.:Disclaimers:. A lot. As soon as the fic's over I'll add a huge one. For the moment, it's enough knowing that Rurouni Kenshin doesn't belong to me. If you don't mind my saying so, that's damn obvious.

Spring of '69

I-

It was late March, 1969 and spring was playing its tune in that small city. Everything was quite normal, as it has always been supposed to be in such a familiar place: the temple, the houses, the school, the shops, the market, the forest... Everything except the old ladies that gossiped about the hippies living in the trees. But even this fact had already became a part of routine.

On her room upstairs the house, Kaoru closed the door and the soft courtains, leaving just the blinker open to allow light to come in. It was one of those days when she felt like dancing, so she reached for her favorite disc, Beatles' "A Hard Day's Night". She put it on the phonograph, placed cautiously the needle on it and moved aside, shaking her body according to the loud sound of the first song, her hair moving from side to side on her high ponytail. She had been bored.

"Wow... I think I could dance like this forever!", she thought while singing aloud the lyrics she knew by heart. "If only I didn't have to go to that stupid supper on Yumi's house..."

"Kaoru!" a male voice echoed from downstairs, barely being heard by the girl. "Stop stomping! What are you doing there?"

"I'm training for Beatles' concert!" she answered patienceless.

"Those hairy junky pot-smokers had quit making concerts in 1966, for Kami's sake!" the voice screamed back.

Kaoru halted by the player and stopped the disc from spinning by holding the needle, producing a singular and disheartening sound. "Mou! You killjoy!" she bellowed, tightening her fists.

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On the edge of the forest near the borders of the city a trail could be seen. It led to a wide glade where a hippie comunity had set down some years before. The elder citzens didn't enjoy the idea of having those people living there. It caused a lot of speculation, miths and tales about the unnoficial dwellers, about their way of living and their reason to be there. The men believed they were flyers; the women thought their being crooks, whores and pushers; the youth considerated them idols for breaking the rules and following their wills.

By the river, Kenshin was doing the laundry. Kneeing there quietly he was, thinking about his life, about the birds, about all he had left behind, about what he would have for dinner. He was lost within his head when a foxy voice came from among the trees. "Ken-saaaaaaaaaaan!". He sprang up in alarm, turning his head back to see Megumi approaching afterwards.

"Megumi-dono! You have scarred sessha...", Kenshin said smiling.

"Ahwn, sorry, Ken-san... I didn't mean to..."

"By the way, what's the matter?"

"Well, I need you a favor..."

"Hm, if sessha can help..."

"You surely do! Would you mind to keep me company this night?"

"Oro?!", his eyes buged.

"I mean, I must pick some stuff at the groceries up and I don't want to go downtown alone! Everyone out there looks at me in an odd way... I'd like you to make me company... And to protect me also! The sun's setting down, and Kami only knows what they think about a young womang from the comunity who walks alone at night in the city."

"Hm, it's alright then..." he said, with his hand behind his head "But sessha is affraid that it won't be very useful..."

"Anyway I feel more secure... At least I won't feel one of a kind... So, do you mind to come with me?"

"No, Megumi-dono! Sessha will make you company, de gozaru yo."- he smiled warmly.

"Ah! Thank you, Ken-san!" she huged him, making a real fuss, getting up and pulling him by the wrist afterwards. "Let's go!"

"Ah, wait! The clothing! Megumi-dono, sessha must pick up the clothing!"

Ow, cut it out, Ken-san! It's not time to think about the laundry!"

"Wait! Sessha was already doing it!" he shouted, while trying in vain to break free from her hands and get the clothes he was washing when she arrived. He could yet watch, kind of let down and with a helpless expression, one of his companion's clothes being carried by the stream.

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Riding a black Harley-Davidson fleetely on the highway, a man was seen following the cars that carried the gear of a rock band. He wore torn jeans, a white T-shirt (at least this was the color it was supposed to be), a black shirt with a white kanji stamped on it over the T-shirt and a red strip. Tight tied with a rope on the back-saddle there were a backpack and a guitar.

Nobody could hear it, due to the high speed that made the sound seem inaudible, but Sanosuke sang to himself a song. It was composed by a friend of his who played on a band (in his opinion they would never become anything, despite their good music making). It's chorus was something like "We were born, born to be wild... Born to be wi-i-i-i-ild..." and this was just the way he felt, like someone who wasn't fated to be a righteous doctor or a respectable teacher, but a thrill seeker. And there he was, seeking thrill and following his favorite band across the country -The Doors. All he needed was there: a few clothes for him to change, his guitar, his body, his charm and his skill. With it he could develop himself well enough.

