Nihao, minna-sama!  Here is Chapter 2, I hope you enjoy it.  I don't 
really have much to say (for once!) so I'd just like to remind all newcomers 
that I'm on vacation mode so if you want to critique my writing or send me 
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	Tenchi-Muyo! (c) AIC * Pioneer LDC, Inc.
	Oh My Goddess! (c) by Kousuke Fujishima, Kodansha, TBS and KSS Films.


Ah! Megami-sama Muyo!
Ah! No Need For My Goddess!
Chapter 2: Dinner and a Movie

	After some careful consideration, I decided it was safe for me to go 
downstairs and try to explain things to my Dad.  I hoped he would understand, 
though I doubted it.  After all, Goddesses don't just pop out of mirrors 
everyday.
	"Tenchi?  Are you sure it's OK?" Sasami asked.
	"Yeah, I'm going to go downstairs," I replied, "but I think you 
should stay here.  No, wait, that's no good. . .  You said we couldn't be 
separated, right?  Hey, does that mean that when school starts I'm supposed 
to go with you tagging along every day?"
	"No, Tenchi, you *are* silly!  What I meant that we can't be 
separated mostly has to do with our relationship -- it doesn't matter if 
we're not together for a short period of time, as long as no one tries to 
come between us."
	"And if someone does?"
	"Either your wish will fix itself or I will have to use my own power."
	"That's not too bad, right?"
	"Well, I need to rest in between large spells.  It doesn't take much 
energy to switch between my present form, Sasami, back to my original Goddess 
form, and vice-versa, but I'd rather not do it too often."
	"OK.  Stay here, and I'll go talk to my Dad," I said, stepping out of 
the room and heading downstairs.
	"Alright, Tenchi."
	"Dad?" I called from the landing.  "Dad?  I have to ask you 
something."
	"Ahh!  Tenchi!  I'm so proud of you!" I heard him yell back.
	"What?"
	He dashed up the stairs with his Pioneer brand camera rolling away.  
"I'm going to record every moment of this!  I was afraid you'd be too shy 
around women, and now you're sneaking them into your room!  Oh, my wife in 
heaven, if only you could see our son now!  You would be so proud!  He's 
gotten himself a beautiful girlfriend!"
	"Dad, cut it out!  Wait -- were you spying on me?!  I can't believe 
you don't even respect my privacy!  And besides that, she's not my 
girlfriend!"
	"Oh, she's not?"  He hit the stop button on the camera and turned it 
off.  "Then I suppose you can't object if I make my own moves on her, eh, 
Tenchi?"  He elbowed me and winked knowingly.
	"Stop it, Dad!  I need to talk to you about her!  She's a Goddess--"
	"That she certainly is!  I've never seen a woman with such grace 
about her, such beauty. . .  Except for your late mother, of course."
	"Would you just let me talk?!"
	"Tenchi?  What's wrong?" I heard Sasami say from behind me.
	"Huh?  Hey, this isn't the woman that was in your room before," Dad 
said.
	"That's what I've been trying to tell you!  Jeez!"  I took a deep 
breath.  "Dad, this is Sasami."
	"How do you do?" Sasami asked.  Dad just stared at her.
	"Um, I'm fine, thank you.  I'm Tenchi's father, Nobuyuki Masaki."
	"Hello, Tenchi's father.  I'm the Goddess Tsunami.  I'm here because 
Tenchi made a phone call to my company, and I came to answer his wish."
	Dad edged over to me and pulled me aside.  "Tenchi, you said her name 
was Sasami!  How much crack are you two smoking?" he whispered.
	"DAD!"
	" 'Crack'?  Tenchi, what is 'crack'?" Sasami asked.
	"Never you mind that, little girl," Dad said, chuckling nervously.  
"I guess you're too young for me!  I'm more than twice your age."
	"Yeah, I guess she's too young. . ." I echoed, placing my hand on the 
back of my head and chuckling nervously in the same manner as he.
	"Oo. . .  It's getting dark, Tenchi.  Have you had dinner yet?" 
Sasami said.
	*Growl* my stomach said.
	Well, gee, now that you mentioned it. . .  "Yeah, I guess I am a 
little hungry."
	"I'll make you dinner!" she exclaimed, running down to the kitchen.
	Heh. . .  A Goddess who likes to cook.  Who knew?  I turned back to 
my Dad, but he had disappeared as well.  I assumed he'd heard the word 'food' 
and had hightailed it after Sasami.
	"Well, this is certainly turning out to be an interesting summer," I 
said to myself, following the two downstairs.  "Do you need some help?" I 
called.
	"No, Tenchi, it's OK!"

