OK, 1 review, and counting! Domo Arigatou, Anime-Freak713! (sorry if I totally humiliated you there, you have the sincere apologies, and great thanks, of this terrible fanfiction writer.) Anyways, to keep my promise, I have posted another chapter! (Watch out, world, I have a way of being psychotic!) On to the dementedness, craziness, psychoticness, whatever. NOTE: This one owns not Rurouni Kenshin, that belongs to Watsuki-sama himself. I do not own the phrase "Burnt up old sausage, or the idea of Usui as a chef. These both belong to Pu-chan. CURSE MY UTTER LACK OF CREATIVITY!!

-Crispy (a.k.a. BurntUpOldSausage)

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The 50-foot tall florist tossed his flowers all around the room; they fell softly, as if drifting upon tufts of earthbound cloud and zephyr. But all this cuteness and figurative language was lost on poor Yumi-san, who, as we know now, has allergies. Daffodil Allergies. As Shishio wandered off to find Yumi a box of tissues (the cuteness of falling flowers was just too much for Mr. Bandage Pants.) he noticed Anji and Usui walking in the big, spiffy looking final arch in the set of now-almost-completely-seven. Usui was having some difficulty along the way, hitting arches #1, #3, #4, and #6. He also bumped into some angry construction workers, who were now shouted angrily at the blind, um… Blindsword. Anji resisted the urge to tell a really bad "blind guy walks into an arch" joke, and helped Usui along the path, until they saw His Sausagey-ness Himself. "Usui and Anji! Go find me a box of Kleenex! And bring me a cappuccino, while you're at it!"

The miss-matched pair lumbered inside, into the room where giant falling daffodils still drifted through the air. One of these 5 foot wide flowers plummeted into Usui as he entered, and he fell to the ground a heap with a giant Daffodil over his head. "HELP, HELP, I CAN'T SEE!!!" screamed Usui. "Um, Usui?" Asked Houji with a strange look on his face. "Oh, yeah…" Said the Blindsword thoughtfully. "Right…"

Suddenly, the wide, ornately carved wooden gates slammed inwards, and Chou ran in, closely tailed by Kamatari, clutching the black woolen sock to her chest and screaming with anger. Sojiro followed in with a leisurely air, and the general appearance that he had been stuffing himself with caffeinated pastries all day. He promptly headed for the kitchen, seeing if Usui had been baking recently. He breathed a sigh of caffeinated relief as he smelled no burnt rubber, deep fried melon, or the occasional wig, blackened and burnt to a perfection that could have rivaled Shishio's skin, Usui's usual "specialties." (Henya designed wigs for the rest of the Juppongatana, but was rarely seen other than that, as he preferred a life of slacking off, just as Shishio-Sama himself, except that Henya slept 18 hours per day. Happy, (Like Always!) the sugar-high'ed Tenken bounced into the kitchen, with a single goal in mind—He knew where Shishio kept the coffee.

Saizuchi strutted into the room in all his 3 foot tall glory, walking over to where Fuji stood, careful not to get stepped on by either Kamatari or Chou, who were running perpetual circles around the room. Anji had fetched the tissues for the now red-nosed Yumi. Houji walked away as quickly as possible, walking to his office to read his YM magazines. Though the rest of the Juppongatana found this frightening, or, in Shishio's case, "Just plain scary," Houji enjoyed reading all about makeup application and which pleated skirt would just look sexy with his business suit almost as much as he loved to sample Usui's "New Wave" cooking. Meanwhile, Anji escorted Yumi to go find Shishio-sama, trying not to spill the Bandage Man's coffee.

Suddenly, Shishio burst into the room from the huge double doors in the front, silhouetted by a storm that had just picked up, splattering the already seriously underpaid construction workers, Sano, Aoshi, and Saito, until they were thoroughly soaked. "I'll just step inside for a break," Said Sano, more than well known for being a slacker, the warm, golden glow from inside the shrine making him forget the fact that inside resided his greatest enemies of all time. "Moron." Yawned Saito. "Stop whining and get back to work! That overcooked turkey isn't payin' us to stand around doing nothing!" "He's hardly paying us at all!" Continued Sano. Aoshi kept working in silence, until Saito made the biggest mistake of his whole Aku, Soku, Zan'ed life. Touching Aoshi's hair. Saito tapped Aoshi on the shoulder. "Hey, Aoshi! Tell this moron that it's stupid to try to-----AAAARRRGGHH!" Aoshi had stabbed him through his hawkish-nosed, projecting-chinned, ugly-as-Hell face. Saito died then and there, falling rain and mud forming the only grave he would ever have. (Until someone noticed his dead carcass lying there the next day, and, after Usui had laughed his head off at him, threw his body in the wilderness, to be taken care of by his namesake wolves however they saw fit. Sano and Aoshi stepped underneath one of the completed arches, to take at least partial shelter from the elements, and Sano poured both of them some Sake, with a funny glint in his brown eyes, and an already-giddy smile. "Banzai."

To Be Continued………

Crispy (AKA BurntUpOldSausage :) WOW, what a morbid ending! -- This one shall post another chapter along this one, de gozaru ka! Sorry if I got the tense wrong on that, I'm not too great in Japanese…

Shishio: Pretty miserable, if you ask me.

Crispy: HEY, it's Shishio-sama!! BIG smile. (Shishio-sama is my favorite character)

Shishio: OK, you're being psychotic. Even more psychotic than I am…(mumbling) and that's saying a lot…

Crispy: Well, NYA! I like Sojiro better anyway, cause YOU'RE a MEANIE!! (cute frown)

Shishio: Fine. No coffee for you. walks off all dejected.

Crispy: Oh well… I know where his instant cappuccino vault is, anyway1 HAHA! evil grin Oh, and by the way, leave me a review, kudasai? I have pastries… attempts to hide pastries as Sou-chan walks in Oh, hi, Soji-chan!! big smile

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-Crispily, BurntUpOldSausage. (spell-check says 'crispily' is not a word. BURN IT!! ) (sweatdrop) by the way, remember- the more reviews you leave for Crispy, the more chapters Crispy shall add…HINT, HINT.