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Where Haku loses a tooth and complains about the pain, suffering, and sudden action of losing a tooth.


Submitted:Nov 3, 2006    Reads: 172    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


On a cruise in the Nile.

We were all having a great time; I, Haku Belmont, had a loose tooth and a couple brothers to help me get it out...

...but it just wouldn't tear.

We had tried everything, from that floss trick, to the getting hit in the face trick, and dude, I can tell you that it was not fun. At all.

If you think having a black mouth for a week is fun, try eating with a loose tooth that you need to eat with. Like I said, it is not fun. Not fun at al.

So, I decided to wiggle it. Just over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over.

And finally...

It didn't come out, so this is what I did...

I wiggled it. And wiggled it. Over and over and over. Even though it didn't work the first time, I tried again and again and again, and it didn't come out.

So, I asked my mom. I went up to her room (which wasn't really up), but I went to her room and noticed that she was cooking.

'Mom,' I asked. 'what are you doing?'

'Cooking!' she said excitedly. She loved cooking so much, she couldn't stay away from it for too long. She was basically addicted.

'Mom. we're on a cruise ship. You don't need to cook.' I rubbed my cheek.

'Yes, I do. I'm not going to eat ship junk. It's basically like eating out every day for a week!'

'Are you allowed to bring portable stoves onto the... aw, never mind. My tooth... I mean... what did you do to get your teeth out when you guys were small?'

She thought for a second, while adding some jalepeno peppers to her chili.

'Well, we used to go to the bathroom, and put our head in the door. Then, someone would slam our heads in the door, and the tooth would pop out. My brother, Soichiro, still has a scar from when I slammed the door on his face.' she had a hint of an evil grin on her face.

'Slam the...' I tried it, anyways.

I called my brother, Arikado, the violent one. I asked him to come up to the bathroom in our room, number 265. He came, a few minutes later, and I told him the "secret" plan.

'So, we'll try it once, lightly, just to see if the door will... OAAAH!" I shrieked suddenly. His "light try" was a blockbuster on my jaw.

'Gawd, Arikado!'

He chuckled, and jogged out of the room. I sat, rubbing my now sore jaw for a while.

Then, I went to my mom's room. The whole place smelled of Indian chili, her specialty dish. I liked it, but I�had more things to worry about than just Indian chili.

'Mom?'

She sat at her desk, eating her home made chili.

'Yes, Haku?' she asked, turning around, just after wiping her mouth and hastily swallowing.

And when she saw me, she froze, and then screamed. 'Haku! What the...?'

She jostled me into the bathroom and washed my black mouth and almost fractured jaw, then grabbed a towel she had found in the cupboard under the sink.

'What did you do?'

'I have a looch tooth,' I said through the rubbing and scratching of the towel.

'Wha- we're going to the doctors! Stupid ship!'

She wrapped my face as if it was the eighteen-hundreds and I had a toothache. Then, she grabbed my arm, and pulled me out of her chili smelling room.

The doctor, I felt, was an absolue failure. He looked the nerd, stared the nerd, wrote like the nerd, and was the nerd. The ship's doctor?

'Well,' mom said, pushing me towards the doctor's office. 'At least he's a doctor!'

And that part was true; he was.

As we walked into the room, "The Nerd", sat at his desk as my mom continued to push me in and I continued to rub my tooth.

'Well, hello, th-WHOA!' he saw my black mouth. 'What've we got 'ere?'

He had buck-teeth, and a horribly random accent that I just couldn't stand. But that didn't bother me now. My tooth hurt like heck, and I just had to get it out.

'My towt 'urth,' I said, trying to talk, but the towel was holding me back. 'I fink itz lowze.'

'Hmm,' the doctor, Dr. Layhee, unraveled the towel. 'Let's see. Show me the loose tooth, son!' I pointed. He stared. Then, he washed his hands, pulled on a pair of latex gloves, and began to wiggle my tooth. And he wiggled, and he wiggled, and then he stopped. He took off his gloves, threw them away, wrapped my mouth back up, sent me out of the room, and then told me to come back in, obviously thinking in his strange, nerdy way.

'Son,' he finally said. 'That tooth, jus' ain't loose!'





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