Episode 2 - No Need For Breakfast

The birds outside sang to greet the warm sun as its rays streamed
down through the window above Tenchi's bed. But even as the dawn
shed a friendly glow, a sinister shadow lurked and watched. With
swift, predatory grace the dark menacing shape drew nearer.
Unsuspecting, Tenchi slept on. The hunter rose, preparing to
strike, and gazed down at him with hungry yellow eyes.

"Ryoko," he murmured, twisting slightly in his sleep.

"That's right, Tenchi," she answered quietly, not wanting to wake
him just yet. *This is perfect!* thought Ryoko. *He's dreaming of
me, and when he wakes up...* She clasped her hands and her eyes
sparkled with joy.

"Oh, Ryoko, please, please," continued Tenchi. Ryoko leaned
forward eagerly, listening. "I can't hold back much longer.
Please, Ryoko, I'm begging you..." Her eyes widened and her heart
sang like the birds outside. Slowly she bent down to plant a kiss
on his lips.

"Please, Ryoko, let me go. I have to go to the bathroom!"

Ryoko face-faulted and collapsed on the floor. Slowly, she got
up, rubbing her forehead, her face pulled into an annoyed smirk.
Then her expression softened into a smile as she looked down at
him again. "That's the last dry dream you're going to have of me,
Tenchi," she promised.

Tenchi sprints down the school hallway towards the restroom,
hoping he manages to hold out long enough. He vaults ten or
twenty feet at each stride like a champion Olympic hurdler as he
speeds through miles and miles of corridors. He'd managed to
squirm free from Aeka, but then Ryoko had grabbed him and would
n't let go. Washuu-sensei had stopped her physics lecture and
switched to biology without breaking stride, pointing out to the
class the various symptoms of male human sexual arousal. His dad
had sat in the corner in a director's chair, repeatedly yelling
"Action!" and focusing spotlights while a movie camera rolled.
Kiyone and Mihoshi had merely stood and watched. Shouldn't they
have arrested Ryoko or something? It was a good thing Sasami-chan
hadn't been watching all that.

"Hi, Tenchi, where are you going?" asks Sasami, somehow managing
to walk beside him at a hundred miles per hour or so.

"Uh, nowhere, Sasami," answers Tenchi. His feet leave the ground
and he soars towards the restroom. Suddenly, Ryoko rises up in
front of him, but he passes through her like mist and lands on
the tips of his toes at his destination.

Hurriedly he shuts the bathroom door behind him. He drops his
pants, stands in front of the toilet, and aims, ready to relieve
the pressure that had been building up while Ryoko held him down.
But nothing happens. At first. Then his penis starts to expand
monstrously. A ringed bulge forms and moves up and down its
length as if it were a python bodybuilder flexing its muscles.
Tenchi begins to sweat profusely, his heart races, his mouth
dries, and down the hall he can hear Washuu-sensei continue to
point these facts out to his fellow students. His perspiration
has flooded the restroom up to his shaking knees. His penis
swells even more. Unbalanced by its weight he falls backwards and
it smashes through the ceiling. Chunks of wood and plaster cover
his face, blinding him. He reaches to wipe away the debris as his
manhood rises, unstoppable, into the stratosphere.

Tenchi awakened as his fingertips brushed something warm and soft
pressed against his face. He opened his eyes, but still couldn't
see anything. Something was blocking his sight. Tentatively he
tried to push whatever it was away. In the meantime, his slowly-
awakening mind attempted to sort out interesting sensations
working their way up from somewhere near his waist. He discovered
that not one but *two* objects were obstructing his vision, one
resting on each eye. Vaguely rounded. Smooth. Warm, too. Firm yet
malleable at the same time. By now very urgent messages were
racing up the length of his spine and rudely demanding that his
brain grant them immediate audience. Just a second, said his
brain. I'm trying to figure out why there are two breasts on my
face, and I can only handle one thought at a time this early in
the morning.

Breasts?

Hmmm... yes, that's what they are. Come to think of it, they're
pretty big, so that probably means they belong to...

Look, that's very interesting, but something's going on down here
that we think you should know about...

