Well I finally got off my butt and decided to finish
part two of this fic It's been a hectic time for me
what with work and school I found little time to
listen to my muse even though it's probably yelling in
my ear.
But here it is Part II of no need for myth. Oh and if
you think I own tenchi you are most mistake that honor
belongs to the folks at Pioneer. Me I'm just
borrowing the idea for fun not profit. So please
excuse me.
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Well I finally got off my butt and decided to finish part two of this fic
It's been a hectic time for me what with work and school I found little
time to listen to my muse even though it's probably yelling in my ear.
But here it is Part II of no need for myth. Oh and if you think I own
tenchi you are most mistake that honor belongs to the folks at Pioneer.
Me I'm just borrowing the idea for fun not profit. So please excuse
me.
sensai-teacher
It was later that night when Yosho and Kiyone returned and the
striken alien residents of the Masaki household assembled to explain the
dire situation. "Is that so...seems like Tenchi has gotten himself into a
scrape this time." Yosho commented his cool exterior not broken by the news.
"But what can we do about it Yosho!" Ayeka said her face full of
worry. "Tenchi-sama is in mortal danger."
"Now, now, Ayeka there's no use in worrying. We know he is safe and
how we can get him back." Yosho stated reassuringly. "There's just a catch
added to it." Kiyone said as Washu set a pendant on the middle of the table.
"Listen in troops thanks to the sensors aboard the Yagami and the
coordinates we were given I got a visual id on the meeting place." The small
scientist stated as a 3D display of the area with a flashing square on a
valley popped up from the pendant.
"Hmm...Makeikusa Valley." Yosho commented softly. "The lost cause
valley. What a strange name." Mihoshi said quizzically.
"It seems like an awful lot of ground to cover." Kiyone stated as
Ayeka faced the kawaii, red headed, genius. "Is there a more exact location
Washu-san?" Ayeka asked as Washu calmly gazed back at her.
"Now Ayeka-dono, what did you to call me?" The diminutive scientist
stated with a twinkle in her eye. "Ah, excuse me Washu-chan." Ayeka
corrected quickly hoping to avoid Washu's wrath.
"That's better. To be more specific the 'arena' is located here." As
Washu finished the map zoomed in and focused on almost circular grass
clearing in the forest, "It's about twenty five kilometer from our current
position. We could get there in a second if we wanted to." Washu stated
neutrally as Mihoshi thought for a moment then slapped her right fist on the
palm of her left hand. "Oh I see. So all we have to do is go to the field,
find Tenchi, and them make a run for it. That's brilliant Washu-chan!"
The room was quiet for a moment as the rest of the girls sweatdropped
and continued to stare in Mihoshi's direction. "What?" the bewildered
detective said, "Did I spill some tea on myself?" Ryoko looked at the
panicking Mihoshi for a second. "Mihoshi, when you worked as a Galaxy Police
officer, did get clobbered on the head repeatedly?"
Mihoshi scratched her chin for a moment in thought. "No, but I was
tossed out of window's a few times. Does that count?" Mihoshi stated
curiously as everyone in the room (Yosho included) facefaulted.
"Typical." Ayeka commented as Kiyone mumbled something about an
explanation for all her suffering. "Well if miss naivet� is finished may I
continue?" Washu asked the assembled party. When no one responded Washu
continued, "Thank you."
"Anyway Mihoshi," Washu looked banefully toward the bewildered
Galaxy Police officer, "The 'arena' is where Ryoko-chan and our strange
visitor are going to fight. There is no guarantee that he will bring Tenchi
with him. We don't know if he's that stupid."
"Oh." Mihoshi whispered as Ryoko crossed her arms in annoyance. "So
Washu-'chan' where do we find Tenchi then?"
Washu calmly pressed a series of buttons. The 3D landscape zoomed
out until a series of hills could be seen. "Tell me Ryoko-chan, what do you
see here?" the red head universal genius asked mirthfully as the cyan haired
woman glared at her for a moment.
"Just a bunch of hills."
"Wrong! Think again." Washu grinned as Ryoko found a dunce hat on her
head. Suddenly a series of yellow line crisscrossed the hills.
"And there is the reason for the valleys naming." Yosho commented
sagely to Mihoshi as the detective nodded. "Oh dear." Ayeka stated anxiously.
"How much of a time would it take to search the whole thing Washu-chan?"
Kiyone asked.
