Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki. I am not Nobuhiro Watsuki.

ARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! I spelled won wrong last chapter!

CURSE homographs!! . . . Or homophones . . . Or whatever. I suck at English.

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"MMmmmmmfff."

Misao groaned. She was awake, but decided not to move and to keep her eyes close. She was beginning to loath mornings. Her head was hurting like heck. She did have the strangest dream last night involving Aoshi drinking five and a half bottles of sake, though . . .

She wondered what time it was. Maybe it was too early. Maybe Hiko was still asleep.

Hiko was still asleep!?

Misao's eyes shot open and quickly sat up. She moaned softly, clutching her head.

'Stupid!' Misao thought has she mentally stabbed . . . no . . . only guys 'stab' really. Misao mentally smacked herself. She looked to the other side of the room. She saw Aoshi against the wall and Hiko with his back turned to her in his giant futon.

It was early.

She wanted to smirk, but her mouth muscles weren't really responding. She was too tired. Misao crawled over to the sleeping Hiko and moved around him to see his face. As soon as she was going to look, Hiko turned around, now facing away from Misao again. This repeated a few times before it finally smacked Misao.

"You're not asleep!" she exclaimed. Hiko got up and turned to her.

"About time. I was afraid I was really going to fall asleep if I'd keep turning like that." Hiko stood up and started folding his futon.

Misao watched him, still on her knees with her/Kenshin's blanket on her. She stuck her tongue out when he had his back turned to her. "Umm, what time is it?"

Hiko shrugged. "Doesn't feel too early. Maybe about nine or so . . ."

"NINE!?" Misao's jaw dropped. She turned her head to Aoshi. He stirred slightly at Misao's outburst, but didn't wake up. She found herself saying, "When did Aoshi-sama sleep?"

Pffft. Like when Aoshi went to sleep would affect his waking up early.

"He came back . . . I don't know. He must've been meditating (or whatever) late. I didn't see him when I slept."

Misao looked worried. "Yeah, he's done that a couple times before . . . but Aoshi-sama still got up early the next day . . ." She paused. Aoshi could've been asleep for fifteen minutes for all she knew.

Misao suddenly got an idea. If her scream didn't wake Aoshi up, then that certainly won't . . .

This time, she DID smirk. "Hey, do you have any paint?"

"I sometimes paint on the pottery, so yes. Why?"

"Do they wash off easily?"

"Not really, but- . . . NO."

"Aww . . ."

Aoshi cracked one eye open. He had a bit of a headache . . .

'Probably that stupid sake,' he told himself. Both eyes now open; he sighed as he gazed at his kodachis. Why was he sleeping with them anyway? It's not like they were comfortable or anything . . . Hiko? Maybe, maybe not. Eh, probably not.

"DON'T SPILL THE PAINT, ITACHI!!"

Then again . . .

"YOU bumped into me!"

Hmmm . . .

"No, I didn't!"

Maybe . . .

"Yes you did!"

Huh . . .

"It was an accident then!"

. . . Nah.

Aoshi opened the door. It seemed those two were closer to being friends now. They were on arguing terms.

Misao beamed. "Hello, Aoshi-sama! Good morning!"

"You didn't need to say hello and good morning," Hiko commented. Misao stuck her tongue at him again. She smiled and looked back at Aoshi.

"We're painting some of the pottery. Um, would you like to . . . join us?" Joy. Misao was back to being really shy to Aoshi. It was kind of annoying. What? Doesn't it annoy you when someone's being really shy to you? They act all scared and try to hide behind something. What have you done for them to be scared of you?

. . . Yet.

Whatever. So Aoshi had two choices. Force himself to 'paint' and make Misao happy, or be a cold, selfish jerk and make her sad.

Kuso.

"You're probably going of . . . meditating, right?" Hiko asked. DING DING DING! Saved by the Hiko.

"Aa."

Misao's smile didn't falter. "Okay, then . . . Well have fun!" Misao mentally smacked herself. Aoshi was going off meditating. Why the heck was she telling him to have fun?

Aoshi nodded and turned to leave. He inwardly shuddered. Misao was smiling a bit too much today. She was starting to remind him of Soujiro. Seta Soujiro . . . When was the last time Aoshi saw the kid? In/on Mt. Hiei, of course, but . . . Oh . . .

