A/N: Agh, Sword Art Online is killing meeeeeeeee :P I just, feels man! T_T *coughs*

Alright! Back with another one shot! :D actually... it's probably going to become a two-shot, depending on if it's liked or not :p

To answer the question of the day: where did I get all of those puns last chapter?

The answer.. google of course xD, ok, I made up one or two of them on my own, but the rest I had to spend a lot of time searching for them in google images, and on some websites for puns. Oh internet xD

Moving on!

This one just had to happen eventually xD It was originally going to be the one-shot that I'd use for the bet against Quilla, but then I changed my mind at the last minute. Now with some changes to the characters relationships, it is finished! So yay, you all get to read about another crazy concept! :D :P Oh and one last thing to note: The characters are just a liittttle bit OOC in this xD but still, I hope you'll like it!

Hello, I Love You

~ Poison Glasses ~

"Hey.. hey wake up already!"

Blinking, eyes adjusting to the intense bright lights, the red-haired boy sat up, pushing away the man who had awoken him. Strange.

Now why would a couple of delinquents knock him unconscious and bring him to what appeared to be a hospital? or was it a research facility? He wasn't exactly sure.

"Get the boss." a dark haired man said, pointing to two frail looking girls, standing by a bunch of cabinets.

The two left without a word, and the boy with red hair and passive mercury eyes took in his surroundings. There were no windows in the room. There was a small vent on the ceiling, three tables, cabinets filled with all sorts of instruments and bottles filled with liquids and powders. Tiled floor and ceiling, and white washed walls. Six men, each most likely with a firearm on them, judging by the way they would occasionally bring their hand to their hip.

Ah, now it was making sense. This was a lab, most likely. This was where the infamous, fearsome 'Poison' dealt with people he found to be a problem, or a nuisance. Rumor has it, he likes to make poisonous substances, and tests them on his enemies - how he got his name in this city.

Just what did he do to piss off the mafia boss Poison? He started to think of all the things he did in the past couple of days:

I did damage those traffic lights downtown yesterday, no, that wouldn't upset anyone enough to kill me. I managed to put ghost peppers into the cakes at that cafe that Isogai works at.. nah, no one was rushed to the emergency room. Oh, what about that girl? What was her name? Chihara? No, Chiyo? Chiyaka? Whatever her name was, she didn't like it when I broke her boyfriend's leg in three places.. Maybe she's related to Poison somehow?

The door slid open, and the girls stepped in, but there's no one with them?

Ah, then the two stepped apart, and there was a rather short, timid looking girl with dark raven colored, braided hair and purple eyes. She was wearing a pair of spectacles, and a white lab coat over a school uniform.

"Um," the girl walked towards him slowly, looking unsure about something. "You are... the one they call the demon king right?"

"I suppose.." he shrugged, standing to his feet. Wow, she was short, like, really short. He was certain she wasn't any taller than his best friend, that 'gender'. "And who wants to know?"

She looked up at him, apprehension laced into her voice, "Um.. Poison."

She's Poison? I'm a little shocked. But not as shocked as when I learned that Nagisa was an assassin. That sure was a bombshell. I guess this goes to prove that you should never judge anyone by their appearance.

"So why did you get your underlings to kidnap me and bring me here?"

"Uh!" Poison looked around the room, frowning, "C-come on! This is why we don't have very many people in our gang!"

"Sorry, but we didn't want to die if he rejected your request!"

"Ya, he's really tough, if we made him angry then-"

"I get it already."

The group all became silent, seeing their leader pinch the bridge of her nose, and just shake her head.

"We'll ask nicely next time."

"Thank you," Poison smiled at them, gesturing to the door. "Now please... would you leave us alone?"

"Of course, boss!"

With everyone filing out of the room, the small girl went over to a cabinet and started collecting bottles of liquids. The door shut as the last of the gang went out. And now, the demon king and the poison boss were alone.

The red head watched the girl warily, wondering just what on earth she was planning to do. From what he could gather, she was timid in nature, gentle, soft spoken. Not exactly the first person you would suspect to be leading a group of mafia. But maybe her gentle nature and guidance was what made all of those people obey her every command, because they had trust in her. Or maybe that was a huge front, masking over blood lust and a temper which could drive her to torture and kill people. The second he let his guard down, he would be facing the wrath of this little girl. So he thought. He couldn't let his guard slip, after all, that was why those punks under her were able to catch him and bring him here.

