Tenchi Muyo Fan Fiction ❯ The Masato Saga ❯ Change of Plans ( Chapter 10 )

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Change of Plans

Chapter 1: Death in the Family

Hotaro sat silent, staring at the table top in the conference table.
His two top lieutenants, Gaijin and Shokai, sat nervously across from him.
Whenever Hotaro raised his voice they both knew he was upset, but when
he said nothing for minutes at a time, he was seething with rage. They
were truly fearful of what Hotaro would say to them. The pair continued
to sit, nervously glancing around them and trembling slightly. Finally,
Hotaro spoke.
"We are in a bad way," Hotaro said in a surprisingly calm voice.
"My best efforts to dispose of the crown princesses of Jurai have not
turned out well. I see this organization crumbling around me more and
more each day due in part to one main factor." At the utterance of the last
remark, Gaijin and Shokai shifted nervously in their seats. However,
Hotaro proceeded to ease their troubled minds. "I do not blame you," he
went on to say. "Also, the operatives that I obtained are not entirely at
fault. No, gentlemen, the catalyst for the slow downfall of the Jurai
Liberation Army is one man."
"One man?" asked Gaijin, not able to believe that one individual
could bring down an organization as powerful as theirs. "Who?"
"His name is Masato Kiriyama," Hotaro said as he leaned forward
in his chair.
"Him?" asked Shokai. "I know that he was responsible for
Kazuhiro's failure, but he died fighting him. How could he continue to
have an impact on us?"
"He's not dead," Hotaro said calmly. "From what I understand, he
is alive and well on Earth. In fact, he is supposedly engaged to Princess
Ayeka. I believe that Masato caused not only Kazuhiro's failure, but
Specter's as well."
"But the police report said nothing about Masato being involved in
Specter's death," Shokai pointed out.
"That report was suspiciously vague," Hotaro said. "I'm certain
that he was involved somehow."
"If you're sure of him being alive, then why not get rid of him?"
Gaijin asked.
"I couldn't agree with you more," Hotaro said. "However, I want
to send him a message first. I want to show him just how much the
damage he has done to this organization has cost me by making it cost him
something even greater."
As Hotaro explained his plan, Gaijin and Shokai were aghast at its
simplistic cruelty. At times, Hotaro was capable of some very despicable
acts. However, the lieutenants knew that his decisions were, more often
than not, for the benefit of the Jurai Liberation Army. Reluctantly, they
agreed to the assignment that had been given to them.
"Very well," Hotaro said, pleased with the compliance of his men.
"Now, I wish to reveal to you my master plan. The final strike that will
break the back of the royal family forever. As you know, I have ordered
nearly all of our forces to hold position at the fringes of Jurai space in
anticipation of a final offensive against the Jurai fleet."
"Yes, but all of our attacks thus far have failed," Shokai pointed
out. "How will this one succeed?"
"It won't," Hotaro said with a smile. "There won't be an attack."
Gaijin and Shokai looked at each other quizzically. "Excuse me?"
Gaijin asked in bewilderment.
"The massive strike force is only a decoy," Hotaro revealed. "As
Jurai prepares for invasion, we will quietly make our way to Earth and take
care of the two princesses once and for all."
"I see," Gaijin said thoughtfully. "That's not a bad idea."
"It might be just the curveball that they're not expecting," Shokai
said excitedly.
"That's why we've been laying low for a time," Hotaro said. "I
want them to think we've gone back to planning terrorist strikes against
Jurai itself, considering our past failures on Earth."
The two lieutenants nodded approvingly. Hotaro never ceased to
amaze them with his cunning and his ingenious leadership. "When do you
plan to leave for Earth?" Shokai asked.
"As soon as possible," Hotaro said. "However, first I need you
both to fulfill the task I outlined earlier. When you return from that
mission, then we will go. By the way, I leave Ayeka's groom-to-be at your
disposal upon our arrival on Earth. Consider it a perk."
"Very well," Gaijin said as the lieutenants rose to leave. "We will
do as you wish." The pair swiftly exited the conference room.
Once clear of the room, Gaijin asked, "Who is this Masato,
anyway?"
"I don't know much about him," Shokai said. "Only what I've
read in police reports. Apparently, he used to be a member of the Galaxy
Police. A few years ago, he was involved in an accident. Some higher-
ups fingered him, and he went on the run. He showed up on Earth two
years later, and fell in with the princesses. He supposedly killed himself
when he took out Kazuhiro, but I guess he's still alive."
"I still don't understand why Hotaro is so worried about him,
though," Gaijin puzzled. "It's just one guy."
"One guy that took out Kazuhiro and Specter," Shokai cut in.
"Someone like that is definitely worthy of attention."
"You mean worthy of our attention," Gaijin said with a devilish
grin.
"Right," said Shokai, returning his smirk. "We'll make sure he
doesn't bother us anymore. But first, we've got other matters to attend
to."

Sasami and Masato sat across from each other at the kitchen table,
staring at each other intently, their playing cards covering the bottom half
of their faces. Masato reached out and picked a card from the top of the
pile in the center of the table. He kept it, and discarded one of his own.
Sasami took the discarded card and used it to replace one in her hand. She
then fanned her cards face up on the table before her. "Gin!" she said with
a wide grin.
Masato threw his cards on the table and leaned back in his chair as
he gave an exasperated sigh. "You've got to be cheating somehow," he
said, struggling to find a reason why Sasami had won eight straight games.
"Is there a mirror behind me? Is Ryo-ohki hiding behind me and giving
you signals?"
"No," Sasami said as she giggled. "I guess today is just my lucky
day."
"Well, it sure isn't mine," Masato said. "Still, I feel like I'm due.
Let's try one more hand."
"Okay," Sasami said without hesitation, anxious to extend her
winning streak.
As Masato dealt the cards, Kiyone walked into the room, a very
sympathetic look on her face. "Masato, I need to tell you something," she
said. "In private."
"Sure," Masato said. "Would you excuse us, please, Sasami?"
"Okay," Sasami complied as she galloped out of the kitchen.
Masato turned his eyes back to Kiyone, who took Sasami's seat.
"What is it, partner?" he asked.
Kiyone gathered herself for a few seconds. "I was looking over
some police reports today," she began, "and I came across something."
"What did you find?" Masato asked.
Kiyone took several deep breaths. "I don't know how to break this
to you," she said, her voice sounding upset and agitated.
"What is it?" Masato asked with concern.
Kiyone took several more deep breaths, and then said quickly,
"Masato, your parents are dead."
Disbelief replaced concern on Masato's face. Had he heard what
he just thought he heard? "Dead?" he asked.
"I'm sorry," Kiyone said as she reached across the table and took
Masato's hand.
Masato's eyes fell to the bare table in front of him, a blank look on
his face. "How?" he asked. "What happened?"
"They were... murdered," Kiyone said, emotions nearly choking off
her words.
Masato's eyes snapped back up. "Murder?" he asked in shock.
"But who? Who could have done this?"
Kiyone looked Masato square in the eye. "The Jurai Liberation
Army has claimed responsibility," she said.
Anger instantly flashed in Masato's eyes. He stood up and turned
his back to Kiyone. He seemed to momentarily lose his balance and
leaned against the wall. "Hotaro," he said under his breath.
"There's more," Kiyone said. "The Galaxy Police have reported
that a ship from the Jurai Liberation Army has been sighted on course for
Earth. It's less than three day's travel from here."
"So he's decided to show his face," Masato said. He straightened
up from his leaning position. Even from behind, Kiyone could see
Masato's muscles tense in anger. Masato clenched his hand into a fist, and
with a loud yell swung it around and punched cleanly through the drywall.
Kiyone gasped at the display, and Masato continued to stand with his arm
half through the wall, breathing heavily. "Tell the others what's going
on," Masato said, his voice trembling and a tear running down his face.
"I'm going to prepare."
"Prepare?" Kiyone asked. "What are you going to do?"
Masato removed his arm from the wall and turned around to face
Kiyone. "I'm going to kill Hotaro," he said icily.

