Unbelievably, I would have updated sooner, except for some reason I haven't had internet for two days. I think it's the construction going on outside my dorm room. Anyway, whee, I'm done! Er, sort of.

Chapter 18

Hiko didn't waste time exploring the questionable outskirts of Tokyo but walked straight to the governor's office, convinced he had a good grasp of what had happened. Having heard the Heaven's Judges' feelings about Ishin members from Kenshin himself and then listening to Saitou and Katsura retell what had happened that morning, Hiko had no doubt that his deshi had been hauled off somewhere.

He should have let the idiot sort things out himself–the thirteenth master of Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu shouldn't have to be running around trying to find his erstwhile pupil–but the Kamiya girl's concern had gotten to him so here he was, in the middle of a mild snowstorm, looking for his impudent pupil.

There was nothing to see at the governor's except dead bodies half buried with snow. If Kenshin had been taken there, no signs remained. Frowning, Hiko looked towards the trees. If his deshi had any sense that's where he would have run. And–Hiko began walking towards the woods purposefully–if he remembered correctly from the last time he had been in Tokyo, that was the quickest way to Nishiyama-ya.

Hike knew he was on the right track when he saw a few split leaves still clinging to a tree branch. Kenki was what had caused that and there weren't many swordsmen around these days that carried such power. Hiko was one of them of course but Kenshin's kenki was quite formidable too. Hiko smiled to himself and continued walking. When he came upon Nishiyama-ya the better part of an hour later he could hear loud voices coming from inside, each trying to drown out the others.

"You didn't do shit, I'm the one that suggested we send the horses!" The thin walls didn't hide anything.

"And Battousai took care of them in three moves! That last, when he shoved the sword into his sheath, that hurt my ears."

"All but two! You should've seen the fight he had with taishou, it–" The voices ceased abruptly when the door flew open, sending a blast of cold air into the room and causing the fire to flicker dangerously.

"Interesting, it sounds like you're talking about just the person I'm looking for," Hiko said conversationally. "So, who can tell me where this Battousai is?" He waited patiently for an answer as the men exchanged questioning glances with each other.

"Who the hell is that?" Someone whispered. There were shrugs and more inquisitive whispers.

"I can't wait all day, someone volunteer or I'll have to choose a candidate," Hiko didn't have to change his tone of voice for the Heaven's Judges to pick up on the hidden threat.

"Get out of here before we make you regret it," Takahashi stepped from a room in the back, holding his katana. "You can't expect to win against all of us." Hiko raised an eyebrow.

"You really think you're up for a fight with the 13th master of Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu?" He asked. "Well, if you insist. Here, I'll just give you a demonstration. Houu!" Leaping into the air, white cape billowing around him like wings, Hiko drew his katana. "Ryuu tsui sen!" Takahashi fell to the floor without a sound. Hiko flicked the blood from his blade and turned. "Still no volunteers?" There was scuffling from the back and someone was pushed forward, trembling. It was Patsu.

"H-he's at t-t-the river. Yamamoto–it was Yamamoto's idea!" Patsu scrambled behind his comrades, as if they could help hide him from any further wrath Hiko wished to allot. Hiko gave him a contemptible look.

"It doesn't look like you challenged him on the matter. All of you turn yourself into the authorities or I'll be hunting you down later on."

"Hai!" was the frightened reply. Hiko had no intention of bothering to hunt anyone down but he knew the Heaven's Judges would listen–they were terrified.

He had no trouble finding his way to the river. There were still shallow indentions in the snow that were fairly recent. Hiko plodded onwards, hearing the sound of the water growing closer. He came out of the woods at the mouth of the river. The snow had stopped, leaving the riverbank surrounded by patches of white.

Hiko didn't have a problem spotting the prayer stone and the mop of red hair just above the water. He wondered briefly how the hell Kenshin had ended up out there before taking his katana out and swinging his arm towards the water. "Dou ryuu sen!" The resulting blast swept across the river and Hiko congratulated himself at his ingenuity when Kenshin was propelled towards the shore as the stone shattered. Not wanting to get wet, Hiko used his saiya to snag Kenshin's gi, pulling the pathetically shivering rurouni onto the bank. He had his sakabatou in a death grip.

"Oi. Kenshin." Hiko waited a few seconds, sighing when he didn't get a response. Typical for his deshi to ignore him like that. He brushed aside the feeling that just might have been worry, telling himself it was the cold getting to him. He should have worn warmer clothes.

