AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first Tenchi fic, so please be nice in reviewing ^^. It takes place a ways after the end of the 3rd season and Tenchi has married to...Ryoko. Yep, you've read that right. He married Ryoko ^^. Anyhoo, this is about Ryoko and Tenchi's children and how their daily lives are suddenly changed when a mysterious force begins to lure their children into the unknown world of space. I know, very vague, but I'm making everything up as I go. Also, please correct me if I get anything wrong series wise. I'm not a Tenchi expert: I just know the basics. Enjoy!

Oh yeah, this fic is dedicated to my friend, Juuhachigou. Hope you like the wackiness!

DISCLAIMERS: You know the drill. I dun own Tenchi Muyo, blah, blah, blah. The only characters I own are the people I made up and if you want to use them, ask me first: blah, blah, blah.

Chapter One ~ Introductions

The school bells rang, signaling the end of the day and the beginning of winter break. Students piled out of the exits, happy that their classes of torture were temporarily over. They all chatted to one another about their future vacations and the latest gossip of the day. Everybody seemed relaxed and happy, free from the challenges of school.

Everybody except for one.

"Are you even listening to me, Masaki?!?" the principal nearly shouted at the young man sitting in front of him who seemed to be greatly interested in the shape of his knuckles.

"Yeah, I am, Kumamoto-sensei," the young man replied, his catlike amber eyes glancing up at the principal. "You don't have to shout. I do have ears."

Kumamoto sighed, shaking his head. "Masaki, I've put up with your antics in school for the past three and a half years now. Can't you just---"

"Antics, Kumamoto-sensei?" the young man interrupted with a hint of anger in his voice. "I was just protecting my sister from the same crowd of idiots hitting on her, and you call those antics? Ever since you requested that our parents enroll us in Yotsubadai High, they've always tried to make Miyuki look their way. And do they ever learn every time I beat the crap out of them? Ie. You'd also promised my parents that you would look after us and give us equal treatment in whatever situation we got ourselves into. So, then how come those idiots aren't here with me?"

"Masaki, that's because they are all in the hospital right now for Kami knows how many times they have been there," Kumamoto pointed out. "And I know that I haven't been able to fulfill my promise to both you and Miyuki-chan, but couldn't you just have----"

"Talking to the Hayashi brothers and his clowns hasn't helped, Kumamoto-sensei," the young man again interrupted. "I've tried, believe me."

Kumamoto felt a bit startled, always amazed how the young man could somehow read his mind. Again, he sighed, knowing that his student-apprentice probably did try talking to the Hayashi brothers. He also knew that Masaki Ichirou was a teenager with a limited amount of patience.

"Okay, you have a point," he said to Ichirou. "Once the Hayashi brothers and their friends are recovered enough to stay conscious for more than two minutes without fainting, I'll speak to them and their parents again. However, this doesn't mean that you're off the hook." He stared at him, meeting those unnerving catlike amber eyes under that dark blue-green hair of his. The young man returned his stare, unafraid. "During the break, I want you to..."

<outside school>

A young woman around eighteen years of age patiently waited for her twin brother who was currently in the principal's office. Many of the girls in school envied her; she was tall and beautiful with soft blue-green hair and catlike amber eyes. She was also a looker with the guys (even when she did have a boyfriend) and stood out easily in a crowd because of her hair. Her younger sister standing next to her seemed to be the exact opposite of her in looks. She had unruly dark hair and equally matching eyes that had a tint of amber inside. If it wasn't for her facial similarities with her twin older siblings, not a lot of people would believe that they were related.

"Hey, did you hear that Ichirou got in trouble again?" one of the students around the sisters said to his friend.

"Oh yeah, that fight at lunch today, right? Yeah, I heard," his friend replied. "I also heard that this might be his third suspension. You think he's going to be expelled?"

"Nani? Ichirou-kun might be expelled?" a girl butted in the conversation.

The older sister's mouth twitched as she tuned into the conversation. Sometimes, she wished she didn't have good hearing.

"Ie, he's gotta be expelled! You know how many times he's beaten the crap out of the Hayashi brothers and gang?"

"But doesn't Miyuki know how to fight, too? Why can't she beat them up?"

"Because my brother's an idiot," Miyuki growled under her breath.

Demo, Miyuki-neechan, it's not Ichirou-niichan's fault, her sister replied telepathically as she fiddled with her hair.

Miyuki rolled her eyes. I know, but it's kind of frustrating to hear everyone talk smack about what happened to you when you're right here listening to them talk, Ukimi-chan.

But they don't see us. We're hiding behind the trees.

"You've got to point out every small little detail to have your way, don't you, Ukimi-chan?" Miyuki asked aloud with a smile on her face.

Ukimi grinned. "Hai!"

"You've been around obaachan too much."

"Obaachan's cool."

Both sisters turned their heads as their highly sensitive ears heard the sounds of footsteps coming from the school. Their older brother, Ichirou, took a step out of the gates of the school in a cool, calm demeanor, school jacket slung over his shoulder and all, only to be hoarded by a swarm of the "We Love Ichirou" fanclub.

"Ichirou-kun, daijoubu?" one girl asked, her eyes filled with extreme concern.

"Kumamoto-sensei didn't give you a harsh punishment, did he?" another asked.

From the safety of the trees, Miyuki put a hand on her forehead and pretended to faint. Ukimi giggled.

"Uh...ie, I'm okay, really..." Ichirou stammered as he tried to make his way through the crowd. "Can I just...um...get through, please?"