At this point Tenchi became fully aware of the sensation of
something slippery clasped tightly around the shaft of his penis
and slowly sliding up and down its length. In his state of semi-
consciousness he'd dismissed it as a continuation of his dream,
but he definitely felt it now. He tried to get up, but immediately two
sets of hands gripped his wrists and knees, pinning
him. The ring of pressure glided up and off of his cock. Then he
felt what could only be a kiss being planted on the tip of it.
Someone's lips lingered for a moment, then their tongue began
washing back and forth across his balls. He struggled and tried
to get up again. Whoever was holding his wrists forced his
shaking hands to cup the breasts resting on his face. Erect
nipples poked into his palms, and above him a female voice moaned
softly. Then his hands were empty again and his arms were yanked
roughly outwards onto the mattress. At the same time, his head was
lifted from the pillow and brought to rest on someone's knees.
Tenchi blinked as the morning light struck his eyes. Then he froze.

Ryoko stared down at him through her cleavage, smiling.

Tenchi quickly resumed his futile efforts to get free. A warm
mouth impaling itself on his cock stopped him, and he lay
paralyzed. *OK, so if it's not Ryoko, who is it that's...* Fingers
gently grasped the base of his penis as the unseen mouth withdrew. First
a wild mane of cyan hair, then yellow cat-like eyes,
then lips pulled into a mischievous grin rose up through the
covers. Tenchi's eyes bounced up, then down, switching between
the two identical faces a dozen times. He redoubled his efforts
to break free and his penis stiffened even further as his mind
and his hormones independently considered the implications.

Both Ryokos giggled simultaneously. "Good morning, Tenchi," cooed
the one between his legs. "What are you made of? Stone? I thought
I'd *never* wake you up!" She pulled herself entirely above the
covers and lay across his legs to hold him down, then propped up
her head with one hand while reaching down through the blankets
again with the other. Her fingertip traced idly up and down his
penis. Then she looked directly into his face and slowly licked
her lips suggestively. No, *not* suggestively. Demandingly.
Imperatively. Without the slightest hint that she would accept
anything less than to wrap those lips around him and drain him
dry as a husk. "I was *really* enjoying that, Tenchi," she
breathed sensuously. "Were you?"

Deep inside his brain two primal voices clashed in violent 
struggle. One wanted to know what in the world he was afraid of, 
andcommanded loudly that he lie back and stay still. But the 
other, louder, warned of the fate of prey that hesitate to flee. 
His mind locked in debate, Tenchi just stared back at her. Ryoko
pouted, and under the covers her hand softly wrapped around the
shaft of his penis.

"Do you want me to suck your cock some more, Tenchi?" she asked,
slowly stroking him, and her lustful voice managed to plead and
insist at the same time. "Please tell me, Tenchi. Did you like
that?" Still he stared blankly at her. "I want to make you cum in
my mouth, Tenchi," she said, her eyes never wavering from his,
"but I'll stop, if you tell me to."

The heated argument in his head continued, one voice shouting
that Ryoko was lying, she had no intention of stopping, and that
he needed to escape, *now*, and the other screaming that, yes,
she *was* lying, and he damn well better *not* escape. His
unmoving eyes peered out into empty space.

"Well, Tenchi, if you can't decide, I guess I'll have to help you
make up your mind," she said. Ryoko's feral gaze locked on him
for a long moment, promising him that he was about to be run to
ground and devoured. Her hands grabbed his knees again. She sank
through the blankets like a phantom. And as her mouth descended
on him once more, his eyes closed tight and his involuntary moan
rang in her ears like music.

Ryoko's head bobbed up and down as she engulfed and released
Tenchi's penis, again, again, and again. Tremors of fear and
waves of pleasure swept through him. One moment he wanted
desperately to tear away and flee. The next he wished just as much
to beg her to never stop. But neither impulse won. Above him, the
duplicate Ryoko -- the only part of his mind still capable of
rational thought had decided that's what she was, since the other
had done all the talking -- brought her breasts down onto his face
and began to slide them back and forth. Between his legs original
Ryoko continued to suck, and the pleasure of it threatened almost
to drive him mad.

Suddenly, duplicate Ryoko tensed. "Someone's coming," she hissed.

"No, he's still got a ways to go yet," original Ryoko replied
from under the covers.

"That's not what I meant! Someone's coming up the stairs. It's
probably Sasami fetching Tenchi for breakfast."

"Damn! Alright, hold him down, and keep him quiet. I'll take care
of this." Ryoko gave Tenchi's penis a lick. "I'll be back, I
promise," she purred. Then she whisked through the room and out
the door.

