Green Hair, Yellow Eyes

Green Hair, Yellow Eyes

By Takeda Kenji

Chapter Three

All good things come to an end.

Tenchi awoke with a start and immediately regretted it. In the state of hangover he was experiencing, he was surprised and somewhat thankful he could see. Of course that gift of sight led him down a road he was not quite prepared to walk. For on the other side of him, gently snoring was his grandmother Airi. Very nude with an angelic smile on her face. The color drained from his face as he remembered why she was content.

The house came awoke with the sound of his scream but no one came to Tenchi's aid. Against every instinct, each of the spurned females stood their ground and refused to budge from their rooms to go help their Golden Boy. This was their line in the sand and there they stayed.

All except Sasami. In a trance, she proceeded to his room. The previous night, she spied on the commotion until Ryoko had come and taken her to her bed and tucked her in before leaving to go back to her bottle of sake and warm covers.

She began to open Tenchi's door when a voice startled her.

"Sasami?" It was Nobuyuki, standing at the foot of the stairs. He expression looked cheerful but his eyes were deadly serious. "Sasami, come help me make breakfast. I've always wanted to learn how you make such delicious food," he said and beckoned her to come.

"But," she said, touching the door again.

"Sasami…please? For me?" he pleaded.

She distantly nodded before joining him.

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This couldn't be happening. Tenchi had fucked his grandmother. He also realized something vital: his system was rather delicate – a fact that he didn't care much to advertise – and that Caelthrassian wine he drank was about to kick his system's ass. Grabbing a bathrobe, he managed to tie it on and tap into his powers of speed to get himself to the bathroom in time to worship the Porcelain Goddess. Holding on for dear life, he let it all go. He felt as low as dirt.

The knock at the door couldn't be more ill timed as it reminded Tenchi that he was still very much alive and that the orifice at which he meditated wasn't done with him by a long shot. "Who is it…and what could you possibly want?" Tenchi croaked before going back to business.

"Tenchi…" it was Nobuyuki once more. "Tenchi can I come in?"

"Dad," Tenchi moaned pitifully. "You really don't want to –" was as far as he got before his stomach churned and he went down again.

"Tenchi," Nobuyuki said, as he opened the door and took in the sight of his son – undone like the sweater song. "Dear Kami-sama, you look awful…" he said, baldly stating the obvious.

"Thanks dad, I really needed that."

"I'm sorry son; it's just the plain truth. Have too much sake last night or was it something you ate?"

"Caelthrassian wine," Tenchi said as the men shared a look.

"Tenchi, you know I'm not one to lecture on – what I mean, I don't want to seem like I'm coming down on you…" Nobuyuki said, trying to find a handle for a difficult conversation. "What I'm trying to say…"

"Dad, Airi's in my bedroom."

"I know she is, son. The whole house knows. The natives are restless, one might say," Nobuyuki said, choosing a particularly ironic phrase given that none of the women were natives of Earth.

Tenchi's eyes widened and his stomach churned as he went back to relieving himself of last night's drink. Nobuyuki took pity on his son.

"Well son…" he said, pursing his lips.

"Does Grandpa know?"

"No, as far as I know, he doesn't."

"How did the girls find out?"

"Tenchi, you're a bright kid and that was a stupid question." Off of Tenchi's look, he sighed. "You two weren't exactly quiet last night," Nobuyuki informed Tenchi.

"Shimatta," Tenchi swore.

"Indeed."

"What the hell am I going to do?" Tenchi wondered forlornly.

"That I can't answer, kiddo. You're going to have to figure out some of this on your own," he supplied unhelpfully.

"Gee, thanks Oyaji," Tenchi said sourly, before reaching up to flush the toilet. "Was there something you wanted?" he asked, rising to his feet.

"Yeah, you better figure out what you want, boy, or you're going to lose everything…" Nobuyuki stated plainly before leaving Tenchi alone.

