stay here, what if they just think I'm some kind of primitive
Earth pervert,' he wondered.

Pushing all those thoughts
aside Tenchi headed bao tho the house. He knew that what he was about to do was
going to change his life, permanently, whether for good or ill he didn't know
but in an hour everything would change. He decided that this was too big to
confront smelling like wet dog so he immediately headed for the bathroom and
took a remarkably uninterrupted shower. His choice of clothes reflected his
desire to try to be honest with the girls, 'Just Tenchi,' he thought, nothing
flashy or showy, just a simple blue t-shirt and some light cotton pants. His
hair was soon tamed and back in the miniature ponytail he preferred it in and a
check in the mirror confirmed that he was as ready physically as he'd ever be.

Now he just had to round up
the girls. The Masaki house wasn't that large and like all sentients the girls
were creatures of habit, Sasami was easy to find as she was in the kitchen
starting to prepare lunch. He'd planted a small garden, just ten by five
meters, for her but thanks to Washu's fertilizer that little garden kept the family
in vegetable year round and Sasami seemed to genuinely enjoy picking the fresh
vegetables just before each meal.

"Sasami?"

"Yes Tenchi?" she
said with a large knife in her hand.

"Do you think you could
hold up for a minute, I need to talk to everyone in the living room."

"Oh! Of course
Tenchi!" The knife and her apron were soon discarded and Sasami headed for
the living room with Ryo-ohki bounding along behind her.

Washu was of course in her
lab and fearing another steel tentacle attack Tenchi just called from the door
way, "Washu can you come up? I need to talk to everyone!"

Normally Washu ignored most
summonses when she was in her lab, making the helpless person who wanted to
talk to her come into her lab but given the actions in the house lately Washu
wasn't going to play any games and she soon emerged, full sized.

The self assured leer that
normally adorned Washu's face when she talked to him even when she was little,
like now, was gone and replaced with a genuine interest.

"Yes Tenchi?"

"I just need to talk to
everyone in the living room ok?"

Washu nodded and joined
Sasami on the couch, which got Ryoko's attention.

"What's this about
talking to everyone?" she asked as she floated down from her rafter.

Ryoko was still in the same
midriff baring chest hugging dress she'd been in that morning and Ryoko seemed
to purposely try to hover so she'd have to lean way over to look at him and
also give him a peek down her shirt.

:p>

Tenchi was well accustomed
to avoiding the regular visual temptations offered up by his multi-hued suitors
and with the gravity of what was confronting him Ryoko's flirting rolled right
off him.

"I just need to talk to
everyone is all," he said trying to pass it off a no big thing.

"Alright."

Mihoshi and Ayeka were a
little more difficult to find but when he did they were already together, on
the back upper deck, sunbathing.

Tenchi was momentarily
thrown when he opened the door and saw both Ayeka and Mihoshi sunbathing
together and by their choices of suits. 'Does every skimpy thing she own have
ruffles on it,' Tenchi wondered as he stared atir bir backs. Both were face
down on their lounge chairs and couldn't see him. Ayeka's purple suit was the
smallest thing he'd ever seen her in and to his surprise it had been unhooked in
the back. "Er...I uh."

"Tenchi!" Ayeka
squealed as she sat up and tried to keep her top in place.

"Oh hi Tenchi,"
Mihoshi said as she sat up as well. She had been pleasantly surprised when
Ayeka had agreed to sunbath with her and she hoped that her friend was feeling
better. She'd also been happy to lend Ayeka one of her old bathing suits.
"What's up?"

"I just...I...I need to
talk to everyone downstairs," he said after composing himself.

"Oh ok, we'll be down
in a minute alright?"

"Uh, sure, fine, take
your time." Tenchi said before hustling back downstairs. 'I did not need
to see that right now.'

Author�s
Notes (a.k.a. My feeble attempt to
explain away how much this sucked.) V1 Beta

1) Baseball is big in Japan so Tenchi using a baseball metaphor is actually
fine.

Acknowledgements:

Lighthawk - My long
suffering proofreader

Warpwizard - Who doesn't
write as much of his own pr0n as he should because he constantly let me talk
his ear off.

Froop - My part time stalker
who provided the name for this entire story.

Notes:

1) Fine, for those of you
who don�t know Minagi is Ryoko�s sort of sister and Washu�s other daughter. Basically
a lab assistant, she doesn�t have good luck with those, swiped some Ryoko-goop
from Washu�s lab and took it with him to grow his own �daughter�. Anyway Minagi
shows up at the Masaki�s and tries to kill Tenchi because her father thinks
Tenchi must be hot shit with a sword since he killed Kagato, various hijinx
ensue. Minagi is Ryoko�s body with Sasami�s temperament.

Feedback:
bsmartfanfic@yahoo.com

You don�t need to tell me I
suck, I�m well aware of that.
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