"As you can see this system of caves stretches for about five miles
and has many dead ends. Tenchi-dono could be hidden in anyone of them. I
estimated anywhere from a four days to at least a week to search every nook
and cranny." Washu declared with a frown.
"Tenchi-niichan..." Sasami muttered softly. "Isn't there some way to
find him faster?" Ryoko asked angrily.
"Hmm," Washu started as she closed her eyes to think, "I do keep a
sensor around to locate Tenchi's passive bioenergy signature." Washu stated
nonchalantly. "What!?!" the assembled cast shouted. "Well...heh, heh, how
else is a cute little genius like me supposed to keep track of my favorite
guinea pig?" Washu announced hands on her cheeks; her eyes aglitter with
innocence.
"Why I oughta..." Ryoko started, veins popping, ready to tear Washu
apart. Washu merely shook her index finger at Ryoko. "Ah-ah, Is that anyway
to talk to your mother Ryoko-chan."
"Unfortunately," Washu started crossing her arms and lowering her
head in thought, "That would only shorten the search to about fourty minutes
to an hour. I don't think our kidnapper would give us that length of time."
Everyone was silent as the new information sunk in. Ryoko abruptly stood up.
"Well I guess we have no choice." Ryoko said eyes closed, "I'll take
on sour boy and buy you the time you need."
The rest of the group looked at each other somberly. "Ryoko," Kiyone
spoke up staring seriously at the former space pirate, "Are you sure you can
fight him for an hour?"
Ryoko dropped her head in thought "I'm not sure Kiyone." Ryoko stated
fists clenched, "But I have to, Tenchi's life is at stake." Ryoko remarked
gazing straight ahead her eyes gleaming with determination.
"Ryoko-neechan." Sasami stood up eyes brimmed with tears, "Isn't
there some other way. You could get killed." When Ryoko didn't respond
Sasami turned pleadingly to Washu. "Washu can't you contain him in a prison
of some sort?"
Washu sighed as she lowered her gaze. "Without knowing the exact
nature of his powers I won't be able to come up with any sort of containment
mechanism to hold him."
"If only we knew more about him." Ayeka stated solemnly. Sasami then
turned to Yosho her gaze determined. "Yosho-niichan tell them about the man
you used to spare with." She said seriously.
Slowly everyone looked toward the former crown prince of Jurai as he
sighed, eyes closed. "I had hoped it was someone else."
"You mean you knew this guy all along!?!" Ryoko yelled her previous
anger returning full force.
"In my youth long ago on planet Jurai as a member of the Royal
family I was being trained in use of my powers, But my sensai thought I was
too dependant on the Tenchi-ken as a crutch to bring out my power. So he
decided to force me to utilize the full potential of the Jurain energies
within me unaided..." Yosho continued unabated.
~Flashback Planet Jurai over 800 years ago~
A younger Yosho dressed in traditional Jurain training garb lands
softly on the ground while the last of the robot attackers crumbled to bits
onto the dojo floor. A 60 year old man with a scar down his cheek looks on
impassively.
"Well done Prince Yosho." The man states with no emotion, "your skill
in Jurain sword play is progressing excellently." The man walks through
the training field littered with mechanical parts stopping fifteen feet from
Yosho.
"But what if you faced opponents that can take your sword from you.
Where would you be then?" The man says looking at Yosho critically.
"I'm not sure sensai." the young prince starts his hand cupping his
chin. "But I think I can handle that situation when it arises." Yosho
finishes confidently looking at his teacher.
Before Yosho could blink the old man has closed the distance between
them, disarms him, and performs a leg sweep. "Are you so sure now young
prince?" the old man asked calmly a blade made entirely of pure Jurain energy
in his hand now pointed at the princes throat.
The old man backed off allowing Yosho to get to his feet. The sensai
looked at his pupil with a frown. "You rely too much on this artifact." the
old man said as he held up the Tenchi-ken. "Unless you learn to draw on the
power of Jurai without any external aids you are vunerable in a fight." The
old man looked Yosho once over then slyly grinned at the young prince. "And
I know just the place to help you train."
Yosho's VO: My sensai was good on his word and after getting approval
from mother and father...
The Jurain tree ship accended into the heavens, its propulsion
causing the leaves and grass of the area to bend and sway. Yosho now dressed
in simple civilian clothing is holding a survival pack as he looks up at the
now disappearing ship. Sighing the prince looks toward the path of trees and
wilderness laying before him. "The journey of a thousand miles begins with
one step." and with that Yosho proceeds to head into the forest.
