Alrighty then...this is the second chapter.  I get on my hands and knees and beg
shamlessly for any and all C&C!  Please!  C&C!  I pathetically beg of you! ^_^

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Warriors of Magic

By K'thardin

Standard Disclaimer:  Pretty Sami is property of someone else.
I'm just borrowing the characters for a time.  Any characters I
make up, are mine, and if you don't know the difference you need
to go watch Pretty Sami!  Heh.

Authors Forward:  Again, I would like to take this opportunity to
thank all those that gave me invaluable input during the making
of this chapter.  Arigato!  BTW:  BGlanders...don't worry, what
you asked for will be given to you in spades in the next chapter.
^_^

Crisis of the Warriors

<Opening Theme: Please Don�t Go - KWS>



    "And for our last order of business...the Sensei-Master of
the Dragon-Kaiyo Warrior Mage Form, requests an audience of the
One Hundred and One Priests, the Queen elect of Juraihelm,
Tsunami; and the second in line, Ramia."
    As the sound of the priests booming voice finished echoing
to the furthest reaches of the Great Hall of marble and gold, the
doors to it's entrance swung wide, to grant entrance to the
Sensei-Master.  For a long few seconds, only the luke warm wind
from the outside blew into cathedral, purging the air of it's
stuffy and stagnant quality.
    Tsunami took this time to breath in the air, enjoying its
quality of life and motion while she flashed a sultry glance at
her second in command and aide in the state of affairs of
Juraihelm, Ramia.
    Ramia almost flinched in response, before leveling a
sidelong glare that told Tsunami not only no, but HELL NO in
regards to her most recent pass.  Tsunami sighed, wishing that
Ramia wasn't such a prude concerning such things.  It wasn't like
Ramia wouldn't enjoy it...Tsunami was certain that she could make
it an experience that her long time friend would never forget,
and even...want more of.  And ohhh...the things she would do with
that gorgeous body Ramia sported to satisfy her own appetites.
She would take her again and again and...
    Her daydream abruptly ended when a small drake flew inside
the Great Hall slowly.  Using the blue tiles as his guide, the
dragon flew in near slow motion toward the slightly raised dais.
He hovered above it for a short time, then settled himself down
upon it.  His form then began to glow and change to a liquid
incandescent energy, which grew and reshaped itself.  A man's
outline began to emerge from nebulous mass of power, a man's
kneeling outline.  A span of time, that could only be measured in
a few grains of sand falling from an hour glass, and it had grown
more defined. He had white hair, and a white beard; black upon
black clothing, green piercing eyes admist a very sour scowl, and
general bad attitude about the whole situation.
    He didn't look like he had any intention of moving from his
place either.
    "Anata."  Tsunami said softly and happily.  Another of her
oldest and dearest friends...so old and dear that she'd taken to
calling him by the term of affection reserved for only those
closest to the heart.  "What can we do for you, dearest Anata?"
It was also a term used between lovers and spouses.
    The man visibly winced, because it was that much worse with
her...the capitalization of the pronoun was very real to her.  He
trembled as he drew to full height.  Not a very impressive
height, even Tsunami was taller than he.  Yet still could you
tell that great power radiated from him.
    Despite his power, he looked on the verge of tears before
the sour expression replaced itself on his face.
    "I have come," he growled, "to once again ask for my two
students to be released from their service here...so I may take
them back to the deserts of Ryoken and complete their training.
I have come to ask for Ryo-ohki and Rumia."
    "Impossible.  You know this, Sensei-Master Cyraqs."  The
one, dressed more ornately than the others, stated almost before
the words were out of Cyraqs' mouth.  The hight priest himself.
    "They were taken during a very critical time.  Just
beginning to discover their real powers.  You risk one of the 101
schools of Kaiyo by not allowing me to complete their training.
Should I die..."
    "You know the Magical Realm is also in a period of
transition.  Your two students have been called back to be used
by the queen elect Tsunami and the second in line Ramia for this
purpose.  You have asked this one time every six months for the
past three years.  You KNOW THIS!"
    Cyraqs' face tightened.  "Please..."
    "No.  The decision is final."  The priest pounded his staff
on the floor to signify the matter closed.
    Tsunami's sensitive heart nearly broke as she felt the pain
come from he who was again kneeling on the floor.  Every time he
asked...this happened, but even she knew the necessity.  She
found that during this time there was no way she could have
existed without the aid Ryo-ohki provided, and she knew Ramia
could not possibly function without her kid brother.  Perhaps in
a couple of years, when she was queen...
    But as she saw him get up, will his walking staff into
existence, and turn to walk back the way he had come in defeat
once again; she wasn't really sure he would be able to handle two
more years.
    She hadn't seen much of him for the last ten or so years,
not since...not since he had left to 'carry on...' as he had
cryptically told her.  If only she could figure out a way to help
him.  She couldn't even allow Cyraqs to see Ryo-ohki, he was on
another world with the magical girl.  As for Rumia, she knew
Ramia had him running almost non-stop errands to the far reaches
of this and many other worlds.  There had to be some way to help
him.  She was definitely going to have to talk to Oyuki tonight
about that.  After certain pleasantries of course.
    She smiled languorously when she imagined the prospect.  Oh
she was going to enjoy that.

