MoTaS: Well, with 5 reviews, I must say that the next chapter……… shall be so!

Kenshin: HURRAY!!!!

MoTaS: Yes, yes, Kenshin, the story will go on, but don't get me agitated; one particular reader, whose stories I enjoy quite well, is upset that I continue to hurt you, both physically and mentally. So do us a favor and keep it down, ok?

Kenshin: Okay, master, I'll try to stay quieter than normal.

MoTaS: Hmm… all you have to is ask and they will listen…… well, almost everyone. Anyways, last time, the gang reminence of a past Christmas among friends; well, it's in the future, but that'll be to complicating to explain. Anywho, they remember and yearn for another, sort of, and our now somewhat good friend Akuma is back, most likely going to do as they wish.

Kenshin: I hope it'll be a nice holiday for us all, that I do.

MoTaS: That we do, my not as great as me pupil, that we do. So, everyone, enjoy part two of a reunion not to be missed; unless you didn't like my past work or just hold a grudge to my ways of doing things.

Kenshin: Master does not own RK, that he does not.

MoTaS: Oh yah; the little (~~) things indicate thoughts and (**) mean actions

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*Last time*

Meanwhile, within earshot of the two friends, a dark and mysterious person watched and listened. Slowly, a plot was forming within his intelligent mind… a plot of great randomness and…… well, randomness. Maybe a little bit of comedic pain. Silently smirking, he walked off and decided it was an excellent holiday treat for his friends. Akuma had had his fun with them before, and so he shall again.

*Now… in the future… in 2005*

For our future friends, it was a week til Christmas and things weren't as wonderful as the previous year. Ian and Karli's little brother was home from military school and would be for the holiday break. He hadn't last year because mom and dad had agreed that he needed to stay. Anyways, there was some gloom hanging in the air that hadn't been there the last holiday break because there favorite people, who were in fact from 19th century Japan, wouldn't be joining them this time around. Unknown to them, that would be true; it was them who would be joining their Meiji-era friends. But they know this… yet.

Ian: Hey, Karli!!!

Karli: Yes, brother of mine?

Ian: What the heck are we doing here?

Karli: Absolutely nothing.

Ian: That's what I thought.

Heather: *Appears out of the blue* Hello, peoples!

Ian and Karli: *grumbling gloomily* hi

Heather: Ok, who died?

Ian: Our spirit for the holiday season.

Heather: Why's that?

Karli: Our special friends aren't here.

Heather: I see your point.

Ian: I wish there was a way that we see them again, if only for a day, even a few hours.

Heather and Karli: yah.

Ian: ~I wish my powers were more developed, then I could just transport them all here, or rather us there; less strain in the end~

Lucky for these "gloom and doom"-ers, they were about to receive their wish, in an evil and twisted way in all respects.

Akuma: *appears out of no where* Hello, my favorite family peoples!

Everybody but him: O___O AHH!!! *Jumping*

Akuma: What? Not happy to see your should be long dead multi-great whatever realtive?

Ian: What the heck are you doing here?

Akuma: Just stopping in for a little bit. ~not really, but I figure it's good enough for those two there~

Ian: ~you can speak to me telepathicly?~

Akuma: ~if I couldn't would we be having this conversation?~ So, what is up with you three? You look a bit upset over something?

Karli: Just remembering the past year; you should know, seeing as you brought it about.

Akuma: I guess I deserved that. Well, I guess, given the mood, you miss your friends and wish there was a way to spend the holiday with them, eh?

Heather: How did you know?

Akuma: I am a man of a great many talents, my dear. Besides; it's written all over your faces.

Ian: Yah, we miss them; so what?

Akuma: Well, I figured maybe you'd like to visit them for a little while or something, but I guess you don't….

All but Akuma: WE DO!

Akuma: Well alright then! Pack your bags people; we're going to Vegas!

Everyonr else: O_O

Akuma: I mean, Tokyo! 19th century, if you will!

Ian: You'd do this for us?

Akuma: Hey, what's family for? It just doesn't do for you all to be unhappy!

Heather: What about our parents?

Akuma: Don't worry; the beauty of time travel is you can get back before you even left!

Ian: I'm in; I gotta see my guys again, seeing as there isn't much here for me.

Karli: Why not; I doubt that they can really take much more of eating Kaoru's food over the past several months.

Heather: Hell with it; my dad is driving me nuts; I gotta see my girls like now!

Akuma: alright then, we're going, or rather, you'll be there and I'll be doing what I normally do for the time you're there.

Ian: ~Hey, I need help with my powers; I haven't been able to get much done with them, you know?~

Akuma: ~Okay, we'll take a little side trip for a bit of training; you'll still get there, just a few seconds after the others.~

Ian: ~Sounds good; I guess it pays to have a forever immortal relative.~ Lets go!

With, Ian, Karli, Heather, and Akuma poofed and disappeared, off to see their friends for the holidays. It was sure to be a very interesting holiday season after all.

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MoTaS: Hey! This is going to be an interesting story, isn't it?

Kenshin: It most certainly is, master.

MoTaS: For once, my baka deshi, you have not angered me, made me laugh, made me cry (from laughter), or in any way disturbed me! Good job!

Kenshin: Thank you master. ^__^

MoTaS: Okay, don't go getting cocky now.

Kenshin: O_O Meep! Yuki!!

Yuki: Yes, Kenshin?

MoTaS: Oh, gods, not her…

Kenshin: He wasn't being very nice to me, that he wasn't.

Yuki: Oh really? -__-;

MoTaS: Let me get this through to you now; I was nice to him the whole chapter and now, because of a harmless comment and his cries for your help, you're getting pissed at me?

Yuki: Hmm… yup, that's about right.

MoTaS: I'm ending it now. *POOF!*

Yuki: *Gone*

Kenshin: Where did you send her, shishou.

MoTaS: Fanfic-writer's hell; they have a special room for her. Thought I'd give her a taste of what she'll face when she dies.

~In Yuki's Hell Room…~

Yuki: NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kenshin: I much prefer Kaoru over yourself, Miss Yuki.

Yuki: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mysterious crowd behind her: Oh, Yuki-sama….

Yuki: What now- O_O

MCBH: *is a crowd of dead and disfigured soap bars* It's time to pay for what you have done to us all…. *Flamethrower appears* This is Bob, your first victim.

Bob: *waves*

MCBH: He will be burning you to a golden crisp in a little bit.

Yuki: O___O NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!