Let's Play Dress-Up! by Krissie

Chars: Hijikata, Tetsu, Okita, Comedian Trio

Genre: Humor

Rating: PG at best for light sexual innuendo n_n;;;

 

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Title: Rose Of Pain
Author: Irisa Hiroshi A.K.A Shinji Hiroshi
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Yaoi, Rape, BDSM
Cast: Susumu, Tetsu, Okita, Saizou, and the Comedy Trio.
Summary: Susumu has this strange attraction towards the young Tetsunosuke Ichimura, so he plans to lure the boy to his private room one night, and lay all claims to him. Rape, BDSM(blood/cutting), and Yaoi implied, not for the squeamish reader. Personal note, if you are a pussy and can't bear to see Susumu in OOC bite me, and this is set during the series 1st few ep's not when Susumu loses his sister

 

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Title: Inspiration

Author: Kiyasama

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Title: Irreplaceable

Author: ryuuro
Series: Peacemaker Kurogane
Rating: ... PG-13? I hate ratings.
Additional Notes: Shinpachi/Heisuke. Spoilers for up to volume 6 of Shinsengumi Imon Peacemaker and possible future developments in the anime. I hate the title and will probably change it. (edit @ 10: yup. from wounds to irreplaceable. relish the cheese of it all.)

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Fic Name: On-Call Doctor

Shinpachi has a fear of Doctors. What happens when the Miburo hires a nurse to come in and take care of them?

Author: Leah K. Farmer (Orotaku on LJ)

Rating PG-13

Warnings: Mild Language, Humor

Genre: Humor/OC

Characters: Comedian Three, Shinpachi-centric.

OC: Hattori Katsumi, 22 year old nurse who would like to be a doctor. She tries hard, but can get discouraged without some sort of support. Can be witty to men who she thinks may deserve it.
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Disclaimer: I do not own PMK.    

Kudos to those who can pick out allusions, 

references or lines from the   following:  

Lord of the Rings  Dr. Dolittle  Buffy the Vampire Slayer  

Final Fantasy X-2    -----    On-Call Doctor    -----    

Long, beautiful, flowing hair as silky as the finest of asian 

silks and   as   shiny as the most polished of onyx trailed 

after him in a beautiful   array of   black with blue hues.  

Wide, violet eyes that had managed to retain   some   innocent 

appeal after years of bloodshed shimmered with untold   

amusement and   mirth.  The white material of his well-worn 

yukata fluttered behind him   in   the early morning breeze, 

adding to his sprint across the Shinsengumi   Headquarters.  

Beautiful, flawless skin, slickened with a thin film of   

perspiration shimmered under the morning sun as one, Okita 

Souji   rounded the   bend in an array of masculinity, speed 

and endurance.    OK, let's cut the crap.    "SOUUUUUJIIIIIIII!

 GIVE BACK THE BOOK OR DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"    A giggle 

errupted from Souji as he darted pass the mess hall, a book 

in   his   hands. The men looked at each other and shrugged, 

going back to their   food.    That was before a half-mad, 

raging man who vaguely resembled their   honorable   fukuchou

 ran by in a cloud of dust swinging a sword over his head like 

  it   could produce balls of fire to roast the first captain.

    Then, after thirty seconds of staring at the spot he just 

crossed, the   men   came to the mutual silent agreement that 

they should just forget what   they   saw.    Okita bounded 

into the courtyard and turned his head to see how much he   

had   gained in distance from Hijikata. However, he didn't 

think to see how   much   the distance was shrinking between 

him and the little koinu-kun who was   dusting the walkway. 

Okita looked back toward the front, yelped and   jumped   

over Tetsu, who freaked, eyes bulging as he hit the ground 

and clung to   his   broom.    However, Hijikata was not so 

nimble and tripped over the cowering boy,   landing flat on 

his face, his arm still suspended, sword in hand.    Too bad 

he couldn't stab Tetsunosuke like a potato.    Okita chuckled,

 feeling momentarily bad for Tetsu before turning around   to 

  run once more--only to collide into a small figure.  Okita 

gasped as a   young   woman fell backwards, landing on her bum,

 dropping the box she had.  It   clatted down beside her as she

 winced and looked up to the person who   had   ran into her. 

