Tenchi Muyo : Bloodlines

A Wish Spawn written by Shaun Garin

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Yes, as in the tradition of Eyrie Productions Blatent Self
Inserts, this is one more Wish series. One of three new ones. I
had said that I would start this in the middle of November but
oh well, back to the drawing board.

Tenchi Muyo! is owned by Masaki Kajishima and All Purpose
Cultural Cat Girl Nuku Nuku by Yuuzou Takada.

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Prologue : Leavetakings

	“Yoshu, do you REALLY have to go?” Sasami, a mere
girl of eight, sniffled, her eyes full of big shining tears. Ayeka stood,
more proudly but her bearing rapidly loosing ground.
	Yoshu, first Prince of Jurai, shook his head. “I can’t let
Ryoko get away... besides, you both know my reasons. I’ll miss the
both of you.”
	“Aren’t you forgetting someone?” came another voice.
This one belonged to a exotic girl, the royal families genetics clearly
showing in her face. “Yoshu, if you think for one second that you’ll
just sneak away, you’ve got something else coming.”
	“Sana?” Yoshu asked, clearly surprised.
	The girl smirked a bit before turning to Yoshu, palming his
Master Key in his hand. “I’m going on a little trip. Yoshu, keep alive, 
okay? I’m still going to wait for you when I come home.” Her own 
Master Key, a double bladed Tenchi-ken, was unhooked and her ship, 
Sae, floated down to rest above her head. “See you guys in a few days.”
	Yoshu left that same day.
	They never returned.

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Chapter 1 : Blood Is Thicker Than Water...

	The light dawned on the huge tree in the middle of the
large lake. Across the way, there sat a huge, white mansion. And about
the mansion, there was a aura of peace, serenity and happiness. Servants
went about, tending the prize winning rose bushes, others went about,
cutting the grass. And in one of the corner rooms with huge windows,
a young teenager slept soundly. A boy of a muscled yet thin figure, his
brown/black hair tostled from nearly ten hours of sleep spread on the
pillow.
	His room was luxurious, awards honoring him in music,
kendo, martial arts and acedemics all lining one small section of the
wall. To the middle of the room was a oak desk, that held a expencive
computer, and the closet held a expencive wardrobe. The alarm clock,
at this exact moment, started to blare out the tones of “All Star” by
Smash Mouth.
	The head cracked a brown eye open, reached for the clock
and shut off the alarm. It blinked a few times before the whole body
woke up, and he stood, stretching a bit, heading for the shower.
	Soon, he came out, dressed in a robe and stopped to pick up
some fruit from the tray that Kyoko had set out. Shaun Natsume
Mishima Masaki logged onto his computer, and his mothers face
winked onto the screen within moments, the face filling the screen.
“GOOD MORNING SA-CHAN!”
	“Gyaaaaah!” With a scream, he tipped backwards in surprise, 
and the mother on the screen went into balistics. A tanned hand slapped 
down on the desk and within moments, the whole body moved into view.
“Morning Mom,” he muttered around the apple clutched within his mouth.
“Where’s dad?”
	“Kyusaku is at the lab, upgrading Nuku Nuku once more.
Don’t worry, that Virus she picked up a few days ago is being repaired.”
	Shaun finished his apple and tossed it into the garbage pail
that immediately sent the trash down to be crushed into pulp for the
garden. “That’s great news! When’ll she be running? Or did Arisa
screw up again and use live ammo?”
	Akiko Masaki supressed a small giggle before saying, “Arisa
has been kept from using the heavy artillery for a month.”
	“Bet Kyoko is trying her hardest to keep her from the
gun shops,” he said with amusement before reaching for a muffin.
“Is Dad busy?”
	“GOOD MORNING SA-SAN!” Kyusaku’s face appeared
to crowd out the mothers face. The two parents wrestled for a moment
before the screen fit itself to accomodate the pair. A large sweatdrop
ran down the back of the teens head. “So, you just woke up ne?”
	“Yeah I did. How’s Nuku Nuku doing?”
	In the background, a crash came, followed by a peal of
high pitched giggling and another crash. Kyusaku sweatdropped. “Um
she’s still a bit giddy.”
	“Daaad!” he said, drawing out the word, “you didn’t use the
narcoliptic antivirus chip, did you?” It was a statement, not a question.
	“Not the narcoliptic one, the catnip one.”
	“Ojisama no baka,” Shaun muttered in his passable Japanese.
He rubbed his eyes for a second before removing his glasses. “I’m going
out today, if you need me, I’ll be at the Holy Tree. I’ll be back for 
lunch.”
	“Okay, have fun Sa-chan!”
	“Nuku will be up and running in a few hours. Bye Sa-san.”
	The teen logged off and started to dress.

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	The large Holy Tree that sat in the middle of the large lake
in the back of the mansion grounds seemed to smile down at the teen
who sat on its roots, moving a pencil over the paper. As he kept on
drawing, she noted the figure on the page. A beautiful woman of at least
seventeen, tanned, blonde haired with huge blue eyes. The Tree knew
that his time was coming.
	In about two minutes.

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	“Who is she?” Shaun asked himself as he finished with the
picture. She was beautiful, tall, gorgeous and... something else was about
her. Something special. Picking up a pencil once more, he started to
draw again, this time, adding a young girl with long blue ponytails, a
solid gold triangle on her forehead. Then, he added one more person,
a figure that seemed to be an older version of the blue haired girl, with
two dots on her forehead.
	For months he had the same dream. Two women, watching
him from the depths of space. Then, the whole world exploded with
a tremendous force.
	For months, he had sketched the two women with precision
and skill, and his whole room was filled with drawings of them in
several poses and outfits. The blonde wore a uniform of some sorts,
and the blue haired woman had a wild dress on that accentuated her
seemingly flirtuous manner.
	His parents had started to worry but he had waved them off
as parental concerns. Then again...
	He stood and headed down the stepping stones and into the
house for lunch, leaving a pondering tree.