Authors Note: Due to being busy with well life. I will be more selective with my guest review and not choosing ones that are practically an essay. Thank you for understanding and please make reasonably long review.

Guest Reviews:

DragonbladeB5: Hey, wait a minute, Sargent! Chocolate has sugar also, you know that?

Mangle6 (author): Yes Sargent is aware of that.

DragonbladeB5: What exactly does Sweetz mean by "living", considering her and Sargent being yo-kai means their dead and all?

Mangle6 (author): Sweetz means that instead of constantly inspiriting people that they should do something other then that and do things they want to do.

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Sweetz looked at Sargent's room door with worry and curiosity, she kept finding herself wanting to open the door despite her housemates objections.

'He's been in there for an hour! Open the stupid door!' Sweetz thought, but she couldn't force herself to invade Sargent's privacy especially since he made it very clear not to. Sweetz pressed her ear against the door she could faintly hear sounds of Sargent moving around his room. Sweetz gave an exasperated sigh, and opened the door. When she got inside the she saw that there was tufts of Sargent's fur on the floor.

Sweetz tilted her head, it was just starting to become winter in the yo-kai world. If anything her and Sargent's winter coats should be starting to grow in. Losing fur was not only uncommon at this time, but it could be dangerous and life-threatening. Sweetz felt concern well up in her chest, was Sargent sick? He couldn't be losing his fur winter was practically ready to slap mother nature in the face.

Sweetz then heard some movement in Sargent's restroom, and against her better judgment the dog quietly walked her way over. After all the female yo-kai didn't want Sargent to hear her and think she was a peeping tom or worse yet kill her. Sweetz carefully looked through the doorway as Sargent had forgotten to shut the door. The female yo-kai saw Sargent as it looked as if he had recently taken a bath as his clothes we're discarded on the floor. Sweetz tilted her head; why had Sargent took another shower?

The cowlicked dog snapped out of her thoughts and watched as Sargent was brushing his teeth. Sweetz worry began to simmer down, maybe Sargent had walked off to avoid hurting her. That'd make sense after all. But suddenly Sweetz nose twitched as horrifyingly familiar smell game to her nose. Beyond all the minty toothpaste fresh goodness was the smell of blood that Sweetz faintly picked up.

Sweetz again felt fear but tried to shake it off,

'Sweetz stop being silly! Sargent always has the scent of blood on him! Remember his ears, granted….the smell is stronger but it's fine! It's probably nothing!' The female yo-kai thought. But her thoughts (and doubting herself) came to a complete stop as she saw Sargent spit out the foamy toothpaste. Sweetz saw that the foam that was supposed to be white was pink; almost red! That's when she realized Sargent had brushed his teeth so roughly that his gums we're bleeding! Sweetz watched in horror as Sargent grabbed his mouthwash and put some in his mouth.

Sargent winced in pain and he began to walk out of restroom. Sweetz ran and hid under the Sargent's bed, she watched as Sargent paced around the room swishing the mouthwash in his mouth. Sweetz lifted her ears as she heard that Sargent's seemed to be talking to himself as he was pacing. She then saw Sargent walk back into the restroom to spit out the mouthwash. Sweetz then decided to make a break for it, but unfortulently her and Sargent both crashed into each other.

Both dogs fell on their backs, Sargent was the first to recover as his eye's landed on Sweetz.

And his temper surged.

"Sweetz! I specifically told you not to come in my room! How many times do I have to tell you!? I can't believe you would—" Sargent said, but to his surprise Sweetz interrupted.

"Oh don't give me that speech! You brushed your teeth so…well…rough that your gums are bleeding! And apparently you've taken an unnecessary shower! And plus you've kept yourself cooped up in your room for the last hour!" Sweetz said, Sargent blushed; had he really been in his room for an hour?

"Is this what you've been doing to yourself!? Oh and also your shedding! You shouldn't be shedding! Sargent what is wrong with you!? Seriously! I'm your friend not a solider! Tell me what's wrong! Stop shutting me out!" Sweetz finished, Sargent looked at the floor and saw that his fur was on it. He had been shedding? He couldn't believe it!

"Well!?" Sweetz said, Sargent yelped in fear and surprise he took a step back only to trio over his own feet and land on his back again. Sargent looked at Sweetz and he could honestly say he'd never felt more intimidated. And he'd been in the military! Sargent felt his muzzle and cheeks go red as he looked at the ground. He knew there was no way out of this,

"I-I-I……I….ha-hav-have…..sac-saccha-saccharophobia." Sargent said in humiliation and defeat. Sweetz tilted her head in utter confusion,

"Saccharowhatia?" Sweetz said. Sargent blushed even redder and sighed his voice turning to a whisper.

"Saccharophobia. It's the phobia of sugar ya know from candy, cookies, slushies. Like on how you have arachnophobia." Sargent said, Sweetz blinked and then she started to laugh. Sweetz ended up laughing so hard that she fell on her back.

"That's the most hilarious thing I've ever heard! Good one Sargent!" Sweetz said between her laugher, Sargent whined and blushed. Sweetz noticed this and rained in her laughter as she sat on her haunches.

"Your kidding." She said, Sargent didn't reply as he looked away.

"…..your kidding?" Sweetz said, feeling a stab of concern in her chest. Sargent felt his eye's gloss over as he tried the best not to whimper in front of Sweetz.

"OMG YOUR NOT KIDDING!" Sweetz exclaimed jumping on all fours, Sargent winced.

"But how!? Sugar and sweets is wonderful! It's so delicious and magical! How can you be afraid of sugar!? You we're in the military!" Sweetz said, Sargent still didn't reply as tried to curl into a ball.

"Never mind, I'm bring insensitive. First, we're gonna have a nice fun day at the spa. And then I'm gonna help you even if it kills me!" Sweetz said,

"But—" Sargent said.

"But nothing!" Sweetz said, "As God at my witness I will get you over your saccharophobia!" Sargent gulped as he prayed to whatever deity out there that Sweetz would just give up.