"S-sumimasen..."    Okita shook his head, hastily helping the 

young woman to her feet.   "Iie! It   was my fault. Gomen nasai

. Daijoubu desu ka?"    "Daijoubu desu," Was the young lady's 

reply, bowing in thanks as she   retrieved her box. "Perhaps 

you could help me? I'm looking for a   Hijikata-san?"    Okita 

sputtered and laughed, pointing the woman toward the man passed

   out,   face first on the concrete. "He's napping."    The

 young woman peaked behind him and stared, wide-eyed at the 

alleged   "Demon of the Shinsengumi". "That is Hijikata-san?" 

   Tetsu stood up, dusting himself off and picked up his broom,

 even   daring to   poke Hijikata with it.    "Sadly, yes." 

He muttered under his breath.  His muttering turned into   a 

  shriek as Hijikata grabbed his ankle, looking up at him. "I.

 Heard.   That."    By the time Hijikata had pulled himself to 

his feet, dusted himself off   and   promised Tetsu no dinner, 

Okita was long gone with the book and there   stood   a blinking 

girl in the middle of the courtyard holding a box. Clearing   

his   throat and standing up straight, he stalked over to her.

    "Who are you?" He inquired, giving the young lady a 

scrutinizing look.   She   bit her lip, leaning back some.   

 "Atashi wa Hattori Katsumi desu.  I'm the doctor you requested

." She   replied, regaining a little bit of her confidence.  

  "..."    "Hijikata-san?" Katsumi inquired, tilting her head.

    "You... are the doctor?"    "Well, actually, I'm a nurse. 

We're running short on doctors, most were   sent   out to other

 cities that are having a lot of casualties because of the   

war.   But no worries, I know what I'm doing." Katsumi replied,

 shifting her   weight   to another foot.    "Great. Something 

else to distract my men." Hijikata muttered, running   a   hand

 through his hair.  However, if he had thought about it, it   

probably   wouldn't have mattered if she were a man or a woman

 to half of his men.    "I assure you, Sir, that I am here to 

work and take care of your men's   injuries. Not to provide 

them with something they can get at a   brothel."   Katsumi 

retorted, slightly offended. What kind of woman did he take 

her   for?   Did she look like one of those types of women? 

She glanced down to make   sure   her kimono was set right and

 that the colors weren't to vibrant.  OK,   maybe   the man was

 just very, very paranoid.    Of course, she already had her 

doubts when she was introduced to him,   face   first on the 

ground.    Hijikata sighed. "Ichimura!"    The redhead boy from

 before appeared beside him, grumbling and rubbing   his   ear.

 "Take Hattori-san to the room we have set up for her."    "Eh?

 What room?"    "The one for the doctor, ahou."    "I knew that

." Tetsu muttered, hitching his thumb behind him. "This   way, 

  Lady."    ----------    As Tetsunosuke lead Katsumi toward 

the room she would work in, he   turned to   her. "Sorry if I 

sounded rude early, but I have to act somewhat like a   bastard

 around Hijikata-san."    Katsumi smiled, murmuring that it 

was OK.

 Her eyes, however, focused on   the   scar going across Tetsu's 

right cheek and ear. "What would a page like   yourself be doing

 with a battle scar like that?"    Tetsu paused, mouth opened slightly 

as he looked at her. She pushed his   hair   back, studying it. "If 

it had had proper treatment, then it wouldn't   have   scarred so badly. 

However, it does give you a rather dashing appeal,   doesn't   it?"    

The boy smiled, nodding. "Hai, it does.  So, you're really a doctor?" 

   "A nurse. You know they don't really approve of women doctors, sir."  

 Katsumi   replied, smirking.    "Ichimura Tetsunosuke." Tetsu corrected.

  "Tetsu for short."    "Tetsu-kun, then." Katsumi replied, nodding.

 "And you may call me   Katsumi."    Tetsu smiled, glancing over at her. 

 The woman smiled back, her amber   eyes   glinting in the morning sun. 

 Her long, ebony black hair held back in a   loose ponytail fluttered 

about her face in the morning breeze as she   pushed   some strands behind her ear.

 "Is this my little shop?"    Tetsu nodded, opening the shouji for her. 

"Hijikata-san says that most   of   the supplies are good and you can use. 

If you need anything else, let   him   know so he can order it.

"    Katsumi nodded, setting her box down on a table. 

"It looks good. I   think I   can make it work nicely."   

