One last time (I hope) Thanks to everyone who helped out especially
Trakal for the cabbit marking idea.

Three Hundred Years in the Making
A Tenchi Muyo! Fan fiction attempt by Jerico Mele

	To Washuu it seemed a shame to lose so 
much information about the real nature of time by 
assigning it a simple numerical and alphabetical 
relationship, but she supposed that most people on this 
little planet couldn�t be bothered with doing four dimensional 
manifolds in their heads whenever anyone asked what time it was.  
So she used the simple alphanumerical approximation that 
had come into use on this planet.
	�Seven AM,� she said to herself, �a beautiful sunrise,� 
she concluded, working out the local time index in her head.
	To Washuu little things like that were the little perks 
to interpersonal relationship, namely an excuse to sharpen her
mathematical skills and conceptual grasp on the shape of the 
universe, all 17 dimensions of it. Sure, she could approximate 
by ignoring the tenth order derivations and beyond, but where 
would the fun be in that?
	Still, she admitted grudgingly, the sight of a G class 
solar body cresting the terminator and the resultant cascade of 
photons was a sight that could lose nothing in translating back 
to simple terms. 
Washuu sat back, enjoying the sight and silence. Sunday mornings 
at the Masaki residence were true periods of tranquility, usually
reserved only for herself and Grandpa. And since Grandpa had left 
for the Shrine a few moments before, Washuu was by herself.
	Then a yelp sounded from upstairs, signaling the start of 
a new day at the Masaki residence. Judging from the vocal pattern,
Washuu thought, that would be Tenchi. And given previous behavioral
information, it would seem that Ryoko decided to �wake� him up again.
Washuu�s reasoning was confirmed a moment later by the screams of
�Ryoko! Cut it out!� 
	With a gesture Washuu summoned her computer from its hiding place,
wrapped up in seven or eight dimensions that humanity wouldn�t know
about for a couple hundred years. Or until they get a good 
control over Planck scale energy reaction, she mused. She opened 
the file marked �Ryoko� and added a 3/4 errect cabbit under the 
heading �wakes Tenchi with sexual activity' (a guess she approved 
of due to the volume and pitch of the scream). I hope the remotes 
manage to infiltrate his room soon, she thought as she began 
another run of her personality simulator, so I can get more 
specific data. Otherwise, she continued silently, all these 
simulations are so much chaotic junk. The computer returned her an 
error string, the specifics of which she couldn�t be bothered to 
read just yet, so she sent the computer away.
	�Oh Ryoko,� she said silently as she contemplated her 
daughter�s methods of seduction. Like everything else she did 
it was so�unsubtle. Then she picked out noises coming from the 
rooms above. The door to the  bathroom, she suspected. It seemed 
that Tenchi�s yelp acts like an alarm clock, with everyone�s day
beginning along with his. 
	Idly, Washuu called back her computer and activated the 
bathroom monitors (she had carefully excluded Noboyuki from their
activation protocols shortly after meeting him, assuming that no 
data gathered from him would be worth the sights that might greet 
her). Ryoko, Sasami and Ayeka were all beginning their morning 
bath. 
	A bath could be good, Washuu thought, tired of the 
hygienic nanites that had kept her almost hospital clean for the 
last ten thousand years or so. Nothing like a relaxing bath, she
continued silently. But she couldn�t take herself away from the 
sight of the sun as it continued its slow (relative to 
her anyway) advance across the sky. So she waited on the porch, 
at least until the others drove her away with their unenlightened
conversation. 
	Then she heard a beep from nowhere and bolted upright. 
Her computer reappeared from n-space and displayed a message 
she had recorded 300 years ago, while in Kagato�s trap. 
	�Oh my!� she exclaimed, �today�s the day already?� 
	She turned and entered the house, running as fast as her 
legs could carry her. Tenchi was coming down the stairs at a time 
as close to simultaneous as Einstein would allow, and smiled when 
he saw Washuu. 
	�Good morning, Washuu,� he said happily, only to have her 
streak by with a muted �That�s Washuu-chan!� before she disappeared 
into her laboratory.
	�Wonder what she�s running from,� he said nervously, 
looking out the door for something that could scare off the 
Universe�s Greatest Genius �. Not finding anything in the normal 
Masaki scenery he shrugged and continued towards the 
kitchen, waiting for Sassami to come and make breakfast.

