Notes: This takes place about six or seven months
after Tenchi Forever. This one's for Jay, who helped me
understand Tenchi's nature. Thanks.
tomaru [stay]
by the Space Pirate Ryoko
"That's much better, Ryoko!" Ayeka smiles across the table, her eyes on
the flower in my hands. It's not good,
but at least it's not like the crumpled paper balls that were my previous
attempts.
Sometimes I think I understand what everyone sees
in her. She smiles as we fold paper
into lanterns and cranes, boats and animals.
Her fingers aren't clumsy. They
move over the colorful paper, creasing with confidence, tucking with
finesse. Her grace is second nature in
this familiar task--she laughs gently as she shows him the proper way to
embellish an origami lantern. I hardly
believed it when she said that origami was a popular Jurian art form, but a
quickly executed paper tiger put the doubts to rest permanantly.
I fumble with the paper iris I'm working on,
unfolding to start over and ending with over-creased paper that only vaguely
resembles a flower. I decide that it's
as good as it's going to get. I curl
the edges with a pencil, eyeing the princess from the other end of the table.
She leans over him, guiding his fingers across the
thin paper as she explains the fancy names for each kind of fold and
crease. The pale light from the
overhead lamp makes them both golden.
His hair matches hers--both gleaming like dark fire in the glow of the
light.
Since coming back from Haruna's world, she's been
quiet, peaceful. She seems content with
life now, happy to live in the close domesticity of Tenchi's home. Happy with the small attentions he affords
her. Talk of going back to Jurai has
ceased, as though Ayeka has no reason to return to her old life as royal heir.
Tenchi must have noticed that.
Ayeka looks at the clock, her eyes widening as she
registers the late hour. "Is it
two o'clock already?" she gasps. I
stifle a yawn. I've been watching the
time all evening, anxious to end the tedious folding--I'd only agreed to help
in order to ensure she wasn't alone with Tenchi.
"Guess it's time to go to bed," he agrees
with a smile that takes my breath away.
Ayeka's not the only one who's different. Tenchi grew up during those six months with
Haruna. Somehow the face that used to
make me feel so protective now twists me into knots; the loss of innocence in
his eyes that hurt so much when he was with Haruna now seems to offer amazing
possibilities. His behavior is the same
as always--he's still casual, relaxed Tenchi, but some seriousness in his
expression never lets me forget that this isn't the same boy I used to cling
to.
He gathers up the leftover paper, stacking the
vivid colors against each other to put them into a drawer until morning. Realizing I've been staring, I glance down
at the four or five paper flowers on my end of the table. They're shoddy and wilted and covered with
ugly folds. Ayeka doesn't seem to
mind. She carefully puts all the
flowers and animals on a shelf out of the way.
Tomorrow we'll make more, until there's enough for every child that
would come to the carnival tomorrow evening.
The Masaki shrine will have a booth this year; Tenchi wanted to be able
to teach children traditional Japanese art.
He waits at the foot of the stairs, his eyes alight
with some urgency. I wonder what he's
feeling. He might be eager to get to
bed, but he lacks all the low-lidded, sighing signs of sleep.
I'm still gathering up the crumpled pages that
represent my early attempts at paper cranes when she walks to him. I look up, imagining I can feel her desire
to take his hand, to lean up to kiss him as he smiles down at her. I know firsthand that irresistible spark of
Tenchi's that makes a girl want to press so close that their bodies become like
one and she knows just how he feels--or doesn't feel--about her.
"You should just do it," she urges
softly, evidently continuing a conversation I'd missed.
He runs a hand through his hair, his face flushing
nervously.
"Hey, hey, cut it out!" I protest,
playfully stepping between them. I
don't like the look of these two, glowing like they share a secret.
"Ryoko!"
Ayeka scolds, but I'm glad to see that she doesn't step any closer to
Tenchi. I float up the stairs, waiting
at the top as they walk up slowly, taking pains to keep their footsteps quiet.
"Well, goodnight Lord Tenchi, Ryoko,"
Ayeka says softly, turning away.
I turn down the hall in the opposite direction
toward Tenchi's room and the steps to to the attic where I sleep. "'Night Princess," I call softly.
"I forgot the lights!" Tenchi hurries down the steps to switch off
the lights, still glowing brightly from several rooms. Before he goes, I notice a quick look exchanged
with Ayeka. That secret again. I hold back a snarl as she nods slightly and
hurries to her room.
Alone in the hallway, I feel an urge to run, to
teleport away from them and from this house.
But leaving without a fight isn't my style. I don't know what they're up to, but I know I don't like it.
I teleport into Tenchi's room and open the window,
wondering how long I'll have to wait before he comes to bed. A few minutes? A few hours? I know I'll
never get to sleep if I don't know for sure.
I lean out as far as I can, ignoring the chilly
midnight air and the starless sky as I trace my name on the dusty roof
tiles. There are several shingles
already marked with the characters.
I've come here before, hoping Tenchi would one day look out and see my
name and come to find me. Ryoko, I trace again, blackening the tip
of my finger with years of rooftop soot.
"Ryoko."
