Since Jon Osborne was kind enough to post his idea, heh, I figured I'd
better get this partial story out. Once burned, forever learned.

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Onna-Tenchi (working title)

A Tenchi Muyo! Ryou-ou-ki FanFiction
By
D.F. Roeder

-----Acknowledgments-----

-----Disclaimers-----
Tenchi Muyo! Ryou-ou-ki and its characters are the property Kajishima
Masaki and AIC/Pioneer LDC. This work of fanfiction is for free
entertainment purposes only � no compensation has been or will be
received.

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A spray of luminous cherry-colored hair vibrated erratically as its
owner fumed over an unexpected and catastrophic failure. Hakubi Washuu,
the Greatest Scientific Genius in the Universe, whirled around and
stomped to her floating cushion. The seat dipped as she hopped on and
then slowly rose to its previous height.

Washuu stared hatefully at an interconnected series of machines that
appeared to serve a piece of empty space. Probes, energy manipulators,
field stabilizers, and field isolators pointed to and defined an area
roughly the size of a medicine ball. The lines of anger and frustration
gradually smoothed away as she realized that nothing could be done; she
would either have to start over or abandon the project entirely.

The project. It wasn't a matter of life and death for anyone she knew.
It *had been* a matter of life and death for the previous inhabitants of
the newly formed void. For the last two years, she had coaxed into being
and nurtured her own micro-universe. By accelerating the time stream
within the confines determined by the field stabilizers, she had managed
to squeeze 7.89 billion years of cosmic evolution into 713 days. She'd
watched innumerable civilizations rise and fall. She'd witnessed the
emergence of a unified and moderately peaceful government that had taken
control of most of the inhabited systems in the little cosmos. Until
today.

Washuu yelped as she pinched her forearm... hard. <Careless, careless
*idiot*!> she berated herself. <It's not easy being God,> she sighed.
<All it takes is distracting yourself and brushing against a red button
when you were reaching for the blue one.> She took a very deep breath
and closed her eyes before exhaling. She sat there for several minutes,
allowing her mind to calm and search out a way to bring her out of this
funk. Universes end... and there's nothing she could do to change the
reality of that statement. <Something to do, something *new* to do...>
Washuu tapped her finger against her chin, her eyes still closed.

"ARGH!" She threw her arms into the air, quickly slid off the cushion,
making it bounce in midair, and walked towards the door. "When else
fails... EAT! DRINK! BE MERRY!! FOR TOMORROW..." The red crab doorbell
clanked twice as the door was forcefully opened and shut.

----------

"Aaaaah! Just as I thought!" Tenchi whispered. The house was empty.
Tenchi indulged himself in the pleasurable remembrance of how the Masaki
residence had come by its calm.

Early that morning, Aeka and Ryouko had made some kind of screwy bet
with Mihoshi and Sasami (he hadn't been present for the nature of the
bet), and the Pirate-Princess duo had promptly lost. The worst part was
that the losers had forgotten to set the terms of the bet *before*
they'd lost. Tenchi had walked in as Sasami dragged Mihoshi into the
kitchen for a quick and hushed stove-side meeting. The younger Juraian
princess knew she'd never have a chance like this again, anytime soon,
and had every intention of capitalizing on it. Nice, sweet, and generous
she may be, but to get the whole picture, one had to include
deviousness, a sometimes wicked sense of humor, and, more importantly at
the moment, a willingness to make a certain pair pay up.

Sasami and Mihoshi emerged from the kitchen with glowing smiles, and
Aeka and Ryouko started sweating many very large drops. They huddled
uncharacteristically close together for comfort.

"Aeka-oneesama. Ryouko-oneechan," Sasami pontificated. "Mihoshi and me,
as winners, have decided on what we want."

Aeka and Ryouko crossed the fingers on both hands and looked at each
other. "Good luck!" they said simultaneously.

"You will first take us to Miyatori's for an all we can eat lunch--"

"Sasami!!" Aeka screeched. "That's the most expensive sushi restaurant
in the district!"

"--then," Sasami continued without acknowledging her sister, "you will
take us to Okayama Fun World for the afternoon."

Aeka and Ryouko sagged. <All those screaming kids,> Ryouko thought. <All
that money,> Aeka added.

"THEN, you two will take us to Chez Paul for dinner--"

"FRENCH?!?!" Aeka screamed. Ryouko wasn't listening; she was still
entertaining visions of a miniature horde on a sugar high.

