It has come to my attention that I am not making my chapters long enough. I will fix this problem IMMEDIATELY. Hey does any one want me to put a song chapter into this story? It would have to be associated with fighting because I listen to Rap/ Rock/ and Nu. Well…I do listen to Mary J. Blige… so I guess that's okay! But vote! I'm going to make a few disagreements with Aoshi/Misao/Pan. Okay? Okay!

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"But the truth is, I never really wanted to kill anybody."

- Seta Soujirou, Rurouni Kenshin

"When did I begin… to love him this much?"

- Higurashi Kagome, Inuyasha (Manga)

"If we can't get out together, then I'll rather die here with you!"

-Sango, Inuyasha (spoken to Miroku)

"Grandpa G.! It isn't true is it? You're not really leaving!"

-Son Pan (4 years), Dragonball Z

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Pan skipped happily through the hallway towards 'Shishiou'. Finally she could get this done and over with! Soujirou, slightly peeved at her actions, cautioned her to calm her self, and warned her that the outcome of the meeting might not be the prettiest thing in the world. Pan shrugged his remark off and grinned as she reached the shiny brown door that Soujirou had described. She swung it open and chirped. "Hi!" Soujirou half scowled through his mask.

The first one she saw had her mouth wide open, as if surprised that Pan was here. She would investigate that later. Another woman, who seemed to have green lips stood and acknowledged her with cold blue eyes. Pan smiled at her and turned to the last person in the dark room. He had bandages that were wrapped around his whole body. She would have to ask him for some of his, because she had been steadily running out. Parts of brown hair peeked out of the top of his head and his eyes were dark- and seemed to be evil.

Even if the owner of those eyes meant to hurt her, he was no real threat. Pan had only traveled with Soujirou out of curiosity. She could've flown off any time she wanted. Something about Mr. Seta's smile intrigued her. It wasn't real, she could tell. She knew what a smile was, and that was not one. One time she had tried to get Aoshi to smile, but it ended badly. Aoshi hurt her feelings by telling her that she was worthless and annoying. She never tried that again. In fact, her words from then on were limited to him.

Her smile faded a bit after that flashback. "Sit down Dragon. We have some things to discuss." Shishiou interrupted coolly. Pan nodded. The man in wraps gestured toward a cushion, which Pan sat down in graciously. Soujirou watched this interaction with slight confusion. What had happened to the child like woman that had traveled with him? She was so carefree with him; he thought for sure that she was going to get killed. Now she was acting as if she was in the business. He felt…jealous!

"It seems that you have been taking down some of my men for the past few years. It has just been uncovered that you have been responsible." Shishiou smirked and leaned back into his chair. "I should kill you." Pan stifled a snort. Like he could kill her! "But I've decided to make you an offer." Shishiou stared her straight in the eye. "You know, from the reports of my spies, you're a very good fighter. Fight for me." he said. Pan closed her eyes and put her hands behind her head. "Something smells. What happens if I don't?" Shishiou grinned maliciously. "Then your friends and family die."

Pan, her eyes still closed, scowled at him. "Do you know who they are? I'm sorry- but I'm not thoroughly convinced."                                                                     "Yes I was expecting that. I have their names to recite to you."  He lazily glanced at the woman beside who responded by handing him a piece of parchment.

"Ah. Here it is. Kamiya Kaoru, the assistant Master of the Kamiya Kasshinryu Style. According to classified sources, she seems to be very important to you."

Pan half smiled. "Go on."

"Myougin Yahiko, a student at the Kamiya dojo. The resemblance between you, the girl, and this boy are uncanny. They say you could all pass for siblings.

Pan only nodded. "And?"            

"Makimachi Misao, your adopted sister. It is said that you were found roaming around on the streets of Kyoto when she found you. You were then taken in by the Oniiwabanshuu, where you learned to fight."

Pan smirked. "They didn't teach met to fight. I already knew. If anything, I taught them."

Shishiou frowned. "You were four years old at the time." Pan shrugged, not wanting to reveal too much.

"Shinimori Aoshi, leader of the Oniiwabanshuu but his relation to you is unknown. You are often seen by his side, but usually not speaking to him. At one time you would've been classified as  surrogate siblings, but something happened that my men didn't catch, and that was over. Care to explain?" Pan sighed and rubbed her forehead above her shut eyes. "We got in a fight."

Shishiou nodded his understanding. "So will you join me?" Pan's eyes opened slowly. "I have to, don't I? You play dirty." She grinned at him. "We could be good allies." She her warm blue eyes suddenly froze into ices. "But that alliance is broken if you harm a hair on my family. They're all I've got now." Shishiou sneered, but said nothing. Such sentiments were disgusting. At least he had Yumi, who understood that he was not like that.

