"Welcome to the Land of Oz" A Tenchi Fic Part - 1 By: J (j_koei@hotmail.com) "I-I don't know, Sakuya..." muttered Tenchi, as the young Japanese girl tugged on his sweater. "Oh, come on Tenchi!" Sakuya had a way with mixing words and expressions. She'd say the strangest things, but that smile of hers always kept Tenchi coming back for more. This time she was finally making her move. She was going to make Tenchi hers. "I'm... n-not really ready, Sakuya..." Sakuya engaged Tenchi into a deep tongue kiss. "I mean, I don't even have a condom..." spouted Tenchi with a sudden change of heart. "It's okay... now come over to the bed, Tenchi!" It was a night that would live in infamy... It was a normal morning at the Masaki household. Ryoko was sleeping in, Washu was working in her lab, Sasami was cooking breakfast, Yosho and Ayeka were performing daily Jurian prayers, and Noboyuki was walking down to pick up the paper and the mail. A picture on the front of the Tokyo News caught his eye. It was Tenchi, with a pair of handcuffs slapped on. The article wasn't a headline, just a 'recent event'. The title of the article was "Student Rapes Increase". "Washu-chan?" shouted Noboyuki as he entered through the strange laboratory door under the stairs. "I'm at my computer, Noboyuki-san. Come on in, just don't touch anything." The distraught man stumbled through the strange inventions, not sure of what lay ahead. When a crab-esque shadow was in view, he quickened his pace. "What is it?" muttered Washu, not turning from her computer screen. Noboyuki tossed the newspaper onto her console. A wide-eyed Washu turned swiftly on her cushion, grabbing Noboyuki by his vest. "Is this Tenchi?!" "Read the article... so ashamed..." muttered the aging man. Washu's eyes zipped back and forth across the paper. STUDENT RAPES INCREASE by: Anashiro Mira Lately, the number of date rapes around our local school system has been appalling, and the students seem to be the ones to blame. The number of brutal rapes, such as the recent "Tenchi Masaki" case, is skyrocketing, becoming unbearable. Taking action, parents and students alike have put their best efforts into putting a stop to these disgusting crimes, and as a type of effigy, Tenchi Masaki, assailant of a fellow student, simply known as "Sakuya" (no victim names will be stated at this time.) will be transferred to prison, showing the results of actions taken by such criminals as him. Reporters say that... Washu stopped reading right there. "Tenchi?! He'd never!" "That's what I thought too..." started Noboyuki "...but my dear Mira has never lead me astray in her articles... especially her personal interviews in Penthouse..." "This reporter is a STRIPPER?!" screamed Washu, outraged. "You should really check out her recent centerfolds. I heard that's how she got the job in Tokyo" "Let me get this straight..." paced the scientist "You'd trust a WHORE over your own SON?!" "If she was really hot, and Tenchi hasn't been giving me any lap dances lately..." "Ugh. Well, it's good that you got this to me. I need to have a conversation with the girls about this... here, this should keep you occupied for a while." Washu pulled a rubber ball from her pocket and handed it to the enthralled Noboyuki, his eyes glowing with interest. "He's in JAIL because of her?!" snapped Ryoko, her Cyan hair standing on end. She created a red laser sword from her fist and floated in the air, a raging aura surrounding her. "I'm going to KILL that Sakuya bitch!" "I don't believe... Master Tenchi would... no, he couldn't. It was that girl..." stuttered Ayeka, reading over the article for the hundredth time. "We need to get a good case against this, because we ALL know Tenchi wouldn't just sleep with any girl that threw herself at him..." stated Washu "... right Ryoko?" she grinned "Oh, shut up, Mom." Ryoko said as she folded her arms, still tingling with anger. "Well, where are they taking him?" spouted the young Sasami, her hands clutched together, tears forming at the brims of her eyes. Washu pulled up her trancsulcent console, typing in the coordinates of the Tokyo News website. "Aha! An update..." the little scientist cleared her throat and read the article aloud: "With the latest information on the Tenchi Masaki case, it appears that Masaki will be shipped to the Oswald Maximum Security