Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro
Demon Detective Neuro Nougami
Private Evil-Eye Brain-Eater Neuro.
GOTP'd: I don't know where I'm going with this so bear with the rambling and let's carry on! Woohoo!
It was a warm night on the surface world. Stars glittered overhead. City lights twinkled down below, almost like a reflection of the sky. The demon was taking a nice evening stroll along the side of a tall skyscraper, silently choking on the poisonous oxygen but enjoying the breeze that moved quietly through his blonde and dark magenta hair. His stomach ached in complaint, for the demon had not taken in a worthy meal in quite some time. Every waking moment, he would search for quality food, but something tasty and high in calories never came easy for him, and when it did, he would burn up the energy so fast in the search for his next meal.
That was the problem of this strange human world. The oxygen, the poison that made the demon's throat ache when taking large breaths. The huge lack of miasma and shouki drained his energy, sapping the demonic power right out of his strong body. Over time, the demon could become seriously weak, turn him into a creature as low as a mere human. Perhaps he would even develop an appetite for food other than mysteries and puzzles. Something with real mass and something solid.
However, some of the power was still with him. The very clips he wore at the ends of his hair and on pieces of his clothing were little demon world batteries, little objects that could give him a bit of extra energy. And even within him, the demon held something of home. His eyes gave it away. Within his eyes glowed real power and demonic strength, a deep abyss of flowing blues and greens. Demon eyes. Beautiful eyes.
A bird of some sort flew past the demon, riding on the breeze. Odd, because usually at night, the birds would sleep. However the bird sparked a longing in the demon. For a moment he wished he could shed his outer clothing, and expose himself as to what he really was: a nightmare. A huge creature that could haunt one's memory with images of flashing teeth and curling horns and a giant, lethal beak, completed with long talons and feathery wings.
Oh, how much he wanted to unfurl all seventeen feet of his two huge, powerful wings and soar through the demon world sky, taking in as many large lungfuls of shouki as possible, energy rising within him.
But that was impossible. The only reason why this demon was even here on earth was to satiate his never-ending hunger with this world's myriad of puzzles. That was the most important thing to him. Food.
The demon's moment of homesickness was cut short when a sharp buzz in his pocket snapped him to reality. Groaning slightly, he picked a cell phone out and flipped it open. A text message. From the slave he had work for him. She brought him to his food and acted brilliantly as a famous detective. What could the dishrag want?
He read:
From: Yako.
Subject:_
Hey, Neuro. I'm going home for today. So is Mr. Godai. See you tomorrow.
The demon named Neuro closed the phone. There was no need to reply to her message. He left her to leave. It was late, and he didn't really feel like searching for mysteries at this hour. Besides, he doubted a client would come to the office now. He understood that the lowly humans would be tired. Hell, even the demon was a little tired.
The phone buzzed again.
From: Yako.
Subject: _
I guess only Mr. Godai is going home now. Akane-chan insists I comb her before I go.
Neuro almost grinned. Even the corpse in the wall was learning to force Yako to carry out her orders. He walked around the building once more before he started heading down, touching the ground of an alley before going back onto the street. It was mandatory in this world that he must blend in.
Neuro reached the office where he lived to find his slave just braiding the hair sprouting from the wall. The girl looked at Neuro with her odd, big brown eyes and said, "Hello, Neuro."
Neuro barely looked at her as he headed to his seat at the crimson table named Troy that was also his desk.
"You were out for awhile," Yako said, patting Akane before she stood and faced her boss. "You okay?"
"Yes," growled the demon. "I was just thinking." As he said the words, he felt his face droop just a little, felt his eyebrows come down and his nearly permanent fake smile become less believable.
Yako studied Neuro's face for a moment, before she boldly asked. "Neuro, are you... homesick?"
"Homesick?"
"Missing the demon realm?" Yako braced herself for a horrible amount of torture to repay for her dangerous question.
"In the sense that I can live healthy there, then yes. But it lacks proper food for a demon of my standards," Neuro replied. "So no." He took off his blue jacket, setting it on Troy, then reclined in the chair, crossing his nicely muscled arms behind his head.
Yako deeply wanted to ask him something that had been nagging her for quite some time. It was something that she would probably pay dearly for, and the punishment would be something properly humiliating. Neuro is never shy or sympathic, especially when there is torture, insults, pain, and punishment involved. He can be referred to as a classical sadist.
Eh, but Yako went with it anyway.
"Um, Neuro? Can demons fall in love?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Have you ever fallen in love?"
At this, the demon named Neuro was silent. He got up, crossed the room, and gazed evenly into Yako's humanly eyes. "Why should you ask, bread-crust?"
"Er, um, maybe that's one of the reason's why you look so homesick," Yako suggested timidly. Neuro gripped her head in his powerful hand, then twisted her neck, making her let out a soft cry. The negative energy from her pain flowed from her into Neuro's body, and he soaked it up in delight, even though it was such a small amount.
Neuro seemed taken aback. Of course he wasn't homesick because he missed a favorite female in the home realm. It was because he was reminded of his ability to fly. That was what he really missed. But something in Yako's words made him actually wonder.
"In love?" He murmured to her, still holding her in an uncomfortable lock. Then, he quickly leaped onto the ceiling, laid there, and looked down on his office.
Of course there were some attractive females back home, some that randomly caught Neuro's eye. However they had no depth to them. No real inner beauty. No fantastic intelligence. Nothing to really want Neuro to get to know them better.
But then there were the humans.
Suddenly Neuro's racing mind seemed to control his speech. "No, Yako. I've never fallen in love in the demon world."
"Oh," said Yako, rubbing her head with a hand from where Neuro clutched her. "Okay-"
"But," continued Neuro, not knowing exactly what he felt he wanted to say. "Perhaps I just realized that..." He looked at the human below, who was staring at him with wondering, big brown eyes. "I may be in love with something completely different from a demon."
His beautiful eyes bore into Yako's own, as if trying to peer into her very deep, fantastic intelligent soul.
It was then when Yako seemed to understand. "Oh, Neuro, you can't mean...!"
Yeah, Neuro's in love with Yako. How nice. Keep on reading and drop a review! :)
~ Groves of the Pass'd.