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Chapter
Two

"Enemies"

"Ugh, being the exhibitionist, are
we, Ryouko?"

Ryouko's eyes opened, seeing the clear
stretch of water before her. She looked
up with her head still water-set, causing liquid to soak into the dry parts of
her hair, and observed the tapping feet of the one who called her name. She turned her head to glance up, gasping for
a moment, recoiling back into the water.
"Mitsuko?"

Ayeka stood up from leaning over, still
peering at Ryouko, and tightened her towel.
"I don't know whom you are talking about, but please cover your
vile self up," she muttered, fluttering her hand in the air. She 'hmph'ed' and crossed her arms. "And leave so that I may bathe in
peace."

Ryouko sat up and rubbed her eyes,
smirking. She dropped her hands back to
her sides to keep her upright, a little splash rippling across the calm
surfaces of the onsen. The water drained
from her locks and into her shoulders. Gaaawd, she is so typical! Ryouko
thought with a grin. Talk about a broken record. I swear, she uses
that 'royal we' crap more times than I care to recount. "Oh, come now princess, you act like you
want li'l ol' me to leave! Planning on
bearing all?" Ryouko winked and got
up, looking down at the purple haired Juraian.
She narrowed her eyes but smiled, resting her hands on her hips. Ayeka, on the other hand, was not
smiling. She was, however, turning a
pleasant shade of red.

"Miss Ryouko! When I- Hey!
Stop that!" Ryouko desisted
from shaking her chest comically as her innocent grin was abandoned for
doubling over in laughter. She
straightened in a fit of giggling, crossing her arms as she bared a renewed
smirk. Growling, Ayeka stomped her foot.

"When I ask you to leave, I
assume you'll have the common decency to respect my wishes!"

"Whatever," Ryouko mumbled,
displaced for a moment before she returned, clothed and with her hair tied
back, and looped an arm around Ayeka, whispering into her ear. The prude looked at her hand in detest and
shuddered back away from her as Ryouko spoke. "But watch the decibels this
time. Don't think I didn't hear you last
time with the previous. . . adventure you had with yourself."

Ayeka froze and began to boil, her icy
glare melted in an instant as she shoved the pirate away and as she clutched
her towel tight. "GET OUT!"

"Whoa! Chill of the caffeine princess, I'm already
out the door." Laughing, Ryouko curtly gave Ayeka the finger and phased
out of the room.

Ayeka slid into the water with a sour
look. "Of all the nerve. . ."
Producing a small vial of sake, she decided to give herself a boost before
breakfast.

--

Tenchi woke up as the sunlight of a
beautiful summer morning poured in from his skylight and splashed across his
face. Smiling and opening his eyes, he
almost screamed when two golden ones stared back at him. However, when the little cabbit on his chest
'miya'ed reassuringly, he was satisfied that it was not Ryouko.

This time.

"Oh Ryou-ohki," he sighed,
patting her on the head, "you're almost as bad as Ryouko." He
chuckled, gurking when a telltale fizzle in the air alerted him to one more
presence.

"Oh, is she?" Ryouko suddenly
shifting in above him, grinning.
"Thought you wouldn't see me this time, hmm, Tenchi?"

He groaned and dropped back to his pillow
as Ryou-ohki hopped off, as though to make room for her companion, and
scampered out through the closed door.
"Get off me Ryouko, I don't have time for this. I need to get ready."

"Oh but I can help, Tenchi! Help you shower, help you dress, help you in
the physical act of love; you name it!" she exclaimed, smiling, her bright
amber eyes shimmering with mischief. It
was left unsaid that her hands were snaking down to commit to their own 'shimmer'
of mischief.

Mumbling, he scooted back and against the
headboard, sitting up. "How about you help me relax and leave me alone for
five minutes?"

"Awww, you can't get rid of me that
fast Ten-chi!" Ryouko purred, leaning forward, trying to kiss him. He looked around in his chagrin, seeking an
escape when they were thankfully interrupted by the slide of his door.

"Getting your morning exercise, eh,
Little Ryouko?"

Ryouko shuddered slightly and glared at
Washu. "Damnit, Washu, go
away!"

