Oga Tatsumi was a man on a mission. He had the body of a Greek Adonis. He had the skills and blood thirst that could rival any God of War. He was running on legs that could break tempered steel and shatter bones with ease. He had all these things.

Yet it didn't help him when he finally managed to cross into the boundaries of Kawakami City and was immediately set upon a bunch of finely dressed gentlemen who proceeded to talk in random British accents and attempt to fisty cuff him to death.

"I sure hope this ruffian isn't trying to get to the academy."

"I sure hope this ruffian isn't trying to get to the academy to get to his niece."

Oga's arrival to the city where his niece was held was met with some fanfare.

Course, it wasn't everyday that you would see a Japanese delinquent with a baby cradled in shirt being accosted by a bunch of dapper looking gentlemen who honestly looked about the same age as said teen. Still, it didn't change the fact that there was a group of them and one of him and all of them looked about ready to throw down for a fight.

"Otherwise we'll have to kill the bastard."

"Oh yes we'll have to kill him."

Except for the random two shirtless mustached monocle wearing gentlemen in the back who seemed more preoccupied in high fiving and fist bumping each other. Granted Tatsumi was well past the point of caring as he realized just what exactly was going on.

"I say Kenny."

"What ho, Kenneth?"

"Why this bloody ruffian is looking to fight us.

"Are you sure you're looking at the right ruffian?"

"Damn it Kenny, of course I'm looking at the right ruffian! I take offense to that remark."

"I take offense to you taking offense to that remark!"

The two of them descended into squabbling messes as Tatsumi grew a tick mark.

"All right you fuckers! Get the hell out of my way or else I'll rip your balls off at the count of three!"

"Why I do believe this scoundrel seeks to castrate us."

"I see that now Kenneth. Quickly, we must engage him in a honorable bout of fisty cuffs!"

"Okay...fuck it."

And thus Tatsumi did what Tatsumi does best.

Kick the ever loving crap out of everything.

=B=E=E=L=

_/_"In other news, Typhoon 13 is still gaining force and is unexpected to hit the Kantou region around midnight today." _/_

_/_ "All resident are advised to reinforce their windows and doors and to keep watch for flying debris." _/_

The radio spewed a little more information before changing back to static as Furuichi listened intently from his perch. The teen had strapped a random pole to the top of his second story bedroom window and was currently hanging from his legs on it.

"This news brings a troubling tide...to pull a Forrest Gump or to not pull a Forrest Gump...that is the question."

"...I regret walking into your room," Honoka Furuichi said as she stared at her elder brother who was currently hanging out the window, "Mom says if you don't cut the crap she's going to cut your internet again."

"Damn it little sis, leave me alone. Your older brother is currently debating the merits of shouting defiance to Mother Nature."

"And I'm debating the merits of shutting the window and letting you fall."

"...I'll be good."

=B=E=E=L=

"I have got to start questioning Kenshin on where he gets the resources to make these things…"

Tatsumi inspected the head he held in his hands, turning it this way and that. The teen shrugged his shoulders and tossed the piece of metal away, dusting off his bloody hands on a gentleman's coat.

"Seriously, can't tell if this is synthetic blood or real...and I feel like I don't want to know either…"

Walking past the pile of broken and beaten finely dressed gentlemen bots, Tatsumi broke into a sprint and started to head for the Kawakami Academy. He was so intent on his destination that he didn't see one of the bots get back up and pull out a radio from its chest.

"Apologies Master Ken but we couldn't stop the ruffian. He was too strong for even the finely tuned bodies of men trained under the duress of your making."

"I'll take that as a compliment you tin can. Now don't worry your mustache off, I got a second horde in waiting for him. If anything, I can hold him off for another couple of minutes and troll the crap out of him."

"Indeed good sir. But are you sure you're doing the right thing by doing such actions?"

"Bloody hell, course I'm doing the right thing," Kenshin said in his own British accent, "I take offense to your accusations."

"And I take offense to you taking offense at my accusations!"

