Yako, Godai and Neuro sat around a small round table at Godai's office.

The dull, flickering lamp sat at the middle of the table.

In the dim light, Neuro's eyes glinted and glowed green.

Godai reached inside his jacket and pulled out his gun.

Yako held up her hand and...

Tossed down her last card. "Oi! I won! Poker, you jackasses!"

Neuro tossed down his cards (2) and Godai raised his gun and fired, shooting a hole through all of his cards (6) and blasting one of Neuro's eyeball spies to metal pieces and slime.

"No cheating." He muttered as he blew smoke off of his barrel.

Yako grinned. "Ahaha! Neuro, you only win if you have information to go by! Thank you, Godai~! I knew if we continued playing, there would be a time where his calculations and probabilities would find a fault! Woohoo~! Free lunch tomorrow!"

Akane held up a chalkboard and drew a line.

Godai looked over. "So... That makes 397 for Neuro, 1 for Yako, and 0 for Godai."

Yako poked his cheek with a finger. "It doesn't matter, we managed to one-up him before 500 games- that's a record! Free lunch tomorrow for both us because Neuro has to pay. Although, it does surprise me that you're a horrible player. Usually all those gangsta men like you are really good."

Godai brushed her away. "What do you mean, I'm a horrible player?!"

Yako smiled at him. "No, it's just that you curse all the time but I sorta can tell the difference between the real ones and the fake ones because the real ones gives me goosebumps but the fake ones aren't scary at all."

Godai glared at her once more and then abruptly let go and went back to shuffling cards.

Yako's eyes sparkled as she contemplated tomorrow's buffet. "What shall I get? What shall I get? Ooh, sushi seems good... But cake seems better... Since we had sushi today..."

Neuro stood up and before both of them could realize what was happening, pulled Yako and Godai into the air, one person on each hand. "Godai, get back to wherever you go after work." He tossed him out the door. Yako winced when she heard him hit the wall. Something definitely broke.

She wriggled out of Neuro's grip and folded up the blackboard. "Don't be a sore loser, Neuro."

She set it down next to Akane. Then she grabbed her jacket.

Neuro looked up. "Where are you going?"

Yako waved her keys. "Home."

"The poisonous gas doesn't clear that fast. Surely I wouldn't be so neglectful to kill you without also disposing of anyone who should find you in three days or so."

Yako dropped her jacket. "But you cleared the gas up!"

"Yes, surely you would like to have your face peeled off by residue? Carry on, now."

Yako sat opposite Neuro, drinking a small cup of sugary coffee. "Why would someone go so far just to keep me out of work? Can't they just buy some regular old laxatives and ship me to the hospital for a few days?"

Neuro pulled up a chart, which had numerous photos and reviews written by Akane. He tapped on it with a finger and looked down at Yako with a sad, disappointed face. "Now, look here, Yako, and tell me what you see." He said slowly as if she would not comprehend it without adequate time.

Yako glared at him over the steam rising from her coffee. "It's just my mother cooking me breakfast."

"Exactly." Neuro pulled out a chart and a typed sheet of paper. He pulled a pair of fake glasses on and read over the paper. "She was feeding you fried bacon and titanium sheets. And, according to her, you loved it."

Yako ripped the paper in half. "I wasn't that dense! Of course I didn't eat the sheets! I ate the bacon! I put the titanium sheets in the garage!"

Neuro reassembled the paper and glued it together perfectly. He continued reading. "That was the surprising part. You see, the day before that breakfast, she went into the hardware store to buy titanium sheets, but she didn't just leave with that. She also left with a sample of a new type of metal anti-rust liquid."

Yako choked. Hot coffee spilled on her shirt. She started to wipe it off clumsily.

Neuro continued."That particular polisher was discontinued because it was determined... Lethal in even the smallest doses. Your mother, however... She never found a good use for it, so instead, she mixed it up with oil and cooked all your favorite foods with it."

Yako leaned her head back. "Oh, god. This sounds like something my mother would do."

"Surprisingly, you had no side effects at all. Despite your weak appearance and no fighting skills to speak of, your stomach is very adaptable."

Yako sighed. "So... You're saying they had to get me something that would overpower my stomach, since a perfect trap was to put it in food, but any other human poison would either put them on the government's suspicious list and therefore cut off customer's trust, so they had to get something powerful but still not known to the government?"

Neuro pulled out a long list. "Many of the demon poisons were already know by the government- they don't know what it is exactly, but they've named it and they know the effects. Although sometimes the drugged victims were just put in the insane asylum and their behavior blamed on any human sickness they could get their hands on."

Yako set her coffee down. "So he was left with the Love Tool? Why would he still go on with that?"

Neuro tossed all the paper away. "This mystery is extremely bland. Fueled by simple greed... It is distasteful. But I have to squelch that tiny bit of resistance before it gets any bigger. What a waste of energy."

Yako stood up. "You mean...!"

He folded his fingers together. "That person didn't need to gain access to hell. Someone was disobeying me... Right here."

"What do we know about him?"

"The demon is very weak. If all that demon could come up with was a Love Tool, he's probably holding on the hope that he's too small to be found, or to be bothered about. I don't think he really meant any harm."

"So... All this was just a joke?! I-I kissed three guys- this is not a funny joke!" Yako picked up a newspaper. "The headlines are saying I'm drunk! I've got to apologize to Higuchi, and then Godai... And you!"

Yako walked over, around the chair and used both of her hands to cup Neuro's cheeks. And then she pinched them. Hard. "I know you know who it was. But I'll figure it out by myself. Understand?"

Neuro held up a tiny sheet of paper with his observations on it and nodded. He lit it on fire with one of his fingers. Then, as the smoke drifted away, he pointed down, to where Yako's wet coffee stain was rubbing off to his crisp, white shirt.

Yako blanched and felt a chill run down her spine.

He slowly drew a line from one side of her neck to the other with his finger.