Tenchi suddenly hopped up, clad in
semi-tented boxers and a tee shirt, forcing Ryouko back on her rear where she
sat indignantly on the bed. Rambling, he
walked swiftly to the door. "Hey
look it's Washu-chan well that's just great keep her busy and I'll see
ya!" Washu smiled innocently as Ryouko's disbelieving glare returned to
her.

"What? I didn't do that," she slurred slightly,
still groggy from the morning. A tired
and lower tone hung on her voice as she wiped her eyes. She leaned against the doorframe, resting her
free hand on her hip.

"Yeah, yeah, what do you need?"

"Sasami said breakfast is
ready-" Suddenly, Kiyone's voice
rang out.

"Put down my tea, Mihoshi!"
Washu looked briefly out into the hall and around the corner, glancing down the
eastern-side steps before she returned to see Ryouko stick her tongue out at
her and silently phase down through the bed and floor. Washu chuckled as she closed the door,
heading back down the steps before she gave a quick glance down the hall to the
bathroom where Tenchi had probably already advanced to brushing his teeth.

Smiling, and feeling a little naughty
herself - probably from the lack of sleep from the last two nights of
maintenance work - she crept down the corridor past the rooms of both Ayeka and
Mihoshi and stuck herself against the wall near the toilet door. A sinister, Washu-like grin slithered onto
her face as she placed her hand on the bathroom's lock and quietly incinerated
it. She slammed the door to the side
with the speed of a lightning propelled genius and stuck her head inward in an
overplayed bout of curiosity.

"Oh," she mumbled, seeing only
Ryou-ohki scratching behind the toilet as though for a lost stash of
carrots. "He already went
down." She shut the door in disappointment, treading back down the
hallway. "I didn't see him pass me.
. . Either that kid has a trap door or his training is paying off." She
paused for a moment before she hopped down the steps.

"Trap door."

Ryouko phased into a place at the table
and cocked her head. "Where's
Tenchi?"

Tenchi groaned from below her, raising a
hand weakly to the side. "'An 'ou
geth offa muh?"

Ayeka narrowed her eyes, a hiss splitting
into her voice. "It's not even TV
time and you're already causing trouble!
Now get off him, you harridan!"

"Hey, since watching me do stuff to
him is the closest you'll get, ya don't gotta act all prissy about
it!"

"Hey!
Why you. . . grrrrr. . ." Ayeka slammed her hands down on the edge
of the table and stood up, beginning to shake. "Why must you insinuate
that I desire something as such so much?
I AM NOT A WOMAN OF LOOSE MORALS!"

Sasami groaned, setting out the mountain
of pancakes. "Oh, my gosh, don't
even get started. Loose morals this, loose morals that." She sighed and
sat down, pointing accusingly with her chopsticks. "Can you stop fighting at least while
you eat? Bad karma."

Tenchi raised his hand and waved it
again. "An' ca' 'ou ged'off muh
nuw?"

Ignoring Tenchi completely, Ayeka
continued. "I'm not you,
Ryouko!"

Ryouko narrowed her eyes and phased over
to Ayeka, her own chopsticks precariously balanced between being dropped to the
floor and being stabbed through Ayeka's neck.
"That's hardly insulting me! If it's not your morals,
it's the screws in your head, princess." Tenchi gasped for the precious
room air he needed as the sparks transferring between Ayeka and Ryouko
threatened to light up the table. They were angry, today.

Mihoshi sighed and sipped at her tea -
although, hers had more of a kick than the other morning teas did. "The common downfall of rivals is
ignorance. . ." Everyone suddenly glanced her way as she looked up,
puzzled. "What? I said 'good tea.'"

Ryouko sneered slightly but waved Ayeka
off, giving her buttocks a sharp slap. "Kiss my booty, prudey."

Ayeka sat back down, though visibly
shaken, trying hard to ignore the cyan haired woman. "Sit down cretin. At least show proper manners."

Chuckling a bit, Ryouko flicked a piece of
her meal Ayeka's way. "You were still too loud," she said
passively. Ayeka shaded crimson and
immediately pursed her lips.

"Was not," she hissed
quietly. Ryouko made a face at Ayeka and
resumed eating in the air.

"Hurray!" was the glorious
outcry of Washu as she came back down the stairs.

Kiyone looked her way and took a pancake. "What is it, Miss Washu? Another
invention?"

