Mission: Impossible 2 starring the cast of Tenchi Muyo! Written by AvalonKnight_517 Mission: Impossible is owned by Paramount Pictures. Tenchi Muyo! is owned by Pioneer. They ain't mine so don't sue as if they were. Thank you! Dramatis Personae (I apologize for any misspellings!) Ethan Hunt......................Tenchi Masaki (Tom Cruise) Nyah Nordoff-Hall...............Ryoko (Thandie Newton) Sean Ambrose....................Kagato (Dougray Scott) Luther Strickell................Sasami (Ving Rhames) Billy Baird.....................Washu (*) Hugh Stamp......................Ayeka (*) Anthony Hopkin's character......Yosho (Anthony Hopkins) BioCyte CEO.....................Kiyone (*) Nekorovich......................Mihoshi (*) Gradsky.........................Noboyuki (*) * = Couldn't remember the actor's names...so sorry! ***************************************************** * NO NEED FOR A MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE 2! (PART THREE)* ***************************************************** CHAPTER ONE -- BRIEFING "Sorry, I'm late, Yosho." Yosho turned around and saw Tenchi standing in the doorway. Yosho chose a two story building near one of Seville's main roads. The road outside was clogged with a procession of people honoring their saints. Yosho looked down upon them with curiosity. "An odd festival," Yosho remarked, "They celebrate their saints by lighting them on fire. Let's you know what they think of saints, don't they? I almost got set on fire twice on my way over here. So, I assume your recruitment of Miss Ryoko went well?" Tenchi saw a long wooden table in the middle of the large room. He took his seat at the far end of the table, facing Yosho. "Yes. . .it has," Tenchi beamed. "So, what took you so long?" "Got a little held up. These streets weren't known for their swift commute. Plus, this place was a little hard to find." "Sorry I couldn't be anymore clear on the directions." Tenchi shrugged. "Well, you're sorry and I'm sorry." Yosho grinned coyly. "Why did you phrase it like that?" "Like what?" "'You're sorry, and I'm sorry.'" Tenchi snorted. "Bitch, get on with it." Tenchi slapped a hand over his mouth as his eyes went wide with surprise. Yosho looked at Tenchi with confusion on his face. "Repeat that, Agent Masaki?" Sweat beads rolled off of Tenchi's head. "Oh, man, I am so sorry! Stupid withdrawal symptoms or something, I guess." Yosho folded his arms across his chest. "That habit is going to get you killed. I thought we told you to clean yourself up or else we'd turn you over to the DEA?" "Sorry, sorry. Please, forgive me." Yosho raised his chin in the air. "Well, anyway, look at this." Yosho motioned at something hidden in a shadowy corner. A man walked out with a laptop in his hands and set it in front of Tenchi. Yosho turned it on and clicked on a .AVI file on the desktop. The movie file opened and Tenchi was greeted with a familiar face. "Hello again, Dimitri," Dr. Mihoshi said. Tenchi studied her face and saw that her usually calm stature was broken up with worry; even her bright blonde hair seemed dampened with sweat and hung wiltedly around her head. "I still remember when you saved our lives. . .saved our very sanity. Again, I call on your services, old friend. You see, every search for a hero begins with something that every hero requires. . .a villain. It was our search for this hero, Bolerofaun, that we created a monster, Pokemon. Dimitri, come to Tokyo and accompany me to Atlanta. I must arrive at my destination in Atlanta in no less than 20 hours of departure. Then it will be too late. I will see you then, Dimitri; as always: I'm sorry, and you're sorry." The .AVI file ended and Yosho closed the laptop's cover. "What do you think she's talking about?" Tenchi scratched his chin. "I don't know, but it's a bad idea flying her on a commercial jet, so give me an update. Is she still in Tokyo?" Yosho remained stern faced. "She's dead, as is her colleague, Noboyuki." "Dead..." "She left Tokyo and booked a flight for Atlanta. I tried contacting you but you were off in Utah sniffing crack, so I had to find a replacement. Tell me, Tenchi, what do you think of Agent Kagato?" Tenchi scoffed at that. "We had our reservations about each other." "That's it?" "Come on, Yosho, isn't it a little late in the day to be asking me this?" Yosho opened the laptop cover and clicked on antoher desktop file. Kagato's profile appeared on screen next to a large picture that dominated three quarters of the page. He appeared as if he was leering. Yosho continued. "When I couldn't find you I had to find a replacement; Agent Kagato seemed to be your best match." Kagato's