    Cyraqs found himself brooding in the courtyard, sitting
down on the outskirts of a fountain, his staff on top of knees.
    Anata...damn Bitch still calls me that.  A tear fell from
his eye, and began the trek down his cheek.  Still...I'm gone for
most of ten years, and she still...damn you.
    And you won't give me the only thing that's been any source
of joy to me since I saw that I could not ever be anything you
would want.   Damn that I cannot hate you for taking it all from
me.
    Enough Cyraqs!  That is not the reason...you know why!  You
NEED to train those boys!  There is a reason that their training
must be completed...the same fucking reason that the kingdom is
in this crisis!  The same reason there is no ruler now!  The same
reason they have had to train and test these new ones!  They
could come...I could die!  Without a second generation, we will
die!  There must be a way.
    Shrugging inwardly he made a decision.
    If they will not give them to me...I will go to them.  One
way or the other, I will finish it.

    Cyraqs dreaded what he was about to do, standing outside of
this door...he truly did not want to talk to her.  But she was
one who had one of his students under service.  It was going to
be far easier to talk to her than to talk to the other one.
    "Shit...this one's only going to be abusive while she
offers to jump my bones.  What could be so problematic about
that?  I mean the other one's only going to rip my heart out and
stomp on it a couple of times."  He quipped to himself bitterly.
 He tapped on the ornate door, then casually shattered it.
    "Something the matter Master Cyraqs?"  Ramia asked, not in
the least perterbed about her door losing physical cohesion.
    Cyraqs closed the distance between himself and Ramia as she
worked diligently at her desk on some piece of paperwork or
whatnot, not even bothering to look at him.  Without further ado,
and as politely as possible (if such an act can be done politely)
he pulled the pen and paper from her hands and set it aside, then
casually tossed the desk into the nearest wall.
    Her eyes twinkled as she looked up and met his.  A half
smile formed on her lips when she asked, "Are you quite done?"
    He said nothing for a moment, before his rough voice
finally spoke, "It occurs to me that the only reason that the
priests would say such a thing to me for the past three years is
if he had orders from those that held their service that any such
notion could not be entertained...no matter what."
    "Oh did you just NOW figure this out?"
    He ignored the sarcasm, for the moment.  "You risk one of
the warrior mage schools by doing this!"
    She put her hands on her head, affecting a faint.  "Oh
forgive me Oh Wise and Powerful Master!  I didn't know the need
was so pressing that we couldn't put it off for a few years while
we correct a slight problem concerning the very HEART of our
beloved Juraiheeeepp!"
    For such a small guy, he was incredibly strong she noted as
he pulled her from her chair and threw her on the nearest wall,
and pinned her there.  But then she had always known how powerful
he was.
    He didn't hurt me a bit when he did that, she thought
happily.  Oh you try to be all mean and menacing, but you just
can't do it right, can you?
    "If I thought for a second that was your concern I wouldn't
be playing this game, like I have with the damn 101 priests who I
KNOW really think that way!"
    And you still must feel something for me, she said to
herself when she noticed his body had pressed itself up against
her very gently.  You're still seriously messed up, aren't you?
    She put her arms around him gently; in counter point to the
tone of her voice as she said, "Don't think for a SECOND that I
don't love my world too!  Tsunami is too soft...too weak to
rule!"  Her face softened and she began to caress him sensually.
"She's not even a real woman.  C'mon...throw away your feelings
for her.  I can ease your pain...make you forget all about her,
like I did those ten years ago when you first found out what she
was.  When you saw her and the Lady Yui kissing in the..."  He
let her go, and she landed on buttock's with an, "oof!"
    "That was a mistake I made a very long time ago.  One I
have no intention of repeating."  He told her hotly.  He walked
to the opposite wall and leaned against it.  "Now, where is
Rumia?"
    She pulled herself into a kneeling position, head bowed in
supplication, and hands before her.  A near prefect imitation of
the same way Tsunami sat down, were it not for the mocking smile
on her face.  "What if I don't tell you?  Will you tie me up and
whip me?  Hmmm?"
    Green energy crackled around him for split second before he
answered.  "Yeah sure...tie you up and deliver you gift wrapped
to Tsunami.  I'm sure she could find all sorts of uses for you."
    Ramia lowered her head even more, letting her hair cover
the brief flash of disgust that had come over her.  The thought
of having that...thing touching her repulsed her right down to
the core of her very being.  No matter how much she told her
'friend' that she was not that way, Tsunami still tried to
convince Ramia to share her bed.  His insult then would have been
one of the deadliest sort...had he not said it with as much
bitterness and self loathing as he did.
    Poor bastard still loves her, she thought in both pleasure
and jealousy.  Indeed you are messed up...my love.
    Another thing that Tsunami had that she did not.  His love.
Even though Tsunami had neither knowledge of it...nor would have
any clue what to do with it if she did.  Ramia just didn't get
it.
    She was smarter!  Stronger!  Better looking!  A real woman!
Yet every single time it seemed that Tsunami was just one step
ahead of her.  She had gained everything that Ramia could not.
How had she done it?  Hell...she'd even gained the love of the
man that they had grown up with.
    That wasn't supposed to happen!  I love him!  He was
supposed to be with me! She raged.  He had been mine!  She
remembered the month she had spent in his arms, giving him the
comfort and love that Tsunami would never be able to.  That was
when he had finally found out about Tsunami...when he had caught
Tsunami passionately kissing Yui in Tsunami's private quarters.
And Tsunami, poor clueless Tsunami, was probably still trying to
figure out why he was gone for most of ten years...even before he
started training his students.
    Then one day he had rose from the bed he and Ramia shared.
A look of...pain on his face, and all she could see was that he
realized he had betrayed his feelings for Tsunami, by giving them
to another woman, however briefly.  Without a word he had
left...and Ramia's relationship to him had been thusly, ever
since.
    "She doesn't deserve you."  Ramia told him.  "She doesn't
even want you.  We both know whose gorgeous bod she's REALLY hot
for."
    "Rumia.  Where?" he replied emotionlessly.
    "No."
    He then sat up straight, and walked out of the room.  At
the doorway he turned to look back at her, as she was still
kneeling.  "Her tongue would freeze."
    The satisfying sound of an enraged shriek and a desk
crashing from behind, followed him on his way down the hallway.
    He grinned.  She hasn't changed a bit.  Then he grimaced.
Too bad she lets her darkness poison her soul.

