Mugen Tenchi Muyo!

A Tenchi Muyo fanfiction series by Keiichi Masaki and Joe "Chi-ohki" McKenzie


NOTE: All characters original to the Tenchi Muyo!TV1 series portrayed in this story, as well
as all those from the Tenchi-Muyo! Ryo-Ohki OVA series, are the sole property of AIC and
Pioneer Animation. Any appearance of them in actual life is purely coincidental. Tenchi-Muyo!
material and paraphernalia listed within is copyright Pioneer Animation 1997. Kyoto
Minamoto, Muriyaki Kushiragi, Chisako, Chi-Ohki, and all other related characters are the
sole property of Keiichi Masaki and Joe McKenzie.

 

Direct all comments and criticism to Keiichi_dono@scifianime.com or Muriyaki@hotmail.com.

 

Episode 12.5

No Need For A Honeymoon!

 
For those of you unfamiliar with MTM, here are the basic "facts" (if that word can apply in fanfiction) 
and changes (as of ep. 12):

1:  Takes place in the TV continuity, after Tenchi Universe and TMiL.
2:  Kiyone and Tenchi are in love, married (by this point, between eps. 12 and 13), and are the new Emperor and 
Empress of Jurai..
3:  Ryoko is married to Kyoto Minamoto, a male space pirate (think Kagato with a conscience) whom she was 
married to in a past life (ditto for the Ten-Kiyo relationship).  Both of them have been pardoned by Tenchi.
4:  Ayeka has rekindled a romance with an old friend on Jurai's Supreme Council.
5:  Sasami has been adopted by Tenchi and Kiyone as their daughter.
6:  Mitsuki has replaced Kiyone as Mihoshi's partner.
7.  There are three goddesses, but Washu isn't one of them.  In her place in this continuity is Murasaki, who is
Kyoto's mother.
8:  Nobuyuki isn't nearly the pervert that some think he is ("Flickering Images" fits into this timeline--in 
fact, it takes place just before the first episode.
9:  Nagi has been revealed to be Ryoko's older sister (if you ask why she's been chasing her and 
trying to kill her then, it's because she -just- found out).
10:  If you read between the lines, you can start to guess who Ryoko and Nagi's mother is (although I still
haven't quite figured out the logistics of it yet).  The father too--and if you've seen OVA eps. 11 and 12,
it'll make you laugh.
11:  Funaho is still Yosho's mother (after his father died facing Kain, she went into galactic politics 
and is now the president of the Galaxy Federation).  Misaki is Kiyone's mother and a bigshot in galactic 
politics--oh, and Kiyone's a princess too.  

Since this is the text version, thoughts are represented by an underscore before and after each thought.

Note: This special episode takes place between Mugen Tenchi Muyo! episodes 12 ("No Need
For A Wedding!") and 13 ("No Need For Babies!"), chronicling the events of Tenchi and
Kiyone’s honeymoon. This is an official part of the Mugen Tenchi Muyo! storyline. The only
thing keeping it from being included in the series proper is its graphic sexual content. Enjoy!

 

                 "Won’t you take my heart, don’t leave me here standin’

                          Take my heart, like only you can

                        Take my heart, there is no resistance

                         I can only go as far as you can...."

 

--Corey Hart, "Take My Heart"*

                                       

 

 

Ayeka is shaking her head. "I still don’t get why Tenchi and Kiyone would want to take their
honeymoon here on Earth. They’re the Emperor and Empress of Jurai! They could go anywhere
in the universe they wanted!"

"Tenchi’s still not quite ready to let go of Earth," answers Katsuhito calmly. "That’s why he had
the Supreme Council set it outside the normal lines of galactic expansion and make it a special
protectorate of Jurai. He may be the Emperor, but he will be coming back a lot." He picks up
another rice cake and starts nibbling on it. 

"Speaking of coming," asks Kyoto, sipping his tea, "they’ve been gone a week now, and they
won’t be back for another two. What do you think they’re up to?"

"Oh, great choice of words," quips Ryoko. "If they want to have a little--or, as is more likely, a
lot of--fun with each other, we can’t stop them. They’ve been holding themselves in so long that
if you tried to stop them, Tenchi would probably sic the whole Jurai Navy on us."

"Auntie Mihoshi, what are they talking about?" asks Sasami. Since having been adopted by
Tenchi and Kiyone, a lot of her little-girlishness has returned. It appears that having a mommy
and daddy again has given the young princess a break from having to be the mature one.

Mihoshi looks embarrassed. "Um, it’s nothing, Sasami, nothing we need to hear about."

"Are they talking about what Mom and Dad are doing on their honeymoon?" asks the precocious
princess. Her face suddenly lights up with a grin. "They’re being naughty, arent they?" 

All the adults in the room are suddenly quiet, embarrassed, as any respectable adult should be
when caught talking about unsavory topics in the presence of pre-adolescents. Finally, Katsuhito
breaks the silence by clearing his throat. "Sasami--"

"They are, aren’t they?" giggles Sasami. "I know, because I was watching Mom pack for her
honeymoon, and she was packing all these tiny bikinis, and her schoolgirl’s outfit, and all the
stuff Dad likes to see her in!"

"What are we talking about now?" asks Nobuyuki, coming into the living room with another tray
of snacks.

Sasami suddenly remembers a question that’s been nagging at the back of her mind for months.
"What does ‘well hung’ mean?"

Nobuyuki abruptly drops his tray, Ayeka and Mihoshi blush, Ryoko giggles, Kyoto sighs in
resignation, and even Katsuhito looks somewhat disturbed. Nobuyuki is about to ask where she
heard that phrase when Washu comes out of her lab, surprised by the sudden silence. "Why’s
every one so quiet?"

"Oh, Washu!" Sasami runs over to her. "Do you know what ‘well hung’ means?"

Washu is visibly shocked. "Sa-Sa-Sasami, where did you hear that phrase?"

"Lotsa places," answers Sasami. "I remember it from the wedding. Grandma Misaki kept
bugging Mom, asking her how well hung Dad was, and Mom didn’t wanna tell her. But Grandma
Misaki kept asking, even telling Mom how well hung Grandpa Nobuyuki is--" This draws
everyone’s attention to Nobuyuki, who starts blushing. "--and finally, Mom whispered
something in Grandma Misaki’s ear, and she looked real happy!"

No one quite seems to have heard the rest. They’re too busy staring in shock at Nobuyuki. Ayeka
is the first to find her voice. "Lord Nobuyuki! What did you do with Senator Misaki?!"




In Bali, it’s about noon, and Tenchi is standing on the beach house’s porch, stretching and
yawning. Dressed only in an unbottoned tropical-print shirt and khaki shorts, he inhales deeply
of the fresh, salt-laced sea air. He looks around and smiles, the deep turquoise sea and pearly
sand setting him at ease more quickly than he would have thought possible. Yet he knows that
it’s not the tropical setting that gives him this incredible serenity. An image floats into his head:
that of a lovely young lady with long blue-green hair, a delightfully athletic body, large sapphire
eyes radiating love and amusement, full lips turned upward in a gentle smile, and a
reddish-orange headband.

Kiyone.

The very thought of her fills Tenchi with a mixture of love, longing, and just plain lust. He tries
to push back the last part, remembering that the last time time they made love was less than two
hours ago. In fact, he doesn’t believe that there’s been a period of time longer than five hours in
the past few days that they haven’t been making love. This fact makes him start to stiffen with
desire and he tries to will it away. 

It won’t leave. 

He starts to doubt that it ever will. 

Unlike most couples after the wedding, their desire for each other seems to have increased by at
least an order of magnitude. And since they drank of the Royal Family’s Fountain of Life at their
wedding and coronation, their physical hunger for each other is unlikely to end. The water from
the Fountain of Life slows the aging process down to one-one-thousandth of normal--that is, a
member of the Jurai Royal Family will physically age one one year for every thousand years
lived, as opposed to the current generation of antiaging drugs available to the galaxy at large,
which only slows aging to one year for seven hundred--so they’ll be looking like this for
virtually forever, and their sexual appetite and lust for each other will probably last as
long--unless one of us gets a heart attack from so much sex. 

Oh, well. There are worse fates, he reflects.

Memories of that morning slam into his head and echo through his body. He had awakened to
find himself and Kiyone naked under the covers, her rear end pressed back against his crotch.
Now, admittedly, this was far from out of the ordinary for the two of them, but for some reason
this morning he was harder than usual. All it took was his wife pressing one luscious buttock
back against his almost-painful erection, and the next thing he knew, he had shot what felt like a
liter of his seed all over that cheek.

That had awakened her.

And he still remembers her response. She had giggled. "Tenchi...." That had turned his face red
and, inexplicably, aroused him all over again. Since his tip was still pressed against her, she felt
him growing again, and she had sighed in contentment. "I’m sorry, daddy, I should have realized.
Would you like me to make up for that?" 

Kiyone had patiently remained in that position while he had rushed to the bathroom to retrieve a
damp washcloth, and while he quickly and delicately cleaned her off. Once he had finished, she
had rolled onto her back, and the sight of her intoxicating body, her long legs and smooth thighs
spread open for him, made his heart rate shoot past lightspeed. Sensing this, she had sat up and
wrapped her arms around his neck. Their minds linked, and she had told him, _Let me make up
for that, Tenchi-yon. Let your little girl make daddy feel better...._

And she certainly did.

It still gets to him how much he enjoys Kiyone acting like that. From time to time he looks at
Sasami and feels a surge of fear. He is pretty sure he won’t want her when she gets older--After
all, she’s my daughter, for god’s sake!--but he likes hearing Kiyone call him "daddy" when he
is inside of her, when he is thrusting into her and she’s gasping with delight, when she falls over
the edge and into orgasm--or, as is usually the case, multiple orgasms--and he is secretly afraid
that, if he ever has the chance with Sasami--He pushes the thought out of his head before it can
completely form. Not a good thing to dwell on. 

Still, this embarrassing but erotic experience--which set off a chain of similar events that had
ended with him bending her over the dining room table and having her from behind; as she
climaxed, the glass of juice she’d been holding shattered, and they’d had to fix her left hand up
with a GP-issue first aid kit ("I thought we might need it," she’d told him with a grin before
changing into a bikini and going out for a swim.)--brings a relatively innocent question to
Tenchi’s mind: How long has it been since the last time I slept alone?

His mind, always good at math, starts to total it up. That night on the alternate-universe Jurai, the
night that his life had turned right-side-up, had been spent with her. The next night, on Chisako,
they had stayed in his room till about one in the morning, talking and cuddling (and even a little
making-out). 

About that time, Kiyone had stretched and yawned, saying it was time for her to turn in. On an
impulse, he asked her if she wanted to just stay the night with him. In response, she had pushed
him back down onto the bed and curled up against him. "I don’t think I ever want to leave,"
she’d whispered.

"You’ll never have to," he’d told her. And that was that. Granted, there had been times when
she’d brought Sasami along with her, to serve as a brake on their cravings, but since that night....

Let’s see here. The first night on that Jurai, three weeks with Washu trying to fix the FTL
drive, another week when she and Kyoto had finally got the right parts, about two and a half
months in the Fourth Reich dimension, another six months or so hopping dimensions,
including meeting the goddesses and fighting Chaos, and two months on Earth....that’s over a
year. I’ve spent more than a year sharing a bed with Kiyone. Tenchi smiles with love as her
face reappears in his mind. And I don’t ever want to sleep alone again, or sleep with anyone
else.

Such intellectual thoughts are driven from his mind as Kiyone breaks through the cerulean
stillness of the South Pacific and steps onto the sand. Any heterosexual man with even failing
vision could see why Tenchi’s lower head took control at that moment. As is the case with all of
Kiyone’s bikinis, this swimsuit is extremely skimpy and form-fitting. Her heart-shaped face
lights up in a smile as she sees her husband. "Tenchi-yon!" she cries out happily as she runs up
the beach to him.

Tenchi gulps, the already large bulge in his shorts hardening almost to the point of pain. The
ultra-tiny bikini leaves very little to the imagination. All it is is three small triangles of
electric-blue wetsilk connected by what looks like dental floss. The bikini bottom is a
thong-style bikini with knotted drawstrings on each thigh. 

The fact that the deep azure color of the skin-clinging material is a nice compliment to her
sapphire eyes, as well as a nice contrast to her somewhere- between-jade-and-turquoise hair, is
the most intelligent thought that the Emperor of Jurai, the effective ruler of the universe, can
muster at the moment. 

As she draws closer, he can see that her firm nipples (once he told her they reminded him of
little strawberries; her repsonse kept the Masaki household up the entire night) are poking
through the wetsilk bikini top, which can barely contain her perfect (in his opinion--and in the
opinion of any truly heterosexual male Tenchi Muyo! fan!--author.) breasts. 

The triangle of the bikini bottom is barely covering her inner thighs, and he knows that
underneath the flimsy material there is a moist patch of teal-shaded tangles right above her
also-moist *Jade Gate, and that it’s not just sea water that has dampened them. And suddenly
she’s up the stairs and pressed up against him, her arms around his neck, her lips locking to his,
her incredible body rubbing against him. Finally she pulls away and grins up at him. "Hi,
daddy!" Her smile is wide and hungry. "Oh, I’ve been waiting for you to come out!" 

And he finds himself with another mouthful of her.