profile blanked out and was replaced with front images of Kagato's and Tenchi's face. A line of symmetry was drawn down the middle both faces and a small message box appeared on the screen, stating that the facial similarities were a 98 percent match. Yosho tapped the screen. "He doubled for you, what, two or three times?" "Two. Anyways, why did Kagato do this?" "So you do think it's Kagato?" "He's a little whore that can't cut the mustard. He just got his paycheck docked again for the upteenth time in a row because of his screw up in Guatemala; that's motive, I think. Besdies, Kagato doesn't think he's done a job right unless he leaves a lot of bodily organs on the ground." "Hmm. Well, Mihoshi's plane ride went smoothily until it reached the Rockies. It was then crashed to make it look like an accident. Captain McIntosh was supposed to be the pilot on Flight 517, but..." Yosho grabbed a file folder from the man that brought the laptop and flipped through it until he found a picture of a man in flight uniform. "...he missed it. However, he made the next one." Tenchi looked at the picture. It showed a bloody McIntosh half sticking out of a travelling suitcase. "Quite a small suit case," Yosho said, "Considering McIntosh's height." "That means he has accomplices." "Probably." "So, what was it that Kagato wanted on that plane?" "Pokemon. We don't know what it is, but we were hoping you could bring back a sample of it to us. Living, of course." "Hmm. We'll have to figure out how he intends to make money with it." "That's where Miss Ryoko comes in." Tenchi looked at Yosho and saw that he was still stern faced. "What do you mean?" Yosho reached back into the file and pulled out another page, this time it was littered with printed text. "Ms. Ryoko and Kagato -- they were once a couple six months ago, and from what I gather, he was quite serious about it. They broke up, or rather she dumped him and left, and he's been wanting her back ever since. Ryoko's job in this mission to resume that relationship, get him to confide in her, and find out further information." Tenchi shook his head in disbelief. That meant that she would probably have to... Tenchi stuck his hands out in front of him, as if trying to wave down an imaginary car. "Whoa, whoa. You made it sound like I was recruiting Ms. Ryoko for her skills as a thief." Yosho shrugged. "Well, what can I say? Shit happens." "But she has no training for this." "To go to bed with a man and lie to him? She's a woman; she has all the training she needs." Tenchi scoffed and stood up suddenly. "I don't like this. It's...it's a very...sensitive situation." Yosho put his hands on his hips. "You didn't sleep with her did you?" Tenchi nearly fainted. "W-w-what!?! Uh, how did...wait! What?" Yosho put his hand on his forehead. "What are you, James Bond? You can't just sleep with women like that! Bitch damn!" Tenchi growled and looked up at the ceiling. "Oh, no. No, no, no, no..." "So, is this going to make it difficult?" "That's the understatment of the f*&*@%g year. Of course it's going to make it difficult!" Yosho flashed another coy smile. "Well, this isn't Mission: Difficult, Agent Masaki, it's Mission: Impossible. Difficult should be a walk in the -- " Tenchi's foot hit Yosho's groin hard, sending the old man crashing to the floor. "Yeah, yeah, I saw the same movie previews as you did. How the hell am I going to pull this off?" Yosho gathered himself and limped towards the table. In a high pitched voice he pointed to a digital camera on a night stand near the door. "Use that......to get her attention..." Tenchi walked to the table and grabbed the camera. "Thanks. I'll contact you upon completion of the mission." Yosho gave a thumbs up before fainting. Tenchi walked out of the room, down the stairs, and into the crowded streets below. The saints were still on fire and a man came to Tenchi with a torch in his hands. His breath smelled like wine and his eyes were glazed over. "Ah, senor! That angel face of yours, you must be a saint! May I light you ablaze?" Tenchi smiled and pointed to the building he just walked out of. "I'm sorry, you can't. But there's two saints in that room on the second floor and they demand gratification by fire! Go do it lest you invoke the wrath of the God who is called I AM!" The drunk man cheered and rounded up a group of torch bearers. Tenchi walked merrily back to his hotel room while the torch bearers made their way up the stairs. ******************************* CHAPTER TWO -- PERSUASION TENCHI'S ROOM Ryoko tapped the right arrow key on the lap top keyboard. The picture of McIntosh's bloody body was replaced with