Hi people! This is the last and final chapter of the story! Sorry if it's a little rushed, because I was getting a little sick of this story. Anyway, do enjoy it all the same ok!

RK does not belong to me!

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Tokio smiled demurely into the distance. "Welcome home, my husband, and my children," she murmured, looking down and not meeting their eyes, "I have waited long and hard for this moment. Please do come in. Eldest first, of course."

Saitou smirked, stepping in first.

Slowly, Tokio raised her head slightly and watched her three new children. There was a long pause then Soujirou grinned and entered first.

"Greetings, Tokio-san," he said happily.

"I believe, you mean Mother?"

"Oh… eh… yeah, but you must know before hand that "mother" has many bad connotations for me."

"That is fine. I do not intend to change that fact."

"Oh… eh right."

Tokio flashed another sweet smile as Soujirou passed her. "And who's next?"

Looking slightly put off, Eiji entered next. "Mother," he called.

"Good boy," Tokio murmured, "And last of all…"

Enishi stepped in. "Yo, Mum."

"Mother."

"Oh… eh… Mother."

"Good boy." Smiling, Tokio turned to face her three new children. "I shall let it be known now," she said sweetly, "that I intend to treat all three of you equally. If one burns in hell, all will burn in hell."

"Ok."

"Fine with me."

"I understand."

"And I intend to let all of you burn in hell – equally, of course."

"Eh… ok."

"Good." Drawing up, Tokio slipped a small piece of paper out of her sleeve. "Now I understand today is a day off for the two of you?" She raised an eyebrow at Enishi and Soujirou.

"Eh… yeah…?"

"Good," she said, "now, we shall have a very interesting day today… together, as a family, hmm? Since we are such a newly established unit, I am sure we need to spend some time together in order to bond properly."

"Eh… ok…"

"So," Eiji asked, "what are we going to do? Can we go fly a kite together? Or play ball together?"

"How about practicing katas together?" Soujirou chirped.

Tokio smiled. "Of course we can do all that," she giggled, "but, I think we should start with cleaning the lavatory."

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Walking slowly, Saitou sauntered into a corner and drew out a cigarette. He was almost home, and quite in time for dinner, but he was not approaching his house, not yet at least.

The reason for his reluctance was a group of men standing inconspicuously around the approximate area of his house. They were so inconspicuous in fact, that they stood out quite a bit from the rest of the crowd moving around his house.

And of course, he really wanted to enjoy a good smoke without Tokio glaring down her nose at him.

But that was beside the point.

What was really important (really), was that he was curious as to who those men were. He did not recognize them, and he had an excellent memory for enemies and criminals.

Unless… the idiots up at the administration had accidentally (or not so accidentally) spilled the beans on his identity, and this were the men who were out to get him for revenge or otherwise.

If that was the case, he would be up the whole night killing off the whole government.

The reason behind their presence there was not so obvious, but their intentions most certainly were. For one, he could see quite a number of hidden weapons. The weapons were in actual fact hidden very well, suggesting they were professionals, which was precisely why he saw that they had weapons. They were too inconspicuous to not be armed, and once he knew that they were armed, he knew exactly where to look.

Well, whatever the case was, he was going to take them on right here, right now. There was no way he was dragging Tokio into one of this messy testosterone-driven fights. She was too lady-like for such nonsense.

Clearing his throat to draw attention to himself, Saitou straightened up, snuffed out his cigarette and started to approach the men.

It was at that moment, however, that one of his newly acquired sons chose to appear at the front gate, carrying a bucket filled with unidentifiable contents.

"Night soil!" Eiji warned then flung it out of the gate carelessly.

There was a long, tensed moment, then Saitou covered his face and sniggered to himself as the men started to advance towards the house.

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Eiji knew he was in trouble. How he knew that, he wasn't sure. It might have been the way the men were glaring at him through the… unmentionables dripping down their faces. Or it could have been the way they were waving their swords at him. Either way, he was almost certain he was in trouble.

"How dare you, kid!" inevitably, one of them roared. "Do you know who you have just insulted?"

"No?" Eiji tried, backing off rapidly.

"Oh, you think you're smart, don't you?" one of them sneered.

