Hello.  This is something I came up with, and started writing, and well
it turned into this.  Send comments to MIDP@Rocketmail.com so I know how
I�m doing.

WARNING:  This is a SELF-INSERTION fic.  You know what that means.  If
you do not like these self-indulging, inflated dream type gigs, you
don�t have to read it.  I wish you would though.  I�d like to think I�m
writing for SOME reason.

Tenchi Muyo! Is the property of some huge conglomerate and not me.  The
characters were created by the creative genius of an author, not me,
who�s name I don�t know.  So please don�t sue me!  I don�t mean any
harm!


Some untitled Tenchi Fic
By:  John Harding
MIDP@Rocketmail.com


Part 1:

   It was a beautiful Day in June.  Seventy degrees, not too windy, no
rain.  I was driving home from my favorite anime-supplying comic store,
windows down, 103.5 FM on the radio, and not a care in the world, except
getting to my room so I could throw the latest Ranma � tape in the ol�
VCR.  I really wouldn�t have cared when I got home, but work started in
two hours and I wanted to watch the tape before I had to run to work.
That was when all my troubles started.

   The express lanes are fun.  You can speed and speed and speed, and no
matter how fast you go, there�s someone going faster.  Thus, no speeding
tickets.  Yeah right.  Anyway, I was going a leisurely 75, arm out the
window darkening my truck driver�s tan, listening to the local radio
personality ramble on about the latest contest when it happened.  I saw
what looked like lightning strike further up the road.  This was
confusing, especially since there wasn�t a cloud in the sky.  I
dismissed it as a reflection or something and continued on my way.  As I
continued neared my exit off the expressway, I noticed that the
lightning was growing more concentrated, and in a small area.

   <That is not lightning,> I thought to myself.  [Note that John is
prone to understatement]  Stupidly, I continued to watch the portable
lightning storm, but did not move out of the way.  This was the critical
error on my fault.  If I had just changed lanes, NOTHING would have
happened.  But NOOOO!  I kept on driving, stupid smile on my face,
thinking "oooooo pre�tty."  Man am I stupid.  Well, the lightning
reached terminal velocity, and turned into a portal.  FINALLY, it
registered in my slow 386SX mind�

   <This is bad.>   Well needless to say, it was just a leeeetle too
late to avoid it at this point.  Brakes screeching, frantically trying
to steer out of the way (for dramatic build up), I careened sideways
into the portal.  Funny thing was, when I exited the portal, I was
headed perfectly straight�hmmm.  Perfectly straight, and falling down.

   "AAAAAAAAAAA�," I was screaming bloody murder.  <Down?  Wait a minute
here�>  The distraction of thought out of the way, I continued screaming
bloody murder.  "AHHHHHHHHHH"  Then, with the resounding splash (for
lack of a better word), and a neck jarring (man, it took forever to get
that kink out of my neck) stop, my journey ended.  After about ten
minutes of blinking, it finally dawned on me that I had stopped.  Then
my mind started working again.

   <Splash?  Now wait a minute here!  What the hell is going on here?!>
[Note John�s mind�s tendency to go off on strange tangents.]  After a
minute of pondering the strangeness of the situation, I finally decided
to have a look around.

   <Why is water spilling into my truck?  And why are there five women
standing around my truck with looks of mortal terror on their faces?
And�um�why are they naked?>  Boy am I smart.  As it turned out, and you
have probably figured already, I had landed in the largest private bath
I�ve ever seen.  And it was in use (sorry girls).  And I�m male.  After
they had comprehended exactly what had just happened, four of the girls
screamed and ran for towels.  The fifth, one with blueish green hair
approached the wreck of my vehicle...this worried me.  She brought her
head right up to what was left of my window.  This worried me more.
Finally, with a perfectly straight face, she inquired, "What are you
doing in our bath?"

   Needless to say, everyone facefaulted.  While I was trying to think
of how to respond to this stupid, yet ground-breakingly important
question, three other men appeared at the door wondering what all the
raucous was about, and were immediately bombarded with various bathing
implements.  Now I was still somewhat stunned by all that had just
happened, and my wonderful brain found the sight of those poor guys
getting pelted with stuff more interesting than the mini-interrogation
at hand.  The woman in front of me was not pleased.

   "Hey, you moron, let�s have an explanation here!  And it better be
good!"

   "Well, I�that is�um�"  Great.  I was still tounge-tied.  And better
yet, I now had something else more interesting to focus on.  Her
breasts.  Wonderful.  Now I was a moron, and a pervert too.

   "What are you looking at?!"  She hollered.  She then proceeded to
kick me AND my truck all the way across the bath, with one foot.

   <Daaaaamn�> I thought.  That was the last thing I thought before the
lights went out.

END PART 1

Well, that�s about it for this.  Sorry I didn�t get any of the main
characters into this just yet.  I guess this fic could be classified as
[original] at this point.  Don�t worry though, it�s leading up to
something.  Something I stewed up in my head during work today, and the
entire basis for this entire story.  But I�m tired and sleepy so I�m
going to bed now.  PLEASE send me comments and stuff.  I love getting
mail�it makes me feel important  ^_^  Besides, if nobody likes it, I�ll
know not to write any more!