Note from author: I didn't think I would be making another chapter so soon, but when you're on a roll, you keep on rolling. I figure since I won't be back for a while, you might as well get a taste of dinner. So here's chapter 3! (Had to do a bit of reviving.....)

I sat at the dojo in complete silence. Hungry silence. All of its occupants were busy cleaning, or cooking, or in Kenshin's case, doing the laundry. The only person not helping was Sagara. He basically just sat there, chewing his fish bone, and criticizing the young one about cleaning floors. "Well I don't see you doing anything," Yahiko said. Sagara really was a freeloader. They argued a while, and I grew bored. My stomach growled, but dinner was not yet ready.

"Mr. Sagara," I said, "this would be the perfect time to look at the crime scene," it would keep me occupied so I wouldn't have to think about food.

"You mean my sake stash?"

I sighed. "Yes Mr. Sagara, your 'sake stash'."

"Well, it's gone. That's why I hired you." Again, I almost fell to the ground.

"SAGARA! SHOW ME WHERE IT USED TO BE!" Everything was silent after my sudden outburst. I think I heard an "oro," whatever that means. Kenshin looked up from his laundry, "Are you alright Miss Zi?" He called me Miss Zi?

"Oh, everything is just peachy," I said, dragging Sagara behind a tree. "Now where was your sake before it was stolen?"

"It was," he began, "buried behind this tree." That was a start. I examined the tree. If I hadn't dragged Sagara behind it, all the evidence wouldn't have been destroyed. "Oh well," I thought, "Not like this is serious." I examined the spot where someone had obviously been digging. There were piles of dirt clogs in places, but that could have been Sagara's doing. I looked for any strange markings on the tree. None. There were some strange markings in the ground. "Probably from where I've dragged Sagara," I thought, dismissing any questions in my mind. I was about to dig up Sagara's "sake stash" when Kaoru called us in for dinner. "This will have to wait." I said to Sagara, "I am hungry."

I followed Sagara into a room with a table, and sat down. Sagara was right. I would just as soon eat a cat, than let it eat her food. I was too hungry to care though. So I held my nose, and shoved the food down my throat. I could tell everyone was looking at me. They quit eating to stare. "See," Kaoru said, "someone likes my food."

"She only likes it because she's starving," said the wise Yahiko.

"You shouldn't say that to the Assistant Master of the Kamiya Kasshin Style, and your sensei, little Yahiko."

"I'M NOT LITTLE!" I made a mental note; "little Yahiko does not like being called 'little'." I didn't want him coming after me with that wooden stick again.

"I like your cooking Miss Kaoru, that I do," said Kenshin. They laughed at this. I don't see how anyone but a starving person could like her cooking.

"So you are the sensei," I said, "I was thinking it was Kenshin."

"No, I am the sensei," said Kaoru.

"I only thought it was you," I said to Kenshin between bites, "Because you carry a sword. Excuse me for asking, but why carry one if it's illegal?" He unsheathed it to let me see. I was frightened at first, but then he urged me to examine it. It was a rather awkward sword. "The blade is on the wrong side?" I said. This was quite unexpected.

"That it is. You could kill no one with this blade," he said, "but the shotgun in your coat is another matter."

Note from author: The plot thickens!