a burnt and incomplete husk of a 747 jet. Inside, the seats of the plane were charcoal black, contrasted perfectly with the white snow of the Rockies that lay all around it. She shook her head and silenlty said a prayer for the dead. The carnage grew more and more gruesome as she flipped through the pictures. The digital camera was wired to Tenchi's lap top. Tenchi watched her looking at the scenes of Kagato's attack. Occasionally her shoulders would raise up a little then slowly slump. She closed the lap top cover and shook her head. "How many people are capable of something like this?" "Kagato, for one." "Kagato...I tried hard to forget that name. Did he do this?" "What was your relationship like?" "Skittish. He wanted more than what I was ready to give; in the end, he ended up taking it." Tenchi winced. "Rape?" "No. Clothes. My dresses were worldly reknown for their splendor and beauty. He was in a cross dressing phase then and needed to get off. Oh, God, the long nights...the role playing...I hated that stupid ass strap on." Tenchi stood there with his mouth open. "Oh." "In the end, I couldn't take it anymore. I just said: 'Listen you little queen, I'm not putting up with anymore of your bullshit! I out!' His partner, Ayeka, was a bitch and then some as well, so I just went to my closet one day, grabbed some Vera Wang dresses and threw them at him, told him he could keep them, flipped him the bird, and left. It was the worst relationship I was ever in. Oh yeah, he liked sex a lot too." "Oh." Ryoko then turned around to face Tenchi. "Now look what he's gone and done! Was the break up that bad? Those poor people!" She walked over to Tenchi and embraced him. Tenchi returned the gesture and kissed her on the forehead. "This wasn't over clothes, Ryoko." "Really? My wardrobe was the shit back then, are you sure?" "Positive. He's after something called Pokemon." "Never heard of that line." "It's not a clothing line, Ryoko! Based on Mihoshi's background...no...she wouldn't make something like that." Ryoko broke the hug. "Mihoshi? Who is she? Oh, please don't tell me you're involved with another woman! I can't stand competition; I can be a little...deadly." Tenchi felt a cold bead of sweat drip down his neck. "Uh, no. She's dead." Ryoko quickly resumed the hug. "Oh, good." Tenchi gulped hard and looked Ryoko square in the eyes. "I was lied to by my superiors. I wasn't supposed to recruit you as a thief, but apparently..." Ryoko broke the hug again. "Are you saying I'm supposed to forgo my superficially physical and sexual relationship to you, infiltrate Kagato's hide out, convince him I'm worth trusting with valuable secrets by sleeping with him thereby making you extremely jealous and angst ridden, extract information about Pokemon and report back to you while dodging a hail of possible gunfire and uncontrollable rage?" Tenchi's jaw dropped to the ground. "Uh...yeah." Ryoko resumed the hug. "Oh, okay." Tenchi broke the hug this time. "W-w-what? You're not putting up a fight here? I thought you'd get all defensive about it." Ryoko pointed to the lap top. "And let more people die like this? If my body is all that stands in the way between us and possible deaths of more innocent people then I'm just going to have to get spread eagled and become a savior." Tenchi reached out and grasped Ryoko's shoulders. He let his thumb massage her collarbone while he thought of something to say. Man, he thought, this is...this is... Ryoko put her face close to his, her fragrance bombarding his nose, much to his delight. "What is it, my love?" Tenchi put his right cheek on hers, savoring her warmth. "This is not what I had in mind." She whispered back. "But it is what you'd like me to do?" "I just thought that...that...your conscious would be your guide." Ryoko stifled a small giggle. "I don't have a conscious, Tenchi; I'm a bloody thief." Tenchi sighed and swallowed real hard. Ah, to hell with it, Tenchi thought, it's just one little job; she's all mine once I bring Kagato down. Ryoko brought her face within close space to his again. "You know, he's going to be awfully suspicious if I just show up and say: 'Honey, I'm home.'" Tenchi wrapped his arms around her waist. "He wouldn't be suspicious if he was the one to help you out of a major jam." Ryoko smiled. "I'd need to be in real serious trouble." "Serious trouble is something that I can easily arrange." "Sex now?" "God, yes. I was wondering when you'd say that." ************************ CHAPTER THREE -- ARRANGEMENTS The next day was a blurred montage of events. Ryoko only had little time to get injected with a small tracking device. It hurt when the soft flesh of her ankle was punctured by the needle, but with that done, Tenchi could watch her with an IMF satellite and could track her location up to a distance of three feet. Mock criminal files were made up and put out over the world. Every major law enforcement agency on the globe received news of Ryoko's "capture" and "crimes." She had been frightened then, she almost thought she was being arrested for real. "Relax," Tenchi said, his voice soothed her nerves. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you. With your information out all over the world Kagato will have no choice but to find you. I know for a fact that after that plane crash, he's monitoring every news band he can find. Once he knows where you are he'll get you out, plain and simple." She was placed in detainment and awaited for someone to get her out. She alone in a cold cell with nothing around her. No company, no friends, no love...it was like...being in a cave. She shook her bad thoughts away. Someone would come... ********* She wouldn't wait too long. Someone from Kagato's HQ would forge papers and get her out to escort her to Japan. Ryoko and Kagato's henchman walked down the concrete steps of the police building and towards an awaiting car. Tenchi was across the street, silently watching them. Once, Ryoko saw him and looked at him longingly. He smiled back at her, steadfast and firm, trying to keep both their hopes up. Ryoko remembered Tenchi's final words to her: "Ryoko...I'm not going to lose you...I promise." ********* HOURS LATER 3 MILES OUTSIDE JAPAN Tenchi stood in a forest near a lake. A house stood next to the lake, alongside a small pier with a helipad landing marker on it. It took some time to assemble his two member team, and he thought old friends were in order to make this job go off without a hitch. Sasami Jurai was a talented computer hacker, and once she helped him out while they were both on the run from their own agency, victims of a twisted and evil plan. She was the best thing to happen to computers since Bill Gates except she wasn't bent on world domination and her web browser didn't monopolize the shit out of one's computer. It would be good to see her again. Washu was the most genius scientist in the universe and could do almost anything with a floating lap top and a sample...but why she wanted a government job, no one knew. Her reputation reached Tenchi's ears back in '98 and '99 when her Monica Lewinski robot had successfully infiltrated and toppled the American government. He was all too eager to work with her when he found out she was a fellow agent. She was also a very talented pilot. The wind kicked up a little as he heard the humming sound of an inbound helicopter. Within minutes, a small helicopter came into view over the trees and gently landed on the pier. The first one out of the plane was Washu, her wild red hair sticking up in the air like an antenna. "Ah, you are Agent Washu, correct? I've heard so much about you; I'm really excited to see what you're capable of." Washu scoffed and put her hands on her hips. "NO!" "I'm sorry, what did I do?" "You called me Agent Washu!" "Isn't that who you are?" "NO! You can call me...Little...Washuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" "W-w-what? But, Agent --" "NO! Call me Little Washu!" "Uh, okay, little Washu." "That's better." With that, she walked off towards the house. "I'm gonna check out your pad, hope the John works, helicopters always give me the trots." Tenchi looked after her, confused. "I thought she'd be a little more refined...hmm." Something was tapping Tenchi's knee. He turned around saw a cute, cuddly ten year old girl with blue hair and bright pink eyes poking his knee. "Sasami!" "Tenchi!" Tenchi picked Sasami off the ground and gave her a huge bear hug. "How have you been, Sasami?" Sasami sighed and her shoulders slumped. "First, I step in dog doo thereby ruining my $800 Gucci shoes, and then you get me in a helicopter with that woman? I'm surprised I'm still alive." "She's a bad pilot?" "No, it's just that she's always wanting samples...ugh, I'm not even going to mention that, but other than that, I'm good!" Tenchi nuzzled Sasami one more time; he couldn't help it, she was just so cuuuuuuuute. (Like page 124 of the 3rd Tenchi Manga cute!) ********* Sasami set up her lap top on the kitchen counter and punched in the map of Japan. Tenchi stood behind her, eagerly awaiting a satellite visual on Ryoko. Tenchi then heard the sound of a toilet flush. At that moment, Washu walked into the kitchen with a stream of toilet paper attached to her right heel. She looked happily at the both of