Her kisses are warm and sweet and moist, and her lips and tongue--in fact, her entire body
does, he reflects--taste like a ripe, juicy peach, and each time their lips meet he finds himself
clinging to her until oxygen forces him to break off. This time, the look on her face is coy.
"Happy to see me?"

Tenchi swallows and nods. Right now, he’s so hard he’s almost numb, and his wife knows it.
She turns around in his embrace and starts to rub her rear end against his crotch again. He moans
loudly, and she echoes him, rubbing herself harder against him for a few minutes before craning
her head around just enough for them to kiss. As they break their lips away from each other after
a long moment, she is flush with pleasure and anticipation. "Oooh, daddy, you taste good," she
murmurs. Her position shifts, and suddenly his hard-on is poking through his shorts and her
bikini bottom against her buttocks. Both Tenchi and Kiyone suck in a ragged breath and she
starts whimpering in pleasure.

Tenchi starts to push himself against Kiyone, grunting and drawing more gasps of delight from
his wife. One of his hands reaches behind her neck and tugs on the drawstring. The bikini top
collapses, exposing her substantial bosom, and he brings his left hand up to cup her left breast,
delicately kneading the firm nipple between two fingers. His right hand dips into her bikini
bottom, gently tracing around her tangles of pubic hair before gently inserting two fingers into
her quivering mound and starting to slowly work them around. She arches her back and moans
loudly. "Ohhh, Tenchi-yon....ohhh....I like that, daddy....more, please, more...."

Kiyone is rubbing herself even harder against Tenchi. His hands are stroking her tenderly, a
contrast to his almost animal-like grunting as he pokes at her from behind, and the combination
is sufficent to set her teetering on the brink of an orgasm. She feels the hand fondling her breasts
starting to disengage itself, doubtless heading for her left thigh to tug on the knot and open her
bikini bottom. Once the micropantie-like piece of swimwear is off....The very thought makes her
already-sodden *gates of heaven become even silkier with moisture. 

Tenchi can feel this, both because his right hand is responsible for most of her arousal and
because their minds have linked automatically. Besides allowing clear telepathic conversation
and allowing the sharing of dreams and fantasies, their mindlink also amplifies the sexual
experience. The net result is that, when his and Kiyone’s minds are linked during sex--as is
usually the case--the enjoyment and intensity of their lovemaking is increased at least a
hundredfold. He strokes her for another minute or so more while slamming his pelvis against her
buttocks, and then abruptly pulls his right hand out of her bikini bottom and spins her around. 

Kiyone sighs in bliss as she feels Tenchi’s erection pressing against her, blocked only by his
shorts and her bikini bottom. He keeps one hand on her rear end, keeping her pressed against
him, while the other tips her head back, and she feels his mouth on hers again. She opens wide,
letting their tongues intertwine. The hand tipping her head back gently releases her chin and
slips behind her back, tugging on the other knot and completely removing the bikini top. Her
hard nipples are already pressing into his chest, and Kiyone is dragging them up and down,
moaning loudly as the produced sensations make her almost drowsy with gratification.

Tenchi’s hands slip onto Kiyone’s rear end, one hand for each buttock, and they slowly slide
down until he’s tugging her thighs into a straddling position, her legs are wrapped around him.
Still kissing and his hands still supporting her rump, he starts to carry her into the house, but
he’d miscalculated where the steps were, and they end up tumbling down them and falling onto
the sand.

Kiyone looks up to see her husband, still wearing his unbottoned shirt and shorts, on his hands
and knees over her. She quickly realizes that she’s spread-legged on the warm sand, she’s only
wearing the tiny bikini bottom, and her entire body is quivering, begging, for her Tenchi-yon’s
touch.

Tenchi’s looking down at her in concern. _Are you all right, Kiyone-yoni?_ he asks. 

She smiles hungrily up at him. _I sure am, Tenchi-yon._ She reaches up for him and pulls him
down on top of her, gasping again as she feels his sword fighting to get at her. _Do you wanna
have sex in the sand, just like we did that first night here? Let’s do that, okay?_

_Okay, Kiyone-yoni, we’ll have sex on the sand._ Instead of ripping away her bikini bottom and
ramming himself into her--_That would have felt good too,_ she would later tell him--Tenchi
slowly, lovingly, kisses his way down her body, lingering around her heaving breasts, gently
suckling her nipples and making her whimper even louder: "Oh Tenchi-yon, ohh.... I like when
you do that, daddy, don’t stop, please don’t ever stop...." Finally he has kissed and licked all the
way down to her thighs. He leans to the left side and gently pulls the knotted drawstring free
with his teeth, and then repeats the same process with the left one. He pulls the bikini bottom
free; as it brushes against her inner thighs, Kiyone moans again. 

He smiles down at her and brings his face down to her inner thighs. He takes a minute to kiss
away any excess moisture in the patch of jade-sapphire tangles, then traces his tongue around
her opening. Finally, after an agonizingly anticipatory moment, he slips his tongue into her
gateway and starts to gently lick.

"Oh, Tenchi-yon!" Kiyone arches her back as Tenchi starts to truly taste her, and as an almost
painful bliss ripples throughout her. _Oh, daddy, she whimpers, you’re so good, you’re so
wonderful, I love how you do this. How do I taste?_

Kiyone feels her heart skip as Tenchi plunges his tongue in even farther, and then she hears his
loving response. _A peach. My darling Kiyone-yoni, you’re a ripe and juicy peach. Especially
here._ She whimpers again as his tongue delicately caresses her clitoris. _You’re the most
wonderful peach in the universe._

_Thank you, daddy,_ returns Kiyone. Her entire body is tingling with rapture at the gentle stroke of
his tongue, and she knows that she’ll only be able to stand a little while longer before she hits
orgasm. All at once she knows what she needs. _Daddy....Tenchi-yon, I need your sword...._

Tenchi’s mind sounds almost surprised, but he knows exactly what she’s talking about. _My
sword?_

_Please, daddy, put your sword into me. I need your sword...._

_You got it, darling, my sword’s coming._ Tenchi pulls his face away from Kiyone’s thighs,
licking back her intoxicating taste, and reaches for his fly. He pulls the zipper down and pushes
the khakis off.

Kiyone’s eyes go wide with delight. _Oh, Tenchi-yon, you’re so big...._  As far as Kiyone Masaki is
concerned, her husband’s shaft is as long as a Louisville Slugger and as hard as plexisteel. She
opens her thighs all the way for him, her core already slick with her own juices and Tenchi’s
saliva. _I’m all ready for you, Tenchi-yon. Please hurry, daddy, and make your little girl
happy...._

_Okay, my sweet Kiyone...._ Tenchi gently places his tip at her opening and he hears her begin a
new round of excited whimpers. After lingering at the edge for as long as both of them can bear
it, he plunges himself into her, gasping himself as his member is suddenly surrounded by the
intoxicatingly tight, hot wetness of his wife.

_Oh, yes, daddy, yes, yes, yes...._ "Oh, Tenchi, yes, daddy, yes!" screams Kiyone as her climax
washes over her, at the exact moment that she had engulfed Tenchi to the hilt. She almost always
has an orgasm at initial penetration, and they’re usually this spectacular. _Still,_  she thinks, _the
ones my Tenchi-yon gives me at the end are much better...._

Tenchi is now thrusting into her, grunting as he slides in and out of his wife’s slickened canal.
Kiyone can feel herself already building up to another orgasm, and she whimpers loudly as each
of Tenchi’s thrusts brings her closer. "Oh, daddy, you’re so good....your little girl likes it when
you do her like that....please don’t stop, Tenchi-yon....don’t ever stop...." The next orgasm slams
into her, and she cries out Tenchi’s name again, clinging tightly to him as he drives himself all
the way into her again.

For the next three hours, the Emperor and Empress of the universe’s most powerful planet ravish
each other on the tropical sands like a couple of sex-starved teenagers (well, I guess Tenchi is a
sex-starved teenager; Kiyone is a sex-starved twentysomething). They finish with her straddling
him, bouncing up and down on his erection and somehow keeping it in her Jade Gate. She feel
the last orgasm coming, and she knows it’s gonna be big.

"Daddy," she pants between whimpers, "roll me over. Get on top of me."

"You got it, angel." Tenchi rolls on top of his wife, somehow keeping the rhythm unbroken. Both
of them can feel it building and he steps up the pace of his thrusting, hoping that he can carry
them both over the threshold. Her face heavily flushed, Kiyone keeps whimpering. "Oh, yes,
Tenchi-yon, that’s wonderful, you’re wonderful, keep it up, keep going, kee--oh, daddy, here it
comes, it’s coming, don’t stop now, love, don’t stop, don--" It slams into both of them, and she
releases a series of loud whimpers. "Oh, Tenchi, thank you, daddy, thank you, you were so--"
She feels another rush of pleasant warmth as he reaches his summit and releases into her.

"You were wonderful too, Kiyone-yoni," he tells her. Almost reluctantly, he pulls himself out of
her. She lays back on the sand, still quivering and whimpering blissfully as he gathers up their
discarded clothing. He rushes back to the beach house with it, piles it in the hamper in the
bathroom, and hurries back out to her. She looks up at him, looking tired but happy. "Thank you,
daddy. You were incredible."

"So were you, my darling." He picks her up in his arms and carries her in the direction of the
house. As they climb the steps, she asks, "Can we soak in the hot tub for a while, Tenchi-yon?"

"That sounds like fun," he agrees. At the porch he sets her down and they get into the hot tub.
After a moment of letting the warm water soak into their bodies, Kiyone snuggles close to
Tenchi, and he wraps an arm around his wife, leans back and closes his eyes. 




While Tenchi and Kiyone are in heaven, Nobuyuki is in hell. After his new granddaughter’s
revelation, he was promptly carried into Washu’s lab, stripped to his shorts, and strapped to a
table. Hanging over the table is a wicked-looking scythe, swinging back and forth like a
pendelum. The lab is almost completely dark, except for a light shining down into his eyes. 

The truly disturbing thought, though, is Kyoto standing in the corner of the room in an
executioner’s outfit, complete with mask.

Washu is standing next to the table, dressed like a private eye from a typical ‘40s American
gumshoe flick. "So tell me, Mr. Masaki, what exactly did you do with Kiyone’s mother?"

"Nothing!" he cries. 

Washu consults her holo-laptop and shakes her head. "You’re lying." She looks at Kyoto, who
tugs on his rope and sends the sharpened blade plummeting toward Nobuyuki’s stomach.

"Wait! Wait!" cries out Tenchi’s father. Kyoto yanks on the rope a second time, and the scythe’s
descent stops about a half-meter away from Nobuyuki’s guts. He is breathing heavily and
sweating.

"Did you have something to say?" prompts Washu.

"Maybe....we got a little....friendly...." allows Nobuyuki.

"Define ‘friendly,’" prods the pink-haired scientist.

"Maybe we kinda did a little kissing, maybe we....took our clothes off in front of each other...."

"Go on...."

"That’s it! I swear!"

"I don’t believe you," replies Washu. She starts to look at Kyoto, whose hand tightens on the
rope--

"All right! All right! We had sex!" Nobuyuki whimpers.

"How many times? How many positions?" demands Washu.

Nobuyuki looks puzzled. "Why do you care, Washu?"

"Research purposes. Now...." She makes a "go-on" motion with her hand.

"Only once! It was missionary position! We felt so depressed and lonely because our kids had
each other, and we were both widowed, and we just...." Nobuyuki abruptly stops talking.

"Go on, what did you both need?"

"It had been so long, we almost forgot how to...." Nobuyuki shakes his head. "We just needed to
be held. That’s it." He shoots a glare at Washu that carries surprising coldness. "Can I go now?"

For one of only a handful of times in her life, Washu is speechless. Few would have expected
that to be Nobuyuki’s reason--except, perhaps, for Tenchi and Katsuhito. 

But should I be that surprised? she asks herself. The night that Tenchi and Kiyone had left on
their honeymoon, Nobuyuki had asked everyone to go out for the night, even Katsuhito. He’d
even gone so far as to press a wad of money into Kyoto’s hand and push everyone out the door. 

He had forgotten about Washu, who had been in her lab, so he hadn’t noticed when she had
come out and seen him on the couch, replaying old home videos....from when Achika was alive.
And, as she watched silently from the shadows, she could clearly hear him weeping. And she
could hear him speaking between sniffles to the figure on the screen: "I’m sorry, Achi-chan, I
couldn’t control myself, not today, please forgive me...."

Ever since Digital Washu had announced that she and Nobuyuki would get married, she had
been not disinclined in that direction. However, she was having a hard time trying to think of
what she would see in him. But that night, she found it.

And, for the first time--or, perhaps, for the first time that she’s let herself--Washu sees Nobuyuki
Masaki in a different light. _His wife is eleven years dead and he still begs forgiveness for
finding release with someone else. I....I never knew that this man was capable of giving that
much, capable of loving that much....What....what would it be like to be loved that much?
How long has it been since...._ She realizes that he’s been glaring at her for several minutes, and
she smacks her head. "Sorry, Mr. Masaki." She hits a key on her holo-laptop.

The table disappears, and he reappears fully dressed and standing. 

"That’s better," he notes, heading for the door.

"Nobuyuki?" 

