A/N:
Dove: Hi. Gomen Nasai for the long time that this took. I was trying to do school and other useless things that really don't matter to ya'all, ne? I did start Piano lessons…I'm in the Piano Recital this weekend playing 'Love Somebody'. Four lessons in, I am. It's only a two-line song though – right and left using seconds, thirds, and fourths. I think it's cool.
Kenshin: I doubt they care, they just want the chapter.
Dove: Well…nyah! To them!
Kenshin: Good idea.
Dove: -.-' I know. Again, sorry this took so long, but I'm not a perfectly wonderful person whose muses immediately jump to work as soon as I ask them to. =Mutters at muses=
Muses: =Plot Dove's demise=
Dove: . Okay. Here's the chapter.
-Silence-
Chapter ElevenThe moon is so bright,
High up in the sky.
I wish I could go to it,
My soul just wants to fly.
The stars all beckon,
Like twinkling laughter,
They want me to join,
Faster and faster.
I try and I try,
But I cannot fly,
I'm weighted by pain,
My mortal thunder.
I know I must stay,
Away from the stars,
Away from the night,
Away from the moon,
But why must I take,
This pain every day?
But why can't I join them,
And chase it all away?
(By: Dove of Night)
Crystalline azure eyes locked on fiery orbs. "I don't undestand, why would Hiko have Crystal killed…to tell me to stay away? How'd he do it?"
Battousai frowned thoughtfully as he turned his gaze from hers and glanced at the letter. "I believe he has a plan. Perhaps he wanted you to return. And I'm nearly positive that Jinae did it." Kaoru opened her mouth, but he held up a hand, "Don't ask." Battousai could still remember his irritation after he was ordered to kidnap the girl. His wish that Jinae had been sent to do so, not himself. Kaoru pouted at him, crossing her arms and scowling.
"Wanted me to return? Why?" Battousai tried to formulate a response, amber eyes glinting.
"No-" His reply was cut short when the door banged open. Sano dashed into the room with an excited, silly-happy grin on his face.
"Missy!" He snatched the girl up by the waist and twirled her in a fully circle before dropping her back on the couch – rather gently. Kaoru laughed, forcing a chipper attitude for Sano's sake. Battousai clandestinely slipped the letter into his back pocket. Sano stuck out his tongue suddenly, in thought. "Oh yeah! Hiko wants you to meet him at six-thirty, Kenshin. And bring Kaoru."
"I knew he knew!" Battousai muttered with a sigh, "Well, as Shishou wants."
"KAORU!" A black-haired ball of energy rammed into the unsuspecting Kaoru. Both tumbled to the ground as the couch cushions gave way. Misao giggled into the fluffy carpeting. It had a distinct tinge of Febreeze. After sneezing, Misao sat up and pulled Kaoru into a bone-crushing embrace.
Battousai watched, eyes twinkling with amusement as Kaoru wriggled desperately in Misao's hug, the ninja-girl's shoulder jamming right into her windpipe. "Blue becomes you, Kaoru." He teased lightly. She rolled her eyes at him, and Misao realized that she was choking her friend and released her.
"I'm so glad you're okay! And back! I nearly killed Himura when I found out what the moron'd done!" She cheered. Aoshi appeared in the doorway, travelling at a far more sedate pace. He nodded towards Kaoru politely.
Soujiro bounded in after them, grinning like a mad-man. His mouth just about stretched from one ear to the other. "Kaoru! Kaoru!"
"…what?"
"Look!" He tossed her something. Kaoru reached up and snatched it out of the air, blinking at it…and realized what it was. A picture. In a frame, a very pretty golden one with sparrows carved into it.
The picture it's self was very nice, in color and without any focusing problems or movement blurs. The group was together, Kaoru sitting with Misao and talking, Aoshi leaning against a wall with his eyes on Misao and Battousai mimicking his stance, only his eyes were on the camera and he was smiling. Soujiro lay stretched out on his stomach beside Misao and Kaoru, reading a book. Sano sat, leaning against a wall, eyes closed, chewing on a pen with a notebook open in his lap.
Kaoru recognized the room as Sano's living room. The walls were an off-white and there was a television in the corner and a barred window above Sano's head. Sano didn't own furniture, except the futon he had in his room.
"When was this taken?" She mused, confused.
"About two months before you left. Soujiro snuck in before we entered and set up a camera with an automatic focus to go off every twenty minutes. In the roll of film we found several good ones."
