TENCHI MUYO: Spirit of the Radio
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<note: the song on the radio that Ryoko is listening to is "The Lonely 
Moon" from the Tenchi Muyo OAVs, sung by Ai Orikasa>
 
    Sasami moaned restlessly in her sleep as she dreamed in strange images
of goddesses and rats. The dream had come upon her three times that week
and always it was the same, she was sleeping against something soft and 
furry and then would wake to find herself lying upon a dead rodentine figure.
She would scream within the dream and begin to run, finding herself in 
darkness. Then, she would run into the arms of a beautiful goddess and she
would feel safe at first. But then the goddess would laugh; always the same
hideous, mirthless laughter. Sasami would become frightened and try to get
away, but the goddess would hold her firmly and would not let go. Finally,
she would break free and run again, towards a spectral image that awaited
her. It was the same rodentine figure as before, only this time she wasn't
afraid of him and she would invariably run toward him. The dream always
ended with the rodentine figure firing an energy blast of some kind, but
Sasami could never tell if it was meant to hit the goddess or herself.
    Ayeka woke Sasami. "What's wrong?"
    "I had that dream again." Sasami replied. "The one about the rat."
    "It's all right, Sasami." Ayeka said.
    But she wasn't so sure...
 
 
    Ryoko switched the radio on as she did her morning chores. Some 
classical musician was playing the mandolin.
    "Arrgh!" She exclaimed, switching it over to the rock and roll
channel she prefered. She knew perfectly well who'd switched it. "Damned
Youshou." she complained.
 
    <o/~...I can feel you circle my heart...o/~>
 
    Ryoko went on sweeping, smiling. She loved that song and wanted it to
be played at her and Tenchi's wedding someday.
 
    <o/~...knowing you don't want me to...o/~>
 
    Ryoko dumped the sweepings into the trashbin and returned just as the
last note finished on the song.
 
    The regular morning DJ cheerfully announced the name of the song and
went into his usual inane chatter. 
 
    <"Case #80812029">
 
    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.