Tenchi Muyo: Honor and Glory

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Tenchi Muyo or any
of its paraphernalia.  I do own any characters that I have
made up.  The sole exception is Delthar, who is D3.  I think
you get the idea, so don’t sue me.  I have no money and it’s
a waste of time to do so.

Part 5: Wedding Night

Weddings are events that you should remember.  They seal
your fate for the rest of your life with one other, usually.
We Juraians are a different matter of course.  Then you
share it with more than one.  They are memorable and you
don’t forget them.  I haven’t forgotten mine.  After all
those centuries, I still haven’t forgotten it.  I just don’t
know if it was truly worth it.  What?  My wives are standing
right behind me?  Oh shit.
Azusa: Emperor of Jurai

	Tenchi was nervous.  It has been a hellish night for
him, as he dreamt of several catastrophes happening today. 
One was that Ryoko and Ayeka would break under the civility
they put out toward each other and kill each other, along
with the wedding guests.  In another, Ayeka and Ryoko were
in S&M outfits, with him tied to the bed.  They were busy
whipping him, but unable to stop.  He shuddered at that one,
because he could almost feel the cuts that the whips left in
the dream.
It is to be expected, though.  It is, after all, his
wedding day.  The only thing he was scared about was
screwing up the ceremony.  What happened after, was going to
be easy.  He was still uncomfortable with the fact that he
had to make love to both Ayeka and Ryoko for four days
straight.  He was not sure he could handle that.
That added on with Lady Misaki’s explanation of the
wedding itself.  Which was done with that expert clinical
detachment that made Tenchi very uncomfortable and wishing
that he could get to that when he learned of it.  Life can
be a real bitch at times, but he persevered.
It was an hour before dawn, meaning that he had two
hours before the ceremony.  He decided to head for the
baths, knowing that it would probably be the last time he
could bathe alone.  As he got there, he saw Teran getting
ready to leave.  He was carrying a small package under his
arm.  When Teran took notice of Tenchi, he smiled.
“So, you finally decided to leave your room?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Tenchi replied. “I thought that I should bathe
now.  I only have two hours until my life is shared with two
other women.”
“Yeah.  Two hours before your death certificate will
have to be written.” came the joking reply.
“Don’t remind me.” He shuddered. “If I survive this, I
don’t think anything will be able to kill me.” He began to
chuckle to himself.
“Probably, but you are still probably scared about the
whole thing.”
“Yes.  I am a little scared, but that’s normal from
what I hear.”
“If you need help, ask your father.  He is likely to
understand how you feel.”
Tenchi knew that his friend was right.  His father and
daughter arrived three days ago with Kiyone and Mihoshi. 
Yosho came as well, but he wisely came under the name of
Katsuhito.  Tenchi knew that his grandfather had no
intention on returning to Jurai, but the wedding of his
grandson was too big an event for him to miss.
“I’m surprised your grandfather came as well.” Teran
said.
“I guess that he didn’t want to miss my wedding.”
Tenchi replied. “By the way Teran, what’s with the package?”
“Oh this?” Teran asked, holding up the package. “It’s a
gift for Sasami.”
“A gift?  What for?”
“It is no secret that I love her.”
“No shit.  Everyone in that wing of the palace knows
how you two feel for each other.”
“I’m glad you noticed that.” He snapped. “I am planning
to propose to her.  This,” he said, holding up the package,
“is the ring I plan to give her.”
“I see.   Well, if you want to propose to her before to
the wedding, I suggest that you go now.”
“Good idea.” Teran finished getting ready and left.
Tenchi watched his friend leave and chuckled.  He
silently thanked Teran for the discussion.  It lightened his
mood considerably.  So, it was with a light heart that
Tenchi entered the baths.
Only to be suddenly swamped by a roar of
congratulations coming from the several men present.  His
father, grandfather, Azusa, and several others were shouting
and slapping him on the back.  He was flattered, but all he
wanted was a bath.  He didn’t want to be congratulated by
the entire planet in the process.  He almost ran out to find
Washu and get her to take him off planet.
“All please part so the groom can have his bath.” Azusa
shouted.  He was trying very hard not to laugh.  Everyone
parted, laughing all the while.  Tenchi walked into one of
the private baths, a little upset that he would be the butt
of a joke on the day of his wedding.  He entered the warm
water, relaxing as several days of nervous tension left him. 
He was looking back on the past few months.  From the time
Teran came in like a hurricane, to the battle three weeks
later.  His mind wandered over the events surrounding his
proposal to Ayeka and Ryoko.  They accepted readily enough,
but he was not sure if they were not going to try and kill
each other.
He left the baths and headed back to his room.  He was
hoping that breakfast was ready, and that the ceremony did
not turn out to be a disaster.