"And FINALLY, to the movie of our choice, with lots and lots of sodas,
popcorn, candy, and whatever else we want." Sasami's posture brooked no
dispute. Unfortunately, dispute was at Aeka's heart.

"No! Un-un! That's too much, Sasami! No bet worth's that much--"

"The *other* option," Sasami interrupted, with a hard glint in her eye,
"is for you and Ryouko to do our chores in addition to your own for one
month. Also, you will cook all meals and taste-test each others cooking
before serving."

Aeka paled while Ryouko gagged. They looked at each other, gulped,
nodded once, and turned back to the bet winners.

"When would you like to leave," Aeka asked sweetly.

"Sushi, did you say?" Ryouko clasped her hands together.

Tenchi snickered as the memory ended with Aeka whispering to Ryouko,
"How much money do you have?" and Ryouko pulling out empty pockets.

Tenchi made his way to the top floor and stretched out on one of the
oversized carrot pillows. He pulled a well-worn manga out of his pocket
and sighed in pleasure.

"Ranma 1/2: my favorite! Saffron and Phoenix Mountain, here I come."
Tenchi became instantly lost in a world of super-powered martial artists
and the villains that plague them.

In Tenchi's case, art imitated life.

----------

Washuu walked out of the 'utility closet' and looked around. She strode
into the dining room. No one. She peeked into the kitchen, expecting to
at least see Sasami.

"Moshi, moshi?" Empty. "Damn, where is everyone? I've got to get out of
the lab more often."

She went outside and checked the lake, the floating onsen, and the tool
shed. Tenchi's tools were there, so he wasn't working the fields. Washuu
sighed and plodded back into the house.

"Might as well take a catnap." Quiet as a mouse and lost in thought, she
climbed the two flights of stairs to where carrot pillows invite weary
scientists to snooze. Washuu immediately brightened when she saw Tenchi
laid out and reading with his back to her. She softly padded up behind
him.

"TENCHI-DONO!!"

"YAAAAHHH!!!" The manga went flying, and Tenchi rolled off the carrot
pillow, clutching his heart with his right hand.

*HUFF HUFF PUFF* "WAAAshu-chan! Don't DO that!!" *HUFF PUFF*

Washuu was rolling on the floor, howling in laughter. Disgruntled,
Tenchi retrieved his manga and sat back down on the pillow. Washuu's
laughter slowly wound down, and she climbed up onto the next pillow
over.

"Heh, do you, heh heh, mind if I join you? Heh."

"Errr... no, I guess not."

"Thanks, Tenchi! I needed a good laugh."

"I would say 'anytime', but..."

"Heh, that's all right. Sorry if I scared you... too much." Washuu broke
into a wide and crooked smirk. "What're ya doin', anyway?"

Tenchi shrugged. "Just reading."

"Lemme see." Tenchi handed her the manga, and she studied the cover.

"Ranma 1/2? What a strange title."

"Actually, it's hilarious."

"Oh? What's it about?"

"It's a really *long* story, but in a nutshell, it's about this martial
artist with a curse. The curse turns him into that redhead you see on
the cover whenever he's splashed with cold water. He turns back with
warm or hot water. He's also engaged to the kami know how many women,
all arranged by his father (who's also cursed, but he turns into a giant
panda). He, Ranma that is, also has women who aren't engaged to him
chasing him around."

"Sound familiar?" Washuu quipped.

"Uhhh... maybe. Just a little," Tenchi said sheepishly.

Washuu studied the girl on the cover again. "So... Ranma can change his
sex with just the application of the right temperature of water.
Interesting..."

Tenchi bigsweated. "Uhhh, what do you mean by that?"

Washuu blinked and looked at Tenchi. A devilish smile grew on her face.
"Changing sexes sounds like fun. Does he completely change? Inside and
out?"

Tenchi's nervousness went up another notch. "Yeah, I, er, believe so.
Why?" His voice cracked on the last word.

Washuu abruptly changed the subject. "By the way, Tenchi-dono. I could
really *use* you in the lab for a little while. *Nooo* one's home. I
still haven't gotten that sam--"

"AAAH! HAHAHA! Look at the time! AHA! HAHA! I promised Ryou-ou-ki some
carrots today, HAHA! So..." Tenchi had hopped up onto his feet and was
running in place.