Tenchi. He
didn't go with her. I realize that I'd
been holding my breath, willing him to come straight to bed. I let it out slowly, turning to face
him.
I try to laugh, hiding the my black-tipped finger
behind my back. I choke. His face is so serious. I can't hide from his eyes.
"I thought you might be doing something
foolish." I mean for it to sound
like a joke, but fail.
He holds my gaze, shaking his head. The doorway behind him is dark and
empty. He steps into the room, running
his hand through his hair again. He's
nervous. "Ryoko," he begins
softly, "I'm glad you're here. I
think it's time we talk."
That serious tone, those eyes--no one says they
need to talk unless it's bad. My chest
hurts. He's going to tell me he loves
her. I'm sure of it. Suddenly their secret makes sense and I feel
sick inside.
"No Tenchi," I protest softly,
"please don't." I don't want
to hear him say it out loud. I don't
think I could stay after something like that.
I want to keep this as it's always been--I realize that I've pushed him
to choose only because I was sure he'd choose me. "Can't we leave things alone for a while?"
He looks confused, then a almost angry. "I don't think we can," he
argues. "Because of me we've left
things alone for years, but now that I'm ready to talk it out, you don't want
to?"
I look away from his face, out the window into the
night. I swallow hard, searching for my
voice. "Do you want me to leave,
Tenchi? To grab Ryo-oh-ki and fly off
into space?"
"No."
His voice is quietly certain.
"Then let's not talk yet."
I leave. I
spend the rest of the night on the rafters, thinking about Tenchi and
Ayeka. There was a time when I wouldn't
have thought it possible that he could prefer her, but since the Haruna
episode, since we came so close to losing him forever, she'd changed. It's not his fault--Tenchi can't help but
see her gentleness, her poise. But
where does that leave me?
Why did he have to push it? Why couldn't he keep quiet and let me
realize slowly, dealing with them one day at a time instead of all at
once? I don't want to leave Earth. My home is here. With him.
Morning comes slowly--the grey of dawn is broken by
the household stirring. I can't
remember the last time I'd seen the sunrise, so I slip out to the roof.
The air is still cool, spring clinging stubbornly
to the first days of summer. A tingle
in the atmosphere makes me giddy as the first golden rays wash over me. I feel pink and cleansed by sunlight, as
though today has nothing to do with yesterday and everything to do with
tomorrow. The morning gives me
strength. I breathe deeply until I'm
too hungry to avoid Sasami's kitchen smells.
I make up my mind to ignore Tenchi and pretend that nothing
happened. Hiding behind my resolve, I
hurry down to breakfast.
The carnival is like every other festival of its
kind. I have trouble keeping my eyes
off of Tenchi. He looks so handsome in
his blue and white shrine kimono, calling children and parents to the Masaki
booth. He and I have been switching off
all evening--I feel like a Shinto shrine maiden in the flowing kimono
pants. I watch him gather customers with
his warm smile, leading them back to where Ayeka and Sasami instruct the
children in the art of carefully folded animals. Each child drops a ten-yen coin into the collection jar, already
grinning at Ayeka's cheerful voice.
Hungry and bored, I decide it's time to find some
kind of diversion. I buy a tiny box of
fried octopus and weave my way through the crowd of bright kimono and laughing
children. The dark night is brightened
by paper lanterns and glittering strings of lights, and the hollow wood sound
of traditional pipe music fills the air.
I wander from booth to booth, eyeing trinkets and conteplating games
until I come to the quiet, dim end of the carnival.
A woman is running a stand all alone, selling
ornamental masks. Her booth is lit by
candlelight--pretty but out of place in a festival like this. I turn, ready to head back to Tenchi to see
if he needs me for anything.
"You long to shed your self, pretty
one." The old lady's voice stops
me. "My masks can make you into a
Japanese princess."
Princess?
One word and the bottled emotions come bubbling out. I'm caught.
The woman's masks are incredible, carved from
scented wood and painted with delicate strokes. I choose a pale female Noh theatre face--white like rice powder
with narrow eyes and red, smiling lips.
She looks beautiful--coy. I long
to feel the way this mask looks, like she knows how to be perfectly happy.
The old lady makes clucking sounds of approval as I
trace the smooth surface with my fingers.
Digging a handful of money from my pocket, I pay her and take the
carefully-wrapped treasure away.
Ayeka meets me halfway back to the Masaki booth. She falls into step beside me, her head
bowed. Quiet.
"So how are you doing tonight,
Princess?" I ask, trying to sound
casual. "Not out stealing yourself
another boyfriend?" Since those
long months searching for Tenchi last summer, we've actually been friends more
than rivals, but I'm not about to forgive her for sweetening up to Tenchi just
to steal him out from under me.
She looks up, a startled expression on her
face. "Whatever are you talking
about?"
I'm not fooled.
"Forget the innocent act, Ayeka--we both know what you're up
to. I suppose you came out here to rub
it in, huh?" I have to fight to
keep my voice steady. "Well I hate
to disappoint you, but frankly I don't care.
I already decided to give up on Tenchi weeks ago."
She sees through me--she always does. Whirling to face me, her face is distorted
into a mask of frustration and anger.
