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Kenshin is Hanamichi's younger twin brother. Hanamichi knows him as Shinta Sakuragi.

Kenshin is suffering (?) from MPD so basically there are lots of people sharing his body.

The people currently residing in Kenshin's body are: Teruo, Shinta and Kenshin (obviously)

Kenshin is Hanamichi's younger twin brother biologically. He has all the memories and skills of his past life from the Meiji Era, including cooking and sword techniques. He is pretty much like the Kenshin in the anime and manga, very polite, nice, protective to all his friends and family, and a general peacemaker. He is the main personality dominating the body.

Shinta, another personality, is very innocent, naïve and gullible, much like a younger version of Hanamichi. He does not seem to understand many things and is like a 10-year-old child in the body of a 15-year-old.

Teruo, another personality, is the opposite of Shinta. He is not innocent, gullible or naïve, rather he's like the older wiser brother. Very protective to Shinta, streetwise and proud, Teruo hates to be mistaken as a girl, probably due to his long hair and large violet eyes, since Shinta who refused to cut it off. Although nobody made the same mistake twice, afterall, Teruo is a male fighter and is not afraid to demonstrate his maleness as he calls it.

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Okay, that should clear up even more confusion. Sorry to put you up with this but it is IMPORTANT for you to know! At least my crows think they are . . . ^_^

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Chapter 2

"The world's greatest tensai has arrived! Bow down ye humble mortals!" Hanamichi crackled as he opened the door to the schools gym, late as always. Since he is the tensai, it only makes sense to appear late, afterall, the most important person always appears last. And that's him of course.

"You mean the worlds greatest and latest baka. . ." Miyagi mumbled under his breathe.

"Hey! I heard that!" Hanamichi growled menacingly at his captain. "Although I have to admit I'm the worlds greatest!" He added boastfully with a bellowing laugh. "I'm - " Mitsui watched the baka fell face down onto the hard, polished floor of the gymnasium.

"Urusai do'aho." The owner of the outstretched leg mumbled, stifling a yawn as he stumbled onto the court, ignoring the screams of overly obsessed fans watching Shohoku's practice.

Hanamichi reflexively jumped back up, chibi-style and pointed an accusing finger at his so-called friend. "Why you fox! How dare you insult the tensai!" The red head shouted, stamping one sneaker-clad foot on the ground in anger, his twinkling brown eyes, however, betrayed his amusement.

"Hn." Rukawa looked at the chibified monkey dancing around him.

"Yeah well, you too!" With that, the chibi stamped off in a huff to hog himself a basketball.

"Hn."

"If you want to! And I'll win too!" Hanamichi snorted.

Ayako blinked to herself. "Er, did you understand a thing they've said?" She asked Haruko in puzzlement.

Haruko shook her head grinning happily. After Akagi and Kogure had left the team, the two rookies had, somehow, been more tolerant together. That is to say, fistfights were still as frequent as the number of 3-pointers Mitsui could get in, but the overall physical damage had lessened. Besides, if her best friend Hanamichi managed to make friends with Rukawa, maybe her idol will finally discover her existence. She brightened up at the thought. She and Rukawa could be friends . . . then maybe they could take that a step further . . . and maybe even . . . Haruko blushed brightly at the thought. How could she be fantasizing about this?

Ayako frowned and itched to whack her infamous fan on her friends head. Why do all the girls in this damn school have some kind of Rukawa obsession disease?

"Ano. Is Sakuragi-san here?" A sweet voice came from the doorway. Ayako looked up immediately with curiosity and wariness. Any association with Hanamichi should be treated with caution due to his reputation.

Hanamichi looked up from the other end of the court. "Shin-chan! You came to join the club?" Kenshin watched as his older, but much more immature, twin bound over to where he was standing joyfully. Glancing around, he couldn't help but wonder exactly why the curly-haired brunette was staring at him uneasily.

"Shin-chan!" Hanamichi, chibified once again, pawed at Kenshin's arm like a dog. "You have to play basketball with me!"

"Erm . . ." Kenshins mind blanked as he tried to remember what a basketball was. The split second pause caused Kenshin to lose his concentration against his inner battle. "Of course Hana-nisan!" Shinta crowed happily and began dance madly with his brother.

