(Disclaimer: Tenchi Muyo and all characters of Tenchi Muyo (i.e. Ryoko, Washu, Ayeka, . . .) are owned by AIC and Pioneer. Laguna is owned by Squaresoft. I do not own the right to them nor do I have their permission to use them. [So don't tell them I did!] Chris Storm, Genesis, “The American Dream” C.D. Oliver, and Poe are a trademark of WWA-Web Wrestling Association- wrestling and copyright of Jerrod Yance Darson. All ideas and extra characters are fully fictional and not meant to be copied. If a character or idea is similar to one of yours e-mail me with a copy from the story about the problem with a copy of your work. Don't sue me because all you will get is my bills. I am a poor white writer that lives on bread and milk. It's sad but true. I don't make money from this or e-feds and e-wrestling. In fact I don't want anyone to sue me for anything I do. Just hit me in the stomach or something. That would be better.)
(It’s evening time and it’s a rare day for this little group of friends we have all came to know. For once, everyone is getting along and in a good mood. Part of the reason lays on the fact that two of them will soon be in marital bless. The brown haired and built, Chris Storm and the cyan haired space pirate, Ryoko. At this moment, the couple is sitting together with Ryoko’s head resting on Chris’ chest. They are outside enjoying life together. Inside the house though, is the rest of the family. The hero and overly nice gentleman, Tenchi Masaki is training with his grandfather, the runaway prince of Juria, Katsuhito. The Jurian princesses are talking among themselves about with and that as Sasami, the younger of the two, is petting Ryo-Ohki, the little cabbit. Inside her lab as usually, Washu, the greatest genus in all the universe is busy working on her next greatest invention. She tightens a bolt on the large metallic structure that reaches the highest of her lab and takes a step back.)
Washu: It’s almost done. Soon my greatest invention will be completed! I will be able to create my own universe to study and run experiments on! Only a genus as smart as I, could do something like this.
Mihoshi: Do what? Ouhh. . . what does this big machine do?
Washu: Don’t you dare touch a single thing! I will kill you if you damage my newest invention. This thing is so unsteady at it’s current state that I don’t know what would happen if something was to damage it. So stay at least 10 ft. away from it at all times!
Mihoshi: Ok can do! I just wanted to tell you that dinner is almost ready.
Washu: Ok I will be there is in just a minu. . .
(Before Washu can finish what she wanted to say, Mihoshi turns around and bumps into a large beam. The beam shakes back and forth. Washu runs and catches it, steadying it.)
Mihoshi: That sure was close. Here let me give you a hand.
(Mihoshi moves in to help Washu, but instead trips and bumps into her causing Washu to lose the beam. The beam falls over and lands on the machine. Washu tries to let out a scream but a white light from the machine consumes her before the sound can come outside.)
Chris: *looking into Ryoko’s eyes* Soon we will be married. That sounds weird saying it.
Ryoko: What’s so weird about that? I like the sound of it.
Chris: Me too, it’s just. . . I don’t know. It’s just our lives seem to be in twined with each other. We was brought together as children, me to protect you, and you to be protected. Then we was separated from each other and some how ended up together. Now after all we have been through together, we are in each other’s arms. I’m just wondering if all this would have turned out the same if we had not known each other. If we was strangers, would we have fell in love?
Ryoko: I think so. I love you Chris, you love me. I don’t think anything can keep us apart know that we are together.
(Chris hugs her softly. His thoughts are soon cut away from her. He senses the danger from what just happened.)
Ryoko: *concerned* What is it Chris?
(Chris covers her to try and protect her but the white light consumes both of them anyways. Chris is helpless to try and stop it. Moments later that feel like a life time, Chris opens his eyes again. The comfortable place he called home for years is gone. Replaced is a weird room. But for some reason it feels inbred to his memory.)