[Warhammer comes out of the light.]

WH: Uhg. I can't believe I am starting ANOTHER fanfic. I must be
crazy!


Teknos Warhammer presents

The Balance 

Part 2

A Tenchi muyo fic
Written by Christian Clark

As the day began, Mihoshi woke up happily and as perky as always. In her 
haste to get ready, she never really did notice that Kiyone wasn't 
stirring at all. 

  	"Kiyone... are you ok?" she asked. Pulling the sheets off her best 
friend's head. Her question was answered as she saw Kiyone totally 
flushed and soaked with sweat. 

 	Feeling Kiyone's forehead, Mihoshi realized that her friend was sick. 
At that time, her partner began to stir. 
"Mi..Mihoshi? What time is it?" She asked groggily. In response, Mihoshi 
gently pushed her back to the ground.

"Oh no you don't. You're too sick and I'm not going to let you get any 
worse." With that, she got out a few medicines for her partner to take. 

 	"I gotta go now, but once I get to work, I'll tell them you're sick 
and might not be in for a while. Once I get back, I'll do my best to 
take care of you Kiyone. See ya." Mihoshi said walking out the door.  

Kiyone blinked a few times and didn't know whether to feel better or 
worse. Yet, she started to smile after her partner and whispered, "You 
may be an idiot Mihoshi, but your heart's in the right place. Thank 
you." 

Then, as if her stomach was being assaulted internally by small bombs, 
she doubled over in pain. 

Going as quickly as she could, she charged into the bathroom and let 
loose the unpleasant fluids that decided to come out from her mouth. 

Her eyes widened at what she saw. The bile she threw up was a diluted 
tar-ish substance. It was all black. She ran back to the phone and 
dialed the number to the Masaki home.

"Hello? Ryoko, please, just get Washu quick! Hello, Washu? Yes, can you 
come over here please? It's urgent!" 

Within seconds, her front door was replaced with a door to Washu's lab. 
She came barreling through to see Kiyone griping her stomach. She also 
noticed the residual black substance on Kiyone's face.

A few minutes later, Washu was able to place the hurting police officer 
in a bacta tank and get a more thorough look at her. Staring at the 
screen beside the tank, Washu started several more tests on the dormant 
woman inside. 

Washu's eyes closed at the results. It was just as she feared. Kiyone 
was now the current host for Dark Raven. But looking through her family 
line, there was absolutely no sign of it. Holding her chin with her 
hand, she wondered if it the harbinger of Chaos chose it's hosts at 
random. 

Either way, if the Raven were to awaken now, that bacta tank wouldn't do 
much good. She recalled the last time the Raven showed up. It made the 
incidents with Kain seem minuscule. Washu had no choice. 

Picking up a small box from the ground by one of her machines, she 
opened the box to reveal a tool she hoped she never had to use. A 
syringe, filled with cyanide. 

Walking up to the tank, she wondered how everyone was going to take her 
death. Tenchi, Mihoshi, and Sasami would be hurt the most. Ayeka and 
Ryoko were too busy with their meaningless quarrels about Tenchi to even 
get to notice her. 

Looking up, she saw the motionless Kiyone Makibi, not even aware that 
her existence would bring pain and misery. It was the only way to keep 
the Raven out. 

Elsewhere, another figure noticed the goings on. The woman in the 
darkness turned around to the only attendant. The second of the two 
servants nodded and vanished. 

The figure returned to the viewing and narrowed its eyes. If the servant 
could get there in time, all would not have been for nothing. 

After draining the tank, Washu took Kiyone's limp arm and prepared to 
inject the lethal substance. Washu took a final look at her friend 
before choosing the place where the poison would be most effective.

She paused. Why was she doing this? Because the probable lives of 
countless lives depended on the death of a single innocent woman. Why 
was she holding back? Because she did care for Kiyone as a friend and 
knew that she would be missed by her friends. 

Yet, was the life of a single person good enough to let be when 
countless others would die? Washu shook her head and found the vein 
where the cyanide and brought the needle to bear. 

She never got as far as past the skin as a foreign hand grabbed her 
wrist with an inhuman strength. She looked up to see a rather tall and 
well toned woman, garbed in white armor and a red bodysuit. Her blond 
hair, in the process of graying, hung down to the small of her back, 
which made her dark red eyes stand out.

The woman threw Washu away from the unconscious Kiyone and when the 
scientist was out of the way, picked up her objective. The stranger 
vanished into a dark blue light that came from nowhere. Holding Kiyone 
all the while. 

Getting up from the rubble, Washu looked about her person to see the 
syringe didn't get her. Seeing that she was alright, she looked to where 
the stranger vanished. And wondered. 

No normal person could get into her subspace lab without using one of 
the trap laden doors. Unless...

"Iczer."