"Boy." Soujirou was thrown from his thoughts. "Mr. Shishiou?" "Show Pan her quarters now. She must be exhausted from her- trip." Pan knew a dismissal when she heard one, so she stood and followed Soujirou out of the dreary room. "Oh and Dragon?" Pan stopped at the doorway, not turning around. "As soon as your sickness passes, you will perform in front of me. I want to see how good you are for my self."

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Pan awoke to the sound of chirping birds, and low voices. Tuning out of both sounds, she hummed lightly to herself so that she could make her bed in peace. Finishing her task quickly and efficiently, she suddenly felt the urge to swim. A bath wouldn't work, nor a cold glass of water. She needed to douse herself into a river or something.

Opening her door, after changing into new bandages and fighting clothes – via Shishiou – she raced down the hallway until she found Soujirou's room. She regretted whipping it open and not knocking as soon as she saw him. Sitting on his matt, he was shirtless, and his hair was unruffled. He turned her way with his usual smiling face. "Was there something you needed?" Pan frowned. He hadn't acted this way on the trip here. No matter.

"Do you know a place where I could swim?" "Yes, just behind the house is a clearing. If you wander behind the trees a little bit, then you'll stumble across it. I should probably take you there, though." Soujirou found his hakama and slipped it on. It was too late however, Pan had caught the bug. She was blushing like a maniac, but hid her heating face with her hands.

He gently led her down the hall towards the back door. It was so bright outside, a complete opposite to the inside of the home. Soujirou watched in amusement –real amusement- as she looked around in wonder. They reached a grove and slid past it without a problem. The sound of water found its way to Pan's sensitive ears. She nearly jumped for joy when a small river came into view.

Completely forgetting that another man was there with her, she took of her shirt (she had her bandages still on her chest, much to Soujirou's relief) and dove head first into the calm water. Being the decent man that he was, Soujirou turned away and remained crimson. The things that he had seen! Her thin stomach, and…he couldn't even think it straight!

She surfaced and began to coax Soujirou into joining her. "Please? The water is great and it would be fun!" After ten minutes or so of pleading, Soujirou finally complied and he jumped into the water also. When he didn't surface right away, Pan began to worry. "Soujirou! Mr. Seta!" She swam around for a moment until, to her horror, a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist. Before she knew it, she was plummeting toward the water again.

Soujirou's laughter rung out and angered Pan even more than she was. Fuming, she glared at him in silence for a while, before it wore off, and they were playing like children. Splashing, tagging, holding breath contests. It was so fun!

After a while, it seemed like they had known each other for ever, and Pan and Soujirou were chatting like no tomorrow. Before long, Soujirou learned Pan's whole life story, and Pan learned almost all of his. Pan noted that Soujirou seemed more at ease here, but decided not to press it. "So who was that woman that had the fighting gear on?" she asked, floating in the water. "Who? Kamatari?" Soujirou laughed. "He is not a woman. He just dresses like one." Pan nearly capsized. "Why would he want to do that?"

"I have no idea. Ask him." Soujirou answered. Pan shook her head. That would definitely be an awkward moment.  "When we go back, I should probably tell Shishiou that I feel fine, and that I could fight now." Soujirou nodded his head. They held that silence for about thirty minutes, resting on their backs and gazing at the tall green oak trees surrounding them, before Pan announced that she was pruning. Side by side, they walked back dripping wet.

What they didn't notice was a pair of brown eyes, watching their every movement.

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Aoshi needed to be stopped. Okina knew that he had been hurt emotionally, but this was too much. He was killing, without any reason. He had sent for Misao a few weeks ago to join him back in Kyoto, but she had yet to turn up. It was rumored that Aoshi had been traveling toward himself in order to get something. That something was not the deal. It was that he was coming.

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Pan would have been a great ally during this crisis, but none of the in training Oniiwabanshuu had found her. Pan had been tricked into thinking that the Oniiwabanshuu that she had been around was the only Oniiwabanshuu. They had done that for their own safety, and hers. Her strength, speed, and defense was amazing. Although he would never admit it, she surpassed Aoshi.

For that reason, Aoshi never picked a fight with Pan. That is why Misao was never a good target. Pan would have tracked the man down and tortured him until he was as good as dead. She had admitted it to all of them one time, when she was still small. Aoshi had been one of their greatest samurai at that time and they were all amused to hear this declaration from such a small girl. Their amusement had been silenced when they first saw her in action.

Misao was also one of their best spies. Although she gives people the impression of a loud and obnoxious kid, she could be the greatest assassin at times that she wanted. Her silence was very eerie, and only the greatest of samurai could detect her. Aoshi was one of them, hence his ability to hide from her so easily. She was still out their trying to find him.

