Tenchi Muyo Fan Fiction ❯ Concubine Chronicles ❯ Evening Wear ( Chapter 2 )

Concubine Chronicles

By: bsmart (a.k.a. Tiek Mo Shet)

Disclaimer:Why the hell am I writing this? Nobody reads them and they have no legal weight. It's a complete waste of time and bandwidth and yet I'm still typing. If you're under the legal age where ever you are don't read this, but since you're going to anyways at least don't let your mommy catch you. This fic is very much NC-17.

Note: This is a sort of manga/OVA fic. If you've only seen the show then you might be a little lost.

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Chapter 2: Evening Wear

Tenchi hesitated outside of Ayeka's door. He didn't really have a plan for what happened after this but he knew that what he was about to do was going to force him to move. He felt bad about not going and comforting Mihoshi but this couldn't wait.

The soft knock at her door startled Ayeka. The act of brushing out her long purple hair normally calmed her and let her think about her problems but today it didn't seem to do any good so in a way the interruption was welcome. She hurriedly arranged her robes to make herself presentable and went to the door to see who it was. Tenchi was the last person she expected to see.

"Lord Tenchi?"

Tenchi's breath caught in his throat, everything else momentarily forgotten as he tried to commit every detail of the young woman standing before him to memory. Ayeka was always very careful to make sure that everything about her appearance was perfect, a byproduct of her royal upbringing Tenchi assumed. Her robes were always perfectly arranged and straightened, and her hair was always well kept without a hair out of place, she always looked the part of a princess, but it was times like these that she was the most beautiful. She'd discarded her outer robes and sashes, she was only wearing the very inner one and the pure white garment was only held closed by her hand. All her makeup was gone, letting her own natural beauty through, Tenchi vowed that the day he could open up to all of them he was going to tell her that she looked better without makeup, and the long hair that she normally kept in two neat pony tails spilled over her shoulders.

Tenchi finally found his voice. "Ayeka, I need to talk to you, I have a favor to ask."

"Lord Tenchi, I'm not presentable, can this wait for a moment?" Ayeka stammered. Tenchi had just stood and stared at her and it had worried her when he didn't say anything, she was sure he was disappointed in her appearance, until she saw the...the look in his eyes, then she was worried about what she might do.

"This can't wait Ayeka, this is important, please," Tenchi said.

Ayeka's heart leapt into her throat. 'He couldn't have,' she thought, 'not now, not because of this...could he?' "Of course Lord Tenchi, please come in," she said graciously. Tenchi walked in and while his back was turned Ayeka tried to do as much about her appearance as possible, brushing her hair back over her shoulders and tying her robe closed.

Tenchi stopped and turned to her. "Ayeka...I need to ask you a favor, and please don't be mad with me."

"Lord Tenchi I would..."

"Don't say that; just....just trust me, please?"

"Of course, what do you need?"

Tenchi paused, up until now he could blow everything off, he hadn't committed just yet, he was still standing on the edge of the cliff, and he could turn back. 'No I can't,' he thought, and with that he stepped off the edge. "Ayeka, I need you to contact the GP headquarters and talk to the chief of operations, I need you to convince him to let Mihoshi stay assigned here."

Ayeka's face remained royally impassive as her mind spun. The request itself while not a large thing was somewhat distasteful but what it could mean, it made her physically ill to even think of it. 'He couldn't have chosen her, he can't! He's not supposed to choose her...she's...no!' "Lord Tenchi...the Galaxy Police are not part of the Juraian Empire...they're not."

Ayeka's statement was correct and Tenchi knew it. His research had been very explicit about that. The GP had been formed more than one hundred and twenty thousand years ago to combat the problem of border jumping criminals; a person would commit a crime in one region of space and then head quickly to another region where the government didn't concern itself with the legal problems of the former region. The GP were formed to help combat this and so that no one could claim that they were working as spies for anyone else or that they were enforcing only one government's laws they were technically independent, while they were supported by the donations of the governments whose space they were allowed to patrol they were beholden to none of them, a fact proven time and time again when the GP had remained determinedly neutral in wars.

The donations were the source of trouble. Traffic tickets didn't quite pay the upkeep bills on a starship, much less the thousands the GP had or the salaries of the millions of people in its employ. Therefore the GP had to rely on the donations of the governments who let them patrol and those donations were usually sparse at best, ultimately more than half of the GP's budget was dependent on a single government, the Juraian Empire. While both entities official records insisted that Jurai got no preferential treatment there was plenty of circumstantial evidence that Jurai at least had the ear of the GP. Tenchi was hoping that they had enough of the GP's ear to avoid Mihoshi being transferred.