"...soooo," Washuu continued, one corner of her mouth slyly lifting,
"you don't mind if I do something else, then? ANY-thing else?"

Tenchi wave his hands in front of the scientist. "NOOOO, not at all!!
Gotta go! See ya!" Tenchi set a personal best getting to the carrot
fields.

Soft and sinister, Washuu laughed as she picked up the forgotten manga.
"A *complete* sex change with every splash. Just what I needed to chase
away the blues - a redhead. Heh. Haha. HaHaHa.
BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!"

----------

"Hmmm. No. A little more there?"

A holographic image of a woman spun slowly over a trio of emitters, bits
of anatomy enlarging or shrinking at the whim of the scientist at the
controls. Said scientist was deep in thought as she studied the mock-up.
Finally, she picked up Tenchi's discarded manga and placed it on a large
metal disc, polished to a mirror finish. She punched a button marked
"SCAN", and the booklet shimmered for a second.

"Cover page. No. Page 1. No. Page 2. No. Page..." Washuu continued
through the test, until...

"Yes!" She touched one of the characters on the holographically
displayed manga page, and the figure became highlighted in bright blue.
"Now, load all instances of this character, average, and display." The
machine complied.

"Ewww." She tapped her finger against her chin. "Okay, modify model to
conform to human norm, cross-reference with human standards of beauty,
subindex, um, Japan, and display." Taking a few milliseconds longer, the
device generated an altered image.

"Better. Hmmm." She tweaked the model's dimensions a little more,
drawing on her own knowledge of human standards of beauty. "There! Hey,
that's not too bad, if I do say so myself. Those need to be bigger,
though." She tweaked slightly more.


"Hair, hair, hair. Well... red! Is there any other color? Needs to be
longer. Take a little of that displaced mass, don't send it to the
pocket dimension, make it go down to his, er, her knees. Yes, yes."

Washuu studied the final appearance of her model for a few moments and
eventually nodded her head in approval.

"Now for the inside. Heeheeeeee..."


"Default internal structure in place. Now for some adjustments. Hmmm.
Increase that bit of sensitivity 45%, that bit, um, 55%, and that bit
65%. Increase stimulus to pleasure centers when that happens, increase
autonomic responses accordingly, up the drive to participate in acts of
procreation, um, yes, yes, yes..."


"Finished! Heh. Heh,heh. HAHAHA! BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!

____________________


It was late in the evening, the girls were still out but expected
anytime, and Tenchi was lounging in front of the TV, a rebroadcast of
some Ranma 1/2 episodes occupying his attention. His day definitely had
a theme it seemed.

Tenchi yawned as Ranma got splashed for the umpteenth time. <If he
wasn't so cute and sexy as girl, this would've probably gotten old by
now,> he thought. He stood and stretched, leaving the TV on for his
father's late news program. "Jeez. Between Washuu-chan scaring me half
to death and all the carrot farming I've done today, I'm beat." <I
wonder where Washuu-chan got off to, anyway?> Tenchi shrugged and headed
for the stairs.

As he reached the landing, a sudden tingling warmth and a wave of
dizziness washed over him, and he grabbed the banister for support. The
front door opened, and Sasami ran in, followed by the always-smiling
Mihoshi, holding a giant theater soda, and a bedraggled Aeka and Ryouko.

"Tadaimaaaa!" Sasami called. The TV, having moved on to a Ranma music
video, answered her: "Up in blue sky silly blimp go byyy..."

"Tenchi-niichan!!" Sasami ran over to the hunched-over young man. "Is
something wrong?" The heads of the other women snapped around.

"Tenchi!" Ryouko teleported to his side and supported him as he took a
seat on the bottom stair. Still wobbly, he hung onto Ryouko to keep from
falling over. Aeka and Mihoshi rushed over.

Aeka reached him first, and Mihoshi was hot on her heels... for a
second. In order to negotiate a turn around a piece of furniture,
Mihoshi had crossed her right foot over her left, but didn't adjust the
path of her left foot when it moved forward. As a result, she quickly
found inertia propelling her to the horizontal. She fanned her arms as
she fell, and her giant theater soda went flying. Everyone at the bottom
of the stairs was drenched as they watched Mihoshi hit the floor.

"WAAAAHH!" Mihoshi began to bawl. Feeling suddenly strange again, Tenchi
leaned back against the stairs and closed his eyes as the female cast
sighed and helped the crying Galaxy Policewoman to her feet. As a group
they turned back to Tenchi and halted after one step.

