A.N.: I changed this chapter around, so the story came out different. It's was an attempt to introduce the new character, but I hope you don't mind that I changed it, because I had other stuff in mind. I don't know if I'll get around to using Kyo or other characters, because these guys are my favorite trio to write about. I'm good at Yukimura/Saizo/Sasuke stories, but if you want Kyo, maybe I'll find him a part......I'll try. Now, back to the story...!

Yukimura moaned and opened his eyes. It was morning and the sunlight peeked in through the curtains. He could hear every warble and twitter of those damn birds. He needed the bathroom and his head hurt like hell; there was a bump the size of a golf ball on it. He pushed the blanket off and noticed he was still on the couch. He stood up.

"Unnngh!!"

"Huh?" Yukimura looked around for the source of noise.

"Yugimura-zamaa!" Came a strangled voice.

"Oh, whoops!" Yukimura stepped off Saizo's chest. Saizo blinked miserably and sat up, clutching a frazzled baby-blue blanket that belonged to Sasuke when he was little.

"Good morning! What are you doing down here?"

"Sasuke...locked...the door...got real cold..." there were dark circles under Saizo's eyes and Yukimura could smell his morning breath. He beamed and hugged Saizo like a teddy bear. "I'll make waffles." He patted him on the head as if he were a faithful old dog.

Sasuke bumped into Yukki on the way to the bathroom. "'Morning." He muttered, pretending to remove his shirt and hiding his hand at the same time.

"Ohayoo!!" Yukimura grabbed Sasuke and hugged him tight.

"Yow!!" he cried. Yukimura let go. "Something wrong?" he asked, instantly concerned.

"Nothing..." Sasuke gritted his teeth and slammed the door before anything else could happen. When he came out, after a quick shower, he found Saizo sitting forlornly at the table, hugging his knees. Yukimura was serving him burnt waffles with maple syrup. He had poured on a ton of syrup, which was warm and thin from the microwave.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about Ikki, you know?" He said gently. Saizo stared straight ahead, picking at his tangled hair. "Here, eat your breakfast." Yukimura hacked a piece off the burned waffle with a fork and stuffed it into Saizo's mouth. Saizo gagged; the syrup leaked out from the corner of his mouth and ran down his chin. Yukimura spotted Sasuke. "Hey, kiddo. Want some waffles too?"

Sasuke saw a pale Saizo frantically signaling 'no' from behind Yukimura.

"No thanks. I'll make my own breakfast." Sasuke also knew what a terrible cook Yukimura was.

"Saizo, you're drooling. Wait, let me guess..." Yukimura clapped his hands together with joy. "You love it! Don't you, don't you?"

Saizo gulped his waffle down, swallowing his guilt. "Uhh, I really don't have an appetite this morning; I have uh, a headache."

"What a coincidence, so do I." Yukimura said, and ate Saizo's waffle. He frowned. "Not bad."

Saizo and Sasuke looked wearily at each other.

Later that morning, at school:

"Mr. Comar, I brought back your stupid permission slip." He'd never forgiven the teacher for helping suspend him. (Note: He was suspended for three days, but I didn't write about it because I wanted to put other things in.)

"Now Sasuke, that's very nice of you. Many of us love nice things like that." He slowly read the signature. "Yukimura Sanada."

"My so-called guardian's gonna be chaperoning."

"I'm very glad to hear that." Mr. Comar smiled wide, and stroked the little mustache he had been growing lately. Sasuke's eye twitched in revulsion.

Sasuke muttered. "It's not like he had to."

That Friday was the field trip. Today was Wednesday. Sasuke prayed something would happen to Yukimura on Friday. He found Saizo very useful in his conspiracy.

"How is your head Yukimura-sama?" Saizo asked. Sasuke stood in the next room, with his ear pressed to the wall. The two of them were playing Mario Kart on his Game Cube. (He didn't just have the kendama; he liked all kinds of games.) Saizo was very good at it, but he kept letting Yukimura win; Yukimura was very good at it too, but he kept letting Saizo win. So they ended up taking turns losing.

"I couldn't be better." Yukimura replied jovially. Sasuke smirked, and loaded one of Yukimura's many suitcases with as many heavy things as he could find: a pair of ten-pound weights, an iron, three large cans of dog food (juicy beef!), two Dictionaries, a Thesaurus, and a ton of Naruto manga. (He liked ninja manga; his favorite character was Sasuke, of course.) He thought a moment, and took out the manga and replaced it with a five-pound sack of flour he took from the kitchen cabinet. He zipped it shut and picked it up to test it. He unzipped it a little and stuffed the manga back into place. Perfect! He piled some laundry into it to hide the objects and put it by the bedroom door.

"Sasuke-kun, we're going to get some groceries," Yukimura called from the living room. Was he going to take his coat? Yes, it was quite rainy out today, and it looked like it was going to pour some more. Sasuke rushed out to see Yukimura putting on his coat.

"We'll be back in about fifteen or twenty minutes, so hang tight!" Yukimura turned to leave. "We'll get you some seaweed snacks and maybe sushi..." (The Asian Supermarket had a restaurant attached to it.)

"Wait, you forgot this!" Sasuke took a scarf from the closet and wrapped it around Yukimura's neck. Yukimura looked at him with a newfound faith.

"Why Sasuke," he whispered in mock surprise. "You really do care!" he smiled at Saizo. "Looks like all our hard work paid off huh?" The man blinked. "Er, I guess it did," Saizo hardly knew what he was talking about.

