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    -Prologue-

    "Kain!!! NO!!!!!!!"
    
    Miss Washuu smiled as the young woman opened her eyes.  The woman's 
    long reddish brown hair cascaded down over her shoulders and contrasted
    nicely with her milky white skin. Her silver eyes were highlighted just
    a touch with pale lavendar, like the palest reflection off a royal 
    teardrop, and her lips were of the same color thanks to a little gloss 
    applied to them by Washuu.

    She tried to spring out of bed, but her legs caught up in the 
    unexpected folds of her nightgown, and fell over with a shriek of
    surprise. She sat up, panting.  "What is going on here?"  She 
    demanded. "Where's Kain?" She blinked and brushed off the nightgown.
    Nightgown?! Kain was bad enough, but *this* was thoroughly humiliating
    experience. 'First I'm nearly killed and now some pervert has me in a
    dress, Torsha knows what she's done to me... or had done... and what
    is wrong with my voice?"
    "Kain's gone, so you can relax now."  Washuu explained. "He killed you
    but I brought you back."
    "What?" The girl blinked.
    "Your original body was too badly damaged to salvage, so I made a new
    one for you.  I hope you don't mind being female," Washuu gave a cute
    little child-like blush.  "I get so embarrassed when I'm asked to build
    a male body."
    "I..." The girl searched her mind, but her Galaxy Police training just
    hadn't included discovering one had been turned into a girl so she didn't
    know how to react at first. She searched her internal computer, the only
    part of her original body to survive intact, and found a clip from a 
    movie she had seen, as Naoki, Trakal's cover for that planet, on Earth. 
    It was called "Home Alone" and it featured the lead character howling
    loudly after trying his dad's aftershave.  It wasn't much, but, she
    figured, it was the best response for the situation.
    "And I made you human since the Galaxy Police are *never* going to 
    believe it's you, so.. you're stuck here."
    The young woman stood up, if she was going to put up with this, she
    would do it with dignity. However, the difference in body and gender
    was so amazingly complex, despite how simple it seemed, that she would
    have fallen over again had Washuu not caught her.
    "You'll need a new name, too." Washuu thought aloud.  "The old one
    doesn't really suit you anymore... Hmmmm...."
    The woman blinked again.
    "And what is wrong with the name Trakal?"
    "Oh nothing..." Washuu smiled. "If you're a guy. I'll call you Meiru."
    "My name is Trakal."
    Washuu thrust a mirror into the girl's face. "Now look at that... does
    that look like someone who could sustain the name Trakal?"
    "Fine." She snapped. "Now, do you mind if I get dressed?"
    Washuu tossed a pair of silk panties, a pair of nylons, one of Ryoko's
    more revealing jumpsuits (which she insisted Ryoko wouldn't mind if 
    Meiru wore), and, to Meiru's utter horror, a bra.
    "I'm not wearing this, you pervert!" Meiru shouted, holding the bra up
    in front of Washuu.
    "Don't mind the nylons though, huh?" Washuu grinned.  A second later,
    she had all the previously mentioned articles of women's apparel draped
    over her. Except the panties which Meiru wore grudgingly, and the 
    jumpsuit.

    -Chapter 1-

    The transporter shone and Ayeka appeared there. "Miss Washuu," she
    said, "I'm afraid its nearly tea time. I know you asked not to be
    disturbed, but Tenchi wanted to tell you."
    "Thanks. By the way, " Washuu nodded in Meiru's direction, "this is
    Meiru. She's going to be staying with us for a while."
    Ayeka appraised her, figured she was certain no competition, and went
    to tell Sasami to set another place.

    Tenchi looked up from the dinner table where he was sitting and saw
    Meiru standing there.
    "Wow."  He said, his jaw gaping open.
    "Tenchi," Ayeka said, politey, looking at Meiru, "this is Meiru.
    Meiru, this is Tenchi Masaki."
    Meiru extended her hand in greeting but Tenchi just sat there gaping
    at her. Finally, she lowered her hand. "What's his problem?"
    Ayeka turned and saw the look on Tenchi's face.
    "Tenchi!" She hollered at him.  "That's enough!"
    "Pretty, isn't she, Tenchi?" Washuu asked conspiratorially.
    Tenchi nodded, barely able to speak. "Yeah." he managed.
    "That does it!" Ayeka stormed, grabbing Meiru, intending to push her
    out of the house.
    Meiru's Galaxy Police-trained reflexes took over and she unexpectedly
    flipped Ayeka over herself and across the room, succeeding mainly 
    because the move caught Ayeka entirely by surprise, though partly
    because she was still pumped up with adrenaline from her fight with
    Kain, which, to her mind and body had only occurred minutes beforehand,
    though in truth years had passed. Her reflexes, however were trained for
    a much different body, that of a Draalthine male, and not the body of a
    nineteen year old human *female* and she found herself toppling after
    Ayeka.
    "Whaaaaaaat?! Oof!" Ayeka shrieked as she landed butt-first on the floor
    in a very undignified manner.
    "Oomph!" Meiru agree landing nearby.  She composed herself and stood
    up.
    "Don't touch me again." Meiru warned as she sat down at her place at
    the table as if nothing had happened.
    Ayeka stalked toward her and Meiru raised her right hand, instinctively.
    "Erm, ladies?" Tenchi began, helpfully.
    Ryoko walked in and saw Ayeka standing off against a new girl.
    "What's going on?" She asked.
    "They're fighting over Tenchi." Sasami told her.
    "What's her name?" Ryoko asked.
    "Meiru, I guess." Sasami shrugged.
    "Go Meiru Go!" Ryoko cheered!  "That's it! Win win win! That's it, You
    can do it! Go for it! Tenchi belongs to you, not Ayeka... *WHAT AM I
    SAYING?!!!* Hey! You Two! Stop! Tenchi's mine!"
    "Uh, Meiru..." Washuu attempted.
    Meiru ignored her.                      
    Ayeka sprang and Meiru swung her arm forward. Nothing happened.  "Damn!"
    she swore to herself, suddenly remembering that this body didn't have a
    cybernetic arm. She cried out in pain as Ayeka's body made contact with
    her hand and pushed her arm back at an odd angle. She felt a jolt of
    pain as her arm was dislocated. 
    "Meiru!" Tenchi cried out as he ran to her and lifted her into his arms.
    Ayeka sniffed and looked away.
    "Ayeka," Tenchi asked, crossly, "don't you think you should apologize?"
    "Hmph!" Ayeka snorted. "Why should I?"
    "Ayeka, you hurt her." Tenchi pointed out. "I think you owe her an 
    apology."
    "Very well." Ayeka huffed. "I'm sorry." She told Meiru. Turning on
    Tenchi she snarled. "There. HAPPY?!"
    Tenchi wasn't, but decided not to force the matter.

    Meiru approached Ayeka a short while later. "I don't love him."
    Ayeka looked up at her in puzzlement. "But..."
    "You needn't worry about competition from me." Meiru told her. "I    
    was only going to stay here for food and shelter. However, since I
    am obviously in your way, I will leave."
    "Don't go." Ayeka told her, gently. "I'm sorry about my earlier 
    behavior. I want you to stay."    
    "Thanks." Meiru smiled.
    "That arm looks a bit sore."
    "It'll heal."
    "I'm sorry."
    "You're sorry it'll heal?" Meiru piku'ed.
    "No, I'm sorry I hurt you."
    Meiru smiled a little, but still seemed troubled. 
    Ayeka studied her.  Who was this girl, and what was the thing
    that bothered her so much?

    -Chapter 2-

    Meiru sat in Washuu's lab, holding her arm out and blinking "I'd 
    like to keep what I started with this time." She said, cryptically.
    "Huh?" Tenchi asked nearby.
    "Nothing to concern yourself with." Washuu told him. 
    "Are you all right?" Tenchi asked, once Washuu was done.
    "I'm fine." Meiru clipped.
    Tenchi leaned forward to kiss her, softly, feeling overwhelmed, when
    she slapped him, raking her nails across his face.
    "Ow!!" Tenchi complained. "What the..?"

    "Tenchi?" Ayeka asked a short time later, seeing the remainder of the
    scratches. "Eeek!  What happened? Did Ryoko do that... I *knew* she'd
    show her true colors one of these days."
    "It wasn't Ryoko. It was Meiru.  I was... ermm..."
    "You were what?!" Ayeka asked.
    Tenchi balked. If he told Ayeka he got swatted trying to steal a kiss...
    "You *kissed* her, didn't you?!" Ayeka's eyes began to water and Tenchi
    was feeling more and more like a heel (and not the first-class variety
    either) with each passing moment. "You're in love with her and not me!"
    Ayeka ran out of the room, sobbing.
    "Ayeka!" Tenchi cried, going after her.  "Wait!"
    "Huh?!" Meiru objected. "You're going after *her*? I'm glad I didn't
    let you kiss me, you ...monster."
    Tenchi decided he'd call a monastery as soon as he had a free moment.
    Why had he wanted to kiss Meiru so badly? Ryoko always threw herself at
    him and he didn't kiss her, nor did he kiss Ayeka or Mihoshi. He'd never
    even given Sasami a kiss on the cheek. 
    Meiru approached him. For some reason, maybe it was the wound she'd
    inflicted earlier, he didn't want to kiss her now.
    "I'm sorry I slapped you." She told him. "It wasn't entirely your fault
    that you kissed me.  Washuu sprayed me with some of her pheremone perfume
    earlier."
    "Ah, so that's why." Tenchi sounded relieved.
    Washuu grinned, guiltily, in the corner.

    -Chapter 3-

    Tears fell in abundance from Mihoshi's eyes as she read the invitation
    once again. Her grandfather, the Grand Marshall of the Galaxy Police,
    was amongst those being remembered at service honoring those lost in
    the destruction of Galaxy Police Seventh Headquarters. She'd loved her
    grandfather and felt horrible about his death. Had she made a mistake
    in coming back to Earth, she wondered six or seven times a night.