Teran was lost in thought on how to propose to Sasami. 
He loved her, but he was not sure if this was the right
course.  He had already talked this over with Azusa, who
readily agreed.  The part that shocked him was that Azusa
wanted to arrange the marriage.  It took about ten minutes
to convince him that a marriage proposal should be accepted
by the one being proposed to.  “It should be Sasami’s
choice, Azusa, whether or not she wants to marry me, or wait
a while longer.” He told the man.
“It’s not how things are done here, but you have a
point.” Azusa replied.  Teran wondered if the man was more
afraid of his daughter, or him.  He put the bet on Sasami. 
Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn.
He came to Sasami’s room.  Knocking on the door, he
waited for a reply.
“Who is it?” asked Sasami’s voice.
“It’s me, Teran.” He replied.
“Come in Teran.”
He entered the room, doing a double take when he saw
what Sasami was wearing.  She was wearing a green gown, with
a white sash running down from her left shoulder.  The
ladies surrounding her were adding the finishing touches to
it, which would have devastating effect on any man who saw
it.  Teran included.
“Y…You’re beautiful!” Teran exclaimed.
“You think so?” she asked, girlishly.
“It’s not what I thought you would wear.  That would go
great in any wedding on Earth, but it’s a little aggressive
don’t you think?”
“That’s why I chose this style.” The grin she had was a
little naughty. “I like Earth styles.  They aren’t as
conservative as the styles of this world.  Not to mention,
it will have a devastating effect on the male population at
the wedding.”
“I’ll say.  It’s doing that to me.”
She laughed a rich musical laugh.  “So, what brings you
here?”
“Well, I have to talk to you.” He looked at the ladies
finishing up the gown. “Alone if possible.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be done in a minute.  Why don’t you
go wait in the living room?  I’ll be there shortly.”
“All right.” With that, he left for the living room.
A minute later Sasami followed him.  As she entered the
room, she saw Teran looking out one of the massive windows
there.  He was holding a small package that she didn’t
notice before.  There was an expression of confusion on his
face.  She noticed that he was talking to himself.
“I don’t know if what I’m doing is right.  I love her,
but am I the right one?  Tsunami said I will be her
protector, but what does that mean?” He opened the package,
taking out a simple, unadorned ring. “This ring.  What does
it truly signify?  That I love her?  She already knows that. 
No, that’s not it.  It signifies the commitment I am willing
to make for her.  I want to marry her, but is she ready for
it?  Am I ready for it?  Sasami, you can come in now.”
Sheepishly she entered.  How did he know I was
watching? She thought. Considering who this is, I’m not
surprised.  We haven’t been able to hide things from each
other very well.  So he would notice me.
“How much did you hear?” he asked.
“You were questioning if what you were doing was
right.”
“I see.” He looked at her. “Well, would you?”
“Would I what?”
“Would you marry me?”
She was taken aback by his question. Idiot!  I should
have known that this was what he was talking about.  She
knew the answer, though. “Yes, I will marry you.”  She then
began to get gushy on him, as she kissed him, hugged him,
and temporarily became an attachment to his neck.
He smiled and took it in stride. “Thank you.” He said. 
He took out the ring and placed it on her ring finger. “This
is only an engagement ring, so it is not very ornate.  The
wedding ring will be a lot better looking.”
She was smiling like a cat that ate the canary.  A
stray thought brought her mood down a peg. “I’m sorry I
don’t have a ring to give you, Teran.”
“That’s okay, the remaining men at the party will be
crushed.” He began to grin, viciously.
“Too bad for them.  Besides, they're arrogant.  Being
taken down a peg or two won’t hurt them, much.” She said as
she returned his grin.
“You are an evil one aren’t you.” He said, “What
happened to the Sasami that I first met?”
“Nothing, the bond changed me, that’s all.  Besides,
you changed as well.  I seem to remember a Teran who was
darker and less mischievous.”
“I guess I got that from my bond with you.  It made us
more like each other.  My sense of humor isn’t as perverse,
and yours is worse than it used to be.”
“Oh really.” She said sarcastically.
“You know, I’ve just thought about something.”
“What?”
“How do you want our wedding to be?  Earth style, or
Juraian style?”
“Juraian,” she grinned. “because they’re more fun.”
Teran could only nod.  He talked with Funaho about it
when Tenchi proposed to Ayeka and Ryoko.  What she told him
was shocking.  Juraians throw away all their conservative
ways in a free for all party.  He had the feeling that there
was a lot of leather and whips involved in the party. 
Fortunately, this all happened after the ceremony is over
with and the drinking starts.  For some reason that made him
very nervous.
“Teran, what’s wrong?” she asked, worry on her face.
“What?  Oh, nothing.  It’s just that I remembered what
Lady Funaho told me about weddings on this world.”
“Oh.”
“So, when should we tell everyone?”
“During the party.  This way anyone who opposes it can
be dealt with.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll break the head of anyone who would
dare oppose to a marriage between you and I.”
“What if my parents oppose it?”
“I’ll let you deal with that.” He grinned. “Besides,
your father agreed with me.  If he wants to change his mind,
well, then I will help you.”
“Please do.” The grin she gave would have frozen her
father’s blood if he had seen it.