Tenchi stood there, ashen-faced as he blankly considered the truth of his father's words. He wasn't sure what he wanted but he sure didn't want the entire house clamoring for his head or genitals. Grabbing his toothbrush, he began to brush his teeth. Then he gargled some mouthwash before satisfied that he was ready to have a face to face conversation with someone. He padded back to his room and took a deep breath before he crossed the threshold into his room. It was as he left it, all the way down to Airi in his bed. Only one difference, she was no longer sleeping.

As he crawled into bed, she touched his face. "I don't have my clothes with me," she said, unabashedly.

"You can borrow some of mine, if it all fits," he replied simply.

"You okay?" she asked

"Airi-san?"

"Yeah?"

"We fucked up," Tenchi said in a very small voice.

"Tenchi…"

"I mean, we really made a mistake. How did this happen?"

"Last night should have been the end for me. I was drunk; I was at my all time low. I've been falling down the rabbit's hole for the last few months and last night brought everything to a head," she said.

"Airi-san…"

Off his reaction, she raised her hand for silence. "Let me get through this please. You're a wonderful boy- well...you're not such a boy now are you? Not anymore at least. You're a man, Tenchi and a wonderful one at that. Should last night have happened? Of course not. Anyone in their right mind would tell you that what happened shouldn't have for any number of reasons. But I'm so happy it did."

"Airi-san…" Tenchi said, as his fingertips brushed against her brow.

Tears streamed down her face as her voice cracked and she began to sob. She touched his face again, her yellow eyes imploring him with need. "Tsunami help me, Tenchi, I'm so glad that it did! Do you know what it's like to be held and to know that everything's okay? I haven't been held like that in years. Do you know what it feels like to have a lover put their hands around you and make sweet love to you? I haven't felt that fulfilled in a long time."

"So you're happy that we did it?" Tenchi asked.

A long pause as Airi considered the moment. She could not say at this juncture whether or not she was happy about the whole thing. Of course, it all seemed so foreign and exciting. But there was an inordinate amount of danger involved and that's what made her hesitate. It was incest. She had fucked her grandson. She was well versed on the customs of the Japanese and those of the Earthlings in general. One of their sacred mores seemed to be 'thou shall not lie with family as one would a lover'.

Was she happy?

"I'll tell you something, Tenchi…I am happy we did it. I just wish we did it sober," she remarked sadly.

"Yeah, me too – wait…what?" Tenchi exclaimed, puzzled. "Airi-san, what are you saying…I'm your grandson, remember?"

"I haven't forgotten, I held you when you were a little boy," she said, cooing as her memory flashed back to that particular point in time.

"Airi-san, you saying things like that doesn't help…"

"Why?" she asked innocently.

"You're reinforcing the fact that not only you are old enough to be my grandmother, but that you are my grandmother!"

"You have feelings for Ayeka, do you not?"

"Well…um…that's a personal—" Tenchi stammered, clearly flustered.

"Answer the question, please," Airi prompted, gently but firmly.

"Well, yes," Tenchi admitted after some time.

"She's your great-aunt, Tenchi. Sasami too. Washu's related to Tsunami through divinity as is Ryoko—"

"Yeah but—"

"Please don't interrupt, Tenchi," she said softly but with a bit of an edge.

"We're all related in one way or the other. I just happen to be related more directly."

"It's not semantics," Tenchi argued. "Degrees do count in this matter!" he exclaimed. "Are you trying to argue that we should…continue this?" he whispered in a hush-hush tone of voice.

"If you want, Tenchi…as of yesterday night I am a single woman and may do as I please."

"The divorce hasn't even been processed, has it?" Tenchi inquired.

"I am divorced of Yosho, have been since I walked out of his room. The papers will come when they will, it concerns me not," she said, nuzzling against his face. "I don't want you to feel pressure to go either way. I'm an adult, Tenchi, if last night was just booze and lust kicking in, then that's fine. These things happen."

"I just can't begin to process entering a relationship with my—"

"Please Tenchi dear, we've said the G word enough for one day, don't you think?" she said, wincing.

"I suppose you're right. I don't intend it to be an insult or anything. It's just the…it's just how it is…" Tenchi said, completely lost for words.

