Tenchi Muyo! H Adventures Series by WarpZone Send all feedback to warpzone32@hotmail.com I can use the flames to heat my house. Note: This concluding episode was, sadly, lost in a hard-drive reformat gone horribly wrong. (Stupid E-Z format disk... ghost my old data to a non-DOS-readable sector, willya? -.-) This happened before I could send it in to the TMFFA. I have tried to re-write it from memory. Some parts are better, some parts are worse, but of well. You certianly won't be able to tell the difference. EPISODE 8: NO NEED TO STOP! Things got back to normal pretty quickly after that. The first thing Aieka and Ryoko did after their punishment by Washuu's Hemorphopod Scion was to agree that their brief love affair was DEFINITELY over with. ...Oh, sure, it had been fun for a while, but now that they knew they were back to normal, the thought of touching each other just seemed... well, wierd. Ryoko seemed to redouble her efforts on Tenchi, to the point where it seemed as if she may have been a bit homophobic about the whole experience. Aieka almost felt sorry for her, until the Space Pirate winked at her one morning while stradling Tenchi at the breakfast table. At that moment, Aieka realized that Ryoko was simply milking the aftershock of the incident as an excuse to hit on Tenchi more. Any sympathy she might have felt for the woman evaporated instantly, and soon they were back on the path towards being Best Enemies again. Whether she was right about Ryoko's intentions or not remains to be seen. Ayeka, meanwhile, felt terribly embaressed about the whole experience, not to mention paranoid that someone back on Jurai might find out. Her behavior throughout the affair had been decidedly unprincesslike, but it had actually managed to degrade further and further towards the end. Ayeka thanked all the kamis she knew the names of, Earth and Jurian, that she had resisted the urge to make use of the shiny leather outfits and... other items... that were tucked away in the back of her closet. Those were intended only for use on her future husband, and to use them on another woman... or to allow them to be used on herself... would be an untihinkable breach of tradition. Ayeka was relieved to be able to say that, after all was said and done, there were some depths to which she had not managed to sink within a week's time. Nevertheless, she'd been sorely tempted. Kiyone talked to Mihoshi for the better part of a day, awkwardly trying to convince the blonde that the whole Lesbian Fuckfest thing had been a mistake. The past could not be changed, but it was over with now, and they had to get back to living normally. After a few hours of repeating this to her partner, Kiyone started to believe it herself. But in this case, it seemed that the long, frustrated oration was uneccessay. Much to Kiyone's surprise, Mihoshi completely agreed with her, saying that while she did love Kiyone, it wasn't in that way. That she loved her as a friend... but nothing more than that. Kiyone was a bit taken aback... What was she, anyway? Chopped sushi? She almost started to argue with the ditzy detective, until she realized that, for once, Mihoshi had gotten it absoloutely right. So she let it drop. Thus everything would have been settled between Mihoshi and Kiyone... were it not for the fact that, every morning after that, no matter what position they had gone to bed in the previous evening, the two GP detectives somehow always woke up spooning, typicaly with Kiyone doing the heaviest nuzzling. Sasami HAD thought that it was a bit strange that her puberty should suddenly start so early in her life, only to stop again just as abruptly. So she questioned Washuu at length, with bright, innocent, inquisitive eyes, until the mad scientist finally broke down and told her the truth. "Oh, so that's it." the young Jurian princess said, "Why didn't you just say so in the first place?" And with that she skipped off to make dinner. To her, it had just been another bizarre adventure with a happy ending. She honestly never thought about it again, except to occasionaly draw sweatdrops from all present by asking her big sister who she liked more; Tenchi or Ryoko. What Sasami didn't know... what she couldn't have known... was the extent to which Tsunami had helped her deal with the effects of the H-ray. Every night, Tsunami gave her sweet dreams of Tenchi, and every morning (except for that awkward first day,) she clouded the young princess's mind so she wouldn't remember the dreams when she woke up. It let her work the unnatural lusts out of her system at night, so she could behave normally during the day. In fact, Tsunami's regime turned out to be even more effective that the other girls' almost constant lesbian encounters. She was "back to normal" a full two days before any of the other girls. Nobiyuki, frustrated with his inability to record any of the perverted goings-on in the women's bathroom, finally cornered Washuu and asked her if she happened to have any video footage of the incident. Washuu agreed to share her "research documentation," as she called it, albiet for an astonishingly large ammount of money. Nobiyuki finally forked over the yen, and upon playing the tape was disapointed to discover that it had no sound and that all the best bits had been censored with mosaics. He immediately begged her for an uncut version. Her current asking price was several times what Nobiyuki would be worth by the time he reached retirement. Nevertheless, he remained hopeful that someday, somehow, he would see it. It's ironic that he never happened to