Ziggy's Corner: This is my first attempt at a Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi fan fiction. I love this series, it can be a little slap stick and a remote stupid at times, but for the most part that is what adds to its charms. Not to mention the incredible vocal talents of Japan's most elite musical group, Puffy AmiYumi . I just hope my fiction is good enough for fans to associate with the series. Enjoy!
TOOTHACHE
By
Vanguard Ziggy
It was morning when Yumi Yoshimura awoke in her room. The punk rock girl sat up and began rubbing her head. Last night, after the concert, Kaz had awarded his group --which consisted of Yumi and her best friend Ami Onuki – to an all you can eat buffet of pizza, soda, and mountains of ice cream. Of course what he didn't tell them was that he only got them into the buffet because of a coupon he had found while rummaging through the trash for a lottery ticket he was sure he had seen in the dumpster near the concert.
Having rocked hard, both girls were famished, and were grateful for the food. Normally after a concert like that the only food place Kaz would cough up the cash for was a ten cent restaurant, literally! Both girls ate their fill, and more. The food kind of smelled funny but it tasted seriously heavenly.
Yumi stretched, and let out a massive yawn as the sun light filtered into her normally dark room. A second later the girl screeched not only because of the offending light hurting her unready eyes, but because of something else.
Ami rushed into her room a second later, massive concern stretching across her face. "Yumi, what's wrong? Did Kaz find that letter from the I.R.S. again?"
"No," Yumi said squinting her eyes in pain. "My mouth, it hurts!" The purple haired girl put her hand to her cheek and grimaced further. "OWWWW!"
Ami walked up to her friend and thought for a moment. The sun was filling Yumi's room now, and it played against her bright yellow sleeveless dress and her bright pink hair, tied together into two tight pink, perky buns. "Hmmm, let's see here. Open your mouth."
Yumi opened her maw, and let her friend look inside. The peppy member of Puffy AmiYumi looked for a moment and gasped, nearly leaping back ten feet at what she saw.
"What, what is it?" Yumi mumbled, the pain doubling with each word she spoke.
"It's um. It's really, I can't really," Ami stumbled. Yumi grumbled under her breath in Japanese and reached over for Ami's collar.
"What is it?" she roared.
By this time Kaz had entered the room, awoke from sweet dreams of counting massive amounts of money as he combed his "luscious" hair. The short, middle aged Japanese man frowned, slid his large bifocals over his nose and crossed his arms. "What is going on here?" he snapped. It was then that his eyes focused on Yumi, and her open mouth. "Great leaping lizards!" he screeched.
"WHAT IS IT!" Yumi tried to scream, but the pounding in her jaws only made her tone a tiny little squeak. It was like having two ton elephants jamming on her teeth.
"Yumi, you have a major cavity," Ami said, finally bringing herself to say it.
"WHAT!" Yumi pushed passed them and ran into the bathroom so fast someone might have thought her pants were on fire. She looked into the mirror, and gasped as she saw one of her back teeth black as midnight and three times the size it should be. It took a second before it dawned on her what had caused it.
"KAZ!" she roared, storming back into her bedroom. The pipsqueak of a manager had flung behind her dresser, and hoped and prayed to the Kami that she would not find him. With almost inhuman strength the young woman pulled the dresser up and tossed it across the room. "You did this time me," she snarled, her words mumbled as pain flooded her whole body.
Kaz nervously chuckled and shook his head. "What, what do you mean?"
"You were the one who took us to that cheap buffet, on that coupon you found, that lousy junk food gave me this CAVITY!" her eyes narrowed, shining dark blue orbs of volcanic anger, glaring down at her manager.
"Hey, if the food was so lousy, you should have stopped eating it," he snapped back. His body stiffened and he closed his eyes, as he crossed his arms. "It's not my fault you have lousy taste in food."
At this point Yumi's rage was uncontrollable. Ami was sure she could the "volcano's lava" spurt out of her friend's head. Before she could put Kaz in his umpteenth body cast of the year, Ami stepped in between them. "Yumi, you need to calm down," she said, trying to sooth her best friend with a shinning grin of her fabulous pearl white teeth.
"Hey wait a minute," Yumi said, shielding her eyes from her friend's teeth shine, "why don't you have any cavities? You ate just as much junk as me!"
"That's a good point, Ami," Kaz said, hoping to distract his client's ire.
"Well, I always brush these bad boys three times a day, and floss between meals," Ami said calmly. "And I always go to the dentist once a year!"
"The dentist!" Kaz cried, "Yumi, you can't go to the dentist, they make you wait in the lobby and read old magazines, then the force your mouth open with a clamp, and then," he said with a shudder, "they jam a really big drill into your mouth and flash a really hot light in your eyes!"
"Tsk, they do not!" Ami snapped.
"Yes they do," Kaz snapped back, "and besides, Yumi can't go to the dentist, anyway, you girls don't have dental insurance."
"WHAT!" both women screeched.
"Well, it was either dental insurance, or that really cool alarm clock with the dancing wiener doggie I bought at an e bay auction," he said with a chuckle.
Yumi's face turned so bright red she nearly looked like a ripe tomato. "Kaz," she tried to growl from clenched teeth.
"Look, there's really not much to worry about," he said smugly. "Before becoming a rock and roll manager, I went to dentistry school."
The girls looked at him for a moment and frowned, turning to each other. Kaz, a dentist, could they have heard right?
The middle aged man smiled and stroked his chin, full of graying whiskers. "That's right, my mom and dad always wanted me to be a dentist, so I went to dentistry school after high school. If Yumi really needs to get rid of her cavity, I can do it for her." His eyes twinkled as he tapped one of the chairs in the tour bus.
"Wow, Kaz, that's really nice of you," Ami said, walking Yumi toward the chair.
"And it will only cost Yumi fifty bucks," Kaz said, as he pulled out a big, black bag of dentistry equipment.