Sasami walked up to Tenchi's bedroom door and saw Ryoko standing
next to it, holding a slip of paper. "Good morning, Ryoko. What's
that?"

"Tenchi left a note taped to his door," answered Ryoko, handing
it to Sasami.

"'I decided to sleep late today, so please don't wake me up.
Please save my breakfast for me. Thanks.'" Sasami paused for a
moment, a disappointed look on her face. "But the miso soup won't
be as good when it's reheated. And Mr. Masaki isn't here, either.
Oh, well. Come on, Ryoko, before it gets cold."

Sweat beaded on Ryoko's brow. "I'm, uh, already having breakfast,
Sasami. I'll be down later. Thanks anyway."

"Oh? What are you having? I'll fix it for you tomorrow if you
want, Ryoko."...

As Sasami headed back down to the kitchen, she happened to meet
Aeka halfway up the stairs. "Isn't Tenchi-sama going to have
breakfast?" asked Aeka worriedly. "Is he sick?"

Sasami shook her head. "He decided to sleep in. He'll be down
later."

Aeka looked around. "I don't see Ryoko, either," she commented,
starting to walk down the stairs with Sasami.

"Ryoko said she was having breakfast in bed."

"That lazy woman!" cursed Aeka.

"Ryoko's a nice lady. But she is kind of weird sometimes."

Aeka chuckled. "Well, I'll agree with you about the second part,
Sasami," she said. "And more than sometimes."

"I've just never heard of someone having *salami* for breakfast
before."

Aeka laughed for a moment, but stopped. Something told her these
bits of apparently-innocuous information added up to something
very *bad*, but she wasn't sure exactly *how*. Tenchi had decided
to sleep in. Ryoko was eating salami in bed. *That* surely was
appropriate, thought Aeka with amusement. That dirty-minded Ryoko
was probably pretending that she was...

Aeka froze in her tracks and blinked.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!..." screamed
Aeka, tearing back up the stairs as fast as her legs would carry
her.

Ryoko sucked insistently at Tenchi's penis. He was close, she
could tell. At last he had stopped struggling, instead thrusting
his pelvis upward, driving deeper into her mouth. *Well, that's a
step in the right direction*, she thought delightedly. She paused
and licked the underside, then resumed.

"...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!..." came the
sound of a rapidly-approaching scream.

*Oh, hell!* swore Ryoko. *Sorry, Tenchi, but I'm going to have to
rush this a bit.* She dismissed her doppleganger so she could
concentrate fully, then pressed lips and tongue and fingers into
play, applying as much raw stimulation as rapidly as she could.
She felt his whole body tensing up just as the door slammed open.

"...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Tenchi arched his back. He moaned, and for a moment that was the
only sound in Ryoko's universe. *This is it!* her mind shouted,
and she clamped her lips tightly around the shaft, ready for him.

Aeka grabbed Ryoko's leg and yanked with all her strength just
Tenchi's cock began to twitch. The two girls landed in a heap in
front of the door, and each turned to face the other in fury.
Energy arced between them as they prepared to do battle. Then the
gasping sound of Tenchi gulping huge lungfuls of air caught their
attention. Simultaneously their heads turned towards him, then
down to the spreading wet spot on the covers between his legs.

Ryoko forced herself to calm down, then sighed with exasperation.
"Damn it, Aeka, couldn't you have waited another *five seconds*?"

Aeka turned back towards her, and as she spoke her voice shook.
"I demand to know what you were doing sneaking into Tenchi-sama's
room!"

Ryoko blinked. "Uh, wasn't it obvious, Aeka?"

"I've had about enough of you!"

"Jealous, little princess?"

"I refuse to allow you to break into Tenchi-sama's private 
chambers like a common thief and interrupt his rest when he
specifically asked that he not be disturbed. But I forget, you
*are* a common thief, Ryoko..."

"Aeka..."

"...and you care nothing for anything or anyone but yourself.
Tenchi-sama graciously offers you his hospitality and in return
you assault him like a mindless ruffian. But then, you're that,
too, Ryoko, I must remember..."

"Aeka...!"

"...and if it weren't for Tenchi-sama's sense of honor, he'd have
thrown you out the moment he set his eyes on you. But someone
like you hasn't the slightest idea what honor *is*, much less how
to respond with gratitude when it is shown..."