	Tenchi�s good humor ran out a few moments after Sassami 
told him to get Washuu for breakfast. Actually his good humor ran 
out a few seconds before she asked him, his highly developed sense 
of paranoia tipping him off by noticing Sasami�s face puckering up 
to ask him a favor. Logic dictated that due to the circumstances 
he would be entering the laboratory very soon.
	So Tenchi worked up his courage and walked towards the 
door that led to Washuu�s hideaway. In the back of his mind an 
old song played. He couldn�t understand the words, it being an 
American song from long ago, but the mood suited the situation
	Tenchi knocked at Washuu�s door softly, hoping that he 
wouldn�t be heard. Unfortunately he was incorrect in his attempt 
at underhandedness, as the door opened silently on its own. He 
stepped into the laboratory, faint tingle rippling across his 
body as he passed the threshold. All the hyper-dimensional rooms 
did that to him, but he was too nervous to really worry about it
whenever he passed through one. 
	The laboratory never ceased to awe him, even in the face 
of mortal terror. It seemed so wrong that there was more space in 
this room than in the house itself. He followed the steps, keeping
silent, his plan to surprise Washuu with the news of breakfast then 
run screaming out of the lab.  He was also careful not to touch
anything, partially because he was a polite boy and partially due 
to abject terror over destroying the house, Japan or the World.
	He reached Washuu�s work area after a few moments of descent. 
It was unusually quiet, which was slightly disturbing, but he managed 
to contain his fear and glance around for Washuu. After a few moments 
he managed to pick out her form, hidden among the various apparatus 
that always seemed to be glowing or moving or both. After checking
behind him for any ambulatory chairs or racks he walked over and 
said hello.
	�Tenchi! How are you doing?� Washuu said.
	Something about how she said it made him nervous. Or perhaps 
it was Washuu�s visible nervousness that set him off. She seemed to 
be blocking his view of something with her body, no simple task for 
such a small girl�s body. 
	�Ah, Sasami asked if you�d like breakfast,� he said, nonchalantly
checking the area behind him in case she was still 
planning something, then attempting to move slightly to the side 
to see behind Washuu. Though she did it subtly he noticed she 
still blocked his view.
	�Are you working on anything special,� he asked, curiosity overpowering
his self-preservation instincts.
	�Oh no,� she said, quickly, stepping from foot to foot in 
a fashion that indicated otherwise. Tenchi silently marked down the 
time and date as the first time Washuu had ever been nervous without
Mihoshi being present. �Just something I cooked up a little while 
ago.� She giggled a little as she finished.	
	�Would you like to come up for breakfast?�
	�Certainly.� She stuck her arm out for Tenchi, who 
reluctantly took it. �After you.�
	Tenchi led her up the stairs, noticing that she still 
managed to keep herself directly between him and whatever it was 
she was working on. 

