Yahiko entered the room, arms crossed over his chest, the Kimono he had taken from Kenshin's room draping over his shoulders, flowing behind him making him appear to be all the more masterful to his new pupils, this was THEIR sensei. Yahiko stopped when he reached the center of the room, and turned observing the faces of his students, Heh heh, I've got them wrapped around my finger. Yahiko sat down crossing his legs and throwing the Kimono off his shoulders, then in a loud, over exaggerated voice yelled out for all the students in the room, and the people in the next two rooms over to hear

"I Myojin Yahiko, during the absence of Kamiya Kaoru will be your sensei and continue to teach you in the honorable ways of the Kamiya Kasshin until her--" He was interrupted by a sharp impact to the head, dealt by the very Kaoru in mention. Under normal circumstances he would have leaped into a battle with her, but unfortunately she had the unfair defense of being pregnant, so Kenshin insisted he not start any fights with her.

"Yahiko, I asked you to train my students, not put on a kabuki for them." Kaoru had no intension of losing any of her new students because of Yahiko wanting to show off to them. Kaoru looked over them, they had grown much more serious when she walked into the room, Yahiko may be able to win over some applause, but she still had their respect. Also looking as cute as I do helps a lot, Kaoru said giggling to herself,

"AH! Misao san!" all of the students rang out adoringly as Misao entered, rubbing her eyes, as usual she had slept in. Yahiko jumped up and started pushing Misao and Kaoru out of the room

"I'M TRYING TO RUN A CLASS HERE DAMN IT!! YOU TWO AREN'T HELPING ANYTHING!!"

"YOUR YELLING IS THE THING THAT BROUGHT ME IN HERE!! I WAS TRYING TO SLEEP!!" Misao retorted, planting her fist against Yahiko's face, sending him across the room. 

"YAY! MISAO-SAMA!!"

"THAT'S THE WAY TO DO IT!!"

"YOU'RE THE BEST!!!" Misao looked over at Kaoru's students, each grinning at her widely, she usually found their drooling over her kind of amusing, but not so early in the morning, it was just annoying.

"Yahiko, get control of your students." Misao said simply as she left the dojo with Kaoru.

"Alright, now that that distraction is gone, lets get down to work" Yahiko said getting to his feet

"Ah my Misao-sama..."

"YOUR MISAO??"

"HEY ! YOU CAN BICKER ABOUT WHO DESERVES HER MOST LATER!!" Yahiko yelled out trying to regain the control he had lost so quickly

"YEAH MY MISAO, NO ONE ELSE DESERVES HER!!" At that all the students went at it, Yahiko gave up, finding the only way to control them was how he always did; he took hold of his shinai, and jumped into the crowd of warring students.

Kenshin sighed laughing to himself, this was how it always was when Kaoru left Yahiko in charge, Misao would come in for some reason or another, and all the students would get into arguments about who deserved her most, actually, they would end up doing that whether  Misao came in or not. Not when Kaoru was around though, they would do exactly as they were told, never talking back, besides Yahiko of course, but he had lessened up on his insults since it enraged the other students.

Yahiko would have a hard time taking care of the dojo until Kaoru was capable of taking over again, assuming she ever was, Kenshin had suggested simply closing down the dojo for now, but Kaoru and Yahiko both went crazy at the idea,

"Besides" Kaoru said "I need to start being harder on him so that he won't get to cocky, trying to keep control of a group of boys who don't respect him will be just the thing to remind him of his place" Kenshin wasn't sure if that was a good idea, but he had to admit it would be a good experience for him.

Kenshin couldn't help but feel that Aoshi's death as just the first step in something much larger, possibly a recreation of the Jinchuu, Saitoh had informed Kenshin that it was likely the work of the now dieing syndicate that Enishi had control of.  Due to this, Yahiko getting all the training in taking command of a situation, and battle tactics would help them encase something did happen,

"ALRIGHT!! Now I hope you've all learned who your master is, and we'll have no more outbreaks when those busu's Kaoru and Misao enter here!!" Or it might be counter productive...

