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Kain ate my wallet.


	TENCHI MUYO: Untitled

 PART I: Welcome Meiru

	Yosho finished his daily meditation and made his way to the main
 house when he heard a soft moan just off the path. He carefully made his
 way to the source of the noise. Eventually, he found it; or rather her.

	She was sitting in the grass, propping herself up with one hand
 and rubbing her head with the other. She looked about seventeen, her
 chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back in soft
 waves, barely covering her. For some reason she was naked, her skin like
 alabaster except her pale pink nipples which were soft and unassuming. She
 stood up slowly, on unsteady legs, then noticed Yosho for the first time.
 She dropped to her knees in sheer embarrassment, covering her breast with
 her arms and shivering.

	"Don't be alarmed, miss." Yosho told her, as he removed his shirt.
	She looked up at him for a moment, turning her head and blushing
 when she saw his shirt was off. She shivered, visibly.
	"I'm not going to hurt you." Yosho said, dropping the shirt in
 front of her.
	The chestnut-haired girl picked it up and quickly covered herself.
	"What's your name?" Yosho asked.
	"I... I don't know." The girl replied. She looked like she was
 ready to cry. "I... I can't remember anything."
	"Its all right." Yosho reassured her, putting a gentle arm around
 her. "Hmmm?" he looked down at her and saw that she had fainted. He scooped
 her up and carried her toward the house. He placed her on the sofa and 
 covered her.


 That evening, Tenchi and the girls returned from a day in town with
 Tenchi's father. Nobuyuki went into the living room to watch TV and
 was happily surprised to see the young woman lying naked on the sofa,
 the blanket having been kicked off at some point. She was glistening
 with perspiration and looked like she'd been having a nightmare. She'd
 need comforting, Nobuyuki reasoned as he took her in his arms

 "Where'd dad go?" Tenchi asked as he and the girls put away the items
 Nobuyuki had bought.

 A moment later, they heard a girl's indignant scream followed by the
 form of Nobuyuki flying backwards out of the living room unconscious. He
 hit the ground near them.

 "Dad!" Tenchi gasped. "What the..."

 The chestnut haired girl came out of the living room a moment later,
 looking utterly livid with rage.

 "Try that again, mister, and I'll give you more of the same!"

 Ryoko walked in carrying a bag of expensive and fragile equipment.

 "YOU!" She shouted, seeing the girl. Ryoko dropped the bag, the expensive
 equipment breaking as it hit.

 Tenchi winced as he heard it. "Ryoko!" he warned her, too late.

 Now that Ryoko could see more of the girl, she was feeling a little foolish
 and that didn't make her happy. At first she had thought the Galaxy Police
 Operative she'd met back in 1970 had somehow come back to life and had
 returned to arrest her, but now she could see it wasn't him.


 "Do I know you?" Meiru asked, confused. The girl was fleetingly familiar,
 but Meiru couldn't put her finger on where she'd seen her.

 "No." Ryoko finally said after a long pause. "You don't. I thought I had
 recognized you, but you're not the person I thought. So who are you?"

 "I don't know." The girl broke down in tears. "Yosho's been calling me Meiru
 for the last hour, for the sake of convenience, but..."

 "It's all right." Ayeka told her as she carefully hugged her.

 "Hey!" Washu broke in. "I've got an idea!"

 "What is it?" Ayeka asked.

 "Ryoko. Why don't you and Ayeka take Meiru into town for a bit. You can 
 buy her some new clothes and have dinner at the pub."

 "That's a great idea!" Tenchi agreed. At least it would get Ayeka and
 Ryoko out of his hair for a while.

 "And leave you alone with Tenchi?" Ryoko inquired.

 "No way!" Ayeka agreed.

 "I'll go!" Mihoshi invited.

 "Thank you, Mihoshi." Washu smiled.

 "Oh, its no problem. I really want to see that new singer. I hear he's 
 really cute!"

 "He can't be cuter than my Tenchi!" Ryoko argued.

 "What do you mean *YOUR* Tenchi?"

 The two women began drawing upon their powers.

 "Let's get out of here." Meiru suggested, a little fearfully.

---

-PART II: Idol Singer Naoki-

 Naoki brushed aside the makeup crew with a not-quite-human growl. It wasn't
 that he particularly minded the small amount of powdered foundation he was
 forced to wear. That was just another disguise. And it was for the cameras,
 since his own skintone was too pale to film properly. He never wore it off
 stage however, that was one rule he stuck to. Whatever film crews wanted
 to photograph him off-stage would just have to do with whatever they got.
 He just didn't like having several people apply it. He had been a master of
 disguise for years and he could do this himself.

 "Five minutes." His agent called.

 He touched himself up, making sure it looked perfect, then joined the band
 that was onstage.

---


 Meiru and Mihoshi walked into the same night club where Naoki was singing.
 He was onstage when they arrived, singing powerfully.

 Mihoshi sighed. Tenchi was cute and all, but something about this boy, 
 perhaps the confident way in which he moved, or the power he put behind
 his words, as if he wanted the whole world to hear them. She looked at 
 the entertainment card on her table.

 "Naoki Kokomori." She read. As the singer went on, she found herself
 daydreaming of her and him together, perhaps walking along on a warm
 sandy beach, hand in hand, kissing under the moonlight, or even making
 gentle love in the waves.

 "Mihoshi?"

 "Huh?! Oh!" Mihoshi blushed. "Yes?" She looked up and saw the waitress
 looking down at her.

 "What would you like?" she asked, winking at Naoki as he continued to 
 sing.

 "Naoki." Mihoshi sighed, before she could stop herself. She blushed even
 more than before.

 "Every girl in town wants Naoki Kokomori." the waitress winked. "However,
 he's not on the menu.



Lt. Trakal, Galaxy Police
Code name: Operative A