Okay, first of all, this is only for Kean take no offense if you are not Kean.: Kiss my ss. I have a compaq presario 433 with no disk drive, only floppy, i had to install the damn floppy drive myself. I don't have spellcheck. I have windows 3.1 for christs sake. So if you want to bitch about how i spell the names in MY fics, i suggest you go out and get me a new computer. Otherwise, i will spell them how i have spelled them for a long while. i got bitched at because i spelled it Kaoru, and now i'm being bitched at because i spell it Kaouru, so if you want to bitch, bitch to your diary, bitch to whoever you wish, but i'll spell it my way. I'm getting sick of your complaining and wining about how I spell my favorite character's name. so i'm saying it now in the words of happy gilmore: KISS MY ASS, ASSHOLE!

Now, i'm sorry for blowing up, it's just that i get sick and tired of people bitching because i don't spell every little word correctly, or how they want it. I don't bitch about that, so why should they? We are not on a literacy site here, folks. This is a place for people to write and read other peoples stuff. if i wanted people to gripe about my spelling, i would take it to my scribes teacher.

Sorry bout the mixup, here's your chapter.

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He turned, the knife gleaming white in the dull shadows.

He cut into the stitches, past the delicate and complicated surgical work done by many professional hands.

He inserted the capsule contraption and quickly closed the wound, grinning as ever.

"you, my dear, belong to me." he said, his cracked lips near her small, unlistening ear.

She moaned as the morphene wore off, she had a high resistance to drugs, he guessed.

He left her, topless, lying under the surgical light in the cold, empty, hopeless room.

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"Kenshin Himura and Sanouske Sagara, bounty hunters. Himura's code name is unknown. Sagara's code name is Zanza, The only one that has ever mastered the use of the Zan-batou. This is all the information we have on the suspects, captain." Tsuya said, handing him the two files.

"Damnit! What the hell is this! We can't even accomplish getting a home address on two people? We're supposed to be the most powerful police force in the system!" Captain Jiro growled out, slamming one ham sized fist onto the hard wood desk.

"Calm down, Jiro." Came a dark voice from the doorway.

"Enishi! Quit sneaking around! What do you mean calm down!" Jiro stammered.

"It will be fine. I have my best men on the case as we speak. Himura and Sagara are mine, sir. I will dispose of them promptly." He said, brushing one blonde lock behind his ear.

"As you wish, enishi. But be careful." Jiro said, closing his eyes.

"Soujiro, come." The voice commanded.

"Enishi, sir?" Soujiro asked, the permanant slight smile on his lips growing wider.

"I have a job for you, my friend."

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Kenshin stalked the street, growling under his breath.

"I don't know, Kenshin, Are you sure?" Came the deep voice through his earpiece.

"I'm sure, rooster head. He comes here every night to buy booze." Kenshin said lowly.

Suddenly, Jin-ei appeared, coming out of the store.

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Kaouru was cold, she could feel hairs raise on her arms from the chill air. She tried to move, couldn't.

Opening her eyes, she stared up at the bright light. She jerked her left arm, it was clamped down.

"Shit." she cursed, her lips curling into a painful grimace.

She relaxed making the bones in her hand dislocate. She slipped her hand out of the shackle and raised the hand to her face. Her hand moved slowly, almost dreamily, to her left shoulder to feel along the stitches there.

She wrapped her hand around the shackle on the other side, feeling for the release. cursing when she found only a key hole, she slammed her head back against the cold metal of the table. Then her eyes widened.

She ran her tongue along her teeth, looking for the one thing noone would suspect. Was it there?

Yes! She reached into her mouth and brought out a small, wire pick. She fumbled the lock open and unlocked her neck.

freeing her feet, she stood, weaving, she almost collapsed. Catching herself on the table, she grabbed the closest sheet, tearing a hole in the center for her head to go through, making holes for her arms as well.

Stumbling, she walked slowly toward the open doorway.

She tried to step through it, but a sharp pain wracked through her whole body, making her scream in pain, throwing herself back, away from the doorway.

"There is a device in your body, i call it a shocker. it keeps you within a selected area. They use it in prison, nowdays. It's kind of funny, now that you thing of it. It delivers a shock to your whole body, wakening the electrical charge in your body's electrodes."

cursing, she threw the only chair in the room at the one way window.

"Fuck you." she cursed.

"I'll be back, i've just go to go to the store, i'm out of booze." He said, standing just outside of the doorway.

She lunged for him, only to be knocked back by the force of the electrical charge. She hit her head, though, on the edge of the table, knocking her out.

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Kenshin caught the man by the throat. "Where is she you bastard!" He demanded, slamming him against the wall.

"If you kill me, she'll die." he said, his voice harsh and cracked. He held up a transmitter. "See this? it's caled a shocker. if i press this, an electrical shock will be diffused through her body, stopping her heart. You want to cause that?"

Kenshin growled, tossing the man to the ground. "Take me to her, NOW!" He yelled, pushing the old glock against the man's side.

"Sure thing, man." Jinei said, shrugging.

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Kaouru woke to blood.

Her own blood covered the floor, her hair, and her face.

"Shit." she growled, sitting up a little too fast. She had to get out of this place.

She stood, backed against the far wall, bracing herself for the shock. She raced forward, diving through the doorway, to land, limp and unmoving against the other wall.

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Oooh, we got problems, no?

Thanks for your undying support, sorry again about ranting earlier, he just didn't show his e-mail address so i had to do it here.

Fact: the going rate of an ex-soviet AK47 in the republic of Congo is one live chicken. - Luke Brimmings