"Yahiko.. keep it down, your shouting is hurting my head." Misao lay in her bed, trying to fall back asleep; it wasn't early for anyone else, so she couldn't blame them, just for her.

"You disturbed Misao-sama!!"

"And saying they're ugly, HAVE YOU NO SHAME!?!?"

"PREPARE YOURSELF YAHIKO!!!"  She did wish they would respect her wishes at least a little, she wasn't able sleep last night.. no more correctly, she didn't want to. Images of the night they had found Aoshi's body flashed through her mind in her dreams, she didn't want to see them anymore.

It had been two years since Aoshi had... fallen, she still couldn't say died, not even in her mind. It was still so surreal.  She moved to the Kamiya dojo about a year and a half ago, she wanted to be around lots of people, lots of noise, in hopes that maybe it could replace the loss of Aoshi, it helped a little, but not enough to stop the tears from coming on cold nights when her mind would wonder... 

The other half her reason for coming was so she could cry... After a few months of wandering around in a listless depression, Misao noticed how worried the other people of the Aoiya were, so she placed a facade over her face, smiling all through the day as if nothing was wrong, and weeping into the far depths of the night. It didn't work as well as she'd hoped, the members of the Aoiya knew her to well, and were able to see through her disguise to quickly for her to take, so she had to come her, it was the only way she'd be able to have any peace... she came here to be around noise.. and she came here to be alone.. Misao laughed at how contradictory that was, but it was how she felt.

Kaoru placed a hand on Misao's door, considering wither to enter or not, she wanted to go talk to her, wanted to help her cope with the loss of Aoshi, but she knew she wouldn't be able to do anything. Misao had always smiled and said

"It would be silly to morn for people that are already dead, especially someone like Aoshi-sama." This sentiment was supposedly how she always felt when someone died, but Kaoru could see through it, her heart was broken into more pieces then anyone could ever fix.

Kaoru stepped outside, as she expected Kenshin was busy doing the laundry; he had insisted she not even consider doing it, actually he pretty much told her not to do a thing. She was afraid he would start trying to actually feed her, Kaoru laughed the thought away, she doubted Kenshin would be that protective... at least she hoped he couldn't be.

Kenshin looked over at Kaoru and smiled as he noticed her, she smiled back at him, but for some reason it seemed forced. She figured it was likely due to Misao, or because of Kenshin's current behavior; after the fight with Enishi Kenshin's energy seemed to decrease more and more, he stopped training Yahiko when he had defeated Enishi, and hadn't picked up his Sakabato for a year.

Kaoru sighed; although Kenshin smiled more then he ever had before something was somehow missing. She almost felt as if she was holding him down, as if somewhere deep within him was a restlessness; a will to wander. He withheld it from her, whatever it was. And whenever she thought she could bring it up she stopped mid-sentence, afraid to offend him, but more than anything, afraid he wouldn't answer.

Arei walked down the street of Tokyo, sword being dragged along the ground as she did. She didn't really care that she was drawing attention to herself; she was too tired to think about something so trivial. Arei looked over the dojo, this would be her last hope in finding Enishi, for the last two years she'd been searching for him, been going days without food, and hardly ever had a place to stay, all for nothing, so she was forced to try and get information out of Kenshin.

Arei stood staring blankly at the Kamiya Kasshin dojo for a few minutes before she was able to focus again. Before she was able to knock the door opened, and a rather girly looking red haired man opened it… Kenshin..

 "Anou, Daijoubu de gozaru yo?" Kenshin asked the girl he saw at the door. She looked very warn and tired. Her clothes were tattered and she was covered in all manner of travel dust. She was carrying what looked like an expensive sword at her side, or rather dragging it. It appeared that she had been using it as a sort of walking stick. Kenshin winced instinctively at the disrespect of the weapon, although he doubted it. She looked at him a little blankly, as if trying to focus as she leaned to the side a bit.

"Enishi sama is.." she started, but Kenshin could only imagine what she was about to say as she collapsed in the middle of her sentence. He caught her.