"I know Ayeka, I hate to ask this of you but I have to. None of us want to see Mihoshi transferred Ayeka, not me, not Sasami or Ryoko, I don't even think Washu would really want to see her gone, and I don't think you do either."

Ayeka kept her face neutral as she tried to process everything being thrown at her. She doubted that Tenchi knew exactly what he was talking about or just how close he was to the truth. 'If I do this and he's chosen her then my own chances are ruined,' she thought, 'but if I don't, will he ever forgive me?' Ayeka realized that her only choice was to do as he asked and hope and pray that he hadn't chosen or hope that Mihoshi did the right thing. "Of course Lord Tenchi, if it means this much to you I will do this."

Tenchi mentally cringed when Ayeka said "...means this much to YOU...". 'She's taking this the wrong way,' he thought. 'Well, more like only partially the right way.' His time frame was shrinking, if Ayeka was taking his request the wrong way that reduced the amount of time he had to pick the right moment. "Thanks Ayeka, this means a lot to me...to all of us."

Ayeka nodded stiffly. "Of course, would you permit me some time to freshen up, I have a call to make," she said with a false smile that they both saw through.

"Sure thing, thank you," Tenchi said as he left.

When the door shut behind Tenchi Ayeka almost cried, almost. Her training saved her though, while she started to choose what to wear and to fix her hair and make up she boxed up her feelings and put them aside in her mind, regardless of how she felt she had a task to do, a task that needed the face of the First Crown Princess of Jurai and not the puffy eyed visage of some girl reading to much into a simple request. It had to be a simple request to keep a friend around, if it wasn't...that didn't bear thinking about and Ayeka quickly tried to think of something else, her thoughts didn't stray as far as she would have liked. 'She can't be first wife,' Ayeka thought, 'She's...she's a Kizikan! She can't be the first Empress of Jurai!' The fact that her non-birth mother was a human and also First Empress didn't come into the picture for Ayeka. 'It's supposed to be me, Sasami, then her, keep the royals happy, keep Tenchi happy,' Ayeka sighed. 'That's the way it's supposed to be.'

Ayeka felt her feelings beginning to get the best of her again so she sloughed off thoughts of First Wives and Empresses and considered the task at hand. Using her influence as First Princess to try to have her way with the GP was not something Ayeka wanted to do. She knew that her father would be delighted to see her doing this but it wasn't something that she wanted to do. She had a great deal of respect for the Galaxy Police and the work they did, jerking around a group such as them by the purse strings was beneath her, and them, but she would do it, she would do it for Tenchi. 'Yes, do it for Tenchi.'

Ayeka's consciousness came back into sync with her body and Ayeka found herself sitting at her dressing table with her clothes on and her hair and make up done. She wiped off an extra bit of eyeliner with her finger but she thought that she had done a fair job of it for not having paid attention at all. 'Muscle memory is a wonderful thing,' she mused, trying to bring a little levity back to herself. If she had to jerk around the GP she could at least do it with a smile.

"Kamidake."

"Yes princess?" the guardian/dresser/communications device/log answered.

"Please establish a communications link with the Galaxy Police, I wish to speak to their Operations Director," Ayeka said. She would wind up talking to him anyways so she might as well cut out all the middle management types who would only kick her up to the next level anyways.

"Yes Princess."

Ayeka picked up a stool and sat it in front of the picture window that looked out across the lake. 'That should be a nice neutral background,' she thought.

"Connection established, requesting the attention of the Galaxy Police Operations Director," Kamidake reported as Ayeka sat down took care of arranging her robes. "Request granted, connecting."

A few centimeters in front of Kamidake a holoscreen materialized with the image of a slightly haggard looking Kizikan on it. "Princess Ayeka, this is most unusual, to what do I owe this honor?" The Operations Director frowned, "There's nothing wrong with officer Kuramitsu is there?"

"Actually there is a slight problem with Officer Kuramitsu..."

"Oh no..."

"She's being transferred."

