Walking down the corridor Jin stopped to take a small breath for courage before opening the door to the Tengu's room. Softly floating over to the bed the wind master sat down Indian-style atop of the comforter, and began his assault by poking the samurai's feet.

"Mmm." The blue haired bish groaned rolling over.

"Shishi" Jin sang, continuing to poke.

"…What?" A groggy voice echoed from the covers

"…You're up." Jin blinked in surprise. 'And you're not killing me…"

"…I had this strange dream." Shishi continued. "We were all swimming in this orange river…and eating cupcakes."

Jin had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. No wonder the samurai wasn't choking the life from him, he was still half asleep thus why he was sharing his interesting, and surprisingly g-rated, dream. "Did they have frosting?"

"…Pink."

"Yum."

"…Jin?"

"Yeah?"

Before the wind master had time to blink he suddenly found himself on his back with a familiar cold steel pressed against his throat. "THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM AT THIS HOUR?!"

"GAH! Apparently be'n lulled into a false sense of security with you be'n half drugged by magic cupcakes in fairy land!"

Shishiwakamaru blinked unsure of how to respond. Part of him wanted the statement repeated, but had a feeling it wouldn't make sense if he heard it twice or three hundred times. "WHY are you here?"

"Lad's sick."

"…Rinku?" Shishi blinked.

A nod from the redhead, "Suzu, be think'n it's his appendix. If so you need to be driving him to that apparition doc in a box downtown."

Groaning the tengu rolled off the elemental, groping around the bed for his hakama, placing the bottoms on, he began his sluggish journey out of his room and into the hallway where the other housemates had gathered.

Spying his blonde companion mixing some sort of concoction into a bottle he decided to get a clearer version of the truth. Looking into the tired mint green eyes he cocked his head to the side and spoke. "…Eh?"

"Good morning Shishiwaka." The inventor greeted.

"Mmm?"

"No he's not faking. Think you can drive him to the clinic?"

"Mmmmmmm."

"Sure, get coffee, Touya's downstairs trying to sort through our pack o' insurance, and make since of it all."

Jin stared blinking. "You understood him?"

"Hm, oh yeah." The blonde shrugged, corking the bottle he had been mixing and shaking it a little. "We met a few years before the Dark Tournament and lived together…didn't really take too long for me to understand his morning gibberish."

/

"Thank you for calling the Kamiya clinic, If you are a regular patient press one, If you have an appointment press two, To speak to our pharmacy press three, If you require an ambulance to get to our facilities please hang up and contact the proper care service, to speak to an operator press four-"

The ice master sighed in irritation, jamming the button labeled four with his thumb. He had never been a huge fan of phones.

"…All of our current associates are unable to take your call at this time, please hold and someone will be with you in just a moment."

As soon as the musical version of muskrat love began playing on the other end of the phone, Touya hung up, and continued digging through the salsa stained envelope hoping to find different means of contacting Dr. Kamiya. The packet the six of them had received when the gained dual citizenship contained their human I.D.'s, background information, and medical insurance spirit world had paid for, since Koenma had considered the six 'former diplomats' after he had been persuaded by a certain spirit fox.

'Which reminds me…' Touya cringed. There was one person he knew he could call who might know the doctor's home person, she had helped with his first arrest. But the ice master really, really did not want to wake her up at this hour.

"Any luck get'n a hold of the doc?" Jin asked, clapping his friend on the shoulder.

"None…I can't get through at the clinic which means it's probably really busy…Either way Rinku should probably get there…You awake yet Shishi?"

The blue-haired man who had been quietly drinking coffee at the other side of the table gave a brief nod before standing up. Though he was not the only one to acquire a human driver's license, Shishi seemed to be the only one with a working car. The other vehicle a stone-age mini van that held all six of them seemed to break down every other mile, certainly not something to be used in emergencies.

Walking into the ice master's room, the samurai saw Suzuka kneeling over Rinku with his hand resting on his forehead. "…Is he asleep?"

"Yeah, that stuff I gave him earlier wasn't so much a pain killer as it was a sedative…You ready to go?"

"Yeah." Shishi answered watching the blonde pick up the youth, only to put him in Shishi's arms. The samurai's eyes widened in realization, "Wait I'm the only one going?"

"I should stay here and help Jin and Touya with all that paperwork. It only takes one person to drive him there and admit him Shishi. This way, by the time you get there everything should in order so he can go into surgery. Then we'll meet you at the clinic."

"How will you get there? Planning to fix that Jurassic-van of yours?"

"We'll run if we have to…Shishiwaka, time is an issue here." The ex-clown emphasized turning the tengu around so he was facing the hall.

"But-"

"Just go! Unless you want to stay here and crunch numbers and have ME drive YOUR car."

Glaring at the last bit. The samurai sighed, heading down the stairs with the yo-yo child asleep in his arms.

"Call us when you get there." Touya yelled from the kitchen.

"Yes mother." Came a deadpan.

"Piss off." Touya mumbled.

"Hehe. Someone else be calling ya girly Toy. You know what that means." Jin grinned, poking his friend in the back of the neck.

"…Yes I do." The ice master smiled, dialing a number and handing the phone to the redhead. "Jin will you try talking to the clinic? I just can't seem to get through to the receptionist. Why don't you let her have it?"

"No problem Toy, I'll get through to their old deaf ears."

"Hello?"

"No listen hear ya crazy deaf loony! This here is a bloody emergency, now why don't ya do yar job and contact me to the proper doc unless you're too lazy to do what you're blood well paid for!"

"IS THIS SOME KIND OF SICK JOKE YOU OVER GROWN LEPRECHAUN?! WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH YOU THE MAKAI TOURNAMENT AND THE TRAINING YOU ENDURED UNDER MY WATCH IS GOING TO SEEM LIKE A FUCKING CAKE WALK!"

The wind master's eyes widened, before falling on a smirking ice demon. "M-master Genkai?"

Suzuka who had been going through the insurance papers looked up at the blue haired demon, 'Note to self never piss off Touya.'

Yeah! My third update in a week! Hopefully my writing slum is over. /knock wood/ So what do you guys think? It may seem a bit slow passed, but I wanted a chance to write these guys in a bit more detail, then how I usually write them. So…my infection is healing slowly but surely again /knock wood/ not that I would want to repeat it. So I guess I had to go back to an ER, to really get into the mood for this story. /laughs/ But speaking with a lot of different authors I learn that our sad realities inspire a LOT of fanfics. Hopefully that should please you readers in some sad sick way. /laughs/ Just kidding. But please for my mental health and the health of quick updates REVIEW!! I own nothing!

-Siren

P.S. Con season is coming up! If anyone in the Orlando area is going to Metrocon or AFO please e-mail me. I'm trying to get a Yu Yu Hakusho group together.