cmadill@gpu.srv.ualberta.ca This is a lemon fan fiction featuring some of the characters of Tenchi Muyou. Since it _is_ a lemon fanfic, it contains EXPLICITLY SEXUAL SCENES. If this type of thing bothers you, do not read any further. And if you do, and get offended, it is now your fault, not mine. ^_^ ******************************************************************************* TENCHI MUYOU LEMON FAN FICTION: "THE PRICE ONE PAYS", DAY ONE BY CRAIG RILEY MADILL ******************************************************************************* Masaki Tenchi wearily lays back on his bed. The room is dark, the sun having set several hours ago, but the young boy is yet awake. Despite the intense activity of the day, he's not yet ready to sleep. The morning had been blissfully quiet, the girls happily out of sight and out of mind; he had spent it repairing a wall accidentally destroyed by Ryouko the day before. After lunch, however, things were back to normal. Aeka-san and Ryouko decided they would help with weeding the fields, yet both of them seemed unable to tell the difference between the carrots and the weeds, despite much supervision and tutoring from Tenchi. Though he felt a little guilty in admitting it, he had been relieved when they finally got bored and wandered off bickering. At supper, things got worse, rather than better. As it turned out, after Aeka-san and Ryouko had left Tenchi alone in weeding what remained of the field, they had challenged each other to a cooking contest. Tenchi was to be the judge. First, they argued on how they should set the table, then on who got to serve their victim first. The later was eventually, and partially, resolved by a combat game of paper-rock-scissors. Aeka-san won, but Ryouko refused to let her feed Tenchi first, for what if he lost his appetite from eating "Aeka's putrid cooking" (Ryouko's words, not his). Peace, however fleeting, was eventually obtained by having each girl serve him in turn. Midway through the third course, Tenchi, no longer able to suppress his body's natural reaction to the food, ran off to the bathroom, where he was violently ill. Still feeling sick, with a terrible stomach ache, he had then gone to bed early. The girls had wanted to keep him company, but thankfully Wasyuu-chan had kicked them out. Despite his fears that she was going to take advantage of his illness (and of him), all she did was give him something to get rid of his stomach ache. However, something about her smile made him feel that he would end up paying for her help anyway, with interest... Then again, that seemed to be the case with every thing that happened around here. The girls seemed to eat like horses and drink like fish; adding to that the continuous repairs to the house, they made very expensive guests, using up virtually all the money Tenchi received from his father to tend to the household. Thankfully, they all owned their own clothes, so at least he didn't have to worry about that... This last thought is interrupted by Tenchi's stomach, which had finally decided to stop playing possum and make itself known with a loud growl. thinks Tenchi He gets out of bed and leaves the room, padding through the twilight, intent on going down stairs and doing just that. He pauses for a moment just outside his door as he hears a slight noise coming from the room next to his, the room Sasami-chan and Aeka-san share. He waits, motionless, barely breathing, listening in the dark, silent hallway, unsure if he had simply been imagining things. When the sound comes again, a low quiet gasp, or sigh, he knows that he hadn't been. He goes over and quietly raps on the door. Getting no response, he slides open the door and sticks his head inside. The room is dark, what little light there is comes from the crack between the closed curtains. As his eyes adjust, he is surprised to find that Sasami is sound asleep in her bed. It is Aeka who is awake, sitting on the bed, her body turned away from the door. "Umm... is Sasami-chan all right?" Aeka startled slightly at the sound of his voice, but did not turn to look at him. "Yes, _she's_ fine." she said, much more bitterly than she had intended. Tenchi, hearing the strain in her voice, enters the room and walks up behind her. "Uh... how about you, Aeka-san? How are you?" Aeka blinks in surprise. She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and tries to turn calmly towards him. "I'm fine." The moonlight, sifting through the gap between the curtains, illuminates her tense, pretty face, highlighting parts of it, leaving pools of shadows in others, making her seem incredibly pale. Tenchi puts his hand on her shoulder, but she brushes it away. "I _said_ that I'm _fine_!" she responds, raising her voice slightly. Her little sister Sasami stirs at the noise, moaning softly and rolling over in her bed. Tenchi shifts to leave, but stops himself. Instead, he takes her hand in his and, when she