OK, ok, I apologise I didn't give you guys a Christmas present! But please
don't hate me! I was really busy over my winter break, I was barely home!
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Kaoru checked again, and again, and again! They still didn't appear. 'It has to be here!' Kaoru impatiently thought. 'They can't just grow legs and walk away . . . or can they?' Kaoru slapped herself. She was overreacting. "Ok, Kaoru," she told herself. "Inhale (inhale) . . . exhale (exhale) . . . Now check again!" Kaoru checked again one more time. "Doggone it!" she cried. "Where is it!?" "Yo, KK," it was Sano. "WHAT!?" Kaoru snapped. "God, if I knew you were gonna be so mad, I'd just not talk to you," Sano said sarcastically. "I just came to tell you Disco Influenza's not on today. They're showing some Yoga show- wanna come see it with us?" "Who's us?" Kaoru asked. "Me and Megumi," Sano answered. Kaoru shook her head to dismiss the offer. "No thanks."
She wanted to scream loud. She pulled on her ponytail until her scalp hurt to the skull. She checked under the bed, it was totally clean and empty.
She walked in circles around the room for a long time. What happened to them? And where is the imposter? She went to ask Kiyoko.
"He left?" Kiyoko asked, puzzled. "I don't know anything about Mr. Onimachi leaving." "Thanks anyway, Kiyoko," Kaoru said, still not satisfied.
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"Well did you get anything?" Kenshin excitedly asked when Kaoru came to visit him. "No," Kaoru said. "The camera and the recorder, they weren't there; either was Shinta or his things." "He left?" Kenshin asked using the same tone Kiyoko used. "Seems like it," Kaoru said. "Do you think it was Shinta who removed the camera and the recorder?" Kenshin asked. "If it was," Kaoru began. "how could he notice them? They're so small." "He could have supernatural eyesight," Kenshin joked. "Maybe he's my clone, and besides I don't glasses like you do." Kaoru winced. "My eyesight is better than yours when I wear glasses, Two-eyes," Kaoru said.
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A man wearing a black trench coat entered the office. "Where is the girl?" the man behind the desk asked. "I couldn't get to her," the trench coat man answered. "Daisuke, do you remember why I created you?" the man behind the desk asked Daisuke. "To serve you, Mr. Ishida," Daisuke answered. "And you've given me my superior skill for a reason as well, and I used them." "You did?" Mr. Ishida asked in surprise. "Yes," Daisuke answered. "The girl had put microscopic cameras in my bedroom and I had spotted them. Then I removed them." "Good, very good," Mr. Ishida said with a satisfied smile. "Take him away." A security guard from behind stepped up and dragged Daisuke away.
"Call in my advisor," Mr. Ishida commanded the security guard. "Yes sir," he obeyed. Mr. Ishida was one of the last people you'd ever want to mess with. He was one of the richest people in all of the Eurasian area, and he had A LOT of power. He could put someone in jail just for forgetting to flush the toilet.
"You wanted me sir?" a voice asked. "Ah, Ikachi," Mr. Ishida said. "My most trusted employer. I am in desperate need of your help." When Mr. Ishida pleaded for help, he showed no kindness. He just said it and got what he wanted. "What is the matter, Mr. Ishida?" Ikachi asked. "I need another Kenshin clone," Mr. Ishida said. "The first one failed his task. Get me another Kenshin clone. . . In fact, make me a few more. Five or so." "What shall we name the second one?" Ikachi asked. "Shinta, of course," Mr. Ishida impatiently answered. "and be sure to put in all the right stories into his brain. We can't have him go around and tell something false. Understood?" "Yes, Mr. Ishida," Ikachi said and turned to leave. After Ikachi shut the door, Mr. Ishida put a piece of gum in his mouth. "Just you wait, Himura," he said. "We'll be even for sure. If killing you in a car crash doesn't work, poisoning you will."
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Kaoru checked again, and again, and again! They still didn't appear. 'It has to be here!' Kaoru impatiently thought. 'They can't just grow legs and walk away . . . or can they?' Kaoru slapped herself. She was overreacting. "Ok, Kaoru," she told herself. "Inhale (inhale) . . . exhale (exhale) . . . Now check again!" Kaoru checked again one more time. "Doggone it!" she cried. "Where is it!?" "Yo, KK," it was Sano. "WHAT!?" Kaoru snapped. "God, if I knew you were gonna be so mad, I'd just not talk to you," Sano said sarcastically. "I just came to tell you Disco Influenza's not on today. They're showing some Yoga show- wanna come see it with us?" "Who's us?" Kaoru asked. "Me and Megumi," Sano answered. Kaoru shook her head to dismiss the offer. "No thanks."
She wanted to scream loud. She pulled on her ponytail until her scalp hurt to the skull. She checked under the bed, it was totally clean and empty.
She walked in circles around the room for a long time. What happened to them? And where is the imposter? She went to ask Kiyoko.
"He left?" Kiyoko asked, puzzled. "I don't know anything about Mr. Onimachi leaving." "Thanks anyway, Kiyoko," Kaoru said, still not satisfied.
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"Well did you get anything?" Kenshin excitedly asked when Kaoru came to visit him. "No," Kaoru said. "The camera and the recorder, they weren't there; either was Shinta or his things." "He left?" Kenshin asked using the same tone Kiyoko used. "Seems like it," Kaoru said. "Do you think it was Shinta who removed the camera and the recorder?" Kenshin asked. "If it was," Kaoru began. "how could he notice them? They're so small." "He could have supernatural eyesight," Kenshin joked. "Maybe he's my clone, and besides I don't glasses like you do." Kaoru winced. "My eyesight is better than yours when I wear glasses, Two-eyes," Kaoru said.
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A man wearing a black trench coat entered the office. "Where is the girl?" the man behind the desk asked. "I couldn't get to her," the trench coat man answered. "Daisuke, do you remember why I created you?" the man behind the desk asked Daisuke. "To serve you, Mr. Ishida," Daisuke answered. "And you've given me my superior skill for a reason as well, and I used them." "You did?" Mr. Ishida asked in surprise. "Yes," Daisuke answered. "The girl had put microscopic cameras in my bedroom and I had spotted them. Then I removed them." "Good, very good," Mr. Ishida said with a satisfied smile. "Take him away." A security guard from behind stepped up and dragged Daisuke away.
"Call in my advisor," Mr. Ishida commanded the security guard. "Yes sir," he obeyed. Mr. Ishida was one of the last people you'd ever want to mess with. He was one of the richest people in all of the Eurasian area, and he had A LOT of power. He could put someone in jail just for forgetting to flush the toilet.
"You wanted me sir?" a voice asked. "Ah, Ikachi," Mr. Ishida said. "My most trusted employer. I am in desperate need of your help." When Mr. Ishida pleaded for help, he showed no kindness. He just said it and got what he wanted. "What is the matter, Mr. Ishida?" Ikachi asked. "I need another Kenshin clone," Mr. Ishida said. "The first one failed his task. Get me another Kenshin clone. . . In fact, make me a few more. Five or so." "What shall we name the second one?" Ikachi asked. "Shinta, of course," Mr. Ishida impatiently answered. "and be sure to put in all the right stories into his brain. We can't have him go around and tell something false. Understood?" "Yes, Mr. Ishida," Ikachi said and turned to leave. After Ikachi shut the door, Mr. Ishida put a piece of gum in his mouth. "Just you wait, Himura," he said. "We'll be even for sure. If killing you in a car crash doesn't work, poisoning you will."
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