Correctional Facility, deep in America. As stated by a schoolmate of Masaki's, "That's one less perv we have to deal with, but Tenchi didn't seem like that kind of guy". Updates will be posted as they come in..." "AMERICA?!" all the girls shouted simaltaneously. --- Officer Sean Murphy held his clipboard in hand as he glared at the new 'Recruits' of Emerald City. A pathetic Japanese school boy sat in the back. "They arrest anybody these days... just makes my days longer." Murphy climbed the stairs in the small auditorium and started his announcements. "Welcome to the Oswald Maximum Security Correctional Facility. As you know, you all will be making your homes here in Em City, until you screw up, that is. Once you screw up, you get your ass kicked right back to Gen Pop." The officer motioned to four men standing next to a gate, and two officers. "These gentlemen will be your sponsors, and will teach you the do's and don'ts of the Emerald City. The assignments are as follows: "Desmond Mobay, you'll be with Augustus Hill" Mobay was a tall and slim black man with a Jamaican accent. Hill was a black man in a wheel chair, with his hair braided back." "Ralph Gulino, you're gonna be with Nicolae Stanslovsky over there" Gulino was a chubby Italian man, who nodded in acknoledgement at the tiny Russian prisoner, who grinned in response. "Guilliame Tarrant, you're heading out with Jaz Hoyt." Tarrant was a skinny French man, and Hoyt was a tough American, the leader of the Biker gang. "What? You're kidding, Murphy?" shouted Hoyt. "You could've atleast given me the Japanese kid over there!" Murphy cleared his throat, shutting Hoyt up. "Next off, we have a Tenchi Masaki. You'll be paired up with Kareem Said." Tenchi nervously looked to his side, expecting the worst, but surprisingly was greeted by a clean cut black Muslim man. The two shook hands, Said smiling brightly. "We ain't finished yet kids. Last off, we have a Kenshin Himura. You're with Poet." Kenshin was a strangely out-of-place Japanese man, with long hair ponytailed behind his head, and dressed in a flannel shirt and a pair of baggy blue jeans. Poet was a chubby, smiling black man, who was laughing, clasping his hands together. "Alright, get going to your pods, and see an officer if you have any trouble making your way around. Welcome to Oz." Tenchi walked nervously beside Kareem, holding his personal belongings. Numerous inmates stared at him and smiled in the well-kempt facility. Oz wasn't a normal prison, but an experiment. "Tenchi, was it?" asked Said. "Er... Yea. Tenchi Masaki. This isn't really what I thought prison would be like..." muttered Tenchi as he examined the inmates playing chess and watching television in a large group. "Here in Oz, we don't just get thrown in cells, unless you mess up. We have jobs, and this nice little environment to 'communicate' with each other." "Th-that explains... some things..." Tenchi trailed off as he saw two inmates beating one another, blood spraying on the glass walls of their pod. A man was pulled out, struggling from the guards. "Alright, who started this shit?" stated one of the officers. "I started this shit!" shouted Beecher, a tall man with clean cut features. He was lunging himself at another man with short black hair. Tenchi didn't take his eyes off of the fight as he set his belongings on the bottom bunk. "Who're those guys?" "The one being carried to the hole is Tobias Beecher. He came in here because of... vehicular manslaughter, if I can remember. He's a good guy, but that man..." Said glared at the dark haired man "...is Christopher Keller. He's an all around bad man. Stay away from him." two words seemed to stick to Tenchi's mind: the hole. "If you don't mind me asking, Mr. Said... what's... The Hole?" "It's where you go if you've been a bad man... a small cell, where you spend the night, but I don't really want to talk about it..." "Of course, sure, no problem! Heh, I'll just sit over here in the corner and..." "Excuse me if I sounded threatening. I'm a minister here in Oz, I just get very low blood pressure around this time of day. I need my rest. Now, if you'll excuse me once again..." Tenchi sweatdropped as Said crawled to the top bunk and almost instantly fell asleep. He was a strange man, Tenchi thought to himself. Tenchi opened the door to his pod and walked down the