"K-K-Kaoru . . .d-do-n-no." Hiko scowled when he heard the faint, chattering voice. His deshi had mistaken him for a girl? He saw his surmise couldn't be right though because Kenshin's eyes were still closed.

"Kenshin!" Hiko said sharply, cuffing his head. This time Kenshin's eyes fluttered open, and his unfocused gaze rested on Hiko.

"S-s-shi-sh-shou."

"Stop trying to talk, you sound like an idiot," Hiko said. "And if you're trying to make me feel bad with all that shivering, it's not working." Kenshin shook his head.

"N-no." He was making an effort to get his words out clearly. If he hadn't looked so pitiful, Hiko would have laughed. "I j-just . . .can't . . . s-stop." He dropped into silence again, eyes falling shut.

"Well, I'm feeling a little warm myself," Hiko said. "So I suppose I'll let you borrow my cape." He swung the heavy white mantle off his shoulders and draped it across Kenshin.

"But your c-clothes . . . aren't w-warm enough," Kenshin got out, his hand moving slightly as if he was going to push the cloak aside. Hiko wanted to smack him.

"Stop talking like a fool!" He barked. "Don't worry, I'll let you repay me for this later. Can you walk yet?" There was a pause, and then Kenshin nodded slowly.

"I think s-so." He pushed himself to a sitting position and a foot-tapping minute later got to his feet. Hiko watched Kenshin with a skeptical expression. He was no doctor but he could tell his deshi was refusing to put weight on his left foot for some reason. Still, if he thought he was up to it . . .

"Ikuso. Your friends are waiting for you," Hiko began walking, glancing back at Kenshin to ask innocently, "Coming?" Even half-drowned, Kenshin managed to give him an impressive look-of-death. He took a defiant step forward and froze, face contorted.

"Shishou . . . I can't walk." It must have taken all of his pride to say it and Hiko relished the moment for a scant second.

"Why didn't you just say so in the first place?" He asked, snickering to himself. The amusement his deshi provided him with . . . Kenshin's legs gave out at that moment and trying to avoid landing on his left leg, he landed instead on his broken arm, dropping the sakabatou in the process. Hiko heard the abrupt change in breathing and saw the pained expression flash across Kenshin's face as what color was left faded completely. It looked like the idiot had utterly overexerted himself.

"Yare yare," Shaking his head, Hiko bent down and rearranged his cape around Kenshin, saying with a lamenting tone, "why do I have a student so unworthy of Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu's teachings?" He picked up the presently half-conscious rurouni, eyes narrowing as Kenshin squirmed briefly, forcing himself to stay awake.

"My sakabatou . . ." He raised his head to scan the snowy ground for it.

"Cheh, that," Hiko stuck his foot underneath Kenshin's katana and tossed it upwards, catching it deftly. "Now hold still and try not to drip water all over me." Hiko felt Kenshin's body grow heavier as his eyes finally fell shut.

"Arigatou shishou," Kenshin mumbled before falling into a peaceful unconsciousness.

000

Sano had gone straight to the Mura-ya, convinced Saitou must have missed something. Nishiyama-ya was so much farther away it wouldn't have made sense to bring Kenshin there. After twenty minutes of searching though, Sano had to admit that there was the possibility he might be wrong. He decided to go to Nishiyama-ya, and hopefully on the way he would find some definite clue that Kenshin had passed that way.

It turned out Sano didn't even take one step towards the aforementioned house. Coming out of Mura-ya for the third time, he saw someone approaching from a distance. It took him a second to realize who it was. He was used to seeing Hiko Seijurou under the massive white cape he always wore. Strangely though, Hiko was carrying the cape draped across both his arms. Sano, feeling rather chilly despite the mino Kaoru had given him, wondered what had possessed Hiko to remove the cape. As the master swordsman got closer, Sano could make out that he was carrying someone, and when he saw the shock of red hair sticking out from the cape's neckline he punched the air triumphantly.

"Oi! Hiko!" Sano waved and sprinted towards the fast-walking swordsman, not taking his eyes from the shaking form Hiko was holding. "Didn't know you were looking too," He peered at Kenshin's ashen face as Hiko replied easily,

"I wasn't, we just happened to run into each other."

