Three Weddings and a Courtship
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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3,986
Reviews:
15
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But he's a robot!
Disclaimer: sorry guys -- i have the next chapter ready to post too. it\'s just kinda a pain in the ass to upload my stuff onto here, you know? anyway, heres the next chapter, i\'ll post chapter four tomorrow or later tonight for ya, okay? and sorry again, i sooo did no mean to forget about you all.
i tend to up date FF.net faster, since i can use the upload file thing, and it lets me keep my writing toys (bold, underling, ect.)
well, enjoy!
and i don\'t own Tenchi, or any of it\'s characters!
Chapter Three
“Did you hear a scream?” Sasami asked, looking back toward the plaice. Glancing over at Dylan, worry written on her young face, she bit down lightly on her lower lip. They had been out in the garden for over two hours, and no one had come to get them to explain what was going on. That worried her since Ayeka was always so responsible…well, she always tried to be anyway.
“Don’t worry, Washu is probably just now testing them for who their life mates will be.”
“Oh…then why are we not with them?”
Dylan blushed slightly, and looked away, running a hand through his silver blue hair. “Ah, well, we are a might young to be married...”
“I…don’t understand. What am I doing here if I’m not to be married?” Sasami was a few inches shorter then the young man, and had to look up so she was able to look him in the eye. Poor Dylan was almost done in by the look in her big, dark pink eyes.
“Since we are so young, it was decided that there would be..well, a courtship of sorts between the two of us until we, ah, become of age I guess...”
Silence met his response. Something painful tightened in his stomach. Dose she not like me? What is taking her so long to respond? Dose she really think I will make that bad of a husband? Dose –
Sasami laughed sweetly and leaned up to kiss Dylan on the cheek. “You worry too much. I just didn’t understand what was going on. I need time to sort everything out in my head.”
“I wasn’t worried! What makes you think I was worried? I didn’t even say anything...”
“You didn’t have to – it was the look on your face. It clearly shouted ‘my god, she’s rejecting me!’. I wasn’t, by the way. Rejecting you, that is. I think we will get along famously, don’t you?”
Dylan’s only response was to blush brightly, and change the subject as fast as he could.
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“Had I known I was going to feel like I spent the night before drinking after this test, I would have spent the night before drinking. By the gods my head feels like it’s going to fall off my head to avoid the pain!” Castalia muttered as she rubbed her temples lightly.
After being tested, everyone had been ushered into a small white room with bright, and at the moment, binging lights. The walls were padded, which had prompted both Ryo and Asta to share a ‘you don’t think...’ look. And had they not known it would have caused them great pain, the two would have done the usual thing and burst into loud, obnoxious laughter.
“Here Here!!” Ryoko and Drake shouted at the same time, then winced at their own loud voices. Loud booming laughter sounded after their deceleration, making almost everyone in the room wince. All blurry, red rimmed eyes turned to Ayeka annoyance. She didn’t seem to notice as she smiled smugly.
“Well Ryoko, I think we all know who you’ll be wedding. You and Prince Drake think just so much alike, it’s apparent to anyone with eyes you two suit one another...”
“Now girls, no need to fight over me. Plenty for everyone to share.”
Before anyone could do anything other then look at Drake as if he were insane, a sliding door opened, and Washu sailed into the room on a flouting chair, her attention fully on the computer on her lap. A few minutes of typing, she finally looked up. She blinked a few times, as if not understanding why there were people in the room, then smiled brightly at everyone. “Sorry I’m late. I got the most wonderful idea of what to do with the samples I gathered from all of you and –“
“Washu, the results please.” Bryn stated evenly. Asta glared at him from where she sat. the man showed no outward emotion at all, nor did he seem to have suffered like all the rest of them had. It was like he was a robot....she sat up at the thought. Perhaps the prince was actually one of Washu’s ‘projects’?
As if sensing he was being watched, Bryn turned toward her, his ice blue eyes piercing into her midnight blue ones. Asta shivered slightly and quickly looked away quickly. She hopped to the gods he was not the one she was to wed. he could most assuredly spoil all her fun. After all, who could get anything past a robot?
“Lets see here, Tenchi dear, since you’re the only one who seems to be calm, well start with you. The perfect girl in this room for you is....” She glanced down at the print out that had just popped out of her computer. A slow smile spread across her face as she handed him the paper. “Miss. Ryoko, with a compatibility score of 99.87%.”