 "Do you need any help unpacking?" Tetsu inquired, trying to 

peek into   the   box.    Katsumi chuckled. "I don't wish to 

keep you from your page work. Just   call   me when lunch is 

ready, mm?"    The boy nodded before excusing himself. As soon

 as he left, Katsumi   turned   around, glancing at the room. 

To say it was unorganized would be an   understatement. 

Sighing, she pulled up the sleeves of her kimono and   set 

to   work.    ----------    "OI OI OI!"    

The voice belonged to one Harada Sanosuke, 

tenth squad captain.   Currently,   

the reason for his fuss was one of the other members 

of the ludicrous   "Comedian Three". Namely, ni-ban tai 

taichou, Nagakura Shinpachi.    "Hah! You get slower each day,

 Sano!" Shinpachi teased, bounding out of   the   way of Sano's

 bokken.  The latter, more used to using a spear, only   

growled,   restraining from breaking the wooden sword in half. 

   "When I get my hands on that scrawny ass of yours..." 

   "Whose hands are on whose ass?"    Both stopped and looked 

over at the last member, Toudou Heisuke, who   stood   in the 

threshold of the dojo, blinking. "Now, fess up, have you two 

  been   fooling around behind my back?"    "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

 Sano screeched, throwing his bokken at Heisuke who   ducked.

    Shinpachi shook his head, rubbing his nose. "Heisuke, you

 have no   tact."    "You just have to be broad-minded, 

Shinpattsuan!" Heisuke retorted   cheerfully.    "There's a 

difference between idiocy and broad-mindedness, and   

fortunately,   I can still distinguish between the two." 

Shinpachi muttered, folding   his   arms.    "BANZAI!"   

 Shinpachi squeaked, realizing all-too-late that he had 

let his guard   down as   the wooden sword in Sano's hands 

came crashing down on his head and all   went   black.   

 "Shit. You probably knocked off a few inches of his height

 with that   swing,   Sano."    "Eh, doesn't matter. 

Puppy-kun's surpassed him in height anyway."    ----------

    Shinpachi was dreaming. In his dream, he was six feet tall,

 Sano was a   midget and Heisuke had finally came out of the

 closet. Hell, for that   matter, Okita was actually a woman,

 Tetsu had puppy ears and Hijikata   was,   for some odd reason,

 bald. To top it all off, there was this beautiful   woman   

calling his name. Oh, yes, she looked just like one of the 

oiran from   Shimabara. Creamy, smooth skin, ebony black hair 

and, what the hell was   she   doing with that thing? Was it

 going where he thought it was? Oh, HELL   NO!   This was NOT

 in his contract!    "Oh, no, don't you even think about 

sticking that thing up my--HELLO!"    Shinpachi gasped, 

bolting upright, sweat beading at his brow. His eyes   wide,

   he clutched at his chest, while his heart beated heavily 

against his   chest.   'Oh, man... that was one hell of a 

nightmare....'    As he calmed down, he realized he was no 

longer in the dojo. Nor was he   in   his quarters.  He didn't 

know where he was, actually. It wasn't like   Sano   and 

Heisuke to actually take him to a... doctor?  Yes, the 

equipment   around   him was definitely medical equipment.

 No wonder he was having   nightmarish   dreams about nurses

 and.. unpleasant... events.    Movement caught his attention

 as he turned his head to see a woman walk   up   to him with 

a tray. She looked slightly startled. "Oh, you're awake.    

Well,   that's good. How do you feel?"    Shinpachi frowned 

for a moment. Well, he felt like he'd been hit by a   sumo  

 wrestler. ...Better not tell Sano that. "My head hurts."   

 "I would say so. You got quite a bump from Harada-san." The 

woman   commented,   setting her tray down. "Let's see how it's

 turning out."    Shinpachi shied away from her a bit as she 

approached him, the vivid   occurances in his dream making him

 shudder. She did sort of look like   the   nurse in his dream.

 "Uhhh...."    "Daijoubu... All I'm doing is seeing if the 

swelling is gone down." She   soothed, pushing his bangs out

 of his face. Shinpachi wrinkled his   nose. Oh,   yeah, how

 could he forget.    He had a fear of doctors.    

It was stupid, really. He couldn't remember when or why 

it started, but   he   just didn't like doctors. 

 He'd much rather take care of his own   injuries  

 than someone who could possibly cut him open to see 

what made him tick.    "Mmm, well it's not very bad, 

but it will definitely bruise. I've   requested  

 some ice to put on it to make the swelling go down."

 She murmured,   pressing   around the general area of 

the wound. He hissed, pulling away.    "That hurts." 

He muttered, swatting her hands away, scowling. He didn't  

 even   look at this woman. He wanted to go back to HQ. 

"Just let me go back to   the   headquarters." He muttered,

 arms crossing over his chest.    The woman looked generally 

surprised. "You must have gotten hit harder   than   I thought.

  You *are* at the Shinsengumi Headquarters, Nagakura-san."  

  Shinpachi paused, eyes darting over to her. "We don't have 

an on-call   doctor."    "As of nine o'clock this morning you 

did." She replied, adjusting her   apron.    "Oh. Where is he?"

    "You're looking at her." She answered, standing. 

"Hattori Katsumi   desu."    "You're a doctor? What is Nippon 

coming to? Women aren't doctors!"   Shinpachi   screeched, l

ooking generally surprised.    "Indeed. As I thought the Miburo

 were scary men whose looks could kill   someone. Then of 

course, I met you." She replied curtly.    Shinpachi twitched.

 That was hitting below the belt. Just as he was   about to  

 retort, Tetsunosuke came running in with a bucket. "Here's 

the ice you   wanted, Katsu-nee."    "Katsu-nee" smiled and 

took the bucket from him. "Thank you, Tetsu-kun.   That's all

 I need."    He grinned before waving to Shinpachi and bounded 

out. The man frowned,   a   large vein appearing on his 

forehead. The woman had already managed to   swoon   the puppy.

 Great. She was infecting the Miburo like the plague.    

He was brought out of his reverie with a yelp as a bag of cold

 ice   landed in   between his legs.  Katsumi smirked, folding

 her arms. "Keep that on   your   wound and not your groin and

 that should help the pain. Though, if you   keep   it where it

 is now, it might do you more good."    Shinpachi's face turned

 beet red. Oh, how he wished he had his sword.   If   only, if

 only....    "You're dismissed. Now, get out. I have work to do

."    The second captain gaped at her, before sputtering. 

He hadn't gotten in   his   comeback yet! He had a reputation

 to uphold! He--Oh, shit.    Katsumi turned around, holding up

 a syringe. "Or would you like to be   subdued with a nice dose

 of--"    Where Shinpachi sat was a cloud of dust in the shape 

of the captain.    Revenge could wait.    ----------    

Sano and Heisuke sat on the deck in front of the dojo, having 

just   finished   eating a nice snack. (Well, it was a snack for Sano. 

For Heisuke, it   would   keep him full for three weeks.) 

Letting out a belch, Sano leaned back,   soaking in the 

mid-day sun. "I wonder how Shinpachi's feeling. I mean,  

 with   a sexy nurse like that to take care of him, I wouldn't

 blame him if he   lied   and said he had tubularculosis."  

  Heisuke was about to correct him when he figured that would 

be about   the   closest the man could come to actually getting

 the word right. At any   rate,   a blur of orange shot out 

from around the corner as Shinpachi screeched   and   burrowed

 himself in Heisuke's chest, sobbing and mumbling something   

about   "evil women with needles."    Heisuke and Sano 

exchanged looks before the former wrapped his arms   around 

  Shinpachi (a little too eagerly, we might add) and began 

to comfort   him.   "There there, Shinpattsuan. Now tell us

 what's wrong."    Shinpachi took a deep breath and looked 

up to his two comrades with the   biggest watery eyes he 

could muster.  In fact, he could put Frodo   Baggins to  

 shame with the amount of pitifullness he was managing to 

bullshit.   "Evil   doctor-lady tried to torture me!"    

"What, did she try to give you a retinal exam? I hear those

 can hurt   sometimes..."    "EWW! I didn't need to know that!"

 Sano screeched, making a face.    Heisuke gave Sanosuke a 

deadpanned look. "RETINAL, Sano. RETINAL."  

  Shinpachi shook his head, burying his face in Heisuke's 

training gi.   "She   was gonna SEDATE me! And she insulted me,

 too. I couldn't even think of   a   proper comeback."   

 Gasps escaped Heisuke and Sano. Shinpachi not be able to make

 a witty   reply?   This was serious.    

"One of the eight signs of the apocalypse!" Sano exclaimed.   