"AEKA!!"

"...instead you destroy his family's property, disturb the 
peaceful harmony of their home, and what's worst of all..."

"A-E-K-A!!!!"

"...even after Tenchi-sama makes it clear that he'd never be
attracted to a disgusting and evil person like *you*, and that he
doesn't want his heart and body tainted with your wickedness and
cruelty, you still insist on throwing yourself on him like a
cheap tramp!!"

"SHUT UP!!!" screamed Ryoko, hurling a blast of energy towards
Aeka. Preoccupied with her tirade, the princess barely dodged it.
An instant later it struck the wall and exploded, hurling Aeka to
the ground, her clothes smudged with soot. Ryoko glared down at
her for a moment, readying to follow up the attack.

Tenchi stumbled out of bed and helped Aeka to her feet. "Are you
alright, Aeka?" he asked, his voice full of concern, but his eyes
looking up at Ryoko angrily. "Yes, Tenchi, I'm fine," she replied.
She coughed slightly. Then she noticed his nakedness, blushed, and
quickly exited the room. Feeling Ryoko's eyes on him, he grabbed a
blanket and wrapped it around his waist.

Ryoko floated up to him. "Well, now that *she's* gone, shall we
get back to business?" she asked. She started to put her arm
around him, but Tenchi pushed her away and glowered at her.

"There's no excuse for what you just did," he said, his voice
icy.

"Forget about her, Tenchi," she said soothingly, again trying to
embrace him. He shoved her away, harder this time.


"Stop that!"

Ryoko stopped and looked at him, bewildered. "Do you really care
about her more than you do about me?" she asked.

"That's not the point! Don't you understand? Aeka's a guest in my
house. If you attack her, it's the same as if you attacked *me*.
And if you hurt her, you've hurt *me*." He glared at her
pitilessly. "And right now, after what you did, I don't want to
have anything to do with you!" Ryoko stared at the floor, unable
to believe what she was hearing. "Get out of my room!" he ordered.

Ryoko looked at him, her expression one of complete shock. "But,
Tenchi..." she cooed tremulously, starting to move towards him
again.

"I said GET OUT!" he shouted.

She paused in midair, watching him, shaking.

"OUT!!" he yelled.

She turned away from him before the tears started, floating out
the window and quickly vanishing into the woods. Tenchi watched
her go, wishing that somehow he could have found another way,
that he hadn't had to speak so harshly to her. He told himself
she'd left him no choice. But that didn't make him regret it
less. He lay back down on his bed and lost himself in thought.

Night had long since fallen when Ryoko walked back into the
Masaki home, silently passing through the living room wall.
Wordlessly she lay down on the couch, staring at the ceiling.
Suddenly a voice out of the darkness startled her.

"Hi, Ryoko," said Sasami, gazing out the window.

"What are you doing up so late, Sasami?"

"I was worried about you, Ryoko, and I couldn't sleep. You were
gone all day, and I thought maybe you weren't coming back." 

Ryoko sighed. "You're probably the only one here who'd be sorry
if I hadn't."

"I saved lunch and dinner for you."

"Thank you, Sasami. I'll eat it later, I promise. You'd better
get back before Aeka notices you're gone."

Sasami shook her head. "She's asleep. Besides, I'm not tired. I'm
just kinda bored. I wish we could play a game or something." She
paused for a moment of thought. "Hey, Ryoko, do you like to play
chess?"

Ten minutes later the two were on the floor, faced off over a
Juraian chess set, Ryoko taking gold while Sasami took silver.
The pieces vaguely resembled those of Western chess, though with
Trees replacing Rooks, and Princesses instead of Bishops.
Examining the carved metal figures, Ryoko noticed that each Queen
carried what looked like a cat-o'-nine-tails, and both Kings were
swathed in seemingly-endless lengths of chains. "I'm not very
good at this," apologized Sasami. "Aeka usually beats me at it."

"You don't say," replied Ryoko, examining the coiled bull-whip in
the hands of one of her Princess pieces before placing it on the
board.

Thirty minutes and a dozen or so moves later, Ryoko groaned and
glanced around the board for some hope of regrouping her
decimated forces. If only her Queen was in a different spot... 

"Ryoko?" asked Sasami, her expression betraying some of her
earlier worry.