Both Asta and Ayaka jumped out of their seats in protest and frowned at the now dancing silver haired woman. Tenchi was, at present, trying to keep his brother Drake from looking at what the results said, since the paper held some very personal information about himself and the...lady.
the next sheet popped out f the machine, and all was quiet in the room. “Next up to the plate is...Prince Drake. The lucky lady who gets to share your bed is, Princess Ayaka “ the words were barley out of her mouth before Ayeka snatched the paper away, gawking at it as if it were written in some strange language.
Washu patted her hand lightly in sympathy. “Don’t worry my dear, he’s not nearly as bad as he seems. And look how handsome! Think of all the lovely children the two of you shall have!”
“Th-this must be a mistake!”
“Afraid not Princess. As you can see, you and Drake have a compatibility score of 97.99%.”
As Ayaka wailed about the injustice of the world, Drake decided to try and ‘sooth’ her as best he could. In other words, him groped the poor woman wail she was in mid rant. Which lead to the princess giving him a very large black eye...
“You bastard! Don’t you dare touch me in such a fashion again!”
“But my love! We are to be married in but a few hours! And such is what married couples do!”
“Well not us!”
“But...”
Asta was only paying mild attention to the argument. Her gaze sifted over to Ryoko and Tenchi, who seemed to be arguing about the same thing as Ayeka and Drake...except it was Tenchi who was telling Ryoko to keep her hands to herself, not the other way around. It was then it hit her. There were only six people in the room. And four of them had already been paired off with one another. Her eyes shot over to Bryn.
“I can’t marry him! He’s a robot!”
All conversations stopped as Asta made that rather loud declaration, everyone’s expressions clearly saying ‘what that hell are you talking about?!’. well, everyone’s but Bryn’s, who didn’t seem fazed by her outburst at all.
Castalia’s face turned as bright as her hair and she covered her mouth with both her hands. She had not meant to say that aloud. She refused to look Bryn in the eye, and instead focused all her attention on Washu, willing the other woman to tell her that it was not so. Sadly, Asta found out you can’t always will your problems away.
“though everyone’s score was unusually high, you and Prince Bryn had the highest with a whopping 99.99%. Actually, I’d like to run some more tests on the two of you to –“
“NO!!” Both Bryn and Asta shouted at the same time. A smile curved Washu’s lips as she looked at the two young people. They had finally agreed on something....
i tend to up date FF.net faster, since i can use the upload file thing, and it lets me keep my writing toys (bold, underling, ect.)
well, enjoy!
and i don\'t own Tenchi, or any of it\'s characters!
Chapter Three
“Did you hear a scream?” Sasami asked, looking back toward the plaice. Glancing over at Dylan, worry written on her young face, she bit down lightly on her lower lip. They had been out in the garden for over two hours, and no one had come to get them to explain what was going on. That worried her since Ayeka was always so responsible…well, she always tried to be anyway.
“Don’t worry, Washu is probably just now testing them for who their life mates will be.”
“Oh…then why are we not with them?”
Dylan blushed slightly, and looked away, running a hand through his silver blue hair. “Ah, well, we are a might young to be married...”
“I…don’t understand. What am I doing here if I’m not to be married?” Sasami was a few inches shorter then the young man, and had to look up so she was able to look him in the eye. Poor Dylan was almost done in by the look in her big, dark pink eyes.
“Since we are so young, it was decided that there would be..well, a courtship of sorts between the two of us until we, ah, become of age I guess...”
Silence met his response. Something painful tightened in his stomach. Dose she not like me? What is taking her so long to respond? Dose she really think I will make that bad of a husband? Dose –
Sasami laughed sweetly and leaned up to kiss Dylan on the cheek. “You worry too much. I just didn’t understand what was going on. I need time to sort everything out in my head.”
“I wasn’t worried! What makes you think I was worried? I didn’t even say anything...”
“You didn’t have to – it was the look on your face. It clearly shouted ‘my god, she’s rejecting me!’. I wasn’t, by the way. Rejecting you, that is. I think we will get along famously, don’t you?”
Dylan’s only response was to blush brightly, and change the subject as fast as he could.
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“Had I known I was going to feel like I spent the night before drinking after this test, I would have spent the night before drinking. By the gods my head feels like it’s going to fall off my head to avoid the pain!” Castalia muttered as she rubbed her temples lightly.