 "Seven, Sano."    "Right. Seven. Man, this calls for some

 action..." Sano muttered,   rubbing   his chin with two rough 

fingers.    Heisuke nodded sagely, stroking Shinpachi's hair 

and back like a pet as   he   thought. "We could pull some 

pranks to get her back... that is, if   Shinpattsuan wants to..

."    Immediately Shinpachi perked up, pulling himself up to 

level his eyes   with   his friend. "REALLY?!"    "I think that

 means 'yes', Heisuke." Sano chuckled. Shinpachi grinned   

deviously and crawled off of Heisuke's lap, straightening out

 his   haori.   "What are we waiting for?"    ----------    

A short time later, Ayu-nee was ringing the bell for lunch. 

The men   strolled   in, half sweaty, dirty, and in dire need

 of anti-perspirant although we   highly doubt it was available

 in mass quantities at the time.  Sitting   down   and chatting

 away as food was served, most momentarily stopped to see   

the   new woman make her way to an empty space beside Tetsu, 

smiling warmly   at the   boy. Of course, most of the men went

 back to swords and how they could   stab   things, though a 

few kept their eyes on the relatively attractive   woman.  

 Those few being the comedian three.    "H, S, S. In position.

 It's showtime boys..."    "Will you cut that out?"    Heisuke

 stuck his tongue out at Sano as the man grunted that he was 

  losing   man points faster than Hijikata could spit out bad

 haiku.    Katsumi was showing Tetsu the places where one could

 feel their pulse   as   Ayumu began to serve out lunch. Sano 

immediately forgot about their   mission   and began to eat,

 earning looks from both Heisuke and Shinpachi, to   

which he   either ignored or just didn't see.   

 Heisuke and Shinpachi exchanged grins. "Let's do it." 

   ---------    Thirty minutes later, Katsumi stormed out

 of the mess hall. Her kimono   was   soaked in miso and her

 hair had onigiri clumps attached to it. To say   it was   a 

food fight would be technically incorrect, for she had dignity

 and   would   not throw back food. So thusly, it was a food 

ambush.    Ayu-nee followed after her a few minutes later, 

calling her name.   Katsumi   turned around to see her run up

 to her with an apologetic expression.   "I am   so sorry, 

Hattori-san. I don't know what's gotten in to those three.  

 They're   bad, but never this bad."    "It's nothing, 

Yamazaki-san. I'm sure they're just wanting to get me   riled  

 up." She smiled a bit, although inside she was plotting bloody

 deaths   for   the three of them. "I'll just go bathe and 

return to my quarters. Where   is   the bathhouse?"   

 ----------    Well, THAT was eventful.    Now clean, Katsumi

 sat in her make-shift infirmary, fuming. Where they   had  

 gotten the ice to dump in the water, she wasn't sure, but she

 knew it   was   definitely COLD. And then, she didn't know koi

 could live in soap   water.   Furthermore, if she ever found 

out which one was responsible for the   ink on   her yukata, 

she would rip them apart with tweezers. YES, TWEEZERS.   

 Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from her frustration.

 She was   trying her best to please Hijikata and do her best

 as a qualified nurse   but   after the events, she got fussed

 out by the fukuchou because of the   three's   pranks. Wiping

 her eyes, she set her jaw, standing up to finish   unpacking.

    ----------    Shinpachi and Heisuke exchanged glances. Had

 they heard a sniffle?    "Oh God, I hope we didn't make her 

cry. I hate to see women cry."   Heisuke   moaned as they 

walked away.    Shinpachi snorted. "She deserved it!"    

"Shinpattsuan.. are you sure you're not overdoing it? I mean,

 it's not   like   she actually did anything to you."   

 "Yeah, the worse was only a nightmare." Sano added, chewing 

on a piece   of   straw.    "Maybe... but hey, if you work with

 the Miburo you gotta be able to put   up   with the Comedian 

Three!" Shinpachi defended. He had a reputation to   keep   up.

    "Whatever, let's finish this conversation after this 

evening's patrol,   OK?"    Shinpachi and Sano nodded, before 

all three went to get their uniforms   for   the evening patrol

.    ----------    "Shit!" Sano cursed as he dodged another 

swing from the blade of a   Choshuu   warrior. He momentarily 

glanced over to see how his two friends were   fairing, seeing

 that Heisuke and Shinpachi were both fighting as hard   as he

   was. They really hadn't expected an ambush of all things. 

