AN: Eheheheheh, This chapter can be explained... Tsukuyomi as a character came about whilst watching Anastasia. I was thinking of doing a parody with Okami and was going to use him as the Grandmother and just have him and Ammy be bro and sis like in legends. I designed him partially on the sword form from Okami, but... He's basically Ammy's brothers from ancient Japanese legends. Now, being god of the moon and opposite my Ammy (who is tomboyish and all that), he has become someone wise, sorta impassive, good at defense... Calmer than his sister. Since he's of the moon, I figured he'd have technology (after all the Moon Tribe invented all that stuff anyways) and somewhere along the line he became a doctor (along with some other things..)

And then I found the original legend of Uke-Mochi had him kill her instead of Susano.

...Cue me deciding that he is emetophobic (Basically, he's afraid of people throwing up.)

Enjoy.

Tsukuyomi was sitting in his "study", reading over another one of his old manuscripts of the Moon Tribe when there was a knock at the door.

He groaned.

He knew that knock.

He knew that this was not going to be good.

A few seconds later, he was opening his front door to admit his overenthusiastic sister, Amaterasu. She was not alone, but she was not with the usual person, either, though Tsukuyomi supposed it was close enough. After all, being held carefully in her arms was Kurow, the exact genetic copy of the man (or, if his sister could have a say, "WOMAN") he usually thought of being with her – Ushiwaka. And Ammy looked worried indeed, wolf ears pressing back against her head.

"Ah, hello, sister. What brings you over here today-"

"Kurow has the stomach flu."

"…" Tsukuyomi restrained every instinct in him not to facepalm. "…Why couldn't you have taken him to Yomigami?"

"Because I trust you more, you have better technology and medicine, and Yomigami has an irrational loathing of the Moon Tribe."

Considering what his people had done and the fact that their corruption ended them, Tsukuyomi nearly contested "irrational", but that might point badly at himself as well. "…Still, you really shouldn't have brought him to me, considering that I'm-"

Ammy cut him off, directing her emerald eyes from him to Kurow, who had now raised his head in curiosity, and back at Tsukuyomi. "Please? You're the only one who can take care of the Moon Tribe!" she pleaded, giving him the puppy eyes. Tsukuyomi took a step back. The only time she gave the puppy eyes was when she wanted food or when the result of whatever she was scheming would somehow lead to his public humiliation. Still, despite being part wolf- most noticeably in his legs and tail- and thus having part credit in inventing those eyes, he knew it would be bad for his health if he resisted. Besides her puppy eyes, his sister was also known as a master of martial arts, and probably knew a hundred different ways to flip him onto his back into the "surrender" pose.

Tsukuyomi was a master of defense and strategy, but even he didn't like THOSE odds… "…I'll… I'll go get my doctor's robe."

With that, he walked off dejectedly, tail hanging limply.

A few minutes later, he walked into his "clinic", which was just off his "study". Tsukuyomi wondered briefly how many rooms in his house deserved air quotes like that. Ammy was there and had set Kurow on the table, where he had apparently promptly laid down and was currently moaning and groaning and clutching his stomach as if he was going to be sick again. It took all of Tsukuyomi's hidden reserves of strength to remain impassive and calm in the room, let alone not to run screaming out of the office.

Instead, he walked over to the examining table as if there were no problem. "Symptoms?"

"Vomiting."

Tsukuyomi twitched. "…Any other useful symptoms?" he inquired. "Nope, he's just vomiting."

Tsukuyomi let himself facepalm. "….And… What specifically do you want me to do about it?" he muttered. "If he's just vomiting and there are no other symptoms, I can't do a thing about it!"

"…You're a doctor. DOCTOR him!"

Tsukuyomi did not bother to tell his sister that that statement made almost absolutely no sense, as the word "doctor" wasn't usually used as a verb… However, he decided to remain silent. Again.

Honestly, there was no telling what might set his sister off….

Instead, he busied himself with taking Kurow's temperature. It was normal, maybe a degree or two high, but judging by his sister's hot-water-bottle tendency and the way she had been snuggling the boy when she came in, Tsukuyomi decided that was her fault. With a sigh, he righted Kurow, moving him from laying down to sitting down, and slipped his hands under the boy's shirt to feel his stomach to make sure nothing felt odd and that the boy's stomach did not hurt any longer.

The reaction was almost immediate. Kurow removed his hands from his mouth and began to giggle- and then to groan and moan – and finally to retch.

All over Tsukuyomi's robes.

Tsukuyomi had pulled his hands away from the boy's stomach with the groaning and moaning, but he was too late to escape his fate. Amaterasu's laughter came out as a roar, her hand slapping her knee as she collapsed to the ground and started rolling around, laughing so hard she cried. Meanwhile, Tsukuyomi was still standing where the incident had happened, his arms spread out to his sides, stuff dripping from him. His face went into shadow, his breathing became labored, and there was a hint of a growl in his tone…

"…Sorry, dude…" Kurow said in a small voice.

Tsukuyomi sucked in a breath, counted to ten, then to a hundred, and Amaterasu wondered if it was a bad sign that his face was turning blue. "…Thank goodness I was not wearing my favorite robe under this."

Still feeling disgraced and humiliated, he started to trudge off. "…I am going to change now… And possibly be sick myself… Amaterasu, would you please clean up that mess while I'm gone so I won't have to LOOK at it when I get back?"

With that, he retreated, still hearing his sister's ringing laughter behind him…