Of course, Pan found him the first time that she looked. Her incredible ability to fly was to blame. Aoshi had made her swear that she wouldn't tell anyone where he was, and she kept her promise. She only told Okina what her promise was, and that if he told Misao, she wouldn't ever forgive her. Then Pan wouldn't ever forgive him.

"He's here Okina! He's in the training room!" a student called. Okina gracefully stood up from his knees and walked toward the room. Aoshi stood there, looking neutral as always. So it begins…

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Misao sprinted as fast as she could toward the dojo, she couldn't believe it. She would be there to prove her master wrong, and she would see Lord Aoshi again. Misao almost lost her balance because of her giddiness. The building was in sight and, if possible, she ran even faster.

She threw open the sliding door and, gasping for breath, managed to run up the steps. And then she saw…

"LORD AOSHI?" she screamed. There he was, towering over a half dead Okina. "What are you doing?" she asked, meekly. Aoshi's glare did not cease. It only grew. Misao ignored it and threw herself in front of his target. "What are you doing?" she repeated. "This does not concern you, Misao." said Aoshi, his response monotone. "It sure does! What are you doing? Why?" Aoshi almost sneered, almost.

"I will kill Himura Kenshin. Okina is standing in my way." Misao stood up and shook her head. "No. Did you not read Pan's letter? She went over there herself to kill him, but he denied it. He said that someone that you were working for did it. Listen to me Aoshi!" She pleaded.

"Pan was blinded by his lies and deceit."

"No! Aoshi! Stop this!"

He ignored her…again.

He turned to leave but before he did, "I never want to see your face again, Misao." The cracking glass shattered. Misao internally stared at the pieces. "Wha-what?" she whispered. Aoshi merely walked away. "No! Aoshi!" she yelled. "Please!" Aoshi did not stop.

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With a jump, Pan was awake. She had felt it, but what had happened? Misao's usually happy ki was sad and angry. Misao was never angry. Aoshi was cold and uncaring, but he was angry also. She felt around and sat up all the way when she felt Okina's ki. He was hanging on to his life by a thread. Throwing on her clothes, she raced out of her navy blue bedroom without a thought at her bed.

Soujirou's bedroom, which she had come to memorize in the past days, was quickly in sight. "Soujirou!" But he was already awake and as usual, sitting on his bed staring at the floor.  "Yes Pan?" "I have to go! Something happened and I need to help!" Soujirou's smile nearly faltered, but he said, "Help what? What happened?" Pan shook her head, and tried to destroy the gnawing feeling in her stomach.

"There was a terrible fight just now between my mentor, my sister, and Aoshi!" She refused to call him brother. He was the only one unhurt after this confusion, and it was obvious that he did it." Soujirou watched carefully. "Go now. But return as soon as you can." Pan nodded and sprinted down the hallway, out of the door.

Grinning like an idiot, her feet lifted of the ground, and she flew at top speed toward Kyoto. This will only take a few minutes, she thought smugly. Pan almost forgot what it had felt like, the air whipping through your hair, and the funny feeling in your stomach when you flipped around. Scenery blurred by, and rapidly changed. She was in the city, but still not it Kyoto. She smiled warmly when she saw the Kamiya Dojo.

Within seconds, she was back in her real home. She landed swiftly, and took off, using her propulsion to speed her up a bit. She was up the stairs in no time, and was greeted by a sight. "Misao!" Misao looked up sadly from her spot on the floor. Okina had been taken away to the hospital a few moments ago, and Pan showed up. "What happened?" Pan asked urgently. "Aoshi attacked. He never wants to see me again!" Misao sobbed.

Pan sighed. That was untrue all the way. It was a common fact to everyone that Misao loved Aoshi. But the fact the Aoshi loved her back was information that Pan gathered by herself. "Shhhh…It's okay Mi-chan. It'll be alright." She hugged her slumping body, willing all of her love to show. "But Aoshi has betrayed us. He is now not the leader of the Oniiwabanshuu. Hey! You want to be co-leaders?" Pan asked. Misao laughed through her tears. "How do you always manage to find the good things in bad things, Pan-chan?"  

Pan just held her close. "Aoshi is a fool, Misao. He loves you, and I know it. He just doesn't like to show his feelings." Misao took one last shuddering breath before she calmed down. "Pan…you are my best friend." "So are you, Misao."

And the two remained like that on the floor, for the rest of the day.

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Good? Bad? Did you know that reviewing a day keeps the doctor away? I'm sry if I have the story wrong, but I haven't seen it in a very long time. Bear with me!

Future reference:

Pan will remember Master Roshi

Pan's tail will grow back.

Kenshin will find Aoshi

and something else will happen that I won't tell.