"How's Kenshin?" Sano asked. He noticed the water beading off of the rurouni's hair. "Kuso, he's soaking wet!"

"He'll live," Hiko said shortly. "My baka deshi isn't one to give up so easily." Sano couldn't help but notice the irony. Even after Kenshin had stopped an entire revolution, albeit with assistance, Hiko still called him 'baka deshi.' Hiko must have been one hell of a master.

Sano swung his mino off his shoulders and placed it on top of Kenshin. "Here, this oughta help some, at least until we get back." Hiko grunted something Sano couldn't understand. Somehow, he didn't think it was thanks.

The rest of the walk back to the dojo was marked by silence. Kenshin never came to his senses enough to carry on a coherent exchange, and Hiko wasn't what you would call a talkative person. Sano tried to drag him into conversation several times before Hiko finally stopped even pretending to hear him. It was a relief for both of them when the dojo hove into sight.

Wanting everyone to know as soon as possible that they were back, Sano announced their arrival when they started down the row of cherry trees in a booming voice that would have made Pavarotti jealous.

It wasn't long before Misao, one arm in a sling, came running out, skidding to a halt just outside the gate. Spotting Kenshin, she jumped in the air several times while shouting her relief before running back in, yelling excitedly, "Kaoru-san, Himura's back!" She could hardly contain her glee as she danced around the yard.

Busy scrubbing the floor just inside the shoji, Kaoru dropped the towel she had been using when Misao's incessant shouts reached her. She ran outside, hardly aware of the people following her. "Kenshin!" Kaoru's eyes scanned the yard. "Where are they?" She asked Misao, who was laughing happily.

"They're almost here, I saw them at the end of the cherry lane and Hiko-sama's there too, he's got Himura, I guess Sagara wasn't having much luck-" Kaoru tuned out the rest of Misao's long-winded sentence and continued out the gate in a run. Megumi had been right then about Hiko's intentions.

Kaoru crashed into Sano just as the trio turned to enter the dojo. Sano grabbed her shoulders so she wouldn't fall down. "Whoa Jou-chan, Kenshin's not going anywhere," He assured her. Getting her balance, Kaoru looked at Hiko, eyes shining appreciatively.

"Hiko-san-"

"You can thank me by taking this moron so I can have my cape back," Hiko interrupted. "It's freezing out here."

"Arigatou," Kaoru said anyway. She had expected him to wave away the thanks but not quite in that manner.

"Sanosuke?" Megumi said expectantly.

"Aah." Sano took Kenshin from his master and Hiko swung his cape back on. His mouth turned down with displeasure.

"It's wet."

000

Megumi took over as soon as Kenshin was brought inside, giving orders left and right. She was in her element now. "Sanosuke, bring Ken-san into the room back here, we can use the bench as a bed." Megumi scooted in ahead of him and laid a blanket across the bench, motioning for Sano to lay Kenshin down and saying afterwards, "Now get my things, and you can start boiling water afterwards. Keep it coming." Sano left immediately and Megumi knelt down next to the makeshift bed, giving more orders to the others hovering nearby as she carefully detached the mino wrapped around Kenshin. His clothes were mostly in tatters.

"Kaoru-chan, go bring me some more blankets, as many as you can spare. Hiko-sama, if you could help me here . . ." Megumi had set the mino on the floor and quickly assessed Kenshin's injuries. "I need you to hold him up so I can get his shirt off. Just put one of your hands behind his head and the other–that's fine," Megumi said as Hiko placed his hand just underneath Kenshin's neck. She frowned slightly as her hand brushed Kenshin's skin. The expression didn't go unnoticed by Hiko.

"What is it?" He asked sharply, lowering Kenshin as Megumi pulled his gi to his waist.

"He's got a fairly high fever," Megumi said as Sano came in and sat her medical supplies at her side, taking a post against the wall the bench was against. "How did you find him?"

"In the river," Hiko said. "I don't know how long he was there." He paused, then added helpfully, "I think his left leg is broken,"

"Yes," Megumi said absently, "and his arm too. It wasn't just a glancing blow either."

"How can you tell?" Hiko asked as Kaoru came in, blankets under one arm, buckets in both of her hands.

"Easily in the arm's case. Anyone able to break Ken-san's sword arm would have to have a precise blow. His leg," Megumi surprised Hiko by taking his hand and laying it gently on Kenshin's leg, "had to have taken a direct hit because the bone is only broken in one place and it's a clean break. Feel it?"