    Ryo-ohki's claws raked across Rumia's face, as Ramia's
counter spinning kick nailed Ryo-ohki's upper jaw, splitting his
lip on one of his own fangs.  Both pulled back, and circled each
other wearily, hardly seeming to be aware of their injuries, as
the blood leaked from their faces, staining the clothing they
wore.
    They closed, locking forearms, then with a quick flurry of
blows, pulled back again.
    He's stronger, they thought simultaneously.  Much stronger
than before.  I cannot hold back any longer.
    Ryo-ohki pressed his attack again, feral and fierce
movements of a cat, pitting itself against the control and grace
of a bird.  Each countering and attacking with the same will as
their spirit animal.  Ryo-ohki stronger, Rumia faster; and each
highly skilled.
    Ryo-ohki, realizing this fight was not going to be one this
way managed to push Rumia away, and full on punch into Rumia's
hastily raised cross block, sending him back a few feet.
    Ryo-ohki knew he couldn't let Rumia get back up, so placing
his hands at his side he began a spell...suffused with his ki
energies, and unleashed it with golden devastating force upon his
opponent.  It impacted nothing but the wall and a few garbage
cans as Rumia managed to recover in time and leapt into the
air...letting his animal spirit overcome him.  Changing him to
look more avian...less human.
    "So then..."  Ryo-ohki said needlessly.  He too let his
spirit overtake him, his cat force streamlined his features, his
face and body becoming more feline.
    Each began another death spell.  Despite the fact that they
had both grown stronger, it was a fight Ryo-ohki knew that Rumia
had no hope of winning.  This fight was pure strength, pure
animalistic hunger that consumed all in it's path, and he was
always stronger.  His friend was handing him victory.
    Damn, those that made it have to be this way.
    With a wordless scream, each thrust their hands before them
and focused his power at the other, literally tearing loose from
their bodies.  The scream was soon drowned out by the roar of the
explosion as their two powers met in midair, struggling to
overcome the other, fueled by the wills of the two warrior mages.
Locked in this battle of wills, neither could turn from the
other...not even as the golden power ate the purple, and struck
the bird with a thunderous force.