Washu smiled and shook her head. "Nope, pancakes! My favorite."

Suddenly, her two Chibi-Mecha Washus
popped up on her shoulders.

"Yes!
Praise Washu and her taste for goof food!" cried one.

"Hail the number one genius of the
entire universe for her love of pancakes!" shouted the other.

Washu chuckled as she sat down. "Cute, aren't they?" Kiyone nodded,
reaching for another pancake before a set of chopsticks came down, fiercely stabbing the fluffy food. Kiyone quickly retracted her hand as Washu
grinned, plucking the disk as her own before looking back up to the detective
with a sweet-as-syrup smile. "And
watch it with the 'Miss.'"

Ryouko patted her stomach as she lay on
the couch, about to turn on the TV. She
could hear Ayeka complaining about her with Sasami as she helped her washed
dishes in the kitchen. "Purple-headed bitch. . . Get a life." Groping for the remote, she
stretched and sprawled out on the couch and turned on an early morning soap opera,
but the sweet sound of Tenchi saying his goodbyes was suddenly much more
important. Happily phasing away to meet
him, the remote dropped out the air and clinked as it clipped the table,
spiraling to the cushioned floor. As he
went out the back door, Ryouko grinned at what Ayeka said earlier. What's wrong with a little public exhibition?

Tenchi smiled as Sasami handed him a
bagged lunch to eat in the carrot fields.
It would probably be rice cakes, but when you've been working all
morning, food is food. Well, it was food until one of the other girls made it,
at least. Ayeka looked upon him longingly as he walked out the door, only to
have her gaze destroyed when she was staring into the contented face of a
certain, cyan-haired neko-goddess.

Ayeka's gurgle caused Tenchi to look back
with a cocked eyebrow. "Uh,
Ryouko?"

"Why, what is it Ten- . . . Tenchi. . .
Over there. . ." Whipping her head back around after gaping at one
amused, young face and one curious, boyish face, she laughed sheepishly as she
let go of a steaming and most furious Ayeka.

"Ryouko! What do you think you are doing?"

Ryouko scratched her head and furrowed her
brow in thought as she crossed her arms, pointing at both Ayeka and her beloved
� Tenchi, that is. "Hmm, odd. . .
my aim seems to be a little off. . ." But then, she suddenly looked back
at Ayeka and smirked, practically flinging her arms back and behind herself
with a school-girl-bully's teasing quip.
"Take another bath, princess. If this happens again, I don't want
to gag." Laughing uproariously at Ayeka's particularly grumbly, although
quietly atomic reaction, she went over and gave Tenchi a peck on the
cheek. "Hurry back!" she
fluttered, gazing at him with a soft smile.

Tenchi, feeling only slightly flattered
and not at all surprised, made her day and smiled back at Ryouko. "I will. . . Bye Ayeka, Sasami, Ryouko." And with a
quick motion, he waved and shut the door; gone.

"Well, he seems to be getting more
responsive! Eh, Ayeka?" Ryouko
looked back and raised her eyebrow, a small grin still smeared on her
face. "Yoo hoo, princess?"
Ayeka stood there mumbling, still beet red, trying to think of what to say.
"Tell me this is just, like, the Juraian period, Sasami."

Her little pirate 'apprentice' giggled,
shaking her head. "I don't think.
It's probably just because of Tenchi. Besides, she had her period last
week." Sasami giggled once again as Ayeka's eyes only widened further.

"Uh, um, that is. . ." Ayeka
managed to sputter, but Ryouko didn't seem to care anymore.

"Hmm, my aim was pretty off. .
. maybe I ought to go see Washu. See ya'
round, kiddo." As suddenly as she always seemed to appear, Ryouko was no
longer with them. Ryou-ohki jumped through the door and scrambled up Sasami's
shoulder and onto her head as she went back to the dishes.

"Ryouko's funny." She said
humming a tiny laugh, slinging a towel over her other shoulder. Ayeka still stood, embarrassed for the third
time that day. Sasami sighed as she glanced at her, a reprimand in her young but
authoritative voice. "Not even TV time."

--

Washu was tapping away at her holographic
keyboard when she heard the sound of her crab-bell. "Hi, Ryouko. What can I do ya' for?"