"What other ones?" Kaoru was interested now. Soujiro's grin somehow managed to widen as he produced a photo album.
"I actually did it a few times, and I am handy with small semi-hidden cameras. So… there's about twenty-two pictures in here. Only the clear ones." Kaoru laughed as she took the album from his hands. The cover was squishy and a navy blue color, while the pages were edged with gold. It was quite impressive. It was a perfectly square book, about eleven inches by eleven inches.
Kaoru opened the first page. There were two pictures on there. The top one was Kaoru by herself, smiling a close-lipped smile and looking at something in the distance. The bottom was Kenshin, cleaning his Katana with a focused look on his face.
The next page had Kaoru and Misao sparring, and Soujiro and Sano playing cards.
Following that was Sano himself, a bottle of sake in his hand and a smirk on his face as he watched something happening next to him. Below that Kaoru found Soujiro and herself, she had him in a mock headlock, and both were laughing.
She turned the page once again, and found herself and Kenshin, Kenshin's arms around her waist, both of them talking to Sano. Below that she saw Kenshin and Sano joking with each other, both laughing and apparently arm-wrestling as well.
After that Kaoru discovered Aoshi and Misao, Misao blushing and Aoshi with an arm over her shoulders. Below it she admired a handsome picture of Soujiro, sitting with his fingers laced behind his head and his left leg crossed over his right leaning against a wall.
Following that was Kaoru in her Kimono, Kenshin in his Gi and Hakama, and Soujiro in his own Gi and Hakama. Below, the group enjoying a tasty dinner made by Kenshin.
Kaoru was amazed at the number of pictures – she hadn't even known they were being taken! There was one of her after they came back from the hospital – pale and a little bit to thin, eyes dulled. The other was of Battousai, glaring at something that the camera didn't capture.
The rest of the pictures were filled with the group, in various stages – arguing, laughing, talking, eating.
"How'd you do this, Soujiro?" She asked, amazed.
"I already told you. I set up a timed camera and I carry a hidden one." He held up his hand. "Cheese!" And pressed his finger against his shirt sleeve. Kaoru heard a very tiny click.
"That's cool." she smiled at him and closed the album. Soujiro took it back like it was the Egyptian book of death and cooed over it for a moment. And then he set it down on an end table.
"Kenshin. The meeting." Sano reminded pointedly.
"Meeting?" Soujiro's eyes snapped up immediately and his jaw tightened. "What meeting?"
"The one Hiko ordered. He knows about Kaoru." Battousai supplied.
"I'm coming." Soujiro snapped.
"Lord Aoshi and Myself won't be left behind!" Misao shrieked, pumping a fist into the air. Battousai smiled.
"Of course. I was hoping you would all come. Should Hiko try anything stupid I wanted some back-up." Audible clicking came from the jaws dropping open. Battousai. The legendary shadow-assassin Battousaihad just…requested back-up for his skills?
Soujiro snapped a picture immediately of this momentous occasion. Kaoru smiled at Battousai as his neck tinged pink at the rigid control with which he held in his hysterics at the group's shock.
Battousai realized that Kaoru was still lounging on the floor. He politely extended a hand. Kaoru hesitated, a little surprised at the courtesy, and then grinned and accepted it.
Battousai pulled her up, purposely over-balancing her and pulling her into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry." He whispered in her ear, face buried in her hair. "I should have never sent you away."
"Forgiven." Kaoru whispered in response, a brilliant smile lighting up her features. Another click. "Soujiro, enough with the pictures already!" The boy laughed.
"Why?"
"'Cause I said so." Kaoru replied, turning on her heel. "Don't make me tickle you into agreement!"
"No! No!" Soujiro cried, throwing up his hands in surrender. "You win!" Misao laughed. Battousai released Kaoru, stepping back to his swords and sliding them into his belt. And then he swung his trenchcoat over the blades, eyeing the room.
"Lets go."
The ride was uneventful, no one died and very few threats were made. Battousai drove as skillfully as ever, parking swiftly and removing his person from the driver's seat. Kaoru followed, and Misao bodily dragged Aoshi out.
That was a sight to behold. The small ninja-girl hauling out a fully-grown man who had at least two feet and a hundred pounds on her, with no real effort. "It'd be safer if I waited out here!" Aoshi argued. Misao would have none of that, and pretty much just twisted Aoshi's arm behind him and marched him into the building.