The only race of beings capable of getting into and out of subspace was 
the child of the Cuthuwulf. The Iczer. This was definitely a problem. 
Washu had no idea that the Iczer worked with Chaos. It seemed unnatural. 
They were guardians, not killers. Unless they were renegades. And that 
was even less likely. 

<Either way, it looks like the crap's gonna hit the fan� or something 
like that.> Washu mused as she started to clean up. 

*************************************************

	When Kiyone could last recall, she was being put in Washu's bacta tank 
for examining after she was feeling horrible. At that time, she felt 
like several plasma bombs were going off in her head all at the same 
time. She brought her hand to her head and rubbed her right temple, 
hoping to ease some of the pain. 

	"Allow me." A decidedly male voice said from the darkness. She felt a 
pair of hands gently place themselves on each side and felt a warm 
sensation course through her body. 

Kiyone opened her eyes to see that she was on a small bed, underneath a 
glass window that had a clear view of space. The room she was in was 
relatively small, undecorated, save for the bed, but cozy. She could 
only see the glass window wall and ceiling that led to the star studded 
outside. From what she could tell, the sheets on the bed she was laying 
on, were made of old Earthen silk, a rarity in space. 

Another rarity, was the clothes she was wearing. Although it was a 
simple gray shirt, it could have been called a tunic too. The style by 
which the fabric held was somewhat similar to the Chinese style of 
dress. Only the fabric that hung at the bottom, was draped over the pair 
of oversized gray shorts that seemed a bit snug at the waist. What made 
these clothes rare was that they were made of the same fabric as the 
sheets.

Above her, she saw what could pass as a very beautiful woman, but 
figured that since the voice from before was male, this was most likely 
a man. Even though, the delicate jawbone, the forest green hair, the sea 
blue eyes, and the lean physique would have said otherwise. 

Her suspicions were confirmed when the person spoke, "Do you feel any 
better, my lady?"

Such a statement made Kiyone blink, she had never been called anything 
more than a detective. But that wasn't the issue. What was, is that she 
recalled being in Washu's lab last. Not� where ever this place was. 
Recalling that the effeminate man's question, she nodded. The man smiled 
and left her in the bed with the silken sheets. 

	From what she could see, the man was garbed in a white bodysuit with 
ocean blue striping going down the center of his body. The suit was also 
covered with white pauldrons, breastplate, gauntlets, hip pauldrons, and 
boots. On the edge of every plate was colored the same as his hair 
color. 

	Before she could ask any questions, he was gone. 

	Throwing off the covers, she walked to the darkness where the man 
vanished and found herself walking straight into a wall she never saw. 
Gripping her nose, she growled at being left in the dark. Literally!

*************************************************

	"What do you mean Kiyone's gone!!" Mihoshi screamed in fear, holding 
Washu's collar, much to the scientist's chagrin. 
	
"Yes, now if you'll let me go, I can get to the rest of the information 
I have!" the super genius growled. Past the verge of tears, Mihoshi 
watched Washu, hoping there was something good. 

	"Well, when Kiyone called me this morning, I found an unusual substance 
that she apparently threw up and�"

	"Eww, Why did you tell us that Kiyone threw up?" Whined Mihoshi. 

	Resisting the oh so powerful urge to strangle Mihoshi, Washu continued, 
"�the substance that it was is a combination of several extremely 
obscure elements. Mostly those that don't even have that much of a 
half-life. In fact, the most powerful one, Velandrium, is an element 
that has absolutely no half-life at all."

	Blinking, Tenchi raised his hand, recalling the lessons from his 
physics class, "Wait, how can an element exist if there's no half-life?" 

	Smiling with a grin that even the devil wouldn't trust, Washu replied 
smugly, "It can, if it's shrunk small enough to a point where there's NO 
outside interference from the present world about it. In fact, I would 
estimate that it's even below the sub-atomic level.

	"But I digress. The elements used in this tar-like substance tends to 
activate intangible power sources that can be passed through the areas 
that most life goes through without being detected.

	"In other words. Latent power waking up."

	With thinning patience, Ayeka stood up and asked, "This is nice and all 
Ms. Washu, but would be so kind and get to the point!"

	A large barrel met Ayeka's face and at the other end of the three meter 
cannon, Washu asked childishly, "Now, did I ever say to call me 'Ms.'? 
Remember, it's 'Little' Washu."

	Everyone gave Ayeka a glare that said 'do what she says or she'll get 
us after we get you'. So, buckling under the pressure, Ayeka stepped 
aside and asked as sweetly as she could,

	"So, Little Washu, can we please be told the conclusion of your 
hypothesis?" 

	Putting the cannon back to wherever she took it from, Washu nodded. She 
then, turned to them all with a face so serious, it froze them all to 
the bone.

	"Kiyone is now the current host of the Dark Raven."

End of chapter 2

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