Flashback. Or, back of flash, which makes no sense.

Aoshi glanced down at the blueprint again, just to make sure he was going in the right direction. After his little "talk" with Saito, he decided he'd go after Kenshin. Even though Saito generally said "get the heck out of here, I'm done using you". Aoshi didn't really know WHY he was looking at the map; it was just a straight hallway. Aoshi stopped at a door. According to the blueprint . . .

Aoshi slowly pushed the door open. Soujiro was inside . . . he looked . . . tired. He was packing things into a small bag. The (ex) Tenken looked over to the source of the door creaking open.

Soujiro and Aoshi stared at each other for a long time. Soujro looked to Aoshi's torn shirt. He smiled.

"You too?" Aoshi looked down at his shirt. He already knew what Soujiro meant.

"Aa."

Another silence. Then Soujiro laughed.

"Where are you headed? To Himura-san?" he asked. Aoshi nodded. Soujiro's eyes softened for a moment. "Well, then . . . You should hurry on ahead. There's a shortcut through those doors over there . . ."

Aoshi just nodded again. Something was, different. Soujiro didn't seem the same. "What . . . happened? You seem . . . changed."

Soujiro chuckled. "As do you, Shinomori-san."

The older man couldn't help but play along. "How so?"

"You . . . You don't look like the . . . person . . . that you did before. I think it's mostly your eyes, though. Ha . . ."

". . . I should get going," Aoshi said.

"Oh! Right . . . before you leave . . . Take this. It's some medicine. It'll help stop the pain, but it can't do anything about any kind of exhaustion," Soujiro said. Aoshi took the medicine and left through the secret passage.

"Shinomori-san . . . You have someone to return to, don't you? I saw it in your eyes . . ."

By the time Aoshi finished his little flashback he realized he was already in the middle of meditation.

Reflection . . . Aoshi never used that much during meditation. They . . . weren't . . . Let's just say that those were the days Aoshi came home early. He debated whether he wanted to today. He didn't end up having much of a choice though . . .

"Come on! Hurry up and let's play together! Aoshi-sama!"

"Why . . . Aoshi-sama . . . ? Why Aoshi-sama?"

"I'm . . . I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried to help. You were right . . . I was being rash and got hurt (by Amakusa Shougo) . . ."

"Aoshi-sama, I can handle it on my own. Besides Kuro and Shiro will come with me! Those Sonata Ninjas won't know what him them!"

"What? That's not true at all! I've become an adult, haven't I?"

"I was so worried! I found you unconscious on the ground and you wouldn't wake up and – and . . ."

Aoshi slowly opened his eyes. It was sort of like waking up from dream . . . But, this time . . . it wasn't a bad one.

Weird . . .

He felt tired. Was it really that tiring to remember things?

Maybe. Usually, Aoshi would simply walk back to the Aoiya and have some tea. Well, a lot of tea, actually. But NOOOO. HERE there was no Aoiya. HERE there was no tea. HERE- Wait. Could Aoshi be sure there wasn't any tea? . . .

Pfft. That was like asking if Hiko hated sake.

Aoshi went into some shade and rested against a tree. What now? He found two pieces of paper in his pocket. Well, better than nothing.

He made a crane with the first one. The second one he began to make a flower – different from Kaoru. This one was more flattish.

Aoshi didn't make these often; so he messed up. The end result of his "flower" looked more like a deranged ninja star. Sighing, he stuffed that into his pocket. He held the crane in his hand and studied it. So much that he eventually got sick of the sight and tried not to rip the crane into pieces. For some reason, he was still sleepy. Aoshi decided that a quick nap wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Get back here, kid!"

I am running . . .

A man, obviously a samurai, closes in on me. He raises his sword high. Misao cries softly in my arms.

I am holding a weapon. A sword? A kodachi. One kodachi. I hold the sword reversed in my right arm. Misao-chan is in my left. I've seen other Oniwabanshuu members use this. An attack to kill. One cry shouts out into the night. And a scream of pain.

"KAITEN KENBU!"

My first kill.

Later, Okina and my Okashira find me. There is blood on me. However, I succeeded in covering Misao-chan from any blood. She is too young. They take me home. To the Oniwabanshuu headquarters. After I am washed, Okina and Okashira have a talk with me.

