Name
A young girl was wearing what appear to be a school uniform and a purplr collar around her neck. She floated above a mansion, looking though every window until her eyes landed on the person she is looking for. A youthful man in his sixties was reading a piece of paper from a pile of papers. She knocked on his window. Shoutaro looked up from his papers to see Dokuro. He blinked in recognition and opened the window.
"You were with Keima. Who are you?"
"Dokuro."
"Dokuro?"
Dokuro nodded. "Dokuro."
"You don't have a full name?"
"Dokuro's name is just Dokuro."
Shoutaro rubbed his face. "I see...However today, people have more than one part of a name, usually a last and a first. And Dokuro is a strange name to have, since it means skeleton. I think you need a different name."
"Why?"
"Well, you don't want a name that attract too much attention. And why is your name Dokuro?"
"It is my name from Hell."
"Hell?!"
"Someone in Hell is also called Dokuro. I think she is me."
"That is bad. If your name is from Hell and you are from a demon than you should get a human name."
The girl suddenly took a serious expression. "I know. I am of someone who is well known in Hell. I should get a new name, but how."
"...Usually parents name their children because of a meaning or after someone or of something around them."
Dokuro nodded a looked around to spot a magazine on the floor. She picked it up and showed it to Shoutaro.
"Nikaido Station?"
She nodded. "Okay. But you need another part of a name. How about..." Shoutaro looked pass the window to a lily pond."
"How about Yuri? Yuri means lily."
Dokuro nodded again. The president of the Shiratori company smiled. "You are now Nikaido Yuri."
"Nikaido Yuki," the girl repeated in a hushed tone happily.