The first surprise is to hear a feminine voice calling him by his first name. He spins to find
Washu, now dressed in her Science Academy uniform, looking at him, and surprise number two
(the fact that it was her) hits him. "What?"

"Your wife was lucky," Washu says simply.

Surprise number three.

Nobuyuki is taken aback. All his life, he’d believed he was the lucky one. Even when Achika
would hug him and tell him how good he was to her, how lucky she was to have him for a
husband, he could never quite believe her. He didn’t think she was lying, but he never felt like
he deserved her. And now, all of a sudden, this alien woman is telling him that she was lucky?!
Too stunned to respond, all he can do is bow his head in thanks and stumble out the door.

Washu stands staring at the door for a long moment, and then shivers. Inside, two parts of her
start to fight.

_You’re crazy, you know that? He’s a dirty old man, who had sex with his daughter-in-law’s
mother just a couple of days a ago!_

_It’s an act. He lays it on too thick for it to be real._

_An act! Girl, you’re slipping. You can’t tell me that you actually believe tha--_

_Don’t you get it yet?! Don’t you remember what he was doing that night? You think that he
knew you were there and put on that little performance for your benefit? He’s not that smart.
What do you bet that he hasn’t slept with anyone else since Achika died?_

_So why did his dedication to her falter at the wedding?_

_Your child is getting married and your beloved spouse isn’t alive to see it. The in-law is
attractive and also widowed, not to mention horny. Chances are, the whole time they were
together, he was thinking about Achika and she was thinking about her husband. Don’t tell
me that you wouldn’t have done the same._

_Washu, forget Nobuyuki. You don’t need him. You’ve got your research and you don’t need
anything or anyone else._

_Hasn’t the last year taught you anything? You can’t live without people. You have a family,
whether you acknowledge it or not._

_Ryoko doesn’t even know that I’m--_

_For all intents and purposes, you’re not, and maybe it would be better if you didn’t tell her.
But think about it. Tenchi and Kiyone, Mihoshi and Sasami and Ayeka, Kyoto and Ryoko and
Muriyaki, Katsuhito....even Nobuyuki. Look at all the stuff you’ve done on their behalf, when
it would have been easier to just sit back and watch them get killed or wander through a
strange dimension forever. Why would you do that if they weren’t family, if you didn’t care
more about them than about some stupid readjusted DNA strand? Look at how much
Nobuyuki loved Achika--and look at what he became, and ask yourself if Tenchi wouldn’t
turn out the same if he lost Kiyone. Look at how much he hated himself for what he did with
Misaki--and I would wager that she felt the same. Wouldn’t you like to have someone love
you that much? How long has it been since the last time someone held you close at night,
whispered that they loved you and weren’t ever gonna leave you? Was the last time Cl--_ 

_All right, all right, let’s assume you’re right--not that you are, but let’s pretend. Say you’re
completely right about Nobuyuki. What the hell makes you think that you’re gonna win him
over? He’ll be beating himself up about this for the rest of his life! If you want to seduce him,
he’ll never forgive you, and if you somehow get him to fall in love with you, to marry you, the
bed will have three people in it: you, him, and Achika. Can you live with that?_

_I can manage. Can you?_

"Washu? Hey, Wa-shuuu!" The diminutive scientist snaps back into reality, becoming aware
that Kyoto is waving a hand in her face. She glares up at him. "What do you want?"

He backs away, his hands held up in defense/apology. "Hey, hey, calm down. Sorry." He takes a
long look at her. "What’s with you, Washu, you look like you’re i--" It hits him. "Oh, my god.
Nobuyuki?!"

"What are you talking about?!" demands Washu, inwardly groaning. Oh, crap, I don’t need
Kyoto knowing this! Granted, he’s not nearly as bad as he used to be--thanks in part to my
Ryoko--but he couldn’t keep this quiet if he wanted to! Better play dumb, she decides. "Now
what about Nobuyuki?"

Kyoto grins. "You’re in love with him, aren’t you?’

Am I? Don’t think about it now.... "What in hell would give you that idea?"

"The way you were looking at him. I’ve only seen you look at someone like that once before.
Can you say ‘Cl--’" He groans in pain as she sends a flowerpot slamming down on his head. 

"Shut up! Now get out of my lab!" Washu points a finger at the door. Her two "cheerleader"
puppets appear, one on each shoulder. 

"You heard Washu, get out of her lab!" instructs puppet A.

"Get out, before Washu gets mad at you!" cautions puppet B.

Kyoto rolls his eyes and leaves. As the door closes behind him, the two puppets look up at their
master.

"Is he right, Washu?" queries puppet A.

"Are you really in love with Nobuyuki, Washu?" inquires puppet B.

Washu sighs. "I don’t know, I really don’t know...." It is a pleasant thought, though....




The clock has just struck two A.M. when the door to the beach house swings open. Tenchi and
Kiyone, more than a little intoxicated--although it’s probably more with each other than it is
with the Daiginjo saké--come through the door. As they cross the threshold, Tenchi takes his
wife in his arms and they start to tango their way across the living room. He gently lowers her
onto the couch and is about to climb onto her when he remembers that he left the door wide
open. Kissing her lips, he promises, "Be right back."

"I’ll hold you to that, Tenchi-yon," she admonishes playfully. He has good reason to hurry back
to her. The dress she chose to wear that evening is jade-green silk (a shade lighter than her hair)
and had a neckline that goes lower than Death Valley. It also clings to her body like a rock to the
ground and comes only halfway down her incredible legs. There is no visible panty line, but he
had watched her put the dress on--in fact, his watching her is why they were almost a half-hour
late for their dinner reservation--and he knows that the midnight-blue satin G-string will only
take a moment to remove.

_It helps that I’m not wearing a bra, doesn’t it, Tenchi-yon?_ observes Kiyone. She watches her
husband lock the door and hurry back over to her. As he turns on the lights, she notes with
delight the large bulge in his pants. _I feel so much freer when I don’t wear a bra. Don’t you
like it too, daddy?_

_Very much so, Kiyone-yoni, very much._ Tenchi stretches out atop her and starts kissing her neck
while his hands start to work up the hemline of her dress. She’s already done a lot of that work
for him, and he can see the tiny blue swatch of satin. He can also tell that the tiny pair of panties
are already damp with longing. He pushes the dress up over her thighs and pulls the G-string
down, grinning in satisfaction at the desire- moistened thatch of dark green and the soft pink
flesh underneath. His wife moans deeply as he gently traces a finger around in the dark curls,
and he is about to bring his face down to her thighs when she stops him. _Now, Tenchi-yon,
please, now...._

_Kiyone-yoni?_

_You’re so good down there, darling, but I need you. Daddy, your little girl needs you right
now._

_As you wish, Lady Empress Kiyone._ Smiling at the giggle that produces, Tenchi starts to undo
his belt. Once it’s loose, he unzips his fly and pushes his khakis and boxers down. Invigorated
by the sight of him, she grabs his shaft and plunges it into her. She screams again in climax and
opens herself as wide as she can for him. Her scream jolts his self-control into another
dimension and causes him to go off inside of her a moment later with a grunt. 

Kiyone sighs. "Oh, Tenchi-yon...." She waits until her husband’s member has stopped pulsing,
and moans as he gently withdraws himself. Smiling, she wriggles out of the dress, and her smile
grows wider as she sees him becoming erect again. Shifting around until she’s out from under
him, she gets onto her hands and knees, presenting her exquisite derriere to him. "You still need
to do your little girl back here, daddy."

Tenchi rises on his knees and gently parts her inviting buttocks. He touchs his quivering tip to
her tight, puckered orifice, feeling himself stiffening past pain. His hands rest gently but firmly
on her thighs, and he inserts himself into her as gently as possible.

Kiyone gasps as she feels him enter. Initial penetration like that always hurts a tiny bit, but once
he’s in and going, she’s always on the verge of climax. She releases a giggle as he starts to
pump himself into her. "Oooh, daddy, you’re good tonight...." She pushes herself back as far as
she can against him and cries out in orgasm. "Oh, Tenchi-yon, yes!" 

In response, he sticks himself into her as far as he can go, trying to keep his pace slow and
gentle but occasionally losing out to hard and fast. Sorry, Kiyone-yoni, I can’t help it,
self-control goes out the window where you’re concerned...._

_It’s all right, my Emperor, keep going, oh dear god how I love having you inside of--_

The phone rings.

Tenchi groans as he continues thrusting into Kiyone. "Oh, god, now what?" 

Kiyone is panting and whimpering. "Ignore it, Tenchi, don’t stop, please don’t stop...."

"Okay, darling, I’ll ignore it....thank God the phone has an answering machine...."

In the time that it takes for the required number of rings to trigger the answering machine, Kiyone
and Tenchi both achieve their third orgasm of this tryst (almost simultaneously, to boot). She’s
straddling him now, starting to spool them up for number four, when they hear the message.
What they hear drops them out of the mood very fast: "Mommy, Daddy, it’s Sasami. I know you
asked me not to call unless it was an emergency, but I had a really bad dream and I can’t get
back to sleep. Please pick up the phone...."

Tenchi smiles. "Time enough for that later." He pulls out of Kiyone gently, lets her crawl off of
him and start to dress while he picks up the phone. "Hi, Sasami! How’s it going over there?"

"Okay, I guess. Everyone else is asleep, even Auntie Mihoshi, and ....I just wanted to hear from
you and Mommy." There’s a quiet, Sasami-ish giggle. "Were you two being naughty?"

Even though they know she can’t see them, Mr. and Mrs. Masaki blush. Kiyone, now cleaned off
and dressed, presses the speaker key. "No, sweetie, we weren’t. Your daddy just took me out
for dinner and we went dancing afterwards and we just got home."

"You just got home?" repeats Sasami in amazement. "Grandpa Nobuyuki and Auntie Mihoshi
won’t even let me stay up till midnight!" Silence on Sasami’s end, and then another giggle.
"Were you two naughty in public?"

_Well, daddy,_ comments Kiyone, _we did stop the car on the way home in a viewpoint
overlooking the sea. We were certainly naughty there, weren’t we?_

_Yes, we were, sweetie,_ replies Tenchi, _and that’s why we got home at two A.M. instead of
eleven-thirty._ To Sasami, he says, "Your mom and I aren’t that bad."

"Oh yes you are!" insists Sasami playfully. "What about that time I caught you two
skinny-dipping in the river behind Great-grandpa Yosho’s shrine? You were being naughty, and
you were supposed to be at school that day, too, Daddy!"

"That was a holiday," insists Tenchi lamely, "and besides, we couldn’t be naughty, ‘cause the
goddesses made your mom fertile, remember? If we’d done anything, Mommy would be
pregnant right now."

"That’s right," says Sasami in sudden memory. "But it wasn’t a holiday. I remember because the
you had been wearing your school uniform! Come to think of it, Mommy was wearing one too,
but it had a really short skirt...."

"With all this talking you do, darling, you oughta be sleepy by now," comments Tenchi. He feels
Kiyone slipping an arm around his waist and he loops one of his own around her shoulders.
"Now, what about this dream?"

"Oh, yeah." Sasami’s voice sounds almost sad now. "I had a dream that I was waiting all alone
for you two at the airport, but you never showed up. And then, when I tried to call home, no one
answered, and I didn’t have enough money to get home, and I didn’t even have Ryo-ohki with
me...." There’s a sudden silence on her end, and all of a sudden her voice changes, charged with
a combination of hope and desperation. "But you will be coming home, won’t you?"

"Of course we will," soothes Kiyone. "Your daddy and I will be home in just a couple of
weeks, and when we get home we’ll take you somewhere, wherever you want."

"Can we go to Disney World in Florida?" asks Sasami excitedly.

Kiyone shoots a look at Tenchi, who nods and takes the reciever again. "You got it, Sasami,
you’re the boss."

There is a laugh on the other end, sounding like Sasami’s back to normal. "Great!" She then says
somewhat hesitantly, "But I’ll just be glad to see you guys again." A yawn fights its way free
from her mouth. "I’m going to bed now. Good night, Mommy. Good night, Daddy. I love you."

"We love you too, darling," whispers Tenchi. "Good night." He waits unitl he hears the click of
a replaced receiver on the other end, and then sets his back in its cradle.

As he gathers Kiyone up into an embrace, he asks, "D’ya think we’re good parents?"

"I think we’ll manage," replies Kiyone. "The hard part will be when Sasami becomes a
teenager." She sighs. "She’ll have suitors beating down her door."

"I’m never gonna make her marry anyone she doesn’t love," promises Tenchi. "That goes for all
of our children."

"I’m glad," murmurs Kiyone, giggling in delighted surprise as her husband picks her up in his
arms and carries her toward the bedroom. As he sets her on the bed, she wriggles out of her
dress and pushes the still-moist panties off. "But for right now, why don’t you give this little girl
some attention, Tenchi-yon?"

"You’ve always been my favorite little girl, Kiyone-yoni," responds Tenchi. He loosens his tie
and discards it and drops his pants again. As he climbs on top of her and turns out the light,
Kiyone sighs. _Oh, daddy, I love you...._

_I love you too, my Kiyone-yoni,_ he responds. _Now let your daddy put you to sleep, he adds as
he slips himself into her._

Kiyone starts to whimper and moan blissfully as her husband starts to make love to her. _Oh,
Tenchi-yon, you’re the most wonderful sedative in the universe...._




It’s early Sunday morning in the Masaki household (author’s note: at the time of scene shift, it’s
about 6:30 A.M. *JST, and in Bali, Tenchi and Kiyone have finished making love for the
evening), and no one is up. 

That all changes when the master key around Ayeka’s forehead starts to glow. The First Regent
Princess of Jurai is rather disgruntled by the stirring sensation; she had been having a lovely
dream about being the queen of the universe, and had just gotten to the good part when she was
awakened. Grumbling to herself, she looks out the window and is shocked to see a Jurai ship
gently gliding toward a landing in the lake. It’ll be rather crowded, she thinks dryly. Seeing as
Tenchi’s royal flagship Kiyone--she’s still a little surprised that he didn’t name it Achika--and
Kiyone’s personal ship Tenchi--no surprise there--are already parked in the lake, and that those
are the largest and most powerful ships in Jurai’s arsenal, whoever it is will be hard-pressed to
find a parking place. On impulse, she takes a closer look at the landing ship, and she
immediately recognizes it. "Kirya-oh!" she cries out happily. "Seiryo’s ship!"

"Keep it down, Ayeka," scolds Sasami sleepily. "I’m trying to sleep."

Ayeka is too excited to pay much attention to her sister’s words. "Sasami! Kirya-oh has arrived!
Seiryo’s come to visit!"

Sasami sits up, blinking. "Who, Ayeka?" And then she realizes what her sister said. "Oh, it’s
Seiryo!" Sasami has alway liked the effeminate Supreme Council member; he’s always been
nice to her and she finds it easy to talk "girl talk" with him. She reaches for her clothing. "Let’s
go and meet him!"

They are already standing fully dressed on the shore when Kirya-oh, looking like a curved and
sharpened piece of burnished driftwood slashed with blue and red and about halfway between
Yagami and Ayeka’s new Ryu-oh-ni in size, gently sets down next to Ryu-oh’s tree. Out of
nowhere, a swirling column of azure light manifests in front of the princesses. It quickly grows
to the size of an adult human, and then it flashes opaque. After a moment the column fades and
Seiryo, dressed in Supreme Council garb, is standing before them. 

"Princesses, you look just -fabulous-!" Of average height and build, Seiryo’s most distinguishing
feature is his thick, curly pile of cotton-candy pink hair, in a hairdo similar to Mihoshi’s and
several shades lighter than Washu’s. His mannerisms are effeminate to the point of rubbing it in
people’s faces, but he has a good heart and has always been a loyal supporter of the Jurai Royal
Family. _And,_ thinks Ayeka hungrily, _he’s a very good actor, for he actually has people
convinced that he’s not--what’s that slang term for it?--straight. But I know better...._

"Seiryo!" Sasami cries happily. She runs to him and he picks her up and hugs her. "Princess
Sasami!" He lifts her off the ground and sets her back down. "You’re growing so fast!" He
crouches down until he can look her in the eye. "Pretty soon, you’ll have lots of boys coming
after you!" He smiles. "I can give you advice about them...."

Sasami laughs. "Silly! I don’t want a boyfriend!"

"Well, when you do, they’ll be lined up around the corner for you." He finally releases her,
rises, and turns to her older sister. "Princess Ayeka, lovely as ever." He takes her hand and
gives it a kiss.

Ayeka feels herself about to swoon.

Sasami grins up at him. "Come on, Seiryo! I was just about to make breakfast, you wanna help?"

Ayeka is about to decline, say that she and Seiryo want some time alone, but he gives her a
wink. "I sure would, Sasami. Just lead the way."

By now everyone in the house is awake and hungry. To everyone’s surprise--especially
Sasami’s--Seiryo proves himself handy in the kitchen, even teaching Sasami a few recipes.
"Nothing a man likes more than a home-cooked meal," he says with a wink.

There is some apprehension at first about eating food cooked by a pink-haired man--until
Mihoshi grabs a plateful and downs it in one gulp. "It’s good!" she announces happily.

Seeing that Mihoshi is still alive, the extended Masaki family digs in, and quickly finds that the
supplimenting of Sasami’s formidable cooking skills with Seiryo’s is a winning combination.

"So," asks Seiryo as he sips some hot tea, "how are the Emperor and Empress?"

Sasami giggles. "They’re being naughty!"

Seiryo looks a little confused. "What do you mean?"

"She means they are spending most of their honeymoon in bed," clarifies Katsuhito. "This is
excellent beef, Seiryo. Did you bring it with you from Jurai?"

"Yes. I remember Lord Emperor Tenchi commenting on how good it tasted, and since this will
be something of a summer home for the Royal Family, I thought he would appreciate a supply
here." Seiryo picks up a chunk of meat, along with some rice, and deposits it in his mouth. "I
take it, then, that their bedroom will need increased soundproofing?"

"Double it at least," advises Washu. "Once, when I was really bored, I timed them. My
estimates of an average is around three hours. A night."

Seiryo’s eyes meet Ayeka’s, and they linger for a moment before breaking away. He sips the last
of his tea, and Sasami promptly refills his cup. He smiles at her. "Thank you, Sasami. Yes,
Professor, I think I agree with you. I saw the looks they kept exchanging when Lord Tenchi first
met with the Council. I got the feeling that they would have....been naughty right on the table. I
also assume that, from now on, Council meetings will have to be brief and to the point." A laugh
escapes from his lips. "Fine with me."

"So, Seiryo, how long will you be staying?" asks Nobuyuki.

Seiryo looks somewhat sheepish. "Well, Mr. Masaki, I don’t like to intrude. Kirya-oh’s
accommodations are quite spacious, so--"

"Nonsense!" interrupts Nobuyuki. "The house has plenty of room! Since Tenchi and Kiyone are
on their honeymoon, their room is unoccupied. You can stay in there!"




Exhibiting strength few would credit to his wiry frame, Seiryo sets down the large,
guardian-shaped trunk. "There. That’s everything."

Ayeka sits down on the bed. "I’m glad you’ll be staying with us, Seiryo."

"Yeah!" agrees Sasami. "It’ll be lotsa fun! We can show you around Okayama, and then
tomorrow we can take the bullet train to Tokyo and--"

"Err, Sasami," interrupts Ayeka, "could Seiryo and I have some time alone?"

Seiryo smiles down at Sasami and gives her a quick hug. "Go on, Sasami. I promise, tomorrow
we can go wherever you want."

Sasami nods and steps out of Tenchi and Kiyone’s bedroom. She is about to close the door
when she turns back and says in a mischievous tone, "Don’t be naughty! I hear Mommy and
Daddy being naughty in here all the time, and I want you two to be quiet!" 

With that, she closes the door.

Seiryo chuckles and looks at Ayeka. "She seems happy to have parents again."

Ayeka nods. "Mother and Father died in that terrorist bombing on Freeport Center less than a
year after she was born. I don’t think she really remembers them. In a very real sense, Tenchi
and Kiyone are more her parents than our real ones." She sighs and smiles wryly. "She adores
them and they adore her. Sasami’s in good hands."

"I agree," states Seiryo. "So is Jurai and the Republic." His eyes are slowly drifting downward
to the sash of Ayeka’s kimono. The elder princess realizes this and blushes. "Seiryo...."

"Ayeka." He sits down on the bed next to her and gently pushes her down until she’s lying on it.
He then undoes her sash and spreads open her kimono. Underneath is a pale lavender silk
chemise, and her small-but-lovely breasts are rising and falling under the flimsy material. His
own desire awakened, he gently cups her left breast and she moans loudly. After a long moment,
she manages to whisper, "Come here, Seiryo."

He leans down and kisses her lips, then starts to pull away. In response, she sits up, knocking
him back onto the bed. She gives him a brief but hungry kiss, and then pushes him back down.
"Just a moment," she tells him, and then she steps over to the large trunk and hits a hollow panel,
flipping the lid back. Out of it she pulls a long whip and several lengths of rope. Already she is
becoming aroused, and she longs to feel his body pressing against hers, pressing into hers.... She
is somewhat surprised to see him sitting up, instead of stripping and stretching out on the bed.
"What is it, Seiryo?"

"Let’s try something different this time," he suggests.

Ayeka quirks an eyebrow. Not that she’s averse to new experiences--for example, that all-girl
strip poker game at Kiyone’s bachelorette party--but there’s something about the way he said
"diffferent".... _Well, let’s find out what it is first,_ she decides. "What did you have in mind?"

The stillness of the Masaki house is completely shattered a moment later when everyone hears
Ayeka roar, "MISSIONARY POSITION?!?!"

Instead of recanting and submitting to her will, as he normally would, Seiryo pulls her down on
the bed and covers her mouth. Ayeka’s first reaction to this is anger, but suddenly she
realizes _....This is....I like this. He’s never been this strong-willed before....it excites me...._

"Would you keep it down?" he whispers, a tiny bit of annoyance showing through in his voice.
"Everyone’s gonna hear. Now, I didn’t say it was missionary position; I just said it was like
missionary position."

"Oh," says Ayeka in a small voice. "Well, what is it?"

In response, Seiryo takes one of the lengths of rope and ties it to one of the bedposts.
Nobuyuki’s wedding present to Tenchi and Kiyone had been a large, four-poster brass bed with
a headboard. "You never know what you may need it for!" he had announced, making the bride
and groom blush while everyone else within earshot had snickered. He then pushes Ayeka up on
the bed and ties her left wrist to the post.

Now Ayeka is catching on. What’s more, she likes the idea. Up till now, she had been used to
being the dominant one. She had never considered that letting someone else be in control might
have its own advantages.... She releases a sigh of pleasure as he pushes the chemise up over her
hips. The princess had chosen to go without a bra or pair of panties today, and she thinks she
can hear his *sacred member hardening inside his pants. 

Ayeka closes her eyes as Seiryo ties her other limbs to the bedposts, leaving her spread-eagled
on the bed. Her inner thighs are glistenling with perspiration and arousal, and it takes every
ounce of her royal upbringing to keep her from screaming out loud as he gently kisses her
rock-hard nipples under the chemise. It’s as if all her senses have been enhanced by an order of
magnitude, and the sounds of his disrobing are making her desire almost painful. And then,
without warning, he’s inside of her, and she lets discipline and all such irrelevant things
disappear from her mind.




Kyoto glares up at the ceiling. "I swear, that thing is moving." 

Indeed, the ceiling above their heads is bouncing slightly.

Ryoko grins. "Listen to Ayeka go!" Since the inexplicable disappearance of her and Ayeka’s
mutual enmity many months ago, the princess and the retired pirate had become close friends,
and Ryoko is glad to see her best friend having fun. She suddenly looks around. "Where’s
Nobuyuki?"

"Probably videotaping it," quips Kyoto.

"He wouldn’t," says Washu hopefully.

Kyoto smirks at her and is about to blurt out what he knows when Nobuyuki walks into the
living room. In his hand is a steaming cup of tea, and he glances fearfully up at the ceiling. "Is
that thing moving?"

Kyoto nods solemnly. 

"And is that Ayeka?"

As if on cue, Ayeka screams out in Juraian, in a delighted tone that makes everyone in the living
room gulp. The tone of her cry leaves little doubt as to its intent.

Also as if on cue, or as if the author thought this would be a funny idea, Sasami comes out of the
kitchen, holding a not-quite-dry dish. She looks up at the ceiling. "Why is Ayeka yelling ‘ride
me harder, love machine?’" 

The adults exchange looks, and finally decide to tell her the truth. "They’re being naughty."

Sasami nods in understanding. "Ohhh....like Mommy and Daddy?"

They hear the sound of a whip cracking upstairs, and Kyoto quickly shakes his head. "No,
Sasami, not like your parents."




Kiyone is lightly dozing in Tenchi’s arms. For his part, her husband is watching her with loving
eyes, pondering the events of the past fifteen months--_no, two months, no, it’s....it’s
been....forever._

She shifts in her sleep and murmurs his name, and he leans down and kisses her lightly on the
forehead. _My sweet Kiyone-yoni, where would I be without you?_

Funny how things change, he thinks. The way Kiyone was with him, had been ever since they
had found that they loved each other, was exactly the way Ryoko had been when she and Ayeka
had been chasing him and fighting over him. While he didn’t think of himself as a prude, he was
a little old-fashioned, and while he found the affection flattering, his Japanese upbringing and
heritage, which discouraged public displays of physical affection, made him feel distinctly
uncomfortable with their overtures.

But not Kiyone.

Ever since the first night he had held her, it was as if all his inhibitions had vanished. And the
next thing he knew, they were cuddling or kissing in public, and it felt perfectly natural. He
would walk with her in the park holding hands, or arm in arm, and they would kiss and hug and
to hell with what other people thought. It was almost as if being with her had unlocked a door to
a world for just the two of them.

And being with Kiyone had also brought to the surface an impetuosity Tenchi never knew
existed. After they had returned to their dimension, Kiyone became a common sight at Tenchi’s
high school, even registering as a student, much to his delight, although his studies went out the
window. Most of his friends liked her, although he got a lot of ribbing that "she was too good
for him"--which she protested and he agreed with. 

However, her near-perfect body acted like catnip on a lot of the more hormonally-controlled
students at Shinonome High in beautiful downtown Okayama, Japan. Many was the jock or
would-be Cassanova that Tenchi had floored for trying to pick up on his girl, and Kiyone had
accounted for fending off the rest. It was a lucky thing that he was both a senior and the
vice-president of the kendo club; otherwise he would have been torn apart by some of his
assailants.

That, however, was nothing compared to what Tenchi did to guys who insulted Kiyone. Oh, they
could still walk when he was done--albeit with some effort--but, after a few weeks, when they
saw him edging his bokken--which, ironically enough, he had named Kiyoneken--out of his
locker, or his hakama, they would either fall on their faces apologizing or just run. 

Everyone else in the hall would just sigh in relief, especially the janitor, who didn’t like
cleaning up blood.

Good reason, too: the first guy who implied that Kiyone was a "foreign slut" was the victim of
mulitple blows to his gut, chest, and groin before Makoto and Nanami could finally pull Tenchi
back. No one had any doubts that if his friends hadn’t intervened, Tenchi would have been
booked for first-degree murder. (Of course, Kiyone would have just broken him out of jail, and
he would probably just have taken Jurai’s throne a little early, but that’s beside the point.) 

(Ironically enough, that was the original president of the kendo club, of which Tenchi had
originally been vice-president. The next day he showed up at school in several casts, and
Tenchi had taken over the presidency. And Clown had almost been the recipient of similar
treatment, for asking if Tenchi had got some the night before.) 

Tenchi watches Kiyone shifting in his arms and sighs. _If someone had told me when I started
my junior year that, when I graduated, I would be married to the girl of my dreams and be
the effective ruler of the universe, I would have dropped on the floor laughing. And now look
at me. Of all the people in the universe, how--why--did I get so lucky?_

_Because you’re you, Tenchi._ He suddenly becomes aware that his wife has awakened. Kiyone
is now grinning up at him. _How did you sleep, Tenchi-yon?_

_Never better._ He sits up and pulls her into his lap, Kiyone giggling as she makes herself
comfortable. _How’s my little girl doing?_

_Just great, daddy._ Kiyone gives Tenchi a long and loving kiss. _You were wonderful last night._
She then speaks aloud. "I can’t believe we’re actually here. I mean, we’ve been here a week,
and I know it’s not a dream, but I can hardly believe it...."

"Neither can I," he tells her, "but we are." He wraps his arms around her and she relaxes against
him. Almost inaudibly, she whispers, "Did you know, there was a time when I never would have
thought this possible?"

"Same here," Tenchi murmurs. "We owe Kyoto. We owe him big time."

Kiyone looks up at her husband. "Tenchi-yon, do you know how close it came to not happening?
Do you know how close I came to not making it happen?"

"What do you mean?" he asks, confused.

Kiyone doesn’t answer right away. Finally, she says, "You remember the day it all started, the
night that we....found each other?"

Tenchi nods and pulls her closer to him. "Quite well."

"I almost killed myself that morning."

Tenchi’s eyes go wide, but he merely tightens his arms around Kiyone and kisses her forehead.
"I’m sorry, yoni. I...."

"It’s all right," she tells him. "Let me tell you what stopped me...."




The date was January 19, 1997 (Earth date), a Sunday. It was one of Kiyone and Mihoshi’s rare
days off, and they were planning to spend it at the Masaki house, so they decided to sleep in a
few hours.

Kiyone had been having a dream, the kind of dream that she’d been having ever since she met
Tenchi. She was waking up in a bed that wasn’t her own. It was large and comfortable, and the
sheets were of the softest--and doubtlessly the most expensive--silk. Before she could quite
process what was happening, she saw Tenchi’s face looming over hers. The expression was one
of almost obsessive love, and when he smiled, she felt almost woozy. "Good morning, Kiyone.
Did my favorite wife sleep well?"

"What do you mean, favorite?" she had quipped playfully. "I’m your only wife!"

"And that’s what makes you my favorite," he responded. Then he leaned down and kissed her,
and her arms came up and wrapped around him of their own accord. The kiss was long and
pleasant, and when it was over, Kiyone was almost dizzy with delight. Ignoring the fact that she
was only wearing the sheets, she sat up and hugged Tenchi. "I’m glad I’m your only Empress,"
she’d whispered.

"I couldn’t want anyone else," Tenchi had told her earnestly. "You’d better put your nightie on,
though."

Kiyone realized why and pulled the silky knee-length nightgown on just as the bedroom door
was flung open and a girl about Sasami’s age came running in. She looked like a combination of
Sasami and Kiyone, having Kiyone’s eyes, heart-shaped face, and hair color (and hairstyle), but
possessing Sasami’s personality. "Mommy! Daddy!"

Tenchi picked the girl up and swung her around while hugging her tightly. "Good morning,
Mirei! How’d my favorite little girl sleep?"

Their apparent daughter giggled, sounding just like her mother. "Silly daddy! I’m your only little
girl!"

"And that’s what makes you my favorite," he said with a serious expression.

Both girls groaned good-naturedly at this. Mirei, now on the bed in her father’s lap, crawled off
and over to Kiyone. Wrapping her arms around her neck, she said, "Morning, Mommy."

Kiyone knew there was no way in hell she could have borne this child, having been afflicted by
RS syndrome. Still, she was here, so it must be possible. She hugged the little girl. "Hi, sweetie.
Have sweet dreams?"

"Yeah!" she said happily. "I dreamed that...." She adopted a mock-serious thinking expression
that made both her parents laugh, and then she looked up in triumph. "I dreamed that the next
time you two went on a trip, you were gonna take me with you!"

"Well," murmured Kiyone, "let me....talk to your father about that. I’m sure I can convince him."
She knew that her husband would give in to this quite easily, especially with the persuasion she
would give him. We both win at that game.

Tenchi lifted his and Kiyone’s daughter off the bed and set her gently on the floor. "Go on,
honey. Go and wake up your Aunts Sasami and Ayeka, tell them that breakfast will be ready in
about an hour."

"Okay, Daddy." Mirei hugged her father’s legs. "I love you and Mommy."

He ruffled her hair gently. "We love you too, sweet stuff. Now, go on."

"Behave yourselves!" With that final admonition and a giggle, their daughter went on her way.
Tenchi gently closed the door behind her. "So much like her mother....so perfect."

"You put me on too high a pedestal, Tenchi," she told him. "I’m not as perfect as you think."

Tenchi smiled at his wife. "I don’t care, Kiyone. As far as I can see, you’re perfect." Sitting
down on the bed next to her, he hugged her tight. "Have I told you how much I love you today?" 

"Is it as much as I love you?" she whispered. She had never felt as safe or content as she did in
her Tenchi’s embrace.

"At least. I love you more than life itself." Tenchi smiled down at Kiyone. "Is that enough, Mrs.
Masaki?"

"More than enough." She tipped her head back and felt his lips gently pressing to hers. As the
kiss wore on, her mouth opened, and she felt his tongue slip in. Her body immediately started to
relax, and she was only mildly surprised to find that he was stretching her out on the bed. This
is, after all, our morning ritual, she thought. He started to kiss her again, his hand gently
traveling up her left thigh, under the nightie....

And her eyes flew open as she truly woke up.

She looked around. She was back in her and Mihoshi’s apartment. It was still dark. The clock
read about a quarter after six in the A.M., at least two hours before they would need to get up.
Less than a meter away, Mihoshi was sound asleep on her futon.

Kiyone buried her face in her pillow, so her sobs wouldn’t awaken Mihoshi. Finally, she rolled
over and looked up at the ceiling, letting reality take its cruel time seeping back into her mind.

There was no large, warm bed in a spacious room.

There was no little Mirei, rushing in to awaken her parents and snuggle into their love.

Worst of all, there was no Tenchi beside her, ready to hold her and kiss her, ready to tell her
how much he loved her.

She squeezed her eyes shut, tears still trickling out of them. This was not the first time this had
happened, but somehow it seemed to cut deeper this time. It was as if some evil deity took
pleasure in inflicting this kind of torture on her.

She knew what it was. The dreams were always very real, but this time it had been almost
tangible, as if all she needed to do was walk through that door and she would be in that
dreamland she longed for. As if all she had to do was say the word, and she would feel Tenchi's
arms wrapping tightly around her. And to have it snatched away from her one more time....

Mihoshi had been telling her ever since she arrived that Tenchi loved her. "I can see it in his
eyes when he looks at you, Kiyone! He loves you!" 

Oh, how she wanted to believe that....

Kiyone Makibi had always prided herself on her professionalism, her ability to deal with a
situation without being affected. But that was cold comfort when she saw Ayeka and Ryoko
fighting over Tenchi. She knew that she had neither the princess’s charms or riches, or the
pirate’s charisma or flamboyance. Both of them were perfectly placed to snag him, and quite
capable of it, and it would only be a matter of time till Tenchi chose someone.

Somehow, she knew that it wouldn’t be her.

And there was little point in sticking around to see the whole movie when you already knew the
ending.

Kiyone came to a decision.

She worked quickly and quietly. A note was left on the table for Mihoshi, with all their money
and a brief explanation of why she had to do this. In it she also apologized for always losing her
temper with her, and that she had been one of the best and most loyal friends she’d ever had.
Finally, she asked Mihoshi to look after Tenchi for her. The letter was signed, "your friend and
partner, Kiyone." As she left the apartment, Kiyone closed the door softly and spared a last
smile for her partner.

Her next stop was the fast-food joint where they worked. She had taken just enough money to get
her favorite meal there, and she took it and ducked out before their manager could see her and
force her to work.

Kiyone took her meal and walked to the park in the center of town. She sat on a bench down one
of the more secluded paths. It was kind of funny, she thought, but ever since she had made the
decision, she wasn’t feeling so depressed anymore. In fact, she almost felt....

Relieved.

She lingered over her meal, savoring each bite and sip. Finally, she was finished. After tossing
the waste into a nearby can, she headed down the path until she felt it was secluded enough.
Sitting down under a tree and resting her back against the trunk, she took a moment to watch the
slowly-rising sun, then opened her satchel and pulled out her laser pistol. The clip read at full.
She armed the weapon and twisted the intensity regulator to full. At that setting, she wouldn’t
feel anything after pulling the trigger.

Kiyone placed the muzzle of the blaster to her head. She closed her eyes and started to think of
Tenchi, wanting him to be the last thing on her mind. In her mind, he was smiling at her and
reaching a hand out to her, as if beckoning to her. That almost made her reconsider, for Mihoshi
would blame Tenchi for this, and regardless of his feelings for her, he would never forgive
himself.

_I’m sorry, everyone. Oh, well. Maybe there’ll be a Tenchi waiting for me in the afterlife,_ she
thought. Her finger tightened on the trigger, she gritted her teeth, and she fired.

And winced as the azure beam sliced through the air several centimeters above her head.

Her first thought was that she had gone to hell, where any attempts to stop her heartache would
be futile.

Her second thought was that hell looked a whole lot like the park in Okayama.

Her third thought was the realization that she wasn’t holding her pistol anymore. She looked
around, wondering if she’d dropped it.

And then her eyes fell on a figure holding the gun.

She took a good look at the young lady. She remembered quite well what her and Tenchi’s
daughter had looked like, and this woman looked very much like an adult version of--she pushed
that thought away. She was just a dream. She doesn’t exist. 

This girl was probably just a passerby trying to play Good Samaritan. While Kiyone could
applaud the principle, she wasn’t in a mood to appreciate the action. She stretched out her hand.
"Would you please give me back my gun?"

"Will you promise not to shoot yourself?" she asked. Again Kiyone was hit in the face by the
similarity to her dream daughter. _No way in hell...._

"Look, miss," she insisted, "I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but if I want to kill myself,
there’s really not much you can do to stop me. Now give my gun back."

The woman looked her in the eyes, and Kiyone was shocked by the pain she saw in them. This
was no mere concern for a stranger. It was as if keeping her alive was as important to this
woman as her own life was. What does it matter to her? she wondered.

And then she heard the words that later made her think the whole thing was a dream.

"Please don’t, Mommy, please don’t...."

Kiyone was paralyzed with astonishment. "Mommy?"

Once again she found herself looking at the woman. Her figure was very similar to her own,
excepting the swollen belly that signalled pregnancy. The hair was just slightly greener, not
quite so dark, and fell down around her waist. She was dressed in Juraian-style maternity
clothes--a long, lavender kimono with a wide white sash--and wore a heart-shaped locket of
polished wood with intricate designs carved in around her neck. She did very much look like a
grown-up Mirei.

The girl, tears spilling from her eyes now, dropped the gun on the grass and rushed up to
Kiyone. She threw her arms around her and started sobbing. Instinctively, Kiyone’s arms
enfolded this woman, who spoke between sobs. "Please, Mommy.... please don’t kill
yourself....Daddy will be so lonely...."

"Mirei?" she murmured.

The girl looked at her and nodded. She then took Kiyone’s hand and placed it on her belly.
Kiyone’s eyes went wide as she felt the baby inside kick. "A baby?"

Mirei nodded happily. "Your grandchild." Her expression went serious. "I know it’s hard,
Mommy, but please hold on. Just wait a little while longer. I promise you, you’ll be happy." Her
face brightened. "Auntie Mihoshi is right. Daddy loves you very much. He just doesn’t know that
you love him." She hugged Kiyone again. " Just give it a few days. I promise, Mommy, you’ll be
happy soon."

Kiyone was still a little dazed, but she nodded. It won’t hurt to wait a little while. After all,
she might be telling the truth. "Just wait a few days?"