them. "I just want to say that it's an honor and a priviledge for you to work with a genius like me!" Washu Doll A appeared on her right shoulder. "IT'S AN HONOR!" Washu Doll B appeared on her left shoulder. "AND A PRIVILEDGE!" ********* The beach house outside Tokyo was Kagato's pick of location. Ayeka would've preferred something more discreet, but Kagato intervened. "I'd relax if I were you," he told her once, "Soon, we'll have riches beyond compare." Ayeka nodded, saying and acknowledging nothing. Outside of the house, on the long pier that led to the house, Kagato awaited for his long lost love, Ryoko. A small white speck on the horizon was certainly the boat Ryoko was on, and as it got closer and closer, her hair color became more and more pronounced. Soon, the boat landed on the dock and out stepped Ryoko. She wore tight fitting jeans and a white cotton tank top. A purple scarf draped around her neck, and the body it was all attached to was exceptionally well curved. Kagato stood at the end of the dock, watching in awe as the captivating woman walked toward him. Away at the house, on a balcony, Ayeka stood watching the whole procession with disgust. She had her own reservations about Ryoko...but it wasn't the time to air them. Yet. Ryoko walked slowly and with purpose, letting him get a full look at her body, her face, her hair, the way she walked. She wanted to blind him with lust in the hopes that he wouldn't grow suspicious. Away from Kagato, back at the house, she spotted a woman standing on the balcony with long streaming purple hair. Ryoko smiled inwardly; and how are you today, Ayeka? She looked back towards Kagato and saw that her ploy was working. His jaw was slightly agape and he stood there, not making a move. Damn, I'm good, she thought. Ryoko was a few feet away when Kagato broke out of his trance and met up with her. She offered the best looking, superficial smile that she could and turned her neck the right way to make herself look coy. "Kagato, darling, how on earth did you find me?" ********* Tenchi grew impatient. "Come on, Sasami, can't we speed this up?" Sasami entered the map coordinates from Ryoko's tracking chip and twice the satellite was unable to focus in. Sasami turned to Tenchi. "With what? This is the only computer that can do this." Washu grinned. "Or is it?" Her floating lap top suddenly appeared in front of her and she entered in a few key strokes. Suddenly, Sasami's computer came to life and the satellite focused in the desired location. Tenchi smiled. "Thanks Agent -- I mean, little Washu. How'd you do that?" Washu stretched. "Well, since I don't want to break protocol and break the rule that only Sasami's computer is the only one that can access the data, I simply used my computer to speed her's up. I did it by a simple thing called Inter-BIOS Linking. Basically, I just lent her computer some of my computer's power." Puppet A appeared. "YOU'RE THE GREATEST, WASHU!!!" As did Puppet B. "YOU'RE SO SMART, WASHU!!!" Washu went teary eyed. "Ain't it the truth?" Sasami rolled her eyes. "Anyways, it's coming up." The satellite beamed back the image and what Tenchi saw left him angry...and jealous. ********* A wind suddenly kicked up and blew Ryoko's scarf from her neck. Kagato was almost as fast as lightening; his hand reached out and grabbed the scarf before it was lost to the sea. She looked at him lustfully. "Thank you." He handed it back to her. "You're welcome. As for your earlier question...how did I find you? It's how I normally find you...magic." All right, Ryoko thought, if I'm going to do this, I have to go all the way. Ryoko bent her face towards his and leaned into him. Kagato swallowed hard and his hands went to caress the waist he sorely missed for six long months. As his hands met her body, her lips met his. Soon, they were arm in arm, kissing each other passionately. Ryoko felt his tongue gently gliding towards her lips. Somewhere, deep down inside Ryoko's soul, a single voice quivered: Tenchi, please forgive me. ******** The satellite image was clear -- too clear for Tenchi. Washu snuggled up close to the computer screen. "Wow. Now that's a guy that knows how to give a proper welcome!" Sasami eye balled Washu for a moment. Washu looked at the little girl. "Oh, don't worry, you were not bad." Sasami shook her head and went to the fridge. Tenchi stood rigid, his face stern, arms crossed over his chest. Just one little job, he thought, just this one tiny, little, miniscule job...and then it's over, she's yours, 100 percent, 24/7, any way you want, all the time, every time. He felt his curled fists slowly turning white as the blood drained