Fallen
Angel's are bright still, though the brightest fell
Paradise Lost by John Milton
Disclaimer: Usual Spiel. Don't own the right, the Tenchi Muyo
characters depicted in this story belong to their respective authors
and company. Most of the information belongs the OAV, with snippets
from the other garden varieties. Original characters and story does
however belong to me.
Prologue
"...so, then... I accept." He concludes.
The young handsome man bows his head with resignation. He was
a young man, dressed in an simple, but expensive gold-white kimono.
Long glossy black concealed the trickle of tears down his face.
Hesitantly, he reached out to the ornate hilt before him. Upon
accepting the hilt, his body slumped as if he accepted a heavier
burden then the object before him.
Before him, floating on the clear pool was the projection of a
goddess. Standing tall and calm, her face was as eternal as it was
beautiful. Long light blue hair streamed along her back, while she
wore an elaborate white-blue mantle over her pristine white kimono.
If she physically could she would also be crying, but her pinkish-red
eyes could only reflect great sorrow and greater understanding.
"I bless thee, as my chosen. Accept."
Kneeling down as she materialised, she gently cupped his
hidden face and turned it upwards. Slowly kissing away the tears in
his eyes. Tilting his head slightly, she again kissed him. This time
on the mouth. Gently and sensually like a lover, she offered what
little comfort and love she could provide to both him and herself.
Mesmerised by the beauty and depth, he abruptly flinched away
as he recalled her identity. Puzzled and hurt by the rejection, she
slowly withdrew to stare into his eyes as she realised new emotion.
Shame and desire. Turning her face away to hide a rising blush from
her too perfect body. Strangely embarrassed by her new emotions, she
shifted her body uncomfortably away.
As she dropped her hands to recollect herself, she abruptly
reminded herself of the ritual. She tighten her hold once again and
ignored the flinch of pain as her nails dug in. Harmonising herself to
the energy and rhythm of life and her essence, she focused her power
into her chosen.
Three triangles of formed and shone on his forehead, just
where she kissed him. Feeling a cold burning sensation on his forehead,
he could feel the manifestation of raw power and energy. Accepting the
burden and knowledge, he slowly faced the goddess before him. Not
bothering to hide the truth in his eyes and face, he gently clasped
her wrists to remove her hands. Staring into each others eyes, they
didn't bother talking. The time for talking was over, all that was
left was fate.
Gently kissing her wrists as he removed her hold, abruptly
letting go as he stood stiffly. He quickly turned away, as if to avert
looking at her face.
"Goodbye." Simple words, yet with a turmoil of emotions.
Concealing her eyes with her hair, she lay frozen, looking
even more innocent and seductive.
"Remember to love. No matter what. Life without love..."
Abruptly. "I understand."
Instinctively stifling a cry of pain, she soon drew beads of
blood from her palms as she tried to hide it. Hearing an explosions
from outside the sanctum, they both raised their heads to the unseen
sight.
"And so it begins..." He concluded
"...And so it begins..." She echoed and agreed.
Without looking back, the Crown Prince and Royal Heir to the
Jurain Empire, Yosho, left. Without so much as a word. Ryoko was here
and he had just chosen his fate. For better or worse. He abstractly
knew it was the right one, but why did it feel too painful and
difficult?
Staring at her wrists as the tears trickled into her cupped
palms, she ignored the strange sensation of tears forming around her
eyes. Ignoring the sensation of her first tear, her mind was focused
on the greater pain in her heart and the bond with her chosen. In
heart, mind and sprit, they were linked.
After he left, she faded away into a small mist of light as
she withdrew into her tree. For the first time ever, she meditated
about the disturbing temptation of placing a select few above the many.
Chapter 1
And she stood brightly, consumed by the light and flames.
Shining with her own light and energy as her red eyes glared into him.
Fallen guards and friends littered and surrounded her. The once tall
and grand white marble halls lay in ruin while it was stained with
Jurain blood. Of the royal gardens, once the grandest in the galaxy,
lay now in cinder and ash. In the depth of the inferno, standing tall
and bright was a angel. Like a western religion from his mother's
world or a couple of other barbaric religions, she stood out like an
fallen angel, only from the depths of hell.
Long spiky cyan hair. Burning red demonic eyes, scanning the
area for threat. Blades of plasma in clenched in each hand, as she
decapitated another guard. And a seething snarl of rage, that seemed
insane and relentless. Tightening his hold on the hilt, he channelled
his newly augmentated power to form a blade of Jurain energy.