"You've insulted me for the last time Kenbot! I challenge you to fisty cuffs!"

"I accept this challenge!"

The bot took off running, intent on meeting his creator and kicking his ass.

=B=E

Now when Oga Tatsumi managed to sprint to the second part of his destination, it was to be greeted with something even worse than a horde of British bots that wouldn't shut the hell up. Granted this new horde of enemies was less dangerous in the grand scheme of things but they compensated for it all by being extra freaking annoying.

In addition, he had even less of a chance explaining himself to the police in the case of point of using self-defense as a plea unlike the last horde where there was notable cases of him getting punched in the face. Of course, Tatsumi returned the brunt of the damage full force but it still got to him that he somehow let his guard down long enough to let it happen.

But that's in the past and currently in the present…

"Ok...Kenshin told us last time we were here that the main route to Kawakami Academy was through the Tama bridge...but he called it something else I think."

Tatsumi mumbled to himself as he jogged along, catching a break from his breakneck speeds.

"What was it again? Bridge of Strangers? Idiots? Transgender people? Gah, this is going to bother me. What did it begin with?"

So caught up in his musings that too late did Oga realize that he had wandered straight into a trap. He should had realized it sooner, what with the music playing and the various fancily dressed bots currently in position and strutting along to the music.

The most annoying kind of trap. Something he hated with every fiber of his being and would aptly exact his revenge upon Kenshin when he got the chance.

That is, if he survived his current encounter with sanity intact.

"I'm a man who looks like a gentleman but can have a ball, who goes completely crazy when the time comes~"

"DEAR GOD NO!"

=B=E=E=L=

Kenshin Arisato stood on the rooftop of his current school, overlooking the vast fields below with a critical eye. He was dressed in the school uniform, white top with black pants, and taking liberal sips from a suspicious bottle wrapped in a brown paper bag. Course, what made him noticeable to the trained eye would be his gaudy accessories that he wore everywhere. The black fedora with white trim was pressed and resting stiffly on his head while his eyes were covered by a pair of black sunglasses.

All in all he looked rather normal in what was considered one of the greatest fighting schools ever.

Kenshin was about to take another sip of his bottle when it was violently yanked from his hand. The young teenager turned around to see one of his latest inventions guzzle the contents down like it was water.

While some people would consider it strange and grounds for worry when your young fifteen year old boy builds an exact replica of his own being except for being British, Kenshin's father had simply hand waved all worries about such a thing and told his second in command to keep a close eye on any developments.

Tossing the empty bottle behind, the British Kenshin, distinguished by monocle, top hat, and visible medium length brown hair, was standing shirtless before his creator and holding himself up to a high standard and awaited for him to speak.

"Kenbot, have you checked for our second batch of robots?"

"We haven't gotten a second batch of robots, Kenneth."

"Have you tried looking into the courtyard?"

"Why would I look in the courtyard for a second batch of robots we don't have?"

"Why I do believe we do have a second batch of robots in the courtyard."

"Why I would certainly love to see this second batch."

"Why certainly, I can tell you where this second batch is."

"By jolly man, why didn't you say so? Where is the second batch?"

"It's in the bloody courtyard sir!"

"Nonsense Kenneth! I would know if there was….by jove there it is!"

"You didn't believe me Kenbot! I take offense to that!"

"I take offense to you taking offense to that!"

"That's it! Pistols at dawn!"

"It's in the middle of the afternoon you bloody fool!"

"Fine then! Pistols at the crack of two!"

Granted, while still considered one of the brightest young minds on the planet, it didn't change that you have to be a special kind of stupid or crazy to do any of the things Kenshin did in his current lifetime. As such, what could have been an industrial revolution and advancement in humanity's technology, was reduced to nothing more than a squabbling would be teenager that thought shooting things in the face was the peak of fun.

