Lachlan: I am soo sorry, ya'll. My computer was a total beotch.

Isis: Aw… poor abiou.

Kenshin: Can I say anything?

Lachlan: Sure, Kenshin. * Bats eyes. * You can say anything you want, you sexy battosai!

Kenshin: I don't like this stupid computer, really I don't.

Isis: Amen.

Lachlan: May I remind you two of the DOS computer that's older than me? The one THAT DELETED MY BOOK?!?!?!

Kenshin: *blush* Sorry.

Isis: *gulp * please…don't go back there!! LACHLAN!!!

Lachlan: * is stalking towards the '85 computer with a steel baseball bat. *

Kenshin: No! Don't! Your book is still in there, yes it is!! You'll lose it for good that way, sesmet!

Lachlan: * growls threateningly at the piece of techno crap * You'll get yours!!!!

Computer: Oh like I haven't heard that one before….

Lachlan: * hums "heart of sword" quietly. *

Isis: Onwards!!!

Doramae stood, watching the girl dismount from the exhausted, but happy steed. She smiled at him, a fine of sweat glistening on her face and arms.

"You look like you could use a cool bath," he said, smiling back at her.

She nodded.

"Yeah, I feel really hot. I could use a bath," she said.

Doramae led her into the house, and down the hall. He opened a door, and Gwinamae gasped. The bathroom he was showing her had walls and floors of alabaster, and more Egyptian paintings were on them. But what caught her eye was the waterfall. The bath and shower was a garden pool with a waterfall in the middle. She turned and gaped at him.

"Master Doramae! I'm in shock! This is beautiful!"

Doramae tried to suppress a blush that threatened to spread across his cheeks.

"I'll be in my study if you need anything." he said, and shut the door.

Gwinamae slid out of her sweaty shorts and shirt, and then went in to the pool. She went into the waterfall, giggling. The water felt so good on her sweaty skin. She slid into the deepest part of the water, where she found it was up to her waist. She carefully washed herself, marveling at how cool the water was. She briefly imagined Doramae joining her, and her belly grew taut with longing.

'Stop it, Gwinamae. You can't have him. He probably doesn't even like you like that.'

She sat down in the shallow end of the water, and lounged on the edge.

'Get a grip, Gwinamae. He's out of your reach.'

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Doramae sat in his study, trying to concentrate on his latest project, learning to speak Runic. He sighed and set the book down.

'Look at yourself. She's got you all flustered.'

He picked up his book again.

"Um, Master Doramae?" said the soft clear voice of his apprentice.

Doramae looked up. Gwinamae stood in the doorway, a small white towel wrapped around her, her green eyes glowing like emeralds in the firelight of his study, her honey colored hair still damp. She looked at him shyly.

"Y-yes, Gwinamae?" He asked, swallowing hard.

The towel could hardly contain her blossoming figure. It barely covered her breasts, and just concealed the tops of her thighs.

'I should have bought larger towels. I only wrap them around my waist, is all, but by Ra she looks cute!'

"Um, I don't know where my room is. Can you show me?" she asked.

He got up and smiled.

"Of course. Here, wear this." he said, slipping of his house robe and putting it on her bird like shoulders.

"You don't want to catch a cold," he said, smiling at her. "Follow me."

He led her up the stairs, and opened her door. Gwinamae's eyes went wide in surprise. Her room was paneled with ebony, and her bed, a four-poster, was draped with black satin curtains.

"Oh, it's magnificent!" she cried, hugging him.

Doramae stood in shock. Was that towel she wore really that thin? He could feel every curve on her body, as though she wore nothing but his robe…

Gwinamae looked down, and saw the towel had fallen around her ankles. She flushed the color of blood.

'Oh, no!' she wailed to herself. 'He must be so disgusted!'

Doramae took Dirama's advice and pretended not to notice.

"I have desert downstairs if you want some after you're dressed." he said, and went downstairs.

Gwinamae shut the door, and took of his robe, staring at it.

"What have I gotten myself into?" she asked herself, and then hugged his robe to her body, smelling the intoxicating scent of him that lingered on it. She dressed and quietly stole down the stairs.

He was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper.

"That damn tomb robber is at it again, as usual." he muttered to no one in particular.

"Um, here's your robe, Master Doramae." she stammered, setting it on the table.

Doramae flicked his eyes at her, then after a quick smile, went back to his paper.

"Nice robe." he remarked, still reading his paper.

She flushed. She was wearing a white kimono like robe trimmed with black lace over her sating nightgown.

"Oh, thank you," she said, averting her eyes.

"Do you want some hot chocolate?" he asked.

She nodded. He got up and got her a mug.

"It's in the kettle over there." he said.

Gwinamae poured herself a cup, and drank slowly. Her eyes widened.

"Oh! This is good!" she exclaimed. "What did you put in it?"

"Spearmint oil, and nutmeg. Is it good?"

She nodded, smiling with her eyes closed.

"It's great!"

The old clock chimed eleven 'o clock.

"Time for bed. Your training starts tomorrow."

Gwinamae downed her cocoa and was about to wash out her mug when he stopped her.

"Leave it. The Koriboh will take care of it."

She frowned.

"Koriboh?"

"A few Koriboh live in the walls of my house. They clean and tidy up, and I leave them treats in exchange. "

He opened his fridge, then set out a pat of cream cheese.

"This is one of their favorite things. I don't eat it myself. I'm lactose intolerant. But I do but it for them, they love it so much."

"How cute!" Gwinamae said.

They headed up the stairs.

"Good night Gwinamae." he said.

"Good night Doramae." she replied, and shut her door.

Lachlan: Well? Did I make up for my long absence? Please tell me!!

Isis: Please do not be too angry at her…technical difficulties!!!

Kenshin: It's not her fault!!!

Lachlan: * pounces and tackles her battosai * Awww you are so cute!!!! * kisses him *

Kenshin: AYAH!!! Can't breathe!!

Lachlan: Awww, I'm sorry, sweetie. * huggles him *

Isis: Yech, get a room.!!!

Kenshin: C'mon, let's go. * drags Lachlan off*

Lachlan: *giggling* Bye ya'll!! * Runs off with Kenshin.*