"You know, that's a disturbing
image."

"Trust me, I don't wanna think about
it, either."

"So, how'd you know it was me?"

"Call it motherly intuition. So, what'cha need?" She swiveled her
head, flashing a smile that betrayed her more brush-offy words. "I'm pretty busy." Washu flipped
around on her pillow and looked up at her daughter.

Ryouko rubbed the back of her neck,
looking up into the reaches of the laboratory. There was a soft cast of green
from high above, any other portions of the laboratory construed by high columns
of metal that surrounded them. Off through one split was the familiar expanse
of a giant indoor garden. The only other
light source seemed to come from an even greener incandescent holo-screen. She
cleared her throat and pulled her attention back down to her ambience-bathed
mommy, stepping forward and into the cast of illumination. "I think my
teleportation aim is going haywire.
Going after Tenchi, I - he heh - ended up on Ayeka." Rolling her
eyes a moment, she blurted the rest out in a hum. "Anything you can do?" Washu
twisted he face into a contemplative look, and shrugged.

"Nope."

"Just 'nope'?"

"Gonna call me mom?"

"Nope."

"Just 'nope', eh?"

Slapping her forehead, Ryouko did a brief
Shinto prayer before holding her hands behind her back. "Mom, can you help me out here?"

"Well, the teleportation mechanism is
internally controlled with an infinite usage loop. I designed you so that
phase-shift energy would be used to create a vapor map. The more you do it, the more precise it gets.
You should know the Masaki house like the back of your. . . like you know
Tenchi's room. Body signatures on the map are not confusable. You have
body signature system more complex than my own, got it?" Washu grinned a
bit. "Whatever caused you to end up on Ayeka wasn't because anything was
on the fritz; it was because your brain sent you there."

Dumbly, Ryouko furrowed her brow, staring
at the scientist. "Are you sure?"

"Well, for doubting the number one
genius in the entire universe, how 'bout you become a water sprite
instead? Then I can send you off to
Mihoshi to play." Washu grinned.
"I don't know what to tell you, Little Ryouko; but why you did it,
you wanted to."

Ryouko stuck her tongue out, frowning at
the thought. "Pah, no way. Ayeka's not the freshest fruit in the
bowl."

Washu hopped up and moved stealthily
beside her daughter. "Agreed. Ever
have grapefruit?"

"Can't even taste it and I hate
it."

"Me too." Washu nodded and
suddenly gave Ryouko a push, shoving her forcibly to a newly established door.

"Hey!" Ryouko cried, ramming her
feet against the slick floor. "I
came for help!"

"Well, believe me, I'd love to help;
hate to snuff you like this, but we'll keep in touch. Things to see and people to do! So you go
work this out and I'll get back to you.
Ta!" With a final shove and muted protest, Ryouko was gone.

Washu sighed and slid down the still solid
door. "Oh boy. . ." she
exhaled in an almost praying voice, "this will get ugly. I thought I still had a few more weeks. . ." She
leaned forward for a moment and forced herself back again in a cursing
movement, eeping and grimacing as she quickly fell, banging her head off the
floor after the doorway faded from existence.

"OW!"

--

Ryouko sniffed as the door slammed behind
her, an odd and loud complaint ringing back through subspace. There's definitely something I'm missing,
she thought. She shrugged and began to
walk back to the couch to finish the soap that she thought had something to do
with penguins.

Hey, if it was hot, it was hot.

However, she didn't get far. Two steps into the living area and she was
flat on her back, yelping in pain as the fluffy bunny tail of Mihoshi rolled
away. "There you are!" the blonde exclaimed as she bent over to pick
it up. Ryouko's head finally stopped
spinning as she looked up, a generous though unwanted view of Mihoshi backside
bannered in the air. Mihoshi glanced
over and suddenly stood up. "Oh my!
Ryouko, are you ok?" Ryouko waved it off and shakily got to her feet,
floating over to the couch.

"Mihoshi, you airhead. Next time, keep track of your things."
Ryouko winced and rubbed her back.

Mihoshi sniffed and bowed her head. "I'm sorry, Ryouko. . . Here! Let me get you a drink!" She quickly
went to work, squeezing her tail to the form of her confusing puzzle of a
block.