*        *        *

	My Dad finished his last bit of rice and put down his chopsticks.  He 
took a sip of tea, then smiled at Sasami.  "That was delicious!" he said.  
"You're the best chef I know!"
	"Thank you, Tenchi's father," Sasami replied.
	"Yes, Sasami, it was very good," Grandpa added.
	"Now, now, Sasami, you can just call me 'Father' now!" Dad exclaimed.
	"Dad. . ." I said.
	"It's OK, Tenchi, I know that your girlfriend's a bit young, but when 
you two grow up it won't make any difference at all!"
	I looked down at my plate, feeling my face getting hot.  I wished my 
Dad would stop embarrassing me, and I bet it was probably embarrassing 
Sasami, too.  Yup, a quick glance at her confirmed her face was as red as 
mine felt.
	"Hmph," I heard my Dad mutter.  "I guess he's still shy around women."
	I sighed.  "Dad, I'm going to bed.  I have to work in grandpa's 
fields tomorrow.  Plus, he'll probably make me practice with the swords 
again."
	"Fields?  What kind of fields?  Oh, and you know how to use a sword?" 
Sasami asked.
	"Oh, we have a lot of land around the shrine and around this house, 
so my grandpa lets me plant a lot of big gardens.  Mostly fruits and 
vegetables, since it's so hard to get to town from here.  You have to climb 
hundreds of steps just to get to the house, let alone the shrine," I 
explained.  "As for the swordplay routines -- I've been doing them so long I 
don't even know why I started.  Most people do stuff like chess or video 
games, but I like practicing sword forms.  My grandpa teaches me."
	"Wow. . ." she said, her eyes widening and sparkling in delight.  It 
rendered me breathless for a moment.
	"Well, uh, you should get to bed, too, Sasami," I said finally.
	"I can set up a futon for you, Sasami.  You can sleep in the guest 
room," Dad said.
	"OK," she replied, starting to follow him up the stairs.  "Tenchi?" 
she said, turning around.
	"Yes, Sasami?"
	"Do you like me better as Tsunami or Sasami?"
	"But they're both the same person -- you.  Which do you like better?"
	"I want to switch back before I go to bed so I can rest because my 
powers are stronger when I'm in my older form.  I just wanted to know if you 
minded. . ."
	"Why are you asking me?"
	She looked away for a moment.  "Your opinion matters to me, Tenchi."
	Gosh.  And I'd barely even met her.
	"Well, I like you both because you're both the same person, like I 
said."
	She smiled again.  "Thank you, Tenchi!"