After being tested, everyone had been ushered into a small white room with bright, and at the moment, binging lights. The walls were padded, which had prompted both Ryo and Asta to share a ‘you don’t think...’ look. And had they not known it would have caused them great pain, the two would have done the usual thing and burst into loud, obnoxious laughter.
“Here Here!!” Ryoko and Drake shouted at the same time, then winced at their own loud voices. Loud booming laughter sounded after their deceleration, making almost everyone in the room wince. All blurry, red rimmed eyes turned to Ayeka annoyance. She didn’t seem to notice as she smiled smugly.
“Well Ryoko, I think we all know who you’ll be wedding. You and Prince Drake think just so much alike, it’s apparent to anyone with eyes you two suit one another...”
“Now girls, no need to fight over me. Plenty for everyone to share.”
Before anyone could do anything other then look at Drake as if he were insane, a sliding door opened, and Washu sailed into the room on a flouting chair, her attention fully on the computer on her lap. A few minutes of typing, she finally looked up. She blinked a few times, as if not understanding why there were people in the room, then smiled brightly at everyone. “Sorry I’m late. I got the most wonderful idea of what to do with the samples I gathered from all of you and –“
“Washu, the results please.” Bryn stated evenly. Asta glared at him from where she sat. the man showed no outward emotion at all, nor did he seem to have suffered like all the rest of them had. It was like he was a robot....she sat up at the thought. Perhaps the prince was actually one of Washu’s ‘projects’?
As if sensing he was being watched, Bryn turned toward her, his ice blue eyes piercing into her midnight blue ones. Asta shivered slightly and quickly looked away quickly. She hopped to the gods he was not the one she was to wed. he could most assuredly spoil all her fun. After all, who could get anything past a robot?
“Lets see here, Tenchi dear, since you’re the only one who seems to be calm, well start with you. The perfect girl in this room for you is....” She glanced down at the print out that had just popped out of her computer. A slow smile spread across her face as she handed him the paper. “Miss. Ryoko, with a compatibility score of 99.87%.”
Both Asta and Ayaka jumped out of their seats in protest and frowned at the now dancing silver haired woman. Tenchi was, at present, trying to keep his brother Drake from looking at what the results said, since the paper held some very personal information about himself and the...lady.
the next sheet popped out f the machine, and all was quiet in the room. “Next up to the plate is...Prince Drake. The lucky lady who gets to share your bed is, Princess Ayaka “ the words were barley out of her mouth before Ayeka snatched the paper away, gawking at it as if it were written in some strange language.
Washu patted her hand lightly in sympathy. “Don’t worry my dear, he’s not nearly as bad as he seems. And look how handsome! Think of all the lovely children the two of you shall have!”
“Th-this must be a mistake!”
“Afraid not Princess. As you can see, you and Drake have a compatibility score of 97.99%.”
As Ayaka wailed about the injustice of the world, Drake decided to try and ‘sooth’ her as best he could. In other words, him groped the poor woman wail she was in mid rant. Which lead to the princess giving him a very large black eye...
“You bastard! Don’t you dare touch me in such a fashion again!”
“But my love! We are to be married in but a few hours! And such is what married couples do!”
“Well not us!”
“But...”
Asta was only paying mild attention to the argument. Her gaze sifted over to Ryoko and Tenchi, who seemed to be arguing about the same thing as Ayeka and Drake...except it was Tenchi who was telling Ryoko to keep her hands to herself, not the other way around. It was then it hit her. There were only six people in the room. And four of them had already been paired off with one another. Her eyes shot over to Bryn.
“I can’t marry him! He’s a robot!”
All conversations stopped as Asta made that rather loud declaration, everyone’s expressions clearly saying ‘what that hell are you talking about?!’. well, everyone’s but Bryn’s, who didn’t seem fazed by her outburst at all.
Castalia’s face turned as bright as her hair and she covered her mouth with both her hands. She had not meant to say that aloud. She refused to look Bryn in the eye, and instead focused all her attention on Washu, willing the other woman to tell her that it was not so. Sadly, Asta found out you can’t always will your problems away.
“though everyone’s score was unusually high, you and Prince Bryn had the highest with a whopping 99.99%. Actually, I’d like to run some more tests on the two of you to –“
“NO!!” Both Bryn and Asta shouted at the same time. A smile curved Washu’s lips as she looked at the two young people. They had finally agreed on something....