Chapter 2: Driving Force

Washu was getting worried. Masato had been training with the
hologram for several hours. She knew that, because of his emotional state,
he would need some extra time to work out some of his aggression, as well
as any other feelings he might be having. However, as Washu brought her
eyes up from her computer terminal and saw an exhausted and bruised
Masato continue to attack his faceless opponent, she could remain silent
no longer. "Masato, maybe you should give it a rest," she said with
concern.
Masato did not even break from his training. "I can do more," he
replied harshly. "Make the program harder."
"Masato, that's the third time you've asked me to do that," Washu
said. "You're already bruised up. Please, just rest for a bit."
"I can do more," Masato repeated with a sneer, and began to give
several kicks to the program.
"Masato, you're going to hurt yourself," Washu pleaded.
"Leave me alone!" Masato snapped. After receiving a dizzying
barrage of punches and kicks from the program, which would invariably
cause more bruises, Masato continued with his attack. Washu shook her
head. She knew that Masato was not mad at her, but still the tone of his
voice was unsettling. Through fights with Kazuhiro and Anero, she had
caught flashes of Masato's fiery anger. However, like a flash, it always
dissipated in a moment; it was never a driving force. Until now. Now it
seemed that rage was all that was holding Masato together, and Washu
feared that very soon even that would not be enough.
"Masato stop this right now," Washu said firmly. "You're taking
this too far."
Despite his intense disapproval of Washu's comment, Masato did
not yell a response at her. Instead, he continued fighting. As he began
once again to go on the offensive, he spoke through gritted teeth. "All my
life, things have been taken from me," he almost growled. "My brother,
my career, my parents. And now Hotaro thinks that he can come here and
take Ayeka away. I've waited my whole life for her, I've cheated death to
be with her, and I'm not going to let anyone take her from me, do you
hear? Hotaro will pay for what he's done! I'll be waiting for him when he
gets here, and I'll break him in half with my bare hands!" Masato cut
loose with a blood-curdling scream of rage as he brought his fist hard into
the featureless face of the hologram. The blow was so powerful that the
program began to flicker and phase out, leaving Masato alone in the ring,
breathing heavily.
Washu paused as she assessed the damage done. "Well, I hope
you're happy," Washu said with a disapproving glare. "You've shorted
out the program. It'll take a long time to bring it back online."
"It's just as well," Masato said as he stepped down from the arena.
"That program wasn't good enough, anyway."
Washu put her hands on her hips. "Well then, why should I bother
rebuilding it?" she asked indignantly and sarcastically.
"My sentiments exactly," Masato deadpanned. "I need something
more challenging."
"I can't just whip up a program like that," Washu protested as she
snapped her fingers. "It takes time, Masato."
"We don't have time," Masato returned. "Besides, I don't want
another program."
"Well, then, what do you plan on doing?" Washu asked, becoming
impatient with Masato's tone.
Masato straightened up and asked, "Where's Ryoko?"

"I still think you're crazy," Ryoko said of Masato as the two faced
each other on the lawn, many of the others gathered on the sidelines to
make sure no one got seriously injured. "Are you sure you want to do
this?"
"Hotaro will be able to take it," Masato said, "so I have to, too."
Ryoko rolled her eyes. "Fine," she said. "What do you want me to
do?"
"Just attack me with everything you think I can handle," Masato
said as he activated his energy sword. "Then attack me with more."
"Masato, this is crazy," Tenchi cut in. "If Ryoko fights you with
that kind of power, you might get hurt."
"That's what I want!" Masato replied hotly. "Either I can take it,
or I can't. Better to find out now than when I'm fighting Hotaro."
"But what if you get hurt?" Kiyone asked. "You'll be no good to
anybody if you're too hurt to fight."
"I'll be no good to anyone if I'm too weak to stand up to Hotaro!"
Masato countered. "Come on, Ryoko. Attack me!"
"Masato, please be careful!" Ayeka shouted.
Masato's eyes shifted reassuringly to her for a brief moment.
Then, just as quickly, his countenance iced over as he shouted, "Attack
me, Ryoko!"
Ryoko reluctantly formed her energy sword and lunged at Masato.
Though badly bruised, Masato fought with a speed and power that Ryoko
had never seen before. According to Washu, he was drawing the bulk of
his energy from pure rage. It was hard for her to believe that a man who
was so friendly and warm could be capable of such turbid emotions.
As Masato pushed Ryoko away from him, he said bitterly, "You're
not trying. I can take more than that. Now come on!"
Ryoko once again attacked, and Masato again easily defended. As
Ryoko backed off, Masato swung his sword lightly and licked her arm
with the blade. Ryoko winced in pain as her hand covered the wound.
She glowered at Masato, who stood with his eyes fixed on her. "If you
don't give me everything you've got right now," he said, "then I'm going
to cut you again. Now fight!"
Ryoko was angry, but more than that she was concerned about
Masato's behavior. It was like he had gone mad. She had never seen nor
dreamed Masato in such a state before. All the warmth he radiated was
replaced with insane inhibition. More for show than for an intent to oblige
Masato, she heaved several small energy blasts at Masato's feet. Masato
nimbly dodged the bulk of them, and blocked the others with the blade of
his sword. When Ryoko finished her attack, Masato stood unscathed. He
smiled. "Not bad," he said, "but we can both do better." With that,
Masato raised his sword high and ran full tilt at Ryoko, a raspy shout
escaping from his throat.
Ryoko heaved some small energy blasts at him, which Masato
promptly deflected by swinging his sword. Never deviating from his
course, the sprinting form of Masato came ever closer to Ryoko, who was
uncertain as to whether he would stop when he came to her. Masato's
eyes showed only intense concentration on his opponent as he continued to
advance, placing a seed of indecision in Ryoko's mind. As he was almost
upon her, she became truly fearful that Masato would take his training too
far. More out of reflex than a desire to hurt Masato, Ryoko powered up a
rather large blast and fired it at Masato.
Masato brought his blade up to block, but the energy from the blast
was too great. The ball of light enveloped him and sent him sprawling.
He yelled in pain as his badly burned form hit the ground and lay still.
Everyone gasped in horror as they rushed to his side. Kneeling beside
Masato, Ayeka questioned hotly, "How could you do this to him, Ryoko?"
"I didn't want to hurt him," Ryoko pleaded. "I just... I... I didn't
know."
"Ayeka, it's okay," Masato said weakly through teeth clenched in
pain. "This is what I asked her to do. It's my fault."
Tenchi shook his head. "I told you this would happen," he said
critically as Washu knelt next to Masato and began to pass her burn-
healing device over his wounds.
His pain relieved, Masato said, "Well, I suppose I deserve an 'I
told you so,' but this means that I only have to train harder."
"Harder than what?" Kiyone asked. "Than this? Will you be
satisfied until you get yourself killed?"
"Nothing is going to kill me, partner," Masato replied. "I'll make
sure of that."
"Well, before you go off and do something stupid like get into a
fistfight with a dump truck," Washu said, "promise me you'll get some
rest."
Masato gingerly sat up. He felt very weak and had a pounding
headache. Maybe he was overdue for some rest. "Okay," he capitulated.
"That'll be enough for today."
"And don't try to do so much next time," Washu continued.
"Because I won't always be there to treat your injuries."
Masato paused for several moments, trying to find the correct
words to explain his position. "I don't expect you to approve of what I'm
doing," he said, "but I hope you at least understand why I'm doing it. I
don't have a death wish, okay? It's just... he... he took my parents away.
That, I do not forgive!" Masato hung his head between his knees and was
having a very difficult time holding back his tears.
Washu sighed. "Get some rest, at least," she said.
"Okay," Masato said as he rose slowly to his feet. Ayeka hurriedly
rushed over and supported him by one arm as everyone made their way
back to the house. According to Kiyone, Hotaro's ship was less than two
days away.