"Actually… eh… no?"

"Oh you think you're smart, huh?"

"Eh… you're repeating yourself, actually…"

"Oh, you think you are so smart…"

A little tired of hearing the false accusations being repeated, Eiji turned and started to run, only to be caught by the collar.

"You little spawn of the devil!" one of the men roared. "You shall pay for this!"

Now, many people would think that being held two feet above the ground by the collar with a man holding a sword towering over you is a hopeless situation. In actual fact, it is not. In such a situation, there was only one thing to do, and, as Eiji would repeat many times later, only he would have the courage to do anything as stupid as that.

Drawing in a deep breath, Eiji puffed out his chest and yelled, "Help! Murder! Child abuse! Rape!"

A distance away, Saitou tripped over his own feet and did a perfect, joke-book worthy face plant, which (he would many times later) deny he had done, even after it was published in the local joke book by a certain rebel anti-Meiji media personnel. Controversy over the truth of the event would eventually save Saitou from international infamy.

"Help!" Eiji screamed, trashing as hard as he could. "Help! Help! Help!"

"Shut up!" the man holding on to him yelled, and raised his sword. "And die!"

And, it was at that exact critical moment that the heroes entered into the fray. An inexplicable white light beamed down from the sky and lit them up, giving them the appearance of burning with a white flame. Both Enishi and Soujirou froze, each holding a large bucket filled with unmentionable content between them.

"Eiji?" Soujirou called. "What are you doing? Stop playing with your friends and come help us or Tokio-san will be so mad at you!"

"Help me!" Eiji shrieked. "They're trying to kill me!"

Soujirou and Enishi exchanged quick looks then simultaneously lowered their heads to stare at their own sword-deficient belts.

"Eh…" they began together. Fortunately for Eiji, the group of not so inconspicuous men decided to make up their minds for them.

"Charge!" one of them roared, and Eiji found himself flung unceremoniously into Tokio's favourite bonsai tree as the men abandoned him for bigger prey ('not that much bigger', Eiji would protest later).

"Soujirou," Enishi said slowly as the men thundered towards them, "exactly how good are you at hand-to-sword combat."

"Very good, actually."

"Oh, then that's fine…"

"But only when I'm the one holding the sword."

"Oh…"

"Yeah…"

"Then I suppose…" Enishi began, holding out his arms, "this is goodbye then, huh?"

"Oh, most definitely," Soujirou replied, extending his own arms.

In the blink of the eye, Soujirou flung Enishi over his shoulder. "Goodbye!" they cried together as Soujirou took off as fast as he could go.

"Wait!" Eiji shrieked then regretted it immediately when the men turned back to him.

"Get him!" they shouted, powered by bloodlust and indecision.

"N…" Just as Eiji started to raise his hands to cover his eyes, a dark figure shot in from the front gate.

"Gatotsu!" Saitou roared as he tunneled a straight passage through the rubble of men. Spinning around, he slid back into a ready position. "Imbeciles," he said coldly, "attacking the house of S… Goro Fugita? How dumb can you get? No, wait! Don't answer that; I really don't want to know."

"Oh, so you think you're smart aren't you?" one of the men sneered. Saitou raised an eyebrow.

"Precisely."

"Oh, so you do think you're smart don't you?"

"I already…"

"Oh, so you think you're…"

Saitou growled and kicked the man away. "For the love of all things honourable!" he snapped. "Stop repeating yourself, man!"

With another roar, he thundered through the crowd again, sending more men flying into the air. "Gatotsu! Gatotsu! Gatotsu! Gatotsu!" He paused to light a cigarette. "Gatotsu! Gatotsu! Gatotsu… I'm getting out of breath…" He paused to spit out the cigarette and ground it out. "Gatotsu!"

He smirked as he looked back at the remaining men, who looked, understandably, rather shell-shocked.

"Saitou-san! Watch out!" Eiji shrieked from behind.

Half-turning, Saitou looked up into the business end of a sword flying towards him. He took one swift step back and raised his sword.

Slowly, he's eyes narrowed in a frown. A sword had gone through the man flying at him, but it wasn't his sword.