"A kodachi . . . Why didn't I think of that? We've been training him with a katana until now," Okina says.

"Yes . . . kodachi would better suit him." Makimachi-san turns to me. "Aoshi . . . chan. Would you like to be trained with two kodachi?"

I shake my head, and look at the sleeping Misao in my lap. She's so small . . .

"What if I need to hold Misao-chan again? I need one hand free . . . to protect her. As long she's with me . . . as long as I'm with her . . . I will always need a hand free. Just one kodachi . . ."

Years later. Beshimi, Hyottoko, Shikojo, and Hannya are dead. I begin my training with a second kodachi.

"Y'know, if you needed to sleep, you didn't have to come outside."

An irritating voice disturbs my rest. It's really annoying.

Aoshi opened his eyes. He saw Hiko's boots. He looked up to see his face. It was so high it pretty much eclipsed the sun.

'Must be around noon . . .'

". . ."

Hiko kept on looking at Aoshi.

"Yes?" Aoshi asked.

Hiko smirked. "That girl really can paint."

"Is that all?"

"Maybe."

"Then hurry up and choose," Aoshi said gruffly. He stood and walked to another tree.

"What? Did I disturb a good dream?" Hiko asked. Aoshi stopped.

'Not at all,' Aoshi thought. "Maybe." Take THAT, you hag!

Hiko sighed. "Look. The itachi just wanted to know if you were sure you didn't want to help paint."

". . . I . . . don't know how."

"Never painted before? Rather deprived as a child, weren't you?" Hiko inquired.

". . ."

"That brings up a question," Hiko said. "What did you do for fun as a kid?"

Aoshi wasn't going to let this bother him. "I was raised in the Onwabanshuu. I trained. There wasn't any time for fun."

"Really? I'm not going to believe it. Not even you would be so cold hearted to not let a child play once in there life. There must have been a time where someone did that for you," Hiko said.

". . ."

"N-Nenji-san? What kind of mission is this?" Aoshi was eight. Okina had just handed him some money. He laughed.

"Aoshi-chan. This isn't a mission. It's money."

"I can see that, sir . . . But what do you want me to do with it?" Aoshi asked. Okina laughed again.

"Go into town and buy something."

"What should I get, sir?"

"Whatever you'd like. Have fun."

"Uh . . ."

"Go on!"

So Aoshi wandered the streets, looking at some things as he passed by. He bought some fruit, figuring he'd be here for a while.

"Stand aside!"

"Quick! Get off the road!"

A group of warriors walked by; they were all dressed in blue. Aoshi had to admit, they looked impressive. That's when he noticed a young boy, dressed in the same blue, walking alongside one of the leaders. He was no older that 16, but he looked sort of scary and had amber eyes. The boy caught Aoshi staring at him and gave him a good, long, glare. Aoshi shrank back and the older boy smirked in triumph. The man the teen was walking beside noticed this and hit the boy upside the head.

Aoshi sniggered. The group of samurai left and the people resumed to their activities. No one bothered to pay attention to the eight year old eating fruit with a handful of money. Aoshi walked around more until he came across a man selling futons. He had a relatively large warehouse. Then Aoshi saw a large, muscular man, holding the hand of a young, red headed 10 year old boy.

Aoshi's head tilted as he saw the item the boy carried. He continued watching as the man told the boy to stay here, and went inside the store. The boy obediently sat down and wound the toy in some string. Then, he pulled on the string as the wooden figure began spinning around. When the toy lost its momentum and fell over, the boy started to rewind it.

Aoshi walked over to the older boy and crouched down next to him. "What are you doing?"

The red head looked at Aoshi. "I'm playing with my top."

At top. So that's what it's called. The boy pulled on the string again.

"That's really cool," Aoshi said. The boy nodded.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Aoshi wasn't sure whether it'd be safe to tell him or not. Eh, why not. "Shinomori Aoshi."

The boy beamed. "You have a cool name!"

Aoshi was silent for a moment by this "complement". "And what's yours?"

"Kenshin. No wait . . . Shinta. No, Kenshin . . . Um . . ."

Aoshi decided to intervene before Kenshin/Shinta hurt himself. "Where can I get one of those?" Aoshi asked, pointing to Kenshin/Shinta's top. Kenshin/Shinta shrugged.