"Oi, Masaki, got your hands full, huh?" one guy shouted sarcastically, who in turn received a threatening look from the addresser. He instinctively gulped in fear while his friends snickered to one another as Ichirou finally made his way out of the crowd and towards his sisters' hiding place.

"See you soon, Ichirou-kun!!" the crowd of girls shouted enthusiastically.

Ichirou nonchalantly waved back at them without turning around. Some girls reacted by sighing dreamily, hugging one another as they watched him walk away. Others literally had hearts in their eyes.

"Oh, how sweet," Miyuki teased her twin brother.

Ichirou rolled his eyes. "Geez, it's not like you've never seen this everyday, you two."

"It's still funny, though, Ichirou-niichan," Ukimi replied.

"I agree. Girls stalking your every move, fainting every time you smile or wave at them, it's quite amusing to watch," Miyuki added with an all-knowing smile on her face.

"Bah," Ichirou replied.

"Oi, Miyuki, Ichirou, Ukimi-chaaaan!" a voice sing-songed above them.

"Oh God, it can only get worse...." Ichirou muttered to himself as he and his sisters stopped walking.

A young woman just two years younger than the twins leaped off a tree and landed softly on the ground. She had violet hair and light blue eyes with a big grin on her face. Her school uniform was different from the twins', indicating that she was from a different school, but the Masaki siblings knew her all the same.

"Konnichiwa, Megumi-chan!" Miyuki greeted cheerfully.

"'Nichiwa!!" Megumi replied just as cheerfully, skipping towards them. "Ne, Ichirou, I heard that you got suspended again!"

"Megumi, would you be a nice cousin for once and LEAVE ME ALONE?!?!?" Ichirou groaned.

"Nope, can't do that! It's my job to bug you," Megumi said, ignoring the tone in his voice.

"Oniichan, you got suspended again?" Ukimi asked.

The Masaki siblings and their cousin, Megumi, resumed walking.

"Maa, it's nothing that big, Uki-chan," Ichirou said to his younger sister.

"Oh really? I heard that if it wasn't for Kumamoto-sensei being your master, then you would've gotten expelled," Megumi casually informed.

"Megumi, stop butting into my social life at school. I can handle my own problems," Ichirou growled. He then realized that Miyuki was laughing hysterically. "Oi, Miyuki, you're supposed to help me out here!"

"Ah, but my dear brother," Miyuki said knowingly, "the younger twin is always the evil one."

"Argh....damn."

"Hey, don't swear in front of Ukimi-chan!" Megumi exclaimed.

"Oh, puh-leeze, Megumi," Miyuki rolled her eyes. "It's not like she hasn't heard somebody swear before. You know that my mom does it all the time."

Ukimi bemusedly watched her twin elders and her cousin continue to converse and argue amongst one another. This was a free show everyday for her. Her brother Ichirou couldn't stand their cousin, Megumi, who always loved teasing him, just like how their aunt Ayeka did to their mother every time she came to visit by "taking" their father away from her. Her sister, Miyuki, on the other hand, got along well with Megumi but couldn't stand her younger brother, Iori who treats Ichirou as if he was a god. Ukimi equally liked both cousins, but she rather preferred helping their grandma Washu in the laboratory or helped her mother around the house by baby-sitting her little sister, Ayano, who was three and a half years and counting.

"So, what's otouchan going to say when you show him the notice?" Miyuki asked her twin, taking Ukimi away from her thoughts.

"Nothing," Ichirou replied, bringing his arms over his head as they neared their home.

"Oh, so you're hiding it form him?" Megumi asked with an evil gleam in her eye.

Ichirou was just about to burst the last shreds of patience in him when Megumi skipped ahead of them to the direction of her home, waving back at them.

"Never mind, I'll find out later. Ja!!"

Both Ukimi and Miyuki waved back while Ichirou splintered a nearby tree.

"Man, she annoys the hell out of me," he growled, taking his hand away from the trunk.

"Now you know how I feel when Iori's here," Miyuki replied happily. "Besides, you're too harsh. Megumi's not that bad."

"Whatever, Miyuki. She's too damn nosy."

"No, she's not."

"Ooooh yes she is----"

Their rather trivial twin argument was loudly interrupted by an explosion coming from their home. A small stack of smoke filtered out of the windows.

"AAAAHHHH!!! MOM! Are you trying to blow up our home?!?" their mother's voice yelled from the home.

"Oops. Hehe, must have put in the wrong chemical somewhere...." their grandmother's voice replied.

But their mother kept on shouting, "Wrong chemical my ass, okaasan! Do you want to endanger not only me, but your own grandchildren who live here as well?!?"

A baby's cry wailed in the home.

"Now, Ryoko, honey, calm down," their grandma replied in a calm voice. "See? Your shouting woke up poor Aya-chan from her nap."

"That's not MY fault, okaasan!" Ryoko exclaimed. "You're the one who woke her up with that explosion!"

The three Masaki children sweatdropped as the cluttering and clashing of debris echoed outside. Their mother and grandmother's voices seemed to argue back and forth with each other while their little sister Ayano's crying continued to wail.

"....Should we come in?" Ukimi asked quietly after a few minutes of sweatdropped silence.

The twins vehemently shook their heads and began to drag Ukimi back towards the road when Ryoko popped out one of the windows, carrying their baby sister.

"Oi, you three!" she shouted, her amber eyes narrowed. They stopped in their tracks. "Just where do you think you're going? Get your asses back in this house at once!"

"Hai!" all three children meekly replied and dashed into their home.