Chapter 3: To the Limit

The next morning, Tenchi stood silently on the balcony, watching
the motionless Masato as he stood before a tall tree. Tenchi had risen with
the sun, but Masato had already taken his stance before then. He hadn't
moved for close to two hours. Tenchi was beginning to wonder if the
death of his parents was too much for Masato to bear. Still, he was afraid
to approach him, fearing that he would become even more upset. So he
decided to wait for Masato to move before he did.
"Tenchi, breakfast is ready!" Sasami called from behind him as she
stepped out on the balcony. Her eyes, too, were drawn to the statue-like
form of Masato. His face was very intense, but his muscles did not so
much as twitch. She stepped up beside Tenchi, and the pair stared. "What
is Masato doing?" she asked.
"I'm not sure, Sasami," Tenchi replied. "He was out here when I
got up. He hasn't moved at all."
Sasami continued to stare, trying to find a reason why Masato
would be standing still in front of a tree. "I'm worried about him," she
said.
"I am, too," Tenchi said. "But, somehow, I think Masato knows
what he's doing."
As if to confirm Tenchi's supposition, Masato suddenly tensed and
yelled loudly as he brought his hand forward. The flat of his palm hit the
trunk of the tree, and Sasami and Tenchi became amazed as an audible
cracking sound drifted across the yard. From where Masato's hand
impacted, chips and splinters flew every which way from the trunk of the
tree, and the top began to sway heavily to one side. With a mighty crash,
the tree toppled, leaving only Masato standing, his palm still extended in
the strike. Awestruck at the sight, Tenchi and Sasami barely noticed as
Masato collapsed to the ground.
Snapped back to reality by Masato's fall, the pair quickly rushed
over to see what had happened. Masato lay still on his back, breathing
heavily. Tenchi spoke first. "How on earth did you do that?" he asked.
"Masato, are you okay?" Sasami asked before he could respond to
Tenchi's question.
Masato did not respond. Though his breathing was returning to
normal, Masato was completely unconscious. With much effort, Tenchi
and Sasami proceeded to bring Masato into the house.

Everyone gathered around the couch where Masato had been
placed. Ayeka lightly swabbed his forehead with a damp washcloth, a
most concerned look on her face. Ryo-ohki was doing her part to speed
along Masato's recovery by gently licking his cheek, hoping to wake him.
"I hope he didn't hurt himself," Ayeka said as she turned to Washu for a
diagnosis.
"He seems to be okay," she said, which sent a sigh of relief through
everyone. "It just looks like something completely drained his energy.
After what Tenchi told me, it isn't surprising. You said he knocked a
whole tree over?"
"In one blow," Tenchi confirmed. "I've never seen anything like
it"
"I didn't know Masato could do that," Sasami said, still amazed at
what she had just witnessed.
"Wow. Maybe his training has paid off, after all," Ryoko said.
"Wait a minute," Kiyone said after a moment. "I think I know
what might have happened."
"Then, what?" Ayeka queried anxiously.
"I remember Masato mentioning something while we were on the
force together," Kiyone began to explain. "He said that he had learned
from one of his martial arts instructors that a person could focus all his
energy into one blow using a form of meditation. But the technique is
dangerous, because it can drain a person's energy completely. If it's not
done right, the person can die."
"He's not going to die, is he?" Ayeka asked, becoming a little
frightened.
"I don't think so," Washu said. "In fact, I suspect he'll be coming
around any minute."
Kiyone looked down at the prostrate form of her former partner.
"This is why his instructor refused to teach the technique to Masato," she
continued. "He was afraid that the strain would kill him. I guess Masato
found some other way to learn it."
"I say that he's lucky he didn't kill himself," Ryoko said. "Believe
me, I know how dangerous it is to use up all of your energy."
"He may have found the proper balance," Washu said thoughtfully.
"He poured most of his energy into one hit, but he left enough in him so
that his body could still function."
"But why did he do that in the first place?" Mihoshi asked.
"After I told him that his parents were murdered," Kiyone said, "he
told me that he was going to kill Hotaro. I think he means to do it. By any
means necessary."
Suddenly, Masato groaned weakly. All eyes shifted to him as his
eyelids began to flicker. Ryo-ohki meowed excitedly as she hopped up to
the top of the couch. His eyes slowly opened, unaccustomed to the light.
He smiled warmly as he saw, there to greet his gaze, the face of Ayeka,
who continued to lean over him. "Are you okay?" she asked softly.
"I must be dead," Masato nearly whispered. "I see an angel."
"Oh, he's fine," Ryoko said with a chuckle as Ayeka returned
Masato's smile.
"We were so worried about you," Sasami said.
"Yeah, you really gave us a scare, partner," Kiyone added.
"It's okay," Masato said as he gingerly sat up. "I'm fine, now."
"That's debatable," Washu said. "Masato, you seem bent on
killing yourself. What do you think you're doing, anyway?"
Ryo-ohki jumped into Masato's lap and meowed softly. Masato
scratched the cabbit behind the ear. "You know why, Washu," Masato
returned. "You all know why."
"Masato, it's not worth it," Ryoko said. "You're only hurting
yourself. Besides, it's not like you're going to be alone; we're here for
you, too."
"I know," Masato said. "And I appreciate that. But I want to go
into this knowing that I've done all that I can."
"There's only so much you can do," Washu said. "You're only
human, you know."
"I guess," Masato said.
Ayeka suddenly stood up. "Everyone, could you leave us alone for
a moment?" she asked. "I want to talk to Masato in private."
"Sure, Ayeka," Tenchi said. After everyone had left the room,
Ayeka took a seat next to Masato on the couch.
"Masato," she said, "I want you to stop."
"Stop what?" Masato asked.
"Stop training," Ayeka said firmly. "You're going to hurt
yourself."
"Ayeka, you don't have to worry about me," Masato said softly.
"I'll be okay."
"You said that yesterday, too," Ayeka pointed out. "And you went
and almost killed yourself this morning."
"Ayeka, I know what I'm doing," Masato insisted.
Ayeka sighed heavily. "Masato, our wedding is less than a month
away," she said. "I don't want my fiance to kill himself before we even
have a chance to get married. Promise me that you'll stop training. Please
promise me." Ayeka looked Masato in his eyes.
"But what am I supposed to do, Ayeka?" Masato asked
desperately. "You know what Hotaro plans to do when he gets here. How
am I supposed to just not prepare?"
"We'll worry about that when it happens," Ayeka said as she
placed her hand on Masato's. "I know we'll beat Hotaro. Trust in
yourself, Masato. Trust in all of us. We've been through so much
together already, and we've come out alright. Why should this time be any
different? For once in my life, I'm not worried. You shouldn't be, either."
Masato thought for a moment about what Ayeka said. Usually,
Ayeka was beside herself with worry over even small details. To not be
worried must mean that she had tremendous confidence in everyone. The
thought of all of them banding together to face their enemy instilled
confidence in Masato, as well. "Okay," he said, "I promise I'll stop
training."
"Thank you," Ayeka said as she hugged him gently. "Besides,
there's so much more that you can do with your time."
"What do you mean by that?" Masato asked.
Ayeka looked Masato squarely in the face and asked, "Do you
realize that we're engaged to be married, and we've never even been out
on a date?"
Masato's forehead wrinkled. "You know, you're absolutely right,"
he said.
"So, I was thinking that, maybe tonight, we could kind of fix that,"
Ayeka half said, half asked.
Masato considered the proposal. He had been very stressed out the
last couple of days, and he was feeling the effects of it. Maybe he needed
something to take his mind off the death of his parents, and of the coming
confrontation. "Alright, sounds good," Masato said enthusiastically. "I
guess I have been acting kind of selfishly lately. But I'll make it up to you.
Tonight, I'm all yours."
"I look forward to it," Ayeka said as she rose to leave. "See you
tonight."