//What?! We're late Kenshin! This is all your fault!// Teruo snarled at a mentally cowering Kenshin.  //This is so emabarrassing . . . //

//Gomenasai de gozaru!//

Teruo growled with frustration, somehow managing to mirror Rukawa's growl. The blue eyed star was watching his do'aho prance around his twin. No, he was not jealous! Why should he be jealous of his do'aho's brother?

"Shin-chan?" Hanamichi stopped abruptly in his chibi act when he heard the distinct growl coming from oddly, both sides of the court.

Kenshin jumped slightly when he realized he was back in control. "Oro! Oh, erm . . . gomen, I still have to unpack. I'm just stopping to ask you what you want for dinner de gozaru." Kenshin smiled politely, his violet eyes scanning around his surroundings, taking note of all the possible escape routes, traps, obstacles and people, a habit hard to remove from more than one lifetime commitment to combat. He wondered briefly why the curly-haired brunette looked so surprised. Hadn't his twin mentioned him before? Surely if they were this close Hanamichi would have told his friends about him?

His twin's face drooped with disappointment. Looking at his crestfallen slump of shoulders, the violet-eyed bishounen was swayed. Maybe just one game? Afterall, he did promise, or rather Shinta promised a game with him this morning. A game of basketball . . . whatever that was.

//NO.// Teruos firm reply resounded somewhere in the depths of his mind. //We are late as it is. Not to mention we are financially low as well, damn that f****** b****!//

"Is ramen okay?" Kenshin finally asked, ignoring the pink pouting lips and big, brown, begging, puppy eyes.

"With teriyaki chicken? And tempura?"

"I'll see what I can do." Kenshin smiled back, glad that his older twin didn't have a tantrum. Patting Hanamichi's shoulder comfortingly (Kenshins too short to reach Hanas head) he turned to the stoic boy still glaring at him with jealousy. "You coming over too?"

"Hn." Rukawa almost smiled back, almost, because Rukawa does not smile in front of other people. Maybe the do'aho's brother isn't that bad afterall. He did invite him over for dinner so . . . does that mean he approves? Rukawa snorted to himself. Like he needed anyone's approval.

"Well, I got to run. Lots of things to do. Sayonara minna-san." Kenshin smiled one last time before heading for the door.

Mitsui finally found his tongue after gazing rapt as his neko dressed in a guy Shohoku uniform. Wait, why was she wearing a guy's uniform? Mitsui's eyebrows furrowed as he struggled to come up with an answer. (A/N: Well, he is kinda dense if he flunked most of his classes, see the anime ^_^) She must be shy! Mitsui grinned triumphantly. Well, he could get her to loosen up! Or maybe the baka didn't buy her the girls uniform before coming to school!

Meanwhile, Ayako wondered why Mitsui was acting so weird today. He's laughing at nothing again, must be that baka virus spreading. Of course, there is a question of which baka, she stared pointedly at Hanamichi, who was showing off his dunks, and at Miyagi, who turned red when he found her looking at him.

"Aya-chan!" Miyagi cooed stumbling past the first years in his haste to reach his soon-to-be girlfriend.

Ayako's fingers inched its way to her fan.

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"YOU specifically said its NOT a streetwalker job!" Teruo shouted, banging his fist on the table in frustration.

"Its NOT!" Yue Takewara, Head of the Japanese Detective Department, glared back at the shorter, red-haired boy. (A/N: does anyone know if Japan has some sort of CIA or FBI or some secret detective department? What's the name?) "You are SIMPLY a WAITER."

"A WAITER dressed in nothing but BRIEFS and a DOG COLLAR?" Teruo shouted back, heedless of the increasing number of annoyed and amused looks thrown at him.

"You're not going in briefs and collar." Takeware sighed, sinking back down at his leather chair. God, he hated this job, the only thing he didn't dislike were the high wages. "The target doesn't like overly . . . showy boys. Just wear something that . . . shows off your . . .body." Takeware glanced up at his still fuming underling before continuing. "Sorry, Sakuragi. You're the only one who can do this job. The target is-"

"I know." Teruo sighed, slumping with defeat. "I'll do it."

"Good." Takeware grinned widely, glad that the hard part was over.

"If I get a rise." Teruo finished, hardened violet eyes met with his superiors brown ones.

Takeware groaned. Did he mention he hated this job?

TBC