(A/N: Heya! Back with Chapter 4! Some of you might think he's a hentai in the previous chapter, but wait, he's just being INNOCENT. Can't blame our cutie for being innocent, can we? Evil grin Anyway, I'm really thankful for the reviews. Now, I present you Chapter 4!)

"You know what?"

"What?"

"If there's anything I wanted most in this world, it's you"

"Eww! Stop these mushy stuffs!"

"But they're true."

"Really?"

"Um."

"Actually... Me too."

Makimachi Misao slowly opened her eyes as the words faded from her ears. The light beamed into her eyes as she lazily stretched out her hands and covered herself from the light.

Misao suddenly remembered about the voices she had heard before she woke up. One of the voices was hers, and the other was familiar, but she couldn't remember anymore. Aww, never mind. Anyway, it was just a dream.

Or maybe not so much of a dream.

Misao scratched her head as she sat up on the mat. Her knee touched something soft and she turned around. She found her ninja suit, neatly folded, there. She beamed.

"Sugoi!" Cried Misao as she took up her clothes and hugged in tight in her arms. "Look, Tenken! My clothes! They came back to me!" She cried excitedly.

Soujirou, who had already woke up, ignored her as he continued meddling with his stuffs secretly.

Misao fumed a little.

"Tenken! I'm talking to you!"

Still no reply.

"Fine! Seta, my clothes came back to me!" Misao cried, fuming up a little.

Finally, Soujirou turned around with his everlasting smile. " Unfortunately, Misao sama, it seemed like a weasel friend of yours that lived among the bushes took it and I accidentally found it at its nest this morning while going up to the morning, half-naked, for some training." Soujirou said in his chirpy tone in almost one breath.

Misao fumed. She sensed sarcasm in his voice, but she knew she imagined it. This guy is too innocent to actually be sarcastic. He doesn't even have the brain to think if his words would be hurting people.

Oh no, she shouldn't be thinking of all these bad stuffs about him. He 'saved' her life last night. Fine, she'll let him go.

"Arigatou." Misao managed to blurt out. Soujirou chuckled, as Misao felt her face going red. She looked down at the clothes she was wearing. "I... I'll change back into my clothes. You can have these back." Misao stammered, as Soujirou continue smiling and nodded his head.

Misao went out to the bushes briskly and found a safe place where she can change. She quickly took off Soujirou's clothes that she was wearing and put on her own clothes.

As she was changing, she suddenly remembered the time where she met Soujirou a few days ago. She felt anger in her, but it broke into joy of giggles as she remembered how funny the situation was when Soujirou addressed her as 'little girl'.

He was actually a good guy. Seta Soujirou wasn't bad. He was pretty funny, good at fighting skills, pretty 'smart', maybe too innocent, but it's cute. What's more important is, he 'saved' her life yesterday. He was... Well, pretty manly. Of course, well, erm, well built as well and pretty good- looking.

Misao blushed as she folded his clothes. She suddenly remembered about the embarrassing incident that happened yesterday night. She hugged his clothes tight in her arms as she felt her face hot.

Was that lust? 'Cos she hadn't know Soujirou for a very long time and now, there she was, blushing at the thought of him. This is bad.

Or maybe it's because of the embarrassing incident yesterday. That must be it. Yes, that must be it. Well, she'll just have to pretend that nothing had happened.

SHE WISHED.

Too bad, she wasn't as innocent as Soujirou was. Otherwise, she wouldn't need to trouble herself over this. Now, why should she think about this where Soujirou didn't seemed to care the least about it?

Yeah, she shouldn't.

So why is she? WHY IS SHE? WHY???

Never mind.

Misao was back from changing. Soujirou looked up at her and smiled.

Misao's face went a little hot. She put the folded clothes in front of Soujirou and stood there. She looked a little embarrassed, Soujirou reckoned, and he chuckled. Misao's face went redder. Great, he must be reflecting on the features of my body that he saw yesterday night.

"Misao sama, your hair." Said Soujirou as he smiled at her widely.

Misao gave a 'huh?' and touched her hair. Woah, her hair felt frizzy. She blushed, this time out of embarrassment because of her hair, and ran to the water.

Soujirou continued smiling. He felt weird when he saw Misao wearing back her clothes. Then, he took his clothes, stood up and went towards Misao's direction.

Misao quickly put a little water on her hair and combed it with a comb that she always bring with her and started combing. OUCH! Bad. Entangled.

Now, how long will she have to be stuck at this place, combing her hair? Eternity's her answer. Maybe she said it too early.

"Let me help you with it." Said Soujirou as Misao stared at his reflection on the water for a few seconds and turned back. Soujirou smiled at her, holding his clothes in one hand, still half-naked. Misao hesitated for a few minutes, but agreed when she gave up at his smiling face.

Misao handed Soujirou her comb as Soujirou kneeled down behind her and put down his clothes.

Misao tried to clear her mind as flashes of embarrassment flickered in her mind. Come on, Misao, relax. Congrats to her, as she relaxed when the sound of waves entered her mind. The place smelled fresh.

Misao felt someone tugging her hair. It was Soujirou, of course. It was more of a pull, but he did it so gently that it only seemed like a little tug. Misao smiled. He must be really patient and gentle person. Anyone who marries him would sure be lucky.

Why don't you then, Misao?

CUT IT OUT! STUPID LUSTY DEVIL!

But it sounded good.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU MISAO??????

Misao's heart skipped a beat when she felt his face close to hers. She could feel him breathing, and he smelt fresh. Even better than the fresh air and the fresh flowers. Her face was going red.

"Gomen ne, Misao sama, but the tangle here is great. Chotto matte ne." Soujirou said with a smile in a smoothing tone.

Misao almost melted.

