Disclaimer: ::see previous 8 chapters:: No, I'm kidding. Rurouni Kenshin does not belong to me.

I have a message for everyone.

GRAMMAR SUCKS.

Yay! Last chapter. Enjoy!

(There's a little bity part that I took from a Star Wars book. It's not mine.)

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"And . . . where have you two been?" Hiko asked.

"Away from you!" Misao said as she stuck her tongue out.

Hiko smirked. "Ah, so you can throw an educated insult. And here I was thinking you're nothing but a loud mouthed little girl. You and I may be alike some way."

"What!? Don't you dare compare me with you! I'd rather be compared to a weasel!"

Oh, that did it.

"Fine. A weasel is a small, slender animal that is cunning and sneaky. Considering a weasel is carnivorous, it has to have sharp teeth. The problem is; how are you different? Let me see your teeth."

"You geezer!!"

"Enough," Aoshi intervened. He just wanted to go back to the Aoiya.

"Fine. Itachi, follow me and you'll get to pick your pots."

"Don't call me that!"

"Itachi," Hiko shot.

"Geezer," Misao shot back.

Aoshi fought the urge to roll his eyes. It'd be a while before he could leave.

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"Misao! You're back!"

"Don't you greet me all sap happy, Jiya!"

"Hmph. You haven't seen me for a week. Didn't you miss me?"

"No."

"Let me see the pots."

"Okay, I will! This one's for Omasu, this one's for Shiro, this one's for Kuro, and this one's for Okon."

". . . What about me?"

"Why would I get YOU something?"

"Well, I need to see a written letter from Hiko to see you actually worked for them."

"I already thought of that. Here you go."

Okina read the note and grumbled. "Fine, fine. Go take a bath, then we can talk about your week."

"I think I will," Misao replied. She hurried off.

Okina sighed. "So, Aoshi. How was your week?"

"I'm going to my room."

". . . Oh."

Aoshi went inside. He knew that it was impossible for him to get a bath anytime soon. Misao was definitely going to make up for the past week. Might as well unpack.

He put his kodachis and gi away, putting on a fresh yukata. He put his meditation robe to the side. Omasu could wash it later.

He put his books back on a shelf and he stopped halfway from putting away the paper.

He left those little origami figures at Hiko's.

At least, Aoshi never took them back. Hiko'd probably burn them or something.

Hiko had made a small tea cup for Aoshi; it was a crimson-ish brown color with sakura blossoms painted on the side.

Aoshi figured he'd never use it. Hiko "touched" it. He placed it on his shelf as "decoration".

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Misao was surprised at herself. She wanted to take a day long bath, but she only stayed in for about an hour and a half.

She did promise herself a grand feast after all.

Misao went into her room and unpacked. She giggled. Just before leaving after picking up the pottery from Hiko, she snatched the origami Aoshi made.

She put them in her "Aoshi" drawer, which also had things like Aoshi's old childhood scarf, his old story books, and a small spinning top.

Okina had said that he was planning on giving it to Aoshi, but he never got the chance. Then, poof! Aoshi left.

He had given it to Misao instead.

-Late that night-

Kuro and Shiro watched in awe. Who knew that girls could eat like that?

Misao was eating anything in arm's reach, even the foods that she was normally quite picky about.

Aoshi, on the other hand, didn't appear to be any more hungry than usual. Aside from him actually being at dinner, he didn't seem like anything had happened.

Okina cleared his thoat.

"Misao. Misao? Misao!"

"Mmph?"

"A letter came in yesterday from Tokyo. It's from Himura and the others . . ." Okina started.

"Lemme see!" Misao said, snatching the letter from Okina's hands. He scowled.

Misao quickly read through the letter. "Aoshi-sama! Himura's inviting us to stay for a week! Can we go, Jiya?"

"Of course you can go, but you just came back from your week with Hiko! Are you sure, Misao?" Okina asked.

"Of course I'm sure. Can we go, Aoshi-sama?"

All eyes turned to him.

Aoshi didn't particularly have any problems with anyone at the Kamiya Dojo . . . Except for maybe Sanoske, but otherwise . . .

"Aa."

Poor, poor Aoshi. Little did he know the plot that the folks in Tokyo had in store.

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"You've go to be kidding me, Sano! There's no way you can get him to drink!"

"Hey, I can get ANYONE to drink. I even tricked Jou-chan into drinking that western beer!"

"That's because you told her it was customary to drink it after taking a bath!"

"Well, it worked, didn't it!?"

"What? You think that'll work on Aoshi!?"

"Er . . . well . . ."

"See!?"

"Yahiko, just you wait. I'll get that gloomy ice block to have a swig of sake if it's the last thing I do!"

"Did I hear somebody say 'bet'?"

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There's your final chapter.

The next story might take a while for me to post it. I'll need to do some serious brainstorming.

Yeah, and thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed.