After Ryoma and Nanjirou had gotten fully clothed, they got into the car where Rinko agreed to drive for the safety of the entire city. Not a word was uttered to refuse the Great Rinko, Mistress of the Household.

Ryoma hated dentists. He hated them a lot, ever since his first experience when Dr. Pain-In-The-Ass (mouth would be more appropriate, but he swearsthe pain reached his bosom) didn't put enough numbing and drilled right into his tooth. Needless to say, no matter how much his mouth needed it, his ass was screaming "SUICIDE!"

Not that Ryoma dared to reveal any of these extremities, no one needed to know, and that pocketknife never looked more appealing.

As the car neared the dentist's office, the knot in Ryoma's stomach got tighter until it was suffocating and making him want to vomit at the same time. Suffocating, he could do, but no vomiting; definitely no vomiting because puke can stain your teeth and that means even more dentist-ly torture.

The car stopped. Oh Gods, they had arrived. Nanako pulled Ryoma out of the car noticing that he was a bit unable to get himself out. When did Nanako become such a sadist, enjoying his pain? It wasn't supposed to happen this way. Baka Oyaji must have something to do with this, Ryoma concluded. And when he finds out exactly what that f&!# did, Nanjirou was a dead man.

With every step, the family was nearing the door to Ryoma's personal hell. The waiting room smelled of fluoride and detergent. The seats were old, worn out, crusty. On the table next to his chair there were all these boring home magazines and Golf Digest. Who reads that kind of stuff?

The messenger from Satan/nurse came out and called him over to the executioner. "Echizen Ryoma," Rinko gave Ryoma a look that would slowly be turning into a glare if he didn't get is ass off the regular chair and into the dental one. Like a robot, he stood up and chose to avoid the immediate evil.

"Please come this way," she led him over to the execution room and had him sit and wait for Satan to come and "take a look". So Ryoma waited, barely daring to take a breath, and waited, and waited.

When Satan bothered to come over in his blue mask and white lab coat (That always bothered him, why where white when you have a medical job. It's gonna get dirty anyway) and old, wrinkly skin.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Teshima," Dr. Satan held out his hand for Ryoma to shake. He really wished he had some gloves about now. The devil's voice sounded like big boulders rolling down the mountain about to annihilate a tiny village. Ryoma kept quiet and didn't take it. Dr. Satan smiled and pulled his hand back, "You have had pain in your mouth, huh?" he asked. Ryoma nodded and thought up ways that he could get out of this hellhole, "Well take a seat," Dr. Satan got up out of his chair and stood over the dental chair.

Ryoma froze even more frozen than he already was. Pain or no pain he was definitely not going in that chair and have some stranger he just me picking at his mouth. Nope, sorry. So he just stood there.

Dr. Satan motioned a couple more times before laughing. "So you're one of those kids. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," Is that so? Now put down that pointy scalpel thingy and we could have a deal. Ryoma shook his head no.

"We're going to have a problem, aren't we," It wasn't a question. The doctor kept laughing and smiling (his teeth weren't that good, mind you) and being all "Hey kids!" like. We are going to have a very, very, big problem. Dr. Satan paged someone on his cellphone and after ten minutes of a staring contest seeing who would get in the chair first, a nurse with black hair and not enough make up showed up smiling. Her smile hurt Ryoma's eyes.

"How are you, sweetie?" "sweetie"? "My name is Miyako and I'm here because Dr. Teshima over there says there's someone here who's being a naughty boy."

Do I look three to you?

Ryoma didn't know what happened. It's just that one second he was holding his ground and the next thing he knew he was battling Dr. Satan, his servant, and three other security people trying to get him in the chair. There were straps too. Mom is so going to kill me tonight.

When they buckled him to the bed, was going to scream, but decided agianst it because he would be opening his mouth and giving the enemy an oppurtunity to invade. So, instead he just zipped his mouth close and put on a glare that put Fuji Syusuke's sadism and Inui's juice to shame.

"Should we call the psychiatrist?" Security person Number 1 asked to no one in particular. I dare you to, asshole.

"There, there, now you're A- okay," Miyako smiled through gritted teeth. Her hair looked like a great big stack of fries, ketchup and sloppy joes all mixed together with a bit of barf in it. The barf was real.

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Rinko and Nanjirou had been waiting outside for the past two hours. When they saw the security guards coming they knew it was for their son. I am so going to kill that kid when he gets home. Rinko thought in unison with her child.

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"Oh my gosh..." Dr. Teshima took off his spectacles and looked at Ryoma's mouth in disbelief. They had to put him under anesthetics to get him to settle down. "Call in the parents.

Rinko did know what to expect when she and her husband were called in. Ryoma was still under anesthetics when they came in.

"Your son has his wisdom teeth, he's one of the youngest I've ever seen."

"I see, should we be concerned?"

"I don't think so, but it would help if he got them removed as soon as possible."

"Alright. Is some time tomorrow alright?"

"Does 5:00 work?"

"Perfect." A smirk took over Rinko's face.