"Whatever, just go already!!" Sasuke pushed them out into the rain and slammed the door behind them. Whew, that was a close one. If he was going to conspire, he'd better not get too conspicuous about it. He spent the first five minutes checking to see if they were gone for good and then he went into the martial arts room to think his plan through.

First, Yukimura would come back and set the groceries on the table, no, Saizo would be clamoring to do all the work, so Yukimura would be at the closet already, he would open it and Bam! He'd be unconscious, hopefully with a concussion. Second, Saizo would panic and coming running to his aid and he'd be doctored up and ready to go again the next morning. Wait. That was not supposed to happen!! That meant more drastic measures had to be taken...

Sasuke lugged the suitcase to the closet and perched it on the shelf inside, in a way so that when the door opened, it would fall down on whoever opened it. Hmm. It needed more, but before he could do anything else, the doorbell rang. Sasuke ran over to the door, but he was too short to reach the peephole.

"Damn!" He opened the closet door to get the stool. Bam! Sasuke staggered and fell forwards into the coats. Pain shot through him like electricity, and he knew it would be enough to give someone a concussion. Maybe he'd get one now, and still be hurting bad enough on Friday so he could stay home. He massaged his head furiously to get rid of the pain, climbed onto the stool and looked through the peephole. Shit, it was Lacey!

"Crap, it's the ugly girl with the glasses!" he hissed, and rushed away to wait quietly in his room until she was gone. When he was sure she had left, he put the suitcase back up on the shelf and went into his room to seethe. What the hell was she doing here? Whatever it was, he didn't like the sound of it.

Fifteen minutes later the two men were back.

"Tadaimaa!!" Yukimura called. No answer. Yukimura set the load of groceries on the table and began putting everything away. Saizo came in with the rest of the groceries.

"Here, Saizo put my coat away for me." Yukimura tossed his coat and scarf at him, and Saizo went to do as he was told.

Sasuke came out of the bathroom in time to see Saizo get crushed under the suitcase and fall heavily to the floor. He writhed silently under the weight. Yukimura came running. "What was that?" he spotted Saizo on the floor, under the suitcase. "Oh no! Saizo, what happened?" he exclaimed, taking the suitcase off with some difficulty. He took Saizo's hand and held it like he were on his deathbed or something. "Did the suitcase fall on you? Say something!" Saizo was barely conscious and he fainted five seconds later, his hand flopped to the floor rather unceremoniously; blood crept its way out of his nose.

"Omigod, it's blood!" Yukimura said, and gave a fake shudder. He smiled and patted the victim on the shoulder. "You'll be fine." He calmly took the tissue box from the table where the phone stood and used one to dab at Saizo's nose. He then hung up their coats and put a pillow under his battered head.

Sasuke ran to his room and punched the wall with all his might. His plan failed! Dammit!!

"GAAAARGHHH!!" he forgot about his broken finger; he'd taken the bandage off to prevent suspicion, and to risk exactly what would happen in the next two hours.

Yukimura jumped up. "Sasuke!" He rushed in to find Sasuke clutching his hand and rolling around in agony, shouting dirty words at nobody.

"Hold still!" he hushed, holding him down with one arm. He examined Sasuke's finger. "Broken,"

Sasuke spent the next two and a half hours at the hospital, grinding his teeth as the doctor wrapped his hand in an uncomfortably snug bandage. He sighed impatiently, read every poster on the wall several times then kicked the chair, which annoyed the doctor. Saizo was taking up a lot of space on the cot, and he was slipping off. Yukimura was sitting in a chair by the doctor, reading a magazine and playing with a lock of hair. Saizo's head ached as he slept and he let out a whimper every now and then.

They'd spent twenty minutes driving and stopping in rush hour traffic. Sasuke spent another fifteen minutes in the parking lot fighting Yukimura off (he'd stepped all over Saizo, who was lying forlornly in the back seat at the time, with a wad of tissue stuck in his nostril) and Yukimura spent another thirty looking for him, to which he simply explained that he got lost while looking for the bathroom. Saizo fainted again while following them down a deserted hallway, stalling them even further. Then they'd been informed that the doctor was now in the middle of an appointment with another patient, and they'd been stuck waiting for a long time.

"There! All done now, see?" The doctor cut the excess bandage off and gave Sasuke a couple pieces of candy. Cherry flavored. Sasuke unwrapped one with his teeth. He was so hungry; Yukimura forgot the sushi at the house. His finger was beginning to tingle, and it felt kinda cold to the touch.

"This is too tight!" Sasuke complained, tugging at the bandage. "My finger's numb." The man saw a purple thing sticking out of the bandage. "Hmm, it looks like you're right. I guess we'll have to fix it..." he began removing carefully, inch by inch. Saizo wanted to knock himself out again, this time on purpose. It was eight thirty when they finally left for home, and almost nine o'clock when they reached it.

"Now," Yukimura said sternly, as he helped an exhausted Saizo out of the car. "You're going to listen to that doctor and take good care of that hand, do you hear? And no more punching the walls, you're not Godzilla."

"I never said I was Godzilla!" Sasuke cried. He didn't tell Yukimura about him and Saizo getting clumsy and falling over each other, that was stupid.

"Go to bed, now." Yukimura got out their futons and laid them out side by side. (Yeah, they sleep on futons, Japanese-style.) Sasuke got ready for bed and lay down, then Yukki, and Saizo lastly.

"G'night you two," Yukimura yawned and pulled them close on either side.

"I'm trying to sleep!" Sasuke grumbled. Yukimura messed both their hair up and let them go. Saizo massaged his aching head and Sasuke curled up into a ball, turning the other way.