Ayoko Chapter 4: Ayoko's Tears By Kevin Sigmund (bshrimp@together.net) Disclaimer: HELP! I am being forced to write this Tenchi fan-fic against my will! Evil thought goblins are making me infringe on the rights of AIC and Pioneer LDC. *Ahem*. What I meant to say was that this fic is written for sheer pleasure, and I'm not making *ANY* money on this, so please don't sue me or anything. (Yes folks, he did write a new disclaimer!) *********** Slowly at first, but then with slightly more confidence, Tenchi was the first of three to leave the confines of Washu's private lab. In the preceding hours much had happened, Tenchi's private diary which contained much of his true feelings of the girls had been discovered, Ayeka and Ryoko has somehow merged into one person, and worst of all, Tenchi was way behind in his chores, something that his Grandfather certainly would not forgive. "Well at least things can't get any worse.", sighed Tenchi. "Speak for yoursel...", began Ayoko, but she soon interrupted herself with, "We certainly must agree." Tenchi sighed after seeing this odd display. He still found it hard to get used to the idea that both Ayeka's and Ryoko's minds were in this one very beautiful girl that gave physical representation to his innermost desires. , Tenchi mentally shouted as he caught himself thinking very disturbing thoughts about a woman who shouldn't even exist. , and with that thought Tenchi sighed again. Ayoko was quick to notice Tenchi's depression, but didn't know what they could say to him. , began the Ayeka part of Ayoko, but the voice was quickly silenced by the harsh mental tone of Ryoko, . However, the Ayeka side of Ayoko wasn't keen on the idea of sharing the rest of her existence, as well as her body, with Ryoko, and mentally stated as much, , admitted the Ryoko part of Ayoko's personality solemnly. "Don't worry Tenchi, I'm sure Washu will fix everything.", piped in Sasami, much to the chagrin of Ayoko. "Uhm, has anyone seen Mihoshi?" And with that observation, a minor explosion rocked the small area surrounding the entrance to Washu's lab. Then almost immediately afterwards, the small diminutive form of Washu ushered out the aforementioned bubble head out into the hallway with her companions. "Now STAY OUT!", screamed Washu, and then looking to the others, "This might take me a bit longer than I thought. Sasami, maybe you better make dinner after all." And with that Washu, popped back into the confines of her private domain. "But I was only trying to help!", bawled the dim-witted blond. "It's okay Mihoshi, I'm sure Washu will get over it.", consoled Tenchi, putting his hand on the girl's shoulder. "Really?", Mihoshi sniffled. "Wow thanks Tenchi!", and with that exclamation Mihoshi gave Tenchi a quick hug. Giggling nervously, Tenchi thanked Mihoshi, "It was nothing." , mentally screamed Ayoko. "Tenchi, we're not feeling very well, we'd like to go take a rest, will that be okay?" "Hmm?", began Tenchi, "Oh yes, you've been through a lot, why don't you two take a nap." Then with a curt nod, Ayoko used Ryoko's powers to phase through the ceiling, presumably heading towards the guest room where girls normally slept. However, that wasn't Ayoko's goal at all, and once she was convinced that the others had returned to the chores of daily life, the conglomerate woman continued to pass through the walls until she had reached Tenchi's room. Then there on the bed she saw the object of her desires, Tenchi's original diary, the only thing that had ever hinted of Tenchi's true feelings about the girls. If anything could tell Ayoko how Tenchi truly felt about Mihoshi, it would be this otherwise unimpressive red tome. , thought the Ayeka part of Ayoko, , and then with a dry mental chuckle, the Ryoko side of Ayoko continued, Of course, while this mental tone was loaded with confidence, Ayoko's actions revealed anything but, as she treated the manual as if it were poison, as she tentatively picked it up. Then slowly, ever so slowly, she began to skim the pages for mention of Mihoshi, and possibly what Tenchi's feelings of her were. Then after much searching, she finally found the passage that corresponded to her criteria... "What can I say about Mihoshi? Well, I'll tell you right off that she's very beautiful, and she has an outlook on life that is both sweet and innocent. She's also bit of a handful, but I guess that's an endearing quality about her. She also brings a refreshing breath of fresh air to the household, as she at least doesn't try to paw me the way Ryoko does, or act as possessive of me as Ayeka does. Still, I'm pretty sure she has some feelings towards me, and while..." But Ayoko couldn't read any further, and tears streaming she let out a mournful guttural cry as she turned to flee from the room, but instead turned to see the compassionate and kind face of Tenchi Misaki. "Ten-chi..", she began, but once again overcome with grief she fled from the room by phasing through the ceiling. The young man sighed as his gaze wandered to the hateful object which had caused him so much trouble as of late. , Tenchi thought as he considered not what he should do, and how he was going to explain to Ayeka and Ryoko what his true feelings were, and why he had refrained from telling the two of them for so long. ******* Hello if you're reading this you must have read my Ayoko story. While this is all well and good, I strongly suggest that you go an read my 'Galaxy Police Kiyone's Space Adventure [Kiyone Special]' story right now. Why? Because its much funnier and far more entertaining, IMO. (Also my e-mail was set-up wrong during the fic's first week on the archive and I haven't gotten any responses to it yet). As for my Ayoko fic, I'm sorry for the slightly jumbled formatting and such. I didn't have much time to write the story, plus I had to contend with a lot of mental speech mixed with dialogue. In other words, I was left a little confused as what to do, so I just threw up my hands and jotted nonsensical garbage down in hopes that nobody would notice. Anyway, as always I'm thrilled to recieve any comments or questions that come my way at bshrimp@together.net. So please send me lots of encouraging e-mails or at least some semi-vague death threats. Thanks, and much appreciated. Up Next: Chapter 5, Solution in Suspension