Disclaimer: I own all the characters I use in my stories! I am kidding, if only that were true then I could save them from . . . well yea. Rurouni Kenshin and its characters do not in fact belong to me.

I am sorry it has taken me so long to update or post, but I've been feeling unmotivated. I've been in Japan a year now and its been an amazing ride so far. Things have happened in my life and with the Rurouni Kenshin verse and I decided to take a break.

This is the second part to my last chapter. I am sorry if it seems choppy. I tried to give Saitou and Okita the sense of humour of thirteen year old boys.

Reviews are always loved and appreciated!

"You're lucky you know."

Saitou turned to the other boy in the room, Okita, and scoffed. "That's my line."

Okita wrinkled his nose at the unoriginal line, and then gave his own unoriginal statement. "If that's the lie you need to tell yourself to sleep at night."

"I don't need to lie." Saitou smirked in that way that always bothered his mother. "I was winning."

"HA! I must have hit you harder than I thought! You're delusional!"

"As if." Saitou repeated his sister's favourite comeback. Then because he knew it would annoy the other boy, he said no more.

Okita blinked, and waited. And waited. Then when it became obvious that he wasn't going to say anything more he said, "I was winning. If you hadn't started the fight I would be champion right now."

Saitou crossed his arms, and with his usual smirk said, "If that's the lie you need to tell yourself."

The two boys continued to throw quips at one another. Earlier they had faced each other in the kendo tournament. It had been an exciting match, that is, until it had turned to a brawl. No one, not even the boys, were exactly sure how or who had started it. It had taken Hijikata and Yamanami to pull them off each other. Now they were sitting in some back room with tea before them waiting to be dismissed.

Okita had rarely seen Hijikata so angry as he yelled at them. It had been disgraceful and embarrassing, but he couldn't quite regret it. For some reason it felt like he had made a friend. Sure, that friend had tried to punch his nose in, but that just made him more interesting.

"So . . . how long have you been practicing?"

Saitou narrowed his eyes and turned to Okita, "Years."

" . . . Are you always this vague?"

"Yes."

". . . You're annoying."

"Not as annoying as your face."

"My sister says I am cute!"

"She was being nice."

"Wanna go to the arcade?"

Saitou blinked, completely thrown by the rapid turn of topic. He wasn't sure how or why but it felt like he had made a friend. "Sure."

"Great! You can meet Tokio. She's another one of my friends."

"Is she like you?"

"Why does that matter?"

"One of you is more than enough."

"I think you'll like her. She's feisty."

"Whatever dude."

Authors notes:

More notes. I am not exactly happy with this chapter but really I just wanted to write something. I am so out of practice right now.