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Disclaimer: If I owned Tenchu, Kurenai would be in the US and I would be playing it right now. And if I owned Aleve, I would have use have its products by now.

Warning: Onikage is very OOC here so don't whine about it in your review...PLEASE REVIEW!!!

Chapter 2: Onikage

I walked out of my psychology class exhausted and freezing. Our school really had to get an new heating system. Fortunately I had an hour break and I intended to get some hot chocolate before I settled to the meeting area so I could see Onikage.

Onikage was...interesting when he had called me to make an appointment. Apparently he had followed Rikimaru to my house and had made the mistake of trying to break into my room...

While I was getting ready for school.

So to make a long story short; 5 minutes, my mom asking what was going on, and the usage of my knife colletion at a weapon later. We set an appointment during my hour break in the blue lounge thingy.

I made the long, cold, dangerous trek to the college center across the street from the academic complex and into the lounge with many couches and comfy chairs. And dumped my backpack near one of the couches. Onikage came into the room a few minutes later with a few bandages on his arms and face where I had sliced him at. He sat shirtless across from me while I laid on the couch with my notebook in hand. We sat in scilence for a few seconds. Unfortunately for him, I was cold, tired, frazzled, and still pissed about earlier.

"Well? I hope you didn't break into my room and make and appointment just to stare at me," I growled. He winced, and all his fangirls beat me up.

"Did I apologize for this morning?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. So what was it you wanted to talk about?"

"...I have a blood obsession!" He wailed. I raised an eyebrow and sipped my hot chocolate. Ah, the sweet, sweet warmth.

"I gathered that. But the fact that you actually admit it helps. So what do you wish to do after you recover from your blood addiction?" I asked, sipping my chocolate.

"I want...to be an actor." He said dreamy eyed. I choked on my drink and nearly sprayed it on him.

"What?" I rasped.

"An actor. A Shakespear of action and comedy! Like...Bruce Lee; I wish to use my martial arts skill to entertain the masses!" He said in a distrubing way and did a nice guy pose (thumbs up and crappy red and yellow anime stripes in the back ground).

I gawked and nearly dropped my hot chocolate on the blue rug of the lounge. This was a very... no there were no words to describe this nutcase.

"Um...I say you start small and if you get the urge...err take a shower, eat ketchup, or play a game. That's all I can think of for now for the blood cravings. If that doesn't work, call me. But set up an appointment with me sometime in the near future so we can talk more ok? You have my number right?" I asked. He then nodded like an enthusiastic 3 year-old before jumping out of one of the windows yelling,

"Ja!"(Bye, informal)

I took out an Aleve and swallowed that with my now cold chocolate before heading out into the 32 degree weather to go to my French class.

'Well,' I thought, 'ya can't save 'em all."