% You wrote:
The project. It wasn't a matter of life and death for anyone she knew.
It *had been* a matter of life and death for the previous inhabitants of
the newly formed void. For the last two years, she had coaxed into being
and nurtured her own micro-universe.
% Some people grow gardens for a hoppy. Washuu creates universes. Go
figure.
Washuu yelped as she pinched her forearm... hard. <Careless, careless
*idiot*!> she berated herself. <It's not easy being God,>
% I find myself saying that all the time. ^_^
"ARGH!" She threw her arms into the air, quickly slid off the cushion,
making it bounce in midair, and walked towards the door. "When else
% When all else fails (I think that's what you meant to say)
"Aaaaah! Just as I thought!" Tenchi whispered.
% He's whispering? With two exclamation points in the spoken sentences?
The house was empty.
Tenchi indulged himself in the pleasurable remembrance of how the Masaki
residence had come by its calm.
% Taking a chainsaw to the girls while they slept wasn't easy, but it was
the only way he could figure out on how to get some peace and quiet in the
house once again.
they'd lost. Tenchi had walked in as Sasami dragged Mihoshi into the
kitchen for a quick and hushed stove-side meeting. The younger Juraian
princess knew she'd never have a chance like this again, anytime soon,
and had every intention of capitalizing on it. Nice, sweet, and generous
she may be, but to get the whole picture, one had to include
deviousness, a sometimes wicked sense of humor, and, more importantly at
the moment, a willingness to make a certain pair pay up.
% Yeah. That's a characteristic of hers most writers overlook. Nice to see
you using it.
"The *other* option," Sasami interrupted, with a hard glint in her eye,
"is for you and Ryouko to do our chores in addition to your own for
% chores, in addition to your own,
% works better, I think
one
month. Also, you will cook all meals and taste-test each others cooking
before serving."
% Heh. A wise precaution to throw that in.
Aeka paled while Ryouko gagged. They looked at each other, gulped,
nodded once, and turned back to the bet winners.
"When would you like to leave,"
% leave?
Washuu studied the girl on the cover again. "So... Ranma can change his
sex with just the application of the right temperature of water.
Interesting..."
Tenchi bigsweated. "Uhhh, what do you mean by that?"
% Yeah. Warning lights should be going off right about now all right.
"Hair, hair, hair. Well... red! Is there any other color?
% Well, she made Ryouko bluish colored hair.
____________________
It was late in the evening, the girls were still out but expected
anytime, and Tenchi was lounging in front of the TV,
% television
% It's almost always better to spell out the word rather than appriviate it
in cases like this.
"ARGH!!!" Energy crackled all over Ryouko's body. "We're getting off the
subject!! WHERE. IS. TENCHI!!!"
%TENCHI?!!!"
"I'M. RIGHT. HERE, RYO..."
"COOOOLLLL!" Sasami had finally put all the pieces together, and her
very high-pitched exclamation cut through the argument. Everyone looked
at Sasami's wide, smiling eyes. "Tenchi-niichan, er, -oneechan, um...!
Anyway, how did you get a curse like Ranma's? Can I get one, too? Gee,
what do I wanna be? I'm already gonna be a spaceship, someday, so that's
out. Ryou-ou-ki has cats covered... sort of. I don't think I wanna be a
boy. Hmmm..."
% How about some water from the Spring of Drowned Magical Girl? ^_^
"AAAAAHHHH!!!" Tenchi startled everyone by hopping up and running for
the restroom, knee-length red hair billowing out behind. The girls
followed and found Tenchi staring in the mirror.
Tenchi looked at the breasts. <They're HUGE! Well... large, at least.>
Tenchi looked at the waspish waist, the flare of the hips, the firm and
well-shaped legs.
% Tenchi: My god! I'm seriously getting turned on by myself.
"I won't be coming out of the lab for a few days, so... ENJOY!
BWAHAHAHAHAAAA!!" The image in the window winked out.
% This really isn't a problem. Just ask Mihoshi to go in. She can do it
without even trying.
Ryouko floated over. "Is it still gone?" She began to rub her hands up
and down his torso, gradually moving lower.
% Heh. Typical Ryouko
Tenchi's head slowly lolled back, and he started giving off little
grunts and groans of pleasure. Ryouko was still trying to take in what
had happened and why Tenchi was making such weird noises, unaware that
she was still rubbing.
% Heh. Quite the little scene there.
Tenchi trembled in desire. She *wanted* this women to touch her, oh
Kamisama, so much. "Ry-Ry-Ryouko. I-I think you'd be-better le-let me
up."
% Hehehe. Ryouko I would expect it from, Aeka doing it too does make it a
bit more amusing.
Breakfast was an odd affair. Tenchi was more silent than usual, and only
replied in grunts when spoken to. The girls sneaked surreptitious looks
at him throughout the meal. This lasted until a spider made itself known
as it crawled across Mihoshi's rice.
"EEEEEK!!!" Mihoshi pulled a baseball bat from... somewhere and started
clubbing the table and everything on it. Dishes shattered and glasses
were dumped, but the spider simply walked away from it all.
% hehehehe.
If Tenchi had been uncomfortable before, she was now mentally writhing
under Ryouko's gaze. The odd thing, Tenchi observed, was that it was
pleasant, in a tingly sort of way. She flicked a glance in the space
pirate's direction. Ryouko had one elbow on the arm of the couch, and
her hand was against her face as she studied the redhead, her little
finger bent and being absently chewed on. Tenchi was almost sorry she'd
looked. She absently rubbed her legs together, feeling the rough cloth
of her drawstring pants against her soft skin. She was also feeling
decidedly warm. Tenchi exerted some self-control and focused her
attention on the television. It was another steamy scene... with two
women. <Oh, great,> Tenchi thought sourly.
% Nice film. Exactly what are they watching?
-----more later-----
% Pretty cute. It'll be interesting how things play out.
D.B. Sommer