Well, Here�s part 2.  Any comments, criticisms, flames, etc.  send to
MIDP@Rocketmail.com

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 2:
   "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.

   That was the last thing I remember.  The kicked me all the way across
the bath.  And that�s what I dreamed about while I was unconscious for
the next few hours.  Finally I awoke.  At first, I though it had all
been a bad dream, and that the pounding headache and touchy stomach I
was experiencing was the result of alcohol consumption the night
before.  Luckily for me I was wrong.  I was really wrong.  As a matter
of fact, I was even more wrong than Dan Quale�s spelling of potato.
This was unbeknownst to me, however.  I looked around, surveying my
surroundings, and taking note that I was not in my bedroom, or in my
house for that matter.  Again, my skill for not quite grasping the
magnitude of the situation struck again.

   <This is not my room.  Not my house, not my floor, not my�>

   "Konbanwa," said a voice.

   "Hello," I replied, still in lala land.  It took a minute for the
voice to register as actually being there.  Once that fact got through
customs, however, boy I was right on top of things.  I turned my head.
Kneeling next to me, looking down was this girl, about  12.  Here I was,
in a strange room, on a makeshift bed, with a complete stranger hovering
over me, and guess what I was thinking�

   <She has blue hair�humerous�hehehe�>  Great start,  John.  Anything
else?  <Nope>  Ok.  Well, it was about then that I began to speak.
"W-where am I?"  I stammered.  She said something else, but I couldn�t
understand it.  After a moment of intense confusion, I realized that the
girl was speaking Japanese.  I didn�t speak much Japanese.  I did manage
to pick out that her name was Sasami, but that was about it.  So much
for two semesters of college Japanese courses.  Just then, a rather
attractive looking blonde woman burst into the room shouting something I
just could not make out.  She and the Sasami girl exchanged words, and
they both ran out of the room, leaving me all alone and completely
clueless.

 A few minutes passed, and I pulled myself off the floor, noting the
really funny spinning my head was doing.  It was only funny for a
moment, then I fell down.  "Ugh�I should really stop getting smashed
like that.  One of these days I�m gonna fall and die or something,"  I
muttered to myself.  [Another strange tangent brought to you by John]
So I was laying on the floor complaining about it when Sasami returned.
With others.  Great.  Here I am laying down, talking to the *floor* when
five of the most gorgeous women I�ve ever seen come waltzing into the
room and see me.  That was rather embarrassing.  Making it worse was the
fact that these were the same five women I "dropped in on" before.
[Note that John is prone to using bad puns and clich�s.]  I quickly rose
off the floor and faced them.  I also noticed three men standing by the
door.

   <Hey, wait a minute�I thought that was a dream!>  I thought to
myself, <Great.  Just great.  I ain�t in Kansas anymore.>  No, I
don�t�er�didn�t live in Kansas.  I lived in Illinois.  That was another
clich�.  While I was in my reverie, all five of the women (this includes
Sasami) started nailing me with questions.  All in Japanese.  I didn�t
understand a one.  <Oh this is nice.  And they�re getting agitated
too,>  I thought to myself.  Finally, one of the women, a short, girlish
one with magenta colored hair silenced the others and spoke up.

   "You don�t speak much Japanese, do you?"
   "Uh, no.  Hey, you�re speaking English!"
   "Of course I�m speaking English!  You didn�t expect the number one
genius scientist in the universe to be monolingual did you?"

   "Universe?  Number one genius scientist in the Universe?  How do you
know?"
   "I�ve been all over the universe and nobody is as smart as me!"
   "Gee, you don�t say�"  I said to myself.  <Great.  The one that
speaks English, and she�s a loony."

   "I am not.  You are so clueless.  None of us are from this planet
Einstein."
   "Say what?!"  I belted out.  Now I was thoroughly confused with this
situation.  One of us was crazy.  Maybe it was me, but I really thought
my thought process was more plausible than hers.
   "Well, I guess it would take an Earthling a while to comprehend
that."
   "Maybe so."
   "Here.  Take this."
   "Why?"
   "It�ll help you speak Japanese."
   "How is this pill going to teach me Japanese?"
   "Just swallow it.  I haven�t all day."
   "Ok, ok!"  I said defensively.  I brought the pill up, looked at it
for a minute, then popped it in my mouth and swallowed.  I�m cool like
that.  I can swallow almost any pill without anything to drink.  People
say that can screw up your stomach, but, well, whatever.
   So I swallowed the pill, and instantly, the conversation between the
girls in the background was understandable.  I could actually comprehend
what they were saying!

   "Hey�it worked!"
   "Of course it did!"

   "B-but�it�s a miracle!"

  "Maybe to you.  But it�s all to easy for the number one genius in the
universe to
create something like that.  Ooooh I�m so smart!"

  <You know, maybe this �not from your planet� thing has some truth to
it after all,>
I thought to myself.  Then the weight of this revelation hit me, and so
did everything else that had happened that day.  Once again, I was
floored.
END OF PART 2

Th-th-th-th-that�s all folks!  [instrumental interlude]  So there�s part
2.  What can I say?  I�ve just started the actual story, so it should
get more interesting from here on out.  I hope.  Well, that�s what C&C
is for, and why I put that e-mail address at the top of the page!  Any
input would be genuinely appreciated.