With more than twenty five trillion cubic light years under their jurisdiction to patrol and more than nine million officers patrolling it the Operations Director almost never knew the day to day minutiae of transfers and reassignments, unless the officer being transferred was the director's granddaughter overseeing the planet where two Juraian princesses were holidaying in the company of a former A1 most wanted criminal, that he kept a close watch on. "Yes, it's a regular regulation transfer. She's already overdue; she should have been transferred out after six standard galactic months."

"Yes I realize this, however Officer Kuramitsu has been extremely helpful in some rather unsettling situations, and I would feel much more comfortable if she was allowed to stay on a while longer."

'Now the lying begins,' the Operations Director thought. "It's a standard transfer Princess, it's part of the regulations, there's really nothing I can do."

'Must you force me to play this game,' Ayeka thought. "Come now, I'm sure that an exception could be made given her stellar service in this duty to date."

"Yes but this regulation exists for the officer's protection as well as the protection of the world she's on, if she were to go native or if she were to slip up it could hurt the cultural development of Earth." 'Like oh say...having the Royal Family stop by in their largest treeship.'

"Officer Kuramitsu is in no danger of 'going native' I assure you. She has been exceedingly careful not to reveal herself to the people of this world." 'I think the only humans who have ever seen her are Tenchi and his family,' Ayeka thought a little amusedly.

"I'm sorry Princess but regulations are regulations," the Operations Director insisted. "I can't help you out."

'Damn you," Ayeka thought, 'Damn you for making me do this.' "Is that so, I would truly hate to have to mention this to my father, he will be most displeased to see Officer Kuramitsu reassigned." Ayeka had to fight not to smile when she saw the look on the Operations Director's face; it was almost worth having to peddle her father's influence, almost.

"That would be unfortunate. I will see what I can do."

"Thank you," Ayeka said graciously.

"Always a pleasure to speak with a member of the Royal family," the Operations Director said before killing the feed.

As soon as the screen faded Ayeka allowed herself to slump down in her seat. Every single aspect of that conversation had been distasteful and to top it off it had probably destroyed any chance she had with Tenchi. "No," she said aloud to herself, "He wouldn't do that, he can't." She wasn't convinced.

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The Operations Director of the Galaxy Police slouched back in his chair and wished for the days when he'd just been a dispatch clerk, back then he actually believed in the GP's neutrality, and he still had some pride left.

He'd lost, he knew that, he'd played and he'd lost. He'd tried to get the next generation of Juraian noble to back off and let them run their own shop but he'd failed. A few thousand years ago he might have told that little Juraian snot off and reminded her that they were independent and that to them her request carried no more weight than any other citizen of any other area they patrolled. But now he knew that was complete bullshit.

The fact was she wasn't just some citizen, in a few more millennia she would be Empress and in control of half of the GP's budget; pissing her off simply wasn't worth it. His pride and the GP's neutrality had to take a back seat to the need to pay the bills and he'd knuckled under. "Maybe the next generation," he said aloud before calling in his aide.

"Yes sir," the diminutive little Bith said.

"Contact Officer Kiyone, let her know that she's to report here and not to Earth, she'll be getting her promotion early."

"What about Mihoshi's transfer?" she asked.

"She's not being transferred."

"Internal Affairs is going to be pissed sir," she warned.

"Well when they call tell them I'll have Accounting up here so that they can explain to the bean counters why half our budget is going to disappear after I piss of the Royal House of Jurai over a simple transfer."

"Yes sir," the aid replied.

The Operations Director spun around to look out the window behind his desk. The Operations Center spread out before him with its rows of dispatch clerks and enormous maps covering the far wall. For the hundredth time he wished he could just ditch this political bullshit and go back to sending the cavalry out after the bad guys.

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Tenchi found himself once again staring at his ceiling. After talking to Ayeka he'd gone and found Mihoshi and did his best to comfort her. She'd taken his insistence that everything would be just fine as the truth and nearly choked the life out of him with a surprisingly firm hug. Sasami had taken what he'd said to heart as well. By then it was getting late and Mihoshi had decided to go to bed. With Washu and Ryoko no where to be found Tenchi decided that his bed looked good to him as well.

And now he was staring at his ceiling. He was worried about Ayeka, the look on her face when he'd asked her to intercede and get the GP to let Mihoshi stay. 'Have I really been so phobic about showing any preference for any of them that something like that would make Ayeka think I had chosen Mihoshi?' Tenchi sighed. "Just how badly could I have messed this up?"

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Ryoko had never been more than twenty meters away from Tenchi but there had been a roof between them. Ryoko sat on the cool tiles and watched the stars starting to come out. "Damn cops," she muttered.

