Well, I�ve made it to part 3.  I hope this hits as well as the first 2
parts, because there�s no reason to continue a fic if nobody likes it.
As always, all comments are welcome, positive or negative.  Send them
all 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

Part 3:
 After a few minutes, I finally came to.  I was not alone.  All eight of
them were still in the room.  I soon found out that I was wet.   <So
that�s  how they woke me up huh�>  And lo-and-behold, there was the
light blue-green haired woman holding the tell-tale bucket.

   "Ryoko, that wasn�t very nice!"  said the youngest of the men.

   "Hey, he deserved it," she retorted.  Then, holding up another
bucket, smiling mirthfully, she said to me, "No get up before I splash
you again."

   "Yes ma�am."  I said, pulling myself off the floor.  No sooner had I
straightened out my clothes (as best as I could, considering that they
were wet), then all of the women crowded around me asking questions.
Unfortunately for me, I could understand them this time.  I held out my
hands and gestured for them to SHUT THE HELL UP.  "Please, one at a
time?"

   "You shouldn�t badger our guest like that," said the young man.

   "Guest?  He�s no guest.  He just dropped in out of the blue!" whined
Ryoko.

   "Actually, it�s no fault of his own,"  said the magenta-haired woman,
"That was a naturally occurring dimensional portal.  And none of the
primitive ground vehicles from this planet could have stopped in time to
avoid it.  It was a piece of crap too."

   "Naturally occurring dimensional portal?"  asked another women, one
with dark green hair.

   "Yea," I interjected, trying to sound smart, "since when do
dimensional portals occur naturally?"  The two facefaulted.

   "What do you know about dimensional portals?"  asked the genius
scientist.

   "Absolutely nothing," I replied, putting on my best �cute� face.
Everyone who had been listening to the exchange big-sweated.

 The woman with the dark green hair seemed to take my little antic a
little harder than the rest.  She slouched a little, closed her eyes,
and muttered something about "Mihoshi."  I�d later find out exactly what
she meant.

   "Anyways," said the genius scientist, "You flew through a spontaneous
rift that formed between our two dimensions and ended up here."

   "Do tell,"  I said, "but there�s one question I�d like to ask."

   "And what might that be?"  she asked.

   "Well, what�s your name anyways?  We need to reveal this so the
narrator can stop referring to you as �the genius scientist� and �the
woman with magenta hair.�"  EVERYONE facefaulted to the floor with that
one.

   The genius scientist took on a look of defeat and exasperation.
"Washu.  I�m called Washu."  She then perked up quite a bit and added,
"The number one genius scientist in the universe; possibly the
multiverse!"  The group bigsweated.  This seemed to be a common
occurrence around Washu.  "Well anyway," she continued, "I don�t know
why the portal formed, but you traveled through it and landed here."

   "Very cool and all, but how do I get back to my dimension?"

   "You don�t."

   "WHAAAAAT?!"

   "Well you see, there are a nearly infinite number of parallel
dimensions in the multiverse.  The portal you took threw you into a
completely random dimension.  Trying to send you to your home dimension
would be a shot in the dark.  The chances of success are minuscule at
best�"

   I shuddered and got a pleading look on my face.  "How minuscule?"

   "Oh, 3,141,592,653,589,793,239 to 1 I�d venture to say."
 My head started to spin again, but I fought it this time and remained
on my feet.  This was the worst news I had heard all day.  [John�s
talent for understatement strikes yet again.]  I was horrified, and it
showed.  "That can�t be right�it CAN�T!"

   "You�re right.  The actual number is closer to 1 �
10^3,141,592,653,589,793,239 to 1."

   Though I was numb with shock and on the verge of all out panic, I
maintained enough of my composure to respond in a rational manner.
"AAAAAAAH!!!!! THIS IS HORRIBLE!!!!  WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME
OF ALL PEOPLE!!!  ARRRRRGH!"

   "Yes.  You�re stuck here,"  she said with a straight face.

   "D�uh�duh duh�I�*sigh*"  I stuttered, resigning to fate.  Things were
looking rather bleak at that point.

   "Well, I guess you�re gonna be here for a while,"  said the young man
with a sigh, "My name is Tenchi Masaki."

   "I forgot mine," I said, completely out of it.

   "Where�s he going to sleep?  This place is cramped enough as it is!"
whined Ryoko.  Again, this seemed like a common occurrence.

   Just then, the oldest of the men came up, smiled, and said, "You�ll
just have to share Tenchi�s Room."

   "Grandpa�"  resisted Tenchi.  But the old man raised a finger to
silence him.

   "Come now.  Let�s have some tea.  There is much to talk about," said
the grandfather.

END OF PART 3

Ok, that�s about it for part 3.  Needless to say, it looks like John is
stuck in the Tenchi universe.  Now that that�s established, I can go on
to more fun stuff.  Anyways, be sure to C&C this latest installment.
Also, I think it�s time I named this fic.  I can�t just keep calling it
�Untitled� forever.  Suggestions?  Send them all:  the witty, the
practical, the dumb.  You will, of course, get due credit.  My address
is MIDP@Rocketmail.com
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