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Concubine Chronicles

By: bsmart (a.k.a. Tiek Mo
Shet)

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 t let 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 1: Dreams Rarely End Well

"They're
gonna transfer mmmmmmmeeeeeEEEEEEE!" Mihoshi wailed.

Ayeka,
Washu, and Ryoko all turned towards the chair where Mihoshi was sitting and
Tenchi was passing by. The blonde Galaxy Police detective had looked like
something was bothering her all evening and Sasami and Tenchi had been asking
her what was wrong every twenty minutes since dinner. She finally broke down
and told them.

"They're
transferring me...*sniff*...to to...the field office on Obra-skai!"

"Obra-skai?"
Ayeka said. "That's on the other side of the Ankari Confederation; it'll
take you three weeks just to get there."

"Mmhmmm,
and...and and...because of the...the isolation order *sniff* I can't come
back!" Mihoshi exclaimed as her big blue eyes started to tear up.

With
a GP exclusion zone in affect around the entire Sol system traffic was
restricted to official and emergency traffic only within one light year of the
primary. Anyone entering without authorization would be arrested immediately
and authorization would be almost impossible to get for someone outside the
royal family of Jurai.

"So
are they assigning somebody else to be resident officer?" Washu asked from
the large overstuffed recliner she had summoned up to sit in.

"Yeah,"
Mihoshi moaned, "He'll be here in two weeks."

"Can't
you ask them to let you stay?" Sasami asked.

"I've
already stayed long then I was supposed to," Mihoshi said between sobs.
"An officer should be assigned to no more then six galactic standard
months of duty on a protected world," she said like she was quoting regs.
"I've been here more than seven."

Sasami
started to sniffle a little and sat down next to Mihoshi, hugging her friend
and trying to offer some comfort she didn't feel.

Washu
was tickled to death to be rid of the bl dit ditz, the one woman wrecking crew
who managed to destroy half her lab without even trying. At least that's how
she thought she should feel about Mihoshi's imminent departure. Instead the
self proclaimed greatest scientist in the universe felt...felt something she
hadn't felt in a long time. Spinning on her heels she disappeared into her lab
in a flurry of bright red hair.

Ayeka's
comforting words to Mihoshi barely registered on Ryoko, much like Washu she was
struggling with the fact that she wasn't overjoyed to have one less competitor
for Tenchi's affections in the house, but unlike Washu she knew exactly why she
was happy. Seeking a respite from those thoughts she looked around for Tenchi
but didn't find him. "Hey, where'd Tenchi go?"

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The
man with the ability to attract gorgeous female aliens like flies was sitting
on his bed and staring at his wall, well more through the wall than at it. The
very thing that had haunted him for the last year was coming true.

For
the first six months that Tenchi had know the girls, right up until the Clay
incident he had struggled simply to not get killed. He was too busy trying to
keep the girls from thinking he had picked a favorite to really enjoy their
company but right after Zero and Clay things had changed. For the last year
things had been quiet, down right tranquil. Not even Minagi's appearance had
really altered that. As tense as her arrival had been Washu's other daughter
hadn't really stressed them out quite like Kagato and Clay.

Which
left Tenchi with a lot of time to think and the only thing he could think about
were the five alien women who had come crashing into his life and laid claim to
him. Amazingly enough it wasn't until then that he was able to realize just how
much he cared for them. In retrospect he thought it should have been obvious,
how many guys could claim that they had already died, sort of, for several
girls.

His
friends hadn't been able to figure out what was wrong with him, he'd walk
through school in a daze, not seeming to care about the fact that quite a few
magnificent examples of the feminine side of his own species were very
interested in him. His friends were constantly telling him how they'd heard
this girl saying she liked him or how that girl thought he was cute and he
ignored it all. As nice as those girls were they couldn't compete with the five
that waited for him at home. The silver haired pirate who made it perfectly
obvious she'd jump him at a moment's notice, the red eyed princess who was the
most regal woman he'd ever met, the meter and a half red head who was
constantly trying to extract a "sample" from him that required him to
be naked, the little cyan haired princess who cooked better than anyone he'd
ever met and the drop dead gorgeous blonde who thought he was the most
comfortable pillow in the world.

The
five wonderful girls that waited for him at home had ruined him for human
women. They had also made his life a constant struggle.