Two of their   men   were down, the others engaging in heavy 

combat against the dozen or so   Choshuu.    "Shinpachi, duck!

 Wait, don't, you're short enough!"  Heisuke yelled as   he   

swung over his shorter friend, black capping an enemy in the 

head,   delivering a fatal blow. Shinpachi was about to retort

 with a few nasty   words, but instead, yelped, eyes widening 

as a blade swung for   Heisuke's   side. Doing the only thing 

he could think of, he darted forward, arms   wrapping around 

Heisuke's waist as he twisted, pulling both of them out   of 

  the way of the blade and sending them crashing to the ground.

    Both crashed and scrambled to their feet, back to back. 

"Next time   gimme a   warning."    "Next time watch your damn

 back."    "Fair enough."    Sano's spear smashed against 

another man's head. The enemy numbers were   slowly diminishing

 and he gave a sigh of relief--that quickly turned to   a  

 choked gasp. "SHINPACHI!"    The red-head blinked, whirling

 around at the sound of his name as one   of the   last blades

 of the enemy came across and with a sickening sound of   metal

   severing flesh and muscle. He opened his mouth to scream, 

but his voice   was   choked out by pain as his eyes widened.

 The pain was suffocating as he   fell   to his knees. Black 

began to surround him as he lost consciousness. The   last   

thing he remembered is agonizing pain.    ----------    Soft 

brown lashes fluttered against closed eyes. The warm sun 

flooding   in   from the window bathed the young man laying on 

a futon, resting. Rich   brown   freckles on fair skin matched 

the bright red hair perfectly.    The sweet scent of flowers 

flooded his nostrils as Shinpachi came to,   opening his eyes

 to reveal warm brown orbs, cloudy from sleep and   confusion

.   He soon realized he was in the infirmary and was in a lot

 of pain. His   right   side ached like it had been hit by 

something big. Groaning, he   attempted to   sit up when 

strong hands pushed him back down. "Careful there,   

Shinpattsuan."    Immediately Shinpachi recognized Heisuke's

 voice as he looked over to   his   friend. "What happened?"

    "You got cut open by a Choshuu bastard. You're lucky to 

be alive. There   was.. you lost.. a lot of blood." Heisuke

 commented softly, fingering   the   edge of a flower petal

 from the bouquet on the window seal.    "Then how...?"    

"Hattori-san. She managed to close the wound before it was too

 late.   Sano's   talking with her right now."    

Shinpachi nodded, resting his head back on the pillow. 

He now owed   Hattori-san an apology as well as a thank you.

 Great. He sucked at such   things. Just then, the shouji 

opened and in walked Sano followed by   Katsumi,   who had 

some lilies in her hands, going to place them in the bouquet.

    "Hey, chibi. How you feeling?"    "Almost good enough to

 smack you for calling me a chibi." Shinpachi   deadpanned, 

wishing he could sit up. Instead, his hand reached to his   

side   under the blankets, feeling the stitches sticking out

 of his skin and   through the bandages. He winced, frowning.

 "I hate the Choshuu."    "Yeah, man. You scared the shit out

 of us." Sano commented, sitting   down   beside the futon. 

Katsumi walked past him, placing the lilies in the   vase.  

  Shinpachi looked over at her, his features softening. "Oi..

.   Hattori-san...?"    "You don't need to thank me." Katsumi 

commented, looking over at him.   "It's   my duty to save lives

."    "No, I mean, yeah, I wanted to thank you but, I wanted t

o also   apologize for   treating you the way I did. It was 

childish of me--err, us."    "Hey. It was your idea."   

 "Yeah, we only followed cuz we were board."    "Thanks." 

Shinpachi muttered. "Anyway, will you accept my apology?"  

  Katsumi stopped, head lowered before looking over at him and

 smiling.   "Yes.   I accept it. Thank you."   

 Shinpachi grinned over at his friends.   

 "However, you will stay off your feet for ten days and eat

 the diet I   prepare for you since cut open part of your 

stomach." She explained,   sitting   down beside Heisuke. 

"Oh, and you have to take your vitamins."    Shinpachi groaned

 as his two friends laughed at his misery. It was   going to

   be a long two weeks.    Though, something told him in the

 back of his mind, it wouldn't be all   that   bad.    Owari?