Raising and eyebrow, Saitou's eyes followed down the length of the katana to blue-sleeved arms.

"Hi, Saitou-san!" Soujirou chirped happily.

"That," Saitou said slowly, "is your sword."

"Uh huh!" Soujirou confirmed, letting the man slide off the sword. "Enishi and I made a detour to the police station to pick up our swords."

"That is the sword which I confiscated."

"Yup!"

"Which, I distinctly remember telling you, never to touch without my permission."

"Oh, actually I wanted to use the katana you keep on your bedroom wall… you know, the family heirloom…" Saitou's eyes widened dramatically "but Enishi insisted that he only looks good when he uses his own sword, so… ah well, it only took a couple of seconds using Shukuchi…" Saitou breathed a small sigh of relief.

"Well then," Saitou said slowly, "the two of you will annihilate this whole bunch of fools save for one who I will interrogate with much pleasure later, and ensure Tokio's and Eiji's safety, understood?"

"Yes sir!" Soujirou replied, turning to leap into the fray when the blunt side of a sword caught his head. "Wh…"

"I told you never to say that phrase now, didn't I?' Saitou glared.

Soujirou rubbed the back of his head painfully. "Right… so anyway…" Smiling nervously, he turned around and dove straight into the mass of flying men (courtesy of Enishi and his Wa Tou Jutsu).

Lighting a cigarette while carefully incapacitating a man, Saitou exhaled with a look of contentment on his face. This was the life! Destroying evil, defending the innocent and having a good smoke. What more could a man ask for?

"On your feet!" he commanded Eiji. "You may not be able to fight like a man, but you will at least die a man!"

"I am only a boy!" Eiji wailed. "To die a man, I have to live for at least another five years!"

"Nonsense!" Saitou snorted, whacking a man away. "There is no such thing as a boy, remember? Only a young man."

Eiji scowled but nodded. Then he gasped. "Tok… Mother!" he screamed. "Don't come here!"

Saitou jerked, turning back towards the fray. Tokio had just rounded around the house, unaware of the fight that was going on.

"Mother!" Eiji gasped again. A man had noticed Tokio and was charging towards her.

"Damn!" Saitou yelled, leaping forward, running as fast he could. "Tokio! Tokio!"

Tokio looked up. A hand flew to her mouth, and she took three steps backwards, the house blocking her from Saitou's view.

Through the sound of his feet pounding on the ground, Saitou heard Tokio give a half-scream. Cursing under his breath, he leapt forward, and rounded the house.

Then dodged just in time to avoid a man flying past his head.

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Saitou cleared his throat, shifted his feet, and tried to look useful. "Are you sure you don't need help, my love?" he questioned.

"Quite sure, my lord."

"Oh well… it's just that… are you sure you don't need me to hold that for you?"

"No, my lord. Why don't you go get some water for the boys? I'm sure they must be thirsty after this dreadful fight."

"Oh well… if you insist but…"

"There! Done!" Tokio stood up and smiled sweetly at the shaking, shell-shocked men before her. "You have been bad boys, haven't you?" she chided gently, "I'm afraid you'll have to be punished of course."

"Who are you?" one of them asked, quavering miserably. "How did you… do all that… with… with… with just a…"

"She's my wife," Saitou said calmly. "Now be quiet while she arrests all of you."

"She's your wife?" one of the men stuttered. "You must be a Buddha-like man to marry such a…"

"Oh be quiet," Tokio insisted, "now, are all your hands firmly tied together?"

"Y…. y… y… yes mmmmmma… ma'am… "

"Good," Tokio beamed. "Now, all on your feet please."

Very slowly, the men started to climb to their feet.

"And, the dear police escorts there will send you all to the police station," she informed them cordially. "No one, and I repeat, no one is to try to escape, understood?"

"Y… yes ma'am!"

"Good, because I would not like to run all over Tokyo with a spade in my arms…"

"No ma'am!" someone shrieked. "We wouldn't escape, we swear! Just don't pick up the spade!"

"If you insist," Tokio replied, "now, my lord, would you be so kind as to carry this spade for me to the shed? It is really rather heavy, you know."