"Yes. Oh, and there’s something I ought to show you, just to help convince you."

Mirei cracked open the locket and pressed down on the inside. Appearing in the air above it
was an image of Tenchi and Kiyone, dressed in formal Juraian royal court garb. Tenchi's hair
had grown, and he was looking more like his grandfather Yosho when he was young. Kiyone's
hair had also grown, and it had darkened somewhat. Both of them were smiling at the holocam.
Tenchi had his arms around Kiyone, and she was snuggled in close to him. Mirei smiled at the
holoshot. "I was there when they took this picture. They had to take several, because you two
kept kissing just as they took the picture!" She laughed, which prompted Kiyone to laugh too.

After a moment, Mirei closed the locket and looked at Kiyone. "Promise me, Mommy. Promise
you won’t do anything for at least a week. I don’t want to see Daddy be sad for the rest of his
life, and that’s what he would be if you did that."

Kiyone still wasn’t completely convinced that this was real, but she had nothing to lose, and
everything to gain, by waiting. "All right, Mirei. When--" She tried to think of what she wanted
to ask. "--when will I see you again?"

"In a little while, Mommy." Mirei gave her mother a last hug, and vanished in a blaze of
cerulean light. 

Kiyone just stood there for a long moment, picked up her blaster, and shoved it back into her
satchel. It was time to go home. She would wait the week. 

When she stepped back into the apartment, Mihoshi rushed to her and hugged her tight. This
broke open Kiyone's floodgates, and the two detectives sobbed in each other's arms for what felt
like an eternity. 

Finally they cried their last tears and Mihoshi put some tea on. "Kiyone, you've got to tell him!"
she insisted.

Kiyone opened her mouth to respond, but Mihoshi interrupted her. "How is he going to know
you love him if you don't tell him?"

Kiyone had no response for that.

Mihoshi continued talking while she poured the tea. "Kiyone, Tenchi loves you so much! I see it
every time he looks at you! Every time you come into the room, his face looks a bit brighter, and
I can see that he just wants to hug you and never let go!"

She took a moment to recover breath, then plunged forward. "And you love him! All you need to
do is tell him!" From time to time, Mihoshi would exhibit signs of intelligence and clarity,
surprising everyone around her. "If you don't tell him....what if this happens again, and no one
comes to stop you next time?"

Finally, Kiyone sighed. "You're right, you're right. I'll tell him tonight. But you have to keep
Ayeka and Ryoko occupied."

"Afraid of them?" asks Mihoshi.

"Shouldn't I be?" retorts Kiyone. "Besides, what would they do to Tenchi if they found this out?"

"They'll find out eventually," reminds Mihoshi.

"If he does feel the same way. If not, it won't matter, and I don't wanna get killed over nothing."
Kiyone fixes Mihoshi with a steady stare until the blond detective nods her head. "Thank you,
Mihoshi."

Mihoshi giggles. "I can't wait! Soon you and Tenchi will be boyfriend and girlfriend, and then
you'll get married, and then...."*

 

"....and then the world will be perfect," says Tenchi softly. He smiles at his wife and hugs her
even tighter. "I’m so sorry, Kiyone-yoni. I knew I should have told you."

"It’s all right, Tenchi-yon," responds Kiyone. "At least we’re here now, and forever."

"I promise you....forever," he tells her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

After a moment, he asked, "D’ya think the girl--Mirei--was the gift that Tsunami gave you?"

"Maybe," responds Kiyone. "I know this much: I can’t wait to meet her....and thank her."

"Me too," agrees Tenchi. He stands up and sweeps Kiyone up in his arms. "How ‘bout we get
cleaned up and get some breakfast?"

"That sounds like fun," she says. And so he carries her toward the bathroom.




Washu is back in her lab, entering a brand-new set of equations, when she becomes aware of a
presence behind her. She turns around to see....Nobuyuki. Involuntarily, her heart skips a beat,
and she feels her cheeks blush red. "Err,....Mr. Masaki! What a pleasant surprise! What can I do
for you?"

Nobuyuki is looking a little embarrassed, not quite looking Washu in the eyes. Finally, he forces
himself to look up, and he stammers, "I-I-I’m s-so-sorry."

"You are?" Washu, for once, doesn’t know what to say. "For what?"

"For the other day....." Nobuyuki’s words are coming easier now. "I shouldn’t have been so rude
to you."

Washu quickly shakes her head, using enough force to give herself whiplash. "No, no, no, no
apologies necessary. I-i-in fact, I should be the one apologizing to you."

Nobuyuki smiles, and Washu feels her heart skip two beats. "Well, why don’t we talk about who
owes who apologies over dinner?" Immediately his face goes red, as if he’d said something he
hadn’t expected to. Yet his eyes tell her that he meant it.

"Yes!" The scientist realizes that she shouted this, and so she struggles to rein in her emotions.
"Yes, Mr. Masaki, that’s a brilliant idea!" Washu is excited, and for the first time in so long, that
excitement has nothing to do with a new experiment. In the back of her mind, she and Nobuyuki
are standing before Katsuhito, dressed in Japanese wedding garb, drinking from the saucer of
saké....

For his part, Nobuyuki is feeling almost queasy. He had long ago sworn to himself that he would
never again touch a woman after Achika. And so he had constructed the "dirty old man" persona
to keep any temptation at bay. That had held up even when the rest of the universe seemed intent
on using his house as a summer home. But there is something about this girl--woman, he reminds
himself--that the others all lack, the experience and true maturity only a long life can produce,
the melancholy hopefulness that only those who have loved and lost to death have any
understanding of. And so it is not so hard for him to utter the words he swore he would never
again say to a woman. "Call me Nobuyuki."

Washu’s eyes widen at this, and she nods. "All right....Nobuyuki."

Now he’s looking down at his feet and shuffling back and forth, looking like a high school kid
asking out the prettiest girl in school. "H-h-how’s tonight sound?"

"T-t-tonight?" Washu’s cheeks go redder, but she grins. "Sure! How about seven o’clock? You
pick the restaurant."

"Seven it is." There’s a strange feeling in Nobuyuki’s stomach. _Butterflies,_ he realizes.
_It’s.... it’s been maybe twenty years since I’ve been on a date, let alone thought about anyone
aside from Achika. Is now the time to change that?_ Mumbling his good-byes, he backs out the
door, somehow managing to keep from tripping over things.

Once he’s left the labs, Washu starts worrying. "Oh my god! My first date in over a millenium,
and I don’t know what to wear!" She drops into the chair behind her holo-laptop and starts
accessing every clothing catalog in the Galactic Database. "There must be something in here...."

The appointed time arrives, and Nobuyuki, dressed in his best suit, is standing outside the door
to Washu’s lab. He is fidgeting while holding a bouquet of flowers. Kyoto is razzing him. "Boy,
Nobuuyki, you must really be desperate. Taking Washu out on a date?"

"Lay off, Kyoto," comments Muriyaki, sipping her tea. "I think it’s sweet."

"Yeah, but Washu? Come on. You’re a fairly well-off man, Nobuyuki, not so old. Surely you
could find someone better…"

"And do you think you could find someplace else to live?" There is a surprising edge to
Nobuyuki’s voice, one that shuts Kyoto up. He is still groping for words when the door to the
lab swings open and Washu steps out.

At least, it looks like Washu. 

The face and hair, the major recognizable features, remain the same. 

The body....has not. 

Whereas she usually maintains the body of a twelve-year-old girl, she now has a very grown-up
body, curved in all the right places and sporting an impressive pair of breasts. She is dressed in
a black pleated skirt and white blouse, with a cream-colored sweater tied around her neck and
pink Keds. She looks quite the pretty young university student. Her eyes light up as she sees
Nobuyuki. "Oh, there you are!"

Nobuyuki nervously holds out the bouquet of roses. "Here. I, uh, got you some flowers."

"Gee, how romantic," murmurs Kyoto. Muriyaki glares at him.

Looking enchanted, Washu slowly walks up to Nobuyuki and accepts the flowers. He offers her
his arm. "Are you ready to go?"

She nods shyly and he guides her out to the car. Ryoko comes down the stairs just in time to see
them walk out the door. A mystified expression graces her features. "What the hell are they
doing?"

"Nobuyuki and Washu are going on a date," explains Muriyaki. She fakes a swoon. "It’s so
sweet!"

"It’s so frightening," retorts Kyoto.

Sasami pokes her head out of the kitchen. "Is everyone ready for dinner?"

"You can forget about Nobuyuki and Washu," replies Kyoto. "The two of them are going out for
dinner."

"Oh! How sweet! I wonder if this will mean that Washu will be my grandmother...."




"And here is your table. Thank you for coming to Ryoji’s!" The waitress smiles at her two new
customers and heads for the bar, to get their drinks.

Washu and Nobuyuki smile shyly across the table at each other. Here, in Okayama’s finest
restaurant, Nobuyuki had reserved--at considerable cost--the finest table in the house.

"Here you go!" The waitress returns with the cocktails. "A vodka maritini for the lady, and--"
she turns a dazzling smile on Nobuyuki "--your usual, Mr. Masaki. Now, if there’s anything else
you need--" Washu can’t help thinking there’s a double-meaning to her words "--just let me
know."

Nobuyuki nods in approval. "Thank you, Aya. I’d like a sirloin steak, well-done, with
mushroom sauce, and--" he looks across the table "--what’ll you have, Washu?"

Washu looks at her menu. "Hmm....the grilled salmon sounds good. I’ll take that."

"All right....one steak with mushrooms, and one grilled salmon, and I’ll get those to you soon."
She smiles again and walks off toward the kitchen.

Washu watches her almost jealously. "You’re a regular here?"

Nobuyuki shrugs. "At my work, I’m high enough up so that I have to do a lot of lunch or dinner
meetings. Aya’s usually our waitress."

"She seems awfully eager to....serve," Washu notes, watching for Nobuyuki’s reaction.

Nobuyuki meets her look with a confused one. "Huh?"

"You didn’t notice?"

"Notice what?"

Washu chuckles. "You really are oblivious to it...."

Nobuyuki’s eyes narrow. "How so?"

She smiles, to soften her words, and reaches across the table, covering his hand with hers.
"You’re actually a pretty good catch, Nobuyuki."

"Oh?" Nobuyuki’s eyes show that he’s rather skeptical of the claim. 

"You don’t believe me?"

"I’d like to.... but the only reason I could imagine anyone wanting me is for financial security."
Nobuyuki smirks. "That’s it. I’m no prize, Washu."

"Yes you are," she protests hotly. "Generous, intelligent, kind....handsome...."

"Really?" Nobuyuki’s eyes are still guarded, but she can see a hope beginning to flicker in them.

"Nobuyuki, exactly how in need of financial security am I?"

Nobuyuki bows his head slightly. "I know...." He takes a look around the restaurant. "You know,
it’s been a long time since I’ve had this table...."

"Oh?" Washu looks curious.

"The last time was.... twenty-four years ago."

Washu thinks for a moment. "Y.... you married Achika in ’74, right? So this would have been...."
The full realization hit her. ".... where you proposed to her ...."

Nobuyuki nods, meeting Washu’s eyes.

Washu’s first reaction is to wonder why the hell they’re talking about Achika.... but then she
remembers something else he’d just said: "The last time I had this table...."

Her eyes widen as she realizes the full impact of his words. _This.... this is where he proposed
to her.... and hasn’t come back since she died. To him, this is a special place--perhaps the
most special place. Now, he’s brought me here.... because.... he.... he l--_

To conceal the racing of her heart, she smiles dryly. "Why, Nobuyuki, isn’t this a little sudden?"

Nobuyuki returns the smile, and in his eyes Washu sees--

_He does._

"Here’s your food, and--hello? Um, excuse me?" The waitress has arrived with their food, and
her words break the spell--for the moment.




"Grandpa Nobuyuki? Are you okay?" Sasami pushes open the door to Nobuyuki’s bedroom.
"The office called, and they were aski--ohh!"

Sprawled across the bed, wearing nothing but the sheets, are Nobuyuki and Washu (grown-up
Washu, thank God ^_^), their bodies intertwined in a very intimate fashion.

Sasami’s initial reaction is shock, then amusement. The thought of awakening and embarrassing
them occurs to her, but she decides against it. 

"Hey, Sasami, what’s goin’ on in--" Ryoko sticks her head into the doorway, and her eyes go
wide. She clamps her hands over her mouth, trying to suppress the laughter.

That lasts for about ten seconds.

Washu is the first to be roused by the snickering, and she yelps as she sees Ryoko standing in the
doorway, doubled over laughing. "Ryoko! What the hell are you doing in here?!"

"I (giggle) think the (giggle) question is (giggle) what’re you (giggle) doing here, Washu
(collapse into full-bore belly laugh)!" Ryoko collapses on the floor howling.

"Ryoko? Are you a--" Kyoto bursts into the room, see what caused Ryoko’s reaction, and starts
laughing himself.

Nobuyuki is awakened now. Standing up--and unaware of his lack of clothing--he says in a
firm voice, "Get out of my room!"

Washu has an abashed look on her face. "Uh, Nobuyuki, look down...."

"What do you mean, l--oh my." His face now red, Nobuyuki scrambles for the covers.

Ryoko is still recovering from the bout of laughter. "I’m rather impressed, Nobuyuki! You’re
bigger than I thought!"

