I do not own Tsubasa or Kenshin- they're both bloody and hilarious without me.

"Oww...."

Syaoran groaned after landing on the dusty, hard ground. He slowly got to his feet and brushed off the dirt on his clothes. He turned to a teenage girl who was casually sitting on a blonde mage and a very pissed ninja.

"Are you okay, Hime?" he asked her.

" Yeah. I am. What about everybody else?" she asked, lightly getting to her feet.

A giant fluff ball appeared from the mage's pure winter coat. " We're in the next world!" He announced while bouncing around.

" Oi... You stupid manju bun, can't you land us a little safer??!!!!" the ninja complained.

" Oh! Kuro-pon is getting anxious now?" Fye toyed. "He wants to protect his little bottom?"

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID MAGE!!!!!" Kurogane started to chase Fye and Mokona, who was on his shoulder, around the small area that they landed in.

" I wonder where we are now?" the Sakura wondered aloud, oblivious to the chase . "It seems like we're nowhere."

The other brunette shrugged. He twisted around and searched for any mark of civilization, village or town. Syaoran spotted something and pointed. "Over there!"

The chase froze, and all of the traveling group stared at the direction of the brunette's finger. Sure enough there was a faint outline of a village through the waves of dust.

"Village ho!" Fye cheered. "Let's go and check it out!

Kurogane just shrugged. "I don't give a damn shit on where we're going;I just want to get out of this spot right now!"

Onward they went, to the clump of houses beyond the dusty plains.

–

Upon entering the settlement, the first thing they noticed was there was many bustling people going from building to building. The passer-bys couldn't help but staring at the 'odd-ones-out,' main reason being their clothes. I mean, who would wear a white fur coat, when everyone around them were wearing simple yukatas?

A shrill voice erupted among the murmurs of the people. Our little group of people rushed to the source of the terror filled voice.

–

They skidded to a stop as they looked beyond a corner, trying to be discreet.

A man, who was obviously drunk, backed a lady, in a simple kimono, to a wall of a building

" You can dream of me telling you--" he imitated in a shrill woman's voice, "--'Don't worry about the damage. I'll repay everything. Just sit back and watch the magic.'" The woman was obviously offended and started yelling intelligible words.

The lady's rants must not have made sense, since he was light-headed, because the drunkie was raising his fist to knock some sense into her.

In a quick motion Syaoran was guarding the lady, his arms shaking from the weight of the drunk's fist. "Hurry. Run!" he whispered to the terrified woman. As she scooted away from the 'what's-about-to-be-a-dangerous-fight' the man retreated his fist.

"Who the hell are you?!"He stuffed a sausage-sized finger at the young brunette. There was a glint in his eyes as he remained motionless to his commands. "If you're not going to answer, then I guess I'll have to wring it out of you, BRAT!!!!"