"Absolutely," Saitou said, picking up the spade. He made a mental note to douse off all the blood and slime before putting it away to prevent rusting. After all, for all he knew, the next person the spade was used on might be him.

Tokio smiled sweetly at him before tottering over off to the kitchen to get some drinks for the children.

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At the front pouch, the three children sat, staring at the policemen hoisting the criminals away.

"Mother was really harsh on them," Enishi noted, wiping his sword down.

"They broke her favourite bonsai plant," Soujirou reminded him, "and uprooted a number of her edible crops too. I guess it was understandable."

Eiji fingered the edge of his sleeve. "You guys came back for me," he said finally, "I thought you guys would abandon me."

"Why would we do that?" Enishi asked curiously. "You're not the brother of a woman whose fiancé was killed in some distant city, right?"

"Yeah," Soujirou piped up, "and it's not like you're illegitimate or anything."

Eiji shrugged. "Don't know why I thought that; must have been the sight of you guys running off that inspired that huh? Anyway, guess that kind of makes us best friends now, huh?"

"Why?"

"I don't know… going through disaster together thing, right? I mean, those guys really screwed up Mother's gardens. And they really dirtied the place. Guess who has to clean up the whole place right now?"

"And it wasn't our fault either," Enishi muttered, "stupid, house-destroying people. It is so rude, don't you think, that they actually attacked a civilian house? People live there you know; they have to clean up after you're done. Disgusting!"

"Right," Eiji mumbled, rolling his eyes, "you know, Saitou-san did tell me about the time you attacked the Kamiya dojo…"

"Hey, that was different! That was a mistake!"

"Oh?"

"Besides, a dojo isn't really a house, it's a… building."

"Where people live?" Soujirou questioned, raising an eyebrow. "I know Himura-san and his family lives in that dojo…"

"Oh shut up!"

"Uh uh, you can't say that to me. I'm the eldest here, remember?"

Enishi glowered angrily. "Whatever," he muttered.

"Oh boys?"

All three of them stiffened suddenly, aware of a growing danger behind them. Together, as a group, they slowly rotated to look behind them. "Smile," Soujirou whispered.

Three grins lit up as three tensed, "Hi, Mother" came through teeth clenched tightly together.

"Drinks?" she questioned, smiling demurely.

"Eh… thanks?"

Slowly, the three of them retrieved the cups from the tray and exchanged looks with each other.

"Eh…" Enishi looked around. "Excuse us, Mother, but we… the little boys have eh… some unimportant stuff to discuss."

"Of course."

Huddling together, Enishi held up his cup in the middle of the group. "What if it's poisoned?" he hissed.

"I was thinking the same thing," Soujirou whispered. "If she's still mad about her garden, there's no telling what she'll do."

"Then what do we do?" Eiji asked nervously. "We can't not drink! She'll get angrier."

"Eh… ok, look," Soujirou mumbled, "we drip a little on the grass ok? And if nothing happens to it, we drink."

"Ok." Clearing his throat and trying to look innocent, Enishi jerked his hand a little. "Oh… oops!" he called. "Spilled a little." All three of them kept their eyes on the grass.

"It looks ok," Eiji said dubiously.

"M… oh no…"

All three of them stared in dismay as a thin wisp of smoke started to rise from the grass. Curling up, the grass turned brown and withered away before bursting into a tiny shower of sparks.

"… Yikes…"

"So, now what?" Eiji asked.

"Well…"

"What's the matter boys?"

All three froze again before turning to look at Tokio.

"Yes, Mother?" Soujirou asked, grinning forcefully.

"Don't just talk," Tokio purred, "Go on, drink up!" She smiled innocently.

The three boys exchanged looks. "Actually, Mother we…"

"Soujirou!" Saitou snapped, appearing suddenly. "On your feet! I've got an errand for you."

"Yes… Saitou-san!" Soujirou yelped, leaping to his feet in delight. He beamed happily; he could have hugged the man, not that he would ever hug Saitou.

"Both of you get down to the carpenter who lives two streets away and get him over here," Saitou instructed, "Someone needs to fix that shed before it collapses."

"Consider it done!" Soujirou cried.

"Wait!" Eiji called. "I'll come along too!"

"Me too!" Enishi agreed.