=B=E=E=L=

"You know we like we we we like to party!~"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Tatsumi was battered and bruised. It had been hellish but he had mostly triumphed over the second horde. Course even with all his skill and combat prowess, he was no match for Korean alternative trot music. Which in this case, was tempered by dancing ass kicking robots and bolstered by a never ending beat that blared into the deepest part of his skull.

In short, Tatsumi was thrown off balance and for a loop by trying to follow the beat of the music via fighting off the robots.

"I'm a mother father gentleman!"

"Correction! You're dead!"

Tatsumi blocked the overhead swing from the bot and pushed it's arm away before launching a quick one-two punch to its face followed by a thrust to the sternum and then a kick to the balls. The bot collapsed and let out a human groan before Tatsumi silenced it with an axe kick to the neck.

"ANYBODY ELSE!" Tatsumi roared from his throne of defeated and broken bodies.

"Dabuh!"

"Quiet you!" Tatsumi shouted as he hefted Beel by a makeshift cloth cradle made from the remnants of his shirt, "I told you a million times already Brat! STOP. GETTING. IN. THE. WAY."

The green haired demon cooed and gurgled, reaching for his dada's face with sparkles in his eyes.

"I would punt you into the river right now if there weren't eye witnesses."

=B=E=E=L=

"All right you dumb bucket of bolts, here's the deal. One loaded lead ball into the musket shot. We stand back to back and then take ten paces where upon the final step we turn around and execute the slower one with the flintlock provided. If you miss you're most likely dead. If we both miss, proceed to fisty cuffs! Do you understand?"

"As much as I can you rapscallion! Now enough dilly dallying! Let us proceed!"

Off to the sidelines, there were a few onlookers watching with interest as Kenshin finished laying down the rules of the duel and got into position against his robotic counterpart. One of them, a certain Yamato Naoe, was currently carrying Sachiko in his arms as the little baby waved a pennant in the air.

"I wonder the frightful headway I could make towards my goal to become minister if I had Kenshin's resources," Yamato mused to himself, "Then again, he definitely has a few screws loose so I might be giving up more than I'm willing to give."

Kigatou Arisato in all his suited up glory, raised an eyebrow at the teen while quickly making tiny dumplings at a small work table set up nearby. To protect his cleanly pressed and made up black suit, he had worn a white apron that was covering his entire front with the words, King Knife emblazoned across the chest area.

"Honestly kid, I'm more concerned with how all you guys got used to his antics so quickly."

"Well it goes without saying really," Yamato said with a smile while the baby he was holding started to squirm and get excited, "By the way, should we really be letting a one year old baby watch her surrogate caretaker shoot and kill someone?"

"It's fine. Wouldn't be the first time."

"Wait, wha-"

*BANG*

Some people jumped while Kigatou and Yamato continued to have their conversation. Sachiko giggled and threw up her arms in victory.

"So yeah, don't sweat the small stuff kid. The payment for this little job we have for you will pay well."

"Never knew taking care of a baby would be so troublesome," Yamato sighed, "Then again, never knew a baby that could become a nin-"

"VICTORY!" Kenshin roared, "GIMME MY PRIZE!"

"There isn't a prize. You made this whole contest up by yourself."

"…Gimme those dumplings!"

"No. I'm making these for Sachiko because a certain someone forgot her lunch."

Kenshin suddenly found the musket shot in his left hand very interesting.

"Don't you try and act like it wasn't your fault," Kiga continued as he wiped his hands clean, "You're the one who got all excited about Oga coming that you forgot all the important stu-"

*BANG*

"I said, GIMME THEM DUMPLINGS!"

Everyone was frozen with horror at the smoke rising from the firearm in Kenshin's hand.

"You just shot your cousin in the face!"

"Well he should have given me those dumplings!"

"…" Yamato was struck speechless.

"Besides, he ain't dead."

"You just bought your head with that move," A voice gritted out.

All the onlookers reacted with surprise and shock as Kigatou picked himself off the ground. He had his teeth clenched tight around the lead ball which was the reason why his speech sounded funny.

"Wouldn't be the first head!"

"Where did you even pull out the second shot anyways!?"

"Come here so I can give you your special prize! A one way trip to the land of took-a-knife-to-the-face!"

The ensuring chaos and loud noise was abruptly stopped by one sound.

"Yay!"

Yamato was aware of his empty arms just as Kenshin was aware that he had a cuddling baby attached to his head.

"…I enable infant shield."

Kigatou chomped down on the lead ball before spitting out the remains.

"I hate you."

"Preaching to the choir! Now if you don't mind, I'm going to-"

*BEEP BEEP*

"-run for the front gate because holy crap he's here! Disable infant shield!"

=B=E=E=L=

"GIVE HIM NOTHING! BUT TAKE FROM HIM EVERYTHING!"

"…My god. Kenshin has too much time on his hands."

Arriving at the gate to Kawakami Academy was possibly the easiest route he had traveled. Which was worrying. No random sneak attacks or surprise encounters usually meant that Kenshin had cooked up something devious in store for him. And by God the teenage genius had done it. He had used the last of his resources to recreate an army of Spartans.

"HOW MANY OF YOU FUCKS ARE THERE?!"

"STEADY!"

The Spartans at the front bent forward, presenting their shields and keeping their spears at the ready. The ones in the back stood ready. The ones in the far back were taking aim.

"…Okay Brat, I'm going to leave you right here for a couple of minutes," Oga told Beel as he gently placed the baby down on a random nearby table, "Dada's going to go dive bomb a phalanx of robot Spartans and he's pretty sure he's going to get stabbed a couple of times. So just be a good boy and sit here while Dada does his thing."

"Dabuh!"

"Exactly."

"STELIOS!"

Tatsumi turned around just in time to see a Spartan captain make a leap jump from the back of the leader and jab his spear for his heart.

"OH SHI-" Tatsumi shouted.

=B=E

"OH SHI-" Kenshin shouted.

"In hindsight, you would expect something like this."

"…"

Kenshin watched from a nearby tree as his leader tore his way through the ranks of Spartans. He was unstoppable, sending buffed up half naked warriors flying left and right. The shields did nothing more than cushion the blow from the teen's fists to mere hammers, where as his usual strength put his punches at truck level. In short, while no organs or bones were turned instantly into dust, it didn't stop internal bleeding or breakage of important things, especially when you were wearing nothing more than leather shorts and feathered bronze helmets.

"No seriously, we both know how an Oga fights. While 300 Spartans would be an impressive defensive force…"

"STAND AND FIGHT!"

"LEMME SHOW YOU WHY THAT'S A BAD IDEA!"

"…It doesn't mean anything when the offensive force is literally a one man wrecking crew."

Kenshin put down his binoculars when he saw his leader push forward and break through the line. The Spartans were thrown into shambles and all of them tried desperately to reorganize themselves as Tatsumi shred through the buff warriors like they were nothing more than paper obstacles. He still suffered wounds from time to time yes but he didn't stop for anything.

"Those Spartans are fearless in their attack and their ways but so is Tatsumi. He takes everything like a tank and returns it tenfold. He's the definition of a bruiser."

"…Why are you telling me shit I already know?"

"I like to consider myself a teacher. You obviously need review or else you would have planned this better."

"Right…because I could totally take on Oga Tatsumi on his best day with nothing more than a bunch of colorfully themed robots who embody certain gentlemanly ideals."

"…I could understand the British men and the Psy-bots, but how the hell do Spartans fit in?"

"Because half naked men who face death without fear embody the idea of manliness."

Kigatou just stared at his cousin with a blank look.

"Right, that's what I try to believe in anyways. Still doesn't change the fact that good old Oga over there is the top dog and the manliest fucker alive."

"BETTER BELIEVE THAT BITCH."

The Arisato family turned away from their discussion of each other and regarded their mutual friend. He was bloody, bruised, and looked to have broken his knuckles. The skin on his fists had been peeled back to reveal bone and his bloodshot eyes stared at them both with an unhinged visage. He was also smiling like a creepy stalker while his green haired baby cooed and crawled all over his left arm like it was a swing.

