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Mystery Fusion number 7


 Note: Perfect for breaking writer's block. Try it some time! It's fun!

 Disclaimer: Moved to the footer, as to avoid ruining the surprise.


 Tenchi smiled brightly to himself. Maybe fast food wasn't exactly the
greatest job in the universe. Still, it was a job, it was his, and damn
it all, he was going to do it well.

 But that spooky-looking blonde girl kept staring into the shop with big
goo-goo eyes and drooling freely.

 It was getting to be a little... scary...

 He glanced towards the window out of the corner of his eye again, but
she was _still_ there, and she was _still_ drooling.

 Whispering to his co-workers, he explained, "I'm going to sneak around
behind her and ask what the heck is going on. Get ready to call the
police. They nodded, already unnerved by her presence, and the apparent
ability to generate so much drool.

 ***

 Sasami closed her eyes, concentrating. "Washu-chan?" she began
unsteadily. "Where is Mihoshi?"

 The not-quite-as-diminutive-as-normal girl turned around, hiding her
portable terminal in one sleeve of her clothing. "You lost her?"

 The little green haired girl nodded apologetically. "I'm afraid so,
Washu-chan..."

 Groaning, the redhead rubbed at her temple. "Why exactly did we need to
bring her back, anyway?"

 Sasami blinked at that, an answer dying on her lips. "Um," she
ventured. "I can't remember either, so maybe she just stumbled in.
Wasn't it supposed to be Kiyone?"

 Washu sighed, shaking her head. "Three months," she despaired. "Three
months when we should have had a year, and now we're a person short! Oh
well... Kiyone was the most expendable."

 The little girl nodded, following the redhead towards Mihoshi, and a
slew of flashing red police-lights.

 Washu groaned, "This can't be good."

 ***

 Tenchi shook his head, walking into the house he shared with his father
and announcing, "I'm home!"

 Nobuyuki was waiting at the table, sunglasses gleaming. Tenchi
swallowed nervously. Ever since his father had semi-retired from his
architectural pursuits, he found things to entertain himself that
worried his son.

 Worried Tenchi greatly, in fact, though he tried not to mention it too
much. "You wouldn't believe what happened at work today," Tenchi
ventured, one eye firmly on his father, the other frantically searching
for a venue of escape if his father had hatched another insane ploy
involving women.

 "Son!"

 Tenchi winced. It was women. That was the only time his father used
that tone of voice. "Yes, Father?" Tenchi hazarded, gauging the odds of
success should he try and simply bolt back out the door he entered from.

 "We have new houseguests."

 "Oh, I see." Okay, well, running wouldn't work. Seppuku? Running away
and living with his grandfather in a shrine? Actually, that last bit hat
some appeal to it... "Where are they?"

 Three girls trooped into the room, each of them smiling, but one of
them, one of them... "YOU!" Tenchi and Mihoshi exclaimed simultaneously,
pointing at each other.

 Tenchi's eyes bugged out, as he prepared to turn, and flee... but not
quickly enough. "ACK!" He managed, ending up on the receiving end of a
moist and cheerful glomp from the bubbly and curvaceous blonde.

 Mihoshi cheerfully chirped, "And you got us sent to the nice police
man, and then he gave us something called udon, and he said... but that
was before... oh, wait. I forget. But... anyway, I wanted to thank you
for getting us sent here! Now we can spend all sorts of time together,
and..." The droning continued, while Tenchi frantically tried to reach
either the phone, or a tanto.

 Shrine, seppuku... freedom was freedom, at this point.

 The redhead pinched Mihoshi at the nape of her neck, lifting her from
Tenchi like an overgrown kitten as the blonde suddenly fell docile.
"Sorry," she apologized. "Mihoshi is... a little excitable."

 Tenchi nodded dumbly, as the polite little girl with long green hair
bowed apologetically along with the taller redhead. "My name is Sasami,
Tenchi-sama."

 "And my name is Washu."

 The boy blinked, nodding again, and unsure of how to deal with this
situation.

 Nobuyuki grinned widely, seeing no problems with the recent
developments. "So, Tenchi, these girls will be attending school with
you..."

 Tanto and temple, Tenchi decided. He had to get out of this situation.

 ***

 Washu crouched behind the corner of a warehouse, peeking around to look
at something. "Are you sure?" she whispered.

 Sasami whispered back, "I'm positive. I'm going to need about two
minutes before I can fully generate, though."

 Washu nodded, hearing someone approach. "Damn!" she swore. "I bet
that's Tenchi, too! You deal with the Generator, and I'll buy us some
time, okay?"

 Sasami nodded, rushing around the corner to deal with the threat to the
way of life she and Washu and... kind of... Mihoshi had been sent back
in time to protect.



 Yes folks, this is Generator Pretty Sammy.

 Disclaimer: Generator Gawl is the property of ADV, while Tenchi is the
property of Pioneer in the US. (That's right! Pioneer own heaven and
earth in the US!)

 Notes: And yeah, this actually does destroy writer's block.


--
Haiku of my lament:

Forgive my spelling,
my U.S. education,
is the source of blame.

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