A.N: Last chapter was rather boring in my opinion...but it needed to be in there. However, this should bring in something interesting. Arigatou for all the reviews. It seems like more people like this story than my Legolas one. Oh well...

Oh yeah, Kenshin's hair is only chin-length. Just like at the end of the manga. I think it would suit him better in modern times. Oh, and sorry if I put up Britney Spears as the picture Sano posted on Megumi's desktop. It's just I know a LOT of girls would be offended, (I know I would kick whoever put that picture up for my wallpaper) and I needed something to fuel the "hacking" war. Not saying Sano has bad taste...after all, he is Sano ne?

Chapter Four

"IIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Misao yelled as she backed away from Megumi, her blue eyes were wide and flashed with anger.

"Oh come on, it's just a dress," the other woman sighed rolling her eyes, in her hand was a dark blue dress on a hanger. All right, a dark blue revealing dress on a hanger.

"I am not going to look like a slut!" the girl fired back. "You have got to be kidding me Megumi."

"You know we're supposed to pose as the ahem, lovers, to the other team."

"I don't recall lovers wearing that."

"We are those girls you see in movies that are beautiful, elegant, scantily clad, intelligent, and completely unattainable. The envy of the other girls because we have gorgeous males, and worshipped by the other males."

"Does that seem oxymoronic to you? Or is that just me? Since when did elegant, scantily clad and intelligent come in one package?" the other girl asked crossing her arms.

Megumi was silent for a moment as she went through her head for any other ways to get Misao to wear the dress. Then something clicked in her head. "I'll erase your game file of War of Genesis if you don't wear this."

"You can't do that!" the other girl protested.

"Why not?" the older girl asked looking at her nails. "I mean it's just a silly game taking up space on the computer. Really Misao..."

Misao gritted her teeth. Megumi was not playing fair. Misao glared at the woman and finally gave up. "Give me that ugly thing."

"I knew there was a way to get you around," Megumi said with a smile. "And it's not anything ugly. It cost quite a bit."

"It really must cost a lot if you even think it costs a lot," Misao muttered.

"Oh, go take a shower first. We don't want your hair up in that braid tonight."

Misao rolled her eyes, picked up the dress and entered the bathroom.

* * * * * *

"Hey! I get to look like a pretty boy!" Sano exclaimed in a somewhat sarcastic tone. He stared at himself in the mirror wearing a white button up and black dress pants.

"It's not that bad," Kenshin muttered, "at least not as bad as this." He himself was forced to wear a somewhat hugging tight black sweater with small silver designs that hugged his slender frame, along with some white pants that were a little...restrictive.

Sanosuke snickered, "You look like one of those J-rockers. Heh heh."

"You be quiet," Kenshin hissed back. "Do you think I need this?" he asked holding up a sakabatou.

"How are you going to carry that in? Try this." Rummaging through his drawer Sanosuke threw him a small handgun. "This should suffice."

Kenshin looked over the gun. "Fine. But you know that's not my style."

"Not mine either," the other man replied. "Though you have to admit, it's much cleaner."

"Yeah...but it doesn't feel right, as ironic as it sounds."

The other man nodded his head in agreement as he adjusted his collar. Aoshi walked into the room that prompted Sanosuke to snicker again. "One J-rocker, and one Yuki Eiri."

"Shut up," the tall man replied coming in with black dress pants, white button up underneath a dinner jacket with no tie.

"You want a gun?"

Aoshi's lips turned into a half smile. "You have no idea how funny that sounds, but yes."

* * * * * *

"Are those girls even close to finished yet?" Saitou muttered as he idly smoked a cigarette on the balcony.

Tokio walked over and yanked the cigarette out of her husband's mouth and stepped on it. "Let the girls do what they need to do. You need a full effect ne anata?" Saitou only sighed, wrapped his arms around his wife, and buried his face into her hair.

Minutes later Megumi was pacing the living room impatiently. Every once in a while looking up at the staircase, hoping that the other two girls would be ready. It was all right trying to persuade Kaoru into her outfit, but Misao proved to be difficult, and even more difficult when having her hair and make-up done.

"Ano..." Kaoru murmured as she walked down the staircase. Megumi turned around and looked over the girl.

"Very nice," the older girl approved looking over her handy work. "I should have been a make-up artist rather than becoming a doctor."

"Is it okay?" Kaoru asked a bit nervously. She smoothed her hand down the long skirt she was wearing.

"It's fine."

Saitou stepped into the room and raised an eyebrow when he saw Kaoru. "This should prove to be an interesting night," he mumbled. But Tokio heard and gave him a slight shove.

"MISAO! GET DOWN HERE!" yelled after waiting for another twenty minutes. There was no response from upstairs. But soon enough a young girl peered out of her room. "Don't be such a child Misao, get down here and do your job."