D3 watched the preparations that were underway for the
wedding with barely concealed amusement.  He was about to
ruin a royal wedding with several hundred soldiers.  All
this trouble, for only a few individuals.  I’ll admit, it’s
a little overdone. He thought. But I am not going to take
chances.  You have proven that you are not someone to be
taken lightly Teran.  I can’t wait for the time when we
confront each other. I haven’t forgotten you either, Tenchi. 
After I deal with this one problem, I’ll deal with you.  He
began to laugh a laugh of pure madness.

In another part of the palace, Teran felt the hairs on
the back of his neck rise.  He immediately knew why. 
Delthar was nearby.  He wasn’t sure how he knew it, but he
did.  His expression went from happy, to grim in short
order.
He took his wedding garb, and with the use of his
knife, made a few modifications to it.  When he was done, he
had concealed his sword in the garment, but it was easily
reached.  When he was satisfied, he went to get Sasami.
As he went through the halls, he felt something.  It
wasn’t much, but he knew that what seemed small, could be
fatal.  It was this awareness that saved him.  Before anyone
could blink, a knife was headed straight for his back.  He
quickly turned and drew his sword in one motion.  He angled
it so that the sword blocked the knife as it came out.  The
knife bounced off the blade and flew into the nearest wall. 
The functionary standing near that location nearly had a
heart attack as the knife imbedded itself right next to his
face.  Teran quickly scanned the area, looking for the
assailant.  He didn’t see anyone, but he did notice that the
knife was Kirallian in make.  He picked up the knife and
walked towards Sasami’s room.  He started to get an
uncomfortable feeling between his shoulder blades.  If it
wasn’t for his uneasiness and speed, he would have been
dead.