"And why would I need to send three people to go fetch one carpenter?" Saitou asked suspiciously.

"Well…" Eiji looked at Enishi helplessly.

"Because the carpenter may need someone to carry his stuff for him," Enishi blurted, "I mean, he has to fix the shed right? That's got to require quite a lot of wood…?"

Shooting them a suspicious glare, Saitou nodded. "Ok. So what're you waiting for? Go!"

"Right!"

And as the three of them rushed out, they vaguely heard a female voice said, "But my lord, you just foiled my…"

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The breeze kicked up, sweeping the scent of spring over the city. With a deliberate slowness, the three figures trudged down the road.

"The carpenter's is just around the corner," Enishi groaned.

"And once we reach there, we've got to go home," Eiji scowled. "They are out to get us!"

"Not us, just Enishi and me," Soujirou sighed. "It's… a Miburo thing, I guess."

"In their eyes," Enishi elaborated, "we're still evil."

"Yeah, but my cup was poisoned too," Eiji argued. "I bet it was."

"Then, it could be a Shishio-thing," Soujirou decided.

"Kill the weak," Enishi elaborated.

In silence the three of them continued walking down the road.

"So what?" Eiji questioned. "We go back and let them kill us?"

"Do we have a choice?" Enishi demanded.

"Don't we?" Soujirou murmured.

The other two turned to look at him. He was staring down a side path. In fact, it wasn't just any side path; it was the side path that led out of the city into the lesser known marsh areas.

"Saitou will kill us," Enishi said finally.

"If he can catch us," Eiji argued.

"All our belongings are back there."

"I came here with only the clothes on my back and the sword at my belt," Soujirou shrugged.

"And at the worst," Eiji said, "we can all find proper jobs."

Again there was a long silence as the three of them stared at each other. Then slowly, their eyes returned to the side path.

Birds are a symbol of freedom, because they could fly off as far as they wanted into the clear blue sky. Yet, because of that, the only thing birds ever yearned for are a place to stay, to rest and to feel secure. Right now, they had everything they could have ever asked for; a home, a job, a family. If they stayed, there would be no more running, no more nights out in the winter cold, no more wondering when the next meal would come. If they stayed, they would have a place to return to.

And it was with that thought in their minds that they made their decision.

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"Ah!" Kaoru cried happily. "It has been such a long time since we've all gone out for dinner together now, isn't it, Kenshin?"

"Yes, Kaoru," Kenshin smiled, holding a struggling Kenji, "this is indeed a long-awaited event." He smiled at Yahiko who scowled but looked pleased.

"There's nothing for me to be happy about," the teenager growled. "I'm the one paying for the bloody meal."

Eyes glinting menacingly, Kaoru spun around and thrashed Yahiko over the head. "Don't use such language in front of Kenji," she growled.

"What?" Yahiko demanded, rubbing his sore head. "It's not like he understands it!"

"Hey, hey," Kenshin called, coming in between the pair, "come on now, let's not…" He broke off suddenly when a piece of paper fluttered right into his face. "Wh…"

"What's that?" Yahiko asked curiously, pulling the sheet of paper off. "Hey, it's an emergency bulletin dated today!"

Huddling together, the four of them turned and stared at the bulletin.

Emergency: Read all about it! Read all about it! A warrant has been sent out for one Seta Soujirou, one Yukishiro Enishi and one Mishima Eiji. Seta Soujirou and Yukishiro Enishi are highly dangerous criminals, who are very good with the sword. Mishima Eiji, while much younger and has no experience with any form of martial arts, is deadly with a plate of tempura, sashimi or even just a pair of chopsticks. They are to be considered armed and dangerous. If citizens spot these characters, they are to report immediately to Goro Fugita of the Tokyo Police Headquarters.

"Oro!" Kenshin yelped as Kaoru's eyes expanded to astronomical sizes.

Yahiko sighed dramatically. "Why are you guys so shocked?" he demanded. "I'm more surprised that it took them so long to run away."

"What are you talking about?" Kaoru cried. "They took off! They've become criminals again!"

"Enishi has gone down the path of misguidance again, that he has," Kenshin mumbled worriedly. "What am I to tell Tomoe? She must be horribly disappointed in me."

