Tenchi Muyo Fan Fiction ❯ Therapy: Tenchi Style ❯ Tenchi ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: Just to make everything clear, I do not own Tenchi Muyo, anything related to Hugh Heffner or the rights to Pokémon.

 

A/N: Well, this is next to the last chapter to this story. I have to finish the last one, edit it, post and then this story will be complete. I did want to send a shout out to Tetsu Deinonychus. Until I got emails from ff.net about this author's review and addition of my story to their favorite stories, I really hadn't had any motivation to post. But that changed of course. I hope you all enjoy!

 

Have you ever done something physically and then swore fervently that the pain afterward might well kill you? Well, that was certainly where I was as I sat, reclined in a tub full of steaming hot water with a cup of hot tea, trying to soothe my aching muscles. Some people make good weekend warriors. Some people make great marathon runners. I am neither, and the first mowing of the year had definitely left an impression on me. Why was it again that I had offered to mow an acre of grass on a hillside with a push mower?

 

As I sat pondering what had possessed me into such insanity, thankful to be almost away from the aching I felt throughout my body, a knock sounded on the door of the bathroom. “Go away!” I yelled, suspecting my little brother was the culprit. That rat always has had a tendency to disturb me when I most needed a chance to be alone to relax. I think it's a little brother thing. From what my friends and family say, all little brothers have the same talent for disturbing their older siblings at the least opportune time.

 

“But Mar,” the young voice from the other side objected. “Mom said to tell you that you have a visitor.”

 

Frowning, I sat down my cup of tea. ”Who is it?”

 

“I dunno,” my brother mumbled from the other side. “He talks really funny though.”

 

“He?”

 

“Yeah. I think he's from another country. But he does talk really weird.” My little brother gave a laugh like he had made the world's funniest joke.

 

“He?” I questioned again softly to myself. I was certainly not expecting company, so I had no idea who might be at my home. Not only that, but after the fun of my still recent break-up, I was not really in the mood for male company. Let's just say that I was of the mind set that “men suck”. I sighed and gave the proper response anyway, “All right. Tell Mom I'll be out in a few minutes. I just have to drag myself up and dry.”

 

“Okay!” was followed by the sound of feet thundering down the hall. What I wouldn't have given for that kind of energy. If I had that kind of energy, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been in nearly as much pain from cutting the grass.

 

With a very tired sigh, I finished my cup of chamomile tea and began dragging myself from my bath, ignoring the protests being raised by every single muscle as I stood and reached for my towel. After drying myself, I quickly shimmied into a tee shirt and a pair of pajama pants before stepping out to face my visitor.

 

“Eek!” was all I could say as I nearly bumped into a young man standing outside my bathroom door. Never having been one to appreciate being startled, I was angry, of course. “What are you doing standing right there?! Were you watching me in the bath?!”

 

“No!” the young man exclaimed in his Japanese accent, quickly raising his arms in a submissive position. “I was just standing here in front of the door waiting for you to finish. Your brother showed me where you were. That's all.” He was turning a very endearing deep shade of red. Something about his poster said that he was accustomed to having women furious at him and was expecting more to come.

 

Once again sighing impatiently, yet realizing that I probably shouldn't scare the poor boy too much since it was apparent at least one woman had already done so, I nodded. “All right then. I assume since my brother showed you were I am that you are the visitor he was babbling something about a few minutes ago, correct?”

 

“Tenchi Masaki,” the young man now known to me as Tenchi gave a short bow.

 

I couldn't seem to help the smile that came to my face at this gesture of civility. “I'm Mar if you haven't all ready guessed.” I don't know what it is, but there is simply something about a gentleman and his manners that can almost always put me in a better mood. I love it when men act like they are at least partially civilized and not completely uncouth barbarians like my ex-boyfriend.

 

“Well, uh, that's good since she's the one I came to see,” Tenchi gave a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck absently.

 

“I guess I'll show you to my office and we can talk about it all there,” I smiled at Tenchi again before turning and leading the way to my bedroom without waiting for a reply. I knew Tenchi would follow. From Japan to the United States is a long way to travel to see someone, even if you fly, only to not follow them to a more suitable location for conversation, especially if it is only down the hall.

 

Opening the door to my room, I stepped aside to allow him to enter first. “Sit anywhere you like. Just make yourself comfortable and at home. I intend for all my patients to be at ease when we discuss whatever it is that is bothering them. Besides, relaxed people seem more prone to opening up to me.”

 

Smiling nervously and nodding his understanding, Tenchi took a seat on my cedar chest under my window.

 

Taking my own seat on my bed after pulling a new notebook for the notes from this and all future sessions, I got comfortable and turned my full attention to the teenaged boy who was watching my every move. “Okay. Is it safe to assume you know this whole thing works?”

 

“I'm pretty sure,” Tenchi nodded.

 

“Okay then. I have a couple of questions before we get started. You said your name was Tenchi; I was wondering if you are the same Tenchi I have heard about from several alien girls, mostly from Ryoko and Ayeka?” I jumped right into our session.