    Misao struggled against something in her sleep.  She could
see in her dreams, a great battle being fought.  A boy...the one
she saw before...the one that helped her, was fighting for his
life against another.  Each began trading blows of the kind she
had never even seen, much less conceived of.  Soon they began to
change, each becoming stronger, more inhuman.
    She tossed and turned...or at least tried to, for her body
could not keep up the fight, yet something drove her on as she
whimpered and gave small peeps of terror, and something else, as
her dream kept playing itself out.
    In it she saw the boy, the one she felt connected to, be
beaten back by the other's tightly controlled strikes.  She could
feel him pulling his punches.  She could feel him not dodging
strikes, not fighting to full potential.
    Why?  FIGHT!  Don't let him kill you! She shouted
helplessly in the way that dreamers are sometimes helpless to
control what they see.  Don't let him hurt you!  Please Rumia...
    She knew his name.  She knew him as she knew herself, yet
did not question this, the same way one does not question many of
the things in life that one takes on faith...it's simply
something that was known to her.
    Instinctively she reached out tried to shield him from the
other's blast, knowing that there was nothing she would be able
to do as the beam of golden power shot through the air toward the
one she wished to protect.
    Somehow Rumia pulled up and away before it hit.  She gasped
in both relief and terror when she saw he got away, but what he
had become...
    He had what seemed to be long and straight feathers
protruding from his arms and leg, his hair had grown spiked and
outward in a kind of mix between feathers and hair, and his
facial features had grown more avian...like a bird of prey.  But
the eyes were the most changed...they were a bird's eyes mixed
with that of the fierceness and determination that she had never
seen in them before, but that he seemed to welcome back as a long
lost friend.
    Yes, she was scared at first, but only at first.  The
terror faded to be replaced by wonder, as the colors of the
feathers began to shimmer under the purple light that had begun
to emit from his body, in counter point to the gold that she saw
from the corner of her eye.
    Soon the glowing of the two became a near incandescence of
energy that tore loose with soundless fury, and exploded against
each other in a billion billion colors and light.
    It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.  Yet
terror overtook her again, as the gold climbed up the beam of
purple, devouring it with a hungry intensity, and striking the
avian boy mage-warrior.
    His wounded shriek caused her to scream and bolt upright in
her bed.
    Grasping her chest, as her lungs refused to pull in any
more air she fumbled toward her dresser.  Driven by an urgency
that had no name, she grabbed her inhaler, and pulled some of the
foul liquid into her lungs, barely even allowing it to stabilize
her breathing, before she ran out of her house as fast as her
legs would take her.

    Sasami made an unhappy "Hmmm..." sound in her sleep.
Something was missing she was sensing.  Something was not right.
    She twitched and rolled, as she subconsciously looked for
what it was that was not there.  It was something important.  It
kept her all cuddly and safe from the things, real and imagined,
that was in the dark.  It made her worries and cares much less.
    Hell, it even relaxed her, made her feel very good when it
was near in some...indescribable way.
    Her hand brushed a stuffed animal.  Yes, that's right...it
was fuzzy.  But it had it's own heat, it's own life to it.  Not
like this rabbit of polyester and styrofoam stuffing.  It had a
nice steady heartbeat as she held it to her chest, which kept her
warm in a way the blankets never could.
    Ryo-ohki...that was it.  That was what was missing.
    Her subconscious demanded she find the little cabbit before
she be let back to sleep.
    "Rsyo-sohki. Whers are you?" she asked sleepily.  With no
answer forthcoming, she was forced to fully open her eyes and
look around.  He must have rolled off the bed, was at her feet,
or something.
    Seeing him neither at her feet nor on the floor, she began
to frantically search in her covers, under her bed, in her
drawers (still hadn't forgiven him for the time she found him
asleep in her panty drawer).
    "Ryo-ohki!  Where are you?"  She called out silently.
Hmm...where could he be.  Maybe someone else would know.

    Tenchi awoke to his sister frantically shaking him awake.
At least it was his sister and not one of the two beautiful
damsels that routinely tried to do this and that with him.  Not
that, that was a bad thing; it's just these girls...well it was
getting seriously complicated.
    Too bad he couldn't just take both and solve the whole
problem.  He guessed he'd just have to figure it out.
Later...his sister needed him right at the moment.
    "What is it Sasami?"
    "Have you seen Ryo-ohki?  I can't find him anywhere!"
    "Take it easy, calm down."  He really wasn't sure where his
sister had found that weird looking cat, but ever since she had,
she had almost never been without the little guy.  "I haven't
seen him anywhere.  Let's look around..."
    A flash of bright light outside of his window killed that
idea.
    Tenchi asked, "What the hell?"
    Oh nooooo.  Sasami groaned.  Not now!  I have a math test
tomorrow!
    "Stay here Sasami.  I'm going to go check that out."
    Uh huh...and most likely get your butt fried in the
process.  Too bad she said the last out loud.
    "I'll be fine.  Don't worry, if it's too dangerous I'll get
back here."  Still, he took his baseball bat as he left his room.
    Oooohhhhh, I am so going to beat him up when I'm older!
First things first, though.  She rushed back to her room and
looked on her dresser.  He sometimes left it out, and now she
hoped was one of those times.
    "YES!" she cried triumphantly.  Seizing her transformation
wand, she opened her window, climbed up on the sill, then paused.
    I have got to quit watching the Mahou Sentai Ku Rangers.
I'm beginning to pull some of the same bogus things they do.
    On that thought, she leapt.  "Pretty Mutation..."
appropriate dramatic pause inserted "...Magical Recall."  She
made a mental note as she transformed:  Find out who invented
stupid magical command lines and send them to the next dimension.
Then find out who invented that phrase and do the same to them.

