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Mochinushi - japanese for owner
Mochimono - japanese for one's property

SCHOOL DAZE PART I


CHAPTER 11 : THE PRINCIPAL OF THE MATTER : WEDNESDAY
APRIL 28, 1993


The feeling of having no power over people and events
can be unbearable.  It can make one feel helpless and
miserable, almost no one wants less power, practically
everyone wants more control over their lives.

And so, by definition, a slave has the least amount
amount of power, the least amount of control over his
situation than any other.  Living this type of life
can scar the soul for eternity.

After time many, who have lived their entire lives
bound and tied, are ignorant or scared by the very
prospect of having a choice, prefering to follow an
authority figure, whose very presence brings them
reassurance, comfort, and a sense of safety.  It does
not matter how badly they are treated by that person,
for that character fills an essential role in their
lives.  Sometimes they may rebel but often that
upsurgence is short-lived and everything goes back to
the status quo.

But then.... there are others who, after a brief taste
of power and control, are determined never to let it
go again.  They crave it, need it, to fill a hole, to
futilely replace a missing chunk from their souls. 
They cannot abide by passively standing by, to take
orders from others, or to even be in a situation that
bears a semblance of them being servile to another. 
Their control over a situation or over others is a
symbolic but hollow victory.  Twisted evidence that
they continually gather, in order to try to prove to
themselves that since they have mastered others, that
they are the true masters over themselves in all
aspects.

And thus the day began.......

Motionless in time,
 my instincts are a crime...


(Tenchi's and Chiten's screens lighted up at the same
time and the images seemed to go backwards for a
moment.)

Tenchi was riding the morning bus to school.  He
looked over at the empty seat by his side and sighed,
frustrated that he didn't have many friends at school.
 He shook his head and laughed to himself noting the
irony.  <I'm ultra popular with some alien girls....
but can't get along with the people on my own planet
too well.>

On the bus, there was the usual noise from people
talking, gossiping, and fooling around.  He ignored
all of them and went back to watching the trees go by,
outside the window.  Sometimes, his meditative trance
was broken by the random bouncing from the bus, it's
ancient springs taking forever to settle when it hit
the infrequent potholes from the road.  It didn't
bother him as much it used to, he had the timing
memorized by now.  It was reasonable to expect that,
the passengers had years to cope with it.

The bus rolled to a stop and Tenchi saw the single
narrow aisle was crowded with all the other students. 
He let them go on their way, for it was no use for him
to fight against the crowd and he was in no particular
hurry to get off the bus.  He sat there alone, in back
of the bus, waiting patiently.  Finally, the last
students filed out despondently, many groaning that
the entire school day was ahead of them.  Tenchi let a
small smile brighten his face, the exit was clear.

He ambled forward, reached the front of the bus and
stopped beside the bus driver.  He studied her.  She
was a short middle aged woman, more specifically about
4'10" and around 40 years old.  Her thick turtle shell
glasses were simply huge and nearly covered her face,
the eternal frown she proudly owned took up the rest
of it.  

<Good.... she should cover her ugly mug with a paper
bag.  It would improve life for all of us, you old
hag.  Better yet, stay home and crawl in your shell
where you won't scare little children and animals. 
Maybe come out for a costume festival from time to
time, you wouldn't need to wear anything special and
would still take home first prize every time.>  He
shook himself free from those thoughts, he hated
thinking such things and didn't know where they came
from.  They were constantly there though, in the back
of his mind.  He hung his head in shame, embarassed
that those negative thoughts came pounding in a lot.

Seeing at her deepening scowl, indicating that it
would have been best to leave right away, Tenchi
jumped through the door after he quickly thanked her. 

The sun was bright and it was a nice, cheerful day
typical of May in this parts of the world.  Not too
hot nor too cold, the temperature was just right, one
could have been comfortable with a T-shirt or light
sweater.  The trees had donned their greenery quite
nicely this spring and refreshed the air with a nice,
crisp, pine flavored scent.

He observed the area taking in every detail of the
large school building was in front of him.  It was at
least three stories high, a mix of orange and tan
brick, a large oval window encircled the front,
spanning around 16 feet in diameter.  Many students
were milling about, obviously biding their time,
waiting till last second to enter the building, where
they would have to sit down at the audtorium waiting
for the principal's moning lecture, delivered daily.

Tenchi didn't question it, but he always had an urge
to get right into the building.  He took brisk steps
up the flights of stairs, which were preceding the
school, and breezed right up to the double doors. 
Some students attempted to interact with him, asking
him for the time, just to say 'hi', or whatnot.  He
ignored them all, sometimes shoving the persistent
ones out of his path and sidestepping the more passive
people.  That behavior went against his screaming
conscience, which wailed against him for being so
rude.  Another side of his mind scoffed at the notion
and overall he felt it best to be expedient, no matter
what.

He slammed the double doors open without hesitation,
and his exact precision guided his feet through the
maze that was the school foyer, which had several
doors on three sides.  The back most exit was his
choice and he found himself in one of the school
hallways.  The corridor was severely cramped, since
this school was obliged to take on a significant
portion of the student population from Tenchi's old
high school.  The lighting bleakly did it's job but
left much to be desired.  He pushed himself through
the crowded mix of students, not caring one way or the
other who he carelessly tossed aside.  Somehow, he
actually managed the emerge near the back of the
throng within a span of thirty seconds.

He paced himself to be fast, but not so much so that
it attracted unwanted attention.  The hallway emptied
out farther to the back and his objective, a door in
the back, came into view.  The handle of the metal
encased portal he turned, after checking the hallway
one last time, unconsciously making sure nobody was on
his trail. 

Gently, he shut the door behind him and tread softly
down the passageway containing the stairs that lead
down to the basement.  Tenchi noted sourly that the
area was one not designated for students and still he
moved onward.  The stairs sharply u-turned into a
dimly lit chamber.

As he reached the bottom, it became clear this area
was a type of cellar.  Rows and rows of storage boxes
were shoved to the sides, stacked in columns near the
far wall.  The ceiling was a mess of copper and pvc
piping.  In reality, the small hallway was stuffed to
three quarters capacity, only having about twenty feet
by fifteen feet of floor space clear.  What halted
Tenchi in his tracks was that, despite the lack of
room, there were students lounging about here, in
addition to an older man, no doubt a teacher. 
<Somehow, I don't think anyone's supposed to be in
here?>

He approached the older man, who was the same height,
had dark beady eyes, thinning hair up top, and was
wearing a gaudy plaid suit and tie that severely
contrasted with a green shirt.  It stood out from
crowd of students' uniforms, usually consisting of a
jacket, white shirt and tie for males.  The man
blinked a few times before he began perusing through a
notebook.  His high pitched nasally voice adrressed
Tenchi.  "I'm sorry, I don't believe you're in my
class young man."

Tenchi scratched the back of his head.  "Uh, I don't
believe there should be a class down here, should
there?" 

The teacher shook his head side to side, "Well
normally not, but yesterday the principal ordered us
down here.  I think it has to do with the
overcrowding.  Why are you here, may I ask?"

(Tenchi and Chiten's screens blanked out for several
seconds.  Suddenly, they were filled with scenes from
the house and the shrine and a slew of other places. 
Seemingly reliving the recent memories of Mihoshi,
Ryoko, Ayeka, Yosho, Nobuyuki, Ryo-ohki, Funaho-tree,
Washu, and a host of other people.)

(Moments later, the screens went back to normal, but
Tenchi and Chiten's eyesight and hearing were
obviously much better than before.  Superhuman in
fact, where small writing was legible from across the
room, whispers were audible from the students in the
far corners.)

(In addition to all this, a low chanting started came
from Tenchi's screen.  No one could make it out, it
sounded like many voices merged into one, screaming
but from a great distance.  As Washu was the only one
who had some mental control of the lab, she quickly
programmed a noise filter to cut it out along with a
personal visual aid to show when and how much it
continued.)