begins to protest, he silences her by placing a finger to his lips and looking at the slumbering Sasami, slumbering under her comforter. He tugs on her hand, helping her to her feet and drawing her out into the hallway with him. Shutting the door behind them, he turns to her and says, "What's wrong, Aeka-san? Something is..." Aeka merely shakes her head, turning away and looking down at the floor. Her whole body is rigid, tense. "Aeka-san..." Tenchi says disapprovingly, causing her to look up at him, just for a moment. Yet that is enough for him to see the tears in the corner of her eyes and the quiver of her lower lip. He guesses that she would like to flee, that she probably would if he weren't holding her hand so tightly. Grimly, he decides that he will not let her run off, not until he finds out why she is so upset. Deciding quickly that the hallway may not be the best place to have such a discussion, he reluctantly opens the door to his room and pushes her inside. He sits her on the far end of the bed, then returns to the door. After peering furtively and suspiciously into the shadows of the hallway, he slides the door shut and sits down on the bed, as far from Aeka as possible. "Please tell me what's wrong, Aeka-san..." Aeka merely stares at her lap. Then, after a long period of uncomfortable silence, she begins to speak. The unnatural calm of her voice that hints that she is straining to keep her emotions in check. "It's her. That _witch_, that crone... I've had enough of her whining, and insults and..." After a brief pause, Aeka continues, more quietly, her voice strained, "She's so insensitive of others! I just wish she would leave me alone. She's so cruel, making a fool out of me like that, all the time. I'm tired, I'm tired of..." She stops, a muffled sob cutting her off, tears starting to run down her pale cheeks. She tries to stifle them, tries to resume talking, but they keep coming, a trickle at first, but more and more as her calm facade breaks away in large chunks, showing the tattered web of feelings underneath. She covers her face with her hands, as if to hide her shame, as her shoulders heave in silent sobs. Tenchi, feeling as useful as a pair of left-handed gloves, reaches out and puts his hand on her shoulder, seeking to comfort her. This seems to destroy what little self control she has left. She clutches his shoulder tightly in her thin fingers, rumpling his t-shirt, and buries her face in it as loud sobs wrack her body. After a number of very uncomfortable minutes for Tenchi, Aeka's sobs become more drawn out, then stop. She begins to speak again, her voice heavy with anger and frustration. "I'm sorry... this... this isn't normal... for me. But, but that, that _bitch_... I..I don't know why... usually she doesn't bother me like this. I have to tougher, not let her get to me. I have to be stronger, if I'm going to win against that demon wench, I can't..." Silence. "Well, she does bug you a lot, I guess it must pile up after a while..." More sternly, "Though it's not _all_ her fault... you can be quite mean to her as well. Why's it that you two just can't ever get along? Why must you always be so cruel to each other, why're you always at each other's throats?" Aeka looks away from Tenchi, her head still on his shoulder. After a short pause, she answers, very softly. "Because we both want the same thing." Before Tenchi has a chance to ask what that might be, she quickly continues talking. "I was so set on being Youshou-oniisama's first wife, ever since I was about Sasami-chan's age, it was all I ever wanted. But now, but now... Now that I have finally found him, that is no longer possible, because... because he was too old, no longer the beautiful young man I remembered..." She stops, and shakes her head, slowly, as if thinking about what she just said. She quickly stops that train of thought, blushing. The silence drags on, accumulating like some vicious form of compound interest. Nervously, Tenchi speaks up, using the first thing that comes to mind. "First wife? Uh, oh yeah, I remember you saying that there was some law that said Jiichan needed to marry two women." Realizing that he had as much admitted to eavesdropping on a private conversation, he gives a tense laugh, scratching the back of his head. Aeka either doesn't notice or doesn't care. She responds, still looking away, but her head still pillowed on his shoulder, speaking very softly. "Yes." "One from Jurai" , "and one from the other worlds..." Tenchi smiles and cheerfully smacks his palm. "Then things are clear with you. What about Ryouko?" Aeka gasps and pulls back sharply. "WHAT!?! NEVER! I would rather DIE than... than..." She stops, the whole reality of his words sinking in. Tenchi looks at her as if she has suddenly grown another head, or changed sex, or something equally weird, but she does not notice. She stares at him, her eyes shimmering. Then, leaning her head against