Kenshin sat in front of the Dojo, his eyes closed. I'm turning lazy, he thought. Indeed, he did look as though he had gained twenty pounds in the last couple of days. Since he wasn't running around killing everyone anymore, he didn't really have much to do. Besides, he didn't feel like going out in public. Then Yahiko would want to come with, and he would start pick-pocketing everyone. And of course, Kenshin would be to blame, and he would get arrested, and then he'd get ticked, and then he'd kill someone. Which he is trying to prevent. So no public wanderings. Unless.

Kenshin hid in an alley, giggling his head off. NOBODY will recognize me, he thought. Well, he was dressed in a bonnet and kimono, of course nobody would recognize him. He hopped out of the alley, and stared straight ahead. Oh, crap! ran through his head. Straight ahead was Kamaya. She would recognize his face, hair, and kimono. After all, it was her kimono. He tried to sneak away, but. "KENSHIN?!" He froze. "What the heck are you doing in my kimono?" Kamaya glared at him. He smiled sweetly and fluttered his eyelids. "Who, me?" "Yes, you, baka!" Kamaya hissed. "I am not Kenshin, that I'm not," he giggled, then practically turned to stone. "KENSHIN, YOU LAZY PRAT!" Kamaya screamed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY KIMONO AND WHY ARE YOU DRESSED LIKE A GIRL?!" By now everyone was staring at them. Kenshin tossed his head with a girly "Humph!" and grinned. "I was getting in touch with my feminine side." Kamaya groaned and grabbed him by his hair. "Come on, Kenshina, let's go home before you embarrass me anymore." So Kenshin was dragged home by his hair. Poor Kenshin.