Hey guys!! I am back with another Neuro fanfic!
This time around, I am trying to get other pairings in this fic. Mix it up a bit. Y'know?
Pairings for this fic ((so far)):
Neuro x Yako ((of course, every Neuro fan does one of these! Abuse love!))
Sasazuka x Ishigaki ((my fac pairing of this show, but of course I need to put it in.))
Sai Centric ((I dont know who I would pair Sai up with... so he gets a chapter of this devoted to him and only him. :3))
I will have other characters making appearences, but these are the main players.
This fanfic is currently planned out to be a three part story, made up of three chapters.
Disclaimer: This is not a fic that is supporting use of Cigarettes. Please keep in mind that no matter what this fanfiction states, The Surgeon General warning on cigarettes is correct and that use of these can and probably will cause cancer and multiple health problems. What is stated in this fanfic does not summarize or in any way state my personal veiws on the subject, only character veiws. Also, I do not own this show... it is a FANfiction. Meaning I am a fan, love the show and characters, and are using them as a way to pass the time and for my own sick amusment.
Nothing. That is what the entire week at the detective agency had consisted of this week. Not a single case, not a single mystery, not one single thing to get Neuro and his 'slaves' out of the stuffy office building and into a crime scene. It was starting to grind down on them all and effect them in negative ways.
Godai seemed to become more and more short-fused each and every day they sat around. Once, Yako had only tried to say hello to him and he yelled at her and chucked a giant wooden beaver figurine at her (lord knows how that got there in the first place… none of them remember how the medium sized oak figure got into the office). Yako tried to eat her boredom away. This was an effective method until she ran out of food the first day. Having already used up all her extra food money for the week, she was now left on an 'emergency hunger only' cash amount. Neuro seemed to be suffering the worst though. Not that his appearance or temper changed… more his behavior towards his 'servants'. Since he had no mysteries to eat, he started taking out his boredom and hunger on anything he damn well pleased. By the end of the week, Yako or Godai didn't even need to say a word to start getting abuse from the demon. Cleaning, being hung out windows just for the hell of it, and Godai and even been forced to attempt to carve an exact replica of the wooden beaver sitting in their office using only bars of soap and a toothbrush.
Needless to say, it was about time for a change or someone was going to snap, big time.
However, there seemed to be one thing saving one person in particular from going over the edge and trying to storm out (even if Neuro planted land mines around the door to stop anyone from leaving…. Godai found out about those little traps the hard way). Godai had indeed found a way to escape mentally though. Such as Yako with her food spree, any time Godai seemed about ready to explode and yell at one of them for some reason or another, he would sit down and start smoking. After he got in the first couple breaths of smoke, he seemed to calm down and go back to his normal temperament.
Yako was incredibly curious about this by the end of the week… of course, always wanting to know how people's minds worked and how they thought things out in order to get a better understanding of their character. She thought that perhaps if she understood why Godai smoked, she could learn a few more things about him that she didn't before and get closer with him. Perhaps even a step closer to understanding her fellow species in general. Yako walked over to Godai after he had finished off a couple of cigarettes, standing in front of him for a moment before speaking up.
"Eh…. Godai san…. Do you mind if I ask you a question?" she asked, grabbing one hand in the other, arms behind her back as she innocently requested she could ask Godai a question. Godai looked up from the magazine he had been reading, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and letting out a stream of smoke into the air before rolling his eyes, seemingly in a mellow kind of mood.
"Fine, ask your question. I'm not answering it if I don't like it though." He said, trying to sound snappish as usual but the statement lacked the certain… bite that most of his responses did.
"Godai san,… why do you smoke?" Yako asked, getting straight to the point.
"What the hell kind of question is that?" Godai snapped off, annoyed with how 'stupid' the question was. Obviously it was an obvious answer and Yako was missing the point. "Why the hell wouldn't I smoke?" Godai added, looking back down at his magazine, trying to signal he was done with questioning.
"Well…. Isn't it… bad for you?" Yako questioned now. She had heard from all over the place that cigarettes caused all kinds of bad diseases, and that they were addicting and once you started you could never go without them and they became a crutch… and soon Yako's head was swimming with these thoughts, and she dazed out for a moment thinking over every thing parents had told her about drugs and alcohol and joining in biker gangs…. But she was snapped out of all this when the wooden beaver was slammed down on the desk in front of her, from Godai, who looked mad at this point.
"Bad for you?! That's a big fat fucking lie!" Godai said, in a raised voice. Now he seemed more than willing to answer the questions. "All the stupid morons out there try to control you by saying that smoking is only going to kill you off earlier and that it causes kids to be bad…. Well they just say that because anyone who smokes knows that the rules are just things set up by all those bastards in the government who try to control everyone and don't give a fuck about the 'trash' living on the streets!". Godai was in ful rant mode by now, going on about how all those things Yako had been taught were one big conspiracy to keep everyone in order and in line.
"It's not like I am going to live until I am a old man anyway, I am going to die off well before then. So you know what? Fuck health warnings and that shit. I don't need some guy in a suit and tie telling me what to breathe in or not. It calms me down and feels damn good." Godai said, glaring at the wall now like 'the man' himself was standing there and trying to bring him down.
"What's with the sudden question about cigarettes anyhow? You wanna try one or something?" Godai asked, one hand moving to his desk to get hold of the pack… but it wasn't there anymore.