Though, when the light caught her eyes, he was momentarily transfixed with how beautiful she was. She was unlike any other woman he had ever met and their tryst was beyond anything Noike could provide him. A virgin for twenty-five years, Tenchi had found carnal passion with Noike and it was an addictive thing. Now that he had experienced the love of another woman – and he remembered every second of it – he could compare and contrast.

Noike had made him feel things he had never felt before and a part of him would always be grateful to her for that. Yet, now that he had felt these things, he was in a position to evaluate the two lovers his young body had been fortunate enough to experience. Noike was like a kitten, curious and full of explosive energy that just couldn't be contained. Airi was an adult cougar, so full of power and verve yet with the maturity to know when to use it. Noike was sweet but Airi was rich. On different days, Tenchi knew that he might want either of their nighttime company but he had felt more fulfilled – even in a drunken haze – with Airi.

"Last night was incredible, Airi," Tenchi said honestly. "I just never experienced anything like you."

"Noike doesn't come close, huh?" Airi asked with a wicked smile.

"No," Tenchi said honestly, and he meant it. Noike just didn't come close to what he had felt from Airi.

"I'm just that good," Airi said proudly before she got up and went to Tenchi's closet. Tenchi just gaped at having a naked woman walk so freely around in his room. Not that he was disapproving of her right to be nude or walk around in his room but it was more that he was still slowly getting acquainted with the reality of gorgeous women wearing nothing in his presence. Airi pulled on a t-shirt of Tenchi's and frowned at her reflection in the mirror. "I look like a race car girl in this shirt…" she muttered as she turned to Tenchi who had his reddening hand clamped over his nose. "Oh cut that out," she scolded him.

"It's a snug fit," Tenchi allowed very cautiously. He knew enough to know that women could be very touchy on how an outfit looked or fitted. Airi's overripe endowment made the shirt appear as if it was about to burst open – which under the circumstances, it might. Stranger things have happened.

"Tenchi, you can say it: my tits make this shirt look ridiculous. Oh well, it's what you have."

"Didn't you bring clothes with you?"

"Yes, but I forgot my magical teleportation spells so I can't go to them without walking around naked from the waist down…" Tenchi stared at her until she started chuckling at him. "Tenchi sweetie, don't be a fool. I don't know any teleportation spells."

Tenchi's face reddened as he realized she was kidding him. "Oh, right…of course. Ha ha ha," he said, slightly embarrassed as his hand shot to the back of his head, leaving his bloody nose exposed.

"You're leaking, loverboy," Airi snarked as she rummaged through the collection of Tenchi's clean clothes for something that could cover her bottom half – hopefully something more modest. "Gah, you have jeans and pants but my ass is too big," she remarked of her rather voluptuous rear end as she tried to fit into them.

Tenchi simply gave up and laid back down before he died of nasal hemorrhaging. Then, he thought of something. "I might have something you can use," he said as he went into his closet and opened up a box that contained a purple kimono. He held it out for Airi to see and was momentarily surprised to see tears streaming down her face.

"Oh Tenchi, why'd you have to go and show me that?" she asked forlornly as she sank to her knees and began to cry. Covering her face, she flinched as he wrapped his arms around her but surrendered herself to his comfort.

"Airi-san, gomen nasai, I didn't know that you were so torn up about Mom…I thought you were okay with things."

She looked at him and pulled him tight to her, crying all the harder. "Oh Tenchi…" she said, not trusting herself to go any further. It took her minutes that seemed like hours to get a hold of herself. When at last she did, she turned to Tenchi and gave him a brave smile and donned the kimono. Though Airi possessed a larger hourglass figure than her daughter, for some reason it fit perfectly. "Come Tenchi, let's go to breakfast…they'll be waiting for us."

"Us?" Tenchi inquired nervously, as he scrambled to get dressed.

"Yes baby, us. You know, you and me," she said with a smile as she waited patiently for him to get dressed.

Together, they left the room and headed down towards the breakfast room.