It
wasn't the fighting, the sniping, the groping, or the grabbing that bothered him;
it was the factt tht through it all he had to stuff his own feelings for them
as deep down in his heart as he could manage. He'd lost count of how many times
he caught himself just before he blurted out "I love you," to one of
them in the last year, after the hundredth time it just got to depressing to
think about.

When
Tenchi had realized he cared for the girls he'd tried to do the only honorable
thing he could, pick one of them. It just wouldn't be fair to keep stringing
them all along. For many many nights he would lie in bed staring at the ceiling
trying to figure out which girl he'd choose. 'Mihoshi,' he would think. 'She's
sweet and kind, lots of fun...and Kami-sama what a body.' But just as soon as
he would think he may have finally managed to choose just one girl thoughts of
the others would destroy his decision, memories of Ayeka's regal air and the
small smile few people ever saw, thoughts of Ryoko's exuberance and lust for
life and her just plain lust, Sasami's innocence, he was even wistful for
Washu's maniacal cackle which more than anything told him he loved her.

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When
he realized he couldn't choose he would try and decide which girls he could eliminate,
which ones he could come clean with and let them know that they were wasting
their time. 'Ayeka, she can be snob at times, and she's a princess, a PRINCESS!
I don't want that responsibility,' he'd think, and then the thought of her not
being there would freeze him in his tracks, his blood would turn to ice water,
his stomach to a leaden knot, even his balls shriveled up at the mere thought
of any of the girls leaving.

He
loved all of them, couldn't be without them and because of this he was damned
to live without any of them. When he realized he could never bear to tell any
of them good bye he had realized how hopeless his situation was. He loved all
of them but he knew that none of them would accept that, the only thing they
seemed to agree on was that they all wanted Tenchi and they all wanted each
other gone. Even little Sasami had gotten into it from time to time and he
couldn't miss the glare's Ayeka gave her little sister anytime Sasami sat down
next to him and just dared anyone to try and move her. He loved all of them,
but how could he tell them that? How could he convince them that it wasn't just
because he was some kind of pervert looking to bed them and that he had actual
feelings for them?

Then
he'd made the mistake of turning to Kamidake and Amidake for help. What he'd learned
from them had made him hopeful and sent him right back into despair. Thankfully
Ayeka had long ago ordered the two log-like robots to do as Tenchi said and so
long as nothing he asked of them conflicted with their primary function of
keeping Ayeka safe the two amiable wooden constructs were happy to help him,
even going so far as to provide him with a data pad so that he didn't have to
do his reading at night while sitting in front of Ayeka's door.

It
had taken Tenchi a while to learn how to use wooden tablet and its holographic
display, in his world images didn't just hover fifteen centimeters in the air
over your desk, but once he did he was able to access the tremendous amount of
data that the two robots held.

The
very first thing he did was try to look up each of the girl's files, and that
was when he got his first shock. Ryoko's file was less than complimentary and
read like a police report, actually police reports made up the bulk of it, but
it didn't tell him anything he didn't already know. Washu's was devoid of any
useful information, a few notations about her being a scientist were all he
could find, everything else was hidden behind big red classified markers that
Kamidake and Amidake refused to decrypt, though they apologized profusely. Mihoshi's
file was the first shock, after the normal bit of biographical information,
name, date of birth, place of birth, some planet named Seniwa, etc. came her
record as a Galaxy Police officer and eventually detective. It all seemed very
normal except that Mihoshi's record went on and on and on, page after page of
arrests, cases, accident reports, lots of those, and more than a few
commendations. When he checked the entry counter he saw that her record had
more then eleven thousand entries, and only the major ones at that, it listed
more than fifty thousand minor events that weren't displayed. Tenchi was sure that there had to be a
mistake, there was simply no way that Mihoshi could have had all that happen to
her, her date of birth meant nothing to him, it was a jumble of numbers and
decimal points so he askedKamiKamidake could translate it into human terms, and
Tenchi immediately wished he hadn't.

Mihoshi's
birthday on Earth was March 17th, but the year, Tenchi made Kamidake and
Amidake both confirm it, Mihoshi, sweet, innocent, happy, bubbly Mihoshi, was
born in nine hundred and thirty two A.D. She was one thousand and seventy two
years old; she had been a GP officer for more than six hundred years and was
still only a junior detective.