Chapter 4: First Date

As the evening approached, Masato rummaged through his
wardrobe to find the most fitting attire for his first date with Ayeka. He
knew the occasion was special, so he didn't want to dress too casually.
Still, formal attire seemed unnecessary, considering their current situation.
He had to strike a fitting balance between the two. After several minutes
of deliberation, he decided to wear black dress slacks and a light blue
button-down shirt. As he checked himself in the mirror, his hand went to
his neck, where the pendant that Ayeka gave him hung constantly.
Though he normally tucked the charm into his shirt, tonight he would wear
it prominently and proudly on the outside, to underscore the significance
of this special evening.
As he stepped down the stairs, he noticed nearly everyone gathered
in the living room to see him off. As he reached the bottom of the stairs
he theatrically spun around once to showcase his outfit. Ryoko whistled.
"You look really sharp tonight," she said, fanning herself with her hand.
"Thanks, Ryoko," Masato said with a smile, recognizing her subtle
sarcasm.
"You look great," Kiyone said. "How come you never wore
anything like that for me?"
"Well, you never asked," Masato said with a wink. "And, with all
due respect, we were never engaged. Where is Ayeka, anyway?"
"She's still getting ready upstairs," Sasami announced. "She says
that she wants to find the perfect outfit."
"She doesn't need to," Masato said. "She could make anything
look good."
"You're unbelievable!" Ryoko said. "Ayeka's not even in the
room, and you're still flirting with her!"
"It's not flirting when it's the truth," Masato replied.
Ryoko shook her head and chuckled. "You always know just what
to say," she observed. "Tenchi, why don't you ever say anything like that
to me?"
Tenchi rolled his eyes. Masato and Ayeka hadn't even left yet, and
she was already starting. With Ayeka gone for the evening, Ryoko would
invariably be hanging all over Tenchi. As happy as he was for Masato and
Ayeka, he was not looking forward to the evening.
The door to Ayeka's room swung open and everyone looked as she
made her way downstairs. She was dressed in a sleeveless, form-fitting
blue-green dress that, much to the surprise of everyone else, left little to
the imagination. She wore a matching pair of elbow-high gloves, and a
string of pearls around her neck. A small black handbag hung over her
shoulder. She smiled sweetly at Masato as she made her way down the
stairs. "I'm ready for our date, Masato" she said. "What do you think of
my dress?"
Masato was staring, rather impolitely, and his jaw hung open. It
took him a few moments before he collected his thoughts and stammered,
"W-wow." So much for always knowing just what to say.
Ayeka chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment," she said. She
held out her arm. "Shall we go?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," Masato was able to spit out as he hooked his arm
around Ayeka's. "Everyone, we'll see you later."
"Have a great time," Tenchi said as he waved goodbye.
"Have fun, you two," Mihoshi added enthusiastically.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Ryoko added with a sly grin.
"Why do I get the feeling that that wouldn't narrow it down
much?" Masato asked playfully. "We'll see you all later."
After a final round of goodbyes, the pair departed on the short walk
to town. Ryoko watched after them enviously, imagining how happy she
would be if Tenchi took her out on a date. "Well, Tenchi, it looks like it's
just you and me tonight," she said as she sidled closer to him and hugged
his arm. "What's the first thing you'd like to do to me? I mean, with
me?"
Tenchi swallowed hard. Without Ayeka to distract Ryoko, or
Masato to keep her in check, he was at the mercy of the lustful space
pirate. His mind worked furiously to figure out a way to keep Ryoko at
bay, at least until Ayeka and Masato returned. However, his heart sank as
he found his mind a complete blank.
"Not so fast," Sasami said. "Ayeka left me very specific
instructions to keep you from flirting with Tenchi. So, let go!"
"Blast that Ayeka!" Ryoko shouted as she almost threw Tenchi's
arm away in anger. "How come I can't get past her?" Then, an idea
flashed in her mind. She once again took Tenchi's arm. "She didn't say
anything about Tenchi flirting with me, did she?" she asked suggestively.
"Go on, Tenchi; tell me how much you love me."
"Ryoko, please!" Tenchi shouted as he snatched his arm away.
"Oh, come on, Tenchi," Ryoko pleaded. "I know you've wanted to
tell me for a long time. And since Ayeka's not here, you can say anything
you want. Your restraints are gone! Do what you feel, my love!"
"I feel like getting some air!" Tenchi said firmly as he stepped out
on the balcony.
"Let me help you," Ryoko called as she began to float off to follow
him. "Please, Tenchi!"
Sasami sighed and hung her head. She was going to have to be
very diligent if she was going to follow her sister's instructions.

