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Mr. Kenshin was doing laundry. Was that the girly man's job or something? Laundry. It fitted him. Karou must have been a pretty forceful person, but then again, she could never EVER get Sagara to do anything. He is such a freeloader. This Kenshin was deceptive, so I would have to be careful if I planned to question him with out being found out. He had found my gun after all. "If he is psychic," I thought to myself, "I may be in trouble." I cautiously approached the redheaded girly man from behind. (I enjoy calling him a girly man. Can you tell?) He smiled and hummed to himself. "Hello Miss Zakiro," he said to me happily, "Why are you here?" He did it again, that deceptiveness of his had come back to haunt me. How had he known I was behind him? I didn't worry myself about it. I merely figured that was just "his way."

"Kenshin, Sir," I said in a scared little voice, not because I was scared, but because it might throw him off, "I was wondering if perhaps I could help you with the laundry. Please?"

"You may help me Miss Zakiro, that you may." He smiled obnoxiously.

"Do you have to call me Miss?" I said. I hated it when he called me "miss" there was really no reason why. It was just annoying.

"I'm sorry Miss Zakiro, that I am."

"NOT MISS ZAKIRO! Zi. Just Zi.

"Sorry Miss Zak—I mean Just Zi." It was a hopeless case. I sighed. Must he be so polite? And what was with the "that I am" stuff? I felt like punching him, but that would have blown my cover. Least I thought it would have.

I sat down with Kenshin to fold laundry as he took them down. "Kenshin," I said trying to be as polite as I could muster. "I was wondering," I smiled through a falsely kind grin, "How long have you known Saga—I mean Sanosuke?"

"I have known him a while now, that I have." He smiled and passed me a kimono to fold.

"Well that's nice! You wouldn't take anything from him by any chance would you?"

"That I wouldn't, Miss Zi." He was very informative.

"Okay—do you have any alcoholic friends? I mean besides Sano?"

"What sort of question is that Miss Zi?" Darn. I was being to straight forward. "Well I suppose," he started, "Master is a bit of a drunk, that he is." Master?

"What is this master of whom you speak?" I asked innocently. I was wondering if he was in some sort of a cult.

"Master Hiko taught me swordsmanship," he said smiling annoyingly again.

"Where can I find this Hiko?"

"You sure do ask a lot of questions Miss Zi, that you do." Whoops, too straightforward again. "Very strange questions too."

"Well, uhhhhh. You see, I—"I scratched my head, "errrrr..."

"It doesn't matter Miss Zi," he said braking in on my stuttering, "that it doesn't."

Then we heard a door slam. "KENSHIN!" said a shrill voice belonging to Karou, "KENSHIN HIMURA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE WITH HER!" She pointed at me. Her? She was referring to me?

"Oro?" said a confused Kenshin.

"Don't you oro me!"

"What does 'oro' mean?" I asked, confused.

"STAY OUT OF THIS!" screamed Karou. She continued yelling at Kenshin. She must have been the jealous type or something. I have no idea why she would be jealous of me. That Kenshin guy was just too—"happy" for my likings. While she was yelling at Himura, I decided to sneak away. I did not wish to be caught in the crossfire. I would go to Sagara again. Maybe he could tell me where this "Hiko" was.