Okay, WOW! Someone actually wants to read this! OO (in shock) Anyways, I do not own Rurouni Kenshin, the Juppongatana, or the nicknaming of Shishio as " The Burnt up old Sausage," (This was made by Pu-chan in their story "Random," it was just so funny, I HAD to use it! Big apology to Pu-chan if you mind, I'm sorry…) Anyways, enough with me feeling bad about my lack of imagination! On to the dementedness!

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"And that's the 328th time that I proved that I was superior to lawn furniture! What a day!" Explained Houji to the innocent, big-eyed 3 year old children at the day care center where he worked when Shishio-sama wasn't ordering him around, telling him to do paperwork, and buy more instant cappuccino off the black market… "Oldi-man…" Inquired a young girl with big, cute brown eyes. "IT'S HOUJI-SAN!!" screamed an annoyed Houji. "Moldy-can…." "Houji-san!" " Koji-tan?" We'll leave this to the Bagel-man.

Meanwhile, at the Shrine of the Six-and-currently-under-construction-to-be-seven Arches.....

Shishio watched the Construction crew work from out of his living room. (That room with the couch) Yumi was reclining on the couch beside Shishio doing a 'newly adapted' Official Shrine of the Not-Quite-Six-But-Not-Quite-Seven-Either Arches Official Crossword Puzzle! ting! (Shishio adapted it himself with a sharpie and some white-out.) "Let's see…" pondered Yumi. "Singer most likely to be famous in 150 years…" The name 'John Lennon' was messily crossed out and 'Shishio Makoto' was hastily scrawled in barely legible red sharpie. "OH, good job, Mako-chan!!" squealed the ever-gullible Yumi. Shishio smirked his 'I already know that I'm the coolest guy in the world' smile, and said, "Yes, Yumi; want to hear me sing?" "Oh, yes, please, Mako-chan, it would be an honor to listen to your beautiful voice!" We'll just leave this scene for the better survival of our own eardrums.

Kamatari was practicing. Not practicing her (Yes, for this story I will call him a her.) Midari Benten or Benten Mawashi, mind you, but a much harder, more challenging task… namely doing the laundry. "Let's see here…" Murmured everyone's favorite transvestite. "Oh, Ew…. This is one of Usui's T-shirts… uggh… How did I ever end up doing this, I can't remember….Hey, one of Yumi's kimonos… hehe." Kamatari reached into her pocket and pulled out a canister of 'Uncle Melvin's super duper ultimate itching cream' when an all-too-familiar smell of over-cooked barbeque filled the air… "OOOH, one of Shishio-sama's socks!!" Squealed Kamatari, temporarily putting down the kimono. hugs the sock Chou walks by, and sees Kamatari clinging to a little fuzzy black sock and squealing with pleasure. "Okay..." he muttered. A bit too loudly. Kamatari slowly turned her head. "Chou…" she muttered dangerously, with bright red 'Sano angry at Kenshin for assuming he could be friends with Saito' eyes. Chou paled, and whimpered. Kamatari tucked the beloved sock into her kimono, and picked up her giant, 70-pound, newly-sharpened, lemony-fresh smelling chain-scythe. Chou finally stopped gawking like an idiot and ran for his life. Meanwhile…

Saizuchi was quite proud of himself. He, no-one else, but he, found some way to occupy Iwanbo for the rest of the day. "Here is a picture," Saizuchi had told him earlier that day. He had always felt offended when no-one ever asked to see it, he thought he looked rather dashing…. It was a picture of Saizuchi from his High School Senior Prom!! dun dun duuuuuun….. He was standing beside his 'beautiful date…' an old Max O' Lantern (The name Max is SO much cooler than Jack!) that he had found in a dumpster behind the school. He could remember the night perfectly…. "Come, dearest!" Cried the younger, still bald, 228 year old Saizuchi to a rotting pumpkin. He was bragging to all his 'friends' for weeks about the great date they had had. Saizuchi snapped back to reality to see Iwanbo newly rediscovering his sense of smell. (again.) "Now listen, idiot!" Cried the incredibly annoying old man. "Look at this picture, and tell me what you think of my beautiful hair," he added with a flourish, tossing his still-bald head with a hint of pride. "Tell me what you think by the end of today, if you can finish it by then…" In the current time, three hours later, Iwanbo still sat out in the garden of the Shrine-that-I-guess-you-could-consider-as-currently-being-6½-arches, not having moved since that morning, staring blankly at Saizuchi's non-existent hair and yellow, blunt looking teeth, birds beginning to peck at his non-moving bulk. "Du-huh…. Hee hee…" He laughed stupidly as vultures began to fly overhead…..

Soujiro panted as he dutifully helped the construction workers erect the new arch in the Shrine of the I'm-tired-of-having-to-find-diffferent-ways-of-saying-this-almost-seven Arches. Suddenly, he heard a jarring sound cut through the early spring noontide air. The cherry blossoms stopped falling. The birds stopped singing. The sound was hideous—far worse than the many sounds of Houji in the bathroom….. Another jarring note pierced the air like an arrow. "Yellow Submarine…..Yellow Submarine… We all live in the—" A second, higher, female voice joined in, a bit better, but still horrible, and only knowing half the words. This was just too much for our poor Tenken. "NO!!! SHISHIO-SAMA!!! HELP ME!!!" He screamed, and wept in sorrow and frustration. The noise, however, abruptly stopped. Shishio's bandaged, sausage-like face popped out of a window. "Sojiro, is that you again?!?" Soujiro looked up with big, cute eyes brimming with tears. "Awww, so sad…." Said Kamatari, stopping for a second. Chou nearly collapsed, trying to catch his breath, but Kamatari was on his tail faster than Shishio at Starbucks on "Burnt Up Old Sausages get a Free Cup of Cappuccino Day." (Commissioned by him, of course.) They both fled the scene, and now Yumi appeared and walked out on the balcony. She saw Soujiro's sad eyes and made up her mind. "Oh, Sojiro…" she called. "Catch!" She threw him a $15 giftcard for 'Clyde's Super Caffeine Integrated Pastry Shop,' which she kept in a pocket of her kimono for just such an occasion. Soujiro's eyes lit up, and sped away from the Shrine of the Oh-My-God-This-Is-Getting-So-Annoying-To-Type-6-or-7-Archy-Shrine-Thingy as fast as he could Shukuchi.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------Still with me here? WOW, you must be bored! I'm sorry I'm such a bad writer! -- Anyways, I have chapters written through #8 currently, as of December 2, 2004 , and will post them based on how many reviews I get. If you want another chapter, review! PLEASE… (puppy dog eyes) Anyway, next chapter: Fuji , the florist! Yumi, with allergies! Anji's new hobby! See whatever happened to Kenshin! You won't want to miss it!

-Crispy, the world's biggest Shishio fan.