A/N: I did say there were going to be fillers, didn't I? Our first little guest is the friendly, exhausted, exasperated doctor of Shibusen! My own little OC~

Edit: I've decided to do a little fun thing. If you want your characters poorly sketched out (I'm getting used to my new tablet, so I need the practice as well), feel free to PM whether or not you want to! It's optional, but it'll help you guys (and me) imagine these character and maybe I'll throw a little something of foreshadowing along with the drawing!

Without further ado...

The Day in the Life of Risket the Doctor

1. Wake up

Risket normally set an alarm, but as of late, with all the new students, he really didn't need to. Every morning, to the sound of chirping birds, there would be screaming and the smashing of buildings, in which the gray-haired doctor would sleepily raise his upper body and slip out of bed.

He really liked sleep, and his gray bunny slippers, as well as the students, but goddamn, couldn't those kids keep it down?

2. Eat breakfast

He could really do without the bubbly kid-adult thing that often bugged him. Risket absolutely refused to acknowledge Amatsuki as anything else, because that term, bubbly kid-adult thing, fit him perfectly.

The doctor just wanted to eat his cereal. He got more than that, and now his coat was covered in milk and corn flakes. Yes, he was about ready to slaughter the professor, even if there weren't many in Shibusen.

3. Get to Shinigami-sama

The stairs were the worst part of anything in Shibusen. Risket was already panting by the fourth staircase, and when he looked up, he realized that there were well more than two more to go.

His glasses slipped down and hastily, he tried to retrieve them, but to his immense horror, he watched as they bounced (also cracked with each step), down the many stairs, until a horde of students rampaged out of a hallway. The doctor could only watch as his thirtieth pair of beloved round glasses were trampled into mere shards of glass.

4. Report to Shinigami-sama

"Where're your glasses?" Shinigami-sama tilted his head comically and stared at Risket, who was not looking very happy. He rubbed his forehead and muttered to himself.

"It's a long story, you know. Always the same. You really need to break some of those staircases, having an office up on ten flights? Worse than death itself! But, those students—" When the doctor looked up, he realized the Death God was definitely not listening to him, as he was admiring his appearance in the mirror.

"Why do I try…?" Risket sighed and walked out of the renovated office. Shinigami-sama didn't even notice.

5. Fix Students

It was probably the hundredth time he had to splint a student's sprained joint. The gray-haired doctor sighed and continued wrapping the kid's wrist up. The noise outside really didn't help his concentration, but he didn't really need to concentrate.

He could probably bandage up someone with his eyes closed now.

His door was thrown open and someone yelled, "Doctor! Dave's arm got broken!"

Risket thought about closing his eyes forever.

6. Yell at Amatsuki

When he was working, he saw less of Amatsuki. Risket wished he were working, because on his breaks, the young professor stuck by his side like glue. He felt a finger in his cheek and the doctor bit back a snarl.

"Riiiiiskyyyy—"

The nickname did it. Just something about that name made him shrivel up and die on the inside…

"Amatsuki, you have two seconds to get the hell out of here before I come after your head…"

With an expression of a hunted bunny, the professor dashed out of the room in record time, and Risket plopped himself into a chair for some peace and quiet.

7. Stare at dwindling funds

Iris poked her head into the doctor's office with an inquiring glance. "Risket, are you alright in there?"

The doctor had a blank look on his face, eyes unfocused, but in front of him, the long list of inked words was probably a part of Shibusen's funds. However, there were definitely more debts than earnings and it was clear by the shining tears in Risket's eyes. The glasses did nothing to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks.

"Why do I feel more like a secretary than a doctor…?" He wailed.

8. Cry about life

"Akatsuki, why is your brother so cruel to me…" Risket whined and rolled against the table like a small dog. In front of him, empty bottles of beer littered the counter as the neat-haired professor could only pat his back and sympathize. "And I keep getting these maaassive headaches…"

Sage gently nudged the doctor's side. "You can switch positions with me. The NOT class this year is particularly docile…"

The doctor's eyes sparkled as he shot straight up, almost knocking Akatsuki off his chair. The drunken blush on his cheeks glowed in the dim light of the bar.

"Really?!" Risket looked so hopeful, and if he was part dog, his tail would've been wagging like crazy.

"Nah, I'm just joking with you," Sage laughed and the doctor sagged back onto his chair with a loud wail.

Akatsuki patted the doctor on the head with a pitying grin.

9. Go back to sleep

Risket stumbled into his bed. The heavy haze in his mind blocked all of his coherent thoughts, but he was sure he locked his door...he thought he did...maybe...?

The bed was too comfortable for him to get back up, and, climbing with all of his clothes still on into the comforter wasn't a terribly bad decision at all. The doctor was too relaxed and too exhausted to think about petty things like clothing changes...

He needed new glasses, didn't he..?

10. Dream about weird things...

No, none of this was real. Amatsuki was definitely not a small rabbit, and he was not a sheep. Akatsuki was not a moving lollipop and Sage was DEFINITELY not a large robot.

And they did not live in a tropical forest, so Risket figured it was one of his colorful dreams come to haunt him. Yes, it was, that was the only solution.

It was more of a nightmare, because Amatsuki wouldn't stop bouncing on his back...Oh, how Risket wished sheep had claws and humanoid limbs...

And the poor doctor woke up to loud banging and screaming the next day, without an inkling of what his dream was about...

rinse and repeat...