 

Once again Tenchi nodded. “They live with my grandfather and me. Every summer, I go to my grandfather's to help him keep up the Masaki family shrine. I found Ryoko while I was up there and the others more or less found her, and everyone ended up finding her, more or less. All of them crashed and ended up stuck here, so they live with my grandfather in the mountains where they are less likely to cause anyone else grief.”

 

I chuckled at that. I well remembered my sessions with a few of the ladies. “I can honestly see where that was definitely a wise decision.”

 

“My grandfather is very wise,” Tenchi nodded his agreement.

 

“Well, now that I have that cleared up and I know exactly who you are, why don't you tell me about why you're here to see me?” I suggested, trying to get this session rolling.

 

“You see,” Tenchi started, a light blush creeping onto his cheeks once again, “living with six beautiful women can be pretty crazy, especially when they're all aliens - even more so when they're constantly fighting over you.” Tenchi's blush had deepened considerably as he thought of the girls living at his grandfather's home.

 

“Most men would consider that a dream come true,” I pointed out. “In our country we have one man most men really look up to who has that dream, Hugh Heffner. So, in a sense, you're the younger, Japanese version of him.”

 

Tenchi blushed even more. “Not really. See, I always have Ryoko and Ayeka fighting over me. Both of them always seem to want to be alone with me, and Ayeka keeps saying over and over how she intends to marry me.”

 

“Once again, most men would really love to be in your position. Most men have issues finding one woman who wants to marry them.”

 

“Most men want a maid with a pretty face,” Tenchi said bluntly. “But beauty isn't all I'm looking for in a girl.”

 

Jotting that down quickly in my notebook, I cocked my head to the side in curiosity. “If beauty isn't what you're looking for, what is?”

 

“Don't get me wrong,” Tenchi quickly began to correct his earlier statement. “I like beautiful women and being attractive is a good thing, but what I really like in a woman is intelligence.”

 

I couldn't help but stare at that comment. “So, you're saying that you like Ryoko and Ayeka because they're pretty, but you don't want to marry them because they're not smart enough?”

 

“Uh, I guess so,” Tenchi agreed with a thoughtful expression gracing his features.

 

“Okay, I guess I can see that,” I nodded in understanding. “So, if you don't want to be with either Ayeka or Ryoko long term, who would you like to be with? Have you found someone else?”

 

At that, Tenchi turned a deep, dark crimson color. “Well, yeah.”

 

“Come on. I'm your therapist. You're not supposed to keep secrets from me. I can't help you if you do,” I pointed out. Okay, so what if I only wanted to know who? It could turn out to be a very helpful piece of information in my treatment of his entire household.

 

“Well-…” Tenchi started, his blush growing if that was possible. “Her name is Washuu. She's a scientist. She's the one who created Ryoko and Rio-ohki. She's at least several hundred years old, but looks as beautiful as any twenty-year-old.”

 

“Let me get this straight, basically, every member of your household is insane?” I finally asked bluntly.

 

After a thoughtful expression crossed his face for a moment, Tenchi nodded. “Yeah, pretty much.”

 

I nodded my understanding in return. “And is it fair to say that all of you drama queens are probably beyond the help of even Freud?”

 

Looking thoughtful and then nodding once again, Tenchi replied, “Probably so.”

 

“In that case, I give up,” I smiled sweetly. “I declare that all of you are fully nutso and there is nothing more I can do for your group of maniacs. So, good luck, and I bid you ado.”

 

“Fair enough,” Tenchi spoke as he rose from his seat, walked over to me and extended his hand, which I took for a firm handshake. “It was nice meeting you and thank you for you have tried to do to help us.”

 

“I guess it really wasn't that big of a deal,” I responded. “And you know; since I like you and you are fully beyond my help, don't worry about payment. I think you pay every day you have to live in that crazy world.”

 

“Sometimes, I agree with you,” Tenchi answered very seriously. “Sorry we were a bother.”

 

I shook my head. “It wasn't too bad. You guys just live in a soap opera is all. I just really don't see much I can do to help so many drama queens who feed off one another.”

 

“I understand,” Tenchi bowed his head slightly. “I guess I'll be going now.”

 

I couldn't help but smile at the young boy. He was very mature for his age. I guess he had been through enough to make an old man out of anyone. “You have a safe trip home.”

 

“Thank you,” Tenchi replied before leaving my room. I assumed my little brother would do his part to help with my session, as he always did. It's amazing what you can bribe little boys into doing with the promise of a new pack of Pokémon trading cards.

 

As has always been my custom, I wrote a few more notes in my notebook about Tenchi's problems and then filed it away on my bookshelf. I was going to need a box for those notebooks. I did not plan on using them in the future. I mean, a session with one of them was pretty pointless. I could only hope that maybe my advice had helped somewhat, though I seriously doubted it. Oh well, I got paid just the same, except for the last one obviously.

 

And with the happy thoughts of money in my head, I drug myself to the kitchen for ice packs. I am never mowing the yard again!