Attention, all those of you who have been reading my fic!
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(Including the miniscule amount of you that have been reviewing it...but I digress...)
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I now have the honor of presenting to you... (insert drumroll here)...THE FINAL CHAPTER!
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Yayy! Or not. Whatever - just enjoy the end of my fic already!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin
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Claimer: I own Sakura Dancers, Kutaboro Group, the dancing Sword style (am too lazy to think of a name for it) and other wonderful madeupables!
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Kenshin Himura was seeing stars.

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As soon as the hilt had hit him, flashing lights had started appearing in Kenshin's vision. Now his eyes were starting to really ache, almost as much as they had when he'd first discovered their impairment.

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…Well, that was weird…for a second Kenshin could have sworn that everything had briefly into focus again…and then his vision did it again, but for a bit longer this time…and then it came into focus and stayed in focus.

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He sat up, surrounded by worried friends, and blinked.

"Kenshin?" Kaoru asked, "Are…Are you okay?"

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"…I can...see…"

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Kenshin's voice was very quiet. He half-expected that saying it would undo whatever had fixed his eyes. But they were fine.

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"Your eyes are all better?! Oh Kenshin, I'm so happy for you!" Kaoru squealed, springing onto the rurouni with a death-grip/hug.

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"Oro!" he squeaked as he temporarily lost the ability to breathe.

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"What do you know, all we needed to do to fix Kenshin's eyes was to hit him in the face with a sword," Yahiko said.

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"Hey Kenshin, if your eyes need anymore adjustment," Sano said with a grin, "I'll be more than happy to help ya…"

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"No…thank…you," Kenshin wheezed around Kaoru's hug of suffocation.

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"What a busy night for you all," Dr. Genzai said as he finished examining Kenshin the next day, "All that noise, fighting a criminal organization…but the good news is that your eyes are now completely healthy, Kenshin. Whatever was knocked out of place is now back where it belongs."

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"Yeah, and the Kutaboro Group's all been arrested," Sano said, watching the whole procedure, "Including that crazy whacked-out leader of theirs. That sounds like a perfect reason to go out and celebrate! Hey Kenshin, feel up to a little bit of gambling?"

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"Gambling was outlawed by the Meiji government years ago, that it was Sanosuke," Kenshin replied, but the ex-fighter-for-hire was not deterred by this information.

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Protesting - although not really very much - Kenshin was pulled out to the dojo gate by Sano, who was eager to start (hopefully) winning lots of cash. But in front of the gate was a familiar donkey cart, filled with familiar faces.

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"Well, we're moving on," Nadeshiko said to them, "We already said goodbye to Kaoru-chan and Cute Little Yahiko, so sayonara Mister Sanosuke and Mister Kenshin!"

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"You're leaving already?" Sano asked.

"Kaze's finally going to introduce us to her grandmamma," Utsuki said, cheerfully oblivious to Kaze's presence less than two feet away, "We're all hoping to learn a few new dance moves!"

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"I have to tell Grandmother about Father," Kaze explained, which happened to be the most outgoing thing they had heard from her since the day they'd met the Sakura Dancers.

"Well…see ya when we see ya, I guess," Sano said, and the two of them watched as the donkey-cart began rolling away.

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It hadn't gotten too far when Utsuki's voice rang out.

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"SPIDER! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

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The donkeys bolted, and the screaming donkey-cart faded into the distance on the very same road from whence it had came. Kenshin and Sanosuke both blinked and then sighed, before turning and continuing on their way to the Ruffian Row for some quality time with Sano's gambling buddies.
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(DA END, YA'LL!)