Chapter 4: Goodbye and Hello?

Kenshin's POV

I was waiting at the arcade for Kid when my phone rang. I picked up, Lord Death was talking.

"WHAT! TRANSFERING?" I yelled. He said she was superior to me… and that she would be better there… and that I she probably thought it would be better anyways…

My phone rings again, "Hello?" I asked,

"H-Hey Kenshin…. I have to transfer…." She said. "I was informed so…." I could hear her crying…. "Kenshin…. I am sorry. I can't stay here. I am not allowed not to go to London."

I hung up. I started to cry, How am I supposed to go without a meister? Much less… Be of help in class! I thought. I heard kid run in apologizing I sighed,

"Kurotori's transferring, so I won't have a meister…" I said in tears.

His eyes widened. "Are you ok?"

I sighed. "I don't…. can you come over to our house?" I asked, he nodded.

We arrived at my house, I thought Kurotori was packing, but instead she was waiting for me.

"Kenshin…. I have been told I have to leave in two days." She said. I nudged my head toward my room, she followed me. Kid followed as well. We sat on my bed, talked things over and decided…

that kid would be my meister.

One Week Later...

As I walked down the hall (Of the DWMA) I noticed Kurotori wasn't there.

Kid was there.

He matched or soul wavelengths soon enough, even though I am not symmetrical. I have come in handy over the past week, I keep in touch with Kurotori through the phone, in between classes. I hoped she would come back soon.

Kurotori's POV In London

I'd been here for about a week, and it was actually pretty cool! My house was super nice it's a two story. And being a student teacher was fun! I got to teach kids, hang out with the teachers and drink tons of coffee! Kenshin called me everyday, and we talked all the time. Although we did talk alot, I still felt like we weren't really talking anymore. Everytime I talked to him, I got really sad because I missed him so much.

Kid became his new Meister, that was pretty cool. I guess Liz and Patty got asigned to someone else. Kenshin and Kid worked well together, or at least that's what I heard from Maka. I guess he didn't need me that much anyway...

At this point I guess I should mention my new Weapon, Myra.

She's pretty cool, a year older then me and totally badass. In her weapon form she's a katana, which was very hard to use at first. But sense we've been training I've gotten better at using her.

Even though she can be nice, she can also be a total stuck-up bitch, which is why we don't hang out. She's one of the bad things that's happen to me.

It was night and I was at my house, sitting in front of my computer and drinking coke. Because it was saterday I could stay up as late as I wanted, which meant I would be talking to my friends until dawn. I was all alone in the house and everything was quiet, just the way I liked it. Then something happened. I heard a noise from behind and I twisted around in my chair. Looking around my bedroom I didn't see anything. I got out of my chair and walked into my living room and flicked on the light. Still nothing. I narrowed my eyes and moved to the kitchen, shoving the door open slightly and peering in. Nothing.

Normally I wouldn't get so worked up over a sound, but ever sense I came to London I've felt like someone was watching me. It really freaked me out.

Suddenly my phone rang and I yelped, ducking down. It kept ringing and finally I stood back up and answered.

"Hello?" I asked, running my fingers through my hair.

"Hello. This is Myra."

"Oh hi, what's up?" I asked, breathing out and leaning against the kitchen wall.

"Could you meet me in town right now?" She asked, I raised a brow.

"Right now? It's 11:00pm! Can't we just talk over the phone?" I groaned.

"No. I need to see you right now." She answered, sounding a little raspy.

I paused, she was acting weird. Suspicious too... "Why do you need to see me Myra?"

"Because I do!" She yelled.

I frowned. "Sorry, but I'm not stupid."

"What?" She asked.

"Your acting weird, I'm not leaving my house. We can get together in the morning." I answered.

"Bitch!" She yelled.

"Goodbye." I said, then hung up, frowning.

"That was just weird." I whispered to myself. "Why would she be acting like that all of a sudden.."

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the kitchen and back into my living room, still worried. I flicked on the tv and sat down, hoping to drown out my concern. That didn't work too well -_-*

Ding dong (or whatever sound a door bell makes d:)

I shot up and walked over to the door, feeling more then a little nervous. I looked through the peekhole and saw a guy standing there, looking very pissed off. He was tall, had a nose piercing and light brown hair. He also looked like someone I shouldn't let into my house.

"HEY!" He yelled, I jumped. "OPEN UP."

I stood there, not really knowing what to do. Although I did back away from the door.

Suddenly there was a loud sound, and I saw something tearing through my front door.

"Holy shit!" I yelled, jumping back. The door fell down and the guy walked in, he had a chainsaw. Shit again.

He looked around for a moment, then he saw me, smirking. "Oh lookie here I found what I needed."

I raised a brow. "Jackass! You broke my door!"

"Your door's not the only thing you need to worry about," He smirked. My eyes widened and he came forward, fast. I ducked real quick and dodged him, using my small-ness to my own advantage. He tripped on the door and I ran into my kitchen, locking the door behind me. I knew he could just saw through the door, but hey, it would guy me some time.

I ran over to my knives and picked up two giant ones. Not many people knew this, but I was actually a skilled knife fighter. I heard the door breaking and I turned around, it fell down and he walked in.

"I was hoping we could get this done fast." He commented.

"Ah shut it." I growled.

He came towards me again, only this time I didn't have anywhere to go. Because I was panicked I couldn't fight well, and he soon go the advantage and slammed me into a wall, holding me there by the throat. I coughed and glared at him while he smirked back at me.

"Jackass." I spat.

"You went down pretty easy." He smirked. "Nighty night." He squeezed my throat so hard I couldn't breath, and so, I passed out.