The Master's Definition…
One young man scowled darkly as he strode down the hallway of a place, smelling of bleach, cleanliness, and chlorine. He held a heavy object in one hand, which dangled at his side like a big stone block. He was not against sanitation, especially when it came to hospitals, but he could not stand those strange patients, who expressed no sanity. Here, he was volunteering his time at a hospital because…
"Excuse me, where's the Health Services?" Some nice young lady asked him.
His eyebrows twitched in annoyance. "That way," he said in a high, not so pleasant tone, his English accent as strong and distinct as his hand that thrust in the direction ahead of him.
As she walked away, he thought again, the only reason why he worked here at such a time and place was because…
He stopped again as he turned a corner and noticed the hallway dark with the lack of florescent lights. "Bason, be ready for anything." His guardian ghost appeared flanking him. He had to be cautious because he sensed the presence of spirits. When he reached the door of the patient he was in the hospital to see, he heard music and voices. He slowly turned the doorknob and entered.
"Hey, Len," the patient laughed.
"Hey, yourself! Everyone out! This is a hospital!"
All the colorful spirits dissipated, grumbling their discontent.
"Len, we were just having fun."
Len's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "It is hospital policy that nobody, dead or alive, may visit patients after dark."
"Hehe, they weren't visiting. They were partying with me!"
"That is even worse!"
"Yeah? Well, it's good to see you too, Len."
"Yes, you just woke this morning and I never had the time to talk to you face to face alone about the most important things because everyone who came to visit you couldn't be serious about the issue."
Yoh's face suddenly changed to a solemn one, while he listened.
"I knew you would get hurt battling Zeke or worse."
"Ah, I was caught off guard. Unprepared, that's all," Yoh laughed. He was doing well at concealing what he truly felt.
The whole gang knew that Yoh had been hanging on the last thread of life after his battle with Zeke. He was not ready and had to pay for his audaciousness and like every shaman powerful enough to survive, face hospitalization.
"This is serious."
"Len, you really do care…." Yoh cooed.
Len jumped. "What are you talking about!"
"You came here on your own, volunteering at the hospital just so that you could talk to me like this."
"You're point?"
Yoh shrugged giving off another light chuckle. "This is no time to be serious, but to celebrate because, once again, you have done something nice for someone else."
"Look, have you ever thought about it? What if Zeke won?" Len asked.
"But he did, Len."
"Don't be a twit, Yoh."
"What do you mean, Len?"
"Zeke can't win when you're still alive."
"Oh… So you came here to talk about death."
"And since you can't be serious about this subject, I see no point in giving you a head's up."
"I don't need one, Len. I've pretty much calculated my next plan of action."
"And what is that?"
"Training and two tripled sized cheese burgers with fries."
Len tried so hard not to strangle Yoh. Instead he just said in a warning tone, "If you die…."
"Zeke will win," Yoh sighed. "I know, but I won't."
"Death is crossing the bar, kicking the bucket, buying the farm, and croaking. Afterwards we end up as spirits like my buddy Amidamaru here."
"Grrrr… You are so brainless."
"Say… Len, what you got there?" Yoh pointed at the book in Len's hand.
"You're get-well-soon present." Len dropped it over his legs.
"Huh? A dictionary?"
"I knew you wouldn't be serious, so look in 'D' for the definition. While you're at it, why don't you look up 'simpleton,' too?"