Of
course Tenchi knew in an analytical way that Ryoko was even older than that, by
a long shot, but he also knew that Ryoko's body was probably closer to a
biological machine than a normal person's body. Washu was even older but she
was also some kind of genius scientist. It was only now that the full weight of
it all hit him, Ayeka and Sasami being in hibernation for seven hundred years
and their parents showing up like it was nothing, the girls cooling their jets
at his house for more than a year like it was a nice vacation, it finally
dawned on him why they were so patient with him.

Another
quick check showed that even if you didn't count thven ven hundred years of
their hibernation Ayeka was just over three hundred years old and Sasami was a
hundred and twenty eight. With a little more research he found out why, every
single one of the girl�s species lived more than thirty thousand years. They
could kill a year or two on earth waiting on him like he would blow a weekend
at the beach.

He
would be dead and gone long before Sasami was even a teenager. He wouldn't even
qualify as a speed bump in their lives.

For
a long while Tenchi had just sat and stared at the screen hovering in front of
him. It was both reassuring and depressing at the same time. He was happy for
all of them that they'd get to live LONG and he was sure happy lives, but he
was saddened by the fact that he'd barely get to spend any of them with them.
Did he really want to waste his life with girls who would probably forget him
in a couple of centuries?

Deciding
that there was nothing he could do about it Tenchi pushed on. His attempts at
making any sense of the cultural histories of Washu and Mihoshi's home planets
was pointless, they were longer than anything he had ever seen and full of
references he didn't understand. He finally gave up and moved onto the history
of Jurai and started with the royal family seeking some information on Ayeka
and Sasami's lives. He was perusing the history of some of Jurai's emperors
when he noticed something.

Juraian
emperors always had more than one wife, usually many more. Again Tenchi had
been stunned, at the time he had realized this it had beore ore than a month
since the royal family had visited. Azusa had been married, to Misaki, AND Funaho. He had been
so busy trying not to piss off the group of aliens with the huge ship when they
had come to visit that he had missed the obvious and its connection to his
situation.

He
quickly found his way to the anthropological details of the Juraian's. There
were three females to every male! It wasn't just ok for the emperor to have
more than one wife; it was the norm for the entire species! He switched over to
the same details and found that it was true for Haudurans, Ryoko and Washu, and
Kizikans like shi,shi, multiple partner marriages were the norm in all three
species.

Tenchi
recalled tfor for the first time in a long time he slept peacefully and well
that night, content in the notion that he had finally found a solution to the
problem. His happiness didn't last long.

The
next day was bad, even by the high standards set in the Masaki household. The
rain hadn't helped.

With
nothing to do but stay inside Ryoko and Ayeka's usual light bickering quickly
escalated. Bored and annoyed with their confinement the two started to push
each other's buttons, hard. If Sasami hadn't been in the room it was likely
that they would have come to blows but the little princess was enough of a
damper on their enthusiasm to limit them to the spoken word. It was nearly a
year later and Tenchi still wished they had just had it out. To call the words
they used on each other hateful w hav have been a gross understatement; they bypassed
their usual sniping at each other's ages and physical appearance and went
straight to the things they knew would really hurt. Ayeka quickly found the
chink in Ryoko's emotional armor and stared to tear into her with reminders,
subtle and blatant, to the things she had done under Kagato. Never one to sit
idly by Ryoko came back with a constant string of stinging barbs to the effect
that Ayeka was just a puppet of her father and he'd never let her be with
Tenchi.

Tenchi
had gone down and broken them up after he thought they'd gotten most of it out
of their systems and it was safe to be near them. When he'd gotten in the
middle of it all of them ceased their verbal assaults, except for Mihoshi who
never missed a beat in her constant stream of apologies to Washu, but for the
rest of the night they'd glared at each other and many a muttered insult passed
back and forth.

That
night Tenchi hadn't gotten much sleep, what had seemed like his salvation not
twenty four hours before now looked even more unobtainable. How could he
possibly think of even suggesting that they all try to live together as a
married group, the girls could barely stand each other as it was.

And
that was the question that he'd spent the last year trying to figure out. Every
time he'd think he'd be getting close to an answer something would happen, the
girls would explode at one another and he'd be back to square one.

Through
it all one dream haunted him nightly, reminding him that time was his enemy.
Now that dream was becoming a reality.

Sure
in his dream Mihoshi was reassigned and she left with no warning or fanfare
rather than with a couple weeks notice and in a storm of tears but it was still
happening. Once or twice a week he'd wake up in a cold sweat from it, his
sheets drenched, his body shivering from terror rather than a chill.