Soujiro snapped a clandestine picture, laughing himself to the brink of tears.
Battousai rapped twice on the door, abrupt and forceful. There was a moment of silence. And then Hiko's voice rang out,
"Come in." And Battousai slid the door open. Hiko's eyes widened a very small fraction when he saw the entire group enter – his gaze lingering on Aoshi for a very tense moment.
Kaoru felt a wave of fury and fear slam into her gut and had no time to react. Her blocks fell almost instantly and Akuma cheerfully forced her way into control.
"Well, Good DAY there Mistah Hiko!" She cheered, dancing over to his desk and sitting on it, cross-legged, right in front of him. Hiko just about leapt out of his seat. "Remember me? Oh, of course you do! After all, it is you who's ordered my death twice!" She leaned a bit closer. "I dare you to try for a third."
"They always say third time's a charm." Hiko replied, cool as a cucumber. But Akuma could see his Adam's apple working furiously. "Mind removing yourself from my desk?"
"Ah, but it's so comfy!" Akuma cooed. She giggled for a moment, and then leaned forward again. "Mess with her again. Mess with Kaoru one more time. I dare you." And then, suddenly, she was gone and standing back among the group. Kaoru's blue eyes blinked, a bit dazed. The emotions were gone, she was much more in control. And her head hurt.
Battousai closed his mouth with a snap, his hand resting on Kaoru's shoulder. Soujiro continued to stare at his little sister in wide-eyed wonder. Misao didn't see what the big deal was, and Aoshi was considering exactly how much of a fight he'd get out of the girl. Sano had drifted to the back of the group, eyes dark and jaw set.
"Why did you ask us here?" Battousai dead-panned icily. Hiko wrinkled his nose.
"Now, now. No need to worry about that just yet! Everyone, have a seat. I'll order us some Sake!" He waved at the table in the corner of the room. There were cushions around it, as though more than three people were supposed to be sitting there. But Battousai knew that the table was always like that.
He lead the group to the table, setting Kaoru to his right, Soujiro to her right, Sano next to him, and Misao between the rooster and Aoshi. Hiko took his place at the head of the table a few moments later.
They made some idle banter for about a minute before the shoji door slid open and a girl walked in quietly with a tray laden with a Sake bottle and cups. She set it down on the table, bowed deeply, and backed out the door, closing it again.
Kaoru felt as though she recognized the girl, but decided that she'd seen so many people that everyone looked alike anymore.
Hiko poured the Sake and everyone took their cup. He downed his, and the rest suspiciously did the same. Kaoru coughed quietly. She really did not like alcohol. The girl couldn't hold it to save her life. Two or three more cups and there'd be an issue.
"So, Hiko. Tell us."
Hiko smiled quietly. "Well, I was hoping for a favor." His eyes flickered to Sano for a moment, as though making a point. "See, I have a problem. There's six people I know that I need to get rid of before they start making life really hard for me. Problem is, they're all capable fighters."
"And we come in…where?" Soujiro wondered aloud.
"Why, you're the six I need out of the way, of course."
"Of course." Aoshi replied evenly, cold eyes locking with Hiko's. "You brought us here to kill us."
"Like Crystal!" Kaoru cried, leaping to her feet, eyes flashing. "You had my only American friend Killed you –" A click. "Soujiro, Enough with the pictures already!"
"But Kaoru, I'm not-" Battousai lunged. He caught Kaoru about the waist, and yanked her to the ground. They both rolled, landing hard. He took most of the fall but she was still going to have a nasty bruise on her hip. Kaoru cried out in anger, then again in fear as bullets began to fly.
They tore through the paper doors, aimed at the table. Exactly where the six had been sitting. Sano had Soujiro pinned underneath him, protecting him as though they were blood-brothers. Aoshi had Misao in the same predicament, both pressed to the hard wooden floor.
Kurai rolled free of Kenshin, snagging his Wakizashi as she rolled. Moving at a speed almost at level with Battousai himself, she sped for the doors. The bullets zinged over her head, she was crouched to low and they couldn't see where they were aiming.
Kurai dove into a somersault, rolling through the doors. She rammed into one of the shooters and the Wakizashi took care of his stomach. Avoiding the blood she ran the next shooter clean through. The bezerker giggled madly as she sliced through the next opponent. Systematically, she destroyed all of the hidden attackers.
