Warning: The following fic is rated M because of the Battosai's dirty mouth. Looks like he needs to clean it out with orbit.
The manslayer stared at his other half in complete disbelief. His other half had a surprised look, which quickly changed in to a look of complete utter shocked. He could not believe what he was hearing. This giant man, who had just killed nearly a dozen police, had called himself the Hitokiri Battosai. Not that it offended him, the Battosai was flattered that his name was still used to instill fear in the people of this age. No. What really bothered him was the fact the imposter had not said the right sword-style. You would think if someone was really going to play his role, that they would have done their research. How damn hard could that be? His name was written in every fucking history book for the Gods' sakes. What was with this Kamiya Kasshin-Ryu bullshit?
"This day just went from good to bad really quickly." The Rurouni said slowly.
The Battosai turned to the annoying good side of himself, his eyes murderous. If looks could kill, the imposter would have fallen dead that very second he looked back. Grabbing a hold of the folds of the ruroni's shirt, the most feared swordsman proceeded to shake the living hell out of him.
"This was a good day! It most certainly was not a good fucking day. Damn birds, dogs, and people attacked us at the last village we visited. We come quietly here minding our own business and this stupid girl comes attacking us with a pointy stick. Only to run off to try and to kill the real manslayer, who turns out to be a tall, uneducated bastard telling people that he uses the bullshit swords that give life technic. I would say this day when from bad to fucking unbelievable!"
"You did not say anything about this one saving the pretty girl. This one thought you would complain." Kenshin replied after a few seconds to catch his breath.
"Hn. I let you save her because I needed to get a good look at the Hitorkiri Battosai." Hitorkiri spat out name with such hatred it caused Kenshin to edge away from him.
"Sure, you did. Now this one thinks, we have to get the little miss back to her home and tend to her wounds."
The manslayer just rolled his eyes. "And people think I'm the pervert."
His alter ego looked offended. "I have no idea what you are insinuating. The world is still innocent to me. You on the other hand are a completely different matter considering you've been with Tomoe many times before she died."
A snort could be heard. "May I remind you that we are both the same person and you enjoyed it too."
The comment leads the blue-eyed man to blush while the manslayer smirked in victory.
With a sigh Hitorkiri stated, "Let's just get her back to her house."
Immanently, Kenshin perked up. "Oh, come on I know you love saving the pretty princesses from their doom."
"Shut the fuck up." Was his reply, the assassin was now in control and carefully bend down to pick up the sleeping girl's body.
An oro could be heard from behind the Battosai. "What's wrong now?" He then regretted asking when he heard his peaceful side answer.
"How are we going to find her house when all we know is her sword style?"
The Manslayer sweat dropped. "For the Gods sakes, I can't believe you are the other damn side of me!"
He then grabbed Kenshin and proceeded to shake the living shit out of him for the second time in the past thirty minutes.
AN: Here I am again for the second time. Whoot Whoot! For anyone confused, this happened inside of Kenshin's head. An argument between his two very different personalities over what to do. I believe the Battosai does have a very bad mouth plus you were warned at the begining and discription. For a disclaimer see my profile.