Konnichiwa, minna-dono! And another heaping thank you to Anime-Freak713 for being my only reviewer so far, you have made this burnt up old sausage so happy! (answer to question: yeah! Am I psychotic, or what?? .) Disclaimer: I have not created the nicknames or RuroKen characters. 'Nuff said. One more thing: You see, I originally wrote this to...unboredom-ify (Who's SOooooo good at inventing new words!? ) my friends, so, especially in the following chapter, a lot of my friends make cameos, or are just mentioned. I will do a 'character guide' for the next chapter, but in this one, a guy named Daniel is mentioned-- he's one of my many friends school (NO, not a boyfriend!) (sweatdrop) (odd how your mind always jumps to these things, huh!) and his favorite Ruroken character is Usui, so we sometimes call him Usui. Just a note, hope this will stop you from chasing me around with sticks and torches! -.-

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Where we left off, Usui was sleeping on the ground, Shishio was chained to his bed, being force-fed a large quantity of anti-caffeine tablets, and Saizuchi was walking by…

…Wearing his new, long red-haired wig, in a ponytail. Saizuchi hummed One Half as he strutted through the hallway, and accidentally stepped on Usui's sleeping form. The Blindsword bolted upright, and glared in what he thought to be the felon's direction. "I SEE YOU!!!" shouted Usui, jabbing a finger at the hotel lobby plant. Saizuchi shrank backward with a look on his face very similar to Chou's right before Kamatari had started chasing him with her chain scythe. "What is it, that smell…" muttered the Blindsword in that creepy voice he always has when he gets that weird smile…. Usui—a note to you. Your smile is really, really strange. (Usui-Usui, not Daniel-Usui.) (SEE NOTE AT TOP!) "Houji!! I can SMELL it!! That smell of hair that hasn't been washed in over a year, and teeth that are nearly as bad as Saizuchi's!!" (Saizuchi gave an injured sniff.) "Yes…. yes….." cackled the Blindsword psychotically. "HOUJI, YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!!" He shrieked with contempt at the emptiness around him, stampeding after where he assumed Houji was. He promptly hit a brick wall. Twice. He picked himself up wearily, much of his anger dissolved from the force of the collision to his head. (Meanwhile poor Sou-chan, with his room on the other side of the wall, drinking instant cappuccino, almost spilled some on his favorite hachimaki, the poor guy…)

Anyways, back to Usui, who just ran twice into a brick wall at about 70 mph. (No sympathy here!) He then stumbled off with difficulty to find Houji, following the K-mart scent of his brand new halter top and miniskirt. Presently, Shishio-sama had had just about his fill of anti-caffeine pills. He kept his mouth clamped tightly shut, like a four year old child refusing to eat his vegetables. "Come on, Mako-chan!" Wheedled Yumi. "Open up, here comes the train…! Vroooom, Vrooooooom…" Said Kamatari, trying to maneuver the anti-caffeine pills into his burnt up mouth. But Bandage Man was not terribly fond of trains, and was scared at the thought of anyone calling him Mako-chan. He started thrashing around, with all the force of a fully-grown sausage in the wild. The chains clinked loudly, hell-bent on restraining their captive, and Shishio screamed out in exasperation, a scream that ended rather abruptly as Yumi stuffed a rather large handful of anti-caffeine tablets down his throat.

Shishio felt like he was about to throw a tantrum. Just then, though, he saw something that pushed him over the limit. Saizuchi's long, red haired wig, tied up in a ponytail, walking down the hallway, calmly as you please, having escaped Usui's tunnel visioned (haha) wrath. This was just too much. With one last desperate pull, with all of his muscular body stretched to the breaking point, he tore through the chains that restrained him. Saizuchi turned casually, and was bowled over by a flying, bandaged blur—or at least, that's what it looked like to him. A split-second later, Shishio-sama had knocked him into the ground and held a katana at his neck, breathing very hard, with a psychotic red glow in his eyes. Saizuchi whimpered. Shishio blinked. "Battousai??!" He said, strangely calmly. "What the—" he picked up the wig and studied it for a second. "Saizuchi! What the crap is this thing??!" Saizuchi coughed nervously. "Well, um… that's just another of those wigs that I bought from Henya-san. I'm sure you've seen my other ones, my blue one, my green one, my bluish green one, my blonde one, my brown one…" Shishio cut him short. "OKAY, OKAY, SAIZUCHI!! I'm just saying…" He paused to set the red wig on fire, and watched it burn. "You had better not buy any more red-haired wigs, or I'll take care of you just like I did the Battousai!" (muttering: Creepy old man, never DID do anything useful…)

Meanwhile, Yumi and Kamatari had each taken hold of part of Shishio's purple kimono, and were dragging him away, as he was now weakened beyond resistance. Just then, Kamatari made a "startling" revelation: If they kept pumping Shishio-sama with anti-caffeine tablets, his need for coffee would keep increasing at many times its normal rate. Already, Shishio was almost dead. Literally and seriously, his continual struggles had almost killed him. In fact, he was just slipping out of consciousness. "MAKO-CHAN!" screamed Yumi as Shishio's head lolled backward. "Coffee…" he coughed weakly. "Need... I need. " Kamatari explained her proposition to Yumi—they both knew they would need to get Shishio coffee—and fast.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Crispy: That was the single worst ending ever... starts coming off like a really, really bad suspense novel... Crispy is so sorry!

Shishio: (Now un-pudding-ified.) Y'know, really bad authoresses like you are stupid. You are weak. You will die crushed by my own sword, and it will be a happy day for all humanity....

Crispy pulls the rope-catchy-trap-thingy that Shishio just stepped on, and now he is hanging upside down.

Crispy: HAHAHAHA!!

Shishio cuts through the rope with one firey flare of his mugenjin. The only problem, of course...

Shishio: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!

(He was suspended51 feet above the ground, and fell... headfirst... right onto... Fuji! Who is exactly 50 feet tall!)

Shishio: Well, that was lucky!

Fuji picks Shishio up and sets him on the ground, gently. A GENTLE GIANT! WAHAHAHAHA! (He's probably a manatee, or something...o.0)

Meanwhile, though, Crispy has ducked into a closet, and emerged... wearing a broccoli suit! (lol, don't ask...)

Crispy: I AM YOUR CONSCIENCE. YOU NEVER ATE THAT BROCCOLI LAST NIGHT THAT USUI MADE FOR YOU........WOOOOOO!

Shishio: (Wide eyed) WHEN WILL THIS PSYCHOCITY END??

Crispy: I dunno, several more chapters... GWAHAHA......

Shishio: meep.

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LOL! Can you actually IMAGINE SHISHIO saying, "meep?" I know I can't! Anyways, This one gives sincere apologies for such a short chapter, but next chapter will be superlong! I promise it will be so, de gozaru de! Now, that I have been a nice Crispy, and not destroyed the world yet, (HEHE.) Leave this one a review! Kudasai? Douzo...! Just that little purple button, and 1 click away...

-Crispy, A.K.A. Burntupoldsausage.