"Ryoko, you are so dense! I
came out here to help you and this is the thanks I get? Fine!"
She spins on her heel and stalks back toward the Masaki booth. "Don't come crying to me when you
realize you blew it for good this time!" she calls back over her shoulder.
I cross my arms, watching her go. Having her as a friend was overrated
anyway. Help me? Ha!
I'd just as soon face Kagato again than trust any help offered by her
royal highness.
But I can't explain the ache in my chest as I watch
her familiar figure disappear into the crowd before me. Picking up my suddenly-heavy feet, I follow.
It's late when the music finally fades and the tents
are tied closed for the night. One by
one, the lights blink out, and Nobiyuki leads the family in the long walk
home. Ayeka and Tenchi lag behind,
talking quietly with their heads bowed close together. I watch from above, choosing to stay out of
the way for once. Tenchi seems anxious,
but Ayeka soothes him; I watch the knot of anxiety leave his face slowly,
massaged away by her gentle coaxing.
It hurts.
My delicate mask feels warm and important in my hands. Shed
yourself. Maybe it's finally time
to shake off the ties that bind me to this planet, to put on a new mask and
seek out adventure until it becomes my true face.
"She wouldn't listen to me, Ayeka." Tenchi's voice is faded but urgent as it
drifts up to me. "I think I'm
doing this too quickly."
She smiles at him, her face bright in the
darkness. "You're crazy to try to
talk to her, you know," she responds not unkindly, "but I think
she'll listen if you're persistant.
Even Ryoko can't hide from you forever." She reassures him softly, squeezing his arm lightly.
Feeling sick to my stomach, I wonder if I
can't. I teleport home.
Tenchi's room is dark, the shutters closed to the
moonlight. I open the window, looking
up at the bright half-moon. This is the
last time I'll do this--the last time I'll sneak into Tenchi's room to feel
close to him. Ryoko. Ryoko. My name is scrawled on so many
shingles. I slip the mask over my face
and lean out the window.
Stretching to reach an untouched tile, I carefully
etch a new name into the dust. My new
face pushes against me as I trace the characters, masking my vision as my
finger draws the name. Tenchi.
It's his window, his roof, after all.
Laughter from the yard announces the family's
arrival. I stare out the window for a
few more moments, not wanting to abandon my spot on the windowsill, not wanting
to give up the calmness that comes with wearing the face of a princess.
I hear him behind me, sliding open the door but not
moving as he watches me at the window, and I realize that I wanted him to find
me there. I don't speak, trying to be
absolutely silent so I can hear him breathe.
"So this is where you ran away to." His voice is unusually quiet. He doesn't know what to say, I realize. I can't help him. I stare up at the moon.
I hear the door slide shut. Footsteps.
I close my eyes and he's near me.
"Why the mask, Ryoko?" he asks
softly. He slips the wooden mask over
my head and looks me in the eyes.
"You're not hiding from me, are you?" His voice is gentle, almost teasing, but there's
grim determiniation in his eyes.
Tears gather in my eyes. He knows I'm leaving.
"You're not with Ayeka," I observe, not
able to control the tremor in my voice.
"No," he says simply, the ghost of a
smile crossing his features, "I'm not."
My heartbeat misses, thumping irregularly. Something in his tone, in the way he says
the simple words, makes me want to believe I've misunderstood. I almost don't dare to feel the swelling
hope, but I can't get away from it--It consumes me in the instant of his smile.
"I'm not with Ayeka," he repeats with
significance, dropping my mask on the desk.
He reaches for my hands, bumping his fingers against mine before
entwining them together. He looks away
quickly then back again, his eyes bright.
"I couldn't be, you know.
Not now."
"Not now?" My voice is barely audible--I feel like the room is spinning and
the moon is falling toward us. So much
time has passed and I've lost so much faith.
I can't believe he's looking at me like that, that our fingers are pressed
together so intimately.
He shakes his head, smiling gently. "My heart is full," he explains,
pulling a hand free to reach out window.
"Ryoko," he whispers, tracing the characters already imprinted
on the nearest shingle. His hands shake
as he adds new strokes in the dust. Tenchi.
Both on the same shingle.
I can't move.
I can't breathe, can't think except to see and smell and hear
Tenchi. His skin is warm through the
thin summer kimono. His breath is hot
against my face. "I almost
didn't have the nerve to tell you," he confesses gently, the ghost of a
laugh shaking his hands. "Ayeka
coached me."
He cups my cheek with his hand and leans forward,
his face centimeters from mine.
"Don't go anywhere," he whispers. He bends close, brushing his mouth across mine. "Please. I want you to stay with me."
I can't think of anyplace that could be more
natural. Too choked to speak, I nod.
He kisses me again and we stand at the window for a
long time, watching fireflies and listening to each other breathing. I feel everything and nothing all at once,
overwhelmed by the warm closeness, the security of his hands tangled with
mine. "Should we tell the
others?" I ask. I want the whole
family to understand this feeling.
He shakes his head. "Ayeka will tell them," he says, sliding his arms
around me to hold me close.
"Tonight I just want you here." His light flush is visible in the moonlight, and I feel giddy the
same way. "Tonight I need you to
stay here with me."
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