Hello people. Chapter three coming up now. Don' know what to say to those who've been reading from the begging, sept for thanks. I know it's short. It's more a fller you could call it.
Disclaimer: Yes I own RuroKen… Police knock at door… No I don't own RuroKen.
Misao gingerly opened the door (once she'd gotten her balance back.) and as expected all of them stood at the door.
"Where've ya…" Kuro started, before noticing Soujiro.
"Um, well. Guy's this is…" she trailed off, so he took up for her.
"Seta, Soujiro," he said calmly, noticing everyone's immediate unease.
Okina was first to speak, "Welcome back to Kyoto."
Aoshi looked less then pleased to see the Tenken. That much was obvious.
"Sorry, to intrude…" he said taking a step back, eyes locked on the other swordsman.
All saw the unease there.
"Come," Misao ordered even seeing the dislike in the two's eyes.
"Misao," Aoshi began.
"Aoshi-sama, I'm still Okishira. I can handle him," she assured.
Soujiro chuckled at that, Misao wasn't sure if it was because she was telling the former Okishira off, or if it was because he thought she was weaker then him. She tried to brush it off. They all almost laughed as he followed her like puppy into the inn, pausing as he passed the stone eyed assassin.
"Yet, another former murderer comes here as refuge," Okina said beneath his breath.
"He's been to Tokyo, then. All our assassins come from Kaoru," Okon commented after the odd pair disappeared.
"I've and nearly got beaten by a doctor, who thought I should have taken it easier on Himura in our fight," they heard Soujiro call.
"Damn good hearing," all of them thought.