Kyoto glares at his wife. "Hey!"

"Get out. Now. Unless you want to find somewhere else to live." The very tone of Nobuyuki’s
voice grabs their attention, and the look in his eyes makes them gulp and back out.

Nobuyuki softens his tone as his gaze shifts to Sasami. "You too, Sasami. We’ll be down for
breakfast soon."

Sasami nods. "But what if your work calls again?"

"Tell them I’m taking the day off."

"Okay." Sasami grins mischievously. "Don’t be too naughty!" She leaves the room, humming a
happy tune.

Nobuyuki closes the door and sinks back onto the bed. Washu looks over at him and
instinctively curls closer. Nobuyuki looks at her for a long moment, then, ever so slowly, wraps
his arms around her.

"Sorry about the disturbance," he apologizes.

Washu smiles. "It’s okay. Ryoko’s too much like her mother."

Nobuyuki looks at her in surprise. "You.... you know Ryoko’s mother? I thought you two might
be from the same planet, because of the similarity in hairstyles, but I wasn’t sure...."

"I know her very well," Washu answers slowly. "I see her face in the mirror every morning."

"‘You see her face in the mir--’ Oh my god." Nobuyuki looks as if Washu had just told him that
she’s a he. "You’re her mother?!"

Washu nods.

"But.... how? You were locked up inside that cave for seven hundred years...."

"Long story. I’ll tell you about it sometime...."

"One of those things?" Nobuyuki asks lightly.

Washu shrugs. "Failed marriage."

Nobuyuki winces and hugs Washu tighter. "Sorry."

"Not your fault. These things happen...." She looks up at him and smiles shyly. "You know.... this
may be...." She sighs. "Sorry. It’s.... it’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone,
seriously or otherwise."

"It’s all right," whispers Nobuyuki, gently kissing Washu’s forehead. "Me too. I guess maybe....
maybe it’s time again...."

Washu chuckles, deliberately misinterpreting his words to keep the mood light. "Again? You’re
insatiable!"

"Funny, I used to tell Achika the same thing," grins Nobuyuki. His lips start to work their way
down to Washu’s own. Sighing, she leans back into the mattress and begins to reciprocate.

 

 

"....yeah, he’s.... he’s not feeling well, but he should be fine by tomorrow. All right, I’ll tell
him.... you’re welcome! Bye-bye!" Sasami hangs up the prhone and smiles at Nobuyuki as he
comes down the stairs. "All taken care of, Grandpa Nobuyuki! They said it’d be pretty quiet
over there today, but they want you to supervise the completion of a skyscraper in Osaka
tomorrow."

"Thank you, Sasami." Nobuyuki smiles at Washu as she comes down the stairs. "Feel like a trip
to Osaka?"

"I’d love to," Washu replies, wearing the silly grin that people in love tend to wear.

Sasami grins and goes back to cooking breakfast.




Ryoko is still giggling. "I can't believe it. Nobuyuki.... and.... Washu?" 

"No kidding, that is a scary thought," agrees Kyoto. His eyes dart down to his wife's chest,
covered by a flannel pajama top. He can just barely make out the peaks of her nipples....

"Kyoto? Kyoto, are you listening to me?" Ryoko follows her husband's gaze and blushes.
"Kyoto...." 

"S-sorry." Kyoto reluctantly tears his gaze away from the awesome sight. 

"Now, you've done it." Ryoko grabs his arm. "Come on." 

"Where are we going?" 

"Back to bed, baka!" 

"Oh...."

Once in their room, Ryoko presses her body hard up against Kyoto's, locking her lips to his and
slowly moving her body up and down his. 

Kyoto groans loudly. When he speaks, his voice is strained. "Ryoko.... " His right hand moves
up and cups her left breast, kneading the nipple between two fingers. 

His left hand slowly begins to unbutton the pajama top, allowing the right hand to dart inside.
The shirt is unbuttoned in a second's time and is falling away from her body, exposing her
exquisite bosom, restrained by a lacy white bra. Kyoto's left hand is fumbling around on her
back working at the clasp. 

When the clasp finally releases, her bra pops off, her breasts bouncing delightfully. Now bare,
Kyoto's right hand returns to her left breast, flicking the nipple until it's hard. Holding the firm
nipple between two fingers, Kyoto begins to rub the tip with his thumb, causing Ryoko to arch
her back in extreme pleasure. 

Kyoto's lips slowly kiss their way down her neck, onto her collar bone, and slowly sliding
down her left breast and onto the nipple where they begin to suckle. His left hand, now free,
loops around her back and he slowly lowers her down onto the bed. 

Once her head is resting on the down pillow, the hand moves down her stomach and pops the
snap on her pajama pants and slips under the waistband of her panties and darts between her
legs where it begins to massage. The hand is moist in a few seconds as Ryoko's lower body
begins to moisten with her desires. 

"Oh.... please... don’t tease me...." she moans, arching her back with each stroke. 

"All right," he tells her, removing his hand and starting to kiss his way downward.

She stops him by rolling both of them over, so that she’s on top. Her hands quickly pull off his
T-shirt, and work down his boxer shorts a moment later. She curls the fingers of one hand
around his growing member, and starts to pump it up and down, racking Kyoto’s body with
pleasure. 

"Ryoko..." Somehow, he has enough clarity to work her panties down and off of her, until they
are falling around her ankles. Grinning, Ryoko slowly guides on top of her, and then into her
body, and the two of them moan in pleasure as their bodies merge. They are still for several
minutes, kissing each other voraciously before Kyoto slowly begins to thrust. Ryoko wraps her
arms around his back, pressing him tighter against her as she spreads her legs to take in as much
of him as possible. 

As he thrusts into her, she runs her fingernails up and down his spine, sending ripples of
pleasure cascading through Kyoto’s body and into her own. This goes on for a delightfully
sweaty twenty minutes before Ryoko rolls herself again, bringing herself on top, where she
begins to bounce herself up and down on Kyoto’s member. Kyoto’s hands reach up and clasp
both her breasts, kneading the nipples between his fingers. 

Their union continues on with them ocassionaly changing sides --and positions-- for another
hour or so. At this time, Ryoko suddenly pulls herself tightly against Kyoto as her body is rattled
with each climatic wave of pleasure that washes over her. 

A second later, a delighted groan elicits from Kyoto, signaling that he has found his own peak.
Now spent, husband and wife collapse on top of one another and slowly drift off to sleep. 




(The author pauses in writing for a moment.  "Chi wrote that part as a concession to all you Ryoko fanboys.
Hope you're happy."  He resumes writing.)




Ayeka slowly comes to, rubbing her forehead. "Oh my.... I’ve got such a headache...."

Beside her, Seiryo slowly rises to a sitting position. "Nngh.... I do as well...."

She smiles hungrily at him. "How much of one?"

He returns the smile. "Not that bad of one."

After holding eye contact for another moment, they dive back under the covers.




"K-Kiyone-yoni...." Tenchi’s voice is shaky.

"Yes, Tenchi-yon?" his wife responds sweetly. 

Tenchi is lying on his stomach on their bed, naked from the waist up, his head hanging off the
edge of the bed. Kiyone, in short shorts and a tank top, is straddling his back and giving him a
full-body massage. "You like?"

"Ungh.... feels good.... too good...."

Kiyone smiles and stretches herself out atop her husband. She isn’t wearing a bra underneath the
top, and Tenchi moans even louder as he feels her hard nipples pressing through the thin
material into his back.

"K-K-Kiyone-yoni.... oh dear god Kiyone-yoni...."

Kiyone’s lips are kissing their way up and down the back of Tenchi’s neck, while one hand is
inside his shorts. His shaft, already long and hard, is growing longer and harder by the moment. 

"Kiyone-yoni.... can’t take much more...." Tenchi feels the rustling of cloth, and then his wife
brings his hand back to rest on her hip, just high enough to feel the thin elastic of the skimpy
panties. "Stop teasing me.... please...."

"You tease me all the time.... Daddy...." Kiyone has been aroused from the get-go, and she’s
almost finished teasing her husband.

He surprises her by spinning over.

Now she’s spread-legged, on the bed, with him half-kneeling between her legs. The tent in his
shorts is one of the biggest she’s ever seen him sport.

Tenchi reaches one hand up to her breasts and starts to gently squeeze. His other hand starts to
tickle her at the crotch of her panties.

"Now--ah!--who’s--ooh!--teasing who!" Kiyone giggles.

"Turnabout is fair play, my love," grins Tenchi. He leans down and kisses her between the
thighs, right where a wet spot is developing on her panties.

Kiyone stifles a euphoric cry. "Ahh.... this is your revenge for all the times I made you help me
get dressed for school, isn’t it?"

"That’s right, my beloved wife," Tenchi confirms. "Do you have any idea how much self-control
it took--how much it takes--to keep from jumping you every time you smile?!"

"As much as for me?" Kiyone gasps.

"At least." Tenchi starts to kiss around her waistband, savoring the taste of her skin. Not
bothering to push her panties aside or down, he gently licks at her mound through the thin silk,
lapping at her juices like a desert wanderer at an oasis.

"Oh, Tenchi-yon.... oh, daddy...." Kiyone arches her back and squeezes her eyes shut, her body
shaking in rhythm with the sensations her husband’s ministrations are causing. She feels an
orgasm starting to build....

Abruptly she realizes that Tenchi isn’t kissing her Jade Gate anymore.

He’s now on his knees, rubbing the bulge in his shorts against her sopping-wet thighs; the
panties are doing very little to contain her arousal. His right hand is still cupping her left breast,
gently rubbing the hard nipple through the material between two fingers; the other one is gently
caressing her face.

Kiyone’s eyes widen. She’s so close.... "Tenchi-yon?! What the hell are you--"

He smiles and rubs himself against her even harder. His grip on her left breast shifts, and his
thumbs starts to trace a circular pattern around the nipple. Kiyone can already feel the loose tank
top starting to get a little tight....

"You’re perfect," Tenchi whispers. "Have I told you that lately?"

"N-not in the last ten minutes...."

His eyes flick over her, affection mingled with--perhaps even stronger than--the lust in them.
"Well, you are."

Kiyone smiled up at her husband and sits up quickly. She throws off her tank top, causing her
unbound breasts to bounce delightfully. Before Tenchi can react, she’s pushing him back on the
bed, her lips pressed to his and her tongue in his mouth. Once he’s on his back, she starts to
stroke the bulge in his shorts. 

Tenchi moans. "K-Kiyo-Kiyone-yo-yoni.... can’t hold it in m-mu-much lo-longer...."

"You have so little self-control, my husband," teases Kiyone. But she starts to ease down the
zipper. Tenchi’s member literally bursts out of its captivity; already at full length and hardness,
it is trembling as the air washes over it.

Kiyone’s own arousal is getting unbearable. She makes a decision and peels off her panties. She
eases herself down onto Tenchi’s member, sighing contentedly as he fills her.

"Ahh...." Tenchi relaxes as his member is surrounded by the hot and wet tightness of his wife.
Another moan escapes his lips as she starts to move up and down on him.

"Mmph.... oh, Tenchi-yon.... oh, Daddy.... so big...." Kiyone’s eyes are squeezed shut, and her
breath is coming out in sharp gasps.

"Oh, god.... Kiyone-yoni.... megami-sama...." All at once, Tenchi rolls over on top, thrusting
savagely into his wife--at the same time that they’ve rolled off the bed.

"Agh!" Kiyone gasps, a gasp of pain this time; her husband’s thrust had been coincident with
them landing on the floor, and since he was on top, the force of his entry had been tripled.

Tenchi immediately rears back onto his knees, desire replaced by concern. "Oh my god....
Kiyone-yoni, are you all right?"

"Uh.... yeah.... I’m okay now...." The pain is already fading, and the need for Tenchi to fill her
again is replacing it.

Tenchi’s face still wears the look of concern, and also guilt. "I’m sorry, Kiyone-yoni. I don’t
know what I was thinking. We can stop now, if you--"

"Not on your life." Tenchi’s member is still partway inside of Kiyone, and if it lingers there
much she’s going to scream. The pain now a distant memory, she hisses, "In. Now."

Tenchi’s body reacts, slamming hs quivering length back into Kiyone. Kiyone gasps again,
reveling in the intoxicating sensations. "Oh, yes... just like that...."

Tenchi shifts his position so that he’s lying atop her, between her legs. In this position the act is
much easier for them. 

"Oh, yes.... oh, Tenchi-yon.... make your little girl come, Daddy.... make me come.... make
me--ahh!!!" Kiyone reaches her climax. Tenchi’s own is not long in following.*




"Nobuyuki, this really isn't necess--"

"Yes, it is." Nobuyuki is adamant. "I've found someone again, and I don't need these anymore."

With that, he begins to empty his bookshelves into the large garbage can.

As the can begins to fill, the rest of the house's occupants poke their heads into the room. There
is a collective widening of the eyes at they see the large collection of adult videos, magazines,
and doujinshi the second-eldest Masaki man has amassed over the years. 

The only thing more shocking is that every one of the magazines and videos are still in the
wrapping. 

Mitsuki is the most surprised. "So... he's not really a..."

"Of course not, Mitsuki!" chirps Mihoshi.

Kyoto blinks as Nobuyuki tosses a certain tape into the can. "Hey! I've been looking for that
one!"