Ryouko rolled her eyes as she lay
back. "Whatever, just make sure you
don't hurt anyone else with your little accidents."

"Agh!
I wanted a drink, not a link!" She dropped the large coil of chain
as she went back to work on her pseudo-rubics cube. A twist of a side and it flashed, a few balls
of yarn dropping from the sky.
"What is wrong with this thing?!" As Mihoshi continued in the
fairly amusing display, Ryouko couldn't help but stare in furtive joviality. That was just plain funny.

Mihoshi fumed as she again twisted a side
and then the top, an eruption from the kitchen and a small explosion acting as
a response. "AHH!" Sasami
shrieked. "The microwave!"
Mihoshi grimaced and quickly did the one command she was very familiar
with: the fire extinguisher. Sasami
quickly ran in, grabbed it out of Mihoshi's outstretched hand and speedily
scrambled back to the kitchen. Moments
later, the sounds of gases and the faint smells of powder were in the air. Detective First Class Mihoshi knew exactly
why Kiyone so advocated that one. . .

Mihoshi grumbled and tried a last
desperate time, brow furrowing upon completing the command. When the quick realization that the result
was not something she could grab - or it was, she just didn't see it - but something
she was wearing came about, she blanched for a moment. "Eep!" she yelped, tossing her
hands up as she viewed herself in one of the skimpiest bathing suits she'd ever
seen.

Ryouko's silent giggling had slowed upon
seeing this. Just, well, she didn't
know; perhaps it was the way her tanned chest bounced when she hopped on her
yelp. Perhaps it was the tight, black
wears - it was indeed a two piece; although there was so little material it
could be called a half piece - leaving only so much curvy flesh to be desired
was a cause. Perhaps it was just plain
ol' Mihoshi.

Choice word, Ryouko's brain mumbled
as she drank in the scene. Plain was
calling the Pacific just a puddle. Was she stunning? or just lusty? Ryouko deemed that the high heels did nothing
to stumper the appeal. But why
was there an appeal?

"Ah!" the blonde squeaked
again. She looked, as what could be
called apologetically, towards Ryouko as she made no indication of covering
herself.

"Sorry about the drink," she
half laughed, relaxing so her knees knocked a bit. Somewhere inside, Ryouko had
already died laughing. Who said she
didn't get her drink? The scene, however, was a bit much for the pirate,
something beginning to make her uncomfortable about seeing so much tanned
skin. Nice skin, yeah. . . but too much.

Oh what the hell, since when is too much
skin too much?

She shook her head, trying to banish the
more explicit thoughts that came to mind. Shuddering a bit, Ryouko disappeared
and filled the air a moment later, hovering near the steps.

"I-I'll be back. . ." she
mumbled as she placed a hand on the railing, still catching herself stare at
the detective. "I gotta check something."

"Are you alright?" Mihoshi
innocently inquired, stepping forward a bit.
Her unhindered breasts jiggled again, causing Ryouko to squirm a
bit. Aghast, she thought: I can see
nipples! It wasn't so much a victorious
thought, but a public service announcement to the rest of her body.

"I'll be fine, r-really." As
quickly as she had phased in, Ryouko winked out, leaving Mihoshi to readjust
her cube to tail form. She froze upon
hearing a voice from behind and whipped around, slapping Nobuyuki for all his
worth. (So, it wasn't too much of a smack.)

"Hentai."

"OW!" he yelped as she turned, placed
her bunny tail by her hip and stalked off. Again, he suggested (although to
himself): "What about the ears?"

--

Washu rubbed the back of her head as she
got to her feet. "I figured this
would happen sooner or later. I may be
the greatest scientific mind in the universe-"

"Yes you are!"

"The greatest!"

Washu sighed in disgust, swatting at them
like flies. "Stuff it you two. I'm
not in the mood."

The robots gasped and looked at each
other.

"Wow," Chibi-Mecha-One said,
"must be SERIOUS!"

"Yup, you ain't kiddin'! No praise equals big trouble!"
the other one agreed. They ducked down
behind her and vanished.

She scrambled off in a jog away from her
lush surroundings, huffing as she passed towers and monoliths of machinery. It
was a dead sector of her lab, having been inactive for a long time. It was the older fashioned part, when the
idea was industrial utilitarianism and worth instead of the aesthetics her
newer sections fronted; where organic beauty simply had no place. No seas, flowers or gardens.