The conversation that Ayeka and Masato had struck up during their
walk to town continued as they sat down in the restaurant. So far, they
were having a grand time discussing the events that had led up to their
engagement, and about their plans for the future. During a short silence in
between the salads and the main course, Ayeka wrung her napkin in her
hands nervously. She wanted to ask a particular question, but was not sure
how Masato would react. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
she queried.
"Go right ahead," Masato smiled as he took a sip of the wine they
had ordered.
"I'm almost afraid to bring it up..." Ayeka trailed off, continuing to
wring the napkin.
"Ayeka, you know you can ask me anything," Masato assured her
with a kind glance. "What is it?"
Ayeka breathed deeply and asked, "Why haven't you ever told me
anything about your parents?"
Masato pursed his lips and propped his chin on his folded hands.
He was not expecting that question.
"Did something happen?" Ayeka asked, trying to at least elicit a
response.
"You might say that," Masato said as he looked at her thoughtfully.
"What was it?" Ayeka asked. "Do you feel okay talking about it?"
"No, I'll tell you," Masato said. Ayeka deserved an explanation.
"When I first started running after the Galaxy Police accident, my parents
were the first people I turned to for help. Unfortunately, the brass from
internal affairs had spoken to them first, and all but convinced them that I
was guilty. When I went to see them, the police were waiting. They had
used my own parents as bait to get me. I barely got away."
"Your parents turned you in?" Ayeka asked.
"Not exactly," Masato explained. "I really don't think they had
much choice in the matter. Still, I couldn't go back to see them, because
the Galaxy Police would expect me to. They'd be watching them like
hawks. So, I had to leave them behind."
"That's terrible," Ayeka said as she stared at the table.
"The last I heard, they had moved out of our house in the country,"
Masato said. "I don't know anything about them after that."
"Did you love them?" Ayeka asked suddenly.
Masato didn't even need to think about his response. "I loved
them a lot," he said. "I still do. I had no choice but to leave them. I wish
I could have gotten to see them again. Just once, you know?"
"Masato, I'm sorry," Ayeka said as she placed her hand on his.
A smile crossed Masato's lips. "Don't worry about it," he said,
taking another sip of wine. "Besides, tonight's not about them; it's about
us."
"You're right," Ayeka said, returning his smile.
The waiter then arrived with their main courses. The conversation
was temporarily halted as the pair sampled their dishes. After a few bites,
Ayeka asked, "How's your sushi?"
"It's very good," Masato said as he swallowed. "How about your
shrimp tempura?"
"It's okay," she said, sounding a bit disappointed. "Not as good as
Sasami's."
"Same here," Masato said with a smirk. "Amazing how we're
eating at a class restaurant, and still missing out."
"True," Ayeka chuckled as she took a swallow of wine. "At least
it's just the two of us tonight."
"That alone makes it worthwhile," Masato said.
"Masato, can I ask you another question?" Ayeka inquired of her
date.
"Sure," Masato said a little cautiously, hoping the question would
not be as involved as the first.
"What was that technique you used this morning to knock down a
tree?" Ayeka asked. "Aside from Ryoko and Jurai, I've never seen power
like that."
"It's a special technique that I researched many years ago," Masato
began to explain. "By using a complex form of meditation, I can actually
will my energy to concentrate and drive itself into an object. This
morning, that tree was my unlucky subject."
"How come you've never used it before?" Ayeka asked.
"Well, it's very draining, both mentally and physically," Masato
said. "It requires an immense amount of concentration and physical
discipline. You saw yourself that just that one blow took everything that I
had."
"Yes, you scared me," Ayeka admitted.
"I was kind of scared, too," Masato revealed. "That was the first
time I had actually used the technique. If I hadn't done it right, it could
have killed me."
"Then why did you even try it?" Ayeka asked, almost scolding.
"I had to make sure I could do it," Masato said. "If I have to, I'll
use it against Hotaro."
"Masato, I'm afraid of what might happen to you if you do that
again," Ayeka said, concern in her features.
"So am I, a little," Masato admitted. "No one has ever used it
more than once."
"Masato, promise me you won't use that technique anymore,"
Ayeka pleaded.
Masato rolled his eyes a little. "Ayeka, you know I can't make that
promise," he said.
Ayeka hung her head. She knew by now that arguing with Masato
on such matters was useless. "Well, then, at least think before you do it,
okay?" she requested.
Masato smiled. "Of course I will," he assured her.
Ayeka nodded satisfactorily. Not wanting to bring down the mood
of the evening, she steered the conversation back to more pleasant matters.
Their conversation continued as such for the remainder of dinner.

Chapter 5: Culmination

Tenchi hurriedly slammed the door of the shrine behind him. For
some reason, Ryoko never followed him in there, so he felt as though it
was his last refuge from his hormonal housemate. In the opposite corner
of the shrine sat Yosho, his legs crossed and leaning over a pot of tea.
"Tenchi, you look tense," he said calmly.
"Well, Ryoko's after me again," Tenchi said. "And without Ayeka
or Masato here, I don't know what to do."
Yosho poured some liquid from the kettle and held the cup out to
Tenchi. "Have some tea," he more commanded than requested. Tenchi
obeyed and took the cup as he took a seat next to his grandfather.
"You know, Tenchi," Yosho said as he poured some tea for
himself, "if Ryoko is bothering you so much, then tell her."
"I don't want to hurt her feelings," Tenchi said. "I mean, I really
care about her. It's just that she can be so... clingy. I mean, is it too much
to ask to have some privacy? At least once in a while?"
"Ask, and ye shall receive," Yosho said. "If you tell her, she'll
understand."
"You really think so?" Tenchi asked in between sips of tea.
"Of course," Yosho said. "Ryoko would do anything for you,
Tenchi. Privacy seems like a relatively small request to me."
"Maybe I should tell her," Tenchi said to himself. "I just hope she
takes it okay."
"She'll be fine," Yosho assured him.
Tenchi stood up to leave. "Thank you for the tea, Grandpa," he
said as he exited.
"Anytime," Yosho called after him.
As he walked down the steps of the shrine, Tenchi nervously
glanced from side to side, afraid that Ryoko would ambush him from
somewhere. Despite his roving eyes, Tenchi was completely surprised
when he heard Ryoko playfully exclaim, "There you are!"
Tenchi glanced in all directions around him, but could see no one.
Suddenly it dawned on him to look up. There, hovering directly above
him, was Ryoko, who smiled sweetly down at him.
"Ryoko, you scared me half to death," Tenchi said firmly.
"I'm sorry," she said as she hovered down to the ground. "I just
wanted to find you."
"What else is new?" Tenchi said under his breath. "Ryoko, we
really need to talk."
"We can talk any time," She said suggestively, inching ever closer
to him. "But how many nights is Ayeka not around, huh?"
"Ryoko, I'm serious," Tenchi said as he lightly pushed her away.
"I need you to give me a little privacy when I want it, okay?"
Ryoko looked like she was crushed. "Are you saying you don't
want to be with me?" she asked, her voice sounding small and pathetic.
"It's not that," Tenchi assured her. "I like being with you.
Sometimes. But other times you can just be a pest."
"I just want to be around you, Tenchi," Ryoko said with sincerity.
"I get lonely when we're apart."
"But you can't possibly need to be with me all the time," Tenchi
hypothesized. "I mean, we both have lives, right?"
"Tenchi, you're my life," Ryoko said as she tucked her hands
behind her back. "All I want is to be with you always. I can't bear to be
away from you. It hurts me, Tenchi."
Tenchi was a bit surprised that Ryoko could have such deep
feelings for him. He knew that she was in love with him, but never had he
dreamed it was to this degree. But, he still felt as though he needed some
privacy; he needed to find a way to keep Ryoko away from him at least for
a little while. He knew of only one proposal, an idea that surprised even
him when he uttered it. "Ryoko," he began, "if I give you a kiss, will you
give me some privacy tonight?"
Ryoko's eyes widened. Never had she expected bashful Tenchi
Masaki to use his lips as a bargaining chip. She was not sure what to say
in response.
"Just a kiss," Tenchi clarified. "Nothing else. Okay?"
"Okay," Ryoko agreed, beginning to tremble slightly.
Tenchi swallowed hard and approached Ryoko, whose face had
established a look somewhere between shock and ecstasy. Fearing that she
might take advantage of the situation, Tenchi shut his eyes tightly as his
lips met Ryoko's.
Much to Tenchi's amazement, Ryoko was surprisingly good about
the kiss. No wandering hands; no excessive moaning; no funny business
with her tongue. Not once did she overstep her boundaries, to Tenchi's
approval. In fact, the kiss was rather... pleasant.
When Tenchi pulled back, he opened his eyes. Ryoko stood with
eyes wide, mouth agape, and cheeks red. Tenchi breathed deeply.
"Remember: privacy," he said.
"Uh huh," Ryoko blurted as she nodded dumbly.
Tenchi nodded his head in approval and walked away, leaving
Ryoko standing stark still on the steps. She attempted to take a few steps,
but her trembling knees gave out from underneath her and she sank to the
ground. She was on her back and gazing into the rapidly dimming sky
when she smiled wide and whispered, "Wow."