"I look like a slut."

"The dress is not that bad...that is unless you want something even more daring!" Megumi laughed, her fox ears popping up. Misao glared at the girl and crossed her arms over her chest. Megumi was serious again and studied her nails. "Of course...there is the notion of erasing all your War of Genesis files..."

"You play dirty."

"One of my many hidden talents," Megumi answered airly. "Now come on down."

Misao reluctantly walked down the stairs and stood in front of everyone. Megumi eyed her other piece of work critically. "Mmhm...just as I thought, you do have a figure!" Misao's blue eyes flashed in anger, but she chose to remain silent.

"Hhmph...the weasel girl doesn't seem to look like a weasel today," Saitou commented as he took out another cigarette.

"NANI?" the young girl exploded.

"No smoking in the house!" Tokio replied sharply snatching the cigarette away, throwing it into the nearest wastebasket. "Come on girls, the limo is waiting."

"A limo? Sugoi!" Misao and Kaoru cried as they were ushered out the door quickly.

* * * * * *

"Oh look, they're here," Hiko murmured, opening the door before the other troupe even ran the door bell. "Saitou-san, Tokio-san..." Hiko greeted.

"Hello Hiko-san...are your boys ready?" Saitou asked with a slight smirk ushering the girls in. Misao and Kaoru a little surprised to see their professor open the door.

The three boys were lounging on the sofas, when three pair of long shapely legs caught their attention. They looked up to see three girls walk into the den.

"KITSUNE?" Sanosuke exclaimed getting up.

"Hello baka," Megumi replied with a smug look on her face.

"Damn...I wish I knew earlier," he murmured. He walked over to her with a cocky smile apparent on his face. He eyed the thin-strapped black dress she wore with a plunging neckline. "You look very nice today..."

"I am going undercover," she replied flipping her hair. "I have to look good, even if you don't..." she trailed off, her eyes caught a small part of his upper toned chest revealed by the unbuttoning of the first two buttons of his shirt. Her eyes hungrily roamed the rest of his body and her mouth quirked up into a smile. "Then again..." she purred a wicked glint in her eyes.

Sanosuke smirked and lowered his head to capture her lips in a deep kiss.

The other four were a bit uncomfortable as they tried not to watch the intimate interaction between Sanosuke and Megumi. "That's enough for now Sanosuke," Hiko quipped breaking the couple up. "Stay focused."

"So...this is your male team..."

"Yes..." Hiko-san replied. "Misao I want you to go with Aoshi..." The girl nodded but stood in place. "Well go over to him!"

Aoshi watched the girl, Misao, as she stood next to her friend. His eyes wandered up and down her lithe frame, appreciating what he saw. A long curve hugging dark blue coloured dress, strapless, with a large circular piece of fabric cut out at the back. There was a slit on one side of the dress that went up to mid-thigh, giving him a view of her nice legs. Half of her long hair was put in a bun, held in by two chopsticks, the button half of her hair was let down, a few pieces of the shorter bangs framing her face. Yet, there was something familiar about this enticing girl that he could not place a finger on at the moment.

"Hiko is as touchy as he is in class," Misao mumbled as she walked over to sit next to Aoshi. She had caught his heated gaze for a moment, before a calm mask was slid back on to his face.

"Now...that leaves baka deshi with Kaoru," Hiko announced smugly, noticing Aoshi's response to his chosen partner.

Kaoru walked over to the young man, her T.A, wearing small- framed blue tinted shades. "He looks like some J-rocker," she thought to herself.

Kenshin watched the girl calmly as he watched her walk over to him. He let his eyes take in the beauty of the woman that was to be his partner. The slit in the maroon coloured skirt showing off her legs. She wore a black thin-strapped top that hinted on the curves she had underneath.

"She's well proportioned," Kenshin thought, allowing his alter-ego side to show.

"You've all been briefed. Act like couples. Remember to keep that attitude, sharp, intelligent and witty. All right, remember your weapons. Don't use them unless it is necessary. You six all into the limo...you have a party to be at."

Kenshin was the last to exit and turned to his master before leaving. "Ano...Shishou..."

"I know it is not your nature to be intelligent," Hiko murmured. Kenshin ignored the insult. "But let your Battousai's attitude show for once. But remember to keep a leash on your dragon. I still have some faith left in you."

Kenshin nodded, ignoring the last remark as well, and left the house. Hiko crossed his arms as he watched the limo drive off into the night. Saitou walked up to him with Tokio on his arm. "Think they'll be okay?"

"They'll be fine," Hiko replied confidently, "besides, I raised them."

Saitou rolled his eyes and walked into the house. All Saitou, Tokio, and Hiko could do now was wait. It was up to the six young adults to do the rest.