And then she strolled back into the room, twirling the blade over her wrist, walking straight towards Hiko. "You're becoming a nuisance! Akuma's told me all about you." She sang towards him. The man rose, imposing, and drew his sword.
"Kaoru!"
"Wrong!"
"Akuma!"
"Nope."
"…Rain?"
"Oh Gods no!"
"Rumor?"
"Nu-uh."
"Kurai!" Soujiro remembered, interrupting Battousai.
"Righty-o!" Kurai cheered, eyes still locked on Hiko, blood-lust gleaming in their icy crimson depths.
"Kurai, don't attack."
"Why not?" She asked, sounding like a child denied her favorite candy.
"He's mine." Battousai snarled, drawing his blade.
"Oh, oka-" Kurai's voice cut off as Kaoru found herself back in control.
"Whoa. That's enough of that." Kaoru muttered. They didn't know who she was talking to – perhaps she could communicate to her others now? But Sano really didn't care. He grabbed Kaoru and yanked her out of the way as Battousai advanced.
Hiko quirked a thick eyebrow at his small employee. He'd trained the boy, so of course he'd win. Unbidden, a memory resurfaced and pulled him back toabout ten years before.
"Please allow me to try the succession technique!" Young Battousai pleaded, eyes flashing. Hiko frowned down at him.
"You're not worthy of that technique."
"Teach me." Battousai commanded, the pleading done. Hiko laughed heartily.
"Very well, boy." He had a thought, "But if you don't succeed you will die."
Battousai shrugged carelessly. "A risk worth taking."
"Very well." Hiko taught him the Ammakkakaru Ryu No Hirameki rather quickly. The technique had to be learned instantly, and could not be messed up. Battousai's lightening eyes took in every movement that his instructor made.
Hiko crouched a bit. "Lets go." He ordered. Battousai moved, his speed incredible. But instead of just imitating the attack, he improved on it. He started left-leg forward. That threw Hiko off-balance. "Don't cut off your own-" At the last second the leg moved and Battousai's speed improved three-fold.
Hiko had to give the boy points for creativity. The attack was executed perfectly. And had Battousai been using the sharp edge of his blade it would have been painfully deadly as well.
"You sure you want to challenge me again?" Hiko asked arrogantly, as though the memory of his painful defeat at Battousai's hands hadn't resurfaced.
"You are the one who will lose." Seconds later and the fight began.
Kaoru watched in horror as teacher fought student, employer fought employee…man fought man. This was madness! She clenched her fists, tears filling her eyes. It was wrong. Death, fighting, it was all so wrong!
"STOP IT!" She screamed. She was ignored entirely. Kaoru let out a small sob as she watched Hiko aim to slit Battousai's throat. But Battousai was to fast and the blade only nicked his collar.
'I cannot let this continue. Hiko is an evil man. He's tried to get me killed many, many times. But adding another death to Kenshin's concious…the poor man's already slaughtered to many. Another nightmare is not what he needs.' Kaoru thought through her panic. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she closed her eyes.
Hiko found himself taking another sound thrashing. He fell against the Shoji and his sword clattered to the ground.
Battousai snarled at him, eyes narrowed. He, himself did not want to take another life. But it was to save thousands of other innocents.
He lifted his blade and swung.
Kaoru cried out and leapt, pulling his arm and stopping the blade. Battousai's icey eyes snapped to her face. "Why did you do that?" He shook her off, and she stumbled a few steps back.
"I can't let you kill another, Kenshin." She whispered. "I don't want to lose the man that I love."
"Then what do you propose I do with him?" Battousai drawled, voice dripping with innocent saccharine.
"Give him to Saitou." Battousai's eyes widened, and he began to laugh. "What?"
"That's brilliant!" He chortled, "I can't believe I didn't consider that! Aoshi, you have Saitou's number, correct?"
"Of course." The cold ninja drawled.
"Call him please."
"I can't let you do that." Sano murmured. He drew twin revolvers, and aimed them at the two largest threats. His back was against a wall, and he had the others in sight.
"…Sano?" Kaoru asked, eyes wide. "What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry." Sano's disgust was evident, he held the guns like they were going to burn him. "He has someone very dear to me." His head jerked towards Hiko. "If I don't help him, she dies."
"Who?" Soujiro inquired gently. He was very close to Sano, he felt as though Sanosuke was his older brother. And if anything, he knew that Sano would do anything to protect those dear to him.