"Hmmm?"

"Being mad at Aeka doesn't make you get mad at me, does it?"

Ryoko reached over and tousled Sasami's hair. "Anything between
me and your sister, is between me and your sister," assured
Ryoko, meanwhile using her free hand to quickly move her Queen.
"Not you or anybody else."

"I'm glad, Ryoko," replied, her Sasami face brightening again.
She looked back at the board. "Wow! There's a move I didn't see
before." Picking up a Tree, she captured the gold Queen and
placed a flabbergasted Ryoko in check. "Why are you and my sister
always fighting? Is it because of Tenchi?"

"That's part of the reason."

"Why can't you *both* be friends with Tenchi? It makes him really
sad when you fight. It makes me sad, too."

"SASAMI!" shrieked Aeka, starting to run towards them from the
foot of the stairs. "Get away from there!" Quickly she tugged her
sister to her feet while glaring murderously at Ryoko. "I told
you to stay away from that woman. There's no telling what she
might do. You might be hurt!" Ryoko remained fixed as a statue,
saying nothing and staring at floor.

"But, Aeka..." began Sasami in protest.

"Come along, Sasami."

"Oh, alright. Goodnight, Ryoko."

"Sweet dreams, Sasami," replied Ryoko, still not raising her
eyes.

"Sasami! A princess of Jurai does *not* speak to violent,
criminal trash!"

As the two Juraians receded up the stairs, Ryoko set up the board
for another game, deciding that it might take her mind of her
troubles. As she did so, her duplicate stepped out of her and sat
down in Sasami's place. Silently the two Ryokos began to play.
Time passed, the moon moving steadily westward across the sky.
Still she had gained neither respite nor solution. "As long as
*she's* around, there's no way I'm ever going to get to Tenchi,"
she muttered.

Her double nodded. "He's up there all by himself, when you'd
gladly let him use your body any way he liked, if you could only
be with him. It really upsets me."

"Same here. But what can I do about it?" asked Ryoko with a heavy
sigh.

"You could sneak into his room again," suggested the duplicate.

Ryoko shook her head. "Aeka's watching him like a hawk. She'd be
in there before I managed to get to first base, much less went
all the way. And Tenchi's mad at me right now, too."

Her duplicate's expression turned fierce. "Could you get rid of
her, then?" she asked, flexing her fingers. "She's waiting for
you to go after Tenchi. She won't be expecting you to go after
*her*. She won't be watching her back."

"That would only make Tenchi angrier. His heart would be closed
to me forever. And, well, I don't hate Aeka enough to do that,
anyway."

"Really?" asked the double skeptically.

"I have to be honest with myself."

"Maybe if you let her have him first. I know it would hurt a lot,
but at least that way Tenchi would enjoy it..." Ryoko shot a
dangerous look at her duplicate. "Well, he might enjoy it a
*little*. And afterwards, she'd have to stand aside and let you
have your turn. It would probably make Tenchi less shy, too. Then
he'd stop trying to run away whenever you got close to him."

"I've already tried that. Twice. It's always 'Juraian tradi
tions', and 'we're too young', and 'I'm not a woman of loose
morals.' There's no convincing her. Until she lightens up, it's
hopeless." Her brow furrowed pensively, Ryoko continued to sit,
staring at the chessboard, lost in thought amidst the gloom.
Minutes ticked by, then tens of minutes, then hours. As the moon
set the shadows deepened to fill the room still further, like a
rising black tide, until only starlight shone through the window
to glint on the metal chess pieces.

"Well, have you decided what your next move is yet?" 

"Uh-huh. It's a pretty desperate gamble but..." Ryoko picked up
one of the gold horsemen. With a trembling, hesitant hand, she
moved it across the board, knocking over the silver piece she
captured. "Knight takes Princess." In the murky darkness, her
amber eyes glinted. "Checkmate."


Preview of Next Episode: No Need To Be First

After a while, Ryoko stepped out of the wall again, and stood
beside Tenchi's bed like a sentinel. For at least an hour she did
nothing but listen to the sound of his breathing. Reaching down,
she stroked his hair, feeling each strand under her fingertips.
Tenchi stirred slightly in his dream, and low murmur escaped his
lips. "Ryoko, why?" She bent down slowly and kissed his forehead.
From her eye dropped a single tear.