The GP hadn't been able to touch her for nearly five thousand years and now that she hadn't committed a single crime...well, major crime in more than seven hundred years they were going to go and screw things up.

For the first time in months she cursed her mother's name.

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"It's not my fault!"

"The hell it isn't, what were you thinking!?"

"Well it's not like I planned on Kagato stealing you, you were supposed to be with me!"

"But you messed me up!"

"He messed you up!" Washu yelled. "If he hadn't tampered with you then the inhibitors would have functioned just fine, nothing would have gone wrong."

"Because you're perfect," Ryoko sneered.

Washu looked like she was about to explode, her face was nearly as red as her hair and it was becoming a strain to hold her smaller form. "No, but you ARE!" While Ryoko stared at her Washu tried to compose herself, she was tempted to turn Ryoko into a Kappa so that she couldn't back talk her but she knew that as soon as she did that Ryoko would be so angry she wouldn't hear a word she said. Still, it was tempting. "I spent CENTURIES perfecting you," Washu continued more composed. "It's not like I could just buy a kit and clone you, you know?" It took me nearly eighty years just to figure out how to interface biological and masu tissue. Eighty. Years. I spent the next two centuries designing you, two hundred years of testing and tweaking and simulating, I got less sleep in that time than most people get in a decade. There is nothing wrong with, nothing!"

"Then why..."

"Because that BASTARD MESSED WITH YOU!" It had been nine months since Tenchi had killed that monster and the very mention of his name still set Washu's blood boiling in absolute rage. Ryoko was her greatest creation, an amalgamation of every bit of scientific knowledge she had ever amassed including much she barely understood, she was her life's work and even more so she was her daughter. The thought of that thing having done anything to Ryoko incensed Washu to no end.

It took Washu a moment to realize that her perspective had shifted, instead of looking up at her daughter she now was looking down at her slightly. She'd lost control and morphed into her adult form. She decided that maybe the shift was for the best.

"The only reason he could control you was because he rewrote some of your programming..."

"My what!?"

The fact that Ryoko saw herself as just another normal sentient being tickled Washu to death but at times she wished her daughter would be a little more pragmatic about her true nature. "Your programming."

"So it's not enough that I'm half you and half that brown goop, now I'm a computer!?"

"Calling what's inside you a computer is a gross oversimplification."

"So now every time Tenchi sees me he'll not only think of brown slime but he'll see a walking bit box."

"One he doesn't know and two it's a holo-positronic self evolving neural net, there are no bits, or electricity, or silicon. It's not a 'bit box'." Washu growled. "Now would you focus?"

Ryoko glared but said nothing.

"The 'computer' was necessary to help regulate your body's functioning, if it hadn't been in there your newly formed brain would have had to deal with all the inputs of your full grown body. It was just a simple program to filter what went through your brain/body interface. It was supposed to slowly let you grow accustomed to things, the same way any other normal Haurduran grows up."

Ryoko's glared softened.

"When that...IDIOT messed with you he corrupted the filtering interface to allow him to control you like a puppet. When you were imprisoned it shut down your body but when Tenchi awoke you your body was jump started, but without the filtering program, it was never meant to be permanent."

"So what I'm feeling..."

"Is perfectly normal, for a Haurduran. This isn't exactly a normal environment for our species to grow up in."

"Well that's just..."

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"...great." Ryoko finished her thought from nine months ago. Her views on the subject had changed since then but it was still more aggravation that it was worth at times. After all, 'What would Tenchi think?'

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BBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

The flat braying of her communicator startled Mihoshi and sent her tumbling out of bed getting tangled in her sheets on the way down.

BBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

Mihoshi drug her half awake body to her nightstand and took a few ineffectual swipes at her alarm clock before finally connecting.

BBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

The confused blonde finally looked at her alarm clock and tried to comprehend why it hadn't turned off but also why it read five fifty.

BBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

With her eyes open Mihoshi finally saw the blinking light on her communicator and realized that it was what was making the obnoxious noise. She dove for the little pink communications device but her legs got tangled in her little red heart sheets and she fell to the floor on her back. She didn't bother to right herself and flipped the communicator open.

"Officer Kuramit....are you alright?" the confused comm tech asked when he saw that Mihoshi was lying on the ground.

"Oh I'm fine," she assured him.

