Since I am a bored individual with nothing to do on a Sunday, and any other day during summer break, I have taken it upon myself to try out one of those 30/100/etc challenges that are always made and taken up by others...
Since I am a bored individual with nothing to do on a Sunday, and any other day during summer break, I have taken it upon myself to try out one of those 30/100/etc challenges that are always made and taken up by others.
I hope that you enjoy the many little one-shots in this 30 Romances series Majority will most likely be Neuro/Yako, but who knows, a Sai/Ai may wriggle its way into the words that I type.
Note: Chapters most likely will vary in writing style, POV, genre, and such. It could be humorous, romantic, or full of angst. It depends on my mood, and inspiration of the theme given to me from the list Status will be posted in my profile.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately! I do not own MTNN and never will. Damn it!
01 -- Cold Hands
The young high school detective shivered at the breeze that rushed past her, the frost forcing its way to her and making an attempt to freeze the girl solid. Her light brown eyes scanned the area, and she gave any accepting passerby more flyers for the agency she worked in. Cheeks tinted a rosy pink from the cold; the blonde offered a smile to each and a kind wave of farewell.
She, Katsuragi Yako, the famous female high school detective was on advertisement duty.
Oh, and how she was starting to hate every little second that went by, hoping that the odd, demonic splattered papers would disappear from her hold. Once each and every piece was gone, the cold female would be able to rush back into the office before quickly going for a way out back to her warm, cozy home that was filled with waiting, comforting food.
Why, just why did she have to do this on a freezing Winter day in December anyways!
Because the hell demon, Neuro, demanded it to be so. Yako pouted at the answer her brain smartly gave her, a sigh leaving her and becoming visible in the frosty air. "It's either this or death..." She muttered to herself, unheard by any other. How much longer would she have to stay out here? Godai was doing another information search for him, so she had no company to keep her busy...the only company Yako had were her thoughts. Thoughts that were currently set on the eccentric boss of hers that masqueraded around as her 'innocent assistant'.
Couldn't there be one day, just one single day where he could give her a nice, little break?
A time away from the horrors of being a fake detective?
One moment away from the unwanted attention from freaked fans and fellow classmates?
Why was it so hard to allow her one day where she wasn't smacked around by him?
Another soft sigh followed by cold air cued after her own frustrated questions. The cold was starting to get to her.
Yako looked down at the stack of papers in her hands and saw that it was starting to deplete from its original three-inch height. Thank the Gods! She almost thought she might have gotten frostbite from this experience! Especially since they weren't protected with anything...
"Why didn't I grab any gloves..." She sobbed to herself, voice a quiet whine. Oh, it was only because if she wasn't to the office in time, she would be subjected to torture at the hands of Neuro; and he came up with pretty painful torture methods. Yako had been at home, minding her own business and stuffing her face, when she noticed the clock that was timing down the minutes until doom would be set upon her. She just didn't have any time to grab gloves, only a jacket would be the most accessible and easy-to-grab item as she ran out the door.
Her stomach was growling, too! That made this even worse.
She was cold...
Alone...
And starving to death.
She would much rather at least be up in the office with Neuro, watching the news for possible mysteries...even if she probably couldn't pick up many that would catch his odd tastes. In a breeze-free office, with someone she...surprisingly, cared for. A small part inside of her warmed at the thought, showing a thoughtful expression.
The girl did care for Neuro. Really, she did. It was just that he was so...so...well, demonic. He hurt her and insulted her daily, of course, but it never was anything long-term. No injury was made that she couldn't get over, nothing that would kill her and he always seemed to save her when she was in trouble.
A small smile graced her lips when she recalled each time he kept her out of real harm's way.
But that small part of her that warmed wished that he could be more...normal. Was that the right word to pick for such a thought? Normal would never fit as the right adjective for Neuro, certainly not.
It would make her doubt the fact that she might possibly be a masochist more, though.
Why - she lightly noted that she was questioning with that for a while, but it fit - couldn't she have the normal, high school life?! Like those shoujo mangas she vaguely looked through in the bookstore next to the shop that sold those delicious okonomiyaki (1)...She would have to stop by there on the way home.
Quickly passing - or practically throwing - the papers at any person that happened to go by, she turned on her heel and made her way into the building to report back to Neuro. God, her hands...she rubbed them together to try and create heat in them.
"Hello again, wood louse..." That greeting...right when she opens the door, shivering in her cold state, "I see that you've passed out all the flyers."
"Y-Yes...c-c-can I go home now?" Yako muttered, tugging her jacket around her tighter. Heat was slowly making its way to her, finally, but not quick enough.
"Of course not, dishrag, you have to come with me to solve mysteries. I heard an interesting one on the news while you were out advertising to get me more meals." The fanged grin and glowing, green eyes were locked on her. The heat may as well have left her all at once when he said that and she groaned in disappointment. Goodbye okonomiyaki and wondrous apartment! "Hmm? Did I just hear a sound of rejection at that?"
"Of course not!" She straightened up immediately, making her way to stuff her freezing hands into the pockets of her jacket...which were nonexistent. The damn thing didn't have pockets. Her day kept getting worse and worse--
And now Neuro was giving her a weird look...
Maybe he was planning to randomly slam in through the door or something so they could make their merry way to getting him some food, instead of having her stomach filled...
"Why do you keep fidgeting your hands, slave?" He questioned her and she looked down at her trembling fingers due to the cold. Maybe she really did get frostbite, she would believe it if one started to feel numb.
"Because they're cold..." Another mutter under her breath was her answer. The reply to that was...A pair of black gloves smacking her in the face. "Ah!" Blinking, she took them away from her face, staring down at them. Neuro's gloves? They were already warm to touch, and probably would heat up her hands if she wore them...Heat came back to her, spreading up to her cheeks as she took a little glance up towards her boss.
Perhaps he could be a little nice sometimes...her smile came back at that. Neuro being nice to her was...
"Hmhm, you may wear those while I sharpen my claws on your skull..."
...Well, of course he wouldn't be too nice.
"N...No thanks."
But it was the thought that counted, right?
I think I could've done better...but oh well. I'm not sure when the next'll be posted, but...
One down. Twenty nine to go.
Okonomiyaki: A Japanese dish that basically means "cook what you like". Pan-fried batter cake, along with ingredients of any choice.