"I don't know. I've always had this . . ." (correct me if I'm wrong. I think maybe one of those ladies gave it to him. I'm really not sure)

Aoshi sighed. "Oh."

Just then, the big, muscular man came back out of the store holding a futon in his arm. "Kenshin! Let's go. And don't be wetting anything anytime soon."

Kenshin nodded. "Gomen nasai, shishou . . ."

Then nodded, and looked at Aoshi. "What are you looking at?"

Aoshi inwardly scowled. What a jerk.

Kenshin's shishou led him away. Kenshin tugged on the man's cloak. "Shishou, he's my friend!"

"He was probably trying to steal from you."

"But what about all that money he had, shishou?"

"He probably stole it."

"But what about his clothes? He had nice clothes."

"He probably stole those, too."

'Jerk,' Aoshi thought. He hoped he'd never run into him again.

Unless of course, OTHER Oniwabanshuu members were with him . . .

Later on, Aoshi looked around stores for a top like the one Kenshin had. None of them seemed to have it. Aoshi was still looking around when it began raining. He bought and umbrella and some small, square, colored paper.

When Aoshi finally returned, Okina sighed. Aoshi came back with some fruit and an umbrella.

"Hm? What's this?" Okina looked at the multicolored paper with interest.

"A woman at the store showed me how to fold paper to make things," Aoshi said. He took a green paper and made a crane with it. It was uneven and a little crumpled. Okina laughed.

"That's very good, Aoshi-chan."

"We didn't have time for things like that," Aoshi lied.

"Really?" Hiko asked. "Then what about the itachi? It seems to me that you played with her."

"It was because we were all told to take care of her by our previous Okashira, before he died."

"What did he mean by 'take care'? She was of the Oniwaban. Why wasn't she trained hard and vigorously like the other girls? Surely the Okashira's daughter would be trained harder than usual . . . But instead, she was raised away from bloody warfare. Why was that, Shinomori?" Hiko asked again.

". . ."

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Misao sighed. She was thinking about the time Aoshi gave her that paper balloon. (coughBEACHBALLcough)

"Aoshi-sama's back! Did you get anything for me, Aoshi-sama?"

"Misao! Please . . ."

"It's all right, Okina. In fact, I did . . ."

"Yay! What did Aoshi-sama get for me?"

"Here . . ."

"Ball! It's a paper ball! Thank you, Aoshi-sama!"

Okina sighed. He went back inside. Aoshi sat on a nearby . . . rock and watched Misao play. She was laughing and having so much fun . . .

Misao was now repeatedly hitting the ball, trying to keep it front hitting the ground. She hit the ball but it was out of her reach.

"No, no!" Misao cried as the ball almost hit the ground. It stopped, centimeters away from hitting the ground. "Huh?"

Aoshi raised the balloon up to Misao. She placed her hands on the ball.

"Thank you, Aoshi-sama." Misao looked up to Aoshi. His eyes were . . . happy. Sometimes, gazing into them, Misao could see how Aoshi was truly feeling. This time . . . This time, Aoshi's eyes were smiling.

Aoshi himself, though, was a completely different story. Misao's smile faltered slightly.

'Why won't Aoshi-sama smile?' she thought. Aoshi looked at her surprised.

Misao gasped. 'Did I say that out loud?'

The two stared at each other for a long time.

"Okashira. Okina requests your presence, sir," said a messenger.

". . . Tell him I'm on my way."

"Yes sir."

Aoshi got up and followed the messenger inside. Misao stood there, watching the door. She was crying, laughing, and dying of embarrassment all at the same time.

Misao snapped out of her daydream and looked down at the vase she was painting. Her eyes bulged as she saw what she did.

A colorful ball was painted on it.

Crap. Now what?

She looked around to see where Hiko was. Maybe she should hide it. No, that never helps in the long run. Better to confess it right now. He went . . . this way, right?

Misao hurried in to the forest with the vase. She walked around until she heard voices.

"I'm not leaving until I get an answer. Not saying anything isn't going to help you. You have no idea how patient I am."

There was a pause.

"Fine then. I'll just watch you until you slowly crack. Would you like that?"

Another pause.

"Shut up."

She heard . . . metal clash!?

Misao's eyes widened. Those voices were Hiko's and Aoshi's. And now it seemed as if they had started to -- Misao hurried to the source of the sounds, but they seemed to come from everywhere.

