Author's Note-Well, here's the next chapter. Insert Catchy Name and Mystic Sky Dragon, your question of who's behind Tobias is about to be answered. Oh, and by the way, I own nothing. So here's the next chapter. Read and enjoy.

~Tobias~

I almost reeled at the smell of cigarette smoke, being so out of touch with my human senses, but I managed to keep my composure. My mind raced to make up a good lie. "Why should I tell you?!" I demanded. 'Good,' I told myself, 'find out who this guy is first'.

"Ahou. I'm a part of the police force." My captor said. Damn.

"Oh really?" I asked. I wanted to turn around, but who knew what he was pointing at my back? It could have been a gun or a dracon beam for all I knew.

"Yes. Really. Will you answer my question, or do I have to take you down to the jailhouse for contempt to an officer?"

"Gee, that's. . .pretty harsh. . ." I said, trying to sound innocent. He must have seen me crawling out from behind those barrels. That probably did look a bit suspicious, not to mention my clothes and the time of night it was. I should have been more careful. "I'm. . .running an errand." I lied.

"Oh really? For whom? And what kind of errand involves sneaking around barrels in front of shops?"

"Erm. . ." I bit my lip. "I was. . .delivering a letter. . .from my brother Sanosuke. . .to give to a friend. And I accidentally dropped it, kicked it, and it went sliding into the bunch of barrels." I lied. Oh boy. What was I getting myself into? No way was he going to believe a lame lie like that.

I was right. I could feel the thing pressing into my back a bit harder. A stick? Or maybe a sword hilt? Knowing this time line, it was most likely the latter. But wasn't there supposed to be a sword ban in this time? Then again, Kenshin carried a sword. Hm. . .

"Oh?" said the person. "I didn't know that he had a little brother. Or any brothers at all, for that matter." Crap! He knew Sano?! "Then again, you do seem to be as much as an ahou as he is."

Ahou. I had the feeling that was some kind of Japanese insult, but how should I know? This did seem a bit screwed up. . . They must have been speaking Japanese, and we must have somehow switched to the Japanese language when we leaped through time. But apparently, we couldn't understand a few words or read Japanese writing.

"I'm from out of town. . ." I said, hoping he'd buy that.

"What is your name?"

I thought for a few moments, my mind going over all of the animes I had heard kids talking about. Lets see. . .Pokemon, DBZ, Sailor Moon, Cardcaptors. . . Nothing. Finally, I said, "Toru. My name is Toru." I replied.

". . .Took you awhile to remember your name."

"Erm. . .late reaction time?"

"I hear voices! Over there!" A voice shouted.

"Damn those Andalite Bandits! They must have morphed to human!" said another.

"Look," I said, "you don't want to get caught by these people. Just let me go and get out of here."

". . .Hn." The person said. "Why not?"

"Because. . .they're. . .not nice." I said. "And they've got guns."

I looked around, preparing to bolt away, or at least into the shadows, whether my captor let me leave or not. I needed to find somewhere that I could hide, somewhere that I could morph and get out of here. Unfortunately, my captor had another idea. Strong fingers wrapped around my arm and yanked me into the dark alleyway. "Don't say a word." He said quietly. He peered back into the street and watched the controllers.

"Where are they?" One asked. I poked my head out of the alleyway slightly as well to watch. There seemed to be five in the group, all armed with dracon beams.

The man put a hand on his sword hilt. I looked up at him. True enough, he was wearing a police uniform. But it was too dark in the alley to see his face.

I sighed, frustrated. I was helpless as a human. If I could get out of morph, I could probably escape. Because after all, escaping is a whole lot easier as a hawk than as a human. Not to mention that my minutes were ticking down and I had no time to waste.

I began to step away, farther back into the darkness of the alley, but the man grabbed my arm again and shook his head. The controllers ran past, not seeing us in the shadows. "Follow me." The man said. I reluctantly followed him down the dark street.

Unfortunately, our stealthiness was not enough. "There!" someone yelled. I looked around and saw a controller at the end of the street, pointing at us.