The tech just shook his head, the only time he'd ever seen Mihoshi upset was when he'd told her she was being transferred. 'Oh well, this should make up for it.' "Officer Kuramitsu, by order of the Operations Director your transfer to Obra-skai has been canceled you are hereby ordered to remain on as the Sol system's resident officer indefinitely"

The tech smiled as Mihoshi's already big blue eyes got even larger and she started to babble, "Thankyou thankyou thankyou!" and then she cut the connection. The tech scowled at the screen and then just let it go, she never actually waited for him to finish so he uploaded a copy of the orders along with all the rest of the particulars to Mihoshi's ship's AI, let it deal with it.

On Earth Mihoshi had already tossed her communicator onto her bed and was struggling to untangle her feet from her sheets. 'I don't have to go, I don't have to go!' she thought to herself. 'I can stay with Sasami and Tenchi and Washu and Ayeka and Ryoko!' Mihoshi finally extricated herself from her sheets and made for the door, even though it was early Sasami would be awake at least and Mihoshi needed to tell somebody or she thought she'd pop from her excitement.

Mihoshi didn't have many friends, as impossible as it seemed to everyone when they found that out it was true. Her job kept her on the move constantly, even when she was assigned to a sector office she was almost always out on patrol or assignment. The only people she could have made friends with were her fellow GP officers and that had never worked. It hadn't taken Mihoshi long to realize that she could categorize about eighty percent of the Galaxy Police into two equal groups, those that didn't want anything to do with her because she was the Marshall's granddaughter and those that wanted everything to do with her because she was the Marshall's daughter. The rest of the GP either avoided her because of her reputation as bad luck and a klutz and a small but vocal minority just wanted to get in her pants.

Technically all Galaxy Police detectives worked in pairs but after the fiftieth partner of Mihoshi's asked for a transfer or Mihoshi asked for them to be transferred the personnel office simply gave up, interestingly enough Mihoshi seemed to excel when she was left alone.

When Mihoshi had crashed onto Earth she hadn't expected that she'd wind up becoming a resident officer, a post that was technically below, way below, her rank, but after spending only a week on Earth she'd stopped caring. Nobody here cared who her grandfather was and most days she didn't think they even remembered she was a GP detective. Nobody made fun of her for being a little uncoordinated from time to time and the few quite giggles that she sometimes heard were music to her ears compared to the deep belly laughs of countless GP officers when she'd trip in the lunch room or worse, when somebody would intentionally trip her.

When she'd heard that she was being transferred Mihoshi had felt like her heart had been ripped out. After being without any real friends or close sentient contact aside from her family for most of her life her sudden immersion in the Masaki family had stunned Mihoshi, sure Washu tended to react pretty badly when she messed something up in her lab but Washu never called her names or made fun of her, and Tenchi, Tenchi was just so nice and sweet to her that she started blushing anytime she was around him. The thought of not being able to be around any of them was just...unthinkable. The thought of being forced back into her previous life and not even being able to visit Ryoko and Tenchi and Ayeka was one of the most horrid things she'd ever had to consider, but now she didn't, and even if it was just a dream she was going to enjoy it as much as possible.

Sasami was busy working on breakfast when she heard somebody thunder down the stairs, by the time she'd turned around she saw Mihoshi standing in the doorway with a huge smile on her face.

"I'm not getting transferred!" she said.

Sasami squealed and ran over to hug her friend while Ryo-ohki followed and started to nuzzle Mihoshi's foot. "I'm so happy!" Sasami squealed.

"Me too! And they told me that I'm posted here indefinitely"

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The sound of Mihoshi charging through the house woke up everyone. For someone who weighed maybe fifty five kilos after a big meal Mihoshi sounded like a herd of buffalo when she got in a hurry. Tenchi was an early riser and had been a few minutes away from waking up himself and Ayeka didn't sleep very soundly after her sister left the room. Ryoko was inevitably woken up as Mihoshi's path to the stairs led right past her pallet on the second floor landing and even Washu was awakened in her lab as Mihoshi's careened off her lab door in her haste to make it downstairs to tell Sasami the good news.

Despite being the first person woken by Mihoshi's flight Tenchi was the last to make it downstairs. The fact that there were five very beautiful women in the house meant that he rarely went without a shirt lest he embarrass himself and there was no way he was running downstairs in just his boxer shorts.

