Disclaimer: I don't own RK!

Sorry for the late update! But  I just posted a new story. I know I'm supposed to be working on the other stories that I have, but I can't let someone find out about stories that seem interesting and snatch it away from my grasp and make it their own story!!! *takes deep breath* Sorry! Here's another chapter of Girl Assassin!!

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Recap of last chapter:

Kaoru was completely shocked. All of the color drained from her face as she saw her friend standing right there. "Mmm..Misao?" she asked.

            "Yes it's me!"

            "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!" Kaoru screamed.

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Chapter Eleven

Kaoru's First Fight and Knowledge of the Hiten Mitsurugi

"Hello Kaoru! How are you doing?" Misao asked.

'Don't you start talking to me like that Misao!' Kaoru thought as her color returned to her face. All Kaoru did was glare until the younger girl was being towered over. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HOW I AM DOING?!!" Kaoru screamed again.

"Well, you see. We wanted to save you so we followed you here!" Misao stated. Both Kaoru and Misao had no idea that Soujiro was still watching.

'Is this Aoshi's girl? She looks like a weasel!' he thought. Then Soujiro decided to break up the fight. "Girls please stop! You're hurting my ears-" He was interrupted.

"OH please! Your ears look fine!" Misao said wanting nothing more than getting away from her crazy 'friend' that was rampaging like a mad bull.

While Kaoru was yelling, Soujiro was complaining (you don't see that very much do you?), and Misao was trying to tell Soujiro that he was fine, a man came up and said, "SHUT UP you three! There are hitokiri's sleeping here and you don't want to upset them do you? For they'll surely slice your heads off" the man said. But he didn't notice Soujiro until now. "I didn't mean you Soujiro! I meant those two! I'm sorry for mistaking you for a little boy!" the man bowed respectfully.

"That's okay Dominic. It's very rare that people find out that I'm a 23 yr. Old person without mistaking me for a boy at first. So it's okay." Soujiro said smiling.

"Oh. Okay. But I'm also here to announce that Kaoru has fifteen meetings to go through. All of them have to do with the involvement of being a new member." Dominic said.

Soujiro smiled and nodded to Dominic. "Thank you Dominic for telling us! You may go now." Soujiro kindly said as Dominic hurriedly left the hallway.

Kaoru nearly fainted. FIFTEEN MEETINGS! 'I don't think I can handle fifteen meetings today.' She thought. "Does that mean I have to sign different fifteen different papers just so that I could join?" she asked Soujiro.

"Well, there's an easier way."

"Well what is it?" she asked patiently.

"You'll have to fight one of our hitokiris." Soujiro stated. "That's how I got in. I had to kill one of the hitokiris so that I could take his place and get a higher rank with more respect. That's why Dominic bowed to me like that. It's because I'm on a higher rank than him." Soujiro explained.

"Oh." She said. "So who will I have to fight?"

"Oh. Anyone that your Uncle decides that he doesn't like anymore."

"Okay! Let's go to my Uncle Shishio." Kaoru stated and started walking away completely forgetting the argument that she had with Misao. Soujiro followed.

Misao just stared at the backs of the two people before going back inside her room.

Dark Room

"Uncle?"

"Yes Kaoru?"

"Did you know that I'm supposed to have fifteen meetings all about one thing? Being a new member?" she stated with her hands on her hips.

"Yes why?"

"Can I battle someone instead?" she pleaded.

"No."

"Please?"

"No"

"Please?!" this time she said with a little more emphasis.

"No."

"I'll tell you who I like!" she offered hoping that her uncle would take the bait like a stupid fish. Of course Shishio wasn't stupid like a stupid fish (DIE STUPID FISH!!!! *hits fish with an arrow*. DIE DIE DIE!!!!! *rips fishes flesh and starts eating.* What? I got hungry!!!).

"NO."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I don't want you to get hurt."

"Then put me up against someone that isn't so strong!" she pleaded.

Shishio thought about this for a moment. "Okay. But then you'll have to rank yourself up to a position that you think is suitable for you." He said as he told Soujiro to get one of his army men.

Then a man in his thirties entered the room. He had brown hair and light blue eyes. He bowed to Shishio. "Yes Master Shishio?" he asked.

Shishio glared at him. "I want you to battle my niece. She wants to become part of the group so I want you to battle her." Shishio informed.

The man's name was George Igurashi. George bowed again before grabbing the hilt of his sword and facing Kaoru.

"Uhuhuh! You know the rules George! You have to fight in the dojo!" Soujiro said.

"Oh yeah!" he said and walked towards the dojo. There he stood in the middle and waited for Kaoru.

Kaoru turned to her uncle. "Do I have to dress into something or stay like this?" she asked looking down at her kimono.

"I suppose you'll have to change into one of those fighting yukata's." Shishio said and walked into the dojo and sat down on a pillow and waited as well.

Kaoru walked to her room with Soujiro still following her. She reached her door and went inside leaving Soujiro outside. Kaoru quickly changed and tied her hair into a low ponytail and put the hair inside her yukata in the back. She looked really different. More like a guy different. She went outside and walked back to the dojo with Soujiro following her.

Soujiro didn't even recognize her until he saw the two blue eyes and the female curves she had. He also noticed the legs. 'Better not go any farther baka! You'll be considered as a hentai for the rest of your life.' His inner voice stated. Then he cleared his thought and focused on going to the dojo.

When Kaoru got back to the dojo, there were already a lot of hitokiris sitting on pillows as well. 'Why! There are at least more than one hundred of them here!' she thought as she gave up counting. But that wasn't going to get into the way. She is going to make it into the group and win this match. She then started looking for her uncle. She spotted him not far away sitting down drinking a cup of sake. She smiled and he smiled back.

Kaoru noticed that she didn't have a sword. So she walked up to her uncle, ignoring the wolf whistles she was getting, and asked for a katana. Her uncle pointed to the rack of weapons at the far corner of the dojo. Kaoru quickly thanked him and grabbed a very sharp katana. She didn't have a sword because her uncle took it away from her when she came here.

Kaoru unsheathed the sword, dropped the sheath, and walked to the middle of the dojo. When she took her stance everyone in the dojo gasped, except for her of course. Everyone had seen that stance before. It was a stance they knew all too well. The Hiten Mitsurugi. Only one person could've learned and perfected that stance. Only one. The Battousai.

George gasped. This was great. He didn't know he would be fighting someone who knew the Hiten Mitsurugi style. If he had known, then he would've just given up his position right on the spot. But now he had to face death for he cannot back down on a fight. Even though he wanted to, he couldn't. It was their motto.

"No giving up! Giving up is for losers!" was the motto.

Kaoru looked at the man with kind eyes before those same eyes turned into slits it also turned into a  lighter shade of blue that seemed to hold no emotion. Like baby blue. She looked at her opponent with her slitted eyes and glared him down. She stood ready with her katana and waited for her opponent to get ready. When he was ready, she charge at an amazing speed that made her low ponytail come out of its hiding place which also made her ribbon come flying out and letting her dark tresses, that was knee length (I made it that long!), surround her in a sea of blackness. When she was close enough she jumped up, twirled in the air,  and swept down like an eagle while she had her sword in front of her. She was aiming for his heart.

And she succeeded.

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Not much of a cliffhanger! But just enough! Review please!!!

BlackFrost