Althair walked the halls as a silent shadow.  He saw
his son block the knife with a sword, and he threw the
knife.  He became even more proud of his son as he mentally
chalked up the sum of the boy’s skill.  What he learned,
impressed him.
His son was far better than he was.  His speed would
make a starship traveling in hyperspace seem slow.  His
strength, although untested, was rather average, but his
speed made up for that setback.  His power is better left
unmentioned.  Althair saw what happened in the throne room a
couple months back.  Yes, his son would be able to fight
Delthar.  And he would be able to get his long overdue rest.
He walked on, as a being stepped out of the wall.  He
was about six feet tall, with green hair, so streaked with
white that none could tell that it wasn’t his true hair
color.  He had an arrogant smirk on his face as he watched
Althair’s shadow turn around a corner, and vanish.  He
adjusted his spectacles, more out of habit than any real
need, and looked toward Washu’s room.  Well professor, you
have indeed been busy. He thought. You have found your son
and regained your true powers.  Looks like those five
thousand years of imprisonment helped.  I think I will pay
you a visit.  He laughed as he disappeared.  Any, who heard
it, were frozen in terror.  The laugh was not evil, but it
was unnerving nonetheless.
The echoes of it were not quite gone, as Ryoko passed
the point that he was standing at.  She stopped and looked
around, trying to catch the location of the rapidly fading
sound.  Her body shuddered in fear as she finally recognized
the sound.  The sound was very much like Kagato’s laughter.

Washu was preoccupied with getting ready for the
wedding, when she heard a knock on her door.  “It’s open.”
She said, not even bothering to ask whom it was.  She heard
the door open and someone enter.  She walked out to meet her
visitor, when she stopped in her tracks.  There was Kagato,
sitting on a chair with a sardonic smile on his face.
“It has been awhile, hasn’t it professor?” he said as
he stood up and bowed.  His voice was the type used when
talking shop with someone.
“Kagato.” She said, surprise very evident in her voice.
“Y-you’re dead.  Y-you were killed b-by Tenchi.”
“Professor, professor, professor.” His tome was mildly
reproving, but there was a hint of amusement also. “Tenchi
killed my energy form.  I had contingencies planned in case
that happened.  Still, it was uncomfortable” he shuddered as
he said those last words.
“I’m sorry for your discomfort.” She replied sarcasm
clearly evident.
He smiled in reply.  “I seriously doubt that, but I
didn’t come here to talk about the past.”
“Then, why did you come here?” she was wary.  Kagato
trapped her once before, because she put too much trust in
him.  She was not about to make that mistake a second time.
“I’m not going to take you prisoner again professor.  I
am not insane enough to try that a second time.  Not with
you more powerful this time.  Now, if you’ll sit down and
listen, I will tell you.  And don’t worry.  My ambitions are
different, but they involve you, your son, Ryoko, and the
rest…
Hold it!” She shouted as she stood up. “What does my
son have to do with all this?”
He smiled, as if he was expecting this reaction. “If
you’ll listen professor, then I will be able to explain.”
“All right, I’ll listen, but please, make it brief.  I
have a wedding to attend to.” She was still wary of him, but
it lost the edge it had.
He smiled again. “That is precisely why I came here.”
“Go on.”
As Kagato began to talk, Washu listened.  She was still
reeling from the fact that her former student was here, but
she was still able to listen.  What she learned, frightened
her.