"'Beep-beep. Beep-beep. This pager's drivin' me cra-a-zy...'"

After a few seconds of only music, Tenchi cracked an eye to see everyone
staring at him. Without warning, Ryouko powered up her energy sword and
glared, Aeka's logs put in an appearance, and Mihoshi pulled her
police-issue blaster out of... somewhere and pointed it at him. Sasami
looked frightened.

Tenchi scrambled back up the stairway a short distance. "WHAT?!" he
screeched in a very high-pitched voice. "EEP!" His hands flew to the
mouth that strange voice had come from, but before he could investigate
further, he found himself staring at the business end of Ryouko's sword.

"What've you done with MY Tenchi!!" Ryouko demanded. "Fess' up,
ojouchan, before I stroke you with this!"

"Ryouko! I'm... EEP!" There's that voice, again.

"Look here, harridan! Where is Tenchi-sama?!" Aeka was crowding in, and
her logs were following.

While the princess and the pirate harangued the confused Tenchi, Sasami
had been looking at the TV, looking at Mihoshi's spilled soda, looking
at Tenchi, and back around and around. Mihoshi wasn't entirely sure if
what was going on was her fault or not.

"Ryouko-san! Aeka-san! It's me, Tenchi! And what the hell is wrong with
my voice?!?!"

"Look, you. Tenchi's 100% man! You, obviously, are not!" Ryouko reached
down and strongly squeezed a large and well-formed breast.

"ITAAAIII!" Tenchi screamed. "That HURT! I don't know what your prob...
lem... is..." Tenchi stared at Ryouko's hand still resting on the
breast. "Ano... what ARE these?" He reached up and tentatively squeezed
the two objects sitting under his shirt. The sensation he received
was... unexpected. "AH! KAMISAMA!! What ARE these?!?!"

Ryouko rolled her eyes. "They're TITS, you moron, as if you didn't
know..."

"I know perfectly well what, erm, breasts are, thank you very much,
Ryouko. But why do *I* have them?"

"Because you're a girl," Aeka said flatly.

"Hey! I'm a GUY, damn it!"

"ARGH!!!" Energy crackled all over Ryouko's body. "We're getting off the
subject!! WHERE. IS. TENCHI!!!"

"I'M. RIGHT. HERE, RYO..."

"COOOOLLLL!" Sasami had finally put all the pieces together, and her
very high-pitched exclamation cut through the argument. Everyone looked
at Sasami's wide, smiling eyes. "Tenchi-niichan, er, -oneechan, um...!
Anyway, how did you get a curse like Ranma's? Can I get one, too? Gee,
what do I wanna be? I'm already gonna be a spaceship, someday, so that's
out. Ryou-ou-ki has cats covered... sort of. I don't think I wanna be a
boy. Hmmm..."

"Sasami! Now is not the time to be acting out your fantasies," Aeka
said. "We have a major problem. Tenchi-sama is missing!"

"Oneesama! Don't you get it? That," pointing at the girl apparent on the
stairs, "*is* Tenchi."

The girls turned and stared at Tenchi, who was, at the moment, feeling
all over the strange body under her hands. A look of horror grew on
Tenchi's face.

"AAAAAHHHH!!!" Tenchi startled everyone by hopping up and running for
the restroom, knee-length red hair billowing out behind. The girls
followed and found Tenchi staring in the mirror.

Tenchi looked at the breasts. <They're HUGE! Well... large, at least.>
Tenchi looked at the waspish waist, the flare of the hips, the firm and
well-shaped legs.

"Oh, no. I'm... I'm..." Everyone leaned in. "I'm a GIRL!" The women
tipped the rest of the way over and face-faulted. Ryouko was the first
up, and she looked at the redhead in confusion.

"Te-te-tenchi?" Ryouko asked in an unsteady voice.

"Hai. It's me."

"How... how..."

"Wait a second, Ryouko." Tenchi closed her eyes with a grimace and
slowly, ever so slowly reached her hand down to check...

Tenchi's eyes flew open. "WAAAAH! It's GONE!"

Ryouko clapped her hands together twice and bowed, silently saying a
Shinto prayer.

"I, for one, do not believe it!" Aeka voiced in her most regal tone.
"You will have to prove it... girl!" Everyone scratched their heads, but
it was Mihoshi who came up with the answer. She leaned over and
whispered in Tenchi's ear, and Tenchi immediately brightened.