"Kuso. . ." the man growled. "I don't know what you did to make them angry, brat, but it must have been serious. This way."

We began to run, several controllers running after us. I could barely keep up with the man. We turned a corner and quietly slipped into a dark building. As he lit the candle, I could see that we were in what must have been in the police station.

I could see him, as well. He towered above me, seven feet tall, it must have been. That was a bit odd, considering that people from this time were not supposed to be that tall. His hair was black and his face was long as he looked down at me like a bug.

"Who are you?" I asked. Suddenly I remembered. I had seen him in that documentary. He was-

"Goro Fujita." Said the man.

~Kenshin~

I sighed. What was I going to do? I had sworn never to kill again. . .now I was agreeing to a war. To basically become an assassin again. Was I doing the right thing? I scarcely even knew what was right and wrong anymore. . .

I had to help Japan. No, not just Japan, but the entire earth. But if I killed. . .then I would be a murderer again, like shisou had said, to Yeerks and the people they controlled alike. What was worse though? Death with eventual total enslavement? Or life with unreasonable hope? Both would be wrong. . .

I shook my head. A headache was beginning to grow. Of course, I wasn't resting like I told the others I would be. My futon was folded up in a corner, but then again, I rarely used a futon. Normally I would just sit against the wall, sword in hand, like I was now.

Kaoru-dono had been all too kind to allow me to stay here. I didn't want her getting hurt. I didn't want Sano and Yahiko to get hurt, either. I wondered if there was some sort of way of winning the war without killing. But every way I thought of seemed hopeless. It all ended with taking life.

I looked up at the full moon. "What should I do. . .Tomoe?" I whispered. "Should I help them? Should I stop them, even? What should I do?"

Ten people against an entire army. Against an entire empire, planet even. How was there any hope for us? What could we possibly do to stop them?

The pounding in my head became worse and I winced. "Oro. . ." I groaned.

"Hey, are you okay in there?" I heard Cassie's voice come from the other side of the shoji. I blinked. "Hello?"

I stayed silent so that she would think that I was asleep. I heard her footsteps trail off into the distance. It was good to know that I wasn't going to face this alone, but still.ten people? When the Andalite that gave them the power to morph chose these kids, did he realize that so few people were being chosen to fight the Yeerks? I was surprised that the Animorphs, mere children, had managed to survive for so long.

{You turned the tide of the war pretty well, I would think. And you /were/ only their age.} one side of me said. My Battousai half. It had managed to cut through even my headache.

No. All the people supporting the Inshin Shishi deserved all the credit. I was just one in the masses.

{And yet, you seemed to kill a bit more. Face it, they were without a good deal of their officials because /you/ killed them.}

I wished I never did. My hands were stained with so much blood. No matter how many times I washed them, they still reeked of that smell. And I wondered as my fingers brushed the scar on my left cheek if that would bleed again as well whenever I killed.

I had killed so many. Even my own beloved, Tomoe. The people that I had killed came to haunt me in my dreams almost every night, making sure that I barely got any sleep, and when I did, it was very light. But then, who was I to complain? I wasn't worthy enough to have the right to complain about things like that. I didn't want to worry Kaoru-dono and the others.

Though I wish I had something for my headache. I could tell that it was from the stress. I had gotten a lot of headaches when I learned about Shishio's plans as well, but I never told anyone about them. Megumi-dono could probably give me some kind of medicine or something, but I didn't want to bother her. I sighed again.

After some time of my musings, the shoji opened. "Kenshin, the Animorphs have decided to check back at the Yeerk camp. Sanosuke is going into the city to check there. I'm going with him. Are you coming?" Yahiko asked.

I stood up and nodded. "Let's go." I said. I followed him out of the dojo and into the crisp, cool night air.

Author's Note-Geez, I've been writing this on notebook paper as a rough draft and was on page 28. Now I've practically gone through the entire rough-draft version so far. I'll try to have the next chapter posted tomorrow at the usual time, but still. . .geez. . .I'm going to have to write more. . . Anyways, please review, and all suggestions and ideas are welcome. Ja ne!