    One street.  Two?  One corner?  Two?  Three?  Misao didn't
know...but she was running as fast as she could...something
leading her on.
    Desperation was her energy, fear the power she used to keep
going long past the time her legs would have given out.  He was
in danger.  It was all she could think of, her friend was going
to die.  He was dying now...
    Why?  He was not fighting back.  He was scared...but not
for himself.  That's why he was not fighting.  She had to get to
him...had to stop it.
    She tripped over her own two feet, skinning her palms on
the cement.  The pain brought her back to her self, pushing the
mind numbing fear to the back for a moment.
    Why was she so scared?  A dream?  An explosion rocked near
her.  No...no dream!  But why...why was she scared out of her
mind for this boy?  Why did she want to save his life so badly?
    Pulling herself to her feet <Not too far now, she thought.>
she stumbled to the battle scene.  Police would be here soon, but
they'd be too late to do anything, if there was anything they
could do here.
    She didn't know why this terror gripped her heart for this
boy <What was his name?  She knew that she knew it; it was at the
tip of her tongue just waiting for her to speak, and all would be
revealed to her.  All she knew was that his life was more
precious to her than her own.
    She rounded another corner, and there he was...in the grip
of the other one.  All his avian glory <The pretty bird!  He's
the pretty bird! she realized.> beaten down and bloodied by his
battle.
    "Stop it." she said between her deep heaving gasps for
breath.
    The one that was like a fierce tiger never let up pummeling
the one that was as majestic as a golden falcon, never even
hearing the girl�s plea.  She was too weak to speak...there had
to be some way to make herself heard.
    "Stop it." She managed to say fractionally louder.
 Again she was not heard as the tiger threw the hawk into
and through a stone fence.  He lay there unmoving in that vacant
lot, but she could feel he was not dead.  The cat drew close and
pulled the bird to his feet.  They exchanged words...then the
bird started smiling, while the cat looked on sadly.
    "Stop it."
    It was warming...something warm and bright, just within her
reach.
    The cat drew his claws back, in preparation for the killing
blow.
    No.
    Yes...just beyond the outskirts of her vision.  Something
powerful; something for her to use.
    No!
    It was there...glowing brightly.  She had only to reach out
and grasp it...and she could save him.
    "NO!"  She reached out... "STOP IT!  STOP IT NOW!  RUMIA!"
and her whole world went yellow.
    "Whoa...Super Saiyan!"  The two said together, as they
witnessed Miaso's transformation into Pixy Misa.  Then they
groaned, "Oh shit."

    Oooohhh I am so mad!  Sami thought as she ran.
    First off she was having this really cool dream of ice
cream...a whole world of sweet ice cream with more flavors than
she could count in her lifetime.  That didn't last long as her
favorite heat supply had, for some unknown reason, taken a hike
to parts unknown.
    I am going to beat him senseless for leaving me like that!
Then I'm going to beat him some more for making himself my
favorite chest warmer!  Little hentai probably gets a kick out of
that too, even though I'm not his species!
    Second off, it had to be on a test night!  A night she
really, REALLY, REEEAAALLLYYYY needed her sleep.
 I'll be lucky to pass...AGAIN!  What kind of life is this
for a fourth grader?  Fighting monsters, fighting Misa, fighting
Ramia...and speaking of that, where the heck was Tsunami in all
this?  It's like she just lets this happen!
    Third off her brother was being a total idiot.  If she
didn't get to wherever that light came from before Tenchi did, he
was liable to get himself hurt...or worse.
    Too many really obnoxious words a girl her age should
probably not be aware of filtered through her mind when she
considered all the ways her brother was a dope for making her
worry like this.
    It was a good thing she loved him.
    And fourth...she was getting way too many conflicting
feelings from...somewhere.  It was unnerving to feel such sadness
tinged with the fierceness she had come to know as fighting
spirit.  She would know, she had felt enough of it herself
recently.  It wasn't from her she could feel...it was like she
was a radio antenna, picking up someone else�s emotions.
    But whose were they?