"Goddamn, I'm hungry... As soon as they stop I'll seek somewhere to eat... 'hope I can create myself an accountment in some o' those drive-throughs and I won' have to pay cash on the meal time, specially 'cuz I have none..." he thought while singing. "Well, if the person behind the counter's a cutie it'll be a piece o' cake...", he giggled alone onto his metal companion.

"Born to be wi-i-i-i-ild..." he sang loudly, turning his attention to the blood-red crimson. It was a great view fom that highway. Then, suddenly, something caught his eye: there were two people traveling on the band's car's top!

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"Hm, I hate the top...", Yahiko complained while sitting on the car' roof. Misao hit him on the top of his head, making him hop with anger. "Ahw! Why the heck did you do it?"

"Stop muttering, you silly." Misao held her ground to take balance. "We have already been through worse things. Do you remember when we went under that truck? THAT was uncomfortable."

"Don't remind me about that.", the boy shook the coming image of that experience. "But I still prefere the trunk."

"Yeah, but nothing is perfect, isn't it? What does it matter where we're travelling if we're going with The Doors?"

"The Doors, The Doors, The Dooooooooors!!!" Misao-chibi and Yahiko-chibi cheered hysterically. Back to normal shape, she laughed.

"Really! The trunk is more comfortable, we can sleep, but it's not so exciting! Not to mention the wind. It's becoming quite hot!"

"Yeah, it is..." he said smiling, then turned to a gloomy face.

"What is it now? Don't you think it's funny?"

"Yes, it surely is... But... Well... when will we stop?"

Misao sighed and then she boasted. "Well, I don't intend to. But you can, whenever you want." Then she saw the blue expression on Yahiko's face. "Ow, come on, boy! What else do we have of our own besides this? All we have is the guts and the breath to have fun! Do you want to loose it too?"

Yahiko swang his head in denial, then smiled cheerfully. "Yeah, you're right! We are on our own, we do whatever we think it's good for us. It's difficult sometimes, but everything has a price, isn't it? We live in a way that lots of people would give their neck just to taste. No, I have nothing to complain about."

Misao smiled and messed her companion's hair. This conversation made her miss a little her other life: hed bedroom, her city, and even sometimes her parents. But this conclusion of Yahiko's made her think better. "Well, it's been two years since I ran away from home... My parents probably can't even remember me... And I think I'm better now than when I was with them... Yes, Misao. You draw your way. It can be wrong or difficult, but it's yours." Then she turned her head aside, yet in silence, and gazed the crimson. "Yahiko, look how red is the sky today!" she pointed to nowhere on the glow and said aloud.

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Kaoru was wearing a blue dress, long to her knees and with no sleeves, tied around her neck with a knot to the left of it, letting two pieces of soft fabric fall to her shoulders. Trying to keep balance onto her high heels, she longed for her pantaloons, her comfortable blouse and her usual lack of shoes. Or at least some dress that wouldn't make her look so ridiculous, since her father wanter her to wear a dress. But he would never allow her to choose her own clothes, specially for such an important occasion like that one. Since her mother had died, a few years ago, he had always been asking her friend's mothers for advice on how she should dress. A silly attitude, on her opinion.

"Silly things. I don't need anyone to tell me how to dress...", she thought in silence, while keeping on swallowing the tears. "Why can't he accept me the way I am? I have my own style and I have nothing to hide... But he insists on making me look like a porcelain doll..."

And coldly looking to the floor she went on, her father accompanying her close, introducing her to his friends and to people he barely knew. The same sentence she used to hear several times in one night. "Your daughter is really lovely, Kamyia-sensei!". Sometimes she wanted to shout that she was not lovely, she was no doll or cute animal. But the respect she felt for her father kept her thoughts from turning to voice on her throat.

The host, Yumi, was just ecstatic. For three years she had been dating Shinomori Aoshi, a young and wealthy lawyer, who was taking mastership at that time. He was the best catch in the city, the kind of man that every family would gladly choose to marry the young ladies. And now their relationship was becoming official to the society. She looked glad on her champaign-colored dress, but she felt kind of worried. Running her eyes through the large hall she took no notice of her fiancé. As a lightning, she ran to the study, and there he was, curved over a huge book, reading and taking notes on a separated sheet of paper. She closed the door and leant on it.