Tenchi smiled back at the teacher.  "Oh, no reason at
all.  Why aren't you guys going to the auditorium for
the morning speech?  How long are you staying here?" 

The beady eyed teacher, exasperated at having to
answer the most basic questions, replied curtly,
"We're exempt.  You know, if your down here to help
the janitor or something you'll have to wait untill
after school.... there's gonna be class here all day."

Tenchi smiled warmly.  "Oh thank you for telling me. 
I'll be going then in that case."  Without waiting for
a reply, Tenchi bowed stiffly and started up the
stairs.  When he reached the top, Chiten appeared in
astral form before him.  All the scenery appeared
behind him, though, as he was transparent.  Tenchi
yell enraged.  [I gave that fool Hinawi a few simple
jobs and he even screws them up!] 

Chiten shrugged.  [Lets just find another place to
enter the lab.] 

Tenchi clenched his fists and punched the wall.  [That
little fucker going to get an unannounced visit in his
office today.] 

Chiten waved his hands, urging his twin along.  [After
school then.....]  Tenchi growled, frustrated at the
interruption of his precise schedule.  He plodded down
teh hall with Chiten floating beside him.

[All I know is this stupid place is so full that the
only spot that will be anything close to empty is the
bathroom.]  Shuffling through the halls for several
minutes, Tencis' obvious destination was the other
side of the building.

After a few minutes, the bathroom was in sight but
there was a line of people stretching to the outside
of it.  Halted by this unexpected revelation, he stood
stock still, observing the situation for a few
moments.  A smirk tainted his face and he started
shoving people aside, shouts and yells were heard but
ignored.  Tenchi pushed the door in while Chiten
conveniently passed through the wall.

The bathroom was nicely done for a school building. 
Black and white tile laced the floors and decorated
the walls up to the ceiling, which was snow white. 
The facilities consisted of five urinals, five stalls,
and four sinks in front of a large rectangular mirror.
 Everything, unfortunately, was occupied to the brim.

Tenchi marched up to the urinals shouting, "Get out! 
Get out now!"  Some of the people looked over their
shoulders but ignored the punk.

He growled, slipped his hand into the back of the
first student's shirt and flung him back.  The young
man stumbled and skidded onto the floor, spraying the
tiles and others while he was at it.  Everyone's
attention was caught when the young man cried out. 
"What the hell is your problem?!"

Tenchi dropped his bookbag near the wall and raced
over to the young man.  He bent down and picked him up
with only one hand, holding the prone teenager by the
neck about a foot into the air.  "When I say get out,
get the *fuck* out!  And that goes for all you
idiots!"  The young man resisted, flailing at Masaki
with his arms, but it did not phase our hero in the
least.

Tenchi dropped the school student unceremoniously on
his rump.  The young man scrambled to grab his stuff,
forgot to zip his pants, and dashed out the door. 
"That goes for the rest of you!  Get out now!" 

Students stared from their places at the urinals in
utter disbelief, one was even brave enough to ask,
"Where are the hell are we supposed to do this?"

He cackled as he first grabbed another two of the
three and hauled them back again, hurling them against
the door.  First they fell where they stood before
they made like rabbits, gathering up their bags and
then they escaped out into the hall, joined by the
last person, who was 'convinced,' as well.  He yelled
some advice after them.  "There are sinks in the
science lab, use them, or the trash cans if you need
to do any bigger business."

Tenchi caught a movement to the side, the flash of
beige as a hand attempted pushing the door open. 
Instantly, he kicked it shut, cramming the stranger's
hand between the door and the frame.  A strained voice
on the other side cried out, "Ouch!  My hand you
idiot!" 

Tenchi booted the door again.  "Then use your other
one when your dreaming of me tonight."

His focus turned solely back to the stalls.  He calmly
trod up to first one and punted it open, breaking the
lock.  Tenchi continued on forward without even
peering in.  "Get out!"  The second and third stalls
were treated in the exact same fashion.  But, he came
to the fourth stall and giggled giddily to himself. 
[Brother!  Someone special is in here, I can *feel*
it!] 

Chiten was leaning against the wall, still residing in
his astral form, when he replied, [That's good, but
don't you think you could have cleaned up the place a
little more subtly?]

Tenchi ignored the query and paced back and forth,
back and forth.  Making sure nobody came in from the
entrance and dangerously eyeing the last three of the
four people in the stalls.  His look conveyed that
they won't last long if they idled any further.  When
they rushed by him, he politely opened the door and
prodded them through with his foot.

With the last one out, Tenchi stuck out his hand and
the false Tenchi-ken appeared.  "Area protect.  Lab
computer disengage subspace room.  Lock door."  He
snickered on his way to the fourth stall.  Its door
still in place.

Heavy, short, labored breathing was audible, coming
from on the other side.  He rapped on the door and
cheerfully called out, "Little pig, little pig, let me
in."

A voice, quivering and small whimpered out, "One
minute." 

Masaki wagged his finger.  "No, no, no, little pig. 
Let me in or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll break
your face in."

Sounds of cloth rustling emanated from underneath the
stall, but Tenchi was already impatient with waiting
and kicked the door in.  On the other side sat a man
in his mid-forties, gaunt like a skeleton, unnaturally
bright white hair, dark circles lined his eyes, and
his face in general was haggard and tired looking.  He
was attired in a standard white business shirt and
black tie, blue slacks and boxers were dropped around
his ankles.  His jacket hung from the hook attached to
the door.  His face reflected absolute terror.

Tenchi smiled rather reassuringly smoothly greeted,
"Oooohhhh.  Hi Principal Izaka Hinawi!  How have you
been?!" 

The seated man bobbed his head repeatedly, short up
and downs making his noggin appear that it was
vibrating instead.  He squeked out, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh, 
hello Mr. Masaki." 

Masaki chuckled.  "Please, please, please.... call me
Tenchi." 

Hinawi complied, "Hi...... Tenchi."

The teenager pursed his lips.  "It seems I caught you
with your pants down.  In school, I always learn
something new everyday.  Interestingly enough, I
didn't know.... pure shit.... could..... shit." 

The man looked between his mocking student and his own
boxers.  "I'm sorry, I'll go now or I'll late for the
morning speech.  All the students will be wa-" 

He was cut off.  "They can wait, you know.  I want to
spend some *quality* time with *you*." 

Izaka immediately agreed.  "Ok, if you think that's a
good idea." 

High pitched laughter rang out in the room.  "Oh, it's
a *very* good idea."  It only increased when the
principal tried to back up into his seat even more,
cringing away from his crazed student.  "No, no, no. 
You should stand up my friend."  Hinawi shakily lifted
himself up off the toilet bowel, as he was about to
pull his pants and boxers up Tenchi cautioned, "Uh,
Uh, Uh.  Leave them down, why go through all the
trouble?" 

The middle-ager pleaded, "Tenchi?"

"Yes."

The principal sank to his knees, clasped his hands in
front of him, and blubbered out, "Please l-l-let me
die, please!  I can't even sleep for more than two or
three hours a night....  my life is constant pain and
misery.....  Pleeeeease!  Take pity on me!" 

With a shocked and hurt expression, his tormentor
exclaimed, "I promised I wouldn't kill you!  Are you
trying to make me break a promise?"

The school administrator shook his head pitifully. 
"Please!" 

"You're *funny* Principal Hinawi, but promises are
important, and I won't break this one.  Plus..... you
have plenty to be thankful for." 

"What..... wold that be......" 

Masaki turned his palms up and out, in a gesture
suggesting he was about to enlighten the man, but all
that came out of his mouth was purely condescending. 
"Well.... because of me, look how much weight you
lost!  Your hair, it's that cool white color now!  And
everyday.... won't be *like* today... I'm telling you
right now that's a plus!  Do you want to go......
jumproping..... it's good excercise!"

Hinawi clutched at his stomach, "Oh dear god no,
anything but that!" 