*        *        *

	I yawned.  Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, I was 
pretty tired.  It had been about three months since I'd dialed the wrong 
number, and I didn't regret my wish one bit.  Tsunami (or Sasami, whichever 
form she decided to take) was a big help around the house, especially since 
she loved cooking so much.  It was great when I was out working in the fields 
or up near the shrine practicing the sword forms and she'd come running up 
with a cold drink and/or a wet cloth to wipe my forehead with.
	Of course, my Dad was still obsessing over our relationship, and that 
kinda killed it a little.  School was about to start, too, and I dreaded 
having to leave Tsunami home by herself.  My dad worked during the day, and 
my grandpa was always sitting in that shrine of his.  What was she going to 
do?
	"Tenchi?  Go and get the mail," Grandpa said.
	"Alright, Grandpa," I replied.  Arrrrrgh!  There's got to be an 
easier way to get the mail than walking down and back up those stairs.  I 
walked over to the front door and began putting on my sandals.
	"What are you doing, Tenchi?" Tsunami asked.
	"I have to go get the mail.  It'll take awhile, so don't worry if I'm 
not back right away," I said.
	"Why don't you let me handle it?"
	"No, I couldn't make you climb up and down the stairs."
	"Shh, just be silent," she replied.  She held both her hands out in 
front of her.  <"Bonds of matter, release thy chains!  Free yourselves from 
your material form, and gather in my hands.  Reform!">  Suddenly, I sensed a 
strange aura emitting from her hands.  The air felt like it was getting 
thicker and denser, and I could literally feel the energy traveling into her 
palm.  Her hand glowed azure, and when the light faded, she was left holding 
the day's mail.
	"That's awesome!" I exclaimed.
	She exhaled loudly, and I realized she must have been holding her 
breath when she was casting the spell.  "Whew, that wasn't too bad.  I--"
	"Tsunami?  Could you help me clean the stone path to the shrine?" 
Grandpa asked.  "Tenchi's worn-out from the gardening and the sword fighting, 
and I don't want to bother him any further."
	"It's OK, Grandpa, I can--"
	"No, Tenchi, you stay and rest," Tsunami said.
	"But you just cast a spell!  Aren't *you* tired?"
	"I'm fine, Tenchi.  We don't need to clean the stairs, just the paths 
leading from the stairs to the house and shrine.  It won't take long," she 
replied.
	"Well, alright," I agreed reluctantly.  After they'd left, I began 
examining the day's mail.  It was all bills and other crap, but there was one 
package addressed to me.
	"That's odd, " I said to myself.  It had no return address, and 
through the bubble wrap, I could fell that it was the exact size of a 
videotape.  "What kind of tape could this be?" I wondered aloud.  It didn't 
seem dangerous, so I opened the package.  Sure enough, it was a videotape.  I 
read the label.
	"[How To Work Your New Camcorder].  What the heck?  What's Dad up to 
now?  Oh, wait, that's right. . ."  I remembered what my Dad had said the 
first time he'd met Sasami.  How he wanted to record 'every second.'  And 
just yesterday he'd mentioned something about teaching me how to use his 
camera so I could record her, too.  He must have gotten overzealous and 
decided to buy a new camera for me.
	"Cool, this is great!" I exclaimed, popping in the tape.  A 
12-year-old girl with spiky red hair appeared on the TV screen.
	"Good day!  I am Professor Washu, and I will be instructing you on 
the usage of your newly purchased camera," the girl said.
	"Professor Washu?  A 12-year-old girl?  Give me a break!  What's with 
her hair?" I said to nobody in particular.
	"Hey, I'll have you know I'm not 12 years old!  I'm 20,000!  And lay 
off the hair!" Professor Washu said.
	My eyes bugged out so much I suspected they almost covered half of my 
face.  "Wha-wha-what did you say?" I said in disbelief.
	"OK, I guess I'll just have to come see you in person.  Stay there!"  
The girl walked towards the screen, then when it looked like she was about to 
touch the glass, she passed right through it and entered our den.  "You're 
not very polite, are you?" she asked, stepping over the bottom of the screen 
with one foot, and then the other.
	I screamed and ran away.  A lot of good it did me -- I crashed into 
the wall behind me.  I really don't know why seeing a girl coming out of a 
television would freak me out so much, because Tsunami had done practically 
the same thing when she'd came into my life.  Of course, I'd assumed Tsunami 
would be the only person who would ever scare me out of my wits like that.  
It probably only seems this foolish now because I'm looking back at a past 
experience.

End of Chapter 2