"Megumi Takani." Sano spat. "He took her from the hospital a year after you vanished. He promised to return her alive as long as I followed his orders."
"…When did you and Megumi get close?" Kaoru mused.
Battousai smiled, "They've always been close. The name-calling and physical violence is just their way of showing affection."
"Oh. How cute!" Kaoru cooed,
"Yeah…" Misao sighed. "I figured they had something going on, but I wasn't sure…"
"Really? Me to!" Kaoru agreed, "But I figured I was just being stupid, since they seemed to hate each other. Shows you how stupid I really was being, eh?" She laughed. Misao nodded her agreement, chuckling.
"Uh…guys?" Soujiro interrupted their tangent.
"What?" They asked in perfect unison.
"Our huge enemy is glaring at us evilly, and the man he's blackmailed into following his every order has two guns pointed at us. Mind keepin' yer minds on the present problems for now?"
The girls frowned at Kaoru's brother pointedly, but fell silent.
"Where is Megumi?" Aoshi asked Hiko. Hiko snorted at him, laughing his wicked laugh.
"Do you really think I'm going to tell you?" Aoshi shrugged, his eyes glimmering in the dull lamp-light. It fell yellow and harsh on the mahogony floor-boards.
"I figured it was worth a try." He smirked and silenced. Battousai was much less amused. Kaoru watched his eyes glint with anger towards his old master.
"You call yourself the Master of the style, Heaven's Honorable Sword Flow? You're not worthy of the title! The Hiten Mitsurugi is based on honour. It's a style that stresses fair, one-on-one combat with your enemies. Not this ridiculous 'kidnapping' and 'blackmailing' nonsense. You are a dishonored man." He said that as though pronouncing a death sentence.
"What do you want me to do now, boy? Commit Seppuku?"
"It befits tradition." Battousai shot back without missing a beat.
Hiko's laugh filled the room once again. "You idiot." Every muscle in the vicinity tensed, especially Sano's. Was the guy mad? Not only was Battousai Zanza's best friend, but Battousai was…well…BATTOUSAI!
"Elaborate." Battousai snarled, voice sharp and no-nonsense.
"You believe in all of that crap! Honour, truth, justice, Humbleness, all of the other bull that the Samurai used to spout. You base yourself on it!"
Battousai's eyes narrowed. "You know I do, Hiko. It is You who taught it to me."
"I suppose I did. Wonderful, how perfectly my plan worked out."
"What do you mean?" Kaoru interrupted, not liking the direction this was taking one bit.
Hiko chuckled, as though enjoying some cosmic joke that only he got. And then he decided to share the wealth. "I saved Kenshin as a little boy, 'Shinta'. I saved him from my men. His father was an old employee of mine, and when I learned that he'd had a son I was overjoyed. I figured that if Kitase could be such an excellent, perfect killer the boy could as well. I found out that Kitase had died, and it was even better. I staged the boy's life from his return to Japan and on."
Battousai's breathing had just about stopped.
"When I 'saved' him, the kid looked up to me so much I knew he would be the perfect assassin. But first I had to break him of his nasty 'honour' habit. So I simply taught him the way of the Samurai. The 'honour' and 'truth' the 'justice'. He set his life around those principles."
Kaoru felt tears welling up in her eyes. All of Battousai's beliefs and teachings were being crushed in minutes. Twenty-some-odd years worth of them.
"I don't care about them, I don't believe them. I just taught you to kill, and you do that very well, my boy."
"I don't understand…" Battousai hissed, struggling to speak, "Those people. You had me kill so many people, you said it was to better Japan. To preserve the Honour of our nation."
"And you," Hiko snickered, "Believed me!" His chuckle turned into a belly-laugh. "I had you kill people who were linking the syndicate. Police officers, FBI agents, witnesses to my crimes, partners who'd gone sour…every killing I ordered and you carried out, benefitted me entirely."
Battousai's eyes widened, and he blanched. "No." He whispered, repeating the word over and over as though by doing so he could make Hiko say 'Just kidding!'.
Kaoru's memory hit her, the one of the child's grave. "What about the little ten-year-old boy? What did he have that you wanted?"
"Him?" Hiko smiled, "Are you speaking of Tsukasa Tiekae?"
"…Tsu…yes." Kaoru replied abruptly. "What of that boy?"
"He was the son of someone who owed me a few hundred thousand dollars. The guy paid up the next day." Hiko replied nonchalontly.
