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Tenchi Muyo: Lost
By Keiichi "Kei" Masaki
A Tenchi-Muyo! fanfic by Keiichi Masaki
Tenchi-Muyo! is the property of Pioneer and AIC
Okayama, present day
"Argh!" Washu felt like tearing out her hair as she saw the damage that Mihoshi had wrought on
her lab just by tripping.
As usual, Mihoshi was on her knees, tears brimming from her eyes. "I'm sorry, Washu, I'm
Washu sighed. "All right, all right, get outta here."
As the blond detective left the lab, Washu sighed and watched her go. Such a waste, she
lamented. Especially since I know what she was once capable of...
Royal Science Academy, 5010 years ago
"...and so, if we tweak this quantum string just a little, like so..." Washu , in full Science
Academy uniform and wearing the patch of the Hyper-dimensional and Field Theory Department chair,
pulled up a holo of the adjusted quantum filament. "...you can see exactly why the tachyon-quantum
drive is the most feasible faster-than-light drive system available for civilian use at this
"Um, Professor, you're forgetting something..."
Washu hid a small smile. Trust Mihoshi to pick up the flaw in her reasoning within ten seconds.
"Yes, Miss Mihoshi?"
The tall, tanned blond woman with the intense look in her eyes looked her instructor in the eye,
a smug smile on her face. "You forgot about the temporal flux signature..."
"Huh?" Washu rechecked her calculations. She made a practice of leaving obvious flaws in her
calculations, for the sake of testing her students' observational skills, and this was certainly a
Just not the one she had meant to leave.
She had completely missed this one.
The minor irritation that had flared was quickly replaced by pride. These days, about the only
thing she derived pleasure from was watching her students learn. And Mihoshi Kuramitsu was the best
of a good crop. It would not be too long before Mihoshi's class was graduating, and she already had
a number of promising job offers, including a position on the Science Academy's faculty. Washu had
plans to put her on her staff, perhaps even start grooming her to take her own position--in a
millenium or too, of course.
Pulling her mind back to the present, she smiled back at her prize pupil. "Very good, Miss
Mihoshi. Can you tell me exactly why the temporal flux signature is a drawback to this drive
"The temporal flux signature is notorious for causing shifting patterns in the fabric of
space-time," explained Mihoshi, furrowing her brow in concentration as she dredged the information
up from her memory. "There was a listed case about forty-five years ago from a Kizakian explorer
ship whose FTL drive malfunctioned in the initial acceleration phase. As everyone here is aware, the
tachyon-quantum drives require a ten-minute acceleration phase to spool the drive core up to a
sufficient power level for FTL travel. The flux signature shifted at the initial point, the shift
from sublight acceleration to FTL speed, and it catapulted the ship into subspace. They spent the
better part of a standard week repairing the engine before they could return to normal space. GP and
military ships have auxiliary systems, and thus can use this drive safely, but this is a very
dangerous engine for a civilian ship."
Washu smiled thinly. "Very good, Miss Mihoshi. And that's all for today. Class again the day
after tomorrow, and remember, the midterms are next week, so hit those holos!"
Good-natured groaning was the response; one had to be a very good student just to get through the
first year of the Royal Science Academy's demanding curriculum. To finish all five years--that was
something beyond the talents of most mortals. Anyone to make it this far was guaranteed an important
and well-paying job after graduation, and Mihoshi was the pick of the litter. Ten years, and she
might well be the GF Director of Science and Exploration. That would certainly be a feather in her
cap--and in Washu's, too, for she had once served in that role before deciding to return to the
world of academia.
Something was atypical about Mihoshi today, though. Normally she'd be grinning as she left the
room, chattering with her friends, but instead she hung behind until the crowd had left, then
approached Washu's desk, a pensive expression on her face. "Professor, can I talk with you for a
"Sure!" Washu enjoyed talking with Mihoshi; she found her an engaging conversationalist, who had
many worthwhile things to say. Within moments, they were sitting in Washu's office, with steaming
cups of tea sitting on the desk. "What's up?"
Mihoshi started to speak several times, but kept stopping herself--as if she wasn't sure what she
was going to say. This was very surprising in itself. Finally, she blurted out, "Are you happy?"
"Huh?" This was a rare thing to behold, but it was here: a speechless Washu.
"I'm serious! Are you happy doing what you do? Or do you just do this to keep your mind off the
emptiness?" There was no anger in Mihoshi's voice, but a lot of desperation.