Hiko nodded. "What will you do to fix it?" Somehow, Megumi felt like she was being interrogated.

"There's really not much I can do except set them and let the bone heal." She hated that the answer was so short but Hiko accepted it without difficulty.

"For a woman, you make a good doctor," He said, standing. "I feel confident my baka deshi will be in good hands."

"You're leaving?" Megumi asked with a trace of slyness. It always amazed her of the horrors men could see in battle without being fazed, yet let them watch any kind of operation and they couldn't take it.

"As I said, I'm sure you'll do a fine job. I'll check back later just to make sure though." And he walked out the door. Kaoru took his place, handing Megumi the blankets. Megumi only took one.

"Just set the rest over there, we'll use them after I take care of Ken-san." She took a bowl of hot water from Kaoru, and ripping a piece of the blanket she'd taken, soaked it in the water before beginning to clean the dried blood from the slashes Kenshin had received. Her three observers watched her every movement.

"Megumi-san, don't you think you should put something on him? He looks cold." Kaoru asked as Kenshin gave a brief shiver.

"You think I would let Ken-san freeze?" Megumi asked sharply. "It's just the fever, he's warm enough now. I still have more work to do, and until I finish I can't have clothes in my way." Megumi was sickened to see all the injuries Kenshin had but it was nothing compared to what he had looked like when he had returned from his battle with Shishio. She knew he would recover from this.

Just over an hour later Megumi finished cleaning Kenshin's wounds, wrapping the worst ones, and told Sano to tear the remainder of the blanket she'd been using in half. He obliged, asking, "What now?"

"Setting the arm," Megumi replied, wiping the cold sweat from Kenshin's body as she'd done twice earlier. His temperature had risen in the past hour and that worried her. There was nothing to do about it at the moment except work as fast as she safely could. Megumi turned to Sano and Kaoru before starting to work. "It's hard for people to watch this sometimes," She said as a word of warning. "Whatever Ken-san does though, he can't feel anything right now."

"What the hell is he gonna do?" Sano muttered. "Yell at you? He's out cold."

Megumi ignored him and took Kenshin's broken arm, straightening it. Kenshin flinched involuntarily.

"Sanosuke, could you hold his arm here for me?" She asked sweetly. Sano looked at her and took Kenshin's arm cautiously. He started when Kenshin moaned, twisting. "Get a good grip," Megumi said. Sano scowled at her and placed a hand on Kenshin's chest to stop him from twisting.

"Megumi," Sano looked concerned, "Kenshin's pretty damn hot,"

"I know, I'm almost done," Megumi said, starting to wrap the bandage around Kenshin's arm. "Hold him Sano!" Kenshin was making a violent effort to pull away.

"I've got him," Sano said, trying not to further injure the rurouni in an effort to keep him still. Kenshin may not have been large but his strength wasn't lacking.

Kaoru almost turned away but found for some reason that she couldn't. Megumi got Kenshin's arm wrapped tightly and then placed a sling around it. "Kaoru-chan," Megumi wiped her forehead and Kenshin relaxed as her treatment stopped, breathing heavily. Megumi could feel the hot, dry breath on her arms. "Get some wet towels and hold them on Ken-san's forehead and chest. His fever needs to come down." Kaoru nodded. "Sano, the same with the leg," Megumi said, pushing Kenshin's hakama up to his thighs. "Try not to let him kick me."

"Sure," Sano said.

Wrapping the leg went much easier, which Megumi was thankful for. It could have been much worse. She gave a satisfied sigh when she'd finished. Kaoru was still holding the wet towels to Kenshin's chest and head. "I don't think he's as hot," She said when Megumi went to feel him.

"No, he's not, thank goodness. You can bring the blankets now Kaoru-chan." While Sano lifted when needed, the two girls wrapped the pile of blankets around Kenshin. "He should be fine for now," Megumi said when they'd finished. "I'll check in every couple of hours."

"I can stay and-"

"Kaoru-chan," Megumi held her hand up. "Get some sleep, you've been up all night. Ken-san wouldn't want you wearing yourself out like this."

"I guess so," Kaoru said. "Megumi-san, I know it's not enough but-"

"Good night, Tanuki-chan," Megumi said, shoving her out the door and shaking her head as Kaoru stumbled to her room. "The things she would do for Ken-san . . ."