The happy laughing and talking from downstairs filtered up to him as he headed towards the kitchen when he made it there he made to turn into it but stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway when he saw the girls there.

"Tenchi, Mihoshi doesn't have to go, they stopped her transfer!" Sasami squealed happily.

It took Tenchi a long moment to realize that anything had been said to him and when it finally did his eyes darted to Sasami, the only safe spot in the room. "Really? That's good," he said. Not only had Ayeka made the call but she'd been successful. 'I need to thank her,' he thought, but when he turned to acknowledge her in some way his eyes had to leave Sasami and make the treacherous journey back to Ayeka. They didn't make it.

Halfway to Ayeka what little was left of his intention to thank her was erased from his mind and he did the only thing he could do, he bailed. "I uh....I.....I...gotta thing, gotta do a thing..."

Ryoko waited until they heard Tenchi's door slam before asking, "What the hell was that?"

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Safe in his room Tenchi closed his eyes and recalled everything he'd just seen. All the girls were piled up around Mihoshi, talking to her and each other, congratulating her and just being happy that their strange little family wasn't losing member

Mihoshi, well the only time he'd ever seen her sleep was on the couch and in whatever she'd been wearing when she fell. 'She doesn't sleep in her clothes,' Tenchi thought. Indeed Mihoshi's outfit would have been cute on a little girl but on Mihoshi it had made Tenchi's brain shut down. The little pink panties she'd been wearing barely covered anything and had a line of ruffles right around the top and a little heart shaped cut out in front. The matching shift she had been wearing wasn't sheer enough to easily see through but it hadn't hidden a thing, staying tight around her bust and flaring out just above her hips, which it didn't begin to cover.

Ryoko was as always gloriously naked. Not a stitch of clothing had been on her body and she'd been pressed right up against Mihoshi. Tenchi had almost gotten used to Ryoko's aversion to clothing, used to meaning his nose didn't instantly erupt into a fountain of blood at the sight, the blood now heading elsewhere, but seeing her pressed right up against Mihoshi like that, one big full breast on either side of the detective's arm was a new one for him.

Washu had been in her adult form but apparently she'd gone to sleep looking like a fourteen year old. The t-shirt she'd been wearing was now so tight across her chest that the material had started to thin out and whatever had been written across it was hopeless distorted. Like Mihoshi her panties didn't hide much but unlike Mihoshi's where it was a design decision Washu's little white cotton panties didn't cover anything because the were way to small.

Ayeka was the most conservatively dressed of the bunch next to her sister, who was in her day clothes already, but given how much she normally covered up she was just as exposed as any of them in Tenchi's opinion. She was wearing the white banded swimsuit like undergarment that he figured was the Juraian women's equivalent of underwear but she'd covered it up with a diaphanous blue kimono that only came down to mid thigh. To top it off she didn't have on any make up and her hair hung freely down her back.

The collective appearance of all the girls had simply fired Tenchi's brain. If he'd been confronted by any one of them in that state coherent thought would have been far beyond him, the collective effect of all of them had cut his brain out of the decision making loop entirely and put little Tenchi completely in control. It had taken every bit of his willpower to excuse himself and bolt upstairs before he did something he'd regret later.

'Where the hell is that box of tissues,' he thought. There was something he had to take care of before he'd be presentable.

Author's Notes (a.k.a. My feeble attempt to explain away how much this sucked.) V1 Beta

Acknowledgements:

Lighthawk - My long suffering proofreader

Warpwizard - Who doesn't write as much of his own pr0n as he should because he constantly let me talk his ear off.

Froop - My part time stalker who provided the name for this entire story.

Notes:

1) 25 Trillion sounds like a lot but it's actually only 6 to 10% of the galaxy's actual volume depending on which measurements you use for its size, and even with 9 million officers patrolling it each officer would be responsible for more than 100,000 stars and probably a few hundred inhabited planets. If anything it should probably be closer to 90 million officers but the role I painted for the GP wouldn't require that many officers, they don't have to patrol all of space, the local police take care of that, the GP just worries about the big border crossing crooks.

2) I think it's been established that Ayeka and Ryoko's "memories" of their first meeting are at best distorted, perhaps even completely made up. Regardless I went off an 'official' pic that I have that has Ryoko standing up out of a Petri dish. It looks like she's half the Ryoko we know and love and half Masu as quite a few strands still connect her body to the dish. Anyways, in that pic Ryoko was 'born' full grown and that's how it goes down in the story.

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