"You murderer!" Soujiro shouted.
"I'm pretty sure he is the murderer." Hiko replied, waving a lazy hand at Battousai. The man stiffened.
"No. He killed honourably, he thought he was helping protect the innocent and the weak. You were using him as a pawn, doing your works through him. So, essentially, you are still the murderer." Aoshi replied icily. At his words the room dropped a good ten degrees.
Hiko's eyes flickered to Sano. "Kill them."
Sano hesitated, "I…can't…"
"If you don't, Megumi will die."
His fingers tightened on the triggers, and his jaw clenched in effort. 'Yes or no?' He asked himself, panicking. Yes – kill his close friends for one girl. No – let her die, when he was so bent on protecting her.
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"Screw you, Hiko." Sano snapped, throwing the guns to the ground with a wrinkling of his nose. "I will not sacrifice five lives for the sake of one. I love her, but I cannot betray my only friends for her."
Hiko frowned. Well, that was a very un-good development. He'd been banking on the Rooster-boy's obsessive love and overpowering feelings. Looks like that had fallen through, too. Plan B was screwed, was there a plan C?
Of course there was.
Did Hiko know what it was?
Of course he didn't.
The Shoji slid open, and a young boy strolled in. His eyes were a chocolate brown, his skin dark. But his eyes were dull, sad. Kaoru recognized him, but saw none of the inner-fire she'd observed upon their first meeting.
Hiko moved faster than Kaoru had ever expected. His trenchcoat was on the ground still, the weights forcing the floorboards to creak. His left arm wrapped around Yahiko's throat and his right hand pressed a small dagger into the boy's carotid.
"Let me go, or the boy dies." He ordered. Battousai made no comment, Kaoru saw him reeling from the shock of realizing that his master, his first real male figure had been a liar and a killer and a cruel, evil man. Hiko was a mad-man.
"We let you go, you let Megumi go." Kaoru snapped just as forcibly. Her instinct to protect another far overshadowed any wish she'd have to protect herself. All of her other personalities were aching to get out, she could feel them. They were far to close to the surface for her liking, lately.
Hiko measured her up uncertainly. He was always off-balance about this girl. She looked serious, and he wouldn't put her past pulling that Wakizashi again. "Fine." He snapped.
"Have her brought in here, now." He sighed. The girl was smart. Yahiko had the sense not to move, he stayed perfectly still and tried not to breathe to deeply. Hiko pulled his cell out and just as quickly had his arm back in place. He dialed, spoke softly into the reciever, and hung up.
"She'll be here in a moment." He growled.
"If this is a trick, Hiko," Kaoru said cheerily, "I will find out how many bones a human can survive being broken." Hiko couldn't resist the urge to gulp a bit.
The door opened and Megumi was thrust in, a tall, broad man holding her by the arm. She looked horrible, clothes all messy with some blood on her temple. She was thin, pale, and Kaoru figured she'd hadn't seen the sun for three months at least.
"Let her go." She ordered the man, who glanced at Hiko for confirmation. The man nodded and the guard let go and made his way back out. Sano ran to Megumi and caught her form as she fell, stroking her hair back and talking to her in a worried tone. "Now let Yahiko go," Kaoru snapped, "And then you have ten minutes to vanish. If I ever see you again, you'll wish I hadn't." The people who knew of her personality switches looked a little worried.
Kaoru was the sweet and innocent one. It should have been Akuma or Kurai saying those things. But it was definitely Kaoru. Creepy.
Hiko nodded, satisfied with the trade, and released Yahiko. He vanished out the door instantly.
Yahiko stood on shaking legs, a little freaked out. "…hi…" He managed absently, leaning against a wall as he psyched himself out of panic.
Kaoru smiled at him, "Hello." And then rushed to Kenshin's side. He was looking somewhat nauseas.
Dove: Whew. There it is. Fourteen pages. So, ya know, the DEATH THREATS can stop. =Gives Hizanu and Amber and the rest some VERY specific looks= I'm way behind schedule, but it's done!
Kenshin: Doverai.
Dove: Yes?
Kenshin: You have a science final tommorrow.
Dove: Oh. My. CRAPCRAPCRAP! =Staring at calender= I totally forgot that!
Sano: Haha!
Dove: You! Shut up! I have to go study! STUDYSTUDYSTUDY!!! AAHHHH!
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