"Hey! Good idea, Mihoshi."

"Ohhh, it was nothing, really," she giggled while blushing.

Tenchi pulled the Tenchiken from... somewhere, and the blade sprang to
life. Aeka wilted; Tenchi had provided the proof she'd wanted.

"I see," Aeka muttered. "Who would do such a thing to you, Tenchi-sama?"

A birdcall washed through the room, and everyone spoke simultaneously.

"WASHUU!"

At the unassuming door to Washuu's interdimensional laboratory, all was
quiet until the rumbling of many feet rose to a deafening roar,
punctuated by a pounding on the aforementioned innocent door.

"Washuu-chan!" Tenchi's sweet voice screeched. The round window in the
door flared into life with the projected image of the scientist.

"Ah! Tenchi-dono! I see you've found out about my little present."

"Present?!" Tenchi warbled.

"Let me guess," Washuu continued. "Mihoshi, right?"

"Uh... well, yeah, but..."

"You know, you're a real knock-out, Tenchi-chan."

Tenchi blushed and dug his toe into the floor. "Ahhh, well, thanks I
appreciate... WHAT?!?!"

"I won't be coming out of the lab for a few days, so... ENJOY!
BWAHAHAHAHAAAA!!" The image in the window winked out.

Tenchi slumped over and trudged back to the living room. She fell onto
the couch, bemoaning her fate. "I'm not a man. I'm not a man. I'm..."

"Tenchi-oneechan, all you need is some warm water, right?" Sasami
suggested.

Tenchi sprang off the couch and gathered the blue-haired princess up in
her arms. "Arigatou, Sasami-chan. You SAVED me!" Tenchi gave her a big
smooch on the cheek, and then stopped.

"What did I do that for? I don't kiss people like that."

"Boy, don't I know it," Ryouko said in despair.

Sasami looked at Tenchi strangely, and then her eyes grew wide. "Maybe
it's the curse," she said solemnly. Everyone pondered this, except
Ryouko. She gave Tenchi an appraising look that had the new redhead
squirming.

Tenchi raised an arm and scratched the back of her head, causing some
interesting motions on her front. Ryouko noticed, and her gaze got much
steamier. Tenchi gave Ryouko a funny look, and then she looked down at
her jiggling chest. She jerked her arm down and crossed it with the
other over her chest.

Aeka fanned herself... rapidly. <I just *had* to be born to a culture
allowing co-wives!>

"What's going on?" Sasami asked, looking around at the others.

"Ah! HAHA! I think I'll get some hot water, now," Tenchi exclaimed. She
trotted into the kitchen and out of sight. A moment later, otoko-Tenchi
walked out.

"Well, that was different," Tenchi observed. "It's really weird when
you're paying attention."

Ryouko floated over. "Is it still gone?" She began to rub her hands up
and down his torso, gradually moving lower.

Tenchi grabbed her hands. "Uh... HAHA! Yeah... I mean, no! It's, um,
back."

Ryouko and Aeka breathed in relief. Sasami and Mihoshi just looked.
"Ano... is what back?" Mihoshi asked.

"Errr, ME! Yeah, that's it! I'm back!" Tenchi laughed, a little too
loud. Sasami blushed as she finally figured out when they were talking
about.

"C'mon, Mihoshi-oneechan. I'll fix you a midnight snack," Sasami
offered.

"Yay! I was getting hungry, again."

Everyone bigsweated. "After all that food?" Aeka whispered. Ryouko
nodded. "Father's going to kill me when he founds out I hocked that
little diamond from Carbilon VII," Aeka complained, "just to buy food
for a bottomless pit." Ryouko patted her on the shoulder in sympathy.

Meanwhile, Tenchi had slumped back onto the couch and was brooding over
his current situation.

"Do you really think Washuu-chan won't be out for days?" he asked.

"She's been in longer," Ryouko warned.

Tenchi sighed. "What am I gonna DO? I've got school tomorrow!"

"Stay dry?" Aeka offered with a faint smile.

"In SWIM class?!"

"Oh, dear." Aeka fretted, trying to come up with a solution. Ryouko
levitated into Tenchi's lap and put her arms around his neck.

"Te-nnn-chi. I want you to know that I'm here for you."