This is bad. Makimachi Misao, the new Okashira of the Oniwa Banshuu, is becoming really lusty at the sight of Seta Soujirou, who was once a Tenken, when she had Ao...

Misao's eyes went wide open, then returned to its normal state. No, she didn't have him to love anymore. 'Cos she didn't want to feel the pain when she love him. Yes, no more him.

"Ne, Misao sama." Soujirou cried. Misao suddenly awoke from her deep thoughts.

"Hai?"

"What were you thinking about?" Asked Soujirou, with his smile on his face. "You looked sad."

Misao moaned in her heart. He caught her there.

"Nothing."

"Hontou? You can talk to me about it, you know?"

The cool morning breeze kissed them on their cheeks. Misao and Soujirou kept in silence for a moment, until Soujirou smiled widely again.

"Maa, if you don't..."

"I'm thinking about someone I loved." Said Misao, as Soujirou's smile became smaller as he listened to Misao. "It hurts to love him. I don't want to love him anymore." Said Misao, in an emotionless tone.

Soujirou looked at her reflection at the water. She didn't look happy.

"Umm," Said Misao as she raised her head and faced the sky as Soujirou finished combing her hair with a smile. "I'll never get to be kissed by him!" She said with a sad smile.

"Kiss?" Asked Soujirou as he looked at her.

Misao breathed deep and looked at him with a nod. "Yeah, kiss. Kissing, as in a boy and girl with their lips touching against each other's, sometimes dealing with their tongues." Soujirou chuckled and stuck out his tongue, moving it in a circular motion, making a funny face. Misao laughed. "Yeah, yeah." She laughed and stopped with a smile. "I'll never be able to do that."

Soujirou stared at her for a moment, almost not smiling.

"Want to try it with me?"

Misao was shocked. She turned to look at him. He looked pretty serious. He was smiling, sure, but it looked kind of... Devilish? Misao blushed. Did he really mean it?

LORD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER? MANIPULATING HER MIND WITH A HOT GUY IN FRONT OF HER?

Misao blushed, too lost of word. She was stammering, she didn't know what to reply. She...

"Just kidding!" Cried Soujirou with a big grin. Misao blinked blankly for a moment.

WHAT? KIDDING???

Great.

"Maa," Said Soujirou as she put Misao's comb in her hands and stood up, as he picked up his clothes. "I guess I'll go change now."

Sure, TENKEN.

Misao nodded her head, her mind going wild. Soujirou walked away into the bushes. Misao's face went red. Man, why should she be punished in such a... GREAT way?

As she thought about the embarrassing stuffs and blamed the Lord, she tied her plead. Soon, it was done. Misao tucked her comb in her clothes and stood up.

Then, she went back to the temple.

Misao stared blankly at the air as she walked along the street with Soujirou.

Seta Soujirou HAD money. He HAD MONEY. HE HAD MONEY! SO WHY DID HE MADE MISAO AND HIMSELF STAY IN A RUIN TEMPLE???

Though he changed it into a decent place.

BUT WHY???

"We need to save as many money as possible. For food and clothing. Unless you wouldn't mind us wearing the same all clothes all the time. Oh yeah, and if you wouldn't mind us going hungry every few days." Soujirou said and smiled as he swallowed a fish ball where he had just bought for their breakfast.

Misao looked blankly at Soujirou and sweatdropped. He sure could count.

"Fine, fine. So we'll just live in the wild." Cried Misao as she hungrily bite on a fish cake. "BUT THEN I'LL HAVE NO PRIVACY!" Misao screamed as onlookers stared at her. Misao pretended to be cool and continued walking along with the smiling Soujirou.

"Maa, you'll get used to it." Soujirou chuckled and took another fish ball.

Sure, sure. Misao will get used to it.

LIAR.

Is that supposed to mean that she'll have to get seen NAKED, EVERY SINGLE NIGHT?

Sure, she'll be cool about it –

NOT.

But it wasn't a bad experience. Well, you see, where do you get a hot guy looking at you, naked, while you play gracefully at the water like a little maiden.

MAKIMACHI MISAO!!! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING??????

And how is any girl supposed to get used to be seen NAKED every night???

Okay, maybe she'll be all right, since Soujirou's pretty HOT.

MAKIMACHI MISAO!!!!!!

Misao could feel her face turning red at the thought of these. Then, she felt a palm over her forehead and found Soujirou standing in front of her, staring at her innocently with a smile.

"What?" Misao asked, feeling hot. Her cheeks are certainly turning hot.

"Your face looked red. Just wondering if you're having a fever." Said Soujirou and put his hand away. Misao felt a little disappointed. Soujirou smiled and continued walking. "Guess you're okay."

Misao's face almost exploded like a volcano, in embarrassment, when Soujirou looked right into her eyes. She can't take it anymore. She had only been with Soujirou for a few days and now, she's getting obsessive over him. This is really bad. When did Makimachi Misao, the new Okashira of the Oniwa Banshuu, became a... Slut?

Oh, whatever!

While Misao was walking along with Soujirou, screaming at herself in her mind, she bumped onto Soujirou who stopped abruptly.

"Hey! Why did you...?" Misao's eyes went wide opened when she saw what, or rather who, were in front of them.

Meiji Government Policemen Force.

(A/N: YEAH! That's it for all the fun in Chapter 4! Hope you have AT LEAST, A good laugh, and that you've enjoyed this little chappie. Next chapter, Innocence, is going to be a little creepy and sad for Soujirou. But I'll make sure Misao changes the situation. RR and thanks for ALL the reviews that you guys have given me. GOD BLESS US ALL!)

(P.S.: I'll update AT LEAST once a month. If you're lucky, I'll be able to update in two weeks time! YIPEE!)