They were just aisles of metal.

She raced around a bend as the maze turned
to an enigma of a labyrinth. It was
child's play to her, sure, being the creator.
But her current mind set in a boggle, it was difficult, nonetheless.
Running across her lab, she tripped forward a bit and skidded on a single foot
before she came to halt in front of a towering, dormant machine. Calling up her holographic computer, she
tapped a few sequences of buttons and the accumulation of circuitry lit up in a
bright display of lime green and traffic light red. Lines, quips and dollops of light flashed in
different concentrated sectors, meaning to do nothing more than make it look
like a useful machine. And hell, it
really, really was.

"Psycholayer stability: 46.709
percent normal deviation; propensity pertaining to limbic inhibitions: 85.985
percent normal deviation; memory filter breaking down- 93.160 percent
deviation?!" Her leg phased through the computer as she kicked the
machine. "No! This is not good," she muttered to
herself, pacing away for a moment before the genius walked back.

"If these numbers increase
consistently, Ryouko will. . . well, neither she nor anyone here will be a very
happy camper." She continued, her hands flying over the keyboard as she
grimaced in stringent calculation.
"I can stabilize the numbers, but it will take me a few days to
create a back up; let alone the means to create a reversal system." She
sighed again as her typing slowed, fingers trembling and idling over the
keys. "Why didn't I catch these
changes earlier. . . ? Even at these
figures she can be dangerous." Her fingers stiffened slightly and quaked
now, balling into a white-knuckled fist.
"Kagato. . . " she breathed in disgust. "How could you do this to my little girl.
. . ? She's at the brink of insanity
because of you!" Her short and furious scream echoed in the high reaches
of her lab as she slammed her hand through the projection.

"I'm sorry, Washu, did I do something
wrong again?"

Washu turned and hopped back slightly when
she saw her tall, dark annoyance looking at her quizzically.

"You. . . Mihoshi. . . how did you
get in here?"

"Why, the door, silly!" Her
giggle made Washu's skin crawl.

"Maybe I should install child-safety
locks. . ." she mumbled quietly.

"Er, anyway, I was wondering if you
could fix this." Mihoshi held out her slightly dented tail and
frowned. "It's not working."

Washu shook her head with a slight
chortle. "Sorry," she said
grinning almost evilly. "Last time
I modified something for the Galaxy Police it took out half their fleet."
She went into a fit of laughter, hugging her sides to quell the pain of the
heaves. "Oh boy, what I wouldn't
give to be young again. . . ahhh, anyhow; no goes, sister."

"Are you sure? Ryouko stepped on it and now it's not
working. I try to materialize me a cup
of juice and I blow up the men's bath." Looking around nervously, she gave
a small laugh. "Hypothetically, of
course. . ."

"Ryouko. . . do you know where she
went?"

"She said she had to check something
and fwoom! She disappeared."

"Ryouko doesn't fwoom."

"Fine, bbzzzz!"

". . . Shaddup." Washu
sighed. "Damn. Well, I have to find her, so that means
you're leaving," Washu said as she put the large machine on stand-by.
Washu began to walk out as Mihoshi shrugged.

"Okey dokey." She set down her
guised cube on the console of the tower and followed � at least what she would
call - her friend, out. As the door
closed, - Washu briefly wondering why Mihoshi's globes were a bit more bouncy -
the machine powered up once more. Sparks flew between the tail and the
console as it began to quiver.

"All figures reset to 00.000 percent
normal deviation," a booming mechanized voice sounded. While soothingly
feminine, a deathly toll crept in, some how. "Error. Unacceptable command inputs." The tail
rolled around, like guessing fingers looking for the right sequence. The
electronic voice called again.
"Error. You are advised to
not toggle 'Propensity' factors.

"Error.

"'Propensity' percentage is now at
100.00 percent normal deviation.

"Error.

"All figures reset to 100.00 percent
normal deviation. Warning: data given
will result in catastrophic proportions." The tail stopped, shaking in its
place. Of course, it seemingly thought,
this has to be the right way to get that cup of juice. The voice repeated the vain message but no
one was around to hear.
"Error. Critical. . ."
A brief alarm sounded before the tail exploded and the machine was again to be
silenced for a long while.