    Misao...no, now Pixy Misa, threw her magical wand, not
unlike a boomerang, forcing Ryo-ohki to drop Rumia and leap to
one side.
    "You will not hurt Rumia anymore!" she told Ryo-ohki in a
tone that told him he was going to die.
   She jumped long and far, her wand returning to her hand in
midair, and she landed between the two of them, placing herself
in front of her boy.
   Oh yes...he was hers, and woe be it to those that would do
him harm, she thought in not so many words.
    "I thought you said you held her power?"  The cat screamed.
    "I DID!  SHE TOOK IT AWAY FROM ME!  IT'S HERS NOW!"  Rumia
screamed back.
    "Great!  Now what do you want me to do?  I can't take her
without hurting her!"
    "I'm too hurt to help..."
    "<What the hell are you two talking about?>" Pixy Misa
asked in very accented French.
    "ALRIGHT!  I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON HERE, BUT THIS
WANTON DESTRUCTION ENDS NOW!  SO SAYS ME, PRETTY SAMI!"
    The three of them looked to where Sami had appeared, just
as she finished her kawaii pose.
    "I THOUGHT YOU KEPT HER BATON, RYO-OHKI?!"  Rumia cried.
    Ryo-ohki laughed weakly, "Ooops."
    Sami and Misa blinked, looking at the two boys for a very
long few moments.
    "Ryo..?  Umm...what's going on here Pixy?"
    "Got me Mo Cheri Sami.  Got me."  They gravitated toward
each other, and glared hard at the two of them.
    They barely got out an embarrassed chuckle as they clutched
at their individual wounds.

    Hands, soft as silk and gentle a spring morning's breeze,
caressed up a woman's exceptional form underneath her very brief,
yet volumous nightgown.  She sighed lustily as the one who was
touching her continued running her hands slowly and sensually all
over her body.  Soon the hands reached her breasts, sliding over
the nipples which hardened gratifyingly at the sensation.
    "Ah...ooohhh...my lady." She breathed passionately;
"mmm...I must say you are very amorous tonight."
    A muffled giggle was the only response the woman received,
as she felt another's nubile nude form slide up inside of that
nightgown to join her in it.  She paused occasionally to touch
and kiss all the places that made the woman want to scream and
beg for more.  She restrained herself, for she knew she would get
it...and be giving it in return.  Soon the woman was face to face
with the other who tormented her so.
    "My lady Tsunami..." she managed to get out before Tsunami
kissed her full on the lips, slipping her tongue between the
woman's teeth to taste the other woman as fully as she could
there.
    Not to say the other woman was idle at all, but for her
part was simply riding the wave of Tsunami's passions as they
struck her, full force.
   Tsunami broke the kiss and said, "Oyuki...shhh..."  Then
she pulled the night gown off of both of their forms.
   "Uh hem!"
   "GAAA!"  They both shouted, in surprise.
   "Oh, Anata...it's only you."  Tsunami said as she calmed
down and recognized the vague form in the darkness of her room.
"Why are you here?  How did you get in?"  She asked, turning to
study him, giving him a very full view of her body.  Oyuki for
her part, had pulled up the covers around her body, blushing
furiously that this man had seen her...seen them both like this.
    Then she saw his eyes, and at that same moment never wished
to see them again.  There was enough anger, pain, and jealousy
there, quite a bit of it directed at her, to crush only the
strongest...or most insane spirit.  She was not willing to
speculate on which he was.
    Of course she knew of Cyraqs, and his feelings for the blue
haired heir whose bed she now shared.  But to see it up close
like this, to see what Tsunami really did to him...she made a
mental note to watch her step from now on.  If he broke down, she
wanted to be nowhere near him.
    As it was, he seemed only to nod curtly in her direction,
 before he spoke.
    A thought crossed Cyraqs' mind before he addressed Tsunami.
She's pink haired...Tsunami seems partial to that particular
shade for some reason.
    "Forgive me.  I flew in through the window."
   She nodded once, and crossed her legs in front of her, not
in the least covering anything up.  In fact she seemed to have no
modesty whatsoever where he was concerned, and had no apparent
inkling of what it was doing to him.
   "As for why I am here...I know you need to keep Ryo-ohki
with you.  However, I need to find him, and complete his
training.  I am prepared to work with you on this.  Just point me
to where he is, and I promise that I will only work with him when
he is not presently engaged in the duties you have assigned him."
    Tsunami sat and thought about it for a very long time.
Many things that could happen running through her head if she
either granted, or refused to grant his request.
    "What about Rumia?"
    Cyraqs' voice was ice when he spoke, and this Tsunami did
hear.  "Ramia has refused me.  I must get to one of them at
least.  Then the line is secured for a time...Rumia I will have
to train later.  I or Ryo-ohki."
    "She had to refuse you?"  This made up her mind.  "I have
your word that you will not interfere with what Ryo-ohki is
doing?"
    "You have my blood bond, he will not be interrupted."
    Tsunami then acquiesced.  "He is on the world of Chikyuu,
guiding the one that was chosen for the test."
    "Chikyuu." he nodded, "I have permission to use the
portal?"
    Tsunami arose to her knees and scooted to the edge of the
bed where he was.  She then leaned over and kissed him once on
the lips; his flinch so apparent that even Tsunami could not hope
to miss it.
    "I have granted you access."
    He nodded once curtly, before he transformed to the small
drake that was his spirit animal, and flew through the opened
window to disappear past the moonlight.
    Tsunami then kneeled back on her haunches, her shoulders
slumping down as if tired.  Oyuki sat up with her only to see
Tsunami lost in her own thoughts.  Oyuki put her arms around her
lover and held her tight, feeling Tsunami was shivering ever so
slightly.
    "He was cold.  Dark.  Almost...almost..."
    "I know."  Oyuki said, pulling Tsunami's head to her
breast.
    "Anata was never like that before.  What has happened to
him?"
    Oyuki didn't answer, knowing the answers were beyond what
Tsunami would be willing to understand and accept right now.  So
she settled instead, for pulling them both under the covers and
holding her mistress protectively all that night.