Teran reached Sasami’s room and knocked on the door.
“Come in Teran.” Came Sasami’s voice.
How the hell did she know who it was? He thought as he
entered.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She said, worry on
her face.
“Yeah, well I have just had this thrown at me.” He
replied, putting the knife on the table. “I don’t know who
threw it, but I have my suspicions.”
“Who?” she asked, worry clearly evident.
“The thrower was Kirallian.  The way it was thrown,
points to the techniques my family uses in combat.  There
are only two people who could have thrown this type of knife
though.”
“Who?”
“Either Delthar, or my father.”
“Teran, I seem to recall that your father is dead.”
“I’m aware of that, but I don’t think so.”
“How?”
She doesn’t know, does she? He thought.  “I have felt
something strange recently.  It is strange, yet familiar
somehow.  It reminds me of what fleeting memories I have of
my father.  I then remembered three things that make
Kirallians unique.”
“What are those?” Sasami was interested in what he was
telling her. 
“First, Kirallians are known to be able to stall their
own deaths for a long time.  Second, even in death, they are
known to stay in this realm as their spirits take time to
truly leave.  Third, they are able to do that, because they
are nearly immortal.” He took a deep breath. “My father had
an advantage since he is half Kirallian and half Juraian. 
Therefore, he had the strengths of two very powerful races. 
I don’t think he’s truly dead, yet.” His voice was grim, but
firm.
“So, he may have thrown the knife?  Why?”
“To test me, I think.”
“Why though?”
His face took on a sober expression and when he spoke,
his voice was grim. “Delthar is here.”
“What?  How can that be?”
“I’m not sure, but I believe that he’s working for some
higher power, and that he’s completely mad.”
“Why do you say that?”
“His sanity is relative to his power.  Since he has
gotten more powerful, without anyone mortal to equal him,
his mind has become more and more dislocated.” He took
another deep breath. “That’s why Kirallians train anyone
with even the slightest ancestry from their world.  To
prevent them from doing too much damage once their powers
manifest itself.”
“You mean, in time, you may go mad?” her worry returned
tenfold.
“No.  I’ve talked this over with my mother, and she has
made sure that I won’t lose it.”
“I’d like to know how.”
Teran couldn’t suppress a shudder. “Simple, she flooded
my mind with the necessary knowledge.
That is not an experience I’d like to repeat.”
“I don’t think I’d want to go through it.” Sasami
agreed. “Now, what are you going to do?”
“I’ll wait for him.  My guess is that he’ll show up at
the wedding, so I have taken the liberty of concealing my
sword here.” He showed her where he made the modifications
to his coat. “This is based on the assumption that he
doesn’t know my true powers yet.  If he does, well, it will
get ugly.”
“I see.” She looked at the clock, “Oh shit!  We’re
late!”
“What?” he looked at the clock, “I’ll handle it.”
“How?”
“I’ll teleport.  My mother taught me that, since I
should have been able to do that.”  He concentrated for a
moment, and they vanished.  When they reappeared, they were
outside the wedding hall.  The guard nearly lost it when
they appeared and made the introductions.  They were
admitted immediately.
“So, when are the brides going to show up?” Teran asked
Sasami, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“You are insatiable, you know that?” she replied
fondly. “They arrive after Tenchi does.”
“Ah, I see.  Look, there he is.” He said, pointing at
where Tenchi now stood.
“He doesn’t look too bad, does he?” she commented,
obviously impressed by his garb.
Tenchi was wearing a dark brocade shirt, with a blue
trim at the collar; a silvery colored belt; black pants, and
dark boots.  He had a sword belted at his waist.  More for
ceremony, than for anything else.  His expression was
nervous, but firm.  Like that of someone who has considered
flight, but couldn’t flee.  He was about as ready as he will
ever be.
“You say that I’m insatiable?  You are all but drooling
at him.”
“So?  Wait ‘till Ayeka and Ryoko come in.  You will be
the one drooling, along with the rest of the men here.”
“I sure hope so.” Teran said, enthusiastically. “Still,
they don’t compare to you my dear.  You are my fiancee,
after all.”
“Yes, I am your fiancee.  Don’t forget that.” Her voice
had a razor’s edge to it.
“Don’t worry dear.” He replied, smiling.
“Oh look, here come Ayeka and Ryoko.” She said,
pointing at the two women who entered.
“Holy shit, they are beautiful.” He was very impressed
at their garb.
Ayeka was wearing a blue gown that went very well with
her violet hair.  It was a combination of the standard
Juraian kimono and an Earth wedding dress.  It hung off her
shoulders, exposing a small amount of her pert breasts.  Her
hips were accented fairly well, with the gown flaring out
slightly there.  She looked every bit like a goddess.
Ryoko wore an Earthly wedding dress that accented her
figure perfectly.  From her fairly large breasts, down to
her hips, it clung to her.  Whenever it seemed like more
would be revealed, it seemed as if the silken clothing moved
of its own accord.
Teran finally got his tongue off the floor, but his
