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No Need for Masculinity	By : Richard_Priapi Category: +S to Z > Tenchi Muyo Views: 501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the various Tenchi Muyo properties, nor any of the characters herein who may be found within that canon. Originally posted to AO3, I'll be posting more proofread/edited versions of the chapters here.

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Tenchi’s eyes snapped open. The door had been locked, damnit. Not that it would have physically stopped Ryoko, but there was a principle to be honored. Instead, she knelt catlike next to the bed, eyes sweeping across Tenchi’s body like she’d found a marvelous new toy. The new girl sat up hastily, trying far too late to cover herself. On a reflex she even brought the blanket up over her chest. She spat words through clenched teeth.

“Don’t… you… ever… knock?”
“You know me better than that, Tenchi darling.”
Tenchi glowered. She did.
“How much did you hear?” Maybe, just maybe, there was a way to salvage this.
Ryoko’s lips parted, seeming to move in slow motion as she breathed her response quietly.
“All of it.”
So that was it. Life was over. Time to pack it in and move, six feet straight down.

Ryoko’s dusky alto caried on teasingly.
“When I realized they were missing I hoped you might have taken them to play with, but this… this is so much juicier.”
Her eyes came to rest on Tenchi’s groin, notable for how it pressed through the blanket. Someone was eager to make her acquaintance.
“Stop.” If Tenchi blushed any harder the blood would be spraying out her nose. Ryoko tried to meet her eye, but Tenchi was determined to look everywhere else.
Ryoko’s fingers gently cupped Tenchi’s jaw, forcing her to look into the eyes of the girl kneeling in front of her.
“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I’m not mad- you can keep them.”
Tenchi choked out a pitiful laugh. Ryoko climbed onto the bed and sat next to Tenchi, a reassuring arm on her bare thigh. Tenchi’s body was all tension, a frightened little rabbit. Ryoko gave the thigh a squeeze, noting the silky quality of the skin. Her gut burnt with a quiet hunger.

“I’m serious, you know. I can help you get dressed, too. Bras are a pain in the ass- you might have noticed I never wear one. You have noticed, right?” She fluttered her eyelids at Tenchi, licking her lips as she glanced down. This time Tenchi laughed a little more sincerely, surprised she had the capacity.
“Why are you taking this so well?” she asked, her voice barely rising above a whisper.
Ryoko wrapped her arms around Tenchi’s shoulders, pulling her into a tight embrace. She squeezed Tenchi’s head into her breasts. For the first time, Tenchi didn’t fuss about that. Absent its usual performative horniness, Ryoko’s hug felt tender and sincere, strong and welcoming. Ryoko’s thumb stroked her ear, melting the iron out of her posture.
“I found you, Tenchi, and you are mine. We are meant to be together. Do you think you wanting to be a girl is going to stand in the way of destiny?”

How many times had she said something like that? How often had Tenchi groaned and brushed her words away? Had she always meant it, really meant it, like this? Tenchi hugged her back, slender arms wrapped tightly around Ryoko’s back as she buried her head in the warmth between Ryoko’s breasts, feeling the pirate’s heart beat. In time she raised her head, eyes shimmering with tears.

To tell a poorly-kept secret? Tenchi had always found Ryoko gorgeous. He’d even rubbed one out over her from time to time- like he had to Ayeka, Mihoshi, Washu, Ryo-ohki in a dream where she was humanoid… well, to the point; Ryoko’s looks alone didn’t have the power to make her worth the trouble it would stir around the house if he took her advances. But in this new light, she was more beautiful than ever. The air around her practically filled with sparkles and bubbles. HE couldn’t have been with Ryoko. Maybe SHE could. What could it hurt?

She sat up with a start, pressing her lips to Ryoko’s. She was on fire, and Ryoko could quench the heat. She was drowning, and Ryoko had the breath of life. Ryoko had had a dozen first kisses with different partners. None matched this hot, desperate, aching need. She all too gladly parted her lips for Tenchi.

She couldn’t hold back a sigh of perfect contentment as Tenchi’s tongue slipped into her mouth, lapping gently at her, heedless of the sticky-sweet taste of stale sake on her breath. Tenchi. At last. She cupped the back of his- her- neck, toying with the silly little rat-tail hanging down her back. When at last Tenchi surfaced for air, still close enough to share breath, a string of saliva hung between them for a moment. To Ryoko it was no less than the red string of fate. Ryoko leaned forward, didn’t stop leaning until Tenchi tumbled backwards and Ryoko nuzzled her way up her body, chin and cheek and palm and finger tracing the sharp lines of Tenchi’s body until she was leaving little trails of kisses along Tenchi’s earlobe, sparks flying everywhere she touched Tenchi, who kept ever so properly quiet despite the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Ryoko was an artist. Quiet and proper would never do- she needed an ovation. She bit Tenchi’s ear- oh but that sweet little whine was exquisite.