'Curse echoes!' she thought. She forced herself to listen as more metal clashes could be heard.

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Hiko defended himself against another onslaught of slashes. Aoshi was going all out offensive. Even Hiko almost was caught off guard a few times. He was just waiting for an opening . . . There! Aoshi thrust with his left kodachi. Hiko sidestepped (blocked Aoshi's right kodachi,) and kneed Aoshi in the stomach. Hard.

"You were so intent on killing me that your offence outweighed you defence. Your thrust was off balance, making it easy to counter," Hiko said. Aoshi fell to his knees, his left hand was holding him up and his right was holding his midsection.

He glared at Hiko, rising back up. How badly he wanted to pierce through his heart . . .

Aoshi was so angry the thought of calming down didn't even cross his mind. If it DID Aoshi probably would have beaten the crap out of it.

He hadn't felt rage like this since . . .

"A-Aoshi . . . s-sama . . . ?"

Hiko and Aoshi both turned to Misao. Broken pieces of pottery laid at her feet. She was staring at Aoshi in fear.

"Misao . . . ?" Aoshi called. Misao blinked and looked down.

"It – it's nothing . . ."

And so the day passed. Misao went back to painting, Aoshi went back to meditating, and Hiko left both of them alone.

Aoshi couldn't help but wonder why Misao looked so frightened . . . She was gazing into his eyes with fear and . . . reminiscence . . .

But it still didn't make any . . . Kami-sama . . . Did she see . . . ? Could it have been . . . his eyes . . .?

'No . . . That's passed now . . .' Aoshi told himself firmly. 'That whole shura thing is over.'

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Well, that's chapter 6, day 5.

This will be known as either: THE Flashback chapter.

OR

The chapter where Aoshi finally tells Hiko to shut his yap . . . 5 chapters late.

Sorry this chapter wasn't as funny. It even bothered me on how angsty it was . . .

Thoughts on Samurai X: The Motion Picture, or as others like to call it, the Rurouni Kenshin movie:

(Note that these thoughts are for the ENGLISH version)

Aoshi wasn't in it!!

Well, neither was Misao.

Or Megumi.

Kenshin didn't really go oro too much (at all)

Kenshin doesn't go "that I do"

Kenshin called Kaoru, well, Kaoru!

Kenshin KNOWS and kind of uses the Amakakeru Ryuu no Hirameki, but still goes Battousai on some dude.

The voices are the ones used in the Samurai X stuffs, not in the TV show, which got annoying.

When Saito smokes in the movie, they don't make him look as cool. (like when he blows out smoke, in the movie it's all puffy like, in the TV show he blows the smoke out of the side of his mouth, all cool looking)

Kenshin yells all of the attacks in English, not Japenese.

Saito says his code is "Destroy Evil" not "Aku Soku Zan" (they ALMOST mean the same thing, but it was still annoying)

Kenshin does the Ryutsuisen differently. (aka WRONG)

I think this is the only positive one; you get to see Saito killing people!

I forget what her name was, but that lady's eyes and hairstyle (basically, the whole face) drove me nuts.

And that's about it. After I forced myself to watch it in English, I watched it again in Japanese, thus enjoying the movie a lot more.

Also, a little poll thing for you . . . You don't have to answer or anything. It's kind of a joke . . . sort of . . .

Your opinion on meditating is . . .

HOW THE HECK DO YOU SIT LIKE THAT FOR THAT LONG!?

What if you have to go to the bathroom?

Oro . . . Last time sessha tried that sessha's muscles got very stiff, de gozaru.

Well, I think it's sort of weird. Although, I guess I can understand why people like Aoshi do it . . .

It's a waste of time.

It gives you time to think. It can also be quite relaxing at times, too.

Maybe if I had a CD player with me . . .

Medi-what?

Certainly isn't exercise. Sitting in the same position that long can't be too healthy . . .

Your opinion on Aoshi . . .

I never really understood him . . .

He has the looks, but he should start smirking or something. If he had Saitos' smirks . . .

Pffft. Kenshin's better.

::squeals:: I LOVE HIM!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAYYYY AOSHI!!!!!!!

He got really wimpy after his fight with Kenshin and Shishio. In the anime you don't see him fight anymore . . .

