Tenchi Muyo fanfic
"I'm sorry, Terri," she sighed. "If Washuu were awake...
maybe she could explain it better..."
It was at about that point that Washuu's body decided to take
a deep, rattling breath.
Rianna and Terri jumped up, anger and grief forgotten, and
watched the withered, shattered body take another deep breath, chest
moving out and in, lungs wheezing as the air left them again. For a
long, long moment, the body lay as still as before.
And then it _happened._
The hypodermic syringe flew out of Washuu's arm, ripping away
from the feeding tube, spanging against a large cabinet at the far end
of the examination area. Gray skin rippled, smoothed, took on a
healthy pink tone. Hair sprouted on Washuu's scalp like some berserk
stop-motion film, going from shadow to bristles to long, flowing
tresses in moments. Washuu's face and body filled out like a dry
sponge exposed to water, cartilage and flesh restoring itself, skin
continuing to smooth until the childlike body was nearly restored to
its original appearance.
The changes didn't stop there. Washuu's body filled out even
more, growing taller, fuller, and more feminine. The childlike facial
features flowed into adulthood, from her old pixie cuteness into
statuesque beauty. Her legs grew long, slender yet shapely, and her
subtle curves became... unsubtle. The changes finally stopped, leaving
Washuu almost as tall as Kris himself, very definitely adult, very
definitely female, and very definitely well-developed.
Washuu... and yet not Washuu.
Terri found her voice first: "Holy shit."
"So that's what she really looks like," Rianna said quietly.
Somehow, this new form didn't surprise her in the least.
Washuu twitched at the sound, then rolled over onto her side
to sleep; as her hand brushed against Kris' head, her eyes snapped
open. Sitting up, she surveyed the room, spotting Kris, Rianna,
Washuu, the leaking IV streamer still taped to one arm, the Van de
Graaff field surrounding the bed, everything at once.
Finally, she looked directly at Rianna and Terri and asked, in
a voice deeper and richer than the one they were familiar with, "What
happened?"
Terri blurted out, "`What happened?' What happened to you??"
She stared gape-jawed at the newly adult Washuu, who hadn't bothered
drawing up the sheet and who was probably giving Terri a major
inferiority complex.
"This is her true form, Terri," Rianna said matter- of- factly.
Turning to Washuu she went on, "As for what happened, I found you in
what was left of your X-Wing, on the edge of death. I brought you in,
and I called Red. He brought you here... and he brought you back."
Washuu looked down on the sleeping man, eyes filled with
worry. "How is he?" she asked.
"He'll be all right now," Rianna said. "Now that you're all
right."
Washuu looked at herself, sighed regretfully, and said, "The
two of you are the first to see this body in five thousand years."
Looking at them all in turn- Rianna, then Terri, finally the sleeping
Redneck, she said, "I... I don't like revealing myself if I can help
it. It's a habit... it's a habit that could have destroyed us both, I
think." Then, suddenly, Washuu's body shrank as quickly as it had
grown, and the childlike mad scientist they were more familiar with
smiled at Terri, speaking in her old piping voice, "So, how do we go
about sharing him, hm?"
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