As the sun steadily sank behind the buildings, the streets began to
empty. The groups of people that hopped from shop to shop dispersed.
Many friends and family said their goodbyes as they returned to their
homes. However, over all the parting words, the laughter of a certain
well-dressed couple could be heard.
After dinner, Ayeka and Masato strolled aimlessly around town,
window-shopping and conversing. Passing many of the shop windows,
Masato added several items to his personal wish list, vowing to buy them
if he ever got the money for it.
"Once we are married, Masato," Ayeka had told him, "you'll never
need to worry about money again."
"Funny, I didn't even think of that," Masato replied. "I'm not
marrying you for the money that's in the royal treasury, though; you could
be the poorest woman ever, and I would still love you more than all the
money in the universe."
Ayeka smiled and put her head on Masato's shoulder. "You're so
sweet," she said.
The two continued to walk around until they were nearly the only
ones left on the street. Disappointed that the end of the evening was
drawing nigh, Masato said, "It's getting kind of late. Maybe we ought to
head back."
"Are you sure?" Ayeka asked coyly.
"I wish we didn't have to," Masato said as he stared off into the
distance. "This has been such a wonderful evening; I hate to see it end."
"It doesn't have to," Ayeka said suggestively.
"What do you mean?" Masato asked quizzically.
"This afternoon I reserved us a room at the hotel in town," Ayeka
said. "If you like, we can go there now."
Masato thought for a moment. It was unclear to him why the
normally conservative princess would do something so impulsive and
unnecessary. However, he did see it as a perfect opportunity to prolong
his date. "Sure, let's go," Masato said.
"Okay," Ayeka said cheerfully as she hooked her arm around
Masato's and proceeded to lead him in the direction of the hotel.
Upon arriving at the hotel, Ayeka approached the man behind the
desk. "I reserved a room here this afternoon," she told him. "Under Mr.
and Mrs. Masato Kiriyama."
Masato coughed. That was the first time he had ever heard anyone
use that phrase before in his life. Despite the fact that it was his fiancee
that uttered it, he still felt a little uncomfortable. He wasn't ready to hear
that yet. In a few weeks he would, but not today.
"Yes, ma'am, I've got your name right here," the desk clerk said.
He opened a sign-in book and gave her a pen. "Sign here, please."
Masato looked over her shoulder as she signed the book. She signed it
"Ayeka Kiriyama." Masato coughed again.
"Thank you," the desk clerk said as he took the book away. He
handed her a key. "You'll be in room 307. It's on the third floor to your
left."
"Thank you," Ayeka said as she took the key. "Come on, Masato."
She took his hand and led him to the elevator.
The first thing Ayeka did upon entering the room was to call room
service and have them send up a bottle of champagne. As she and Masato
partook of it, Masato glanced around. The room was very luxurious.
Masato wondered how Ayeka could afford it. Usually she was strapped to
pay her portion of the rent at Tenchi's house. "How on earth are you
going to pay for the room?" Masato asked, his curiosity getting the better
of him.
"My father sent me a little money to help me plan for the
wedding," she said with a smirk. "But, I decided to splurge a little."
Masato was shocked at Ayeka's display of impulsiveness. "Good
for you," was all he could think to say. Upon inspecting the room further,
Masato was disappointed to find only one bed. "Rats," he said. "Looks
like I'll take the couch."
Nonsense," Ayeka said. "We can share the same bed. Make
yourself comfortable." She hurriedly drained the remainder of her
champagne glass. "Excuse me, I need to go... freshen up." She stood and
made for the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Masato decided to
take Ayeka's advice and make himself comfortable. He moved to the bed
where he sprawled out and relaxed.
Masato chuckled to himself. "How long have we known each
other?" he asked aloud. "We're engaged, for crying out loud. And this is
only our first date? God, I'm pathetic." Never had he displayed any
proficiency for dealing with the opposite sex, a contributing factor as to
why Masato felt that marrying Ayeka was nothing more than a pipe dream.
He wasn't sure exactly what he had said or done to win her heart, but he
thanked his lucky stars that he somehow buffooned across an answer. His
mind wandered back to the evening that he was spending with her. It was
simply marvelous in its simplicity; no elaborate plans, no involved
activities. Just him and her. He couldn't ask for anything more. He took
a sip of champagne as he heard the bathroom door open.
Ayeka stood in the doorway, an odd smile on her lips. The
revealing dress she had been wearing had been replaced by an even more
revealing blue nightgown. The fabric billowed loosely around her shapely
form, and was so thin as to be nearly transparent. Masato responded to
Ayeka's new attire by promptly spitting his champagne out in a misty
spray, and gawking. "I'm glad you like it," Ayeka said.
Masato was dumbstruck. Where on earth did she get a nightgown?
Then it dawned on him; she snuck it in in her handbag. She was planning
this the whole time. So much for no elaborate plans. As Ayeka began to
slowly saunter towards Masato, he struggled to find something to say.
Some sort of compliment or witty remark to relieve his own tension.
However, he could only stammer, "I, uh... you... holy cow!" The hand that
held Masato's champagne glass began to shake, spilling the liquid in
sparkling droplets on his shirt.
Ayeka snickered lightly. "You look so nervous," she said as she
laid down next to Masato on the bed and placed a hand on his chest.
"Don't be scared. I promise I'll be nice and gentle."
By now Masato was nearly panting. Was he hearing all of this
coming out of Ayeka's mouth? He could have expected something like
this from Ryoko, but certainly not the prim and proper princess of Jurai.
This was unreal. For the first time in a very long while, Masato was
physically unable to speak.
Before Masato could find his voice, Ayeka began kissing him.
Masato was very unsure about how she was behaving, and became even
more unnerved when Ayeka slipped her tongue in his mouth. To say
Masato was not expecting Ayeka to do all this was a gross understatement.
However, overshadowing all the fear and uncertainty in Masato, a
voice in his head spoke up and said, "You idiot! It's Ayeka, your dream
come true! And here you are too scared to do anything about it! Stop
being such a coward. There's nothing to be afraid of. She loves you and
you love her; what else is there?" The voice spoke loudly within Masato,
and it was absolutely right.
Masato closed his eyes and began to kiss Ayeka back as he reached
over and turned out the light.