Once a boy . . . then a leader . . . then followed the path of a shura . . . Now seeking a road to redemption . . .

That gloomy ice block?

Who?

Eh, he's okay.

Your opinion on Misao . . .

An itach musume who should learn to shut up.

A bit childish . . . but she desperately wants to become an adult for Aoshi. Honestly, I'm not sure what she sees in him.

She's . . . well . . . I'm waiting for the right time to tell her that I . . . ::quietly:: . . . love her.

She's got spunk.

Well, first, we have to look at her childhood. Misao has no known siblings, and it seems her grandfather, the previous Okashira, died when she was young, so . . .

She really does love Aoshi, de gozaru.

She's . . . fun to be around. (guess which game this quote is from)

She probably can cook better than Kaoru. She does live at a restaurant/inn, after all.

Who's Misao?

And now Hiko . . .

Give me people I KNOW, darn it!

HIKO-SAMAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He's oooooooooollllld.

Beef cake.

The thirteenth master of the Hiten Mitsurugi school, Hiko Seijurou. He's sneaky, tactless, and antisocial. For someone who knows my past, he's a thousand times worse than Saito, de gozaru.

He doesn't LOOK 43 . . .

There's a reason he didn't fight Shishio, you know. Hiko would beat him up.

He's so badass.

I wonder what he looked like when he was young . . .

What's your favorite color?

I'm NOT going to answer that (again)!!!

PINK!!

Is black a color?

I like them all.

What does that have to do with anything?

If you were invited to a picnic, what would you say?

I don't think anyone would want to invite me.

Sure!

Of course sessha will come, de gozaru!

. . . Is Misao coming? (There's going to be tea, right?)

Free food? Heck yeah!

Nope. Don't want to.

I'd get dragged even if I didn't want to come.

It depends . . . Who exactly is going to be there?

What's this, "picnic" you speak of?

Let's say you're on a boating trip. Someone (it doesn't matter who) falls overboard. What do you do?

I go: "Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh . . ."

I jump in after them!

I ask if they can swim. That's all, really.

I throw a lifesaver to them. Then I watch as they ride the lifesaver the rest of way.

I laugh at them.

I don't think I'd be invited to a boating trip, either . . .

Who cares?

I run and get help, leaving the person in the water.

I just watch; someone else will probably help.

What do you think of tea?

It's a soothing drink, de gozaru.

Ewwwwww . . .

It tastes nice. It also helps calm the soul . . .

THE SAKE WILL DESTROY THEE!!!!!!

I have it sometimes; not often, though.

Tea? What's tea?

You mean Tea from Yu-Gi-Oh?

::whacks number 7::

Isn't that for people on diets?

::whacks number 9::

Both 8 and 10.

What about sake?

GOD created this drink!

It doesn't taste good, and it isn't good for the body. Why would people drink it?

I have no tolerance. I can't drink.

Eh . . . I'm too young.

My shishou taught sessha how to chug, de gozaru!

Err . . . I like beer?

Even if I WAS old enough, I'd still stick to soda.

I drink it on special occasions.

It needs SALT!!!!!! ::people give me odd looks::

How about something random . . . I like eggs!

That's . . . nice.

Yeah, you do.

Who cares?

Me too!

Loser.

What kind of eggs?

Cool.

Who are you and what are you doing in my life?

Right, so . . . What would happen if you were locked in a room with . . . say . . . Aoshi?

. . . What do you mean by that?

Pfft. It wouldn't be any different from being locked in a room alone.

I'd either go crazy or I'd die trying to break down the wall.

It's a dream come true!

WHO IS AOSHI!?

I'd kill him!

I know where 7 lives!

They'll never catch me alive!

What'd I do?

If you could say one thing to Himura Kenshin, himself, what would it be? Or what would most likely come from you?

Oro yourself!

What are you doing? (referring to laundry)

Kenshin-sama!!!

Whoah . . . You DO look like a girl . . .

DIE BATTOUSAI!!

Hey you! Edict-breaker! X-scar! Girly-man!

Oh great Rurouni! Teach me the way of The Laundry!

Can I have your autograph!?

Do YOU like eggs?

This is the last question.

Aa.

I can see that.

I hate it when people do that . . .

You only made this to take up space.

Uh-huh.

Where's my fifty!?

That's nice.

I don't care.

BORING!!!