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Is this Real?

The chapter is a fast passed one that goes over a 2-mouth time. So we can get to the good stuff!

Wolf in all definitions felt like shit, her head was spiking, the scar ache, and the body wanted to throw up. Which all together set the young girl into a bad mood. Warmth gentle touched her skin, and now and then a temperate breeze hit her. It felt like soft dirt had cushioned the landing. Wolf knew she was outside, but how in the seven hells was it spring. Last she knew it was fall, and a very icy fall to boot.

Her blue eyes fluttered open, a trees lush green leaves filtered the sunlight. Causing a web of shadow and light in which she lay. Carefully Wolf moved each limp, nothing was broken. Sitting up slowly, her head was spinning but soon stopped. Legs proved a little more trying to get under the spinning street fighter. And after a few almost falling to the earth, she was able to stand. Taking in where she had landed.

The jaw hit the ground so to speak. A dojo? Here? How? All these thoughts landed into her mind. It was truly an old time dojo, in a fashion of Japan. From the paper walls, to the roof. Wolf sat back down in a shocked way. None of this shit made any sense to the girl. Still the biggest shock game from the front gate. A woman in a teal green kimono walked though, her black blue locks held back in a high ponytail and bow. Gentle blue eyes shone in the light flawless skin of youth. She was de in built, but firm from her hours of kendo. The woman known as Kaoru. Wolf waited for the woman to see her, but nothing happened? How, she sat up, following the woman and still wondering what the hell was going on. Then the nail hit the head, Kaoru closed the door, right as Wolf walked though it. It would seem the young teen was a ghost.

Wolf was not only back in time, she was a freaking ghost. She yelled and kicked things, which did nothing to the earth.

But like anything she had done her whole life. Learn to deal it, and see what happens.

Three weeks went by in the dojo, and Wolf got to know each of the people who lived there. Still the shock of seeing Kenshin for the first was a real impact to the young teen. Or how he clean and cook so much was still a shock to see. Yahiko was as she thought he was, a little scraper with a temper to end it all. More then once, she watched him fight with the Roaster head Sano, or the Raccoon girl, as Kenshin would bring back peace.

Yep, her world had gotten fucked up in a major way. Not until later did Wolf find a way to move something. Kenshin was doing the laundry again; now then his lilac eyes would look up. The feeling on someone there had been going for a little while to the samurai. Wolf took note of this. He knew she was there, and as time passed, she was starting to get Japanese at a slow pace. Leaves fell around the two, Wolf reached out, poking at one, And in wonder, it moved! Landing on Kenshin's head, his eyes once looked around, for a moment catching a shadow of someone, then gone in a blink.

Wolf stood in shock of this moment. She could move things! Jumping and yelling at the top of her lungs. Even too dancing on the roof of the dojo, making the red headed samurai looking around, and sweat dropping as if hearing things again. One thing Wolf found out again by accent, she could follow them outside the dojo, as long as she stayed near the people. If more then ten feet away, she popped back to her now home.

Often she followed them, in a group by themselves. Sano giving her the most amusement with his habits of gambling and other misdeeds. And he had a great body to look at.

Sano had deduced to take a bath at the dojo one day. With a very eager Wolf watching. As the mist wield around the two. Sano looked up, seeing a woman outline in mist. His eyes double to size. Yelling he ran from the bathroom, nude, Wolf blinked, a sweat drop forming on her head.

'Sano, what's wrong?' Kauro ran out seeing the naked man before her. Both realized the Roaster head was naked beyond any moment so with much bashing and yelling later. A wheeling eye Sano laid in the dirt, gushing blood from his head wound, and a towel to cover his…. things.

Wolf looked at her again, she even walked thought the walls. She was still transparent. How Sano had seen the young the woman puzzled her. Yet it seem the only person knew he was around was Kenshin more then once, the samurai would looked up, as if knowing something was there. And in her diction as well. This small thing of being seen now then was happened a lot to her these days. Often, one them might see an outline, a shadow, or a voice, then gone.

Also Wolf could now hit people. Yahiko now and then might short of his storks or housework, and would get a flick in the head, His eyes growing wide in terror, looking around wildly to fine the souses. Hearing an almost devilish laughter.

' I think this place is haunted.' The young trainees spit out over dinner. All of the Kenshin-gumi looked up.

' He right' A slight blue spreading on his face from the bathroom event. Could only nod, stuffing her face as usually.

Kenshin kept quite, letting the thee talk about this so-called ghost. His mind traveling back when he gone to cook lunch, a tap on his shoulder lead him from a daydream to an all most burned rice. This person was not evil, more then once stopping the raccoon girl from totally recalling the food again. Wakening up Yahiko so he would be late, and getting Sano in check about his mouth. All the others stopped fighting if it was a demon, ghost, or something else, seeing the smile on the Rurouni's face.

'She is not evil, that she is not.'' He said, going back to the meal. Which ended that fight.

Wolf had laughed at the fight, yet hearing Kenshin say she was not evil. Made the now ghost a little weary about him. She leaned on the doorframe, letting the talking of the gami lulled her into a sleep.

More then once, Wolf watched them. One night, she saw the former hitokiri sneaking out from the dojo. What was he up too? Got the better of the street fighter, following her grandfather so to speak from the dojo into a filed in the back. He had been restless the past week it would seem. Over washing the cloths, Kauro now had a huge spot on her ass, which caused the event ' Bash the Rurouni on the head.'' Burning dinner, and running right into Tea, which caused some hot tea to spill on a man's lap. Wolf let loose a sweat drop at the memories. So now, here was the man, standing in a field, his right hand on the handle of the sakabao then he drew the blade, a gust of wind hitting the ghost . Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu Do Ryu San. Wolf fell from the force of the attack. Wolf, looked down, the earth crack from his hit. The speed alone and power of this normally peaceful man shocked her. This was swordsman of legend, Battosai. She turned on her heels running from him. Popping back to the dojo, reeling what she felt for the first time in years was fear and respect.

Kenshin as he had drawn in blade, saw for a moment in the shadow of the moon. A young girl, no more then by the looks 13 years old. A pair of blue eyes flashed in the light. Red hair out lined a sharp face, and then she was gone, leavening a shocked Kenshin standing in the glade. Wondering what he had saw.

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Just want to thank the ppl for the reiews

Sano; Hey, why i am running nude!

BB;I wanted you too, and anway its not you like much to show below the belt bird brain

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