"Koishii... Everybody is out there. Let's go, it's our engagement party... It's not normal that we remain here inside as caracoles."

"I will be soon out.", he answered coldly, not moving away from his book.

"That's right. Don't take long, daddy wants to toast...", she smiled happily and approached to his chair, kneeing by his side and taking his hand. He turned his cold blue eyes to her. "I love you, koishii.", she wishpered. He kissed her hand and said nothing, turning back to his book. She got annoyed. "Tell me this."

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me that you love me."

"Oh, come on, Yumi... This is so childish..."

"Don't you love me?!"

"You know what I feel...", he said, finally facing her back.

"So tell it! I just wanna hear!"

"Alright...", he sighed. "I love you too."

She smiled and kissed the tip of his lips, then turned round and walked out of the room, leaving the man there, back to his literature.

Showing back on the hall, Yumi ran into Kaoru and made a great fuss, pulling her to a corner for them to have a conversation.

"So, Kaoru-chan? How are things? Ah, you look so beautiful!"

"Ahw, things are running on fine. Nothing new, though. And yet, I hate this clothes..."

"Come on, girl! You look fabulous! But tell me, have you got a boyfriend yet?"

"Hm, not really."

"How come?!", she looked really surprised. "Why? You are already seventeen! What's the matter? Doesn't Kamyia-sensei like the lads?"

"Well, it's just that I'm not in love with anyone, for the moment..."

"Kaoru! It's just a matter of time! You don't need necessarily to be in love with anyone to get a dating!"

"Do you mean that you are not in love with Aoshi?" Kaoru frowned dazzled.

"Not yet, I think. Well, I though I was, but maybe I'm not..."

"Well, Yumi... I think that when we really fall in love we just don't doubt it. It's obvious to us."

"Maybe. But I'm not in any hurry! We'll get married, we'll have our entire lives to spend together and fall in love with each other." She smiled mischievously, looking from side to side and approaching to Kaoru. "Today, while I got dressed, my mother explained me things... er... some things that a married woman must know..."

"You mean, she told you about sex?"

"Yes...", Yumi blushed. "My mother talked about it in such a different way from the Biology classes... she gave me some hints on how to... please him... She made it seem so... intimate... And good also! I think we'll fall in love when we do that way..."

But before Kaoru asked her, very quizcall, about how she could have sex with someone she had no intimacy, no feeling about, Yumi's father summoned her for them to toast and Kamyia-sensei came closer to his daughter. She obseved the young lady that led to the lawyer's side, holding a glass of champaign he handed her. As the proud father made a speech, Kamyia-sensei wishpered to Kaoru, starting a soft-voiced talk. "You see, Kaoru-chan... Your friends are becoming married women... They are setting dates, engaging, growing up... Becoming adults."

"I am still seventeen, Otousan...", she said as soflty as him.

"But it's already time for you to think about your future. You can't keep inside your bedroom forever."

"I had already thought about my future. I am going to university next year, I'll study a lot and I'll become a teacher."

"It's a good thought. But can't you think about this kind of thing later?"

"That's what I want for my life. The rest will happen if it's to happen."

"Indeed... But things are not that easy, dear..."

"Well, I must say that things are not that difficult, Otousan."

"Kiddy, we've already had this conversation. It took us nowhere. You know you must think about having a family, about having chlidren, running a house, being a good wife..."

"What about me? Mustn't I think about me?"

"All of this is thinking about you."

"What if I want to be free? What if I want to lead my own life, Otousan?", she said, becoming angry.

"These are silly ideas, Kaoru. Will you be alone forever?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet... If I decide so..."

"Stop with this stupid conversation. And quit this crazy thoughts of being alone, with no children, no husband... It's for people who have no responsability."

Kaoru had a lump in the throat. All she wanted to say was stuck there, hampered by her rage and her respect. She wanted to get out stormily stomping, but her father discretely grabbed her arm with strenght, making her stay, till Yumi's father was through with the speech and the toast. Just then she had the opportunity to slip out of there and take some fresh air.

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Kenshin and Megumi were walking through the empty streets, among the city lights. The woman curled her arm around Kenshin's, even if he was much shorter than her and she had to hunch a little.

"It's strange..." Kenshin said. "There's nobody on the streets... At least some couples usually hang around here at night, but today there's nobody."