"So…how was your trip boss?"

"Amazing! Just like those dumplings I smell back there will be. Did you make them yourself Kiga?"

"Damn right I did."

"Perfect! I'll take my dumplings, a new change of clothes, and my niece and I'll be on my way!"

"You're taking the fact that I sicced three different hordes on you pretty well…"

"Oh Kenshin my friend, you must understand," Tatsumi's right arm shot over and grabbed his charge before presenting him before the two cousins, "When you get into half of the crazy shit I've been through, stuff like this becomes normal."

"…"

"…"

"And I thought being the spiritual embodiment of Famine was bad," Kigatou remarked offhand as he flicked a piece of candy at the happy baby.

"Don't get me started on being War," Kenshin groaned through his hand, "Seriously, I should really stop being surprised by this."

=B=E

Furuichi was currently hanging by the back of his shirt atop of a flag pole.

How and why he was in such a situation was known only to the people directly involved.

Still, the teen tried to decrease any strain on his white shirt as he attempted to pry himself up. Below him, Ichika and Issei were calmly observing their brother as he made a big fool of himself in public. While the swordsman drew some stares with his bamboo hat and blue cloak with the cloth wrapped bundle that was clearly a sword, his counterpart the charging spearman was currently twirling a giant metal staff around in his school uniform.

"I told you it was a bad idea!" Ichika yelled up.

"You would think he would listen to a guy who fights and makes flags on a daily basis!"

"Quiet you! I asked you to come help me set up a flag, not give me lip!"

Ichika stared up at his friend while leaning on one of his favorite swords. Next to him, Issei was currently twirling around his personal staff that doubled as a flag.

"Where's Oga anyways? Shouldn't he be here helping you?"

Furuichi stopped his struggling and deadpanned, "Today's the day when the contract ends."

Issei slipped and his staff went flying while Ichika stumbled forward and nearly cracked his chin on the ground.

"Holy hell really?!"

"Crap! Our niece is coming back?! I didn't get any gifts! Or arrange for violent entertainment shows! I'M A BAD UNCLE!"

Furuichi, despite his current predicament, managed to loosen his left shoe and fling it at Issei with enough force to knock him back. Ichika laughed at the display before composing himself.

"So that's the reason you're setting up the flag?" Ichika yelled.

"Partly!"

"What other reason is there?"

Furuichi, by now, had managed to slip through his shirt and clung to the street lamp outside his house. The teen grabbed his shirt, stuck it beneath an arm, and then slowly shimmied down the pole.

"It doubles as a warning sign. Basically means baby on premises and we won't hesitate to murder your ass if you do anything bad in her vicinity"

Issei, rubbing his head, stared up at the handy work of his brother.

"Okay I guess that makes some good sense. Why did you set one up at your house too though?"

"Oga comes over nearly every day. No point not to put something up."

The trio of teens examined with some admiration of the quick paint job Furuichi slapped together for the symbol.

It consisted of the outline of a wolf that was curled around crisscrossing rattles. The black cloth was visible high in the sky and the dark red color painted a big contrast that made the eyes naturally drawn to the center where the symbol was based.

"Well as much fun as it was to see you struggle from a lamp pole like in animes, I think it's time I head home. Buchou is waiting for me."

"…In bed?"

Issei shot his fellow pervert a sly look before shrugging offhand, "Maybe, I don't know. I know my cute blondie has taken to wearing skimpy outfits around the house."

"YOU LUCKY BAS-"

Ichika dope slapped his friend before coughing, "Yeah, I should head home too. My sis is probably getting hunger now and if I don't go home to cook for her she'll probably burn the place down."

Furuichi felt a shudder travel up his spine. He recalled the last time he was staying over at his friend's place and the elder woman's attempt at cooking. Sweet spirits, he had never seen water burn before but that day changed everything.

"No problem. Thanks for coming out all this way to hang."