his chest, she asks, her voice and body quivering with nervousness, "T..Tenchi-sama... do you really mean it? What... what you just said... about... about...?" Tenchi thinks and nods happily. Aeka virtually squeals with delight, "Really! Oh, thank you, Tenchi-sama!" She hugs him tightly and kisses him on the mouth, so enthusiastically that she tips Tenchi over onto his back. Tenchi, after a brief struggle, manages to separate her mouth from his, holding her heart shaped face in his hands. "Uh, Aeka-san... _what_ are you doing? Are you _sure_ about this? You're still young, there is still plenty of time..." Aeka hugs herself to him even more firmly and nods. "Yes, I'm sure. Of course I will marry you!" Tenchi, however much he may have wanted to reply, could not. His eyes were too busy swallowing the rest of his face as they bugged out to the size of saucers (the flying kind). To make matters worse, his jaw felt like it had taken a leave of absence from his face and his tongue had tied itself into a set of knots that would have made a boy scout proud. Aeka's face slips out of his nerveless hands and she bends forwards to kiss him on the mouth. Giddy from his 'proposal', she deepens the kiss when she finds his mouth open. Suddenly, she stops and pulls back, sitting up and pulling away from Tenchi. she blushes furiously, Slowly, she undoes the front tie of her outer kimono, holding out her hand and letting it slip out of her fingers onto the floor. Slowly, but efficiently, she removes the kimono, depositing of the heavy garment in a like manner as she did her sash. She repeats the process with her lighter inner kimono, leaving herself clad only in a sleeveless and legless body suit and a pair of socks. Then, approaching the still shocked Tenchi, his hands clenching at nothing like upturned crows feet, she gently kisses him on the mouth, and stretches herself forward, molding the front of her body to his chest. Tenchi, finally getting a hold of himself, manages to stammer, "Uh, A..Aeka-san..." Aeka takes away his words by deepening the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth, running it across his teeth. She did not want anything to ruin this special moment. Her soft hands slide under his t-shirt and caress his body, running along the bare skin of his sides, chest and stomach. Tenchi whimpers softly, unsure of what to do. Blushing, he thinks, Resolving to end this, he lowers his hands to her shoulders, and pushes on them, trying to get Aeka into a sitting position, a position in which they could talk, any position, but this one... His plan, worked, up to a point, up until Aeka shifted backwards to maintain her balance. She planted one hand on the bottom of his abdomen, to stop from pitching over sideways, a move which suddenly, and decisively robbed Tenchi of his strength. Aeka gasps, but was happy to find that she had not laid her hands on Tenchi-ken, but on Tenchi himself. Tenchi could do nothing but whimper, his eyes closing tightly, all plans of righting Aeka suddenly dispersed. Aeka goes back to kissing Tenchi, half on and half off of him. With one hand, she runs her fingers through his short hair, the other gently stroking the front of his pants, rubbing the material against her latest discovery, his growing length. Noticing that his hands were once again grasping at nothing, she guides them to the sides of her body, placing them on the soft material of her chest hugging body suit, Jurai's version of female undergarments. His fingers clutch at her reflexively, pressing into the thin fabric and the malleable flesh underneath. He unconsciously slides his hands up the silken material, up to the bottom of her breasts. Blushing slightly to herself, Aeka helps guide his fingers to and into the opening of her garment, relishing the fine tingling sensation that they evoke on her bare skin. Tenchi slides his fingers higher along Aeka's soft, warm skin. He groans softly, not fully in control of his own body, hardly believing what he is doing, liking the new sensations but also feeling guilty, somehow, for doing so. He cups her breasts, his fingertips straining just a bit higher, almost reaching her nipples. Then they do go higher, his palms brushing against her nipples. Aeka shivers, but not from being cold. Bending forward, she pushes up his t-shirt, kissing the bare expanse of his stomach, her soft, warm lips working their way up his torso as she pushes up his shirt. Her hands run over your bare chest, feeling the ridges of his muscles and the contours of his lean frame. Her breath catches as her nipples harden and become increasingly sensitive to his touch. Finding herself suddenly too warm, despite having just disrobed, she pauses to push her body suit off of her shoulders. She shifts her weight to draw it down her legs and off, tossing it aside. Tenchi's hands stay with Aeka, lightly caressing her flesh. His fingers revolve, until they find their