"JUST DESSERTS"
Ryoko yawned and scratched her head. She looked around, at everyone else, seeing them already eating. "What, am I late or something?" "It's okay, Ryoko, there's still lots of food!" Sasami piped up.
Everyone cheerfully welcomed Ryoko in to dinner. Except for You Know Who.
"Oh, dear," she muttered to herself.
"What, is something the matter, Princess Priss?" snapped Ryoko. Everyone in the room glared at Ayeka. How dare she!
"Dear me, Miss Ryoko...must you drink so much sake before we eat?"
Ryoko's jaw hung opened...in seconds, her eyes filled with tears and her lips began trembling.
"Ayeka...how COULD you! So...so cruel!" Ryoko sobbed.
The glaring at Ayeka became even more hostile.
Sasami stood as a pillar of righteousness. "Ayeka! I'm ashamed to have you as my sister! How dare you say such vile things about Ryoko! What gave YOU the right to tear her soul apart like that. You're no sister of mine any more!"
Katsuhito nodded. "I agree with Sasami. To think that you, Ayeka, would malign someone so pure and perfect as Ryoko makes me physically ill. I don't think I can eat at the same table with you." Katsuhito stood up and turned his back to her.
Ayeka could feel the anger emanating from the people in the room. "But...but I..."
"That's enough," barked Nobuyuki. "You are no longer welcome as a guest in this household. I should run you out of here right now."
"Are you kidding?" cackled Washu. "And let her escape her punishment? I think crushing Ryoko's soul the way she did just now deserves a bit more than just kicking her out of the house."
Tenchi nodded. "Good point. Ayeka? Look at me."
Ayeka did so. A moment later she was on the floor, knocked down by a titanic slap from Tenchi.
"T-Tenchi..."
"Quiet, Ayeka. You brought this on yourself. You hurt Ryoko, so now you will be hurt." He kicked her in the ribs. "Get up. Get UP!"
In obvious pain, Ayeka slowly stood up, only to be knocked down by another slap.
Mihoshi, who had previously been silent spoke up at this point. "Um...is this right? I mean, are you really supposed to be hitting Ayeka like this?"
"It's okay, Mihoshi. You see, every time somebody slaps Ayeka, a brand-new fuzzy kitten is born!"
"Really? I LOVE kittens! They're so cute!" Mihoshi quickly slapped Ayeka a half-dozen times. "Yay! Kittens!"
For the next several minutes, all the inhabitants of the house administered some good old-fashioned physical abuse on the princess.
Hands, however, grow red and sore from slapping. Washu held up her hands to get the attention of everyone.
"People, people. We need to get organized. Why don't I take Ayeka down to my lab, where I can work on her scientifically," she said, with a familiar (and frightening) gleam in her eye. "Then in the next few days, we can work out the best way to deal with her...for good."
This seemed agreeable to everyone. Besides Ayeka, of course.
There was a lot of screaming that night. Of course, being in a different dimension and all, Ayeka's pain didn't cause anybody in the house to lose sleep.
Some weeks later...
"Oh Tenchi! I can't believe we're finally getting married!"
"Yes, Ryoko...and we have our torture of Princess Ayeka to thank for it. Who knew that we both loved extinguishing cigarettes on Ayeka's bare back?"
"It certainly is convenient to have the same hobbies."
Ayeka wished she would go blind or deaf or both...but no fear of that with the greatest scientific genius in the galaxy overseeing things! Yes, thanks to Washu, not only was Ayeka's eyesight in perfect condition, but she was now unable to close her eyes at any time. Implanted WashuTech devices kept Ayeka's eyes moisturized without the necessity of blinking. And of course, she couldn't keep her eyes covered with her hands...because she was kept shackled in a "spread-eagled" position.
Ayeka sighed. Ryoko and Tenchi flaunting their love again. It had become par for the course.
Ryoko looked at Ayeka, having heard the sigh, and deciding that it didn't sound dejected enough.
"You know, Tenchi, I think we need to do something special tonight...something EXTRA fun."
"I'm listening", he answered, grinning.
"I think we should make love by the fire."
"Sounds good to me!"
"But what will we do for firewood. Wait a second! I know!"
"You don't mean..."
"Yes! We'll chop down Ryu-oh and burn it! Doesn't that sound fun?"
"Ryoko...I love your brilliant romantic notions."
"And I love you, Tenchi..."
Ryoko and Tenchi's honeymoon was so much fun...just the three of them. Ryoko and Tenchi...and Ayeka, forced to watch the bedroom action every night and morning and afternoon.
"You know, Tenchi, I just can't wait to become Empress of Jurai."
"I can't either. I was surprised that Azusa would allow it to happen so readily, but he was as shocked by HER behavior as we were. Oh, and guess what?"
"What is it, Tenchi?"
"Azusa has transferred title of all Ayeka's possessions directly to you!"
"Hooray!"
"Including..." Tenchi left the room for a minute, but came in shortly afterward, leading a large dog, "...her childhood pet, Hiro. Isn't Hiro nice, honey? Hey, HEY, HIRO!"
Ignoring Tenchi's commands, Hiro dashed over to the shackled Ayeka, sniffing at her, licking her side, and doing his best to comfort his mistress.
"Hey, mutt, you're my property now. Get aw...OW!" Ryoko screamed when the dog nipped her. "TENCHIIII..."
"Hmm. It doesn't appear to like us very much, Ryoko."
"You're right. So what should we do?"
"I've got an idea...although it will mean changing our dinner plans for tonight..."
Hiro was delicious.
The reign of Tenchi and Ryoko was long and uneventful. Sometimes things got so boring, they had to go so far as to have Ayeka artificially inseminated so they could have the pleasure of selling her children into slavery so they could see her reactions. But all life comes to an end eventually.
Several thousands of years later, Ryoko and Tenchi died, peacefully, in their sleep. Meanwhile, Ayeka died of some kind of extremely painful disease. I dunno, let's say...leprosy.
Ryoko and Tenchi passed on to their eternal reward, spending their eternity together in heaven. Ayeka, foul beast that she is, spent eternity in the boiling pits of excrement in the lowest circles of hell.
Just as things should be.
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