A/N: Another random thought for a story….this one is pretty much planned out and more of a side idea than anything, so if it starts getting updated regularly, slaps me. Okay?

It's gonna be like five or six chapters…maybe or maybe not counting prologues and epilogues….well, here goes!

Pinching Pennies

I just got evicted.

It's not really as depressing as it should be. I mean, this isn't really something that you celebrate. But in my case, I suppose I saw it coming.

I'm not at home right now; I'm not collecting my things and I'm not wallowing in my own pity. You see, this was something that was inevitable. When you don't have a job, it's very hard for you to pay the rent, and when you don't pay the rent, you get evicted. Isn't it just a perfect system?

There's really nothing in my apartment that was really worth keeping anyways. Most of had already been pawned off for money so I could eat. Now, all that was left was for me to collect the rest of it and sell it off as well.

I've never really been that good at keeping a job, so I've never really been good at keeping money. Being a very picky person was never my problem. It was that I was never doing a job that suited me. Like any aspirations, mine was to work in the ideal space where you're respected. Ultimately, of course, I would want to have a job that would make me rich, just like every other person on the face of the Earth. But, I wasn't special enough for any of that. I wasn't someone worthy of that luxury. And I wasn't a drunk or a fool so God certainly wasn't going to take care of me.

I'm sorry; I'm loading all my problems on you. You don't even know me do you? Alright well, first, I'm in the middle of a crowded city full of easily aggravated people. Now, imagine a banana (because it's small, yellow and predominantly male) with long red hair covered by a lavender toboggan. I had a pair of teal headphones that were very old, much like something you could pull out of the early nineties. A pair of goggles that looked a little too high tech. A gray hoodie and khakis that probably needed a good wash. That was me. The little guy loafing around the big city and trying not to be squashed by the big shiny shoes. My name if Kenshin Himura. I'm eighteen years old and have been living on my own for the past three years by lying to the police.

Lovely life isn't it?

I spent that day on the streets wandering around and peaking into the department store windows at the latest high end fashions. I could just imagine me in those, and not the dummies that were about my size. Just as I got a picture, I was shoed away by one of the management. I didn't take it too seriously though. I just trudged off and found a nice corner to sit on and ponder life's big questions. Usually when people saw me hanging out there they would drop small coins and wait for me to scramble towards them like an animal. So, I put on a nice show. I would bark at them and scare them away before I picked up the coins. It was a laugh. It was also something that I had learned from my best friend Sanosuke Sagara.

Sano came up from the street that was behind me. While he had been on the streets for a few years, lately he had a steady job and was in an apartment which I planned to share with him. He knew I owned virtually nothing so he wouldn't mind.

Sano tapped my shoulder. I resumed turning a quarter in my knuckles while I twisted around to look at him. Sano was a very goofy looking person as well. His own dress style was something out of one of those gangster movies, and he was the dirty underling who didn't have enough money for the suit. His hair was greasy where he tried to pull it back and held in a red bandanna. His jean jacket was old and faded, and on the back was the Japanese symbol for 'evil' . Aku. I smiled.

"Whatcha up to Ken?" he asked.

"Nothin' much. Just, chillin' I guess."

Sano and I were simple friend with simple conversation.

"Somethin' wrong?"

"Naw…well, I need to ask you something."

"What's that?"

"Can I live with you?"

Sano shrugged when I asked. "I guess. There's plenty o' room, so long as you don't mind sleeping on the floor."

"Nope."

"Cool. We're roommates then?"

I nodded. Simple. After that we chatted on various topics while continuing our aimless walking around. We shared laughs like we always did, and when the sun was beginning to set and the villains of the night were ready to come out, Sano told me that he was heading home. I began to follow him. We stopped at a street corner where there was a 'don't walk' sign and we waited. We were the only people on the crosswalk. When it turned, Sano took one of his very free steps out onto the crosswalk. I pulled on his collar, and there went a sports color I think was black zooming down the street. After that, police patrol cars were going passed us like NASCAR racecars. Sano held his hand to his chest.

"Shit…"

"You're welcome.," was the last thing that I said as I took off down the sidewalk to catch a glimpse of the fool who was stupid enough to try and commit a crime before the sun sank below the horizon.

Now, I've always been thought of as a talent less hack, but one of the things that I was capable of doing was running. The time that I was on the track when I was fourteen I'd already broken a few state records. Keeping up with the cars was, while difficult, a fun way to exercise. I kept my eyes following these vehicles until I turned a corner with them. Only a few feet down the walk I was struck with a blunt object right between the eyes….

It wasn't long after that I woke up with my nose throbbing and probably swelling, and blood collecting above my upper lip. It gushed out as fast as it could until it eventually went through my lips. Not a pleasant taste. I lay on the sidewalk like a Raggedy Anne doll. My head throbbed a moment. When I tried to rise up from that position, I was pushed back down by a lovely raven haired woman.

"Who…?"

"Kenshin. Oh my God, are you alright?" I had no idea who this woman was, but she had the loveliest blue eyes.

"I think…"

"Oh thank God. An ambulance is on the way, and I called your parents."

Hold up! "What are you talking about?"

"You went out today and they didn't know where you were."

"Back up, back up. How do you know me?"

She looked offended, but her face softened as she dabbed my nose and propped my head back. "Kaoru Kamiya. Remember? Your girlfriend?"

Wow…the heiress Kaoru Kamiya? What the hell was going on?

"What just happened?"

"Some idiots who were driving recklessly threw something out of their car. They were bank robbers. Thankfully the police stopped them."

"I see."

"No, no. Don't get up. You could really be hurt."

"I think my nose is broken."

Kaoru began to caress me lovingly, and I delved into her chest like the likeable boyfriend I wanted to be. "When did I leave?"

"This morning. You had tons of stuff to do today. You scared us."

"Huh. Not ringing any bells."

She laid me back down on the pavement. She was being precautionary. I looked around at all the people that were staring at me and whispering. That was when I heard someone say:

"There's another victim. He got hit."

Wait?…Sano?"

"Kaoru…Miss Kaoru?"

"Yes."

"Who the hell am I?"

"Kenshin, tell me you don't have amnesia."

"No no…I just….I know who I am…but who am I?"

"You're the heir to a multi-billion dollar company owned by your father Seijuuro Hiko. Why?"

"Oh."

Holy shit! I was filthy rich? Are you serious? Or is this just a cruel dream? Or…was I in heaven? Whatever it was, I was going to bask in it.

A/N: Interesting? Tell me what you think. Till next time, KenSan out!