Sano nodded. "Well, I'm going to crash too Megumi. Thanks for taking care of my hand."

"Save it," Megumi said. "Besides, this is the LAST time! If you use that hand again–"

"I know, I know. Still," Sano looked over at the red-haired swordsman, sleeping deeply. "If it came down to helping Kenshin . . ."

Megumi growled with worn out patience. "Fine, ruin it, but don't expect me to able to do anything about it once you do." She gave Kenshin a last check, then said, "I'm going to take a rest, and you should too." Sano wasn't going to argue with that. Telling Kenshin ja na, just in case he could hear, he walked to his room.

000

Kenshin woke up slowly, not ready yet to come out of the warm place where he'd been resting. There was all the more reason to resist wakefulness when he became aware of the dull pain coursing through his body, concentrated mostly in his arm and leg. Memory came rushing back to him though and not quite remembering what had happened to him last, what he had dreamed and what he hadn't, Kenshin tried to sit up and see where he was. His body thought the movement too abrupt apparently, because he felt sick as soon as he moved his head a millimeter. Or maybe it was as soon as that severe pain had run up his arm. Or maybe–

Thinking wasn't helping, so Kenshin stopped, not daring to open his eyes now in thoughts that just the sight of something might make him feel worse. Somewhere in between all of that, he picked up on a familiar presence, kenki radiating strongly. " . . ." Kenshin could hardly feel his tongue it was so dry. He tried to gather some spit and was at least successful in making a sound on his next try. "Sh'sho,"

"Finally decided to wake up? Pretty inconsiderate of you, sleeping for so long," Kenshin waited for the inevitable baka deshi tacked on to the end of the sentence. "Kenshin."

That seemed an appropriate moment to give opening his eyes a try, so he did. His master was sitting on a block of wood a foot away. "Shishou," Kenshin tried the name again. It almost sounded normal. "Where­–?"

"Where do you think? The Kamiya girl's. In fact, she told me I'd better get her if you woke up. Which I think I'll go do right now because your friends are the noisiest bunch of people I've ever been with." He stood up, looking at Kenshin. "I'm glad you woke up Kenshin,"

"Shishou–" Kenshin was almost fooled into thinking his master had a heart after all, until he finished his sentence.

"Because you owe me a new cape. This thing has your blood all over it." Kenshin noticed the numerous bloodstains for the first time. Hiko was right, the cape now resembled a two-toned tie-dye shirt.

"You're the one who let me use it," Kenshin said, annoyed.

"I told you not to drip on it," Hiko replied, as if that settled the matter. "Well, I guess I should have expected it. Someone who doesn't even have the sense to bring a coat–"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Kenshin asked, thinking it would be nice if his shishou left to get Kaoru at that moment.

"Never mind. Try to stay awake until your friends get here." Hiko slipped out the door before Kenshin could say anything else. Two minutes later, Kaoru was running into the room, followed closely by Megumi, Sano, Yahiko and Misao. Everyone started talking at once and Kenshin could see why his shishou thought they were so noisy. He liked it though. It was a good kind of noisy.

"Kenshin!" Kaoru was the first one at his side. "How's your arm?"

"It would be better if you let go," Kenshin said in a strained tone. Kaoru hadn't even realized she had grabbed his hand.

"Gomen! Kenshin, I'm so sorry–!"

"Ah, Kenshin can take it Jou-chan!" Sano said cheerfully, sitting on the bed with a thump that Kenshin could feel in his leg.

"Oro!"

"Right Kenshin?" Sano noticed Kenshin's swirling eyes. "Hey, I didn't hit your leg did I?" He was shoved off the bed by Megumi.

"Mou, you're going to make him worse!"

"I'm alright, de gozaru," Kenshin said dizzily.

"Kenshin!" It was Yahiko, shoving past Sano so he could see the rurouni. "I tried to get busu to let me help but she made me sit up all night instead! Make sure you tell her to let me do something next time!"

Kaoru was getting ready to strangle her student when Kenshin said, "It's better this time that you stayed here."

"Ha, way to go Himura!" Misao said, sticking her tongue out at Yahiko. "I told him it wasn't a job for little kids who think they're samurai to stick their noses into."

"Yeah? Well it's definitely not for little girls who try to act like they're some hot-shot ninja!" Yahiko shot back.