Tenchi tilted his head, "Stand up then." 

Shaking slow, the man pushed himself off his porcelain
seat.  The boy's sight traveled down to the
principal's crotch and said offhand, "Did I ever tell
you that I like to play ball games?" 

"Nooo......"

In a blink of an eye, Tenchi waved his hand and a
billiard stick appeared.  "This is what's called.....
a break shot!"  A feral expression gripped his face as
he expertly swung the billiard stick in between the
older man's legs.  Izaka screeched out in pain and
clutched himself as he fell back on the toilet seat. 
Tenchi admonished, "Tsk, tsk, tsk.  Really, why don't
you put your pants on?  Are you a pervert or
something?  Oh.... I forgot who I was talking to." 
The school administrator's face was tear streaked. 
Every few seconds was punctuated by his unintelligble
gasps. 

A good five minutes has passed, the one in pain
managed to struggle up onto the porcelain throne and
protectively put his underwear and slacks on, all the
time staring fearfully at his tormentor.  Tenchi
clapped his hands together and held them.  "Tell you
what, if you can get out of here in ten seconds....
I'll let you go."

The man's angushed face filled with smudge of hope....
he finished buttoning up his pants and limped, as best
he could, towards the exit.  Tenchi smiled amused
before helpfully moving out of his way.

"10.......9.........8........7" 

Hinawi reached the door and pulled on it.

"6..........5........4" 

The principal desperation shown forth and he began
pulling on the handle all the while cursing it out. 
"Open damn you!  Open, please open, pleaaaaaaase!"

"3......2......1" 

Shoulders slumped and started quivering, and pathetic
moaning filled the small personal sanitation facility.
 "Aeeeheeeah......."

Tenchi comfortably lumbered over to the sobbing sack
and chumily wrapped his arm around the man's
shoulders.  "Zero.  Prin-ci-pal Hinawi, are you my
*pal*?" 

"If you want to be Tenchi." 

"Gooooood.  Pals try to be there for each other.  Try
to *teach* each other.  What am I Principal Hinawi? 
Remember what I told you last time."

The administrator's entire frame was trembling.  "A
predator." 

Tenchi tittered.  "Not just any type of predator,
wrack your brains for the answer..."  The friendly
uplifting voice became the epitome of total
malevonence.  "Or I'll wrack them for you!" 

His 'pal' mumbled out, "A predator that preys on other
predators." 

"Gooood.  There are some more things I'd love to teach
you.  But first, turn that frown upside down, or I'll
turn you inside out.  OK!  Hmm."  Tenchi's eyes became
black orbs and his fangs extended, however he quickly
covered it up with Ryoko's demon mask.

"What the hell is with you face?!"

Tenchi took his two index fingers, poked the corners
of Izaka's lips, and forced the man's expression into
a exaggerated parody of a smile.  "Smile, sir, smile! 
In exchange for living and having this job since your
old school burned down, you were supposed to do some
minor favors for me.  First..."  The demon counted on
his digits.  "You were to make sure that the storage
room would remain empty at all times.  Second, I
wasn't supposed to see your ugly, dumb, annoying
face.... it really offends my *delicate*
sensibilities.  And third, my grades were supposed to
be A's and B's."

The man sank to the ground pleading as if he faced the
wrath of god.  "I can explain, really!" 

"Oh?" 

The shool's headmaster hoped beyond hope that he,
indeed, explain the situation satisfactorally.  "The
school, it's really crowded... I needed to put them
somewhere!"

"I don't care."

"I'm sorry, I sorry, that you had to see me.  Really
sorry!"

"Oh... if it continues like this, you'll be sorry,
alright."

"But... but... I don't understand.  I'm giving you A's
and B's.  I'm doing something right." 

"My phys. ed. grade...."

"I made it a B...."

Tenchi slapped his own face and crowed out, "But you
don't understand... I want an A!"

"No problem... I'll fix it tonight."

"Nah....  I want to earn it.... to show you how good I
am in physical education.  So you don't have to be
restless at night.... worrying whether or not I
deserved it.  It's simply the principle of the matter,
principal."

Chiten mused to his complement, [Brother, I'd think
that's the least of his worries.]

[Indeed.]  With one arm, Masaki reached out, gripped
the man's throat and pinched the air passage,
suffocating him. 

His hand luggage gurgled out, "Sorry.... sorry.... the
storage room...... cleared out..... anything" 

The man was resisting the demon's grip uselessy, and
his molester cocked his head to the side.  "No, no,
no.  This is 'anything' and it'll be good for you. 
See, you're an educator and so am I.  All I'm doing is
giving you is the best learning tools.  Time for
Tenchi's Obeatience School, class is in session!"

"Obedience?" 

The boy shook his head in mock frustration. 
"Obeatience!  See, in regular schools, students must
submit their papers to beat certain deadlines to get
into the institution.  Not every student gets in
because they have to meet certain standards."

Tenchi paused and continued proudly, "In *my* school,
students have to be substandard pieces of trash to get
in.  By certain deadlines, students must be beaten
into submission, and if they are lucky they get
institutionalized."

Licking his lips, the crazy Masaki demanded, "One last
thing, have you been good?"  He lowered the man's
bluish face to his own and stared into those tired
eyes.  "Have you been good?"  The dominating student
tentatively relaxed his grip.

"Uh huh." 

The hold retightened twice as much on the man's
throat.  Hinawi endeavor's to free himself took new
heights but Tenchi's only response was insane
giggling.  "You're lying." 

Again, he relaxed his grip a bit and the headmaster
sputtered, "I just read some magazines, that's all."

"Ooooh, I'm sure they were just for the articles? 
Where'd you get them?" 

Izaka shivered as if the room was freezing.  He
answered truthfully, despite knowing the consequences.
 "Underground." 

"Anything else?"

"No, that's all I swear." 

Tenchi scratched his chin.  "Hmm.... I like science,
in fact I've been working on a scientific hypothesis
for a long time."  The man nodded as best he could,
feigning great interest in his student's lecture. 
"Actually, it's three hypothesises.  One, if you wreck
the mind, then the body is only left an empty shell. 
Two, if you torture the body, then the mind will
eventually fall.  Three, do both, it's just as fun!" 
He lamented though, "The problem with hypothesises is
that they have to be proven, by testing them again and
again and again and again...."

A chain dog collar, or more specifically, a choker
collar, appeared in Tenchi's free hand.  He quickly
affixed it to the neck of the whimpering victim and
let him drop to the ground.  The boy cackled, "I like
games, do you like games?"

"If that makes you happy...."

"Good.  How about some trivia?"

"Okay...."

"What's a nickname for a marijauna smoker?" 

Hinawi turned inward for the answer when Tenchi
summoned a holotop and tapped it.  Immediately a small
subspace hole formed over the fool and a large ceramic
pot came crashing down, breaking with initial impact
from the poor man's skull.  Tenchi snickered.  "A
pothead."  Pumping his arms in joy, he exclaimed,
[Brother, now I know why Washu does that!  Do you want
to join in on the fun?] 

Chiten, who up to now was watching with detached
interest, reclined the offer.  [You're much better at
this than me.]

Tenchi materialized a baseball bat in his head.  "Next
question.  What is my favorite food?"

Izaka, still clutching at the sides of the pot
dazedly, was genuinely muddled at the line of
questioning.  Masaki twirled his his Louisville
slugger back, assumed the pose a real baseball player
takes before swinging, and struck the guy's right side
*hard*.  A sickening crunch reverberated throughout
the room and the administrator fell to his knees,
gasping for breath.  Tenchi reversed his grip on the
bat and pounded the man's other side, even more bones
snapped.  Hinawi tumbled to his hands, blood pouring
out of his mouth.