"Heh, anytime."

"Buchou understands my commitment to you guys. If anything, I think she encourages it."

That got a pair of raised eyebrows.

"Hey, you guys are stupid strong. Imagine what kind of power you'll get when you turn into devils…Buchou acknowledges that."

"Think she still remembers us from when we crashed the wedding?"

Ichika gave a deadpan stare, "Dude, you suplexed a guard into the punch fountain."

"So?"

"The same one that splashed all over the nobles and you blatantly told to their faces that you don't give a fu-"

"Oh right….Eh, wouldn't the first act of civil disobedience or mocking of authority."

Issei burst out laughing, "Never change."

The three friends exchanged farewell hugs before departing. Furuichi, waving goodbye until both his brothers disappeared, turned his attention back to the flag.

"…Wonder how long that's going to stay up this time."

=B=E=E=L=

"All right, she's right in here," Kenshin said as he gestured to the doors leading to the Class F-2

Tatsumi, wearing a spare uniform, paused before opening the classroom door.

"…Is your teacher in there?"

"She always go off somewhere during lunch break."

"…Is your crazy 'family' in there?"

"Some of them. Don't worry, Momoyo is busy on the roof being fed by cute first-years."

"Well okay then."

"Whee!"

Sachiko launched forward and tackled her target with all the intended force of a human baby projectile. What the baby girl wasn't anticipating was her target not being thrown for a loop and falling ass backwards when she collided with him so while clinging to the front of his shirt, the baby looked up at the exact same time Tatsumi looked down.

There was a pregnant pause for about a whole five minutes.

"…dada?"

"Hello Sachiko? How has my favorite princess been?"

The baby girl blinked heavily before tears dotted the corners of her eyes, her face scrunched into a twist of happiness and sadness, and she let out a loud wail before scampering up his front shirt and latching onto his neck. Then, making sure that she was clinging as tightly as her little baby arms could, she began to cry. Tatsumi could only pat his baby niece on the back while running soothing circles through her hair.

"There there, I'm here. And that's all you need to know."

A warbled giggle worked its way through her crying.

Beel, who was hiding in the right side of his shirt, popped his head out and stared at the crying girl attached to his dada's neck. The green haired baby tilted his head and sucked on his pacifier for a bit before slowly squirming towards Sachiko.

"Whoa! Hey! Stop moving you Brat! That tickles!"

Sachiko, eyes drying up, turned to her left and locked eyes with the curious Beel.

"Ah crap…the meeting of the two most devious powers that control me…Kenshin! I need bac- Where the hell did he go?"

=B=E=E=L=

Kenshin was currently pummeling the crap out of a group of second years that were known troublemakers and in the midst of messing with first years. In this case, Kenshin was being a tab more brutal than usual.

"I. HOPE. YOU. LEARNED. YOUR. LESSON!"

After the cracking of bones and cries of pains ceased, Kenshin stood up and smoothed his ruffled clothing and realigned his hat.

"…God damn Sachiko crying is the worst thing in the world. I felt so much rage that I acted upon it before actually realizing it wasn't actually rage at people!"

=B=E=E=L=

Oga stared with nervous eyes at the two babies seated top a desk. He got curious looks and stares from the people still in the classroom but everyone there recognized Oga so they didn't say much if anything. It didn't matter anyway, Oga was more concerned as his two young charges made noises and hand motions at each other.

Kenshin, having returned from his brief murderous stint, entered the scene with equal amounts of curiosity and fear.

"…Should I be worried?"

"They stayed like this for bout ten minutes now…I'm giving them five more."

"I'll get the candy and plushies ready."

Sachiko perked up at the mention of her favorite distractions but Beel let out another noise that grabbed her attention again.

"Hold on…I think this is something else."

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Sachiko giggled happily before lurching forward and wrapping her surrogate brother in a hug which Beel returned in kind with a happy 'Dabuh'!

"Whelp…that's one problem solved."