Chapter 6: A Pressing Matter

"Good morning, Sasami," Tenchi said cheerfully as he came down
for breakfast.
"Good morning, Tenchi," Sasami replied just as cheerfully as she
put the finishing touches on the meal. "You sound like you're in a good
mood."
"I sure am," Tenchi said with a smile. "After spending a nice,
quiet, restful evening by myself, I feel fantastic."
"So Ryoko didn't bother you?" Sasami asked.
"Nope," Tenchi returned. "I... took care of Ryoko."
"Oh," Sasami said, not quite sure what Tenchi meant.
Kiyone and Mihoshi then entered the kitchen. Mihoshi yawned
loudly as she said, "Good morning, everyone."
"Morning, Mihoshi," Tenchi said. "Morning, Kiyone."
Kiyone sat down at the table, and suddenly began to glance
hurriedly around her. "Hey, where's Masato?" she asked. "Isn't he
usually up by now?"
"That's a good question," Tenchi said as he scratched his head.
"Sasami, do you know where Masato and your sister are?"
"Actually, I didn't hear them come in last night," Sasami said.
"I kind of expected that," Washu said as she entered the kitchen. "I
guess they couldn't wait until their wedding night, huh?"
"Washu!" Kiyone scolded. "Please. There's a child present."
"Sorry," Washu snickered. "Just tossing around ideas."
"So Ayeka and Masato didn't come back?" Sasami asked. "Where
could they be?"
"Actually, I overheard her on the phone yesterday afternoon,
talking to someone about a hotel room," Tenchi revealed. "Maybe those
two stayed the night at the hotel in town."
"Boy," Kiyone said under her breath. "I would have expected
something like that from Ryoko, but Ayeka?"
"And you think my mind is dirty?" Washu asked upon hearing
Kiyone's comment.
Even from the kitchen, everyone's attention was turned to the stairs
where Ryoko began to drag her feet noisily down the steps. She was
slouched and yawning loudly. Her eyes were barely open, and dark circles
were underneath them. She looked like she was more tired than when she
went to bed. "Ryoko, you look horrible!" Mihoshi said, abandoning all
tact as per usual.
"Yeah, Ryoko," Sasami agreed, "you look like you didn't sleep at
all last night."
"Actually, I didn't" Ryoko replied. "I couldn't."
"Why not?" Tenchi asked. "Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong," Ryoko assured him. "I was just thinking,
that's all."
"About what?" Tenchi asked.
"About... stuff," Ryoko responded.
Everyone nodded. The other girls assumed that she was
preoccupied with the impending arrival of Hotaro. Tenchi knew better. "I
see," he said. "Ryoko, can I talk to you in the other room?"
Ryoko's face perked up. "Okay," she said as she followed Tenchi
out of the kitchen.
Once the two were alone, Ryoko spoke first. "Before you say
anything, Tenchi," she said hurriedly, "I just want to tell you that I can't
get that kiss you gave me out of my head. It's all I've thought about since
last night. To be honest, I'm still not sure if it was real or just some
wonderful dream. I need you to kiss me again, Tenchi. Just so I know that
it's real. Please, kiss me."
Tenchi sighed and cast his eyes to the floor. "That's kind of what I
wanted to talk to you about," he said. He paused for a few moments to
find the right words. "Ryoko, I wasn't really sure how to handle you when
you were chasing after me last night. I thought that, if I gave you
something you wanted, you'd give me something I wanted. But, the more
I thought about it, the more I realized that kissing you wasn't a good idea.
I know how much it must have meant to you, and I'm afraid it didn't have
the same significance for me. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I may
have given you the wrong idea, and I'm sorry."
Ryoko looked puzzled. "Are you saying that you kissed me just to
get rid of me?" she asked.
"I made a mistake," Tenchi pleaded. "I realize that it wasn't the
right thing to do. I'm really sorry."
Tenchi expected Ryoko to run off crying, or become unbelievably
angry. However, Ryoko just stood across from him, thinking hard about
what she had just been told. It would have been easy for her to get upset,
and she was. However, it was not because of what Tenchi did; she was
upset with herself for the way she had been acting. For Tenchi to do
something so selfish, she must have been a tremendous bother. Tenchi
wouldn't have toyed with her like that unless she had been too aggressive
and backed him into a corner. Tenchi had no choice but to hurt her
feelings. "Tenchi," she began softly, "do you regret kissing me?"
"I regret why I kissed you," Tenchi answered.
"You didn't answer my question," Ryoko said. "Do you regret
kissing me?"
Tenchi's cheeks flushed red as he scratched the back of his head.
"I can't say, really," he said.
"You can't, or you won't?" Ryoko queried.
"I can't," Tenchi responded. "I really don't know."
"Would you like to find out?" Ryoko asked, coming closer. "I
could kiss you now. There's no one around. Just a quick kiss."
"No, Ryoko," Tenchi said quietly but firmly.
Ryoko backed off, realizing that she was acting just the way that
Tenchi didn't want her to. "I'm sorry," she said submissively. "I forgot."
"Ryoko, you have to understand that I really do like you," Tenchi
said. "I would do anything for you. But I'm just not ready to be the
dashing, romantic guy you want me to be. I hope you understand."
"Of course I understand," Ryoko said with a slight smile. "I
promise I'll behave from now on."
"Ryoko, I don't want you to change," Tenchi said. "I like you just
the way you are. But I do enjoy being by myself sometimes, okay?"
"Oh, okay," Ryoko said. "Just say the word, and I'll leave you
alone. I promise."
Tenchi smiled. "Ryoko, I'm glad you're okay with this," he said.
"Thanks for understanding. Now, I don't know about you, but I'm
starving. Let's get some breakfast."
As the pair began to walk towards the kitchen, Ryoko asked
sweetly, "Can I sit next to you?"
Tenchi smiled again. "Of course," he said.