Ryoko was nothing if not daring. She let her hands stray down to that throbbing core of heat between Tenchi’s legs, sliding her hand along the lace-trimmed silk. Under the circumstances, who could say no to that? A knock at the door nearly sent Tenchi through the roof.
“Breakfast is ready, Tenchi. Are you coming?”
“Don’t answer that,” Ryoko whispered in her ear, closing her fingers on one elusive prize.
“In a minute,” she ventured.
“You’d better not.” Ryoko warned.
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Breakfast was awkward. Tenchi and Ryoko showed up late, Tenchi chewing slowly and wearing a totally vacant expression. Ryoko, naturally, was as smug as the cat who caught the canary. Worse still; Ryoko was helping herself to seconds, leaning far over the table with chopsticks poised to strike over the very last mini-curry-omurice of the day when Ayeka’s darted in front of hers.
“This isn’t your stinking pirate ship, Ryoko. If you want seconds, you should ask someone to pass it to you like a civilized person.”
There was a rapid clinking of fragile dishes being pulled away from the table.
“I guess you have a point there. I’ll split it with you if you pass me my half.”
The rhythm at the breakfast table missed a beat, and the silence stretched unnaturally. Ayeka’s hair bristled as if held by static electricity. She flung the morsel to her mouth and swallowed it in one bite, triumphant eyes daring Ryoko to act. Ryoko shrugged, humming as she continued to playfully arrange the remainder of her breakfast across her plate. Ayeka’s brain stormed in overtime beneath a glassy smooth surface. There could be no doubt. She was up to something.
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It was raining outside- not a good day to churn up the fields. Tenchi remained indoors, helping Sasami with the ever-present tidal waves of dishes leftover from a family meal. Maybe she could talk her dad into getting a dishwasher. Or have Washu make one, assuming it didn’t have a heat-seeking laser and walk around the house hunting dishes.
Sasami tugged at her sleeve. The girl’s pink eyes shone with a light that showed wisdom beyond her years.
“Tenchi…” she began, faltering. “You know, if there’s something wrong, you can always tell us, right? Ayeka and me?”
Together they paused, imagining Ayeka in a fit of pique. Sasami reconsidered.
“Well… you can always talk to me.”
She tousled Sasami’s hair, her smile soft and gentle.
“Thanks, Sasami. I know. It means a lot.”
Sasami beamed back with pride.
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Ryoko was following her. It wasn’t unusual. But now something made her uneasy. She turned.
“You don’t have to come in with me. I know Washu can be a lot, but this isn’t my first appointment.”
Ryoko didn’t budge.
“I want to know what it’s like, this thing you’re doing. Besides, somebody needs to keep an eye on that lady. I don’t want her making any moves on you in there.”
Tenchi turned, hoping Ryoko hadn’t seen the flush creeping up her cheeks.
“Well, if you insist.”
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Talking. Talking. More talking. Washu could have just said “Hey Tenchi, here’s the titty laser, now go play with your girlfriend: I’m busy.” But Ryoko had wanted to impress Tenchi with her best behavior; now one polite question had launched a thousand words.
“So naturally, I got curious about what the Earthlings do in a situation like this- or even if they do something! I’m sure some species leave it well enough alone, more’s the pity for them.
The processes earthlings use are fascinating! I mean, it’s a bit like watching a caveman perform open heart surgery with a chunk of rock, but some of the results I’ve found are really pretty good.”
Tenchi’s ears perked up, rousing from the internal world so many retreated to in Washu’s presence.
“Results? You… you don’t mean-“
The scientist’s eyes twinkled in the dim light. Her voice had the electric charge of someone doling out secrets.
“Other girls like you? I do. Boys, too. Seem like they’re all over the world. I’m not even sure what to call them, there’s a different term for it in almost every language I find it. A rough consensus seems to be transgender. Why, back in my quadrant of the galaxy-”
Ten-chan’s head felt miles away from the floor. She had sisters. Brothers. A weight that had been with her since the first time she could identify this difference in her shifted on her shoulders. She shivered despite the lab’s endless heat.
Ryoko piped in, noticing Ten-chan’s distant stare.
“You know, Washu, if your work is really that much better than what the natives can do, why not offer your services? Bet there’s a fortune in it.”
“What would I need the money for?” Washu asked, gesturing at the equipment behind her. The myriad of broken prototypes alone were worth more money than Earth had. Ryoko’s ears twitched as she considered the right bait for this fish.
“Well what about the praise? People from all over the planet coming to tell you how great you are? They’d treat you like a god.”
A prideful desire shone in Washu’s eyes.
“I am the greatest scientist in the universe…”
“So there’s really no need to hide it in this lab. Unless you wanted your privacy.”
If Washu’s emerald eyes had twinkled before, now they glowed like traffic lights; all systems go!
“I could link a portable wormhole to my office door… tag it biometrically to prevent snoops… then there’s the matter of real estate and tax codes- oh but if I run as a nonprofit…”
Her keyboard fizzed into the air in front of her, and in moments she was lost in a sea of details for her mind to zoom through. Setting up a life-changing private medical practice as an illegal alien was child’s play for the might of her mind.
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The moment the door shut behind them, Ryoko’s hand found Tenchi’s shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
Tears welled in the corner of Ten-chan’s eyes.
Her voice cracked as she spoke. “A whole community. All over the world? Ryoko, last night I didn’t think there was even a word for this.” She hugged herself, the solidity of the flesh below her fingertips grounding her. She blinked the tears away and measured her words, feeling the importance of each as she let herself believe them for the first time. “I’m not broken. And I’m not…alone.”
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Detective Kiyone Makibi was an excellent cop. This, at least, was the opening act of her morning pep talk. There was no denying her devotion to duty, her courage in the face of overwhelming odds. True, she had a nose for paperwork that made other officers groan- perfect for shortening overtime and saving the department’s budget. But rumor had it that her detective skills had taken the nose-dive of all unused wisdom during her tenure serving alongside a certain partner of hers. Other rumors helped explain what strings she might have stroked to secure that officer her own promotion and keep her close at hand.

It was precisely her fine nose for criminal activity that had raised a red flag in her mind. A routine traffic stop led to a surprise escape, and while all signs pointed to run-of-the-mill hot-shot star racing, a hunch told her to follow the paper trail of the vehicle’s registration. She’d hit the jackpot- first big break since her relocation to headquarters. She drafted a message meant for the Chief’s eyes only. And then a certain bouncy blonde had flounced her way into Kiyone’s office with a tray of snacks, sat herself straight down on Kiyone’s open browser tab, and sent the message: CCd to the entire force of the Galaxy Police.
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