Ok, some people pointed a few blaring plot inconsistancies, so I had to
do a bit of tinkering with it.  Here it is, all fixed up for your
viewing pleasure.

WARNING:  This is a SELF-INSERTION fic.  You know what that means.  If
you do not like these self-indulging, inflated dream type gigs, you
don�t have to read it.  I wish you would though.  I�d like to think I�m
writing for SOME reason.

Tenchi Muyo! Is the property of some huge conglomerate and not me.  The
characters were created by the creative genius of an author, not me,
who�s name I don�t know.  So please don�t sue me!  I don�t mean any
harm!

All comments are welcome, positive or not.  Send it all to
MIDP@Rocketmail.com


Some untitled Tenchi Fic
By:  John Harding

Part 1:

   It was a beautiful Day in June.  Seventy degrees, not too windy, no
rain.  I was driving home from my favorite anime-supplying comic store,
windows down, 103.5 FM on the radio, and not a care in the world, except
getting to my room so I could throw the latest Ranma � tape in the ol�
VCR.  I really wouldn�t have cared when I got home, but work started in
two hours and I wanted to watch the tape before I had to run to work.
That was when all my troubles started.

   The express lanes are fun.  You can speed and speed and speed, and no
matter how fast you go, there�s someone going faster.  Thus, no speeding
tickets.  Yeah right.  Anyway, I was going a leisurely 75, arm out the
window darkening my truck driver�s tan, listening to the local radio
personality ramble on about the latest contest when it happened.  I saw
what looked like lightning strike further up the road.  This was
confusing, especially since there wasn�t a cloud in the sky.  I
dismissed it as a reflection or something and continued on my way.  As I
continued neared my exit off the expressway, I noticed that the
lightning was growing more concentrated, and in a small area.

   <That is not lightning,> I thought to myself.  [Note that John is
prone to understatement]  Stupidly, I continued to watch the portable
lightning storm, but did not move out of the way.  This was the critical
error on my fault.  If I had just changed lanes, NOTHING would have
happened.  But NOOOO!  I kept on driving, stupid smile on my face,
thinking "oooooo pre�tty."  Man am I stupid.  Well, the lightning
reached terminal velocity, and turned into a portal.  FINALLY, it
registered in my slow 386SX mind�

   <This is bad.>   Well needless to say, it was just a leeeetle too
late to avoid it at this point.  Brakes screeching, frantically trying
to steer out of the way (for dramatic build up), I careened sideways
into the portal.  Funny thing was, when I exited the portal, I was
headed perfectly straight�hmmm.  Perfectly straight, and falling down.

   "AAAAAAAAAAA�," I was screaming bloody murder.  <Down?  Wait a minute
here�>  The distraction of thought out of the way, I continued screaming
bloody murder.  "AHHHHHHHHHH"  Then, with the resounding splash, and a
neck jarring (man, it took forever to get that kink out of my neck)
stop, my journey ended.  After about ten minutes of blinking, it finally
dawned on me that I had stopped.  Then my mind started working again.

   <Splash?  Now wait a minute here!  What the hell is going on here?!>
[Note John�s mind�s tendency to go off on strange tangents.]  After a
minute of pondering the strangeness of the situation, I finally decided
to have a look around.

   <Why are there five women standing around my truck with looks of
mortal terror on their faces?  And�um�why are they naked?>  Then I felt
something wet on my foot.  I looked down, and to my utter dismay, my
door was leaking water.  <Oh now, this is interesting,> I thought.  Then
something more urgent came to mind.  Something like, <YOUR TRUCK IS
FILLING UP WITH WATER YOU DOLT!!!  GET OUT!!!>  I reached for the door
handle and attempted to push the door open.  The water, which was deep
enough to reach a full half way up the door (Hey, it�s a truck.  I have
a good amount of ground clearance), came rushing in as I tried to open
it, and drenched my legs pretty well.  It also managed to fill up the
foot well.  I decided that this was the time to exit my vehicle, so I
stepped out.  The girls, who had been in a stunned stupor up until now,
noticed that I was, indeed, a guy.  This they did not like very much.
They all screamed and went running for towels, or cover, or whatever.
All except for one.  A really nice looking young woman with light,
blue-green hair.  She just sort of mosied on up to me, eyed me over a
bit, and with a perfectly straight face, asked me something.  In
Japanese.

   I was petrified.  You see, I don�t speak a lot of Japanese.  Not much
at all, as a matter of fact.  While I was trying to think of how to
respond to this, three other men appeared at the door wondering what all
the raucous was about, and were immediately bombarded with various
bathing implements.  Well, I was still somewhat stunned by all that had
just happened, and my wonderful brain found the sight of those poor guys
getting pelted with stuff more interesting than the mini-interrogation
at hand.  The woman in front of me was not pleased.  She grabbed me by
the shirt, lifted me off of the ground, and asked me another, more
hostile question.  I still couldn�t understand, and now I was getting
nervous.  Hell, I was downright terrified.

    "Well, I�that is�um�"  I stammered, not having the slightest clue
how to respond.  And better yet, I now had something else more
interesting to focus on.  Her breasts.  Wonderful.  Now I was a moron,
and a pervert too.  The woman noticed my wandering eyes, shouted what I
think was a curse, hurled me back into my truck (I ended up in the
passenger side footwell).  She then proceeded to kick me AND my truck
all the way across the bath, with one foot.

   <Daaaaamn�> I thought.  That was the last thing I thought before the
lights went out.

END PART 1