LYK OMG!11!ONE! I just got my Shinsengumi poster in the mail, and some of their heads are practically LIFE-SIZE! GO WATSUKI POSTERS AND THAT ONE WEBSITE! Augh, Crispy went into "Freak out like a preppy girl" mode again… -.-"" Let's hope Houji isn't anywhere nearby… (glances to either side cautiously…) OK, GOOD! n.n …In this chapter, Crispy will try to stop the "script-style" dialogue thing as much as possible… to (fail to) combat laziness… and to pretend to be doing homework… Oh, by the way! Did you hear? Psycho-san (Psycho Sword Lady) is making an animation of this fanfic! 0.0 Isn't that so cool? (starts hyperventilating) THANK YOU SO MUCH PSYCHO-SAMA! It's going to be on The-Oro (dot) com! (Fanfic won't let me post actual website format... --U) Coolness, ne? n.n It feels so weird, though… what I've written will be… animated… what I'm writing NOW will probably be animated… (The story, that is, not Crispy's random prattling…--U) I'll try to make it easy to animate…! (And fail, but… Crispy hopes you will forgive her for that…)

Disclaimer: I don't own Ditech, the Juppongatana, Rurouni Kenshin, Bob Bobson, Yugioh, Hikaru no Go, Bob Barker, Batman, or Seta Sojiro. Currently trying to fix that last one… failing… (sob)

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The week following Usui's party, things had mostly gone back to normal… however, the word "normal" can very rarely be applied to the typical and everyday lives of everyone's favorite off-key assassins, more commonly known as the Juppongatana. Therefore, our "story" continues in whatever way "normal" could be used to describe anything in this sad, plotless fanfic that you have miraculously endured henceforth…

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Sojiro glanced around nervously. Left, right. Good. Usui was nowhere in "sight." The Tenken turned back to the pile of Usui's belongings he was rooting through, desperate to find the Starbucks coupons he had mysteriously misplaced. His hand fell across something he wasn't expecting, though—"My Diary… by Ounoma Usui."

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Chou shivered. It wasn't Kamatari's empty death threats this time, or anything else. It was the fact that he'd been sacked. Yes, after months of driving the other members out of their occasionally either bald, bandana'ed, hotel-lobby-plant'ed, and spiky-haired heads, they'd finally had enough. So, Chou was out on the streets of Kyoto, without a job. He yawned, leaning against a wall, contemplating the whereabouts of his next meal. And himself, come to think of it. The last time he'd been in the Kyoto streets, he had his ass kicked by a pony-tailed girly-man. Then again, back at the Shrine of the 6.657834685743845673482222 arches, he'd had his ass kicked by a stick-swinging gay. Not exactly enviable. Then again, it's Chou, right? (Narrator Crispy: stupid bastard…) Chou grumbled at the slightly-more-than-silent comment by Narrator Crispy, and sloshed on through the puddles in the street. Suddenly, he spotted something that made his eyes light up—an inn! And an inn… meant sake. And they were also fairly easy to skip out of, if a certain Tori-Atama can be used as a precedent... Chou looked at the sign: "'Aoi-ya'…" he muttered as he walked on in. "What a weird name for an inn…"

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Usui was off gallivanting around the shrine, occasionally running into a mindless lackey or two. (Narrator Crispy: mindless lackeys are COOL! n.n) Besides the almost incessant grumbling from the aforementioned, the only sound to break the silence was the cheery whistling of the Shingan Chef as he sauntered off to the kitchen. With Iwanbo gone and Chou fired, the Shrine of the 6.really-huge-decimal-thingy-whatever wasn't as bad as it typically was… But then again, as long as the Blindsword had a spatula, potatoes, and a microwave, life was good. "Hmmm…" He pondered while slicing up radishes for his Blindbread™, a "trademarked" Usui invention. Right up there with Shingan Salad™, Mustache Muffins™, and Heart's Eye-ce cream™. And Shish(io) Kebab. "I wonder if I should continue to call myself the 'Blindsword,'" He mused… "After all, I fight with a spear, don't I? But then again… I find myself fighting less and less lately… Am I gaining weight…?" He gasped, almost dropping his spatula in horror. "Or maybe I should change my name to something like Usui, the Blindbaker! …Or Usui, the Blindchef! …OH! I got it! Usui, the Blindspatula! And I can become a professional frycook! Like Spongebob! And I can live in a pineapple, and become square, and turn into a sponge, and have squirrel friends, and catch jellyfish, and name my pet snail Gary…" He now lay twitching on the kitchen floor, pondering the possible outcomes while rubbing his hands together and cackling like a madman. (Shishio: HEY! That's SO my description! Crispy! (eyes glow purple in anger) Crispy: 0.0 Oro… should I start running for my life now…?) The newly-dubbed Blindspatula had a sudden realization—he'd never be able to fry food without grease, oil, or other fast-food-esqueness! (Ehe, another new word… -.-') And that… required a trip to everyone's "favorite" greasy fast-food heart-attack-on-a-bun, McDonalds! Thus, Usui departs on a sacred journey…

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Diiiiing-dooooooong… Shishio rose to answer the doorbell, pausing only momentarily to wonder since when the door to the shrine had a doorbell, in the first place. "HEY!" He yelled, oddly reminiscent of Navi from Zelda: Ocarina of Time. (A/N: Auugh, another random obscure reference… forgive Sessha, kudasai!) "Whoever you are, tax collectors, girl-scouts, door-to-door air filter salesmen, whatever! READ THE SIGN!" (Points with one of his particularly burnt hands) (Quoting Pu-chan again… WHEN WILL IT END…?) The two distraught salespeople who just so happened to be standing outside the door exchanged shifty glances, and read the sign: "Shrine of the Soon-To-Be-Seven Arches—Trespassers, solicitors, businessmen, politicians, Kenshin-lookalikes, Tori-Atamas, Zoloft-lacking ex-Shinsengumi policemen, Zoloft-lacking ex-ninja dudes in trenchcoats, and guys named Houji will be terminated in the least humane way that the supreme proprietor of this fine, if not thoroughly complete, establishment, the strong, kind, brilliant, merciful, pleasant, awesome, good-looking, perfect, modest, god of a man, Shishio Makoto, sees fit. No mindless lackeys were executed in the making of this sign." The two salesmen faltered—both of them fit into at least one category. This might not be good, as Sagara Sanosuke, Ditech salesperson extraordinaire, was quick to mention. The other befuddled, unsure insurance dude, Tsukioka Tsunan, alias Katsu, quickly reached into his Ditech briefcase and pulled out two wigs and a pair of fake mustaches just as the door swung open. "You're still here…" Came Shishio's ominous voice from behind the crack in the door. "Enter… if you dare…" Sano and Katsu swallowed nervously. Was this such a good idea after all? "Anything for car insurance, Sano! Anything for car insurance!" Sano fidgeted and hesitated for a moment longer, but because Crispy wants to get back to writing about Soji-kun, both Sano and Katsu walk right in, completely "oblivious" to the danger signal that kept flashing in their Crispy-controlled heads. (Sano: (steps forward with difficulty) Curse you… Crispy…)

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Sojiro regarded the messy paper skeptically. He squinted and might have been able to make out a word or two, but… let's just say that the newly-dubbed Blindspatula's penmanship was far from enviable. "To my future self: The audio recording of my diary can be found, with much toil and difficulty on my part, in my eyepatch drawer. Signed, your past self." Sojiro paused only a moment to wonder why a blind guy would write himself a memo about how to find something, but decided the many mysteries of the Shingan chef were far too many to ponder. Searching only momentarily for Usui's eyepatch drawer, (the rest smelled strongly of rotting food, most probably brought there by Blindspatula-san from his kitchen of doom, and forgotten…) He opened it to find every single eyepatch Usui had ever worn… the 'Breakfast Cereal' one, the 'Commemoration of Shaving Off Your Uni-Stache' one, (A uni-stache is like a mustache that is 1, as opposed to 2, sections. Comparable to a unibrow and an eyebrow, I guess…) the 'I was Blinded by Shishio and Lived' one, (This one was complimentary) the '11th Place at the Ironclad Chef Cook-off' one, (Staged at the scenic Rengoku wreckage) the 'Hide & Seek Champion' one, the 'B.S. Championship 1st Place' memorial eyepatch, (A shared award between Aoshi, Sojiro, and Usui… y'know, Usui could tell if they were cheating, Aoshi has no facial expression WHATSOEVER, Soji-kun's always smiling…? …Yeah. Weird. And stuff.) and even several assorted collections of Monty Python movie books and volumes 1, 2, and 4 of Hikaru no Go. Sojiro paused to wonder whether or not Usui's blindness would impede his Go playing talents before shaking his head and moving on, picking up the only thing even remotely of interest—a bright acid green cassette player with a similarly colored tape messily labeled with one of those silvery-white sharpie thingies. Sojiro pressed the buttons on the "diary" until he finally found a way to rewind it. Poor Soji-kun's jaw dropped as the recording played… the theme song from Gilligan's Island! DUN DUN DUUUUUN… after painfully enduring the song, Sojiro gasped as an oddly familiar voice began to speak…

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The aptly-named Broomhead ambled into the inn, looking carefully for any sign of life, or, more importantly, sake. "Hello-o-o…" He called out in his ridiculous and ever-mysterious southern accent. "Anybody here…? Any free sake for uh… a raggedy old hobo?" (attempts to pull randomly appearing torn up ski cap over broomlike head) Hearing the curious dialect of everyone's favorite broomhead/complete baka, the head of one particularly weasel-like shinobi poked around the corner… fortunately for the broom-baka, however, Misao-kun's memory was nearly as bad as her temper. Unfortunately, however, Misao hated hobos. And, more importantly, those raggedy ski caps. Oooooohhh, those ski caps.

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Bob Bobson sat at his counter/desk/whatever at McDonalds, pondering #1, why he was even in this fic, and #2, pondering why his name was Bob Bobson. Another of life's mysteries. And, almost as if on cue, (Which he was, 'cause this is a fanfic…) one of life's greatest mysteries stumbled into the door. Literally. Usui shook his head before remembering to actually open it this time, and walked on in. He stumbled, bumped, and tripped his way to what he presumed to be the counter before yelling out into empty space for service. Mr. Bobson walked up to the counter and spun Usui around to face him. "Sir…? Sir…? Uh, would you like to order…?" Just then, Bob saw Usui's face, and inched away in horror… not only was he some creepy blind guy with an eyepatch and a creepy haircut, he had a freakin' mustache! (Kami knows how much Bob Bobson fears mustaches) Mr. Bobson flinched as Usui began fishing an ingredients list out of his mysteriously-appearing pocket. "Um, sir…? This is a fast food establishment…" Usui 'glared' in indignation. "I know that, YOU BAKA! NOW, fetch me these ingredients while you still have your HEAD!" He screamed, thrusting the messily scribbled-on paper in the face of the unfortunate employee, who took the list and backed away quickly… when he yelled, his mustache twitched… 0.o"" Usui meanwhile sat at a table waiting, having fun squishing together the ketchup packets… (Crispy: That's actually kinda fun…n.n)

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Sagara Sanosuke and Tsukioka Tsunan stumbled into the entranceway of the Shrine of the -Blah- Arches only to witness the single scariest sight they had ever seen… A disgruntled Shishio was playing Pin-the-Tail-on-the-Battousai with Yumi and Houji, (who were letting him win, of course.) Kamatari was giving himself a pedicure, and Henya was watching old reruns of Hamtaro. The scariness. Henya's voice cut through the 'serene' environment…

"Let's make a wish ­ ooh, ooh

Make it come true

Singing along with us is all you do!

Come on and do your very best, ooh, ooh

Get a hundred on your test

All of your dreams will come true

Come on and . . .

Sing this secret spell ­ it's just for you

Think of all the luck we'll bring

Hamtaro will know just what to do

This will be our song, come on and sing . . .

Snoozer, Penelope, Panda, Howdy, Oxnard Bijou & Boss let's go!

Zersnoo, Pepenelo, Sobs, Dapan, Dehow Nardox Joubi & Hamtaro!"

Kamatari mustered a smile toward the mustachio-ed 'strangers.' "Is this scary or what…?" He paused to continue painting his toenails with his new favorite color, Chartreuse/Jade/Forest/Grass/Pine/Lime. "He's been watching that same damn show for 3 weeks now… hasn't moved from that screen for an instant…"

"YA, YA, YA, YA, YA, OOH LA, LA, LA, LA! YA, YA, YA, YA, OOH LA, LA!"

Katsu looked at Kamatari with a combination of confusion, fear, skepticalness, and just plain creeped-outedness… "But wouldn't he need to eat after a while…? Or drink? Or anything?" Kamatari shook his head gravely. "I tried asking him a couple days ago…"
FLASHBACK! (And temporary return to script-style writing)

Henya: Little hamsters, big adventures, HAM-HAM-HAMTARO!

Kamatari: O.o" Um… Henya? You've been here for 6 days now… don't you need food, or something…?

Henya: Food…? What is this… food?

Kamatari: (sweatdrop)…

Sojiro: (randomly runs in) OOH! I HAVE CAKE!
Kamatari: OOH! CAKE!

END FLASHBACK… for lack of cake…

Katsu blinked…"I see…" (Crispy: IT'S AN USUI MOMENT!) Sano nudged Katsu and opened up their Ditech briefcase to pull out a bunch of official-looking documents about car insurance. "Are you paying too much for your car insurance? Switch to Ditech today, and save 50 on your next 10 payments!"

"Lost another loan to Ditech!" said the random Ditech ad guy as he defied the space-time continuum and stood in the room for about 5 seconds before vanishing and reappearing on your TV screen to torment you with one of those annoyingly persistent Ditech commercials. wOOt.

Shishio blinked confusedly. "Ummm, you guys realize that the only one here who has a car is him?" He pointed with one of his crispy fingertips to a randomly-appearing door, which Bob Barker magically jumped out of. "It's a NEW CAAAAAAAARRRRRR!" He exclaimed, pointing to the door excitedly… it now had engine noises and fancy flashing lights issuing from deep within… followed by one of those creepy studio audience applause signs. Yumi shook her head gravely. "I swear, if the space-time continuum is violated one more time, I—"

"MUFFINNNNNS!" Screamed Seto Kaiba as he ran through the room blindfolded before falling into a bowl of raspberry punch and was never seen again…

If Shishio was the Oro-ing kind of guy, he would have Oro-ed himself into oblivion by now. "Okaaaaay…(Suppressed 'Oro') This is getting too random even for a Crispy fic… and that says a lot…"

Suddenly, a waterfall burst through the roof and Houji riding a bright orange paisley Kayak fell through on a cascade of water. "WOOOOOOHOOOOO! Ride the Kaaaaaaayyyyyyaaaaaak!"

Everyone sweatdropped as Houji smashed into the ground and died before he resurrected himself somehow, but was knocked down again by everyone else as they decided to rediscover their Irish roots by dancing a jig on the crumbling mess that was Houji's kayak. "MY ANT FARM!" Houji cried in distress before pulling one of those rectangular glass ant farm boxes out of the somehow smoldering kayak ruins. "NOOOOOO!" He screamed, running off to his room to read YM and huggle his gorilla plushie collection. Sano and Katsu slowly backed out the door. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all…

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An adolescent Usui's high-pitched, cracking voice began to speak, much to the horror of Tenken-sama, who was now staring at the annoyingly bright green cassette player like it had some kind of noxious disease… with Usui's stuff, you could never be too careful… "Today, Mommy and Daddy got me a present!" The eerily familiar voice then let out what was probably supposed to be an excited laugh… it sounded more like a cross between screaming Redead, Saizuchi playing the harmonica, and Chou rubbing a cheese grater on his hair… very troubling, indeed… "It's a Game Boy DS! It has two screens, and I get to play Super Chubby Italian Guy 64 whenever and wherever I want! YAAAAyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeee!" Sojiro chucked the recorder across the room in fear… it was obviously demonic… Unfortunately, the tape got stuck when it hit the wall, and kept rolling Usui's creepy hyper cheering voice over and over and over… Sojiro jammed a hand over one ear, and grabbed his katana with the other. "CREEPY SATANIC TALKING BOX MUST DIYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He screamed, bashing it with his katana. About a minute later, Sojiro flopped down exhausted, and looked at the smoldering wreckage of the tape recorder with a smile… the tape recorder was weak. It had died. All was good as Sojiro walked slowly from the room. So, that's how Usui really went blind… Sojiro shivered. What an ordeal… he would need to drain half of Shishio-san's cappuccino supply to get over this… Usui's creepy shrieking voice… shudder. He poured himself some coffee in his special custom-made 8-gallon coffee mug. And refilled. And refilled. It was going to be a long night… at least there were anime reruns. Everyone loves late night anime reruns. Especially with caramel-corn, coffee, and free pie. FREE PIE! (yay! n.n)

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Chou winced as Itachi began chucking kunai at his head. Or, more specifically, his hat. "HOBO, HOBO, HOBO, HOBO, HOBOOOOOOO! DIE, DIE, DIE!" Chou was not only creeped out and practically a human pincushion, but there was something about this admitably midgetly (try saying that 5 times fast! 0.o) shinobi that seemed reaaaaaally familiar… Suddenly, he remembered! "You're that admitably midgetly shinobi! The one with Battousai and that cute little kid…" Misao-san's eyes widened. "I…i…i...IT'S CHOU OF THE JUPPONGATANAAAA!" She screamed, rocking back and forth slowly. Chou gulped nervously. She was anti-hobo, anti-broomhead, anti-Juppongatana, and blind drunk. (At a McDonalds far away, Usui sneezed) This could be bad. Deciding to act on whatever existing intelligence he had, (Which obviously wasn't very effective) the broomheaded Katanagari probably did the smartest thing he had ever done in his life—leave. Actually, more of 'run-for-my-life-before-this-admitably-midgetly-shinobi-puts-the-smackdown-on-me-and-clouts-me-halfway-to-Hell-and-back' than leave, but that's not the point... Well, that didn't work too well, he thought, plucking kunai from his Crisco-styled hair. I didn't even get any Sake… AND I'm still out of a job… He began to wander aimlessly, looking for a 'Help Wanted' sign in a window… (random sign suddenly appears) "Hey! A sign!" Chou read it and raised an eyebrow. "'Help wanted, cashier needed to stand around and look busy while in actuality accomplishing nothing. Job benefits available.' Hmm…" Thought Chou. It seemed to fit his credentials. Sweet. He walked on in, completely oblivious to what was going on inside…

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Usui heard the dingly bell thingy from the shop door ringing. He immediately jumped up. "IT'S THAT EVIL RINGING IN MY EARS! DIE, INFERNAL DINGLY BELL THINGY!" He screamed, blindly (--) whacking at his ears with clenched fists. (Most of the McDonalds customers had already run off in fear… as well as most of the workers… now, only Usui, Bob Bobson, and the broomhead that had just walked in remained… the last two already regretting their decision…) Chou looked at Usui with a creeped-out look on his face. "…Usui…?" 0.o Usui's nonexistent eyes widened. "It's YOU! THE BROOMHEAD! BROOOOMHEEEEEAAAAAAAAAD!" Bob Bobson was now officially scared beyond all reason. He darted for the window and jumped through, hurling plastic sporks behind him. Usui twitched as he was hit with a shower of flying plasticware. "HOLY SARDINES, BATMAN! WE'RE UNDER ATTAAAAAAAACK!" He screamed, trying to dive under a table but ending up whacking his head on the counter and knocking himself unconscious. Chou sweatdropped and began dragging the creepy blind guy back to the Shrine of the Who-Even-Gives-A-Damn-Anymore Arches. (After taking all the cash from the register, of course...) "Who knows, I might even be able to get my old job back…" Thought Chou hopefully. (We all know otherwise, tho'… Mufufufufu…)

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Shishio was eating cereal. Not just any kind of cereal, but his favorite—Battousai-O's! (Now with crunchy left shoulder bits! Guaranteed to remain pretty damn disgusting for long periods of time in milk! Available at Order today, or you may be next! (evil cackle)) After filling up a bowl, he sat there waiting for his coffee to brew… (Something seemed to have happened to his instant cappuccino supply, he could've sworn there was at least an 100-day supply in there this morning…) He grumbled angrily… How could so much coffee be gone after only 2 hours…? He would need to yell at Houji to buy some more… Just then, the door burst open and a mysterious figure stumbled in, twitching like crazy. Sojiro-sama had a creepy smile on his face, an empty coffee mug in one hand, and his eyes were huge, pupil-less, and shaking almost as badly as he was. "Hehehehe… cof..fee… hehehe… eheeheehehe… heheHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He laughed psychotically, sufficiently creeping out all the people in the vicinity. Kamatari raised one eyebrow. "So-kun…?" He was beginning to foam at the mouth... Houji suddenly understood: "Shishio-sama! I know what happened to all your coffee!" He shouted psychotically. "Sojiro must've gotten access to the cappuccino supply and drank it all!" Shishio almost spat out his spoonful of Battousai-O's. "AHA!" He yelled. "Houji, it was YOU! Just like last time! Always trying to point fingers at everyone else…" Even Yumi took her chance to yell at Houji: "Imagine, accusing poor, innocent So-chan! How dare you, you Michael Jackson impersonator!" Houji stared at them in indignation. "How could I have taken it! I was here playing pin-the-tail-on-the-Battousai the whole time!" "You could easily have had an accomplice! How could you be so cruel…!" Shishio had heard enough. "Houji, it's obvious that you were smuggling instant cappuccino from my personal stash! (Judge Judy voice) Thus, I sentence you to… work at a children's broadcasting company! Like PBS Kids! (A/N: Could you imagine Houji on Sesame Street? It'd give all those little kiddies nightmares for weeks… --U) You could start your own show teaching little kids financing, accounting, and how to grow mold on a business suit!" Houji paled. "But… Shishio-sama…" Shishio: (angry Kaoru eyes and fangs) JUST DO IT! Houji walked slowly and dejectedly out the door, already plotting the pilot episode of Houji and Friends, a creepy sitcom about a Michael Jackson impersonator and his pet ostrich, Clancy… Shishio smiled. He'd finally gotten rid of Houji, Chou, and Iwanbo. Sweet. Suddenly, a shout from Kamatari shook him out of his fantasy: "It's Sojiro! He's gone!"

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Crispy: Crispy's attempt at a cliffhanger! (Sorry this took literally forever to update…)

Sojiro: I had the worst part ever… first I had to suffer through Usui's childhood memories, then I was friggin' rabid…

Crispy: I'm sorry, Sojiro-sama… Crispy promises to give you a better part in the next chapter…

Henya: What about me? All I did was sit around singing the Hamtaro song!

Crispy: Well… um… I guess that was kinda weird…

Houji: And then you made me get sacked…

Chou: Same here… and you keep dissing on me every time you even mention my name…

Kamatari: And now you're writing me as a 'he' instead of a 'she…'

Crispy: ALRIGHT, I'M FRIGGIN' SORRY, OK? (dark muttering)

… at least I'm finally updating! Leave Crispy a review? Please? Or I'll have to bring back Houji in the next chapter… hehehehe…

Shishio: Oh, god… review, seriously… I don't think she's kidding… (shudder)

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Review responses! I've never done these before, and I figured I probably should… I'll put them by chapter, so…

Chapter 1:

Ms Cynical: Glad you like it! I agree, Sojiro-sama is the cutest ever! I'm not going to kill Saito-sama… he's one of my favorite characters now… kinda weird how I flip around so much… n.n I won't deny my craziness… Kami knows I'm insane… Or so the little voices tell me…

Subtle Illusions: Thanks, I know I'm insane…n.n Shishio would make such the funniest singer dude… have you heard Towa no Mirai? (It's one of the Ruroken ending themes) try to visualize Shishio-san singing that… it's scarier than Henya on Zoloft… n.n

KomoPineconeseed: Connie! I'm responding to your review! And stuff! …two words… Time Machine. n.n ehehehe… so happy you reviewed! (Don't worry, I have a worse memory than anybody in the world… trust me… n.n)

Chapter2:

Anime-Freak713: I updated. n.n

Chapter 3:

Alatril Carnesr: Thank you so much! n.n Ehehe, everyone loves Sojiro-sama… n.n thanks for adding me to favorite stories and stuff! Crispy feels so special… n.n

Chapter 4:

Alatril Carnesr: Vanilla Frappuccinos rock! n.n Satan the bagel… lol, sounds like an idea…! n.n I used the mouse idea, thanks! And my fic inspires people…! To try coffee! You won't regret it…! As Sojiro-sama and Shishio-san would agree: COFFEE ROCKS! n.n

Anime-Freak713: Thanks! And yeah… I have a lot of demented ideas like that… n.n

Chapter 5:

Alatril Carnesr: Ehe, don't worry about being behind on reviews, Crispy has her own bad habit of procrastinating for stuff like responding to emails, (cough) her reviews (cough) and reviewing stories… n.n

Anime-Freak713: I know how you feel about the voices… the voices are what persuaded me to try coffee originally… (nervous laugh) I'm glad you think I'm crazy, everyone should think that! n.n

Chapter 6:

Alatril Carnesr: Yes, very random! n.n Cappuccinos are awesome! NOOO, SOJIRO-SAMA… ; . ; … oh well… I call dibs after you! (psychotic laugh) n.n

Anime-Freak713: Himura-san is obsessed with bagels because of this one really demented story I wrote about a year ago, it was this really weird choose your own adventure style thing and you play as Kenshin, there's only one way you don't die (Out of like, 30 choices) and even then Kenshin goes insane and bagel obsessed… I could put up the link for it if you want, fanfic won't allow the format… ; . ; … it's really creepy, like with Jin-e the Sears air conditioning installer dude… n.n The fanclub is basically an anime fan club altogether, anyone can join whenever, you just pick a character you're a lot like, and represent them… it's scarily fun… (creepy laugh) n.n

Chapter 7:

Alatril Carnesr: Yay, Bagel-man is evil! EVIL! (holds up Death To Houji sign) Exams are annoying, Sessha knows… I wish I got a Sojiro under my Christmas tree… ; ;

Anime-Freak713: Thanks for the correction! n.n

Chapter 8:

Psycho Sword Lady: Hi, Psycho-san! I'm finally posting this… it's taken forever, sorry… I'll keep up the confusing randomness! (Seems to be the only thing Crispy is good at… n.n)

Soujiro's Girl: Thanks! And I fixed the format! n.n

Alatril Carnesr: Hitler salute…? O.o I wish I had a mountain of Sojiro plushies… ; ; Sojiro is so awesome! (hearts floating around head) n.n I also fixed the format…

Mysterious Samurai: I fixed the format, glad you like the story! n.n

Chapter 9:

Toxic Bishounen: Thanks…! (Crispy isn't used to so much complimentage) n.n Tell me when you get the Sojiro-sama C2 thing up, 'kay? It sounds awesome! n.n Sojiro plushie… I seriously have to get one of those… I'd like, worship it… (insane fangirl laugh) A larger-than-life Sojiro poster? Wow, you must be a really great artist! Btw, I read and reviewed your fic, it's awesome! n.n

