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A Meeting of Cousins
A Tenchi fanfic by June "KaraOhki" Geraci
December 10, 2000
Disclaimer: I'm borrowing RyoOhki. She may be my cousin, but I didn't
invent her.
I stirred my carrot soup, and peeked into the oven to see if the carrot cake
was done yet. It was a lovely golden brown, and I removed it from the pan
and set it aside to cool.
*Where's that confectioner's sugar?* I asked myself, and started making the
cream cheese frosting. Carrot cake isn't carrot cake without cream cheese
frosting.
Then the doorbell rang. My paws were full of sugar, so I headed for the
sink to wash them but someone started pounding on the door, and I thought I
heard miyaing. Forgetting about the state of my paws, I ran to the door and
yanked it open.
There stood my cousin, RyoOhki. Her fur was a tangled mess, she looked like
she hadn't slept in days, and she was crying hysterically.
"Hide me! Hide me!"
I looked past RyoOhki, but couldn't see anything that could frighten her so,
but I locked the door just in case. Then I pushed her into a chair at the
table and served her a big bowl of carrot soup.
"Don't talk about it, hon. Drink this, and then go take a bath. You can
tell me after."
Cousin RyoOhki just sniffled, before making the soup disappear. She
silently held out the bowl for a refill, and the second serving disappeared
just as quickly. Then I got her a clean towel and pointed her toward the
furo.
I frosted the cake while she bathed, and worried. RyoOhki was normally the
happiest of cabbits, and this was the most upset I'd ever seen her. I
couldn't imagine anything that could possibly shake her up so.
When RyoOhki returned she was clean and fluffy but didn't look any happier.
Her refusal of a piece of carrot cake convinced me something was truly
wrong.
"What IS it?" I asked.
"Haven't you read your email?" she countered.
"No time. I've been stuck on one of my own fics."
Before I could say anything more I was dragged to my computer and plopped
down in front of it. "READ this!"
So I began.
The first poem about cabbits and horses was sort of cute and the other poems
and haiku that followed were reasonably amusing, although I did think that
an overabundance of them might annoy other list members. Then RyoOhki
pointed at one message, and I knew trouble was coming before I even opened
it. It had a "lemon" tag.
"This isn't about you, is it?"
The only reply I got was tears.
Well, I read it. Then I read the replies. By the time I was done, my
cousin was calmer, but still quite unhappy.
"You're not thinking straight, are you?"
"What?"
RyoOhki looked so confused that I took pity on her. "You have the ability
to scare the pants off of these people who are annoying you so. Just go
'mecha' and chase them around the neighborhood for a couple of hours."
"Oh miya! I never thought of it!"
"Tell you what. Let's have some of this cake, and I'll come help."
The cake's gone, people. We're coming. I think you'd better hide.
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On a more serious note, I think enough is enough, and as a representative of
the cabbit community, I'd like to see it end.
Kara