All traces of humanity left his voice when he
corrected the headmaster.  "Spare ribs.  Principal
Hinawi, where are your *spare* ribs?"  The wretch
exerted with all his remaining strength to get up but
was kicked brutally several times for his effort,
right in his damaged sides.  "Get up dog!  Class is
now in session, roll call has been taken, and lessons
will be learned.  Oh yes... they will be learned." 
Masaki pulled the chain roughly, deliberately causing
the principal to start choking, before he scrabbled
himself off the floor. 

The sufferer's shallow lungs labored to get the
breathing right and he was clutching his sides,
relying heavily on his tormentor's hold on the chain
in order to stay upright.  "See what a difference
learning through trivia makes.  Now for the real
lessons." 

Tenchi dumped the wailer back onto the ground.  "First
lesson:  You are my mochimono, an object, nothing more
than my property, to do with as I please!  If I tell
you to do something you do it without hesitation,
understood?"

"Yes."  The principal gave a weak nod of his head. 

"Second lesson Dog.  I am your master.  Who is your
master?!" 

Izaka weakly spit out the answer along with blood. 
"Ten.... chi."

Grabbing the chain, Tenchi dragged the hapless man
into the stall he previously occupied.  "Usually the
master has to make sure his dog is housebroken."  The
demon peer into the toilet, disgust lining his face. 
"But it seems my dog knows how to do that..... they
also usually drink from the toilet though."  He
gripped the back of the headmaster's shirt and dragged
him up over the bowl, "Drink you worthless little
nothing!"

The principal fumbled with his left hand around top of
the porcelain, obviously reaching for the lever. 
"What are you doing?!" 

Izaka, his mouth blocked by being beneath the rim,
squeaked out, "The toilet needs to be flushed." 

"Is that so?  Hmm...."  Masaki bought the bat over his
head and shattered the principal's hand, along with
some of the porcelain.  Over the agonized hollering of
the stooge, the boy howled out, "Dogs don't know how
to flush toilets...... drink!"

Hinawi's hand became numb or rather the buzzing pain
shooting up from his body didn't hit his effect his
mind so much anymore, his brain deliberately ignoring
the agony in order to survive this ordeal.  He gulped
and was ready to drink, but on pure reflex his head
lifted up slowly from beneath the rim, repulsed by the
smell.  Seeing this, Tenchi mercilessy kicked him in
the rear end.  The principal flew forward against the
porcelain, breaking his nose.  The cartilage and bone
broke towards the left, and the blood seeped from that
wound now as well. 

Chiten's double guffawed.  "Remember lesson number
one.... do it and I want to hear you lap it up untill
I tell you to stop!"  Hinawi's head dipped down again,
lapping sounds could be heard.

Two minutes later, Tenchi shouted, "BAD DOG, BAD DOG,
BAD DOG! That's disgusting, never ever drink from the
toilet, you disgusting, filthy maggot.  Do you hear
me?!"  He snatched a handfull of the man's hair and
yanked him out the stall.  Prodding his helpless
trainee in the ribs, Masaki joyously hooted at the
cries for mercy.  "The next lesson.  Dogs always look
out for their master!  They supposed to go out of
their way to find signs of danger and point them out
to their superior.  Ok, dog?!"

Tenchi laughed insanely and tilted his head, watching
his reflection in the long rectangular mirror.  "Did
you know that cameras are usually hidden behind
mirrors on earth?" 

Hinawi groaned out, not looking much better than a
chew toy.  He managed to mumble,
"No....cam..eras....."

Tenchi quizzically queried, "Do you believe in
superstition?" 

"No....."  Utter silence followed, and the beaten
administrator reversed his answer, stuttering out,
"Y-y-yes, y-y-yes I do." 

"I don't..... but I'm tolerant of those with other
beliefs so...."  The demon leered as he stepped on a
broken tile.  "Step on a crack, break someone's back."
 Masaki hefted the man up over his head, aided with
inhuman strength, dashed a few meters and threw his
human projectile into the mirror over the sink
station.

The man missile shattered the glass, as he himself was
shattered.  He fell onto the flat surfaced, faux
marble of the sinks and pieces of glass showered over
him.  Tenchi walked up to faucets, paying no heed to
his 'pal,' to examine the bared wall beneath the
mirror.  "Hmm... no taping devices.  Well, even your
type are correct once in awhile.  But its the lesson
that's important, not always the results."

Masaki proceeded to pick out the larger pieces of
glass that embedded themselves in the principal's
body, and hauled him up by the chain.  The entire
frame was trembling, Hinawi's eyes threatened to roll
back.  Tenchi cooly commented, "You're going into
shock.  Spine, nose, hand, and ribs.... broken....
it's a natural reaction among you humans.  You see,
your central nervous system is being overloaded and to
protect itself, it will try to make you pass out.....
if I don't heal you.  But I will heal you, otherwise
your memory might not remember everything you're
learning."

[Brother, may I borrow those wonderful wings?]

[Go ahead.... I guess I can't refuse such a polite
request.]

Tenchi closed his eyes, a Light Hawk Wing formed in
front of him and passed through the headmaster's
beaten body several times.  With every pass, the
principal healing accelerated until he was good as
new.  Soon, the only reminder of his lessons was the
remaining look of absolute terror in his eyes.

Tenchi let the man fall back down, and remarked, "Next
lesson." 

Izaka fell to the floor, his resistance worn away. 
"More lessons?!" 

Tenchi bent over with insane chortling.  "You always
told us in those brilliant speeches to 'never stop
learning.'  So *I* will keep teaching.  For the likes
of you, there is so much to learn."  He shuffled over
to the wall and flicked the light switch.

The room went pitch black.  Fortunately, the two twins
shared incredible night vision, they could see
everything.  Infrequently, their vision switched to
infrared.  A non-light based sight that accurately
sensed the varying temperature differences in their
line of sight, the headmaster's body became vary
degrees of red, while the bathroom was seen in shades
of blue, even the hot water pipes could be observed,
being thin red lines hidden behind the wall.  Having
switched back to lightbased night vision, it was
apparent the man was trembling on the floor, kneeling
down and protectively crossing his arms in front of
his face.  Obviously not being able to see anything,
he kept turning his head this way and that, trying to
determine where his attacker went.

Tenchi's giggled, he could smell his victim's fear,
tangible through sweat, blood, and tears.  Masaki's
voice, lately feral, had become very soft and slow. 
"The next lesson:  Dogs always live in the dark.......
always.  It could be bright as day outside but it
doesn't matter, they still slither in darkness.  Even
if they don't see their master, it doesn't mean he
isn't behind them, watching, waiting, judging their
every little movement.  There are no nightlights.  The
only path they can take is the one their master lets
them..... if they trudge off the beaten path, they
will be pathologically beaten.  Understand?  There is
no running, no hiding from me.....  that's the way it
is....."

Tenchi ignited his obsidian blade in his left hand....
it gave off no warmth in infra-red, but in regular
vision it did have its own peculiar light.... a
blackness darker than the rest of the room.  He walked
in absolute silence, stalking around Hinawi and the
tormented man twisted his head this way and that, in
stark terror trying to ascertain the boy's location.

The administrator shifted off his knees and faltered
in the gloom, groping around until he found a wall,
near the exit.  However, as soon as he touched the
door knob, Tenchi slashed his lower leg, searing the
inky edge into muscle.  Upon contact, the principal
fell down screaming, clutched at newest wound he
recieved.  "Ahheeahhh," he roared, his leg spasming in
pain.

Within the span of two minutes, the headmaster's agony
hasn't subsided, nor his vocal outlet expressing how
he felt.  Despite being in anguish, the man
determinedly crawled away on his stomach, using his
unhurt arms and legs.  Several meters later, his head
hit a stall and he latched onto it with all his
lagging might.  After he pulled himself up, he wisely,
but lucklessly kept scanning the area with his ears.

Tenchi grinned while swaggering around undetected
around the terrorized man.  The energy blade twirled
here and there, the constant sound terrifying the
headmaster with every whoosh.  Tenchi tagged his
victim's shoulder.  Hinawi figuratively jumped out of
his skin and bolted.  Now, that the man had limped
closer to the middle of the room, an open space with
no obstructions, Masaki's deadly playfulness came into
full bearing.

