"Akane, look it up for me." Neuro ordered. "Then transfer the information to me."
The activated braid hesitated knowingly, but eventually she twitched and adhered.
Neuro waited shortly before his monitor beeped, signaling he'd just received a message. And without any reluctance, Neuro slid the mouse across Troy's newly waxed surface to click the small yellow envelope flashing on the screen's upper left corner.
The next words that were revealed read: "A touch with the lips as a sign of love, sexual yearning, admiration, or in greeting."
Neuro replayed Yako's sudden deed on Friday night over and over in his mind.
Actually, after three hours of staring at the official dictionary definition of a kiss—he grew restless. Feeling something creek, then fully crack! in his hold, Neuro glanced down to realize that his irritation had caused extreme damage to his wireless mouse.
"Akane, I'm going out."
"But it's the weekend." She typed in response quickly.
"That doesn't matter to me," he said, passing her station, "contact me if some mystery shows itself."
Neuro spent his Sunday afternoon tracking down Yako's whereabouts. Her action without motive or reason, was just certainly not expectable. He deserved the truth.
He finally spotted her in one of the city's most popular clothing shop which was known for carrying the latest fads from all over the world. High up in a tree planted across the street, he watched the girl's profile shift into a grin, and she giggled with her dark-haired friend from their old high school—Kanae, if he recalled correctly?
They strolled up and down, filing through racks of various outfits until he saw Yako's expression brighten again as she pulled out a summer dress to show off. The base color was a pale yellow. That's a color that Yako usually preferred. The flowery strands that wound around the hemline were a deep blue. Its overall design seemed simple enough too, with its thin straps, a V-neck cut, and its flat torso flowed down and it would stop at her knees.
A female clerk nearby quickly approached them, herding Yako behind a curtain of dressing room with great enthusiasm. And minutes later, Yako reemerged wearing the dress, twirling about at the others' requests. It fit her well at least, from he could tell. But the reactions of the bystanders rather intensified. Yako's appearance even managed to cause a fellow male clerk slam into a wall with his supplies cart due to his pitiful rubbernecking.
Yako's body language grew more bashful as a result and the women huddled around her, most likely to hide their laughter.
It was then, when Neuro had realized at last, that the Yako he remembered the most was...no, she wasn't gone...just different. That was the truth. He didn't need to tolerant a mere high school girl struggling to find her place and grow comfortable into her own skin any longer.
Oh. Nope. Now he would be forced to put up with a women.
Demonesses were already complex and fickle as it was...and Neuro could only imagine what it would feel like to interact with a human woman day after day.
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