SouMi Forever: Yay, I'm random and demented! n.n Glad you like it, I guess Crispy isn't that well known on fanfic, yet… oh well, Sessha cares not! n.n I have to say, tho', I personally don't really like the Sojiro/Misao pairing… It's not because I'm being selfish, but because of actual Ruroken reasons. Sojiro/Misao is an alternate pairing, and I usually don't like those because they go against Watsuki-sama's wishes. Misao and Aoshi are together (maybe even married 0.o) in "Haru no Sakura," a Watsuki original published after "Rurouni Kenshin", and I personally think that they're a cute couple. Sojiro is created to be a loner character originally, and I doubt he could be in a true relationship with anybody until he learns to control his emotions after his battle with Himura, and that will take longer than 10 years, assumably (Himura took 10 years and still hadn't gotten rid of the Battousai inside him.) and by then, Misao will have forgotten about him completely. (Remember that they have never truly met, Misao only saw Sojiro fight Kenshin at Shingetsu village for maybe 5 minutes, tops.)

Psycho Sword Lady: Oro… Psycho-san, all this dying laughing probably isn't good for your health… (nervous laugh) Crispy wants a Sojiro plushie… (goes off to stalk E-bay)

Random Person: I don't like the Sojiro/Misao pairing, and I have plenty of reasons. (Copy/pasted from my review to 'SouMi forever,' gomen nasai) It's not because I'm being selfish, but because of actual Ruroken reasons. Sojiro/Misao is an alternate pairing, and I usually don't like those because they go against Watsuki-sama's wishes. Misao and Aoshi are together (maybe even married 0.o) in "Haru no Sakura," a Watsuki original published after "Rurouni Kenshin", and I personally think that they're a cute couple. Sojiro is created to be a loner character originally, and I doubt he could be in a true relationship with anybody until he learns to control his emotions after his battle with Himura, and that will take longer than 10 years, assumably (Himura took 10 years and still hadn't gotten rid of the Battousai inside him.) and by then, Misao will have forgotten about him completely. (Remember that they have never truly met, Misao only saw Sojiro fight Kenshin at Shingetsu village for maybe 5 minutes, tops.)

Chikky-chan: I'm sorry, I don't really know you, so I don't think I can put you in the story… sorry!

Alatril Carnesr: The world may never know… in other words, I never thought out what I was writing… hmm… --U

Chapter 10:

Mysterious Samurai: Thanks! n.n

Psycho Sword Lady: Happy (extremely) belated birthday! n.n You have a Battousai Voodoo plushie? That's so awesome! I totally have to make one of those… or just get Henya to make one for me… (grabs Hamtaro DVD) Henya. make. Battousai. voodoo. plushie. now. Mufufufufu… (sorry, Crispy can't burn yours… it'd be kinda hard over the internet… gomen nasai… ; ; PS: SHINSENGUMI ROCK! (plays Wars of the Last Wolves full blast while writing this)

Kitty: thanks! n.n

"Oro" 0bject: glad you like it, Sessha is updating! n.n

Toxic Bishounen: Okita Souji-sama and Sojiro-sama are so awesome! I'm thinking of trying to go as Okita-sama for Halloween, 'cause if I put my hair up at the verytop of my head, it's almost exactly the same length as his! (A tiny bit longer, tho'… and I don't have bangs… at all… I grew them out too long, and now… --U) I'm really glad you like the story! btw, I heard that there's a new Shinsengumi manga coming out—I think it's called Kaze-Hikaru, or something like that… I'm not even sure if it's Shinsengumi, but I read this cheesy 5 page preview in this one Shoujo Beat free handout thing, the characters names were Hijikata, Okita, Harada, and others… it was also obviously the time-period, it looked like a kendo manga… hmm… PS: Shoujo Beat actually sucks, the only even remotely cool thing was the Shinsengumi thing I'm not even sure if it was a Shinsengumi thing…

Sora Miyara: Hi, Sora-san! n.n I got the Mr. Ducky saga thing, it was awesome! n.n

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… Well, glad to get that outta the way… n.n I'll do these for every chapter after this, except it'll obviously be a lot shorter… so, 'till next time, I guess…

-Crispy