Whirling his weapon this way and that, the demon
circled his prey, who was in a pure nightmare, having
fits of fear, craning his cranium every which way to
avoid the inevitable.  In a sudden fury of action,
Tenchi stopped his game, and attacked.  Pure
unadulterated violence, he thrust...... jabbed.....
cut..... swung..... hit..... kicked.... pegged....
poked.... prodded.... rammed.... stabbed.....
nicked.... and generally embedded the blade many
dozens of times into flesh.  So quickly did he move,
that as soon as the principal clutched at one new
wound, two others appeared elsewhere.

Bored with his own display, Tenchi yawned and flicked
the lights back on.  Hinawi was curled up, in a fetal
position on the floor, covered with slashes, his
throat too sore to even hint at the extent of his
throbbing misery.  His injuries were not from any
normal knife, in the center of the gashes teemed an
unnatural black substance that to had a life of its
own.

Tenchi bent down and pryed the man's mouth open. 
Snatching the man's tongue between his index finger
and thumb, the crazed Masaki tugged until the pink
appendage flowed out of the mouth, forcing it to
become a bit longer than what could be considered
usual.  Using it essentially as a leash, he hauled the
headmaster to the side of the first toilet stall. 
With a flick of his wrist, a staplegun appeared in the
demon's hand, and he proceeded to fasten the impromptu
leash against the stall, securing it several times
neglecting the gurgled protests.  When he was done,
the blood ran down to floor, creating a crimson puddle
for the administrator to wallow in. 

Tenchi sent commands to the lab's computer, via a
holotop.  Two mechanical arms descended from a
subspace portal.  Immediately they latched on the
victim's wrists, and pulled them up toward the
ceiling.  It must have been a bittersweet treat for
the headmaster, previously only his tongue bore all
the weight, keeping him in place.

The demon whispered in the fool's ear.  "Though you
may think hurting now, it is mild compared to what I
*could* do.  In terms of pain, the body has a certain
threshhold that cannot be passed.  True pain.... it
can only be caused psychologically.  Laying siege to
the mind, that fragile private fortification where we
never truly allow anyone else to enter, is the true
path to the deepest depths of pain.  This simple truth
is nothing that can be comprehended by an acolyte of
simple body torture.  For you see, psychological pain
can be limitless and unending.... halted only by
death.  Even insanity isn't an escape, only a simple
coping mechanism."

Masaki switched sides, whispering in the other ear. 
"To truly understand the lessons, you have to
understand how the game of life works.  Oh yes!  It's
a game, nothing more and nothing less.....  What are
games, you ask?  Basically games consist of rules,
players, and masters.  Most players are suckers that
play by the rules, expecting to actually win, the
idiots.  And they follow this system of rules, some
explicit while most are implicit.  Their behavior is
reinforced by rewards and punishments.  For being
'good,' these sheep garner some meager scraps, for
being 'bad,' they recieve punishment.  It's *that*
simple.  In every corner and fabric of life, games are
played, on every level.  To control you, your every
move, to herd the flock of sheep in the direction the
masters want."

"Look at any of earth's cultures.  Religion.  It's
just a sytematic set of rewards and punishments, to
make you behave and act in a certain way.  If you
don't, it makes you feel guilty when in the end all it
is is someone else telling you that you've been bad...
and they take your money while they are at it. 
Governments are the same type of bullies.  None of
them want you to think for yourself... to decide
things for yourself... all they want is your
compliance."

Tenchi twisted the man's hair hard and pulled his head
back as far as his stapled tongue would allow. 
"Everywhere in our culture there are rules to make you
into a sheep.  You have to drive a certain way or a
cop stops you.  You have to dress a certain way or
your peers make fun of you.  In every instance at
home, work, or school you're conditioned and molded to
be what they want you to be.  Once in a while, the
stupid little sheep let out an annoying bleet in
protest, then they are thrown a little scrap to
satisfy them *and* sheep are quickly satisfied."

"Most people in life are sheep.  They get born.  At a
certain age they attend the hellhole called school for
this 'education' nonsense.... and almost daily for
years on end, they waste away their lives in it,
whether they want to or not.  They never were offered
a choice.... they just *have* to go.  Its the 'right'
thing to do."

"So these sheep scurry to and fro, doing what is
'proper' in their pathetic little lives.  Some strive
and work hard to get good grades, for their own
personal satisfaction.  Most of them so they bring a
stupid piece of paper, known as the report card, home
to mommy and daddy.  Otherwise they'll be in trouble
with their parent or the big bad principal."  At the
last point, Tenchi slammed the administrator's head
several times into the stall, making sure he
completely broke the man's nose.

"Then these sheep have to go to college or work.  At
both places it's the same old routine.  Scurrying back
and forth, meandering in their lives, thoughtlessly
putting up so much effort into getting another
worthless piece of paper either called a degree or
paycheck.  Someday they retire and eventually die."

The crazed Masaki increduously exclaimed, "And they
accept it, taking whatever they are given!  Wallowing
in blissful ignorance, oblivious that their pathetic
lives are so predictable and planned since day one!"

The demon's somber tone become gleeful, during his
lecture.  "However, some players recognize these
unseen masters.  The wolves in sheeps clothing. 
Religions attack them as heretics, governments label
them as rebels or traitors.  Parents disown them and
never reacknowledge their children as such...."

"I'm a wolf in sheeps clothing.  I used to be such a
stupid little sheep, but no matter how much I followed
the rules, all I got was pain and punishment.  I tried
to be good, I really did, but it was ultimately
futile.  My master was harsh and brutal and I wasn't
even a person, but a thing.  Since then, I decided to
be my own master, make my own destiny, and now you're
part of my flock.  Unfortunately, you're such a
filthy, disgusting, little sheep that I have to teach
you to be good."

Tenchi stepped back and declared, "If you follow the
rules, you'll just live in the daily hell you deserve.
 If you break these simple rules, I never give demerit
points, only pain and punishment.  Consider your
average day like kindergarden, today was 4rth grade. 
Next time, I'll become the Head Professor of a
Doctorate course.  Understood?"

Izaka limply nodded his head and Tenchi patted him on
the shoulder.  "Good."  He seized the man's bloodied
tongue and ruthlessly ripped it from its fixture.  The
mechanical arms swung around and manuevered the
hanging principal back to the center of the room.  His
tormentor cackled, "Sticks and stones might break your
bones, but I'll make you wish you were in different
time zones."  The demon's gleeful laughing died down
after he stretched out his arm.  The bat, lying prone
on the floor, flew to his waitng hand.

Masaki coolly commented, "I need some batting
practice, you don't mind, do you?"

Having difficulty talking with his swollen tongue,
Hinawi sputtered out, "No pleath no!"

"Sir, yes means no and no means yes."

"..... yeth pleath yeth..."

"Only because you asked for it!"  The demon started
singing, "The foot bone is connected to the ankle
bone....."  Wack!  Wack!  Wack!  Wack!  Sickening
crunches accompanied each swing and the victim's
screeches provided the background chorus after each
line.  "The ankle bone is connected to the knee bone."
 Wack!  Wack!  Ironically and contrary to the song,
Tenchi seemed intent on disconnecting the very bones
he was singing about, and it became a bottom to top
job, ending with the arms, until he reached the high
point of the melody.  "And that is the end of my song,
otherwise my principal won't last too long!"

The headmaster's body was wreck, flopping around like
a broken rag doll, barely moving except for the
spasmodic tremors that rolled through him.  While his
eyes were threatening to roll back, one of Washu's
sprays materialized in the pathological boy's hands. 
He injected the substance in the man's neck, "This
will prevent your brain from shutting down for at
least two hours.  I need to think about what to do
with you, and you need to think about what you learned
today."