Somehow, somewhere, in Godai's rant about humanity and the government, Neuro had gotten hold of the cigarettes and was back over at his own desk. When Godai looked over at Neuro he had his 'blank smile' face on…. And Godai's entire pack of cigarettes all in his mouth at once, the ends of them all burning.
"DON'T SMOKE ALL MY CIGARETTES YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Godai yelled out, horribly enraged that Neuro was currently sitting there and smoking his entire pack of cigarettes.
Neuro took all of the cigarettes out of his mouth at this point, depositing them (still burning) into one of his hands, closing his hand over them and crumbling them up, before walking over to Yako and letting go of the ashes over her head.
"Congratulations worm, you have been promoted to ash tray."
Neuro patted Yako on the head now (to smother in the ashes a bit more as she tried to struggle away to get the ashes out of her hair). After he was positive he had thoroughly abused Yako via crumbled up cigarettes, he mentally put his comment in.
Neuro did not understand why humans depended so much on cigarettes. It was laughable. He had breathed in air a thousand times more toxic and with much more smoke in it in the underworld than those pathetic little sticks of tobacco. To think it was one of the best selling products on the human world… not even a mouthful could compare to how strong the air was back in his home. However, he did not need to understand humans or how they thought. That was Yako's job. He would just eat his mysteries, and let her evolve from what she learned.
Once Yako finally returned, hair now ash free, he decided to assist her along in her evolution. After all, he was such a nice and thoughtful person.
"Slave number two, in order for slave number one to fully understand how your thought pattern goes, I think there is only one solution." Neuro said, with a grin on his face. "Give her one."
By now, Godai had taken a spare pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, about to light one for himself when he got to order to hand one over to Yako. He paused, looking down at the pack, debating on whether it was worth it or not to hand one over… and decided his life and not being abused was a bit more important than one cigarette to Yako. Yako looked shocked for a moment, looking from Godai to Neuro, before shaking her head.
"N-no thank you! I don't smoke!" she said, trying to get out of having to do it.
"Well you don't have to…. If you would rather lick my shoes." Neuro said, now with his blank smile on his face, sitting on the closest surface and one leg raised, his foot now in front of Yako's face.
"No! I would rather not do that!" Yako said, stepping back a bit and trying to distance herself from his shoe. Why was he always trying to get her to lick his shoes anyhow?!
"Tch. Submission fetish." Came a mumble from the general area of where Godai was standing. Within moments, Neuro was staring at Godai, incredibly scary look on his face… obviously trying to scare the pants off of him.
"What was that, Slave number two?"
Godai stared back at Neuro for a couple of moments, looking shocked and a tiny bit afraid, now sweating while he tried to think up of something to say.
"Er……. My shirt is…. Reddish…. Today…" he finally got out, looking down at his shirt before looking back at Neuro.
"Well if you don't like your shirt being a reddish color, you might as well dispose of it…" Neuro responded, and within moments Godai's shirt was on fire. Godai let out a loud yell when he noticed his shirt had caught fire, dropping his pack of cigarettes before running across the room to try to get to the pitcher of water conveniently located there, to put out the flames. Neuro picked up the pack of cigarettes that Godai had dropped on the ground, pulling out one and holding it out to Yako.
"Go on, worm. Evolve. Try to understand the mind of the human smoker." Neuro said, with a smirk on his face. Yako looked at the cigarettes, gulping, debating in her head if she should take it or not. She knew that she had been told that smoking was not good for your health…. And that lots of people said the first time they tried it, it hurt. She knew that it was wrong to allow yourself to be pressured into smoking… and that you would only get pain from 'peer pressure' and that she didn't want to start a habit that might continue with her throughout her life. While Godai was not planning on living until he was 64, she wanted to die old and in a house filled with food.
Yako had been about to tell Neuro that she did not want to try smoking, and opened her mouth to tell him 'No' …. But the moment she parted her lips to express her thoughts on the matter, something quite different happened. Instead of feeling words sliding past her lips, she felt something being pressed against her lips.
It was not until one delayed confused moment until she noticed the thing pressed against her lips… was Neuro's lips.
Neuro pulled back after a few moments, giant grin-smirk plastered on his face, watching as Yako's face started to heat up and she began to blush a deep red color…. Mission accomplished. No, not in the fact that she was now shocked and confused, that was a little side reward. The real accomplishment was that now, Yako had the cigarette in her mouth. Sure… he didn't need to do it quite like that, he could have just forced her mouth open and put it in… but this way was a lot more entertaining.
After she seemed to have gotten the full idea of what just happened, Neuro lifted his hand with the lighter in it, and lit the end of the cigarette that was still hanging out of her mouth.
Yako stood there for a couple of moments…. Before taking the cigarette out of her mouth with one hand, going into a coughing fit and eyes watering from the pain in her chest.
From that day on, a couple lessons were learned and a few happy memories made.
Godai learned not to question Neuro's love for others showing submission to him, and that wooden beavers are not the most effective tool to use when putting out shirt fires.
Yako learned that cigarettes smoke is not so easy to breath in, and that you should just accept what Neuro tells you to do the first time he demands it or else you leave him with opportunity to harass you.
And Neuro… well he got a new favorite game called 'Sexual Harassment'.
Well, that's my fic! PLEASE reveiw and comment on it, thumbs up or thumbs down! And also, look forward to part two!!