Hey everybody, Ditox-chan here! Hehe, I started chapter 2 to Return to Sender almost as soon as I published the first chapter on fanfiction.net. I hope you liked the first chapter 'cause here's the next one! :D Please review if you liked it, that's what is gonna keep this little book alive, hehehe. Arigatou! (One last thing: The title will be explained eventually.. oo; It DOES have a point! XD)


My first period of the new school year was dull, as it should be. As hard as I tried to focus my attention on the teacher's lectures about the books and what we'd be covering, the girls' glances and giggles constantly distracted me. I had no interest in any of them – not yet, that is. I wanted to at least make it through the first day of school before I fall head over heels in love. Might not be so good if I'm too busy daydreaming about some woman instead of attempting to persevere my first classes.

I staggered through my classes and the teachers. They all had one thing in common – excited about beginning a new year of school.

Except for one.

It was study hall, according to my class schedule. I followed the girls that were giggling in front of me until I found the classroom declaring simply – Library. I had homework, so I shuffled on in. Closing the door behind me, I glanced around – books everywhere, normal. Only a few scattered students hovering over papers at separate tables.

And then I noticed the librarian. Now you'd /think/ a librarian, of all people, would be a quiet, maybe elderly character. Fragile, easy-going, face stuck in some thick dictionary or something. But the librarian I saw was far beyond my expectations – he bore the name Seijuro Hiko, probably the most burly person I've ever laid eyes on. He was really... well built, I guess. Long hair, weird jacket... I was almost positive he was a substitute for the little old man who read dictionaries all day long. But there he was, my brand-new librarian, feet up on his desk while he drank some liquid I didn't even want to approach.

He tossed me a side glance. I watched him cautiously through the corner of my eye as I approached a table and slowly sat down, feeling his cold glare on me while he loudly sipped his drink. I felt his glare remain for quite awhile until I was finally able to focus on my homework. Eventually a couple other kids sat down at the same table – luckily, they were not girls. I elbowed one and whispered, "I'm new here... Am I the only one noticing something about that librarian?"

The boy shook his head, not even sparing a glance from his textbook. "Nah, we're all pretty scared of 'im. Don't know how he got hired for such a quiet job, considerin' he's the varsity soccer coach as well, y'know? Best ya's ignore 'im."

I didn't really buy his reply, but I focused on my homework. I noticed the librarian glancing over at me several times. Didn't he have anything better to do than to sit and stare at people and drink? I leaned over the table and whispered to the boy again, "Why is he just sitting there?"

He looked at me with a slightly perturbed expression. "Dun't know. Does it all day 'till school ends. I ain't one o' 'is soccer players, so I'm not sure how strict 'e is on the field, but I 'ears that he drills them pretty hard." He glanced uneasily to the side, then returned his eyes to me. "I 'ear 'e's got a soft spot, too, but I wouldn't know."

I nodded, accepting his answer. I was under the impression that this guy was a coach somehow persuaded into working daytime hours, but could care less of how his own players worked in school. Little did I know then.

Anyway, I managed it through the remainder of the day, but the cold stare of Seijuro-san continued to linger in my mind. He knew I was a new student, so I couldn't blame him for inspecting me throughout study hall on the first day. Maybe he just wanted to know if I was a troublemaker or not, who cares. But when he continued it the next day at study hall, I steadily began to feel more and more uneasy in the library. I would rush in and grab a book and quickly dash out – fast enough for him to barely spare me one of those peculiar glances while I flew out of the room.

I had been walking down the hall after school one day, about to leave when I heard a loud shout from a room I was passing. Curious, I stepped back and peered in. The first thing I noticed was the word written clearly on the chalkboard, "DETENTION." I stepped back, almost afraid to spot the student who had obviously called out to me. I slowly glanced across the room to the last row of desks. There, seated in the corner, was a boy waving his arms around at me and whispering as loud as he could.

He had spiky brown hair – not the weirdest haircut I've seen, but pretty close. I began to wonder how much hair mousse he used to keep that nest up. Around his forehead was a thin red bandana, tied in the back; the ends flowing because they were so long. He wasn't wearing a shirt, but he was wearing some sort of thin coat over it and beneath it was plenty of bandages.

If you turned your head just a little to the side, I swear his hair made him look exactly like a chicken.

He pointed to the floor and whined, "Do you think you can grab that for me? I dropped it and if I get up, they'll have my head." He snickered at me and added suddenly, "You must be real brave to have so much hair and tie it up that high on your head."

I sent him a brief glare. I liked my hair, why should I care what some chickenhead thinks of me? Apparently it's a hit with the girls, so it doesn't matter much anyway. I looked at the item on the floor he was pointing at – looked like a pocketknife. Why on earth does he carry a pocketknife to school? But since he was in detention and he looked, uh, -slightly- threatening, I sauntered on over and retrieved it from the floor. If I didn't, who knows what he might've done to me later. I laid it on the desk and spun around, heading for the door, but his voice stopped me once again.

"Name's Sagara Sanosuke," he said briefly. "I owe you one." I watched him over my shoulder as he slowly carved letters into the desk with the knife. I couldn't help it, curiousity was abounding. I walked back over and glanced at the words – "Takani-chan is cute!"

I winced. Apparently, he was a chicken-headed daydreamer, rather than a strong rascal. Maybe retrieving his knife wasn't the best idea. He smiled, satisfied with his little engraving and looked up at me. "Heard you were new around here. Got a name?"

I looked off to the side, out the windows. "Kenshin."


Yay, chapter 2! :3 Hope you like it, please please please review!!! I'd really appreciate it. Thank you!