Ryoko scowls, and looks at the title. "You're right. We have been looking for that one!" She
snatches the video case out of the can.

Finally Nobuyuki has cleaned out his "stash," and he carries the garbage can outside. When he
walks back in, he's looking younger--better--than he has in years. 

"And that--is that."

Silence greets him.... a silence that is suddenly replaced by applause.




"You know, I already knew about it," Washu told Nobuyuki later that night. The two of them had
just finished making love, and were sprawled across each other in the afterglow.

Nobuyuki looks at her quizzically. "About what?"

"You know.... that each and everyone one of those hentai-class videos and magazines were
unopened."

Nobuyuki sighs. "Were you the only one?"

Washu shakes her head. "No. That one night that you sent all of us out of the house, just a day or
two before Muriyaki and Kyoto arrived.... we had come home, and found you asleep. Tenchi
saw the video box on the table and turned on the TV." She smiles slightly at the memory.
"Imagine our surprise when we see Achika on the screen making breakfast."

"‘Summertime ’84’," Nobuyuki whispers.

"That’s exactly what the label on the box said," agrees Washu.

"So...." Nobuyuki sounds almost relieved. "I wasn’t fooling any of you...."

"Not from that point," Washu tells him. "Now, there were times.... like that one time when you
tried to sneak into the ladies’ bath.... but for the most part, we saw something there none of us
expected. After traveling back in time, and seeing Achika, we began to understand how you
could have degraded because of her death, but...."

Nobuyuki wraps his arms around Washu. "Say no more."

"Oh, you’re ready for more, are you!" Washu starts attacking his mouth with hers.




(Author’s note: You should thank me for deciding against a Nobuyuki/Washu sex scene!^^)




"Kiyone-yoni? You awake?"

Silence.

Tenchi smiles at his dozing wife and gently extricates himself from her embrace. If he stays in
bed much longer, his rumbling stomach will wake her up. pulling on his discarded boxers, he
wanders into the hall, heading for the kitchen. 

Twenty minutes and a plate of leftover parchment chicken with rice later (tonight’s dinner was
Chinese take-out), Tenchi is full--and now fully awake.

Not to mention horny.

_God, I’m so hard.... maybe I should wake Kiyone-yoni up...._

He quickly discards the idea. _No. We were up till 1:30 playing "schoolgirl and
sensei." She’s exhausted._

_It’s not like she’d mind,_ persists his.... libido (for lack of a better word). 

_Even so, I will not wake her up. I’m gonna let my Kiyone-yoni get some sleep._

_And how are we gonna take care of that?_ his libido accuses, indicating the large tent in
Tenchi’s shorts.

_I’ll.... well, what else can I do?!_

_You could go into town, look for a native girl...._

_Of course not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!_

_Well, why are you standing here arguing with me? Get going and get stroking!_

Shrugging, Tenchi turns to make his way to the bathroom when something outside catches his
eye--something that makes his already-painful erection even harder.

Kiyone, standing naked, on the porch, leaning against the railing. Even at 4:00 A.M., night in the
tropics is still fairly warm.

_How did she get out here?_ Tenchi wonders. _Oh, wait, there’s a sliding door in the bedroom.
But why didn’t she come out and get me?_

"Kiyone-yoni?" he calls out, joining her on the porch. "Whatcha doin’ out here?"

Kiyone doesn’t speak. 

Tenchi comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist, trying to ignore the pleasant
sensation of pressing into her. "Ahh.... are you okay, Kiyone-yoni?"

"Mm-hmm.... mmm...." Kiyone presses herself back against her husband.

"Unh.... Kiyone-yoni...." Tenchi squeezes his eyes shut. She feels so good....

Kiyone starts to rub her backside against Tenchi’s pelvis, a low moan of arousal escaping from
her lips. 

Tenchi’s member is threatening to burst from his shorts, and so he pushes them down and starts
rubbing his head against her gateway. The trickle of fluid drips down onto his time; the soft
touch arouses him even more. He thrusts upward, entering the folds of her womanhood with a
grunt of satisfaction.

"Ahh!" Kiyone starts pushing herself back against him in time with his thrusts. 

This continues for another fifteen minutes before Tenchi spills into her with a final thrust; the
feeling of his seed shooting into her is enough to prompt her own climax. He lingers inside of
her for another few minutes, until he starts to harden again. He starts to thrust again, but she
turns, still keeping her back to him, and takes his hand, leading him back into the living room. 

Once back inside, she drops to her knees in fron of him, keeping her face hidden from view, and
takes his quivering tip between her lips. Tenchi groans as she begins to swirl her tongue around
him, sucking at him like a little girl at a lollypop. Still recovering from the coupling on the
porch, it’s not long before Tenchi is spilling into Kiyone again. She takes it all in her mouth,
swallowing it. Still on her knees, she turns around and assumes a hands-and-knees position,
presenting her rear end to Tenchi.

Still incredibly aroused, Tenchi drops to his knees behind his wife. Spreading apart her
buttocks, he presses his shaft against her tight pucker and begins to push himself in.

"Ahhh...." hisses Kiyone in mingled pain and pleasure.

"S-sorry, Kiyone-yoni.... d’ya want me to stop?"

"Huh-uh.... ahh!" She pushes herself back against him, abruptly engulfing him. Another gasp of
mixed pain and pleasure escapes her lips, but her rhythm soon matches his. As he continues to
thrust into her, the pain lessens and the pleasure increases until she is closing to coming....

Tenchi goes off first--he and Kiyone have this kind of sex only occasionally. Still, he keeps
pumping until his wife comes. 

Once she’s climaxed, Tenchi pulls gently out of her, pulls her up to a kneeling position, and hugs
her. "Thank you, Kiyone-yoni."

Kiyone sighs contentedly and presses herself back against him, covering his hands with her own
for a long moment. She then rises to her feet, without turning around, and walks down the
hallway, towards their room.

After recovering his discarded shorts and having a drink of ice water, Tenchi returns to their
bedroom to find his wife dozing softly atop the covers. He notes that Kiyone must have taken a
shower, for most of the sweat is gone and she’s wearing panties and a tank top. Smiling, he pulls
her close to him and pulls the covers up around them.




In another place....

"Are you back already, my lady?" inquires a heavyset figure of average height, his features
cloaked in the shadows.

"Yes." 

"And...."

"It was good." The lady is at a sitting table with a mirror, running a brush through her hair. She
does like quite a bit like Kiyone Masaki, but resembles more closely another woman. The long,
black-blue hair is tied up in a long, scythe-like tail, and her eyes are brown. There is a
difference, however; there is a coldness, a cruelty, in this woman’s eyes that was lacking in her
mirror image’s. "I must admit, I was not expecting him to be so aggressive.... so primal. He
didn’t even notice that my hair was a little darker than his precious Kiyone’s.... that my voice
was a little different.... he just took me."

"You didn’t sound like you were complaining," her lieutenant notes dryly. 

"No, I certainly wasn’t--and I’m not now," she informs him. "I enjoyed it very much...." Her
gazes drifts down to a holograph on her table--more specifically, two figures in the holo. "Well,
my twin sister, it appears that I’ve won this round, haven’t I?" He lips turn upward in a cruel
smile. "I have had your precious little boy inside of me.... and all the while he thought I was his
wife.

"The consequences of this act will not manifest for a long time, but they will manifest.

"Rest in peace.... Achika."




The rest of their time in Bali passes quickly with plenty of sightseeing and souvenir buying
and--of course--"private time." 

On the last day:

Tenchi is checking the list of chores. "Did we get everything, Kiyone-yoni?"

"Yep," Kiyone calls back. "All the sheets are washed, all the rooms vacuumed, all the plates
and glasses cleaned. How long till we hafta be at the airport?"

Tenchi checks his watch. "’bout three hours."

"Just enough time for a walk on the beach." Kiyone grabs her husband’s hand. "C’mon."

As they walk on the warm sand, Tenchi loops his right arm around Kiyone’s shoulders. "Did
you have a good honeymoon, my wife?"

"The best I’ve ever had," she teases.

"I’m glad you approved," Tenchi retorts gently.

"How could I do anything but?" Kiyone looks over at her husband. "How about you?"

"The best time of my life." Tenchi lets his grin transform into a leer.

Kiyone fakes a pout. "Hmph! All you can think about is getting between my legs!"

"I’m serious, though." Tenchi stops and wraps both his arms around Kiyone, who lets her
feigned pout change into a smile. "I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you, and these
past three weeks alone with you have.... they’ve just been great."

"And when we get home?"

Tenchi shrugs. "I still don’t know the the first thing about being an Emperor. I’ll be relying
heavily on Sagami, Seiryo, and Uncle Kenichi, and I get the feeling that the.... opposition.... on
the council will be expecting this." He smiles. "But as long as I have you and Sami-cha’ya with
me, I think I’ll be okay."

"Oh?"

"Well, it’s not every man who’s married to the perfect woman, you know. Sweet, loving, smart,
tough...."

Kiyone blushes. "T-Tenchi-yon...."

"....strong, sexy, a complete knock-out...."

"Tenchi-yon! You’re swelling my ego!"

Tenchi leers at her again. "I could push you down onto the sand and have my way with you.
Would that deflate your ego?"

"Oooh! Would ya please, Mr. Masaki?" Kiyone’s tone is sarcastic, but her eyes are twinkling
playfully.

"Or maybe we should just wait till we’re on the plane and join what the Americans call the
‘Mile High Club’...."

"Tenchi no hentai!" Kiyone starts to swat playfully at her husband, who blocks her and ends up
pulling her back into his arms and sweeping her up into a long kiss.

After a long moment, their lips seperate. "Your call," he whispers.

"Mile High," she giggles.




"Mommy! Daddy!" Sasami runs up to greet her parents, who have just disembarked from their
plane.

"Sami-cha’ya!" Tenchi lifts her up in his arms and swings her around. "Hello there, angel. How
ya doing?"

"Good!" Once Tenchi has set her down, Sasami runs to Kiyone and hugs her. "Mommy!"

"There’s my little girl," Kiyone laughs, dropping onto one knee so as to better hug Sasami. "Did
you have a good time while we were gone?"

"Uh-huh! I--" Sasami sniffs the air, then sniffs Kiyone’s jacket. Her happy smile turns
mischievous. "Were you two naughty on the plane?" 

Kiyone blushes. "Sami-cha’ya! Of course we weren’t! How can you even th--"

"....yep, someone left her panties in the lavatory," comments a stewardess to her friend as they
walk by the Masaki family. "They were still moist, too...."

Sasami opens her mouth wide--to shout the "N" word--but Kiyone clamps a hand over her
mouth. "Ah ha ha ha..... we’ll talk about this later."




Later that night, after the newlyweds are settled back in, Tenchi and Kiyone are cuddled together
in their bed. For once, they aren’t making love, just holding each other. 

"You asleep yet?" Tenchi asks softly.

"Not quite," Kiyone answers. She snuggles closer to him. "Tenchi-yon...."

"Yes?"

"Do you feel any.... different.... now?"

"How so?"

"Well.... for most people, after the honeymoon, they aren’t so.... hungry, you know?"

Tenchi hugs Kiyone tighter. "Yeah, I know."

"I’m still.... that hungry."

"You too?" Tenchi kisses his wife’s forehead. "Now?"

Kiyone straddles him and unbuttons her nightshirt. The only thing undeneath are her panties.
"What’s this tell you.... daddy?"

"I think my appetite just came back," and he rolls over on top of her.

Afterwards, as he watches her sleep, Tenchi sighs and smiles. 

_Yes, Kiyone-yoni, this appetite for you--body, heart, and soul--isn’t going anywhere. Arei tai
yone ro komi, Kiyone-yoni. I love you._

He then settles in for sleep.

 

                                   OWARI

Footnotes:

 

*The epigraph idea was inspired by Happosai (happosai@jps.net), author of the "Aikan Muyo!"
"lemon" fan-fiction series. Who says smut can't be well-written? Song 
copyright 1986 EMI/America Records, from the Corey Hart album Fields of Fire.

 

*Jade Gate: A Chinese term for a girl's "honeypot" (do you really need to ask?!). Rather
accurate in Kiyone's case, and more dignified than a number of Western terms that come to
mind.

 

*Gates of heaven: See Jade Gate.

 

*That's Japan Standard Time, not Jurai Standard Time, in case you were curious.

 

*Sacred member: as if you needed to ask.

 

*This scene was based on some Tenchi-Kiyone doujinshi scans that Kthardin was kind enough
to ICQ me. Chi is currently making a few modifications for the pics to fit the storyline.--KM
                                       

                                       

Authors’ notes--Keiichi-dono: 

Nine months.

Nine f***ing months!

That’s how long it took me to finish this, you know. Stalled for seven months.  
If it hadn’t been for Kthardin and his doujinshi, I probably never
 would have finished it. Thank you to him. Also to everyone who
read the unfinished work and were either impressed or excited by this (true story! I gave a copy
to a lady friend who doesn’t know Ranma from Ramen , and she.... enjoyed it ^^;;;;).

If you’re reading the text version, you can get the HTML version--and the other epsiodes--at
http://members.xoom.com/Mugen_TM/MTMINDEX.html.

And now.... I’ll take a break before restarting work on MTM! #20.

We now return you to our regularly scheduled fanfiction.


--Kei