The demon jumped up on the sink station, contemplating
the afflicted man, who was writhing in misery, with
pride.  Tenchi sighed to himself, [Brother, I'm going
to sit here a while.  I hope that I've been a good
shepherd.]

Chiten, still in his astral form, inclined his head
slightly.  [Do what you will.]  Both waited there for
a good hour and a half, looking at the administrator
impassively.  Neither spoke a word to each other or
moved.  Hinawi's moaned and wailed alternatively, a
noise that echoed around the room.  The time passed
rather slowly, neither one of them really payed any
attention to the man or his pitiful situation.

Finally Tenchi slid off the sink station and advance
onto the suffering man.  A scapel appeared in Tenchi's
hand... he cut into his own wrist deeply.  As red
blood started spilling out, he held his mochimono's
jaw open with one hand.  Moving his lacerated wrist
over his victim's mouth, he hissed, "Demon Blood." 
The trickle of crimson transistioned into a thick,
black, inky substance, and it oozed forth freely into
the broken mangled mouth of the headmaster.  More and
more of the substance invaded the man, the wounds from
the cursed blade gradually lost the unhealthy black
sheen, and took on the appearance of normal cauterized
slashes left behind by any other energy sword.

Tenchi withdrew from the wretch and nonchalantly
summoned the Light Hawk Wings, passing them through
the subdue principal several times.  Healing the man
back to condition he was in before minus the tattered
clothing.  Upon command, the mechanical arms detached
themselves and disappeared back to the void they came
from.

Hinawi slumped to the floor, heal in body but not in
mind.  His tormentor casually tossed the scapel in his
face and instructed, "Now, show me what you are." 
Hinawi hesitated, questioningly gazing at the scapel. 
"I said show me what you are!"  Still, not eliciting a
response, Tenchi growled, lifted his arm and closed
his hand into a fist.  "Gono imaset mochimono Izaka." 

Hundreds of runes illuminated on the headmaster's
body, shining in obsidian brilliance even through all
clothing.  All the symbols were distinctly foreign and
reside from his neck to his ankles. 

After howling the most hideous and enraged screams,
enduring a torment worse than any of the previous
physical abuse, Hinawi gasped, "I will show you."

Tenchi relaxed his fist, and coldly stated, "Do it." 

The middle aged man tore off the shambles of his shirt
off.  He plucked the scapel off the ground, hesitated
momentarily, then reluctantly sketch familiar runes
into both of his forearms.  His attempt at
self-mutilation barely pierced his skin, but already a
trickle of blood dripped onto his pants and the
bathroom tiles.  "I am filth.  I am shit.  I am
dishonor.  I am nothing." 

The demon growled savagely, "Do it again!  Deeper!" 

The bleeder switched the scapel, in order to engrave
the first arm again.  "I am filth.  I am shit.  I am
dishonor.  I am nothing."  This time the scapel dug
into the epidermis.  The scapel wielder wore an
expression of utter pain and his skin was highlighted
by the sheen of sweat.

Tenchi, however, was not pleased, "Again!" 

Hinawi yelped out, unable to contain the pain.  The
scapel had finally bit into muscle.  "I am filth.  I
am shit.  I am dishonor.  I am nothing."  Blood was
flowing in red rivers, their source were the four
runes.

"Again!" 

Izaka, his entire frame quivering, stopped holding the
scapel like a pen.  Instead, he grit his teeth and
gripped it in his hand like a dagger, the sharp point
sticking out from the bottom.  "I am filth.  I am
shit.  I am dishonor.  I am nothing." 

The demon lumbered forth and examined the handiwork,
the cuts were so deep that ivory slivers peeked
through the bloody mess, the scapel had actually hit
the bones.  "Finally..... you have shown me what you
really are.....  gooood."  The tormentor pedaled back
summoned the Light Hawk Wings, their healing power was
so complete that the deep cuts completely disappeared,
leaving not a scrap of evidence behind.

Some sort of scanning device flew around the
principal, and vanished as fast as it came.  A set of
clothes, identical to the headmaster's attire except
in condition, popped out of a portal next to him. 

"Change now, in the stall." 

The man alternately eyed the clothing and the boy. 
Although he made several motions to move it wasn't
until Tenchi grunted and stomped threateningly close
that he snatched the bundle and dashed into the stall.
 The demon summoned the false Tenchi-ken to his hand. 
"Lab computer, clean up this room."

The shattered remains of the mirror, the lock on the
last stall door, the billiard stick, baseball bat and
the vast amount of smeared blood all vanished. 
Everything that broke was replaced, and the whole
bathroom became cleansed, leaving not a single clue
about the true activities that went on for the last
several hours.  He reverted his eyes and teeth to
their usual guise before tossing the demon mask into
subspace. 

"When you're done, come here dog!"

Hinawi reluctantly toddled out of the stall, fighting
for every step that bought him closer to the crazed
Masaki.  Once within a few feet of his tormentor, he
halted, not being able to bring himself any closer. 
Tenchi sprang forward and pressed his hilt against the
principal's forehead. "Trance."

"Institute memory block, memory change.  Izaka, you
remember the repeated beatings and pain which you
deserved and recieved by ordinary means.  You don't
remember anything I did which seems magical except for
your own body being healed by a miraculous method, but
you don't remember the bright light which accompanied
that action.  You don't remember me wearing a demon
mask.  You will not question anything that happened
nor would you ever tell anyone."

Tenchi put the beige handle away into his pant's
pocket.  "Awaken."

(His screen was flooded with fast moving images. 
Apparently, he was feeding the principal's mind a
false memory.  It consisted essentially exactly what
they just went through, minus any of the unexplainable
elements, such as the materialization of items or the
Light Hawk Wings.)

Hinawi's eyelids fluttered and he immediately
backpedaled from the boy.  "May I leave sir?"  Masaki
looked on impassively, not uttering a word or
indicating the answer any other way.  The headmaster's
breathing quickened and he kneeled, bowed deeply, and
placed his hands to the floor.  "Thank you for
teaching me, master.  May I leave?" 

The demon cocked his head to the side, and
contemplated whether the man displayed the proper
amount of fear and respect.  Instantly deciding the
answer, he skipped forward and clobbered the wretch's
mouth with his foot.  After having slid back several
feet, the principal lay prone on the floor, coughing
out his bloodied front teeth.

"Let this be another lesson and reminder.  Dogs should
never, ever bite the hand that beats it." 

"Yesth thsir." 

Tenchi materialized a medium sized white towel behind
his back and handed it to the cowering man, who
stammered, "You not going to heal thith."

"I heard public employees have good dental plans, use
it.  Now get out!"  Hinawi bowed with extreme
politeness and ran to the door like a bat out of hell.
 Masaki clucked his tongue and the headmaster froze in
place, his knuckle whitened while it was clamped onto
the handle.  "Your next speech should begin like
this.... 'Four semesters and several beatings ago, my
master brought forth in this school a new principal,
one who has no liberty, and is dedicated to the fact
that he is a dog, not equal to any man.'"  The fool
noodded his aggreement before being told, "Leave and
cover your face, you piece of filth."

Desperately, the cowed man jerked on the door since it
wouldn't budge.  Tears streamed down his face.  "Not
more..... pleasth not more...." 

"What were those numbers again?" 

In between the desperate struggles with the door
barring his freedom the man squeaked out, "I-I'm thso
thsorry.  39 and 34." 

"That is what will haunt you the rest of your life. 
Class dismissed.  Obeatience School is closed.  Empty
that storage room in twenty minutes.  Ohhh.... I think
I earned my A in phys.ed., don't you?" 

"Yesth thsir!"

[Release protection area.]

The man gasped in meager joy, the door finally opened!
 Quickly he covered his bloodied face with the towel
and beat it without taking one look back.  Tenchi
ambled forward, intent on shutting the door but a
shorter, obese, teenaged figure scrambled in
beforehand.

The demon scowled.  [Brother, look at this, like
insects to a damned flame.  Beatings must be in demand
these days.]