Leaping forward with a quick lethal lunge to her heart, she
managed to desperately parry the blow with her lightening speed and
both plasma blades. Feeling a slight drain of energy and slight
weakening flicker from the blades as they repulsed each other.
Calming himself for battle, he relaxed himself into a
combative stance. Slightly pointing the blade to the space pirate, he
declared his challenge. "Demon. Desist and leave. Or prepare to be
destroyed of your evil ways."
---
Through the smoke and haze, she turned to face the pompous
fool, who that dared to challenge her. Expecting another guard or
court pansy, she was surprised by the amount of strange power he
project. More so, he was neither a simple guard or pathetic noble. He
seemed like an interesting challenge.
Sadistically tasting the Jurian blood on her hand, Ryoko
observed the new threat. Disappointed by his unresponsive behaviour.
The Master Key, otherwise known as Tenchi-ken. So, pretty boy here,
has what she was sent for. Interesting.
-the Master Key, get the Master Key-
"Give me the Master Key."
While he stood tall and graceful, he neither look stiff or
weak. Reassessing that he seem like a Kajith'luin assassin's stiletto
blade. Quick, strong and deadly. A whole different class from the
wimps she had previously been fighting. Most likely, in a class of his
own. Much like her own. Analysing her greatest threat, he concluded he
seemed dependent on the Master Key.
Calmly ignoring the request, his continued analysing the
situation. Even as his eyes ignored the smoke and ash in the
atmosphere, while they began glowing with an azure energy.
So, he was the strong silent type, huh. Cute too, but while he
was powerful; he seemed also resigned. So power, yet like another
pawn. And that really pissed her off, driving her insane with hatred
and rage to utterly destroy.
-name, get his name-
"Tell me you name."
Gauging the previous attack she concluded that he may possibly
be better skilled and faster. His Jurain powers, however were limited
to a basic personal aura shield and that damn blade. Physically, he
would be weaker with no real flying abilities, teleportation or other
'surprises'. Also he carried no projectile weapon, so blasting at a
range would be too easy.
Gruesomely chuckling at the situation, it quickly died when
she noticed his lack of response.
Anyway, her 'secret' tricks that were more creative and
powerful than what ever he could dish out she concluded. In terms of
manoeuvrability, he was a two dimensional sitting duck, limited to
leaping around like a Jarlakian grasshopper. Concluding that she could
toy with him while Ryo-Ohki destroys the orbital defenses, she also
didn't have to worry about escape. More importantly, he was kind of an
attractive toy to play around with.
----
Allowing an small evil grin, she attacked. Swooping to the
left and while firing a volley of plasma blasts, she watched to he
danced away from the blasts. Instead of leaping over the volley, he
surprised her by side stepping the stream and charging towards her.
Spinning with the momentum, she quick discarded the idea of
teleportation for later, and delivered a quick double overhead strikes
to his head. Bending to the greater power of momentum and strength, he
resisted suddenly push up as she released the advantage to bounce off
the ground and duck under his reach while lashing at his unguarded
back as she passed. Surprised by the sudden change of the attack, he
quickly diverted his energy to raise a body shield to counter the
attack.
Dropping his blade suddenly, his left arm snakes to curl and
wrap around Ryoko's lashing right arm as she passes. Quickly turning
the arm inwards, as to point the plasma blade into her, she
instinctively dismisses the blade from existence for
self-preservation. Swinging around behind Ryoko, Yosho then grapples
the outstretched left hand, and thrusts it into a harsh hammer lock.
Raising his right arm to prevent escape of her left arm, while
tightening his grip.
Feeling an increasing intensity of conflicting powers of light
and darkness.
----
So much pain. Must get out of that bastard's hold.
"bastard......let...me..."
And the pain ended.
"GO!"
Surprised by the sudden release from her master, the delicate
truce of Ryoko's mental stability shattered. And so Ryoko screamed. An
overwhelming influx and turmoil of emotions crushed her mind and
senses. Drained. Scared. Panic. Pain. Despair. Self-hatred. Hatred.
Rage. All of which was due to the one, she is forced to call master.
----
Instinctively fully embracing her to tighten the hold and to
control the overwhelming pain. Time became irrelevant and faded away
due to the pain. Feeling overwhelmed by weariness and exhaustion, he
didn't realise his compromising position until it was too late.
"Let Me Go, You Bastard! Let Me Go!"
Hearing a deafening scream blasted in ears, Yosho was
remembered many things. Like what he was doing; where he was holding
her; and more importantly who he was holding. Idiotically squeezing
her breast to confirm the situation, he was quickly surprised by the
amount of squirming. Immediately resuming a more 'gentlemanly' hold,
he tried to ignore the sensations for the dire situation.