"I'm sure Soujirou must have misguided him!" Kaoru exclaimed angrily.

"Then I have let down Soujirou too, that I have," Kenshin mumbled, wringing his hands.

"And Eiji! The combined influence of those two must have fried his brains!"

"Then I have let down Eiji's dead family, that I have."

"Saitou must be going crazy searching for them! I bet his beautiful wife is worried sick!"

"Then I have let down Saitou and his wife, that I have."

"We have to go after them!" Kaoru decided.

"That we must," Kenshin agreed.

"What are you guys panicking about?" Yahiko asked, rolling his eyes.

"They ran away!" Kaoru shrieked. "They're wanted criminals! They…"

"They were under Saitou for two weeks," Yahiko pointed out, "and then they ran away."

There was a long silence then Kenshin and Kaoru exchanged swift looks. "Ah," Kenshin said, relieved, "that makes a lot of sense, that it does."

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Out in the marshes, a fox wandered deep into the night. It hadn't intended to come this far, but prey had been scarce lately. If it could, it would have stayed in the forest, but the hunger pangs had been too much to take.

The bristles on the back of its neck stood up and it shivered. Out here in the dark marshes, evil things lurk. Of course, the fox hasn't exactly seen one of those evil things, but every night, odd cries could be heard, and dark shadows could be seen creeping over the land. Wraiths, it believed the humans called them, terrible shadows of nothingness that brought danger merely out of duty.

It shivered, but tried desperately to quell its fears. It had to eat or it would starve to death; he knew there was food out here if one knew where to look.

"That is mine!"

The fox froze in terror as the loud roar thundered across the wetlands.

"No, it's not!"

It whined and crouched down, hiding its snout under its paws desperately, feeling too weak to run.

"Now, now, boys, I'm sure we can share…"

It whimpered, flattening its ears against its skull, terrified.

Then out of the shadows they emerged, three towering dark figures, jaws grinding as they tore into meat of some sort. Their eyes and teeth flashed in the dark like phantom spots.

The fox whimpered and prayed for a swift death.

"Hey, it's a fox!" one of them called. "Come look, Enishi-kun!"

"Oh man," the second one exclaimed, "hey, you think they're edible?" The fox squeezed its eyes shut and prayed harder.

"Hey, don't!" the first one protested. "Look at it, it's trembling! You're scaring it!"

"No, I'm not!"

"What's that?" the third figure appeared over the other two. "A fox? I've seen some of those on Mount Hiei. They run like the wind. Terribly hard to catch, I've heard. I know that Shishio-sama used to hunt them." The fox found itself praying so hard it could almost see white shining lights and angels singing hymnals.

"It's starving," the first one said, "look, it's so skinny." For a brief second, the fox really did see a white light. For some reason, it was at the end of a really long, dark tunnel.

"Nee-san likes it," the second one announced, "let's keep it! She thinks it's cute."

"It sure is," the third one agreed, "but it's wild; do you think it will follow us?" The fox's eyes snapped open; the white light had materialized, and now surrounded him in a cool, hazy veil.

"Here, Sou-kun! Offer it some of the steak we stole from the Steak House."

"Here you go, little foxy," the third figure cooed, holding out a piece of meat.

Slowly, the fox inched forward, finding its limbs still too weak to hold its body weight. Cautiously, it nipped the meat from the offering hand. Chewing feebly at the first mouthful of food it has had in days, it raised its eyes to the three figures. The next thing it knew, they were alight in a bright white light.

The third figure smiled at him. It was sitting on the ground cross-legged, holding up his right hand with the palm facing outwards. With its other hand, it gestured gently for the fox to approach it.

Feeling a sense of calmness and enlightenment, the fox crawled softly into the figure's legs and lay down.

If these figures were wraiths, it decided, then they weren't really so bad after all.

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PS: This is a happy ending, as opposed to if they had remained at Saitou's house. (Grins). Love it? Hate it? Go and tell! I had a ball writing this story. It was like a rollercoaster, where I had absolutely no idea where all the turns, flips and wheels are. Guess that's what it's like to write stories, hmm?