    "Are you going?" Meiru asked, reading the invitation over her shoulder.
    "Of course." Mihoshi replied. She looked up. "Will you come, too?"
    "Sure. I'd like to pay my last respects to Lt. Trakal."
    "Trakal?" Mihoshi blinked. "I didn't know he had a girlfriend. I always
    thought he was too shy."
    Trakal had been called many things, Meiru recalled, but this was
    the first time *anyone* had ever called him "shy".
    "Were you and Trakal very close?" Mihoshi asked.
    "You could say that." Meiru nodded.
    "Wow.. did you and Trakal ever kiss? I'd like to kiss Tenchi some day,"
    Mihoshi giggled. "I can't believe I'm telling you this!"
    "No, I never kissed Trakal." Meiru sighed. 
    "Then I guess all those rumors I heard are true." Mihoshi giggled.
    "What rumors?" Meiru wanted to know.
    "That all those tales he let be spread about his sexual prowess aren't
    neccessariy true." Mihoshi blushed. 
    "Come again?" Meiru blinked.
    "Well, " Mihoshi smiled, "I don't know if its true, but the rumors are
    that Trakal was still a virgin."
    Meiru *piku*'ed twice then fell over, stiffly, backward.
    "Was it something I said?" Mihoshi wondered.
            
    -Chapter 4-

    Commander Saarnd waited for Mihoshi to arrive.  Mihoshi and her guests
    were the last ones he was waiting for. Once they were there, he'd start
    the memorial service. 
    "They're here." Kurata told him.
    Saarnd looked up and saw Mihoshi standing there with Kiyone, who'd 
    picked her up, Sasami, Ayeka and a girl he'd never seen before.
    The girl looked over at him, a fierce calm in her eyes, nodded once,
    crisply, in formal military greeting (Saarnd wondered why) then focused
    on the service in an entirely non-civilian manner.

    Saarnd began.

    "We are here today," he told the survivors of Seventh Headquarters and
    the families of those who had been lost, "to pay tribute to those who
    were slain in the escape of the Class A Criminal: KAIN. To those men and
    women we send our thanks for all they have done in the line of duty. And
    to their families we offer our prayers and condolences. May their 
    examples be a beacon for us as we continue to serve.  I wish I could give
    them each the proper recognition, but Kain stole so many from us that we
    just don't have time.  However, due to information provided by Mihoshi
    and Kiyone, I'd like to take a moment to remember Lt. Trakal, who died,
    not at Seventh Headquarters, but in direct combat with Kain. May his
    spirit dwell in peace forever."
    "Ol' softy." Meiru sniffled.
    "He'd have found any excuse to mention Trakal." A survivor near her
    told her. "That Draalthi was like a son to him. I remember him saying
    how he wished he could get Trakal to open up. He was always so worried
    that Trakal was so closed."
    "Why?"
    "He cared about Trakal. Saarnd lost his wife and unborn child in a
    raid on Thurn and when Trakal was found in the ruins of Ratala IV, 
    Saarnd felt he'd found a kindred soul. But Trakal, I guess, just wasn't
    able to handle the loss of his family."
    "I never knew..." Meiru whispered.
    "What?"
    "Nothing." 

    "Commander?" the same survivor spoke to Saarnd much later that day, at
    the post-service reception. He looked troubled, and not by the low food
    selection. 
    "What seems to be the problem?"
    "It's Meiru. Mihoshi's young friend."
    "What of her."
    "I think there might be more to her than meets the eye."
    "What do you mean?"
    "I think she might be Lt. Trakal."
    "Look," Saarnd said, sympathetically, "I know you miss Lt. Trakal, but
    you have to accept it. He's dead. He was killed in the destruction of
    Seventh Headquarters with everyone else."
    "They never found his body. Maybe he escaped?"
    "And now he's hanging out at his own funeral disguised as a teenaged
    girl?" Saarnd shook his head. "You know how that sounds?"

    The subject of the debate approached them. "Hello, sir." She said to
    Saarnd. "That was a very moving speech."
    "I noticed you weren't crying much." the survivor pointed out.
    "Lieutenant," Saarnd told the survivor.
    Meiru started to turn, but stopped herself.  It didn't go unnoticed by
    the survivor.
    "But then, you always did have a heart of stone, Trakal." the survivor
    told Meiru.
    Meiru swallowed.  "Uh..." Oh god, how does he know, she fingered the 
    folds of her skirt, looking away.
    Meiru turned to the young operative whom she, as Trakal, had trained.
    He smiled. "You trained me well, sir... um, ma'am.. err.. lieutenant."
    "Look, " Meiru said, putting a hand on the young GPO's shoulder, "I
    know you miss Trakal. He was a good man, but he's gone now and no amount
    of daydreaming or delusion is going to bring him back."