way to your nipples, lightly caressing them. He sighs her name softly, engrossed in the divine nakedness of her body, hardly believing what he is doing, but unable, unwilling to stop. Aeka smiles as she hears her love whisper her name, and moans at the attention his fingers are giving her breasts. She reaches backwards, stretching slightly, and, intentionally this time, places a hand gently in the middle of his crotch. His firm member presses out against her palm through the thick cotton of his trousers. Running her fingers along the mound in his pants, she seeks to define its form, to memorize it with the soft touch of her finger tips Tenchi leans forward, upwards, his mouth seeking her firm, plump breast. He takes it hungrily, his lips taking her satin flesh, his tongue tasting it. His hand slides down her side and across her belly, down to her crotch. Aeka shivers, and sighs pleasurably, stroking Tenchi through the heavy cotton of his pants. Then, recklessly, she undoes his cord belt and works the trousers down off of his hips. Tenchi slowly begins to rub his fingers between Aeka's legs, running their tips across the smooth skin around her sex. Aeka gives a small groan and pushes her pelvis forward against his hand. Encouraged, gratified and excited that she seems to enjoy what he is doing, his hand moves to cup her intimate area in his palm, which rubs against it as his fingers continue to slip across her silky skin. His other hand slides up across her smooth back, pulling her chest closer and deeper into his mouth as his tongue swirls around and over her nipple, his teeth biting her breast lightly. Aeka moans and stops what she was doing, shivering. Then, collecting herself, she gets his trousers down and off of his legs. She then turns her attentions to his underwear. She draws his boxers down off of his hips, which frees his erection. Her attention diverted, she takes him in her hands, feeling his length. Tenchi's eyes snap down to his crotch. He moans, arching his back, hardly believing what her touch is doing to him. Aeka gasps, surprised at his reaction as well. But she is given no time to contemplate this as Tenchi's fingers probe her crotch, splitting her labia and sliding across her inner lips. Aeka gasps. She begins rubbing one hand up and down Tenchi's shaft as the other cups his testicles. She runs her thumb across his engorged head, and rubs the bead of moisture she finds there into its hot surface. After it disappears, she finds the skin to be quite dry, so she brings her fingers into her mouth, moistening them and then runs the wet digits over the tip of his sex. Tenchi gasps, releasing her breast, then attacks her mouth with his, kissing her hungrily, his tongue thrusting past her teeth and twining with her own. Aeka responds eagerly and glues herself to him, her pert breasts and hard nipples pressing against his chest. Her fingers continue to clutch him tightly, and the tip of his shaft brushes up against her own sex as she hugs herself to him. Tenchi's eyes, wide with desire, fix themselves on hers as his hands slide to her hips, clutching them tightly. He lifts her slightly and positions her above him. Aeka trembles, with both nervousness and desire, her features flushed, as she closes her eyes. Then, guiding his penis with her slim hands, she lowers herself onto his sex. She stops as his swollen member presses uncomfortably against her hymen, unsure of what to do, not wishing to increase the discomfort but at the same time unwilling to stop. Tenchi sweats heavily, tense. Not knowing why Aeka has stopped, and unable to hold himself any longer, he thrusts his pelvis up towards her and pulls her hips downwards. He forces his way past her tightness, filling her, his penis sliding into her warm interior. She cries out sharply as he pushes past her hymen, tearing. Alarmed, he stops and looks at her face, his own reflecting his concern. Blinking back the tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, Aeka holds Tenchi tighter. Ignoring the sharp pain, she lowers herself on the spear of his member. Surprisingly, the discomfort seems to be disappearing, being replaced by a warm feeling. She moans as the pleasant feeling washes over her, unlike anything she had ever felt before. Aeka gasps again, this time with pleasure, as she settles herself on him fully, her love canal enveloping Tenchi's entire shaft. She moves slowly , rocking forward, then back, drawing his cock in and out of her. Tenchi moans, deep inside his throat. His eyes shut tightly, he thrusts his hips up against her. As she speeds up, they are both panting, their bodies colliding, his cock thrusting into her, then sliding out again. Their sweaty bodies rub together, her hard nipples leaving a fiery trail on his bare chest. Tenchi moans out her name, as Aeka's fingers dig into his shoulders. Tenchi groans and quickens the thrustings of his hips. The intense, pleasurable