eyes were nearly out of their sockets.  He noticed that the
rest of the present males were in similar states of shock. 
Tenchi was trying very hard not to blush, or let any
emotions show.  Somehow, he managed.
“Told you.” Sasami smugly commented.
“Yes, you surely did.” He replied.
“Well Teran, it’s time for us to make our entrance.”
“And wait in the reception line for an hour as we’re
introduced to everyone present.”
They walked toward the entrance, making small talk as
if they weren’t present beforehand.  The guards admitted
them, while the announcer shouted their names to those
present.
“Lord Teran of House Ki’Tarel on Kiral and his escort
Princess Sasami!”
“Maybe I should have told him that you accepted my
marriage proposal.” commented Teran, “But then again, maybe
not.”
“Yes, maybe not.” Sasami agreed, “Besides, I want as
many present as possible, before that becomes known.”
“Another reason to be armed.  Driving off the
opposition.” He chuckled. “Hopefully, they won’t be that
foolish.”
“I doubt it.  We Juraians are stubborn to the point of
obsession.” She looked at him. “And don’t you forget it.”
“Yes oh mighty mistress!”
She sighed and walked toward the reception line.  The
nerve of that sonofabitch! She thought indignantly. To think
that I agreed to marry… huh? She was brought out of her
thought when she spied several moving shadows in the
background. Looks like Teran was right.  There’s trouble
brewing.  She looked in Teran’s direction and saw that he
too, saw the shadows.  She was about to go and talk to him
when she heard a loud crash behind her.  She turned to see
ten armed men and women, in flowing black garb, stalk toward
her position.
“So, Tokimi, you have sent your soldiers after us.” She
said to herself, right before she let her power loose.  In a
bright flash of light, ten Lighthawk wings surrounded
Sasami.  They coalesced to form a form fitting body armor. 
Her upper torso was protected by a shining breastplate,
which had a cloak draped over the back.  Her legs were
covered by blue, metallic greaves.  Her head was surrounded
by a silver circlet, which didn’t quite cover the true power
runes on her forehead.  She was carrying a scimitar in one
hand, and a katana in the other.  Now, Sasami is usually
calm, bubbly, and all around happy go lucky.  At that moment
she was cool, collected, and on the verge of being really
pissed off.
“Now, I would have thought that you types would have
had the decency not to attack during a wedding.” She said.
“But, it seems I was wrong.”
The ten soldiers looked at each other in puzzlement. 
This was one of the people that they were supposed to
capture, but the way she looked made them hesitate.  That
proved to be a fatal mistake.
She attacked with the cool, emotionless look that one
gets when experienced in battle.  The soldiers were like
grain before the scythe, as she fought, and killed each one.
“Good work, princess.” Came a voice from behind. “I see
that you have become what the prophecy said you would
become.”
Sasami started at the familiar voice.  She turned to
look Kagato in the eye.  “And I see that you are still
alive, Kagato.”
He bowed mockingly in reply.  “It’s so nice to be
remembered by you princess Sasami.”
“Why are you here?  Last time I saw you, you were
disintegrating and congratulating Tsunami.  And that was
right after Tenchi cut you in half.”
“I’d like to explain princess, but we have more
pressing matters.” And without further ado, he materialized
his sword. “These soldiers are wreaking havoc at this
wedding.  When I last saw Ayeka and Ryoko, they were in
their lighthawk armor, and tearing into the soldiers that
were foolish enough to get into their line of sight.” He
chuckled. “Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn.”
“If you are going to help, then by all means do so.”
She thought for a second. “Where’s Teran?”
“He is busy fighting the leader.  Washu and Yosho are
with him, covering his back.”
“I see.” She then turned and went to find him.
Kagato could not help but chuckle.  Here he was,
fighting alongside his enemies.  If the situation weren’t so
serious, the irony would have incapacitated him with mirth. 
He looked around for someone to fight.  He did not look far,
when he spied a familiar form finish off a guard.  “Well
now, it has been awhile, Althair.” He said to the shadow.
It turned and looked him in the eye.  There was a
flicker of recognition there, as if they have known each
other in a past life.  Indeed, they did.  They were, after
all, related.  “Kagato.” It said, it’s voice hardly more
than a whisper.  It materialized a sword blacker than night
and flowed towards him.
Kagato looked at where the eyes would be, and said.
“Come then Damned One.  Come and fight the Lost One.” He
then walked in its direction, preparing for battle.
                                                                                                                                                                                                       
Author’s Note: I have concluded this part.  Now this is
interesting.  Kagato is still alive and well, and he’s
fighting alongside Tenchi and Co.  Well his motives will be
learned later on.  Stay tuned for the next part, as I
conclude this battle, and new secrets are revealed.
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