Later that night a single camp fire is seen slowly burning. Yosho is
near a clearing praticing a kata unarmed, his mind slowly thinks back to
before he departed from planet Jurai...
Yosho hefted his survival pack and looked toward his sensai.
"Remember young prince practice the way I showed you, and only use your
blade when it is a dire emergency." The old man said with seriousness. "Hai
sensai." Yosho responded curiously before turning to see his father and his
wives coming towards them. Emperess Funaho his mother looked Yosho up and
down before giving a calm smile to his son. "You will do just fine my son.
Have faith in your abilities." Emperor Azusa simply gave his son a soul
searching look and shook his hand. Lady Misaki on the other hand gave the
young prince a tight bear hug tears gushing from her eyes even though she
was heavy with child. "Oh poor baby come back to us in one piece." and the
young prince who could take on an army of attackers began turning a nice
shade of blue.
Yosho laughed as he remembered that moment. He stopped his practice
to look at the camp fire he started and deciding fuel for it was in short
supply called it a night. But as he went into his environmental tent he
could have sworn someone was sighing out in the wilderness.
The next morning Yosho was walking in the forest toward the pickup
point his sensai had chosen. It would take him about two month or so to reach
it. Suddenly a twig snapped, the young prince decided to stop, and tried to
listen to the surrounding area all other thoughts forgotten for the moment.
At first he heard nothing, then without warning a crude stone ax
embedded itself in the tree trunk next Yosho.
Yosho instinctively reached for the tenchi-ken before remembering
his sensai's instructions and assumed an unarmed stance. Suddenly out from
the bushes to his front and back a shrill is heard as a dozen tall avian
humanoids appear. Each is adorned in simple but functional leather clothes
and some held spears and crude axes made of flint and bronze in ready stances.
One of the natives a slightly shorter but more muscular male steps forward
and points a talon in Yosho's direction.
"Ktoah shao aoso jan!" the male yells at the young Prince.
"I'm sorry I don't understand your language." Yosho states rasing
his arms slightly to show he is unarmed.
Before the young prince could say anything further the male yells
'Ktoah' over and over again causing the rest of the avians to charge toward
Yosho.
The prince punched and kick the first two attackers away but had to
duck back as a third swung it's bronze axe in two wide arcs. Yosho then took
out the Tenchi-ken and concentrated for a moment igniting the blue-white
blade.
Swinging the blade in a short arc Yosho tried to cut off the axe at
it's wooden tip. The blade unfortunately passed right through the axe
causing no damage.
"Nani?" was all Yosho could mutter before he had to dodged to the
left. Unfortunately this left him open to the thin avian with the bo. A
swift hit to the back of the head and Yosho was down on his hands and knees.
At this piont the remaining avians punched and kicked mercilessly at his
prone form.
The young prince, barely able to stand, could only watch as the
group gave the axe-wielder a wide breath. "Juota!" the brute cried as he
swong the weapon downward. The weapon however never hit it's mark as the
avian was knocked away by an unseen force.
Then a being in a dark blue cloak appeared next to the fallen Yosho.
"Let me handle them."
The man then proceeded to fight the other avians off but because of
his intense speed Yosho couldn't follow his movements. All he saw was a blur
that occasional stopped to gesture causing some of the humaniods to be
thrown around roughly. Others however were recieveing combos of punches, kicks,
knees, and other attacks each hitting a vunerable spot.
When it was all done only three avians remained standing. The short
muscular leader and the two 'guards' at his side.
"Janto naki to!" the man spoke quickly then the sapling's midsection
behind the avians shattered into powder.
The trio ran off as the tree fell with a resounding thud. Those with
only minor wounds picked up their fallen comrades. Within a few moments the
forest was again calm and serene.
Yosho stood up sluggishly, taking in the sight. The being turned and
took of his hood. "Traveling alone here is dangerous as well as foolhardy.
The natives have been mysteriously losing people recently and are wary of
anyone different from them." a nineteen year old man with slighly long
redish-black hair commented. He took in Yosho's appearance for a few moments,
"SO...What are you doing here?"
"I was sent here for training--" Yosho began. "ah, let me guess."
the man interrupted looking out into space for a moment. "You were sent here
by your insistent sensai from Jurai to improve your hand to hand art because
you relied too heavily on your swordplay? ne."