feeling builds within him. He thrusts deeply into her, again and again. Aeka's entire body tenses and her back arches drastically as she screams out her climax. Tenchi, the last portion of his control stripped away, empties himself within her. Then, as the warm glow of their pleasure fills them both, they relax. Aeka slumps down onto his chest, curling up against him. He hugs her softly, tenderly, and gazes at her, fondly. Noticing that her breathing had slowed and that she was drifting off into sleep, he kissed on the forehead and stroked her hair. "Aeka-san" he whispers. Slowly, careful not to disturb her, he draws the comforter over them. Aeka now asleep, Tenchi is free to pursue his own thoughts. He smiles to himself as he gazes at the young woman whose head is pillowed on his shoulder. Then, his stomach growls, reminding him once again that he had not eaten. Looking at sleeping Aeka, her head on his shoulder, her arm sprawled across his chest, he notices that it would be impossible for him to move without waking her. Smiling at her, and to himself, he thinks, Then, yawning, he curls up with the violet haired princess and closes his eyes. The soft edges of sleep find him quickly and he dozes off, contentedly. Underneath the desk, there is a soft "Miyaauuu!" Two small eyes peer out into the darkened room, watching the two humans on the bed. Then, after a brief pause, the small rabbit like animal hops across the room. It jumps into the door, colliding with it and falling backwards, slightly stunned. It backs up and tries again, this time successful jumping through the wooden barrier. ---The End of Day 1 of the Price One Pays--- ------------------------------------------------------------- For those who are less familiar with the Japanese language (no mean feat, I tell you), here are some translations of some of the few Japanese words I used. For those who are curious, I left these untranslated because I felt they gave a better indication of the way the character's speak than their English equivalents. As well, I feel it makes me seem more sophisticated. ^_^ oniisama = older brother jiichan = (as used here) grandfather Tenchi-ken = Tenchi's sword/sword hilt Also used are a number of honorifics. While it is beyond me to give a precise definition of each of them, I am able to rank them in order of respect and formality. chan -> kun -> san -> dono -> sama This may be a bit more plot-intensive than most lemon fanfics. Despite the fact that I have the characters doing things you would NEVER see them doing in the anime, I tried to portray as true to the originals as I could. For me, it wasn't so much the lemon part of the story that interested me. Indeed, I would have been a whole lot more comfortable if it hadn't been a lemon at all, but that would have been cheating. The idea that originally grabbed me was what would happen to the complex web of relationships between Tenchi and his house guests if sex were introduced to the picture. I will explore this further in continuations to this fanfic, should inspiration strike again and if reactions are favorable to this one. Of course, I must lay the blame on those to whom it belongs, those who have aided and abetted me in my literary endeavors. The prime perpetrator is Darren Demaine, who has urged/encouraged me in getting this written, as well as helping with ideas and editing. No doubts he has been sending me subliminal messages as well. ^_^ I also must accuse Richard Hempsey of helping me come up with the concept in the first place, so many months ago. Last of the guilty are Rob and Lee, charged with general hasslage and weirdness. Hopefully, this should get me welcomed to the esteemed halls of the Hoard o' Hentai, that pinnacle of twistedness. Watch out for future Hoard o' Hentai productions! I appreciate all comments. Please E-mail me! PLEASE! Please, I beg of you! ^_^ Anyway, I will read and respond to all feedback, be it flames or praises, death threats or monetary awards. At the very least, it will help me know when to flee the country before the lynch mob gets me. ^_^ By the way, sorry for the long comments section. I promise never to do it again... maybe. ^_^ ------------------------------------------------------------- Please e-mail your thoughts and opinions to me at cmadill@gpu.srv.ualberta.ca. People can also hassle me on AnimeMUCK, but I will make that more difficult by not telling you who I am there. Bbbbeeeeuuuu! ^_^ Craig Riley Madill Dr. Ruminahui, the shrink with a spear. The most important of BAKA's (the Banzai Anime Klub of Alberta) non-essential members. Member of the 'Cute Girls with Glasses' fan club. Prime subjects of worship: Hououji Fuu (Rayearth), Yoriko (Taiho) and Hasegawa Sora (A!MS!) ------------------------------------------------------------- This is a perfect plan... all I have to do is laugh! -Ibuki, Blazing Transfer Student -------------------------------------------------------------