--

Ryouko fell from the air, touching softy
on the edge her comforter in the spare she claimed as her bedroom. She quickly sat in a lackluster slump on the
bed, the cover now scattered over the floor.
She gave herself a sharp slap in the face before she took a deep breath,
phasing back to stance. She moved to her
window, drawing the slat blinds so that the only light that entered came in
thin trails, leaving the marks of a tiger on her back when she sat back down.

"I know why this is happening, don't
I. . ." She rubbed her cheek where she'd viciously hit herself, sucking
her breath in at the resident sting. The
mark'd probably stick around for a while, too.
"I just can't remember. . ." she mumbled, rising again to
unsteady feet.

This wasn't the first time she remembered,
of course. As she thought about how all that had made her feel, various flashes
of the past sliced into her vision. It all started innocently. Sometimes she
would be in the onsen and she would idly gaze at one of the other girls. No big
deal, everyone does that occasionally. Why she sometimes reacted to the images
was a question she preferred to leave unanswered.

Then again, that wasn't the worst of it.
As she meandered around her room, she suddenly recalled a few rather disturbing
instances. A few times she'd catch the other girls indulging themselves and she
couldn't stop herself from watching. Sometimes her hand would brush against
Mihoshi's or Ayeka's at mealtimes and it would send a shiver up her spine.
Sometimes she'd find herself borrowing items from the other girls and not even
knowing why she wanted them.

However, since all these occurrences were
so widely spaced apart, she didn't really give it too much mind. It bothered
her that she couldn't rationalize; that she couldn't say that it was because of
Tenchi; because sometimes he just wasn't around. Shaking off the string of
thoughts, she stepped on the comforter, slipping forward slightly before she
simply allowed herself to fall to her knees, sitting again in a tired, worn
droop. She pushed the cover away,
hugging herself as the spark deep in her stomach and chest fizzled out, no
longer plaguing her with feelings that, however good, frightened her to the
core.

Damnit! Girls were not supposed to get
Ryouko going. It just wasn't her thing.

The crack in the air came like a blaze of
crisp, lucid clarity when Ryouko's futon shattered to toothpicks and
splinters. Ryouko sat still, staring
forward as nary a breath escaped her frozen body, her unmoving form encapsulating
a rocked mind. A small rain of wood chip
plinked off her back as the larger halves of the futon clunked the ground, an
obtuse 'V' made at the raised ends and the point of the schism; the rugged,
jagged, sharp and painful schism.

Her memory burst as such, perhaps a little
more harshly, at the seam, a flood spewing out like the portions of the futon.
Each flash in her mind just as pointed and abstract as the pieces of wood that
lay dispersed across the wooden floor. "I do know," she whispered,
tiny pupils quivering in residual thoughts.
"Why now. . ." She shuddered, the strain of the position
cracking her as she fell to her side and curled into an innocent ball. Still staring, she shivered again as a few
points of wood pressed into her side. She made no hint of a cry as she laid her
head down to the floor, a sharp splinter cutting into her cheek and drawing a
bit of blood. It flowed out in a thin line, a tear following suit and mixing
in.

"Mommy.
. ."

Mitsuko.

She needed her mother.

--

Ayeka sat in the onsen trying to relax, a
quarter-full bottle of sake nearby.
Whatever the rice wine did to her she sure enjoyed it, especially when
mixed with an intoxicating, hot bath.
Looking down, she twitched a bit as she saw her towel begin to slip, the
water weighing it down and pulling it into the swirl. She reached up to readjust, but, throwing
caution to the wind, she decided to remove it entirely. She was alone - who was she afraid of seeing
her? Tenchi? Tenchi would be out in the fields for a few
hours yet.

Besides, why not take the chance to boast
that beautiful skin should a certain pirate show up? She smiled, finally seeing
why Ryouko did this so often. It was so
freeing . . . and, giggling at the thought, a little naughty. Looking over herself, she curled her lips, a
dour face taking over at the sight of her breast size. They were disappointing, at most, leaning
towards disproportion when she compared them to the rest of her figure. At least she had nice, shapely legs.

They weren't the smallest in the universe,
sure, but they could stand to be larger.
Maybe she should approach Washu on breast augmentation. . .

