(Trapping Kenshin's sword with the scabbard, Hiko smashes into Kenshin's shoulder.)Hiko: You think you can learn the secret techniques of the Hiten Mi...surugi school in that condition? Stupid pupil. First fight a round with me. Then I'll teach them to you. Hey, what's wrong. I deliberately hit you with the flat, so get up.(Clutching his shoulder, Kenshin turns his glare at him.)Hiko (thinking): Unlike his skills, his gaze hasn't dulled at all. Just like when I taught him the Hiten Mitsurugi--. Even the red nail polish was a symbol of slavery.My mistress gradually trained me to be her effeminate slave. I soonlearned to cook and clean and take care of mistress's needs. I had tokiss her feet in the morning and night and whenever she asked me to. Iwas whipped when she wanted to punish me. She would chain me or tie toa tree naked and use a leather whip on my butt till I was screaming formercy or begin crying.The best part about being her slave was that she made me feel like awoman.. She was giving me that same coy smile."Uhh, I took one of your double A batteries for my shaver. Get dressed quick, sweetheart. We have to leave in 45 minutes."Emmie was heart-breakingly beautiful. We had entered the church sanctuary and had taken seats near the back. She was wearing a new dress that she had only worn once before, to a wedding. It was a bright blue flower print, and it fit her like it was made for her. Actually, the top button was rather lower than it should have been, and it. I was at a loss for words.“I’m sorry Tina. I am being most inappropriate, but I can’t help it. I don’t see girls like you back home. It’s too cold.” Tina flashed her beautiful smile at me.“No worries Professor, the girls and I are being mean to you, you being here all alone and in a strange place with no girlfriend. I’m sorry, we were just having some fun with you. Didn’t mean any harm. Hope you’re not offended?”I relaxed a bit. “Thank you Tina. It is really hard…uh…you know…difficult..