	Mihoshi looked around, enchanted with the view out the window.
Spectacular, she thought, then giggled. So much going on out there, 
she thought. So much to do and see. 
	�Oh,� she gasped as a hummingbird settled over the flower 
she had been watching for the last couple of minutes. All around 
her, breakfast was being consumed at a rate that would surprise 
anyone not familiar with the eaters. For such skinny girls, she 
thought, we do eat a lot. Then she whimpered as she began worrying 
about her figure.
	�Do you like it, Mihoshi?� Sassami asked innocently.
	�Yes!� Mihoshi yelled as she stood up and ran off. 
	�What happened there?� Ryoko asked as she watched her 
run off. Then she looked around surreptitiously and grabbed the 
bowl of soup that had set Mihoshi to running off. She grinned.
	�Ryoko you are the most despicable thief I�ve ever 
encountered,� Ayeka�s royal voice rang out. Ryoko winced, and 
turned to face her. 
	�Please, Princess. Its too early to hear your shrill 
voice.�
	�Lazy and a thief,� Ayeka responded, crossing her arms 
and snorting in a surprisingly royal manner. �I guess you 
haven�t changed a great deal in 700 years.�
	Nearly everyone at the table dove for cover, with the 
exception of Washuu, who retrieved her computer from somewhere 
and began taking notes. An expression of concentrated joy crossed her
face as she waited for the fun to start. Energy levels to chart, 
she thought happily, and biopsychic impressions to monitor.  She felt
the rush of adrenaline racing through her daughter�s body through the
psychic link. 
Neural feedback data, too, she added excitedly.
	�Excuse me, Ayeka-chan,� Ryoko replied in a sweet tone, �I didn�t mean
to steal what your family 
worked so hard on. Or was it what you worked so hard to steal so long
ago.�
	�What?� Ayeka yelled, anger building at her the insult to her family�s
honor. 
	�You never learned much in the way of history, did you?� Ryoko mocked.
	Interesting, Washuu thought. Perhaps she�s not so hopeless after all.
Then she worked out a couple 
equations involving the probability of that statement, and sighed at the
result.
	�You brigand! How dare you imply that my family has, has, stolen
anything,� Ayeka replied, 
having trouble getting the words out. �We merely took the spoils of war.
You simply took. Mummy,� she 
finished as Washuu added a cabbit to her tally under Ayeka that read
�Resorts to immaturity during 
fight with Ryoko.� 
	�Prude.�
	�Harlot!�
	�Snob!�
	�Arrgh!� Ayeka yelled as she got to her feet. Tenchi got between the
angry girls and Sassami, 
hoping to stop any debris with his body. He groaned in anticipation of
the damage he would have to repair 
when this was all over.
	�I have taken enough of your insults, tramp,� she said in a cold tone.
	�Take your best shot, princess,� Ryoko replied, turning the title into
an insult.

	�Wow,� Mihoshi breathed as the sights and sounds of Washuu�s lab. She
didn�t come here too 
often, almost never alone after the others realized the consequences of
such inattentiveness. It amused 
Washuu to no end that Mihoshi, the Galaxy Police officer, was more
impressed by her room than a bunch 
of natives from a backwater planet. Or it had amused her until Mihoshi
managed to destroy the matter-
antimatter containment system that had been powering the little Genius�
experimental toaster oven. 
	�Wow,� she said again, gazing at the coffee table sized 1000 GeV
particle accelerator that served 
Washuu as a coffee table with blinking lights. Her hands were drawn
towards the buttons and controls that 
dotted the beaten surface of the table/particle accelerator. The tiny
portion of her brain not engaged with the 
strange sequence of blinking lights and flashing readouts reminded her
of the last time she pushed a button 
in Washuu�s lab.
	The memory of people yelling and screaming, along with a not small dose
of pain enhanced 
memory managed to persuade Mihoshi�s hand. Pursing her lips slightly she
controlled herself. She sniffed 
slightly as a familiar odor wafted across the room.
	�Coffee cake?� she asked the room. After waiting for an answer, she
followed her nose (it seemed 
it always knows) towards the back of the lab. A small podium, a stand
really, with what looked like a 
microwave on top, stood against a wall of machinery. Warnings and
messages were plastered all over it, in 
a selection of languages that ranged from Kanji and English to Jurian
and Gutter Andromedan. Mihoshi 
didn�t notice these of course, but stared at the object hovering in the
microwave window. 
	�It is coffee cake,� she said quietly, so as not to disturb the silence
that coated the lab. She bit her 
finger, a sign of intense (for Mihoshi) concentration. It looked so
good, she couldn�t really help herself 
from reaching out towards it�

	Upstairs, breakfast was progressing normally. A ring of floating logs
circled Ryoko as she 
growled at Ayeka, a low hum filling the room. Tenchi was dragging a
protesting Sassami behind the 
counter as Washuu looked on, briefly taking notes on her computer,
apparently unconcerned at the carnage 
that could break out any moment. 
	Fortunately for the Masaki residence, a massive explosion blew the door
that led to Washuu�s lab 
off its hinges. It sailed into the kitchen, smashing into Ryoko. Washuu
began moving almost 
instantaneously, sprinting as fast as her little legs would carry her.
Her brain had already determined what 
had happened, and she let out a blood curdling scream: �Mihoshi!!!!� she
bellowed in a voice several 
octaves too low.
	Then she was gone, down into the lab. The puzzled remainders of the
breakfast group looked at 
each other in confusion, then followed Washuu at a more cautious pace,
waiting for Ryoko to dig herself 
out. 
	Tenchi led the expedition, mostly out of curiosity as opposed to any
sense of chivalry. Ayeka 
followed closely behind him, still stifling laughter at the look on
Ryoko�s face after the door smashed her. 
Ryoko and Sassami were last, Sassami acting as a buffer between her
sister�s back and the angry space 
pirate. 
	Smoke clouded the room, turning Washuu�s lab into a slightly more
threatening place. There was 
more movement than they were all accustomed to, a side effect of the
machines attempting to minimize the 
damage to the rest of the experiments Washuu was running.
	�Washuu?� Tenchi asked. Upon receiving no answer he led the group
towards the place he had 
found Washuu earlier that morning. He noticed that the smoke thickened
here, and that there was a thin 
paste covering everything within a couple meters of ground zero. Washuu
was kneeling in front of the 
epicenter, head resting on her chest, expression of extreme depression
gracing her cute face.
	�Washuu,� Tenchi said tentatively. �Is everything all right?�
	Behind him, he heard Ryoko sniffing. �What�s that smell?� she asked.
Tenchi picked it out too, a 
faintly familiar, but definitely appetizing odor that saturated the
room.
	�It smells like�kind of like coffee,� Ayeka commented, noticing Sassami
tasting a bit of the 
paste. �Don�t do that,� she shrieked. �It could be poisonous.�
	�I found Mihoshi!� Ryoko yelled from across the lab. She dragged a
dazed and slightly singed 
Mihoshi from underneath a coffee table. �She�s all right.�
	�Must�ve been the sucrose alignment array,� Washuu said quietly. �Or
possibly the coffee 
compression system. Mihoshi,� she said the word with great distaste,
�managed to pick the most unstable 
process to interrupt.�
	�What was that thing, Washuu.�
	�Old family recipe,� the little genius said sadly. �What you humans
call coffee cake. I started this 
one off during my imprisonment onboard the Soja. About Lamba cee to the
thirteenth ago,� she said.
	Everyone looked at her. �All right,� she said, �three hundred years or
so ago,� she translated, 
silently adding �barbarians� to her speech.
	�I didn�t know you could cook, Washuu,� Sassami asked.
	�Washuu-chan,� she corrected absentmindedly. �Cooking is an art,
Sassami. Baking,� her 
expression changed from one of depression to pure joy, �is a science!�
	�Why�d the coffee cake explode,� Ryoko asked.
	�You can�t rush a good cake,� Washuu said with a straight face.
	The others collapsed with a groan. Washuu stared around in confusion.
�What?� she asked. �Its 
the third law of glucose dynamics.�

Authors Drivel:
	This is still my first non Eva fanfic. This being the second draft
(take 2) of this little story I�d like to address some of the C&C I
received:
- The continuity used is OAV. Any TV elements that crept in have been
removed
- Mihoshi�s character is (in my opinion) justified as plot advancement 
- I tried to increase the roles of Ryoko and Ayeka, or at least expand
the reasons behind their 
fighting
-      The Fruit Loops reference was removed.
 By Jerico Mele, a wholly owned subsidiary of the Society for Creative
Interpretation of Reality.