Midway through breakfast the door opened and Ayeka and Masato
walked in. They were both smiling wide, and talking quietly and giggling
to each other. Ayeka's dress was wrinkled, and Masato's shirt was
untucked. She kissed him on the cheek and scampered upstairs, leaving
Masato to stroll into the kitchen. "How is everyone this morning?" he
asked very cheerfully.
"We're okay," Kiyone said. "Where were you last night?"
"We were on a date," Masato said with a smile.
"Yeah, but where?" Kiyone asked.
"Well, we went to a restaurant first," Masato said. "Then we
walked around town for a little while, and then we spent the night at a
hotel."
"Really?" Ryoko asked suggestively. "And what, pray tell, were
you doing at a hotel?"
"Well, we talked for a little while, and decided to sleep late."
Ryoko looked around at the faces that were trained on Masato, and
realized that he would feel very uncomfortable discussing his evening with
the group. She hovered from her chair, grasped Masato's arm tightly, and
led him into the other room. She sat him down on the couch and took a
seat next to him. She was determined to find out from Masato what she
already expected to be true. "Alright, Cassanova," she began, "tell me
everything. And don't spare the details."
"What's to tell?" Masato asked. "We had a great time, that's all."
"Did you sleep with her?" Ryoko asked eagerly.
"Ryoko!" Masato scolded. "Get your mind out of the gutter!"
"Did you sleep with her?" she asked again, grinning slyly.
Masato held his breath. Despite the fact that Ryoko was his best
friend, Masato was hesitant to reveal such personal information. Besides,
it seemed as though Ryoko had figured out what had happened well
enough on her own. Masato exhaled and turned his face away, his cheeks
reddening steadily.
Ryoko gasped excitedly; Masato's silence was the only answer she
needed. "You stud!" she blurted. "I didn't think you had it in you!"
"Well, she started it," Masato said, as if to justify himself.
"You're kidding!" Ryoko said. "Princess Prude seduced you?"
"What, you think I could do something like that?" Masato replied.
"She caught me completely off-guard."
"Masato, you don't have to explain yourself," Ryoko said as she
took his hand. "I'm happy for you."
"Could you kind of keep this low-key?" Masato asked. "I really
don't want the whole house knowing about this."
"Oh, trust me, we know," Ryoko said with a smile.
"Great," Masato said as he rolled his eyes.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with it," Ryoko said. "You're going
to be married in a few weeks. It was going to happen sooner or later."
"I guess," Masato said. He took a second look at Ryoko and
noticed the circles under her eyes. "Did you sleep last night?"
"Not really," Ryoko chuckled. "I was thinking about..."
"About what?" Masato asked.
Ryoko smiled broadly and said, "Last night Tenchi kissed me."
Now it was Masato's turn to hang on Ryoko's every word. "He
kissed you?" he asked, wide-eyed. "What happened?"
"Actually, he did it just to get me off his back for the evening,"
Ryoko revealed.
"Oh," Masato said, wondering why Tenchi would do such a thing.
"Were you bothering him too much?"
"Apparently," Ryoko said. "But we reached an understanding, and
I'm okay with it."
"Well, that's good," Masato said.
"Masato, please don't tell Ayeka about this," Ryoko requested.
"I'm afraid that she might get really upset with Tenchi."
"I don't think you really have to worry about that," Masato replied.
"But if it makes you feel better, then I promise I won't tell her."
"Thanks," Ryoko said as she smiled appreciatively. She chuckled
again and shook her head. "So you and Ayeka, huh?" she asked playfully.
"Good for you."
"I wasn't planning on it, in case you thought so," Masato
explained. "But Ayeka is just... extraordinary."
Ryoko nodded. "You know," she said thoughtfully, "she really is."

Chapter 7: Preparation

Kiyone knocked lightly on Masato's door, despite the fact that it
was already open. "Can I come in?" she asked.
"Sure," Masato responded as he buckled a belt into place. The belt
contained both his holstered blaster and his energy sword.
Kiyone swallowed. "I know I shouldn't be asking you this," she
began hesitantly, "but are you sure you want to fight Hotaro?"
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," Masato
responded immediately.
"I spoke to Ryoko," Kiyone said. "She said that she's more than
willing to fight. With a power like that on our side, we'll win for sure."
"What are you trying to tell me?" Masato asked, knowing there
was more to Kiyone's words than simple reassurance.
"All I'm saying is," Kiyone said, "that, if there's any doubt in your
mind whether you should fight or not, you don't have to. We'll be able to
take care of everything."
Masato stared at Kiyone expressionlessly for several moments.
"You of all people," he finally said, "should know that I have a much
bigger stake in this than any of you do. Kiyone, this man killed my
parents. He tried to have both my fiancee and my soon-to-be sister killed.
And God knows who else he's killed. He has to be stopped. And I fully
intend to be the one who stops him."
"Masato, you're missing my point," Kiyone said. "As much as you
might not want to admit it, you don't stack up to Hotaro nearly as well as
Ayeka, Ryoko, and Tenchi do. If you fight with him, there's a good
chance you'll get hurt. Maybe worse."
"Then you let me worry about that," Masato replied stoically. "I
know you don't want to see me get hurt, partner, but this is something I've
thought long and hard about. Alone, I probably can't beat Hotaro. But
with your help, I know we'll put an end to him for good. This is
something I need to be a part of."
Kiyone nodded understandingly; there was that tendency of
Masato's not to back down from a fight. "I've lost you two times
already," Kiyone said as she put a hand on his shoulder. "I promise I
won't let it happen again. We'll be there for you, Masato. We all will."
Masato smiled. "Thanks, partner," he said. "We can do this."
"Yes, we can," Kiyone said, returning Masato's smile. "If the
Galaxy Police reconnaissance reports are correct, then Hotaro will be here
in a few hours."
Masato turned to the door to leave. "Well, then, let's get ready to
meet our guest," he said rather coldly.

On the balcony, the group stood in silent readiness, awaiting the
arrival of Hotaro's ship. Ayeka stood close to Masato's side, dressed in
full battle regalia. Tenchi and Yosho were dressed similarly. Masato was
surprised that Yosho had elected to fight. Masato wondered what Yosho
had to gain by fighting Hotaro.
"He must pay for the crimes he has perpetrated against my people,"
Yosho had said. "He is a cancer to Jurai that must be thoroughly wiped
out. I shall stand with you until the end." Masato did not argue; he was
happy to have the help of another Juraian swordsman.
Masato squinted his eyes under the high afternoon sun. This was
it. Ever since Hotaro had sent Kazuhiro to try and kidnap Ayeka, Masato
knew that, someday, he would have to face Hotaro. Over the course of
Masato's residence at the Masaki household, Hotaro served to fan the
flames of hatred that burned within him by sending an assassin after
Sasami, and finally by murdering his own parents. Through the many
battles he had fought, Masato had proven time and time again that bad
things happen to those who would dare cross him. And, since Hotaro
decided to make the matter personal, Masato was extremely pissed off.
Ayeka leaned closer to Masato. "Remember when I told you that I
wasn't worried?" she asked softly. "Well, I think I am, a little. I'm
worried that something horrible might happen to you."
"I promise you that this is the last time you'll ever have to worry
about me, Ayeka," Masato assured her. "I've had it with fighting. This is
the last time. But so help me, I'm going to make it count."
"That's right," Ryoko said enthusiastically. "That rat bag Hotaro
doesn't stand a chance against us!" From the top of Sasami's head, Ryo-
ohki meowed in agreement.
"After this, there's only you and me," Masato said warmly to
Ayeka. "We'll get married in a few weeks, raise a family, and live out our
days in peace."
"That's all I would ever want in the world," Ayeka replied.
"Look!" Mihoshi shouted as she pointed her finger skyward.
Everyone looked up and noticed a glow in the bright sky which
seemed to get bigger. Eventually, the outline of a ship could be seen as it
slowly approached the ground. The craft finally touched down on the
lawn, leaving a profound silence to envelop the scene as the engines died.
Everyone tensed as they made their last mental preparations for the battle
to come. Masato clenched his teeth and made a tight fist.
"He's here," Masato said.

To Be Continued...