I'm making the bits a little smaller.
I've also <I hope> cleared up the margin problem.

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.