I'm making the bits a little smaller.

TMiL: "Onmitsu No Ai

DISCLAIMER: I didn't create the characters. They were created by 
the wonderful people at Pioneer/AIC.  

EDITOR's NOTE: This story takes place *DURING* Tenchi Muyo in Love,
but in a slightly different universe. There are some scenes from the
movie in this story as a result.

-CHAPTER 1-

      He was cute.
      That was the first thing Tanaka had thought when a young man
 with chestnut brown hair walked into the classroom for the first 
 time. His eyes were a pale shade of silver. A ray of sunlight had 
 come into the classroom and shone in his eyes, turning the surprisingly
 reflective pupils a soft shade of golden yellow. The effect was 
 breathtaking.
      The bus stopped to pick up a few more students, but Tanaka took
 no notice of this, she was too busy contemplating the new student who
 had so intrigued her and had stolen her heart so easily.   
      The other students had their own opinions of their new classmate.
      "Spooky." Some said.
      "Creepy." Others agreed.
      "His eyes are weird." One elucidated. "His pupils are slitted."
      "Like an animal's eyes." Another pointed out.
      It was clear that the new student was feeling self-conscious 
 about all this talk. He had taken to keeping to himself, sitting 
quietly,
 not raising his hand in class, even taking lunch in solitude.
      Tanaka could sense deep sadness in him, sadness he tried 
desparately
 to hide behind a facade of stoicism. Or perhaps he was in shock, she 
told
 herself.

      But why? She wondered. People just didn't wander around in shock 
for
 no good reason, did they? So what had happened to him? She thought of 
 asking the teacher, but the regular teacher was out and the new 
substitute
 seemed to have been picked from the bottom of the barrel. She was 
fairly 
 good, but she got frazzled easily and seemed jittery in the way a bunny 
in
 a fox's den would be.

      The sound of the bus coming to a stop pulled Tanaka's mind back to 
the
 present. She stepped off, cheerfully, and made her way into the crowd 
on 
 the school lawn. She could see the young boy in one of the nearby rows 
and 
 she smiled to herself.

      The morning was pretty much the same as always at first, Then 
Tanaka remembered that she still had a magazine she had borrowed from 
her friend Achika.  Achika... her confidante, and one of the finest 
people she had ever known. And, who just happened, Tanaka smiled to 
herself, to be in the same homeroom as the young man she'd fallen in 
love with.

       After asking politely to be excused, Tanaka rushed to get to the
 classroom where Achika and that wonderful boy were attending. She raced 
in
 and saw him leaning on the window. He was gazing, intently, at Achika, 
and
 for a moment Tanaka thought her heart would shatter. Was this young man 
in
   love with Achika? Then Tanaka realized that it wasn't love she saw in 
the
 young man's eyes, but fierce protectiveness, not the protectiveness of 
a
 lover, but of a self-appointed bodyguard. 
    "Achika," she called hoarsely. She was, after all, just recovering 
 from a sore throat.  She had only seen the new boy on the first day 
he'd 
 arrived.  "I'm...returning your magazine"

    "I haven't seen you for days, Tanaka." Achika replied, then smiled. 
 and asked, "How's your cold?"
    "I still have a sore throat, but I've got a test, too." Tanaka 
 explained. 
    Nobuyuki blushed as Achika paused by his desk and waved to him.
 Tanaka could see that he was in love with her and wished that the new 
boy 
 would love her just as much as they loved each other.  "Achika, are you 
 listening to me?"
    "Yes." Achika turned away from Nobuyuki for the moment and went 
 over to her friend. 
    The two discussed the articles Tanaka had read while the boy 
 Tanaka was so deeply infatuated with gazed over in their direction.
 Tanaka wished he was looking at her with love in his eyes, but she knew
 it was Achika he was looking at. He's being protective again, she told
 herself.
    She smiled to herself, then frowned. Why was he being so 
 protective of Achika? He wasn't in love with her, just protective. 
Tanaka
 wondered if he knew of some danger Achika was in. If so, why hadn't he
 told the teachers? Or hadn't he? He did seem a bit more mature than the
 other students. Maybe he really was a secret service man, or some kind 
of
 secret agent, she thought, maybe he's here to stop something awful from
 happening to Achika.
    That's when Tanaka noticed a girl with outragiously spiked blue 
 hair.  She was looking at the chestnut haired boy with a gaze of bitter 
 mistrust.  He noticed this and quickly turned to look out the window."
 Achika, who hadn't noticed that he was watching her, returned to her 
 seat while Tanaka blew the chestnut haired boy a kiss. He must have
 caught what she'd done out the corner of his eye, because Tanaka 
fancied
 she caught a hint of a blush on the boy's alabaster cheeks. She blushed 
a
 little, too, at her own forwardness, then rushed back to her own 
homeroom.
    'Naoki' had noticed that the blue haired girl was not the only one 
who
 had been watching him in the classroom. Achika hadn't noticed him 
watching
 her, or perhaps she'd thought that he was simply a shy boy who thought 
she
 was pretty, which, he had to admit to himself, she was, but couldn't 
bring
 himself to tell her or was trying to gather up the courage to do so.
    'Naoki' laughed in his mind. Him trying to gather up courage was 
like a
 cherry blossom trying to gather up beauty. He didn't need any more. In 
 fact, the people he'd lived with before he'd come here felt quite the 
 opposite was true. They called him reckless, foolhardy, daring. Bravery
 was on adjective which described the boy very well. But here, in this 
place,
 people thought of him with only two adjectives... quiet and shy.
    If those he'd lived with had heard him described those ways, they 
would
 have been amazed. But then he had come her unprepared, torn from his 
home,
 and from those he'd called his family. His heart ached as he thought of
 them, the nightmare vision he'd seen forever etched upon his soul. That
 nightmare had a name. A name he hated with the very essence of his 
being. 
 The name belonged to a creature that those he'd cared about had, in 
their
 own arrogance, thought they could contain forever in their devices. 
And,
 for a hundred years, they had. But now it was free, and its first act 
of
 freedom had been to slaughter those around him, as it fled. Not all of 
them
 were massacred by the evil that had escaped their strongest prison. But 
he
 knew that those who had been there had perished. He had seen it happen, 
the
 demon's energy slamming through the station, electrocuting and 
executing
 all in its path. And while it had attacked, the creature had been 
building
 up another energy wave, the one that would take it back to 1970 where 
it 
 would destroy, once and for all, the only people who could stand 
against
 it. And then, the creature had made a mistake. One that had saved the 
boy's
 life. When it had reached out with energy to destroy him as it had 
those
 around him, it had lashed out the *wrong* energy at him, transporting 
him
 in an instant back to 1970. At first, he'd been dazed, unable recall 
who
 he was or where he was from. Then something in his mind, which he later
 realized was a memory recall device in his internal computer, switched 
on
 and he remembered who he was. He also remembered the nightmare he'd 
seen,
 and he remembered its name.  It's name was Kain.