Alright This is my new hopeful, officially my third Fanfiction (My second going down in flames) I hope I get some reviews. I'll warn you now, I like to leave cliff hangers.

PARENTAL ADVISORY: I curse a lot. Especially if it's in character.

I hope you like this please, Read, review and enjoy.

Sandaled feet pounded the packed road. The long muscled legs of a practiced runner or a hard working laborer ate up the ground that flew past them. All in all it looked like the young boy, in his carefully patched cream hakama, and equally cared for green, white and black stripped coat, would easily out run his pursuers. Anyone that did actually look at the boy would have seen his faltering steps, the blood that ran down from the right side of his head making him almost blind in that eye. The many forming bruises and scratches on his face were the worst. It looked as though the young man had been fighting for his life.

The man looked over his shoulder, judging his opponents far enough away, before taking a sudden corner and picking up as much speed as he could. His feet pounded out another ground-eating block, turning another corner and entering a fancy restaurant. His mind read the name Shuei-ya, as he slammed the door close and ran into the building. He ran down one hallway, passing the open doors with parties but stopping at a closed door. He'd checked over his shoulder again as he heard the slamming of the Shuei-ya's front gate. He flung the closed screen open, literally walking in on a gambling session, Dice apparently.

One especially tall man stood, "Who the hell are you, kid?"

The shorter red hair man stared blankly at the young man and said, simply, "Oro?"

The young man stared at the tall man, his one good eye wide. It wasn't the man's reddish-brown, rooster-like hair, but the red ribbon that sat on his brow, which drew the man's sight. The young man stiffened, his sensitive ears picking up the sound of his pursuers yelling at the hostess asking if she'd seen the young man. He slid the screen closed with his foot, careful not to let it make too much noise. His eyes traveling around the room, looking for a place to hide. Finally his eyes went up. He put one of his hands in front of his face, in a half praying gesture, "Sorry for the intrusion. I'll be out of here as so as I can. Just don't say anything to them."

It was pretty obvious who 'them' was as the yelling got louder. The young man moved swiftly and silently until he was in one corner of the room. Using his motion he walked up one of the walls then spider-ed his way up the rest of the way, until his back was pressed against the roof. He crab-walked across the corner of the wall and ceiling, until he gripped the wall above the door with his toes, and the tip of his fingers held him in place against the ceiling. The tall man and the red hair man, not to mention every other person in the room stared in shock at the young boy hanging from the wall by his toes.

Their eyes were drawn back down at the sound of the screen being thrown open. Several burly looking gangsters, stepped into the room, "Ok tell us where that Bastard is and we won't hurt any of you." The one with a foot print shaped bruise in the middle of his face yelled.

The rooster head turned to the man, his eyes scarring even the young man hiding above the gangsters. "So you losers want to rumble? Fine bring it on." The man grinned, sending a shiver down the backs of everyone near the door way.

"You… You think you can take on the Shi-" the leader didn't get to finish his sentence as the rooster-head's fist connected with his already bruised noise and face.

"Get your leader out of here if you know what's good for you," The rooster-head glared. The gangsters scurried away as quickly as they could, fear giving them wings. Once their footsteps faded from Rooster-head's hearing, he looked up at the younger man, who's whole body was starting to shake as he was weakening, "You can get down now."

The young man strained his ears, and he waited a few more moments before he let himself carefully down from the ceiling. The red haired man finally stood, smiling and spoke, "May we ask who you are and why you were running from those men."

The young man blinked at them, or blinked as best one could with only one good eye, "You could ask that…" His voice hadn't broken yet. He changed the subject very quickly, turning to the Rooster head, "Thank you for helping me, I'll get out of the way now." He bowed and turned toward the door, trying to leave with some sense of calmness.

The rooster head grabbed his arm stopping him, "Answer Kenshin's questions." He ordered, "We saved you back there, the least you owe us is a name."

The young man's look took on Kenshin's dazed expression, "You want a name? How about… Choshu Heiho?" The young man smiled in a goofy way that was almost a perfect mirror to Kenshin's, "That sounds like a cool name. Now if you'll excuse me I need to be somewhere." With that the young man lifted one of his legs to Rooster head's shoulder, and while the tall man was giving the offending foot a surprised look, brought the other one so that it kicked him hard in the side of the head. Simultaneously he pulled loose and did a back flip so he landed on his feet. He smirked, "And if you must know, it was something akin to that that had me running from those muscle bound freaks. Bye." He took off from his place passing through the open screen before Rooster head could even react.

"Why that little… I'm gonna…"

"Sano, let him go." Kenshin's words stopped the ex-fighter for hire in his tracks. "That young one," He spoke slowly, "Isn't from around here. I think he doesn't want someone to know he's here or who he is. If we see him again, so be it. If not…"

"I get it Kenshin…" Sagara Sanosuke replied, chewing on the stick from some sweet buns he'd stolen from one of his gambling buddies. He smiled his rude smile, and announced, "Now let's get back to winning me more money!"

Yes I know this started a bit like one of the chapters from the manga, but that's how I like to work. I hope you like my story, I'm sorry if I seem rude, or arrogant, I don't mean to I just write what I think. It's kind of a problem…

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