Tenchi panicked for a second, but Ryouko's words registered and he
softened.

"Thanks, Ryouko. I appreciate..."

"Bakemono! Are you trying to get MY Tenchi during his time of need!"
Tired from the daylong excursion, Aeka's fuse had shortened
considerably.

"Aeka! How DARE you insinuate that I'd take advantage of Ten..."

"Take ADVANTAGE?! Then what do you call sneaking into his room at all
hours of the day and night! Tender Loving Care?!"

"Girls..."

"Ooo! Listen, Prissy Princess. I'm just letting Tenchi know that if he
needs anything..."

"I'm sure you'd GLADLY oblige, especially if it means relieving him of
his virtue!"

"GIRLS..."

"VIRTUE!! You're one to talk, Miss Pheromones!"

"WHAT?!?!?"

"'Look at me! I'm innocent and pure! Make love to me, Tenchi!' That's
what you are!"

Tenchi stared at Aeka in surprise, while Aeka's mouth worked in
indignation.

Sasami walked out of the kitchen carrying a tray. "I've got tea!"

Aeka went purple, and her power logs faded in around Ryouko and Tenchi.
One of the logs bumped the tray Sasami was carrying, and the teakettle
hit the rim of the tray and sloshed its contents all over Tenchi.
Everyone stopped to look.

"At least it was *warm* water," Tenchi quipped. Ryouko rubbed her hand
across his damp chest.

"I'll help dry you off, Tenchi," Ryouko said seductively. Aeka was about
to let loose, again, when Mihoshi came jogging out of the kitchen.

"Thanks so much, Sasami, for replacing my soda-- URK!" Mihoshi had
planted her face into one of Aeka's logs, and her arms were stuck
straight out in front of her. Her new soda went flying... onto Tenchi.
Ryouko was now rubbing two very large breasts instead of a masculine
chest.

Tenchi's head slowly lolled back, and he started giving off little
grunts and groans of pleasure. Ryouko was still trying to take in what
had happened and why Tenchi was making such weird noises, unaware that
she was still rubbing.

"ACK!! Ryouko-san. WHAT are you DOING, you HENTAI?!?!" Aeka screeched.

Ryouko looked at Aeka and blinked. "Huh?"

Aeka pointed at Tenchi's chest. Ryouko looked down at her arm still
moving on autopilot, "EEP!", then sprang away.

Tenchi forced his head up and gave Ryouko a disappointed look. "Why'd
you stop... huh?" Tenchi examined her body. "YAAAH! I'm a girl, again!
How did THAT happen?" <And I suddenly WANTED to be fondled!> "ARGH!"

"As to how it happened... guess," Aeka deadpanned.

Tenchi closed her eyes and nodded. "Mihoshi-san."

Mihoshi was still standing with a face full of power log... snoring.
With a disgusted snort, Aeka dispelled the logs, and Mihoshi crumpled to
the ground, asleep.

Hovering in the air a few feet away, Ryouko found herself having a fast
change of heart, sorry she'd sprung away like that. <Damn!> she thought.
<Why do I still feel like boinking him, even when he's a girl? Hmmm,
even though he's a she, it's still Tenchi. That's all that matters.>
Ryouko smiled serenely, knowing she could love him no matter what. She
floated back down into Tenchi's lap.

"It doesn't matter to me what you look like, Tenchi. I'm still here for
you," Ryouko cooed.

Tenchi trembled in desire. She *wanted* this women to touch her, oh
Kamisama, so much. "Ry-Ry-Ryouko. I-I think you'd be-better le-let me
up."

Ryouko pouted, but moved off Tenchi's lap and let her rise. Tenchi
shakily stood and wandered towards the stairway. "Oyasumi. I think I've
had enough for one day."

"Oh, Tenchi, you poor dear," Aeka said. "If you need to talk about
anything, you know where I am." She literally sang the last part.

Tenchi stopped and, with the others, looked at Aeka strangely. "Uh,
yeah, Aeka. Thanks... I think." With that, she turned and climbed out of
sight.

"Aeka? What was *that* all about?" Ryouko asked after a few seconds,
looking at the crown princess like she was a stranger.

Aeka put her hand to her mouth. "I... I'm not sure. I was worried that
she might have, um, felt... violated?"

"WHAT?!?! SHE?!?!?!" Ryouko was beside herself, figuratively speaking.

Aeka put a hand to her forehead. "I find I have a headache. I do not
wish to speak of this any further. Good night!" She climbed the stairs
to her room.

Still fuming a little, Ryouko looked around at the mess while Sasami
cleaned. Unsure of how to think or feel at the moment, Ryouko bent down
and helped her "little sister" sop up spilled soda. Mihoshi began to
alternate loud "snorks" with regular snores.

----------

In her lab, Washuu had been watching the proceedings, occasionally
falling off her cushion in gales of laughter. At the moment, however,
she had a contemplative look on her face.

"If I read Tenchi right, just now... hmmm. My little present may
actually do some good. Could break this little amorous stalemate."
Washuu's eyes began to sparkle.

"I AM SUCH A GENIUS!"

Her eye's fell on the equipment that had recently sustained a universe.

"Well... maybe not all the time."

____________________

Tenchi, male this time, sleepily wandered out of his room and entered
the bathroom down the hall. After taking care of certain morning
necessities, he groggily filled the wash pail with cold water and then
sat down on the stool near the furo, facing the door. He scrubbed
himself down for a few minutes, and he then dumped the pail over his
head, rinsing the suds off.

"BRRRRR!"

The door to the room opened, and Tenchi's father, Nobuyuki, stood there
with his mouth open.

"Ohayou, Oyaji." <Huh?> "EEP!!!" Tenchi clamp her hands over her mouth
and looked up at Nobuyuki. Her father's jaw was now down to his
bellybutton, a thick string of drool hanging out of his mouth and
pooling on the tile. Tenchi noticed that she was sitting in a very
unfeminine position, legs spread and giving her father a rather
unrestricted view of her unmentionables.

"Grrr." Tenchi scooped up a pail of warm furo water and dumped it over
her head. Nobuyuki promptly fainted, a circle of skipping redheads over
his head.

"Serves you right! Sukebe Oyagi!" Tenchi crawled into the furo, leaving
his father on the floor.


After several minutes, Nobuyuki came to and shifted into a sitting
position, his eyes blinking. "Tenchi, did you see a gorgeous, um, very
healthy, redheaded girl just a little bit ago?"

"NO! *I* honestly did not!"

"Oh," Nobuyuki said, disappointed.

"Hentai. Your own son," Tenchi muttered.

"Eh?"

"Nothing." Tenchi got out of the furo. "It's all yours."

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Breakfast was an odd affair. Tenchi was more silent than usual, and only
replied in grunts when spoken to. The girls sneaked surreptitious looks
at him throughout the meal. This lasted until a spider made itself known
as it crawled across Mihoshi's rice.

"EEEEEK!!!" Mihoshi pulled a baseball bat from... somewhere and started
clubbing the table and everything on it. Dishes shattered and glasses
were dumped, but the spider simply walked away from it all. Ryouko and
Aeka glared at her, but the rest were looking at Tenchi, sopping wet and
female.

Nobuyuki, certain drives overwhelming his powers of observation and his
reason, was back to drooling. He suddenly found his face flattened by
the only intact plate on the table. Tenchi drew her arm back after the
throw, garnering Ryouko's, Aeka's, and Mihoshi's attention in the
process. Tenchi hung her head and rose from the table, slowly backing
up.

"I'm going back to bed. I just can't deal with school, today-- URK!"

"OOO-HO-HO-HOOOOO! What do we have here?" *SQUEEZE, SQUEEZE*

Tenchi looked down and saw two elderly hands massaging her breasts. Her
outrage warred with the electric sensations flashing through her body,
but she won out.

"JIICHAN!" Tenchi jerked out of his embrace and spun around.

"Eh?" Masaki Katsuhito, Tenchi's grandfather and resident Shinto priest,
blinked at the redheaded girl in front of him, his hands still out in
their grasping position.

"Ooooo!" Tenchi stalked out of the room and up the stairs. Katsuhito
lowered his hands and looked at everyone quizzically. "Who was that
lovely, healthy young vision of femininity?"

Sasami was the only conscious person not trying to pick up their lower
jaw. "Anooooo... that was Tenchi-nii, er, -oneechan, um..."

Katsuhito's eyes swallowed his face for half a second, then he resumed
his normally inscrutable demeanor. He nodded his head and hummed, and he
turned and walked out of the dining area. The remaining household went
about cleaning up Mihoshi's mess, occasionally stepping on the prone
form of Nobuyuki.