In the distance, there was a loud shout and an overbearing presence dominated the area.

"OGA TATSUMI IS HERE?" The unmistakable voice of the World's-Most-Well-Known-Strong-Female-Martial-Artist rang out.

That in turn caused even more ruckus as all the enemies, rivals, and general people who wanted a piece of the attention started to converge on Classroom 2-F.

"AND THAT'S A WHOLE BUNCH MORE! BONDING TIME OVER KIDDIES! TIME TO GET THE HELL OUT!"

Kenshin crackled loudly as he watched his brother crash through the window with his children tucked into his shirt. The teen genius pulled out a phone and quickly texted several numbers before calling Kigatou.

"A certain someone has triggered the alarm. Better get a ride ready."

*HONK*

Kenshin looked outside with a surprised look that morphed into a grin when he saw that his cousin had already planned ahead. Kigatou was seated in a shiny new black convertible that was revved and ready to go. Still, the car was a major distance away and while Oga would usually never shy away from a fight, the fact of the matter was that he was not used to fighting with two babies attached to him. Thus, he decided to run.

"He's going to need someone to cover him~" Kigatou said in a singsong voice.

"Pfft, what do you take me for?"

Kenshin slapped the phone shut before reaching into his desk and withdrawing a long slender pole. With the push of a button and few smacks and whacks, the thing transformed into a crossbow.

"HUNTING TIME!"

And thus ended another normal day for the prestigious fighting school known as Kawakami Academy.

It was reported on this day that the Arisato family had shelled out at least 3 million yen in payments to third parties hired for help in sniping would be challengers of Oga Tatsumi, reparations for the damages done to the school and student body, and the settlement of multiple and massive debts that Momoyo Kawakami had incurred over the past month.

Kenshin Arisato was hailed as public enemy number 1 for a time because of the major part he played in the denial of fighting Oga Tatsumi. The teen only laughed it off, settled back into a life with his extended family, and broke a few extra bones of those who thought to challenge him in revenge.

=End=

A/N: Yeesh. Sorry bout the wait my readers. I've been jumping around all over the place with this fic and there are moments when I just throw so much manga and games and anime together that it's a wonder this still has coherent plot and isn't considered a big fan wank of crossovers. Granted I'll probably still turn it into something like that in the future but the fact of the matter is, I'm definitely not giving up on this~ So here's a little extended A/N because, hell, mind as well let you guys see what I'm thinking and not assume.

So just a basic rundown. What we have here is a little side story and step away from canon as I finally get around to introducing a couple of characters who'll be reappearing and fleshing them out a little.

First off, Sachiko Oga, the young daughter of Tatsumi's twin brother and all around considered niece of the White Wolves. They'll fucking murder anyone who makes her cry. Which is why next chapter is going to be extra devious! I'm about to jump into what I affectionately call a scrap memory. When I first started this damn thing, I had a loose plan and outline. All this cruddy fleshing out is a part of it but the meaty and delicious parts will be these memories of which I always wanted to do! So yeah, next chappy, going to be hopefully a big fun time for all of us.

Second, we got Kenshin Arisato, a personal original character and hopefully someone entertaining and not hated by the fandom! Granted mostly anyone who has Wolf Blood in them will be considered OP from the getgo but I'm trying to balance it out with insanity and random challenges. Like that gentlemen horde. Heh.

Finally we got Kigatou Arisato, another OC and all around Big Bro. Now I know I didn't give him as much detail as Kenny but that's because unlike Kenshin, he's not directly associated with the White Wolves. Think of him as the aloof older brother who checks in every once in a while because he has to. He's also stronger than Tatsumi. Take that as you will. He's a bloody damn good cook and all around no-nonsense fighter. He'll be back at some point for some big conflict but for now, I think he'll be benched.

That's all for now. If you like what you see, don't be afraid to check out my companion piece or the other stories I got going. I'm trying to round out a roster of what is going to be updated at what time but this will always be a main priority.

Good night peeps! 2 AM going strong!