Author's Note: Hey Guys! (Dodges flamethrowers and various other dangerous objects) Er, yeah. In case you haven't read my profile, I have put Victims of A Vampire on temporary hiatus. I will get it finished but for now I must surrender to the plot bunny. This idea got started in an e-mail between me and a good friend of mine. We were discussing the good and bad points of this show (such as the racism shown constantly through it's murderers) and somehow we ended up discussing the possibility of Yako going to Hell while she's still alive. She said, "I'm sure Neuro has some sort of 777 Demon Tool that would let her breath in the Demon World. If he wants her to live, she will." And that's what got me started on this. It only took me ten minutes, so it's not the best, and it's incredibly short (Only four pages!) but enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro. All this is simply a product of my fanatic mind.
Into The Flames
"Slug, we are going to Hell to get something I forgot."
Yako chewed on her skewered smoked fish contentedly for a moment. Then the implications hit her. "We? Neuro, what are you-?" Her words were muffled by Neuro's gloved hand as it squeezed her jaw. With the other, he rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a small round object with a red button at the top. He pushed the button with his thumb and threw it against the opposite wall. It splattered on contact. The mess started to warp until it created a swirling portal filled with multicolored light.
Neuro grinned widely, "Let's go!" With Yako in tow, he jumped into the swirling mass, moving his hand from her mouth to grip her head tightly. Yako's scream echoed across dimensions as she fell down to the place where humans fear most. Hell.
As she fell, it became harder to scream, harder to breathe, harder to think. Her oxygen-deprived mind couldn't figure out why, only that she needed more air. She needed to breathe.
Meanwhile Neuro was reveling in his ability to breathe easier. Despite it's bland taste in food, nothing beat the sharp taste of miasma in the air. Humans really didn't realize what they were missing. Too bad the air was poisonous to them.
That's when he remembered that his companion was human.
He glanced at his slave and his green (cold) eyes saw nothing but pain. Yako was sweating profusely, panting heavily, and turning slightly blue from the lack of oxygen that humans needed oh so much.
With a slight sigh, he decided to use a bit of his power to summon one of his tools to help her. After all, what good was a dead slave when a live one was so much more entertaining?
"777 Demon Tools: Evil Bubble!"
A large bubble appeared around Yako's head and the effect took place immediately. She took several large gasps, taking in the sweet oxygen to please her suffocating lungs. Her cheeks turned a much more appealing and healthy color, replacing the cold blue. Soon her breathing became much more steady. He turned his head slightly to hide his smirk of satisfaction.
He refused to listen to that nagging little voice at the back of his head that told him that he would miss her if she ever left him. What a preposterous idea!
He paused his thinking when he saw the bright red light to their destination. The warm heat and acrid smell rose to greet them and his smirk turned into a vicious smile.
He had returned home... if only for a little while.
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Author's Note: I'm thinking about making one or two more chapters about the pairs antics in Hell. Do you guys think I should or should this just stay a one-shot drabble thing?