A polite, but firm, knock sounded in the hall outside of Washuu's lab. A
wary looking scientist appeared in the door's round window, but her
expression quickly changed.

"Ah, Katsuhito-dono! Er, you want to know about Tenchi, I take it," she
smirked.

Katsuhito cocked an eyebrow. "Un."

"Please, come in."

The handle turned easily, allowing the priest and first crown prince of
Jurai entry.


Katsuhito stepped out of the utility closet with a broad smile on his
face. Hearing the TV on, he quickly schooled his features and walked
into the other room.

Everyone was downstairs. Tenchi had obviously elected to not spend his
day off from school in bed, and he was seated a little distance away
from the rest, in a position, the priest thought, to avoid unnecessary
dousings. Katsuhito stood quietly and observed the girls. His gaze
finally rested on Ryouko, intent on the daytime drama unfolding on the
television screen, and he allowed his mood to turn up the corners of his
mouth a little. As Tenchi would occasionally look over at the others,
Katsuhito noticed that his grandson's gaze would linger slightly longer
on the space pirate. Katsuhito finally turned and left the house,
heading for the shrine.

<She'll be good for him, albeit a handful.> He sighed. <The fallout is
not going to be pretty, though.> He brooded on the elder of his two
sisters as he climbed the stone steps leading to his place of work.


Tenchi was enjoying the relative quiet engendered by his, er, state and
was enjoying being able to watch television in peace.

At the commercial break, Sasami left the room to get some snacks. Tenchi
watched her leave and then returned his attention to the television. A
part of him sensed when Sasami re-entered, but he didn't look up. Cold
water abruptly washed over him, and a giggling little blue-haired girl
stood there, an empty glass in hand.

"Sasami-chan!" Tenchi complained.

"That is SO COOL!" Sasami laughed. Tenchi grumped and rested her head on
her fist, forcing herself to look at the TV and *not* pay any attention
to the unmistakable bulges on her chest. Still giggling, Sasami left a
drink and some snacks for Tenchi while taking the rest to the others on
the couch.

"Ano... Tenchi-sama?" Aeka looked a little worried.

"Yeah?"

"Are you not going to change back?"

"What for? Sasami, or someone else, will just splash me again," Tenchi
grumped.

"Oh."

The people in the room grew quiet again as the regular program resumed.
Tenchi could feel the girls looking at her from time to time. She
shifted her position slightly in order to better see out of the corner
of her eye who was looking at any given time.

Mihoshi had initially divided her attention between Tenchi and the
television, but as the drama picked up again, she was lost to the
program. During a steamy scene, Aeka turned and watched Tenchi for a
time. Tenchi began to feel a little uncomfortable and started to fidget;
she felt like Aeka was weighing her or something, as if she'd forgotten
who Tenchi was. The current scene on the TV ended, and Aeka looked back
at the screen. Now, it was Ryouko's turn to stare.

If Tenchi had been uncomfortable before, she was now mentally writhing
under Ryouko's gaze. The odd thing, Tenchi observed, was that it was
pleasant, in a tingly sort of way. She flicked a glance in the space
pirate's direction. Ryouko had one elbow on the arm of the couch, and
her hand was against her face as she studied the redhead, her little
finger bent and being absently chewed on. Tenchi was almost sorry she'd
looked. She absently rubbed her legs together, feeling the rough cloth
of her drawstring pants against her soft skin. She was also feeling
decidedly warm. Tenchi exerted some self-control and focused her
attention on the television. It was another steamy scene... with two
women. <Oh, great,> Tenchi thought sourly.

The were kissing passionately and slowing disrobing each other. The
lighting faded until only silhouettes could be seen. The taller woman
pulled Tenchi's shirt down over her arms, and she kissed the rise of
Tenchi's bare bosom. Tenchi then began unbuttoning Ryouko's shirt, but
Ryouko then pushed Tenchi down onto the bed and out of view of the
camera. Ryouko loosened the drawstring to Tenchi's pants, and her hand
slid in and gently touched�

"AAAAAHHH!!!" Tenchi leapt to her feet panting and staring at a startled
Ryouko. "Don't LOOK at me like that! You're making me horn-- MMMBLGH!"
Tenchi had slapped her hands over her mouth... too late. Her eyes bulged
as Ryouko smiled in satisfaction and the rest looked confused.

"Tenchi-sama?" Aeka inquired.

-----more later-----