"No," she muttered firmly to
herself, balling her fist in an ending gesture. Ayeka donned a puzzled look at
the random thought. Why should the first princess of Jurai need any sort of
outside aid? Her appearance was just
fine. . . yeah, really. A princess for
God's sake.

But it was still something to
consider. That last thought made her
smile, thinking of being able to look smugly down on Ryouko with huge ya-yas
weighing down her chest. Ayeka burst out in a modest bit of laughing. It was probably the sake. Then again. . . Picturing Tenchi ogling her
at all made her shiver with pleasure.
She closed her eyes and let the alcohol take full effect over her as she
felt the water temperature rise a few degrees.
Her eyes snapped open with a startled flush as she realized why. Looking down, she saw - though perhaps, she
really just imagined - the onsen waters mix with the gentle flow that left her
person.

Blushing, she snapped her leg tighter
together, her knees knocking and creating a small wave before she slinked
deeper into the resettling water. It
didn't take long for her to again realize that simply no one was around. She smirked as she reflected on how little
she ever got the chance to take care of herself. In fact, considering the last time she was
even alone, it had been quite some time.
However disgusting and, well, unprincessly she might've considered it,
there were times when her thoughts made it so that she couldn't resist.

Namely when it was Tenchi. Tenchi, you elusive bastard.

Now didn't seem to be an exception as she
slid her hands up over her chest, kneading and squeezing warily, still unsure
if it was even allowed that people could feel so good about touching . . . those
places. A pleased hiss of air
slipped through her lips as she slowly ground her pearly whites.

Slowly, mind you. Can't have a princess with unruly teeth.

Her hands rolled her nipples around, as
was the clich� she'd sometimes read about or perhaps even seen in the magazines
hidden in the most obscure places around the Jurai Royal Palace - not to mention the Masaki home.
One hand dropped to land on her stomach before it slipped down, caressing her
inner thighs with a feather-light touch.
She relaxed her eyes, squeezing them shut for a moment as a breath
caught in her throat, brought up at the brush of a more sensitive part of her
lower half. Her eyes tightened like
clamps, tears squeezing out slowly through the sides. Absorbing the feeling,
she lightly began to rub it, curbing slightly in the treatment on her
breast. As she began to pant, she teased
her entrance, whining a bit as her insistence heightened on still rubbing
herself with her thumb.

It was then that the term 'caution to the
wind' lost meaning as her chest heaved and her hand slipped two fingers deep
inside her, causing her to groan loudly. No, this was definitely not her first
time. She looked around hazily to make
sure no one was there to hear her before resuming. She stroked herself more speedily, making her
cry out as she slowly climbed to a show-stopping once-in-a-few years
orgasm. However, it was unfortunately
cut short as a knocking at the door ruined the performance.

Quickly disengaging, she wrapped the towel
back around herself and flung the bottle of sake across the pool where it first
shattered then splashed as she tried to look casual. Washu entered, looked
around and smiled at Ayeka. And then realized it was Ayeka, for whom she
was not looking. "Oh, well hello
Ayeka. Come for a breather?" She
chuckled inwardly, the blatant remnant of a deep blush still on her face
indicating her latter actions. At least,
it revealed the drinking. The two points
poking proudly through the towel told of otherwise.

Ayeka sighed and stood up a little
wobbly. "Just trying to relax. .
." Her mind flashed and she involuntarily grunted. May as well, she thought to herself. Couldn't hurt, could it? Wait, knowing Washu? It could hurt like all hell's wrath. "Say,
Miss Washu. . . what do you think about, uh. . ." She pursed her lips a
moment and relaxed them into a broad frown as she motioned to her chest,
rolling her eyes.

"Well I'm flattered my dear, but I
don't really swing that way-"

"Miss Washu! That's not what I was implying! I was wondering about. . .
augmentation."

"Oh!
Implants! Why didn't ya say
so!" She giddily clapped her hands, smiling, and waved her over,
forgetting about her original task. Once
she saw the opportunity for improvement, let's just say she wouldn't dare
ignore it - whether it is mechanical or biological. Matters of personality still eluded her.
"C'mon to my lab!"

Ayeka grimaced and pulled her towel
taut. "Right. Implants."
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