"FIFTY BUCKS?" Yumi roared, trying to pull herself out of the chair. "What do you mean fifty bucks?"
Kaz backed up slightly, "Well you don't exactly expect me to do it for free, do you?" he asked crossly.
"You're the one who caused IT, you little cheap scat!" Yumi reached out, her fingers forming claws yet again.
"Okay, okay, I'll do it for twenty!" the middle aged man squealed.
"Kaz," Yumi hissed her eyes glowing with such animalistic bile that she barely looked human anymore.
"All right," he whined, waving his arms back and forth, as if he was swatting a fly. "For," he swallowed, sweat rolling from his shiny forehead. "For," he began again, tears coming to his eyes.
"For free?" Ami suggested. Kaz looked at her and screeched at the top of his lungs in Japanese, clutching his chest, and collapsed unconscious.
Yumi looked at her manager and sighed. "Drama queen," she snapped.
After waking Kaz up, the girls decided to let the man try his best to solve Yumi's toothache. After all, he had gone to school, but then again he said lots of things like that, especially under eating tubes of paste.
Kaz had Yumi sit back in the chair and asked her to open her mouth. He narrowed his eyes and stroked his chin, as if contemplating the next move in a chess game. "Oh, that's one bad cavity," he said sorrowfully. Then he pepped right up and nodded. "Fortunately I have to perfect way to get rid of it." He went into his room, and came back out with a large string.
"What's that for?" Ami asked, staring at the long black string with cautious eyes.
"What do you think?" Kaz said, tying it to Yumi's tooth. He scuttled across the tour bus, and attached the other end of the string to his bedroom door.
"Are you crazy?" Yumi shrieked. "I just want the cavity to be gone, not for you to ripe out all of my molars."
"I'm not going to ripe out any molar, just one stubborn tooth!" Kaz snapped indignantly. Before Yumi could say another word, or Ami could rush to stop him, Kaz ran into his room, grabbed the handle, and slammed it shut.
Like a tug of war, the string pulled tight and shook violently like a fish flopping on the dry land after being caught by a fisherman. Yumi screamed, and gripped the arms of the chair, closing her eyes as pain ran through every vein in her small body. Ami ran to help her friend, to calm her, but gasped as she heard a snap.
The string flung forward, at incredible speed, and then there was another scream, but not from Yumi. Kaz was flying through his room, with his bedroom door in hand, and crashed out of the bus, leaving a rather gapping hole into the wall. For a moment, Ami could not believe what she was seeing, and then it seemed as if Yumi's tooth seemed to chuckle at the incident.
No, no that's just silly.
Kaz appeared a moment later, his head aching, and his glasses slightly off to one side of his face. He moaned in Japanese, and then looked up at the girls, Yumi still sitting in the chair. "That is one BAD tooth!" Nevertheless, Kaz was very determined to rid his client of her toothache.
He tried again, using a scalpel, glue, dynamite, and even tried using laughing gas, a cheap brand of it anyway, not only sent Yumi into bouts of mad laughter, but seemed to have the abilities of helium gas as well. As Yumi laughed, her body bloated up until it was the size of a balloon, and floated to the ceiling. Because it was cheap gas, the effects wore off very quickly, and the young woman "popped" back to her normal body, and dropped back into the chair.
Kaz anything he could think of to get rid of the cavity. Yumi had screamed, and screeched each time, and each time Kaz failed. It even seemed like her tooth was mocking Kaz each time something went wrong with evil laughter, but Ami thought that was silly. At one point she had bolted from the chair, out of the bus, and sent Ami and Kaz on a crazy, whirlwind world wide tour to catch her.
Ami felt like she was chasing a dog that was running from a mad child trying to give her a bath in a tub of tar. They eventually caught up with her in Maui, and ripped her, kicking and screaming, off of a palm tree, and tied her up in the chair as soon as they got back to the bus.
Kaz stormed back into his room, hours after the whole chase had started, and looked into his bag of dentistry, his eyes buldging and twitching. He wore a crazed lop sided smile and from behind his closed door, the girls could hear deranged cackling.
"You've gotta get me out of here, Ami," Yumi snapped, her eyes wide and filled with terror. "That little squirt is trying to KILL me!"
"Hm, maybe you're right," she began thoughtfully.
A few minutes later, Kaz had a drill in his hand, and a very crazy look in his eye. "Hey, what are you doing with that thing?" Yumi stuttered.
"If that tooth is not going to play nice, then we're going to have to kick things up a bit," Kaz cackled.
"Kick things up a bit?" Ami frowned for a moment and then rose her eyebrows. "Kaz you've been watching too much Emeril Lagase."
"Besides you lame brain, you were the one who said I shouldn't go to the dentist, because of drills!"
"Well that's true, but I also mentioned, iron clamps, and really hot lights, and I'm not using any of those," Kaz said. The man screeched like an Amazon warrior, and leapt into the air, placing the drill squarely on the tooth. There was a spark of light, and Ami could hear not one but two squeals of pain.
Then just as Kaz had begun to drill, he screamed out and went spinning like a little top. The drill slipped from his fingers and went sailing into the air, making the tour bus a very nice sky light.
"Kaz, what happened?" Ami asked, silently praying that there were no broken bones.
"If I didn't know better, I could have sworn that, that tooth just grabbed the drill, and toss me aside!" Kaz said his eyes wide with shock.
"You got that right bub," a New Jersey accented voice snapped from no where.
"Who, who said that?" Ami asked, scared.
"Jeez Louise," the voice said again. Ami and Kaz turned and looked at Yumi, somehow it seemed to come from her. Had she learned ventriloquism somewhere?
Just as they were about to ask her that, Yumi felt her mouth open of its own accord, and her tooth turned around to stare at the other two.
"Yumi, you're, tooth," Ami said, looking at a pair of bright red eyes, a squinted nose, and a mouth of razor sharp choppers. "You're tooth is ALIVE!"