    "Hold still, Rumia.  I still need to clean these cuts out."
    Rumia squirmed as Pixy forcibly bathed him in her house's
bath tub.  None too gently either, as she scrubbed him over his
cuts, bruises and broken ribs with force that really did not make
him feel very appreciated, even though he'd heal in a few hours.
After all...he was about to get himself killed to ensure she
would survive.
    She didn't seem to think it was a very good notion.
    Enough Rumia...now we have to think up another plan, he
told himself.
    A lot of what they were doing hinged on the girls NOT
knowing what was going on.  Now they did.  Now all hell was
likely to break loose, and those that they had sought to keep
from harm were probably going to get thrown into the middle of
it.
    Now here he was...being bathed by Pixy Misa after his fight
with Ryo-ohki, who had informed him he had some...explaining to
do, after she had forced him to strip and get in the bathtub,
despite his many objections, protests, and embarrassed pleas.  He
was not looking forward to that.
    At least it was Pixy doing this, and not the ever-shy
Misao...
    Oh God!  Misao!  Suddenly he looked at her, trying to reach
out with his mind to touch her power.  As he expected, he found
he couldn't even touch it anymore.
    It's hers now.  She's taken it from me...I don't know how,
but she has.  Now it's up to her when she goes back to being
Misao.
    "Who says I want to?"
    What the?  He tried something.  Misao?
    Yes, she answered.  I hear you now.  You had to make this
connection when you first started using me.  Now...now it's two
way.  She smiled sadly.  Now I'm Pixy Misa...for as long as *I*
wish to be.
    "No...don't do that Misao!  You know what'll happen!"
    "What do you care?  You tried to leave me alone!"  Tried to
leave me...
    He grabbed her roughly over the tub's threshold on her
robe-clothed shoulders, no longer concerned by his nudity.  "I
had no choice!  It was the only way!  I die in battle...then
MAYBE we could have gotten the attention of the 101 priests.  I
know we would have convinced sensei to side with us, despite his
problems.  If not him, than I do know of others that would.  It
would have only been a matter of time, then you would have been
safe...and free."
    "And alone..."  she responded.  "So alone."
    "Sasami..." he began.
    "...has her own life." she finished.  "And would have begun
to live it...she will not always be able to be there."  Not like
I know you would.
    Not only thoughts, but feelings were leaking through, a lot
of really...adult ones, as well as the ones of a girl just into
her adolescence.  Her mind was a strange mix of adult and child.
    How did this happen?
    And before she could stop it, she asked a question of him.
One that was to reveal one of her deepest, darkest secrets in the
universe.
    "Do you think you are the only one to have used me for
something?" she asked with more pain in her voice than she had
expressed in quite some time.  For a brief moment, a memory of
her father coming into her room, in the deepest of night and
he...
    "NO!"  Rumia cried.  "NO!  I will not let that happen!  I
will not..." But he was too late...it had happened, and now he
knew...what had happened to her when she was younger.
    "Oh..God..no..Misao.  I am..."  He found himself at a loss
for words, and he bowed his head in a shame so profound he could
find no end to it's depths.
    So it was with a bit of surprise that he found his head
tilted up to look into the sypathetic crimson eyes of his friend.
"There was nothing you could do.  Nothing anyone could do.  It
has already been taken care of, and he will never do that again
to another."  She sighed.  "So now you know, Misure.  Now you
know why Misao is weak.  Now you know why, Pixy is so strong.
Now you know why there is such a difference in the two.  Now you
know another reason why we both like being this way."
    He had to find another way, he realized.  He couldn't leave
her alone like this again.
    It's just..."Pixy...Misao...I..."  won't ever let anything
happen again.  I can't leave you.  I won't leave you.  Ever.
Please...please forgive me...
   "Don't worry, Mon ami.  Stupidity is easily forgiven, when
it is stupidity caused by lo..."  She gasped sharply, then started
clutching herself, and fell to the floor in a spasm of pure agony
so profound she couldn't even scream.
    "MISAO!"

