An Alter Wish written by Shaun Garin <><><> Super Omega Draft Mark VII <><><> Note, this occours nearly three months after the last episode. And as always, AMG is owned by Kosuke Fujishima. Tenchi Muyo and All Purpose Cultural Cat Girl Nuku Nuku is owned by Masaki Kajishima and Yuuzou Takada as well, their roles fitting into the story by a dimentional crossover. For reference, see Bloodlines, another Wish storyline, due out December ‘99. Bubblegum Crisis is owned by Artimic. <><><> Chapter 3 : Recreation Concentrate. Concentrate on the water within the glass. Easy, easy... To my expectations beyond all thoughts, the water rose out of the glass, still in a formed glass shape. I poured more magical psyche into the water, just seconds before Amelia slammed the door open with a loud, “HIIII!” The water came crashing down due to my lack of concentration, drenching my hospital gown. As I wiped the water from my long bangs, my prized student looked at me, and grinned, poking her tongue out at me. “Feel better Sensei?” “Oh sure, a bout of mono just LIVENS up the conversation in this room,” I said dryly before grabbing a towel. “Fortunately, I’m a fast healer.” “Doctor says you’ll be teaching in no time. Say, have you seen my new article? I noticed that the crime rate has risen ever since Angel dissapeared.” “Gee I wonder how that happened,” I muttered, my voice too low for her to pick it up. In my current state, I couldn’t hold my superhero form for more than five minutes. Five seconds if I used an magic attack. Bell warned me that I was still slowly, well, make that VERY slowly, adjusting to a Godly state. That means, I won’t get sick from ANY human deceases. Fun. But before that settles in, I’m prone to anything under the sun for about five months. Three months of mono, and two more of any other thing that could make my life a living hell on earth. Figuratively speaking of course. “So, he hasn’t been about, scaring the criminals into submission?” “Nope,” she said, a bit sullenly. “Hope you feel better sensei.” “Don’t call me that,” I said playfully, “you’re a year younger than I am and still in school? I should be calling you Amelia-chan.” “I’d smack you,” she warned, “if you wern’t sick as a dog.” “Ouch, queen takes pawn. Checkmate.” “I gotta go, Hikaru is waiting for my newest report. Catch ya later Shaun-kun!” Amelia skipped out the door before slamming it shut behind her. I just sighed in exasperation. Gods, she can be so... cute when she’s like that. <><><> The lab door was wide open. Normally, it would be shut. This time, it was open, and a maniacal peal of laughter echoed in the Masaki House. I shuddered, a chill running up my spine as I tried to eat breakfast. Tried is the key word here. Mihoshi kept on trying to spoon feed me. Aw well, I love her enough to let her FEED me, I just don’t care to get poisoned if she tries to COOK. Granted it’s not as deadly as my mom’s cooking, or heaven forbid, Shiiko, Akane and Ryoko in the kitchen all at the same time. Ryoko and Mihoshi are bad enough, but with the addition of two other animates that I just KNOW I’m gonna run into within the span of my long life, I think they should just kill me now. At least Tenchi isn’t having an easier time. Ayeka and Ryoko were doing the “Literal Electrical Glare of Ultimate Doom Upon Your Personage,” glare, and Tenchi was hardpressed to keep from getting electroshock therapy. Thank God that I only had to contend with my cybernetic sister, Nuku Nuku, and Mihoshi at the same time. I swore that once I saw Tenchi, I would never get involved with more than one woman. In a strange, perverse way, I enjoy watching him get into trouble. Although, I get dragged into shit as well. Okay, so life isn’t that great here. No one’s perfect. Why Mihoshi? Well, it was a pure accident. Sort of a love at first sight thing. And I thought she had something for Tenchi. My bad. Oh well, at least it’s pure love. Besides, I thought with a grin, Mihoshi is sooo cute! Beautiful! Curled blonde hair, deep tan that matches Urd from AMG, a perfect figure, I think I’m still in deep love. Just then, Washu’s young voice echoed from behind me. “Shaun, can you and Tenchi come in here? I’ve got something to show you.” The pair of us boggled for a second, dreading dissection. Or worse. Washu laughed easily before hauling our protesting forms back into the lab. “Lord have mercy on Lord Tenchi and Lord Shaun’s souls,” Ayeka prayed in a Shinto Fashion. “They’re doomed,” Ryoko said in a blah tone before returning to shoving food down her throat. <><><> I looked at Tenchi who walked beside me, a dejected look on his face. I ventured a comment. “It’s your fault we’re here.” “My fault?” snapped my cousin. “You’re the one who’s the AMS freak in the family! Honestly, you’re as bad as dad when it comes to perversion!” “I have my moments,” I admitted, stretching my arms behind my head, “But they don’t last fortunately. I just get a quick kick out of something wildly and obsenely perverted for a brief moment and then laugh like a madman for at least fifteen minutes.” “And that happens, what? Every five days?” I flashed a leering grin. “That, my good cousin, second Prince of Jurai, is YOUR responibility. I just sit back and watch you get into trouble.” Tenchi considered my words for a few minutes. It WAS true that he was mainly the focus of everything that happened in our seemingly peaceful home. Then again, Tenchi could be as perverted as I am. A small grin ran over my face. Time to test the theory. “Hey Tenchi, ya really scared of the girls?” Tenchi hung his head. “Somewhat.” I pressed on, remembering the story that Washu-chan had given me. “So, you afraid that you might slip one day?” Tenchi heaved a huge groan. “Someday, I’m going to slip and actually sleep with one of them. And then die a horrible death by at least two of the other three.” I grinned under my cough. “Just consider your wedding night.” “To whom?” Oh man this was TOO easy. “To all of them of course!” At Tenchi’s gape, I pressed on. “It’s Royal Tradition. You don’t think that Azusa married two women just because he couldn’t decide between them?” “All of them?!” Tenchi stopped short in his tracks. A slow lecherous smile started to grow on his face. Got him. “Yup.” “Royal Tradition?” “Uh huh.” “A wedding night?” “Indeed.” “At the SAME TIME?” I couldn’t help it as a full blown grin marred my face. “You sly little Hentai you. Uncle ‘Yuki and Grandpa’s been a bad influence on you.” Tenchi blinked and gaped. “You set me up!” he accused. “Damn right, and proud of it too. Well now, I guess we see that you aren’t the perfect little man who just goes beet red when he sees womanly flesh.” “Don’t tell me that YOU’RE going to marry two women,” Tenchi countered in a pathetic attempt to set me up. “Don’t even try it,” I warned, wagging a finger. “Or I’ll loose the Washu on you.” I laughed evilly for a minute, my laugh sounding a lot like Kefka. Mr. Insano Man himself. Tenchi shuddered. “Be still my racing heart,” he muttered. “One of them is bad enough.” “Now now, don’t get all puffy. I never said WASHU’S did I?” “I’ll make Mihoshi cook for you. A full SEVEN COURSE MEAL.” “Threat’s do not a Jurai Prince make,” I countered, grinning. “I could always sic Arisa on you. With POISON XVII. I hear that she upgraded it with SUB-NUKES.” “Touche,” Tenchi said, getting into the verbal sparring. “Maybe I’ll sic Ryo-ohki on you in Spaceship mode.” “Then I’ll counter with Mr. Mount St. Helens, the Zedmiester himself. Remember the warning Zed gave us about playing with the big guns?” “I’ll flash you and make you dance the funky chicken.” “Nice try. Blow off your legs and have MiB regenerate them under Mihoshi’s care.” Tenchi shuddered. “You win.”