"DON'T..." and all sound faded into painful silence.
As the deafening sound cleared and became distinct, he
realised the screams seemed more surprisingly feminine and panicked.
More importantly, the icy battle calm refused to return in this
increasingly embarrassing situation. For some reason, the spikes of
raw emotions of: Fear; panic; pain; depression; self-loathing; hate;
intense personal anger and resentment to something or someone that
seem to pierce and shred his mental defenses. Especially that brief
instance when he, if not for a better word, groped her, he was
literally stunned. Fear, hatred and finally self-loathing was unlike
anything previously encountered.
"Help Me! Don't Touch ME!"
Instinctively letting her go due to the strange empathic
suffering and sincere plead. Mentally ignoring the muted mental
reprimand that felt buried under the onslaught of pain.
----
Elsewhere above, the cool precise laser attacks of Ryo-Ohki
responded to her real master's pain. Feeling the berserk rage and dire
plead, Ryo-Ohki changed course of her attack and plummeted into
Jurai's atmosphere like a flaming comet.
Blasting the palace to re-angle and slow the point of impact
Ryo-Ohki started firing a constant stream laser of into the nearby
palace. Blasting and destroying everywhere, causing huge structural
damage and destroying lives and priceless works of art.
Now grounded, Ryo-ohki tries to pin point the location of her
master via their link. Overwhelmed with the pain and repressed
memories, a backlog of Ryoko's emotions flooded and literally
short-circuited any capacity to reason. Unfortunately for the Jurain's
with Ryo-Ohki now in the atmosphere, she would now expel her rage at
her master's pain at directly to those responsible. With her shields
exhausted upon entering Jurai, she charged into full offence.
Opening every weapon's port or anything that might hurt them,
she fired and fired. Probes, both scientific and stealth, uselessly
burrowed into ground and palace. Using the tractor beam to rip apart
the palace roof and surrounding columns. Randomly firing any sort of
blast imaginable: flame; frost; air pressure; laser; water jets; sonic
waves; fusion beams; electricity and plasma the area was covered with
a insane mosaic of destruction. Missile nets uselessly covered the
ground or protectively hugged the roof to prevent tearing from the
tractor beam. As missiles and probes were depleted, fury allowed her
to continue firing further blasts.
Randomly firing everywhere, one of the wild sonic blasts
manage to strike into the centre collapsing palace resonating directly
into the heart of the Jurain space tree nursery.
---
Deep within the palace, a curious little girl escapes her
nurse to have a fun and maybe an adventure. Ignoring the funny sounds
and light show, she explore and find those funny trees. Especailly
that Sunani, she seemed stranger and more... different. She was like
Fuhano-mama, except she was more fun. Fascinated by those floating
trees, Princess Sasami continues wandering. While she couldn't find
Sunani, she didn't feel afraid or lost. These tree were her friend,
especially how they sang, unlike anything she had heard before. And
those pretty lights, they were wonderful how they danced and played.
But now they seem sad and in pain.
Deciding to get a better view to find her Sunani, Sasami looks
over the edge of the path. Giggling at the disorientating rush of
looking over a huge drop, she manage to recognise the huge tree below
her as her Sunani. Rocketed over the edge by Ryo-Ohki's resonated
sonic blast, Sasami fell.
----
So much grief and pain. How many must die? How much must be
sacrificed for the greater good. Her children, so many dying and dead.
It was unfair. The cruel war between gods and the mortal trapped
inbetween.
Jolted out her sorrow by a taint of blood and death in her
host's pool, the goddess Tsunami turn her sight to the body before her.
It was the young princess, genuinely warm and caring and gifted with
unusually strong empathy. And she was dying. Contemplating once again
about the dilemma of choosing a few above the many, then she decided.
----End teaser----
Notes: title doesn't feel right - might change it later. Feels a
bit... lame, if not for a politer word, right now. was bored, curious
about writing a yosho sort of story, decided to explore another thread
of ideas.
Yosho has always been a elusive but influencial character in the TM
OVA story. doesn't do much directly, but you get the feeling he knows
almost everything going on - like a puppet master.
while the plot may not be original as some of the others, i just want
to explore a certain bent sort of logic.
while i do have got the over all grasp of the story, writing the other
half to this chapter would have been wrong. Like so many others things
i write the prologue and a teaser to the first chapter. the problem is
that once you get to a certain point, i find, you have to pause and
regather your thoughts otherwise it would become too painful.
Like my other other fics, sorry if there will be a huge delay. One last
thing i'll probably extend the mega fusion, SM Chaos, except the title
will probably change.
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