Washu searched frantically for the words. She was painfully aware of the truth in
Mihoshi's words. The words she finally dredged up were pathetic. "What we do here is important,
"I'm not here for platitudes, Professor." Mihoshi's voice took on a sharpness that made Washu
shiver. Sensing this, the student softened her tone. "Please, Professor, this is important to me.
Please give me a straight answer. What was it that you told us the first day of class? 'A
scientist's duty is to make the abstract comprehensible, to turn the twisted answers into straight
ones.' Can't you at least spare me a simple answer?
"Tell me what's bothering you, first," said Washu softly.
"Fair enough." Mihoshi inhaled, let the breath out slowly, and resumed speaking. "Last night, I
was studying, as usual. I got hungry, and decided to go out for some food. While on the bus, I saw
two people--just kids, really--laughing and joking. I dismissed them mentally and started to go back
to my reading, but as my eyes shifted focus, they fell upon the girl's face. She was smiling, not
with hilarity anymore, but just with happiness. I couldn't get that look out of my mind for the rest
of the evening. I tried to go back to my studying, but I couldn't. I like it here, Professor. I like
the people, I like the classes, and I like what I do. But I don't think I'm happy." She looked Washu
in the eye. "Are you?"
"Not...always," admitted Washu.
"I need to find someplace where I can be happy, or find a way to be happy. I think I know what
the problem is."
"I think I'm too analytical. I analyze life too much, instead of enjoying it. Maybe the old
saying is true."
"Which one?" asked Washu, although she already had a rough idea what Mihoshi was going to
"'Ignorance is bliss.'" Mihoshi sighed, then smiled wryly. "Don't worry, I'm not going to do
anything rash. Maybe tomorrow morning I'll feel differently. Thanks, Professor." With that, Mihoshi
left Washu's office.
Somehow, Washu knew that she would never come back.
She was right. The next day, Mihoshi withdrew from the Science Academy, shocking everyone in the
office. She was gone by noon, on a public transport bound for her homeworld of Yoshie.
The entire campus grieved her loss, but no one less than Washu. Since her forced divorce
millennia before, she had withdrawn almost completely into her work. Mihoshi was the closest thing
to a daughter--a child--that she'd had in nearly fifteen thousand years. To see her walk away was
She only saw her once more, when she was getting ready to go with Kagato, back when she still
trusted him. It was the day before she left, and she was cleaning out her apartment when the
door-chime rang. She answered it to find Mihoshi standing on her doorstep, an envelope in her hands.
Mihoshi had pressed the envelope into Washu's hand and walked away. The note inside said:
I know that you and the others must be confused by my actions. Believe me, so am I. But must do
this. I need to do this. Your support during my time here has been appreciated very much. I
I know. Your question: am I happy now? Not yet. But I believe I will be soon.
Thank you, Washu...my friend.
Okayama, present day
"Washu...what are you doing?"
"Just relax, Mihoshi." Washu jabbed at the anesthesia button, and Mihoshi passed out. "Good
girl. Now let me see..." She began to scan the subconscious part of Mihoshi's brain. "Let me see. If
she left something, it would be..."
"Right here, doctor." The sound of Mihoshi's voice--the old Mihoshi's voice--startled
Washu. She spun around to see a life-sized hologram of Mihoshi, clad in Science Academy garb.
The hologram resumed speaking. "I know you'll find this sooner or later. I also have a fair idea
of what you'll think of my current...mental capacity. I know I'm not as smart as I used to be, but
that's okay. Someday I may need you to awaken my full self--the procedure is here in my
subconscious--but, for right now, I like where I am."
The Mihoshi holo smiled. "Just one last thing, Professor. Yes. I am happy." The holo dissipated,
and the real Mihoshi immediately awakened. "Oh, Washu! Did you find what you were looking for?"
Washu looked at Mihoshi, and smiled. "Yes, Mihoshi. I found what I was looking for."
Author's notes: inspired by OVA #6, where Washu, having just been freed from a capsule she'd been
stuck in for five thousand years, calls Mihoshi by name. Super-genius or not, that's a little
Keiichi Masaki, High Priest of the Temple
of the Teal-tressed Goddess, Kiyone Makibi
Member of the Kiyone Ring and the Tenchi Ring
Co-writer, Mugen Tenchi Muyo!
Visit my Temple of the Teal-tressed Goddess
"I am the one you think I am."
--Katsuhito "Yosho" Masaki
"The carnival comes and goes. If you wait for a while,
it'll always come back to you."
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