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TENCHI MUYO: Sprit of the Radio
By Karmin St. Jean

 


TENCHI MUYO: Spirit of the Radio -------------------------------- Ryoko dumped the sweepings into the trashbin and returned just as the last note finished on the song, annoyed that she'd missed the final chorus. The regular morning DJ cheerfully announced the name of the song and went into his usual inane chatter. Suddenly, however, a different voice, deep and rich, with a slight gruffiness to it that sounded all too familiar to Ryoko cut off the DJ's chatter. Ryoko dropped the vase she had picked up to dust under and it broken into a dozen fragments. She spun around, trying to find the source of the voice, knowing damned well who it was. Then she remembered, he was dead. She also remembered that that had been Tenchi's favorite vase. "Huh?!" Washuu's eyebrows went up as the radio signal she was monitoring from Tokyo Tower suddenly spiked. She checked her readings, but there was only that singular instance, otherwise, all seemed as normal as ever. -Chapter 2- That Saturday, Tenchi, Ryoko, and Ayeka went to the carrot fields to pull up a fresh crop (most of which would get eaten by Ryo-ohki) while Sasami tended to her chores. Sasami was cutting up the leeks and other vegetables for lunch, hoping that *this* time the others would bring the carrots home in time, when she heard a door open. "Its about time you got here." She scolded. "The stew is getting ruined." She turned to take the carrots, but instead of Tenchi or one of the others, she saw the face of the goddess she'd seen in her dreams. Lady Tokimi laughed, coldly, as she picked Sasami up by the collar. The laughter continued as she vanished with Sasami, leaving behind a message, using an ancient runic script only Washuu would be able to decipher. * * * * * "Whew!" Tenchi wiped his brown. "This is hard work. You two coming along okay?" He looked around and saw that Ryoko and Ayeka had long since dropped their work in favor of their favorite pastime... Fighting. "He's mine I tell you!" Ryoko insisted. "He is not." Ayeka also insisted. "He belongs to me!" "I was already part of his life when you showed up and stuck your ugly little pig nose into our lives." Ryoko argued. *Ugly?!* Ayeka face turned beet-red and she balled her hands up into fists. "What did you just call me?" "Uh.... girls?" They both glared at Tenchi, who wisely decided to back off... * * * * * At the same time, Ryo-ohki had gone into the kitchen back at Tenchi's house to get some carrots. She looked around, but Sasami wasn't around. She sniffed. Something was wrong, but she wasn't sure what. She saw the note and was compelled to pick it up. She hopped toward the wall and waited for a second until the portal to Washuu's lab opened up. Then she slipped inside. * * * * * Ayeka and Ryoko faced each other. This would be it, one of them would win and the other would bow out of Tenchi's life forever. If she didn't, the other would make sure she did. They raised their powers against each other, lightning flashed in their eyes, as they faced each other. "Sasami's gone!!!" This revelation caused Ayeka and Ryoko to spin around, their quarrel suddenly forgotten in light of this new development. "What?!" Ayeka gasped. Washuu caught her breath. "What do you mean she's gone?" Ayeka demanded. "I found this note." Washuu told her. Ayeka grabbed the note. "I can't make this out." She complained. "What does it say? Tell me!" "It says that Lady Tokimi has abducted Princess Sasami and if we want her back, I must meet with her." "So go meet with her. That seems simple enough." Ayeka argued. "Shows what you know." Ryoko snorted. "Lady Tokimi happens to be..." she faltered and turned to Washuu. "Who *is* Lady Tokimi anyhow?" Washuu shrugged. "All I know is she sent Dr. Clay to bring me to her the first time and now she's trying to lure me to her using Sasami." "You *are* going to rescue Sasami aren't you?" Ayeka asked. "Me?" Washuu smiled. "Nope." Ayeka's face fell. "We can't just leave her there!" "She'll be fine." Washuu told her. "You'll see." Ayeka suspected Washuu was teasing her, maybe trying to alleviate some of her tension. Ryoko switched on the radio when they got home, turning it to her normal channel, since Yousho had, again, switched it on her. "Turn that damned radio off." Ayeka said, reaching for the radio. "I'm listening for something." Ryoko told her, slapping her hand away. The two 'women' began to snarl. "Huh?!" Ayeka turned to the radio. "You heard it, too?" Ryoko asked. "Of course I heard it." Ayeka clipped. "But how would a radio station disc jockey know about the Galaxy Police or the House of Jurai." "I don't think it *is* a disc jockey." Ryoko told Ayeka. "I think our radio is possessed." "WHAT?!!" "Calm down." Mihoshi said from the couch where she'd been napping all day. "Its probably nothing to worry about." She wished they'd stop arguing so she could nap in peace. "The last time we had a monster loose in the house we spent all day repairing the damage!" Ayeka pointed out. "We don't have time to chase one now. We have to find Sasami." "Sasami's gone?" Mihoshi gasped. "EEK!" "How come you didn't hear anything?" Ayeka asked suspiciously. "She was probably sleeping on the job as usual." Ryoko accused. "I'm sorry, Ayeka..." Mihoshi said, in alarm, suddenly burst into fresh tears. That spike again. A little longer this time. A little clearer. And this time, Washuu noticed another factor, a spike in Ryoko's brainwave pattern, as if the source was one familiar to her. "Hmmmm." Washuu decided to ask her daughter about it. Ayeka and Mihoshi were cowering from the radio as if it were possessed while Ryoko made eerie sounds and walking toward them with it. "Ryoko!" Ryoko nearly dropped the radio, but made a mad scramble and caught it. "Whew!" She said, aloud. "That's Tenchi's favorite radio. Can't let it get broken." But there was another reason... * * * * * Sasami sat in a rather nice room looking rather lonely. There was a small basin nearby, filled with water to wash her face in. She went to it and looked in, seeing the comforting reflection of Tsunami looking back up at her. But it was *only* a reflection. The spirit that was Tsunami could not reach her here. "You needn't worry, young one." Lady Tokimi told her. "Your friend, Washuu, will come soon enough." * * * * * The little radio looked out of place hooked up to Washuu's gadgets. "Now, let's see if we...." Ryoko listened as it went on. It was the conversation she'd had with the Galaxy Police Operative the night before he had died... well, his half of it at any rate. But why? "Why is this happening?" Ryoko asked, aloud. "Who is that?" Tenchi asked. "A Galaxy Police Operative." Ryoko replied. "Strange creature that was." "Creature?" Tenchi thought. "Not a rat of some kind?" "Yes," Ryoko replied. "Why? Did you see him?" Tenchi remembered the incident at Tokyo Tower. "Yes. Part of him anyhow. Kain killed him at Tokyo Tower." "Aha!" Washuu cried out triumphantly, snapping her fingers. "That's it! When he died at Tokyo Tower, obviously he wasn't finished his work here, so he tried to remain. He must've used the soundwaves at the Tower as an anchor. "So he's been there all this time?" Ayeka asked. "Most definitely." Washuu nodded. "Then why are we only hearing him now?" "Lady Tokimi's proximity must've affected the soundwaves." Washuu concluded. "Her transdimensional energy must be the key. As long as she's where she is now, we should be able to reach him." "Miss Washuu." Ayeka reminded her. "Shouldn't you be trying to rescue Sasami?" "I told you," Washuu reminded her, "*I'm* not going to rescue Sasami." "Then who is, Little Washuu?" Tenchi asked, concern filling his voice.

 

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