metal stairs to the main lobby. He saw an officer mopping up the blood in the cell to the side of him. "I've really done it this time..." the young man thought to himself, taking a seat at an empty chess table. Chris Keller slowly walked over to the table, and took a seat, smiling. "So why do they call you Poet?" asked Kenshin, standing under the stairwell near the entrance with his sponsor. The man cackled and pulled a notepad from his pocket. "'Cuz I write, muthafucker!" he tossed the notepad to Kenshin, who started reading some of the entries. "This is pretty good... you write any Haiku?" "Flip to page 86." was the surprising answer Kenshin got. "Wow." stated Kenshin as his eyes traced the kanji written on the page. "If you want to, I could help you with some of this. I'm kind of a Haiku poet myself." Poet smiled at Kenshin. "This looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship." cackled Poet, slipping Kenshin a container of cocaine. "It's on the house, man. Meet me at around 7 at Adebisi's cell." "Err..." Kenshin looked at the small nasal container in his palm, and realised that the odds were definitely against him this time. "Adebisi... I can remember that." Kenshin smiled and nodded towards Poet, heading towards his cell. A tall, muscular Jamaican man stared through the glass at the young Japanese man. He chewed on a toothpick that was hanging out of his mouth loosely. He smiled. He had a new killer on his side. "You...um...must be Keller..." muttered Tenchi as his eyes studied the tile on the ground. "Are you gonna make a move, or not?" asked Keller, glancing at the chess board in front of them. Tenchi quickly moved a pawn a space infront of him on the board. Keller did the same. "You don't have to be scared, kid. I won't hurt anybody. That..." Keller nodded towards the blood stained pod "...was not my fault. Beecher can get a little crazy sometimes" Keller smiled. He had a welcoming smile, and Tenchi, who was shaking and sweating nervously, managed a return smile. The two held an hour long chess game, Keller imitating Tenchi's every move, until a stalemate was finally declared. The two talked about why they were in Oz, life on the outside, intimate others (not including five alien women), and life in Oz. Gulino sat in his pod, talking on a cell phone. "Yea, yea, and I need you to get me outta here as soon as possible. I know. call me back. Thanks." the man sighed and stuck the phone back in his pocket. Stanslovsky approptiately walked in, almost on cue. "You know, my friend, that those... cell phones... they are illegal here in Oz." stated Nicolae, nodding towards the antennae sticking out of Gulino's pocket. "Really?" "Yes, I'm afraid. If you like, I can take the cell phone to the guards for you. I can tell them I... found it in the gym. You could get into some serious trouble." Gulino tossed the phone to Stanslovsky, who smiled strangely. "You might want to toss me the charger as well." Gulino did just that. Stanslovsky left the pod, and quickly shoved the cell phone into his pocket, and wrapped the charger cord around his ankle under his sock. "Mobay, come in. Your reputation proceeds you." the guard closed the door of Warden Leo Glynn's office, leaving him alone with the newly recruited Desmond Mobay. Quickly losing his Jamaican accent, he smiled at Leo. "Everything's going well so far. Everybody accepts me as an inmate, and my cellmate, Hill, seems pretty stable. I can bust this drug ring in no time." "That's what the last officer said, and he's six feet under now, Jackson. You sure you're ready to handle such a big undercover assignment?" "I'm already in the prison, aren't I, Leo? You don't have to worry. I've also dug up some dirt on that Himura guy. He came in today also. He's already been summoned by Adebisi." "Old friend?" asked Leo as he sat in his swivel chair, turning to the desk on his work. "I'm not to sure, but looking at Himura's records, it looks like he might be able to do some damage. He might also be able to help me end the drug ring. It's his choice, but until then... gotta work on my first objective." "Which is?" Mobay switched his tone of voice back to that of a Jamaican man's. "Make friends wit' de bad guys." To be continued... Like it? Hate it? Send suggestions and feedback to j_koei@hotmail.com. It'll be greatly appreciated :)