   If tension in the air were a physical property...you
wouldn't be able to cut this stuff with a Light Hawk Wing.
    Sasami had been glaring at Ryo-ohki...
    Human boy Ryo-ohki, she violently corrected herself.
    ...for awhile.
   Deciding the silence was hurting worse than the verbal and
physical abuse he was likely to receive if he did talk to her, he
finally borke the silence.
    "So...you mad at me?"  Now where the HELL did that one come
from?
    To her credit, or perhaps it was the calm before the storm,
her features smoothed out to a near pleasant expression.
    He realized very quickly that he was screwed.
    "Mad?  No, I'm not mad."  She said waaaayyyy to nicely.
    Oh just kill me Sasami and get it over with!
    "I mean why should I be mad?  My friend not only turns out
to be a boy (as I already knew), but a human boy."  At least I'm
not a monster or something, he thought.  "Correction...not quite
human."  O.K., scratch that.  "I just found this out, mind you.
Right after he got through beating the daylights out of one of
his best friends in some insane attempt to put an end to Pixy
Misa.  Who just happens to be MY best friend."
    Can I still run?  Is that still an option?
    "Also this boy has been sleeping with me for...over a year
now, probably thinking all sorts of ecchi thoughts as
I...I...hugged him all night," she pushed out.
    Sahara Desert maybe?  Perhaps the Himalayas?
    "Found him asleep in my Panty drawer one time."
    The moon?  Mars maybe?
    She walked up to him, still smiling sweetly.  "No, I'm not
mad about that.  Why should I be?  I'll even bet you were the one
who kissed me when that alien attacked.  Probably gave me the
power to beat that when you did."
    He nodded an imperceptive affirmative.
    "And to top it all off, I find I can feel what the boy is
feeling, as he probably can for me."
    Oh, could he.  Right at this moment what he could feel from
her was a hurricane of menace.  She was seriously not happy.
    She smiled really sweetly then, and raised her knee sharply
between his legs.
    "Not mad at all." she told him nicely as she walked away
from him, kneeling on the ground clutching his manhood in agony.
    "O.K....I deserved that," he grunted as soon as the feeling
of something sharp being rammed into that part of his body faded
to a dull thudding sensation.
    She wheeled on him, her eyes full of tears.  "YOU'RE DARN
RIGHT YOU DID!"  She sniffed, a couple of times, and it was all
he could do not to rush to her.  It probably would have been
suicide for him to even try.  "How could you?  How could you
betray me like that?"
    "Sasami...I...."
    "How could you just...USE me like that?  How come you never
said 'Sasami, I have to go around like this because it would be
easier than telling them why I look the way I do!'  Or even
'Sasami...I lo..lo...'"
    He shook his head as he tried to answer, but was
interrupted by Rumia's terrified shout of "MISAO!"
    They both ran to the bathroom.

    So here I stand, Cyraqs thought.  In front of this
monstrosity of a portal, reflecting the world of Terra in its
dimensionless depths.  One quick step and I'll be flying to where
I want to go on that world.
    He tensed for a moment.
    Only thing I have here is my art.  I don't have the love of
the woman I love.  The woman that loves me is becoming darker as
we speak.  What a pair we would make.
    He reached out and 'tapped' the Japanese Isle.  Instantly
the picture on the monolithic portal zoomed in on the specified
area of the planet.
    It would have been nice, he thought whimsically.  If only
my heart would cooperate.  I have only my art here.  I have a
mission to protect.  I cannot do that adequately if I cannot
teach.  My other is not suitable for instructing...she never was.
    He tensed again.
    The next generation must be secured, in case I die when I
protect from...them.  I know they will come again.  I must get to
at least one of my students and complete his training before that
happens.
    He bent his knees in preparation.
    I don't have much on this world.  What I do have I'm not
really going to miss.  Ah well...time for a whole shitload of
hurt.
    He took a step, and vanished.

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