[Wait!  Why not just let him take care of business?!]

[I'll take care of business all right.... by kicking
his ass through the wall if I have to!]

The student jogged his hefty weight to a urinal and
proceeded to relieve himself.  To prevent anybody else
from entering, Tenchi leaned against the door while he
crossed his arms and hissed out, "Amagasaki
Kazuhiko....."

The student craned his head over his shoulder, he was
blessed with very thick lips and a bulging, wide nose.
 "Oh hi Tenchi!  Where you've been all year, no one
sees you around, probably always hiding in here, huh?"


The addressed person's face remained neutral, even
throughout the jibe.  "Finish what  you're doing and
get out."

Amagasaki focused his attention back to the urinal. 
Within a minute, he bounced on his heels and zipped up
his pants.  "Man, I've been waiting out there a full
ten minutes, you know that other people are waiting
too?  You shouldn't block the door.... oh well!  The
principal never showed up for the speech.  I wonder
what happened to him?"

Tenchi shrugged, "I heard he had another school to go
to." 

Kazuhiko laughed.  "Yeah right, whatever.  Yo, I heard
you have a bunch of hot chicks living at your place,
what's up with that?"

Tenchi sighed, "Wild rumors...... there's nothing to
it...." 

The plump teenager waved his fist in front of his
friend's nose.  "No way.  I saw a couple of them in
town just a few days ago!  There's even a cute
blond.... I caught her name.... Mihoshi?  It fits her
too!  She really puts the 'ho' in Mihoshi, a real
bimbo!"

Quirking an eyebrow, Tenchi simply responded, "Oh?" 

The fat student leered, started swinging his hips back
and forth and pumping his arms in an obscene manner. 
"Yeah!  How come you're not sharing the love Masaki?" 

"Whatever, just get out already!"

Wagging a finger, Amagasake chided, "Is that a way to
treat your old buddy?  After all the things I did for
you?  Get me a date with her and I'll bet I give her a
night she'll never forget!" 

Chiten thought wryly, [But one she'll try hard to
forget nightly.]

Tenchi chuckled and Amagasake got cross.  "What's so
funny?"  With the faucet, he wet two fingers and
slicked his hair back.  "I'm a real lady killer, you
know?" 

Tenchi yawned, "Maybe I should report you to the
police then, I can't let you run loose on the streets
now, can I?" 

The braggart grinned, formed his hand into a gun and
clicked his thumb.  "You know it pal!"

"Stop hassling me and get out of here, I'm telling you
for the last time."  Frustration resounded in his
voice.

"Getting jealous Tenchi?  I'm telling ya, I'll bag her
in less than an hour after you introduce us.  Let me
come over to the shrine and I'll show you.  Come on,
we're friends, aren't we?"

The demon's eyes flashed before he cooled down.  "You
know, you're right.  Tell you what.  I'm going to let
you make a choice." 

His friend smiled deviously and started rubbing his
hands together.  "Oh yeah, tell me all about it?"

Tenchi slid the hilt out of his pocket.  [Area
protect.  Lab computer disengage subspace room.  Lock
the door.]  "I'm going to let you make a choice I
*never* really had.  You get to choose which path to
take.  First choice: you can come to the shrine
anytime you want, but it will cost you your soul. 
Second choice, forget this entire conversation, my
friend, and leave as if nothing happened.  But be
careful, the more tempting choice has hidden costs,
think it over."

The brawny lad mocked, "Ooo, my soul, I'm *so* scared!
 Whatever, I guess I'll take the first choice, wait
till the chicks get a dose of Amagasaki."

At his answer, Chiten charged forward.  [Brother
please, don't do this, he's our friend!] 

Tenchi ignored the plea, lunged forward, and hooked
the obese student by his shirt collar.  "What did you
do to him?!  Where is he?!  How dare you betray him,
he was your best friend?!  Where is he?!"  He rattled
the befuddled pupil back and forth.

Chiten placed his ghostly hand on Tenchi's shoulder. 
[Brother, this is Amagasaki, not Grekron, remember.] 

Tenchi shook his head, coming out of a daze.  "Yes,
Amagasaki, I remember him now... thank you."

"Who are you talking to?" 

Tenchi laughed and set the confused student down and
smoothed out his shirt.  "Oh nothing, but please do
come to the shrine.  You see, with all these girls
around, I found certain feelings I never knew I had." 
He casually rubbed his friend's arm, leaned forward,
and whispered sultrily, "And we can have a picnic in
the woods if you want, us two *alone.*  Wouldn't that
be..... romantic?"

Amagasaki slapped the hand off, annoyed at the
unexplained sign of affection.  "Stop fooling around."


Masaki pouted.  "No, no, no, my friend, wait... we can
be more than friends.  A *lot* more." 

As he pressed his body up against Kazuhiko's, the fat
student strode backwards, only to have the demon
keeping pace until they hit a wall.  "Stop it now,
stop joking around, will you?!  Definitely not in
here!  I got your point already, you can stop now!"

"You don't *get* it."  In a low husky voice, the
leaner student added, "Nobody gets me, but I *hope*
you do.  You see...."  He licked his lips
suggestively.  "I missed you, being apart from you is
killing me, at first I thought it was just missing a
friend.... but over time, I don't know anymore.  Don't
you miss me?  Hasn't our time apart been gnawing at
you?  Perhaps you want to go to the shrine for more
reasons than Mihoshi......  You know I have it all....
brains.... brawn.... what more could you want?"

Amagasaki ducked under the would-be seducer and
barreled over to the door.  While he unsucessfully
tried to heave it open, Tenchi grasped his shoulder,
whirled him around, and tore off his shirt in one
blinding motion.  The psychotic Masaki caressed one of
Amagasaki's breasts.  "You know what's really nice
about you?  Since you're such a chubby little
son-of-a-bitch, you have nice sized man boobs.  Can
you do some jumping jacks for me?"

The overweight teen blanched, Tenchi never acted
remotely like this before, "Please.... just stop!" 

Tenchi cackled.  "Pleeeeze, it would only enhance that
manly sexiness that surrounds you!"  He snidely
commented to his twin, [Actually, the only thing
surrounding him is that sweaty stench.... yuck!  He
needs to take a shower!]

Focusing back on his weighty friend, Tenchi started
stroking Kazuhiko's black hair.  "Your whole body, wow
what manliness!"  He stepped back, holding his
squirming friend at arm's length, appearing impressed
as he scanned the exposed, pale, protuding midsection.

Chiten couldn't help joking, [What about this boy do
you like?] 

[Shut your stupid trap, you piece of Jurain garbage. 
Or do you want to be the one doing this?]  Tenchi
resumed appraising the writhing student.  "Did I tell
you that after a workout in gym that your body
glistens.  The shine of your sweat is *sexy*, that
sheen resembles a jello cake left out in the sun.  And
your fat rolls jiggle just like jello.  I already have
a pet name for you.... Fat Chops.  Do you like it?"

Chiten snorted, [That's soooo romantic, are you
courting him or insulting him.]

Tenchi scoffed, [He's very sensitive about his weight.
 You have to poke holes into your enemy's
insecurities....]

The student angrily remarked, "If you want to make fun
of me, you can do it another way." 

Tenchi pouted, "I wouldn't do such a thing, Fat Chops.
 I swear."  Fast as lightning, he undid the teen's top
button on his jeans, and pulled the zipper down.  "Fat
Chops, do you want to use a condom or go the natural
way?"

Amagasaki stuggles gain a new desperation, as if his
life depended on it.  "Let go of me now you Sicko!" 
However, due to the demon's strength, his resistance
was futile. 

"Maybe ribbed for your pleasure..... all you have to
do is tell me."  Tenchi playfully stroked the pupil's
chest.

"You can't serious, let me go!" 

"I'm sorry, I guess you want a normal condom.  Let me
show you that this is for real."  Masaki leaned
forward, licked the student's lips, and planted a
full-blown french kiss on Amagesaki.