Sometimes
it took place during the day, but usually it was at night. Every light in the
house would be off and he'd be up looking for the girls. He'd walk down the
stairs from his room proceeding cautiously unsure of why all the lights were
out. He'd walk into the living room to find the TV on, Mihoshi's favorite
cartoon playing on it but the blonde was nowhere in sight. He'd head to the
kitchen but find it empty, bowls and spoons and containers of food would be all
over it like somebody was preparing a meal but nobody was home, a familiar
stool would be sitting in front of the stove. As his dread rose the dream
Tenchi's footsteps would hasten, he'd burst through the doorway to the bath
house to find it empty, a tray full of sake bottles and a cup floating gently
in the pool. Now he knew what was happening, he'd seen this scene in his dreams
a hundred times but like every time before he couldn't stop himself. He'd blow
into the house and snatch open the door to Washu's lab only to find a simple
broom closet on the other side of the door, a small white tube with a little
red crab on it was lying on the floor. Finally in desperation he would take the
stairs two at a time, running hard for his last ray of hope only to find none
as the vanity in Ayeka and Sasami's room was unoccupied, the spots where
Amidake and Kamidake usually stood were now bare.

Knowing
all was lost but knowing that there was still more the dream Tenchi raced up
the long stairs to his grandfather's shrine. Tenchi had never met the young man
in Juraian robes that he found in his grandfather's home but for some reason in
his dreams he always treated him like the old priest. The man was standing at
his grandfather's dresser slowly packing up his things into a strange looking suitcase.

'What
happened, where are they!?' Tenchi would yell in his dreams.

'Who
Tenchi?' the stranger would ask.

'Ayeka,
Ryoko, Sasami, Mihoshi, Washu! Where are they!?'

The
young man would shrug and return to packing the suitcase. 'Ayeka and Sasami were
recalled by their parents, they couldn't stay on vacation forever you know.
Mihoshi was reassigned, with out Ayeka and Sasami here there was really no
reason for her to stay on any more, this posting was killing her career you
know. Washu...well I haven't seen Washu in a while, I suppose she just got
bored and left. As for Ryoko, well she was the last to go, you just missed her
in fact, she took Ryo-ohki and headed out, said she had wasted enough of her
time here.'

His
dream body would stand there, stunned, trying to process what he'd been told
and the more it sank in the more it would seem to collapse in on itself. After
seeing this dream over and over the young man's statement had lost much of it's
punch but none of the horror it contained, the words '...wasenouenough of her
time...' were what echoed in his head more than anything now. Still the dream
wasn't over.

The
young man finished his packing and shut the suitcase with a final snap. By this
time his dream self had sunk to his knees and his unseeing eyes were staring
right through the floorboards. 'I hate to say it but there's really nothing
left for me here either. You've turned out to be a great disappointment Tenchi,
I suppose it's up to me now to try and clean up a bit of the mess you've made.'
The man would walk through the door of the old rice paper walled house and just
before he closed it he would always say, 'Goodbye Tenchi, I don't suppose any
of us will be seeing you again any time soon.'

It
was usually the clack of the door sliding shut that Tenchi would wake too but
some nights; the ones after he would have a particularly good time with one or
even all of the girls a more sinister ending awaited him. He wouldn't awaken
with the shutting of the door, instead his dream self would sit there and start
to sob. After a few moments he would notice something sitting on the nearby
table. The pistol normally hung in a case in his Grandfather's study, a memento
from a Japanese Army officer in WWII whose family his grandfather had looked
out for during the war. The weapon was always unloaded and kept locked behind
glass but now it was lying on the table, a magazine sitting next to it with a
curve of brass peeking out of the top. The Tenchi in the dream would pick up
the pistol, load it, and then press the barrel against his temple. Tenchi would
wake up when the hammer of the pistol fell.

Now
it was actually happening, now it was coming true, Mihoshi was being transferred.
How much longer did he have until the house was empty? There would be no second
chance, if the girls left he had no way to follow, no space ship, no way to
contact them, nothing, if they left, that was it.

Desperate
for a solution Tenchi grabbed the holopad and started trying to find something
that would let Mihoshi stay, something that would buy him just a little more
time. After a few hours of work he had it, it was starting to get late in the
day but he knew this couldn't wait. He quickly smoothed out his rumpled clothes
and headed to see Ayeka.

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

Acknowledgements:

Notes:

1) I�ve always said that
Tenchi will pick all of them.

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