"It's better like this, Ken-san. Nobody to point us and say 'look, two pot-smokers!'. No mother to embrace their children, as if we were wolves and they had to protect the kids from us... I like it that way." Then they stepped aside to cross the street, a wide and ill-lighted one.

Suddenly, a loud roar could be heard by them, a motor-like sound. In no time, Megumi felt something whized behind her, knocking her down on the ground. Then the roar ceased. A tall man, wearing jeans and a black shirt, came from where the sound had died out.

"Sorry, young lady...", he said, while lifting Megumi from the ground. "'m Sanosuke, I'm a foreigner, I didn't know theah'd be anyone at the street and--"

"You idiot!" she shouted in rage. "You could have killed me with this thing! What kind of crazy are you? Riding a motonet this fast into a city!"

"Whoa... calm down! It's not a motonet, that's a genuine Harley-Davidson. Yah alright, ya didn't get hurt, as I can see and I've already apologized."

"It was luck that I didn't get hurt, you lunatic!"

"Hey, -t's enough with the offensive words, isn't it?"

"Stop being so ironic! I could have gotten hurt, I have the right to complain! You are the wrong one here, not me!"

"Uh, Megumi..." Kenshin tried. "Let's go, the lad have already apologized and--"

"Can't you at least pay attention to where you ride this thing?" Megumi went on arguing, without taking notice of Kenshin's advice.

"Oi! Ya get angry easily, foxy woman!", Sanosuke mocked.

"What did you call me, you rooster?", she frowned, treatening the man with her body.

Kenshin sliped out quickly. He knew Megumi very well, it was obvious to him that she would spend the entire night arguing with the out-of-towner. The guy didn't seem dangerous, despite the stormy way he introduced himself and Megumi knew well how to develop alone. It would be worse if he stood there, with his eyes buged and turning from side to side without knowing what to say. So he left them and intended to take a walk through the city.

"It's been a long time sessha doesn't come to this part of the city..." He thought while wandering leisurely, gazing the dark sky sprinkled with stars. "Walking like this makes sessha remember the time he roamed through the country... But one day sessha will fly away again... Sessha knows..."

Kenshin passed across bridges, boulevards, alleys, just flerting with the city downcast lights, till he heard a cry, a muffled sob. Following the sound, he got to a square to see a young woman in a blue silk dress sitting on the grass, drawning into tears. He came closer and asked warmly. "Miss? Are you alright?"

The girl lifted her head and gazed the red-haired man with her deep-green eyes, nodding her head. She tried to sweep away a tear from her left eye, but many others came after and she burst into copious cry, making obvious her answer wasn't true. She arched forth and proped her head on her knees, hiding her face from the man's violet eyes. Kenshin sat by her side and put his hand on her shoulder.

"It's alright... calm down...", he softly petted her back, making her face him once again. "Is there anything sessha can do to help you?"

"I... I don't think so...", she sniffed, fixing her messed hair.

Kenshin wiped away a tear that was still on the girl's face. "What is your name?"

"Kamyia Kaoru..."

"Ah, so you are Kamyia Kaoru, Kamyia Kasshin mistress and only seventeen years old... Sessha has heard about you..."

"Have... have you?"

"Yes, you became a mistress when you were fourteen, de gozaru ka?"

"In reality... I was fifteen..." she looked a little more cheerful. "But how do you know all of this about me?"

"Sessha lives around, sessha had heard a lot while wandreing throughout this country; although sessha doesn't come out here for several months."

"What?" the girl frowned, a bit smily by curiousity.

"Well, sessha lives in the hippie comunity, in the forest. Sessha wa rurouni." He smiled warmly, a wide and sincere smile that was spilled over the girl's wet face. She stared at his face and could see within his violet eyes that he wasn't fake. After some minutes of an uncomfortable lack of any sound but her sniffs, he spoke again. "So, do you feel better now?"

"Kind of..." she sighed cheerless and banged her head down..

"Well, what was it about?"

"Life."

"Hm, don't you say such things, young lady! Maybe things don't go as we expect them to in some moment, but it's not a reason to complain about life! Living is always a gift and it mustn't be taken away for anything, de gozaru yo."

Kaoru said nothing, her head still down. Then, after a while, she lifted her eyes and looked within the red-headed man's. "I would like to... I mean, I want to be free."

"Hm... All you need is will."

"It's not that easy..." she shook her head while turning it to Kenshin's opposite side.

