A/N: Hello. No, I'm not dead, I'm just a very, very busy girl with little to no time for anything but work and school...sigh Isn't how that usually goes? Well, actually, my soul got eaten by World of Warcraft. Yes, it really did. It's like Magic the Gathering, it steals your soul! Not really, but we like to think that, don't we, nii-chan? My sister got addicted to it, too. Ah, well, I finally got sick and now am stuck at home for a few days (and WoW is not working for me...--'), so in order to relieve my boredom, I'm here writing this. Inspiration is still in working order, so this hopefully won't be a crappy chapter. Really. Oh, and by the way, this is3Cp>Disclaimer: I own naught. Really. If I owned it, things would have been very different in the anime and manga...like Okita would not of died, nor Tomoe, or Captain Sagara, or...well, you get the picture.

()()()()()()()Chapter 1()()()()()()()()()()()()()

In the springtime in Kyoto, the cherry trees blossomed, turning the lovely town into a paradise for those that lived there and those that merely visited or passed through. The smell of cherry blossoms filled the air, making it sweet and a pure pleasure to breathe. Hiko Seijiri the 13th pulled the cork top off his tokkuri, the gentle scent of the sake mixing with the air and dispersing all too quickly. Pouring in a measured amount of the drink into his ochoko, he filled it to the usual three quarters full level before stopping. He set the bottle down on the table and lifted his ochoko to his lips and sipped it. The busy surroundings of the small sukiyaki restaurant did not disturb him as it used to in the past. It took years for his delicate, honed senses to allow even a small crowd's noise to not give him migraines. Even so, he restricted himself to small places like the restaurant, for simplicity's sake. After all, it does not do for a chiang-shi to mix with common humans in large numbers too often. One should not play with tixing with the air and dispersing all too quickly. Pouring in a measured amount of the drink into his ochoko, he filled it to the usual three quarters full level before stopping. He set the bottle down on the table and lifted his ochoko to his lips and sipped it. The busy surroundings of the small sukiyaki restaurant did not disturb him as it used to in the past. It took years for his delicate, honed senses to allow even a small crowd's noise to not give him migraines. Even so, he restricted himself to small places like the restaurant, for simplicity's sake. After all, it does not do for a chiang-shi to mix with common humans in large numbers too often. One should not play with their food.

Drinking his sake quietly alone at a table, Hiko reminisced about the past. He remembered his strange, quiet deshi that caused him so much trouble time and time again. First, he rescues the boy from certain death at the hands of rounin. Then, he bothers to train him, so that the brat can protect himself and those he loves, a sentimentality he still regreted. And after all that kindness, the boy runs off to join the Ishin Shishi, an idiotic act only a foolish, romatic boy could possibly make. Hiko did not hear from Kenshin again for years and years, though he did catch rumors of him from time to time. More than a decade passed until the boy returned to him, and then only to learn the last and ultimate move of Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu. Traditionally, Hiko should have perished, like his shishou before him and his shishou's shishou before him, and so on and so forth as it had been from the Sengoku Jidai. Himura Kenshin would have become the new shishou, but he did not, indeed he refused the title. Hiko, despite being a chiang-shi, would not have survived Kenshin's attack, but now he was doomed to near eternity due to that sakabatou the baka deshi carried.

As he finished his sake, Hiko decided it was time to visit his baka deshi. The time had come for him to see how much more Kenshin had changed. That girl, Kaoru, the only teacher of the Kamiya Kasshin, seemed to have caught the eye of the rurouni. Hiko hoped that the two married and that little Kenshins and Kaorus were now running around Tokyo, causing trouble like only Himuras could. Perhaps it was time to forge new ties with the world, considering he would not be leaving it any time soon. Besides, it surely was time that Kenshin discovered exactly what he was, for if he did have children, they would need to be instructed and carefully watched.

A/N: I know it's short, but I really have to do some more research on world-wide stories of vampires and werewolves and other lovely stuff like that. I looked up at least ten websites to get a handle just on how to drink sake, the name for Chinese vampires, the name of Kenshin's shishou, and other stuff like that. Thank heavens for google...Anyways, I didn't plagerize anything, so I think I'm all good. Just to make sure...I, the author of this fan fiction story, do not own anything written here, it all belongs to whoever owns the rights to Rurouni Kenshin. Yah. So, I'll write more tonight I think and post it (if inspiration continues), but for now, this is all you should expect to see until more pops up as if by magic. Ja ne mina-san!