away from them. Kagato and Ryoko leaned into each other and Tenchi did his best to remain professional. They stayed in each other's arms a moment longer before walking back into Kagato's beach house. Although Washu and Sasami probably couldn't see it, Tenchi could've sworn he saw after glow hovering around the pair. He finally unclenched his fists and noticed blood on his palms. Looking at his hands further he realized that his fingernails had bit through the flesh. At least, Tenchi thought, I have an excuse to leave now. "I gotta hit the bathroom, ladies. Excuse me for one moment." Tenchi walked off and Washu turned to Sasami who was happily constructing a sandwhich. "Hey, little girl, you're cute you know that?" Sasami looked worried. "I'm not giving you any sample, okay? Get outta here with that!" Washu got on her knees. "Please, Sasami? Please, please, please, please? It'll only take a minute! All I need to do is just scrape --" Sasami stamped her foot on the ground. "You ain't scrapin' sh*t, woman! Just back off and act profressional!" Washu lamented. "How will I ever complete my research?" She then cried a river. ********* Ayeka had walked back inside and stood next to one of Kagato's henchman, Wallace. Wallace ran a scan over Ryoko's body. On the computer he was working on, it showed Kagato and Ryoko walking up the steps and into the house. A red line ran horizontaly up and down Ryoko's body, and a percentage in the left hand corner was tallying up a number. The scan was complete and the percentage showed zero percent. Wallace whistled at the sight of Ryoko. "No flies, no bugs either. She's clean." Ayeka smirked. "So are all cats. Hmph! Monster woman." ********* Kagato led Ryoko to his bedroom. It was spacious and each wall had three, ten foot windows shaped like narrow arches. Ryoko saw a king sized bed in the middle of the room and on that bed was a scarlet dress. "You're room?" she asked. Kagato ran a hand down her arm. "Our room." Kagato went to the dress and handed it to her. "I felt bad after how we last split up, so I got you this dress. Put it on, I'm dying to see if I remembered your size." Ryoko gulped hard and thought of Tenchi's angel face when she saw the dress. It's now or never, she thought, just do this and Tenchi will be yours from now on. Just this once... Ryoko slipped out of her tank top and took off her bra, followed by her jeans, then her shoes, then her under -- The sight of her was breath taking on an exponential level. Kagato struggled to regain his compsure after he let his jaw hang open the minute the last shred of clothing came off. His breath caught in his throat and he labored to maintain a working breathing rhythm. God, Kagato thought, it's the face of God. No doubt about it. She then arched her back and showed Kagato what he was missing in her absence. No f*$%*#g doubt about it. Ryoko then went for the dress only to have Kagato stopping her. His face was lit up with a burning energy, an energy he couldn't hold back any longer. He felt he was going to explode. She looked at him innocently. "You're not interested in seeing how it looks?" "Oh, I am...later." Ryoko felt his hands smoothing over her body. She felt like wretching but didn't resist his touch, and didn't resist his eagerness as she was gently pulled down onto the bed beside him. Tenchi, forgive me. ********* Tenchi was alone in the kitchen. Sasami and Washu had carried their arguments outside, leaving him to watch the screen alone. All he saw was the roof of Kagato's beach house with a single yellow pulsating dot blinking at timed intervals in the center of it. She was inside now, and the information would be soon forthcoming. Tenchi closed his eyes and shook his head. Sasami came in just then, a weary look on her face. "That woman. Ugh. So, is she in?" "Yeah." "Well, then we got him, don't we?" "We don't have anything, or what he's got, and what he's doing in Tokyo with it. I'd say we just rolled up a snowball and tossed it into hell." Tenchi sighed and stormed out of the house. Sasami sat down in front of the computer and wondered about the woman named Ryoko that Tenchi seemed so concerned about. It was just a mission, nothing out of the ordinary. She sighed and watched on, looking for any odd signals. And the yellow dot blinked on... END OF PART THREE ************************************** this one was the longest of them so far as I'm trying to wrap this thing up. School's getting to be time consuming, so the more I write, the less I write, or whatever. Hope you like this stuff, email me if you do. CivilWarFan@excite.com NEXT: THE CABBIT RACES, BIO CYTE BREAK IN & MORE ;) ^_^