"Sessha must say things are not that difficult."

Kaoru lifted her head dazzled with his answer -her own! "What a coincidence... It's not possible!" Somehow she enjoyed that odd man since he approached, exactely by his odd way, but that moment he really impressed her. Realising her surprised expression, Kenshin believed it to be a sign of courage on that weak and gloomy girl.

"Himura Kenshin." The man bowed forth, offering his hand to the girl.

"Kamyia Kaoru." She could design a timid smile, bowing forth to him and shaking his hand.

"Sessha knows. You have already told sessha, Kaoru-dono!"

"Aw!", she burried her face into her hands, ashamed. "I'm so stupid!"

"Take it easy, Kaoru-dono!", he laughed. "Forget about it. So, where do you live? Sessha means, where can sessha find you?"

"Oh-oh... I'd rather you not no find me... I mean, my dad wouldn't enjoy running into you... He hates those matters of freedom and hippies and rurouni and... "

"Oh, sessha sees. You mean your dad would hate sessha."

"Yes..." she agreed sadly, but quickly she turned to a desperate try to fix the situation. "I mean, no! I mean, yes and no! I mean... awh! Forget. Sorry!"

"Sessha understands, Kaoru-dono! By the way, if you want to talk to sessha you know where to go. You can come whenever you want to have some talk."

"Well... Don't people at the comunity... get... angry? I mean..."

"They surely don't! If wou want, you may go tomorrow. Sessha will be glad of introducing you to the people in there, specially to Megumi-dono..." Kenshin buged his eyes suddenly. "Oh-oh! Sessha forgot Megumi-dono arguing with that man! Sessha must go now!" he said, getting up in a hurry. "Come tomorrow, if you can!" he could yet yell from the corner, leaving a smiling and renewed Kaoru sitting on the ground.

A husky voice came from behind the girl, as soon as Kenshin desappeared. "Kamyia-san?". She turned her head to see Aoshi coming closer. "Kamyia-san, your father is searching for you. Where have you been?"

She lifted herself and swept away the grass on her dress. "I... I came outside... to take some air... I felt dizzy, so I thought it would be good for me to breath some fresh air."

"Hm... I see... Let's go back then." He said, turning round and leading to Yumi's house. Kaoru followed him. They said nothing for a while, then Aoshi mutered discretly. "Your eyes are bulky."

"A-are they?" she stuttered. "Uh, it's because of... the air! It's too cold, then my eyes seemed dry and... they got bulky..."

"Fine. And I was born twenty-six. I have never been seventeen...", he quipped her flatly. They said no more. He just drew a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Kaoru. Though, something fell on the floor when he did so, without him noticing it.

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"Hey Misao, why don't we just stay near the band crew? I'm tired, I want to sleep!" Yahiko moaned while following his companion along a street. She was running fast in front of him, who could barely walk and just couldn't keep up with the girl's pace.

"They are going to set out tomorrow, by lunch-time! We must hang around the city before it happens! If we go to sleep now we'll not be able to know the place." She shouted over her shoulder, about twenty yards further.

"We may do this tomorrow, when we wake up!"

"Ha! The both of us know you're not going to get up in time!", she laughed, turning to a corner and going to another street.

Yahiko fastened his pace, trying to follow her from closer. "Hey! I can wake up, I'll show you!". When he drew to the same corner Misao had, he saw her down to the floor, folded knees, scrutinizing a piece of paper. He stopped, a bit far from her. "What is it, Misao?"

"It seems to be a calling card." She said, looking it on both sides. She squinted, trying to see what was written even in that dark night. She read, saying aloud. " 'Shinomori Aoshi - Lawyer.' There's also a phone number here." Turning the card, she could see its back face. It should be blank, but it was written, by pen, in a womanish caligraphy. " 'Aishiteru. Yumi'... Hm, interesting!"

"Ow, come on, Misao! What is so interesting in this love letter?"

"Hm... I don't know... But I'll keep it anyway." She said, raising herself and puting the card on her backpack. "I feel it's gonna be useful..."

"Ha, you demonstration of intuition again... I trust better in your kunai than in your good sense or your intuition." the boy said, fixing his backpack onto his shoulders. He felt, though, a strong and small punch on his head, that made him get dizzy.

"What's wrong with my kunai?!" Misao, very angrily, hit his head.

They went on arguing along the street, when they finally saw a man and a woman face to face, arguing. Misao hid behind a tree and Yahiko, realising her intention, lowered himself and covered up behind a hydrant. The girl observed cautiously the scene: the guy looked bad, browny, with a red strip around his head and messed hair, a black shirt with a kanji stamped behind it. It meant "evil". The woman looked fragile on her long skirt and her sleeveless shirt, no shoes. "This guy is going to rape the girl!", Misao thought, calling Yahiko's attention afterwards.

"Pst! Yahiko!", she whispered. "We must do something! Do you have your shinai on you?"

"M-hm." Yahiko nodded.

"So we'll do like this: I'll creep to that side and when I give you a sign we attack the guy together, OK?"

Once again Yahiko agreed silently. Misao tiptoed from lamppost to lamppost, from tree to tree, avoiding being seen. She looked unsteadly, from her mate to the man, to the woman, and back to her mate.

They discussed angrily. The woman was out of control and soon the man would be too. He approached his body threateningly to her. This very moment, Misao looked in sign to Yahiko and both jumped from their hide-outs to attack the would-be rapist. "Kansatsu Tobikunai!" But, before they could see it was a mistake, the woman pummeled violently the man's head and walked away calmly, yelling at him "Baka!". The man stood there, holding his head. Misao and Yahiko had no time to stop (the further had already flinged her weapons and the later was on the air from his jump, ready to hit the guy): they hurted directly the attacked man, together, making him fall on the floor.

"Oi! Whadda hell is it all?" the man cried out, brushing his hand on the top of his head, the place both -the woman and Yahiko- had striked him. "Are you from any kind of organisation for the defense of the foxes?"

"What?", Yahiko frowned, shaking his shoulders.

"Shut up, Yahiko!", Misao said, running to Sanosuke's side to pick up her kunai. "Sorry, man. We thought you were going to rape the girl..."

"Rape'er?!" he screeched. "-t was easier for her to kill me than for me to rape'er... Ouch, the girl's strong..." he brushed the place where she had hit him, than glared the couple of attackers. "And, for Geddy's sake, so are ya..."

"Eh, ehe..." Misao turned a bit awkward. "Hm... is there anything we may do for you?"

"By the way... 'm hungry. And gotta sleep."

"Ha, loosing time, guy..." Yahiko said, throwing himself on the floor. "We're not from here, and we also look for food and bed. Yet, I'm dog tired as well."

"Eh?" Sanosuke giggled. "And what do ya kids are doing outta home?"

"Who did you call kids?" the boy jumped between the man and the girl, glaring him. Misao pushed his head down and went on talking.

"Following The Doors, of course!" she answered. "And we are no kids."

"Just like me... Hm, so yah roadies?"

"I'd rather say we're 'followers'. We're not just apple-polishers."

"Anyway... So, I see ya can do nothing for me... Can ya at least tell me where's there any inn?"

"Hm... I really don't know...", Misao scratched her head.

"Hey, I've seen one on that street we came from!" Yahiko shouted, getting up again. "There's a lit house, from where you can hear some music -I think it's a party. By the way, nextdoors there's an inn. There's a great sign on it, writen 'Akabeko'."

"'Kay, lad." Sanosuke got up and rode his motorcycle again. "Thanks for the information. I'm Sagara Sanosuke, seek me if ya need anything. Yah...?"

"We're Misao and Yahiko." the girl answered. "Thanks a lot, Sagara-kun. Take care."

"'m OK: yah the danger." He winked, vanishing in the darkness upon his metal horse. Hands on her waist, Misao watched the man, while Yahiko approached to her.

"He seems cool." the boy stated.

Misao looked to the Yahiko's face and mentally compared him to Sanosuke. "M-hm... But don't you dare to become like him!", she giggled.

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.:It's Me Again:. That's just the first chapter. The *REAL* story is oncoming. Just a few clearing-ups: 1- don't colapse, Sano talks in an odd way; 2- there are slices of various songs scattered throughout the fic -as I've already told you, I'll write them down on the big-disclaimer; 3- for those who didn't have a clue about the expression "for Geddy's sake": it's normal for english-speakers to substitute the word "God" in daly expressions, placing other "g"-words (such as "gosh", or "geez"); that's just a reference to Geddy Lee, Rush' singer and bassman.
This fic' updating won't be regular-timed, like "Try to Get Along Without Kaoru"'s, but I don't intend to take too long. Yet I'll update it just in case that the readers want to read it. So, do you really wanna read more of it?