"Yuck, what the hell is wrong with you?!  Let me go." 
He aims several punches at the demon, but they were
all easily blocked. 

"Let's get down to business."  Tenchi ripped his
friend's shirt off, formed the obsidian blade while
wiping his mouth off with his free hand, and started
carving something into Amagasaki's neck. 

Chiten screamed out, [Please don't do it!  Don't
enslave him!  Stop the ritual!  He's our friend!] 

He heard a snort and an angry reply shot back.  [I
have no friends.] 

Chiten tried reasoning with his twin.  [Alright,
alright..... at least put him in a trance so he won't
feel it.]

[What do I care?!]

[Then he won't move around....]

[I like to play with my prey.]

[If he doesn't move..... he can't accidently touch
you....]

Tenchi pursed his lips.  "Trance."  Amagasaki stopped
putting up resistance, his hands even fell lifelessly
to his sides.  The demon flicked his wrist and the fat
student's jeans dropped by some unseen force. 
Laughing, he pointed to the exposed boxers.  "Oh how
cute, little pictures of fruit.  My so-called friend,
he always has food for thought."

The demon's eyes and fangs returned, and he summoned
the demon mask.  He shortened the inky blade to the
length of a dagger and went to work, plunging that
cursed weapon into the skin again and again.  Soon
foreign runes covered the hefty sized body, the
charcoal sword leaving behind a black, swirling,
living, mass.  The engraver made quick work of it,
obviously very practiced in the art.  At times, he
roughly handled the standing body mentally, turning it
about when he needed to write on the back and sides. 
Hundreds of runes later, which only took appoximately
five minutes, Tenchi voice rose to a gutteral chanting
in an unearthly language.  It was a hypnotic but rough
melody which he finished by slashing two last symbols
on his victim's chest and with words, "Amagasaki
Mochimono, Tenchi Mochinushi."

The runes illuminated one by one, emblazened with dark
light, the pattern moving sequentially in the order
they were written.  As the last kanji came to life and
died down, Tenchi summoned another scapel to cut his
wrist.  "Demon blood."  He pried Amagasaki's mouth
open, held his wrist over the maw, and let the inky
black goo drop into his new slave's throat.

While the last vestiges of the cursed blade
disappeared from the wounds, Tenchi called forth the
Light Hawk Wings, healing Kazuhiko.  Holding out the
hilt, he pressed it to his slave's forehead. 
"Institute Internal Directive.  Come to the storage
room at your lunch break tommorrow."

Putting the conspicuous items away and reverting his
features, Tenchi mentally pulled the pants back up,
but left them unbuckled.  "Awaken."  Kazuhiko's
eyelids fluttered while Tenchi guffawed.  "Now my
friend, bend over!"

Amagasaki's eyes bulged out when Tenchi flicked his
tongue close to his slave's face.  He shoved Tenchi
away with all his might before scrambling for the
exit.  Masaki commanded the lab, via the hilt. 
[Release protection area.]  The bare chested teen took
one last, disgusted hard look at his former friend and
bolted out, pathetically holding his jeans up by one
hand.

Tenchi leaned against the door, unwilling to cope with
any other students at the time.  "Area protect.  Lab
computer disengage subspace room.  Lock door." 
Instantly, he double over with laughter and crowed
out, "Au revoir mon Fat Chops.  Parting is such sweet
sorrow!"

Chiten, finally, teleported his mass over to himself
and taunted, "Was kissing him better than kissing
Yosho?" 

His double hissed, "Shut up."  He cooled down and
slyly voiced his opinion, "I'd imagine it's better
than kissing Ayeka, but then again *anything* would be
better than that."

In turn, Chiten seethed, "Kissing her is better than
kissing one's sister.  I'd say that much." 

His complement leered.  "Let us ask Yosho, he probably
knows all about kissing Ayeka.  Shall we?"

Chiten, always one to easily get jealous, turned his
back intend to ignore his taunter.  But the copy
silently stalked behind him and whispered in his ear,
"I can even imagine a conversation between Ayeka and
Yosho, how would it go?"

Tilting his head, Tenchi alteranated between a shrill
shriek, parodying a little girl's voice, and an
exaggerated, deeper, slower, gruff old man's voice.

"Brother Yosho, look how looooooooong yours is!"

Chiten trembled, clenching his fists, and rasped,
"Shut up!" 

Tenchi only cackled in resonse.  "Brother!  Even
though your old now, it's still so looooooooooong. 
Buuuuuut...... now it's discolored and limp too."

"Ayeka, sister, that's easily explained.  Centuries of
wear and tear and use made it so.  And really..... I
don't clean it enough."

"Can I stroke it brother?  I still like it, it's just
as loooooooong like it was on Jurai.  And it's not
like other boy's, your's is straight and doesn't hang
to the side."

Chiten roared in indignation, "Stop your stupid lies! 
Such a thing never happened!"

"Okay, my beautiful sister, but you have to remember a
few things.  Start at the base and don't grip it too
hard.  That especially hurts at the tip.  And don't
yank, you always like to do that but it hurts."

"Can I stick it in my mouth Brother Yosho?  When I
stroke Daddy's, he doesn't mind when I stick it in my
mouth.  But he says to make sure no one is around,
even mommies Misaki and Funaho,  I guess it's too
embarrassing for him."

After imitating the old man's lamentful sigh, Tenchi
continued his act.  "Dad got embarassed when I did
that too... but Ayeka, really!  I only did that when I
was little."

Chiten escaped his doppelganger's iron grip and went
to the other side of the room.  "You are so sick!"

"Brother Yosho!  What is this sticky stuff?!  Should I
lick it off my hands?"

"Ayeka... I was in the shower this morning and got
carried away with cleaning it.  I suppose I didn't
rinse it off well enough.  I don't know about you but
I wouldn't put that stuff in my mouth."

"Does yours still stand straight up in the morning,
like on Jurai, Brother Yosho?  No matter how hard I
tried, it wouldn't settle down.  Sometimes, it poked
me in the eye or tickled my nose!"

"I know sister.  You always tried so hard to push it
down but you should know that it's natural.  It still
does that, I would never have guessed, that in my old
age, it still be this excitable."

Chiten punched the wall in frustration.  "They never
did it and especially that!  Lying idiot!  Besides
Yosho had that girlfriend from the galaxy police,
Airi."

Tenchi reverted back to using his normal voice, "Of
course Ayeka did that, she played with it all the
time." 

Chiten growled at his twin's lies.  "They never had
sex, why do you like harassing me with your fairy
tales?!"

Tenchi shook his head sadly, appearing disappointed
with his double's train of thought.  "Really!  You
have such a dirty mind.  I was talking about when
Ayeka played with Yosho's hair when she was little. 
Man, you have an overactive imagination.  And *I'm*
the sick one?"

Chiten ignored the fool and started typing.  A
subspace portal opened and they stepped through it
together.  On the other side, it became apparent that
they were transported to the secret portion of the
lab.

"Lab computer: Release protection area in the school's
bathroom.  Unlock door.  Get me some mouthwash." 

"Confirmed."

A small cup arrived via portal, Tenchi grabbed it,
consumed the contents and gargled for a good five
minutes.

Walking around his busy partner, Chiten mischievously
prodded him in the ribs and taunted, "Ryoko's little
kissing demon strikes again!" 

Tenchi whirled on him and spat the liquid, carefully
aimed at his brother's face.  Chiten gleefully laughed
and sidestepped the fluid.

Tenchi satisfactorily nodded.  "Good job.  That
concludes our training for today.  I'm really tired
lately.....  do what you want.  After school though,
we're paying Fat Chop's mommy a visit."  Chiten arched
his eyebrows and Tenchi simply replied, "You'll see. 
God I wished I had some acidic mouthwash, yuck!"

The two went on their seperate ways, Chiten retreated
to the duplicate of Ryu-oh, Tenchi took a shower.
 

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