Yosho stood rooted to the spot in shock "Nani!?!" the young
prince looked flabergasted, "Who are you and how did you know?".
"Elementary my dear Yosho-hime, one your wearing a sword which is
very curiously like one that is owned by the royal family of Jurai," to
which Yosho gawked silently.
"Two your unarmed stance is a joke," this caused Yosho to frown
slightly.
"And finally your sensai already sent five other students like
yourself here for training." the quiet of the forest was again disturbed as
Yosho flawlessly planted his face in the soft earth.
"You seem very...knowledgeable." the young prince commented briskly
as he stood up and dusted himself.
"I have my ways."
"But," Yosho started looking eye to eye to the robed man, "You still
have not answered my first question. Who are you?"
The man turned half way around for a moment then looked at Yosho
solemnly. "Draco of the K'itrah clan." he commented.
Yosho raised an eyebrow for a moment, "A ryujin."
"Correct Yosho-hime," Draco grinned. "Don't be surprised my people
are just as able to travel between the stars as yours."
Draco's expression then turned neutral once more. "But know this
prince this planet is a scientific preserve and therefore under our full
protection, please finish your training and be on your way."
With that Draco's frame shimmered and disappeared. "and do try to
stay out of trouble." a friendly laugh echoed throughout the forest.
Yosho VO: That was how we first meet I continued on my way wary of
his warning I didn't encounter him or the native inhabitants until two weeks
later...
A crackle snap is heard as the glow and warmth of a camp fire
burns in the dark cold night. Yosho sits a few feet away from the fire his
eyes remaining focused on the nexus of the flame his thoughts still on the
stranger Draco he encountered. Finally as his fire died down Yosho shook
his head and decided sleep was more important then mulling over his odd
savior. With that the young prince spread his small sleep sack over his body
and drifted into slumber.
Early morning, a slight breeze carried through the forest cooling
the area and carrying with it the promise of rain later on. The sun slowly
rose over the east until...
*Kaaaaah*
The cry breaks Yosho out of his thoughts as he stands and walks
slowly into the underbrush and comes to a small path in the forest a few
minutes later. A small procession passed in front of the Prince. At the lead
were two strong muscular men carrying between them a medium sized cage which
contained within half a dozen small avians. What grabs the princes attention
however is the last two women of the caravan they carry between their shoulders
a long stick and tied foot and hand to that stick was Draco being bounced
ever so slightly as the women walked along. Erring toward caution Yosho decides
to shadow the caravan from a distance.
After a many hours of walking the trail came to a large grove of trees
the canopy large enough to conceal anything beneath yet light enough to see.
As the caravan members placed their cargoes down a group of guards stationed
around a small tent yell "Okashira!".
Out from the fold of the tent stepped an enourmous woman. Six feet
tall at least, slightly muscular, and in total composure despite being awake
at such an hour. A smile creased her lips as she saw Draco's current
perdicament. "Yare, Yare it seems the traps caught something more interesting
then chickens." the woman stepped forward as the two women stood firm seeming
to ignore the weight of their cargo. "And quite a handsome one at that," the
boss commented giving Draco a nice long appeciative stare.
Draco merely grinned, "You'll find that beauty is in the eye of
the beholder and right now I'm looking at one ugly specimen."
The woman frowned for a moment before her lips curled into a predatory
smile again. "Yet rich and alive which is more then I'll say you'll be in the
next few minutes." With that the woman moved back toward a gigantic object
covered by a camoflague sheet. It easily measured twelve feet high and 2 feet
wide the shape the sheet wrapped around was almost humaniod had two bulges on
it's shoulders not been present.
Draco studied the sheet with foreboding and decided he rather not see
what was under it. "So is there a name to go with that villanous attitude?"
The woman looked at the sheet in a neutral expression before glancing
back toward Draco. "Oh come now do you expect me to be that stupid no--" the
woman turned, walked toward Draco, and taking his chin in her hands she looked
deep into his eye's. "But for you handsome you can all me the Amazon."
with that said the woman quickly planted a kiss on Draco's lips.
The Draconians eye's bulged at the suddenness of the contact but
before he could respond in kind Amazon broke the kiss laughing as she again
faced the sheet once more and pulled it off.
-To Be Continued
Sorry about that But you got to leave cliff hangers once and awhile. For the
rest of this tale please email me at farzad234@yahoo.com. Thank you and
good night.
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