"Y-you don't have to be on guard so much." Poison turned around, holding some bandages, gauze and a glass bottle filled with a clear liquid - most likely the chemicals she had been holding before.

"That wound, on your forehead... it looks really bad. I'll take care of it for you."

"How do I know you aren't going to put Hydrochloric Acid on me?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

"Please, I have more class then to stick HCI onto a wounded person. That's just plain cruel." she said, narrowing her eyes at him in return. "If I wanted to harm you, I would have you strapped to a table so I can test out what medicines work against my poisons. What I made was an antiseptic, it doesn't hurt much like you would think; I would have given you some proper first aid, but our last first aid kit had to be used on.. Yakyu-kun!"

She has some confidence in herself when she starts to talk about chemicals.

"You never answered my question before." he said, walking towards her.

"W-what question?" she asked, looking up at him confused for a moment. "Oh.. um, I wanted.. to thank you, for um, protecting... my friend."

"Your friend?" he raised an eyebrow, taking the gauze and bandages from her. "Thank? A little strange for a mafia boss to be using her underlings to get a guy off the streets, just to say thanks for something."

"Well.." She looked away, biting on her bottom lip. "That- that isn't all I wanted to say to you. Or rather, um, I wanted to ask you too."

"Hm?" he glanced at the cabinet behind her, seeing no dangerous chemicals that could harm him further than he's already been harmed. "Go on, ask me your questions." He poured a tiny amount of the antiseptic stuff onto some gauze and dabbed at the back of his hand, testing, making sure it wasn't going to burn his skin or something. It stung a little, but there was no blistering skin. He applied the stuff to the wound on his head, trusting that he wasn't going to be in much pain.

".. It's um.. you're.. very um, well known.." the raven haired girl struggled with her words, trying to phrase everything so that he won't get angry or upset with her. "And you saved my friend.. she's very important to me. I want... well, I'd like it, if you would j- consider... consider joining my gang?"

"Eh?" he looked down at her surprised, taken off guard. "Listen here shortie-"

"Poison." she corrected him.

"..Poison. I don't want to join your little ensemble, mafia gang. I'd rather not be tied in with a group who can't even keep members because they kill each other off, and can't think without their leader."

Taking a deep breath, the girl scowled at him, saying slowly, "Listen here, Demon King. You have the right to refuse to join. But talk smack about my friends, and you're in for a world of pain. You think that we'd get here with one mind and brute strength? No, to be where we are now, we've all had to put a foot in the grave, and risk everything we've got, every single day. Together, we've been able to keep some justice going on in this city, because we all have different strengths, that can combine together and bring something bigger than we can do on our own."

The demon king could do nothing but stare at her for a long moment, absorbing her words, turning them over in his mind. This little girl, with the stutter, and nature of a bunny, could use words to cut through someone like a sword, and also bring light, hope to someone's heart. "You're an interesting one. I think I will join you, Poison Glasses."

"Poison...Glasses?!" She gave him an aggravated look, the irritation evident in her tone of voice. "What the hell? It's Poison! Just. Poison."

"I know, but Poison Glasses sounds a lot cuter than just plain old Poison." He said, smirking. Ohh, he could have fun teasing this girl.

"C-cute?! It doesn't sound cute at all!" she protested waving her arms around.

"Eh? But I ended it with -ko!"

"DON'T!" She shouted, her face going red. "I've had enough. just call me Manami! You damned demon!"

So her real name is Manami. And it looks like she might have a short fuse. That's adorable as her name.

"Ouch, I'm stun by your vulgar use of words," The demon king said, pretending to be hurt. He smirked, "If we're going to be going on first name basis, then I think you should call me Karma instead of 'damned demon'. Manami-chan."

"Wha?!" She glared at him. "Come on, don't add -chan to my name.. I'm your superior!"

"Eh? But it's fine right? I mean you're so small~"

"GAH! DON'T TALK ABOUT MY HEIGHT!"

The demon king, Karma, laughed, enjoying annoying his boss.. His Poison Glasses.