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The Search
The burly men Yamisha saw on the boat were following her through Kyoto. They thought she wouldn't notice. Man, were they wrong.
She let them follow though, because she was in a good mood. If it was not April 1st, the men would have been slashed to pieces; as was her usual method for disposing of unwanted followers.
"Kenshin may have an honor code, but I sure don't," she mumbled to no one in particular, and chuckled at the thought of them attacking her.
In truth, she almost wished for it. Her time at Kaoru's dojo had made her much too sappy, and she hungered for excitement.
A few miles down the road (literally) her wish was granted.
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Meanwhile...
Back at the dojo, Kenshin, Kaoru, and Yahiko were all frantically looking for Yamisha... Well, not everyone.
Yahiko wasn't looking very hard because he half wanted to see what Yamisha's tyrannic rule would be like, and he half wanted to impress Kenshin by finding her first.
Of course, Yahiko's evil side won the battle. The little devil-Yahiko on his left shoulder walks across to the right one, breaks the angels' halo and kicks him off of the shoulder. Then laughs menacingly.
Yahiko let out an evil laugh, but luckily, no one heard him because they were too focused looking for Yamisha.
Kenshin decided to check her room again, and this time, unfurled the futon. He found a ticket stub with:
FERRY # 37485
TIME: 4:30 AM
DESTINATION: KYOTO
on it.
With this stub, he knew exactly where Yamisha was, and a pretty good idea of why.
She planned to play a prank on either Hiko or the Aoi-ya.