ask Sasami if she knew anything about the incident, and that he never asked her about that disk she now kept reverently on her nightstand. It was equally ironic that Sasami never actually attempted to play the disk, until she found it in the back of a scrapbook some 27 years later. Because it turned out that the Washuu hadn't encrypted the disk at all, instead trusting Sasami to be able to decide for herself when she was "old enough." In fact, it had been specially designed by Washu to be playable on just about anything, from a standard-issue GP display unit to an ordinary Earth DVD player. And Washuu's prediction had been quite accurate. Sasami... or rather, Tsunami, found the events recorded on the disk quite hillarious indeed when she finally did play it. She laughed so hard, in fact, that she almost didn't decide to finger herself to five earth-shattering climaxes. But she couldn't help it. Kiyone had a nice butt. After comforting herself with Aieka's vibrator for two days, Ryo-ohki suddenly saw a shooting star streak across the sky. She then disappeared into the woods, and wasn't seen again by any member of the Misaki family for the better part of a week. Interestingly enough, the ammount of time since Ryo-ohki had been affected by the H-ray was exactly the same as the ammount of time since Nagi's spaceship, Ken-ohki, had been reported as "missing, presumed stolen" from the orbit of the asteroid-bound diner where Nagi had parked him when she'd paused for a quick bite and some information-gathering. He was eventually found adrift in the Sol system several weeks later, lazily orbiting one of the outer planets there. Nagi suspected that her old foe Ryoko had had something to do with it, but Ken-ohki insisted that he had indeed been stolen, been kidnapped, by two beings he could only vaguely describe as "scruffy-looking teenagers." No actual suspects were ever named, and no arrests were made. Yoshio knew a lot more about what had gone on in the house than he ever let on, and he thought the whole damned thing was pretty hillarious. Frankly, though, he wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if Washuu had intentionally caused the whole perverted thing to happen in the first place. And as it turned out, she HAD intentionally caused it to happen, although not in quite the way the old man suspected... * * * Washu sighed as she canceled the artificial universe and turned off the Dimmensional Cause and Effect Generator. Her legs were a sticky mess from this last session. "Oh... my... god..." Washu gasped, "I think that was the best week and a half of my LIFE!" And to think, a universe where all that wanton SEX had happened between the girls actually EXISTED! The term "artificial universe" was a misnomer. In a way, all of the universes existed simultaneously. Even the one where Washuu was a goddess. Even the one where she was a petty hacker. Furthermore, the alternate universes weren't exactly "alternate," since they all were true at the same time; they were merely true at different points in hyperspace. The Dimmension Tuner didn't actualy "create" custom universes, instead it targeted one of the infinite alternate universes that already existed in hyperspace, and allowed the user to live out the experiences of his or her counterpart there. It was her most brilliant invention to date. Still, some of the details in that universe had been a bit distorted. Washuu had had to search hard in order to find a reality that messed-up. It seemed to be a kind of amalgamation of two of the main timelines revolving around Tenchi Misaki. For example, there had been a Kiyone, but at the same time, Washu was Ryoko's mom. Not to mention how messed-up the spelling of Ayeka's name was in that universe. "Oh well," Washuu said, saving the details of that particular universe to disk. (If by "disk" you mean "bio-organic crystal mass the size of a small planet whose molecules can be instantly re-arranged to store information.") "That was a fun experiment," the scientist remarked, starting a new Vector Trace on the Dimmension Tuner, "but this time, let's make it a REALLY kinky universe!" * * * An infinity away, three figures reclined in a bath, content that their madness was finished and little realizing that the Greatest Scientific Genius in Some Other Universe had observed it all, saving the good parts to disk. "I'm glad that's over with," Kiyone sighed, relaxing in the hot water. "Me too," Ryoko agreed, pausing to sip some sake. Well, okay, perhaps "pausing to chug some sake" might be more accurate. "That was just too weird..." "Well, at least we're all okay," Mihoshi giggled, helping herself to the small dish Ryoko offered her. "Well, I gotta get going..." Kiyone stepped out of the pool and began towling herself dry. "I've gotta file a report... Mihoshi, don't forget to file yours later!" "I won't," Mishoshi promised. The door slid shut silently as Kiyone crossed the dimmensions. Ryoko smiled evilly. Under the water, she stretched out one long leg and began teasing Mihoshi's thigh with her foot. "Oh *my*," Mihoshi hiccuped, "I think I've had a bit too much to drink, Miss Ryoko..." "Aww, c'mon..." Ryoko whispered, hovering closely over the blonde, "let's do what we did last time..." "I don't know..." Mihoshi blushed. "C'mon... it'll be fun..." Ryoko winked at her and let her body brush ever so gently against Mihoshi's underwater. "Weeeeell..." Mihoshi squirmed slightly, wondering what Kiyone would think if she found out... "I'll let you be on top this time," Ryoko offered. Mihoshi's eyes lit up. "You promise?"