"Kora! Watch it, you punk swordsboy! This ninja could pound you into the dust with just one hand!"

"Misao-dono-"

Yahiko snarled angrily, saying before Kenshin could finish, "Yeah? Try and do it!" There was a collective sigh of relief when the two ran from the room, shouting insults.

"Good riddance," Sano said, closing the shoji after them. Kenshin started to sit up, having had enough of laying and doing nothing.

"Ken-san," Megumi said in an alarmed voice as he almost fell forward. Kenshin steadied himself though, aided by Kaoru's hand on his shoulder. "I know you're not going to stay in bed like you should, but please try not to overexert yourself," Megumi said. "It's my responsibility as a doctor to make sure you take care of yourself."

Kenshin gave his warm yet distant smile. "Hai de gozaru!" Feeling steadier now, he asked, "Was Saitou and Aoshi's plan successful?"

"Sure was!" Sano said. "Saitou should have given me a better detail though. Sounded like the governor's was a real hell-hole."

Taking turns, getting into occasional disputes about what had happened when exactly, the three of them relayed what had happened to the Heaven's Judges and everyone else while Kenshin had slept for two days. Katsura had left the day Kenshin had been brought back, saying how sorry he was for all the trouble and insisting that they all come visit him once he got settled again. Aoshi had wanted to get back to Kyoto ('meditation duty called,' Sano put in sarcastically) but Misao had refused to leave until Kenshin had at least woken up, so Aoshi had appeased her. Saitou had been wrapping up loose ends, taking care of arresting the remnant Heaven's Judges forces at Nishiyama-ya and helping to fix the damage done at the bridge and the other government buildings.

"How is everyone else?" Kenshin asked as they finished.

"Relatively well," Kaoru said. "Everyone had some injuries. Misao broke her arm and Sano busted his hand pretty bad again but they're fine as you can see."

"Good." A thought occurred to Kenshin. No one had mentioned what his shishou was doing. He was surprised he was still there even.

"Hiko-sama said he was leaving as soon as you paid him for his cape," Kaoru said, as if reading Kenshin's mind.

"Did he?" Kenshin asked slightly peeved. "Well tell him it'll be a while even though it's not my fault. He should take some responsibility."

"I heard that." Hiko stepped into the room, enjoying Kenshin's startled stare.

"Shishou, what are you doing lurking around in the doorway?" Hiko looked at his cape, holding his arms out for everyone to see.

"That Makimachi girl did a surprisingly good job cleaning this," He said. "I would never have guessed she could sit still long enough to do it." His cape was once again as white as the day he had given Kenshin his name. "And I wasn't 'lurking' in the doorway baka deshi, I was coming to let you know that because I'm so generous you don't have to worry about getting me a new cape."

"Thanks," Kenshin muttered with barely concealed sarcasm.

Everyone face-faulted as Hiko said, "That doesn't mean you can forget about the other things you owe me, like that lunch from last week and the help I gave you on marriage."

"But you weren't going to eat it anyway and I don't need your help to marry Kaoru-dono!" Kenshin protested. He saw the devious gleam in Hiko's eye too late.

"Can't you take a joke Kenshin?"

The rurouni's face flamed as he realized what he'd just said. His shishou had succeeded in embarrassing him again, for the countless time. "Oro . . ." He said weakly, wishing he had some excuse to pass out. Maybe he could just pretend.

"Well, I'll leave you to finish your conversation," Hiko said flashing a charming grin at Kaoru as he walked out. Sano slapped Kenshin on the back, nearly sending the rurouni to the floor.

"Ha, nice one Kenshin!" Kenshin just stared at the floor miserably, thinking what he was supposed to tell Kaoru.

ikuso - let's go

ja na - later, yo (this is really informal)

kora - hey!

taishou - leader, boss

yare yare - used to express mild or mock exasperation

Hm, so maybe I should have had Hiko just slaughter them all? Heh, but I wasn't too sure if his character would actually do that so I decided the Heaven's Judges would live. I'm so bad at ending stories. Really, this isn't quite over yet, stay tuned. But still . . .

Heh, you make me laugh Stella-neko! You must be pre-med or something. Ah, is to Kenshin's leg . . . it's his left. I purposefully left that up in the air. I'm not really sure why, I just thought it would be a good idea at the time.