PM Productions Presents
A Phillip Masters Fanfic
One Morning

     I wake up.  It's not as simple a concept as it sounds.  The act is
its usual disorienting self.  However, the consequences are downright
frightening.  Waking up for me is a mixed blessing.  On one hand, I get
to greet a beautiful day, with the promise of new and interesting
things.  On the other, I get greeted by my houseguests, with the promise
of new and interesting things.  
     I find great pleasure in noticing that Ryoko is not gracing me with
her presence this particular morning.  She is *not* a pretty demon in
the early hours.  She is a fun person, perhaps too much so, but I can't
stand the way she always butts in on my privacy.  It is annoying!
     At the other end of the spectrum lies Ayeka.  Now, she is a
mystery.  She can be the most timid person I've ever met at one instant,
then a rageing storm the next.  At least Ryoko is always aggresive, not
hiding her true self at all.  However, I can't blame her for being what
she was raised to be.  I mean, I can't stand the thought of having
multiple wives, but that's just the way I was brought up.  
     Every morning, I spend a minute thinking about how to solve my
little dilemma.  Of how to make everyone happy in the end.  I find the
complexity and impossibility makes for a good 'choke' on my mind.
Starts me up right quick, but brings me no closer to a solution.  In
fact, I usually just think up more problems.  And everyone wonders why I
am always in the dark.  I like being there, it's safer.
     I rise from the bed after pondering the great mysteries of my life.
Many are they, and filled with peril.  I feel I should maybe run away
sometime.  I pick up a manga that is lying next to my bed.  If Ranma
couldn't escape his motley crew, how was I to avoid mine?  At least his
were mortal, relatively.
     I toss aside the comic in disgust.  How the heck am I ever going to
get out of this?!  I don't even know who to blame.  Sometime, I blame
Granpa, it's like he planned the whole darned thing.  However, I have no
good evidence to that hypothisis, so I just deal with it.  Perhaps it's
my fault, for being so nice?  If one can draw a line between ignorant
and nice, I would be able to see it by looking straight down.  It
bothers me a lot.
     By now I'm ready for the day.  So far, I have been lucky enough not
to run into anyone yet.  Not that I don't like the company, it's just
that I feel very crowded.  Like the entire universe decided to make its
home here in my house.  Thinking of Washu, I realize that's not too far
off.
     Washu.  Sigh.  There's a rather interesting topic.  Intellect of a
goddess, mentality of a teenager in love.  I wonder if she really loves
me, or if it's just scientific?  The answer to that one is never any
closer than any other.  She usually doesn't make an appearance till
later in the day.  Probably working on another horrid experiment that
will whisk us away to Kami only knows where.  Or, she could be combing
her hair.  That could take some time.  Who knows?
     I make my way downstairs.  It seems awefully quiet in the house.
Too quiet, as American westerns like to say.  I can only hear some
tinkling from the kitchen.  Sasami must be fixing breakfast.  She's good
at that.  Born to be a homemaker.  As a proffesion, I can see her doing
absolutely anything she put her mind to, but she is still an excellent
housewife.
     Housewife?  Where did that come from?  Oh no, Tenchi!  Don't you
start again.  Admitably, Sasami is a great person, and will be oh so
gorgeous when she gets older.  Not that she isn't cute now, she's just a
little young.  Which brings me to the problem.  I just feel so odd
thinking of a seemingly twelve year old girl this way.  Even if she is
ancient in comparrison to myself, she still *looks* young.  It's the
Earthling in me sticking its head out.  
     Argh.  That just reminds me again that I'm not even fully human.
I'm an alien for crying out loud!  After eighteen years of watching
those sci fi B movies, I find I should have been insulted.  I have
totally veered away from sci fi manga.  After the Sojya Incident,
Macross just doesn't impress me all that much anymore.  I also find this
rouge DNA inside me comes with a few bonuses.  One being phenomenal
power.  The power to blow up a starship, the power to escape a black
hole.  It's all neat until you realize you could possibly destroy the
planet if someone pissed you off.  That's the reason I was worried about
fighting that pink haired pansy of a prince the Emperor brought with
him.  I thought, if he was good enough to activate my Wings, I might
accidentally slice Japan in half or something.
     Well, this is my life, and I have to live with it.  It's not
pretty, but boy is it exciting.  I have to admit, I do not live a boring
existance.  Although I wish I could once and a while.  Then, I see all
the smiling faces of my friends and family all around, and I realize
it's worth it.  All of it.  I wouldn't give any of it up for absolutely
anything.  Maybe at one time I would have, but I've changed.  I can see
a bigger picture, one that I occupy a very large portion of.  I love
everyone here, and couldn't stand to see any of them hurt.  So, I must
go on, and fight when I am needed.  It is my fate, or just my dumb luck.  
     Whatever it is, it's the way things are.  Not the way things will
always be, but that doesn't matter.  I'll just take it, one morning at a
time.
END
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