It's short, I know... And I sincerely apologize. But, to be honest, at least it's something. =_=

And honestly, I really like this chapter. I tried to make it lighter than the last few chapters, for one because, well, I got tired of writing angst, and secondly because it's more natural for me to write quirky, silly NeuYako fics, and I'm a comedy girl. I luuuurrrve comedy, and though I'm not that great at writing it, I like to at least try, haha. It's just... how they are. They're silly.

That, and this is the first chapter with Godai in it, whom I love. And I was really happy he finally got a few moments for himself. XD

So yes, again I apologize for the length, but again, at least it's an update. At the moment, I can't even believe I'm updating this fic. It's been so looooong... DX

Yako sat staring at the phone, lost. Her brows furrowed, concentrating, then she sighed and went back to staring blankly at the phone. She wrung her fingers a little, frowned again, adjusted herself in her chair, took a few deep breaths, reached for the phone… and pulled her hand away again, sighing and going back to just staring.

Neuro glanced up from the newspaper, his eyebrow quirking with annoyance. Yako had been sitting there for a solid twenty minutes, and had yet to even touch the phone, let alone grasp it, pick it up, and dial her mother's number into it. He was ready to walk over there and do it himself.

"Hello there, mother dear. I know this is a bit late notice, but I'm a demon, and your daughter is now pregnant with the spawn of Hell. We're very excited, and we hope you are too. Won't you come see us before the baby arrives and the apocalypse begins? We would love to have you. Until later then, mother dearest."

It sounded like an amusing idea to Neuro, and he was seriously considering putting it into motion when Yako let out a frustrated wail and threw her hands up in the air.

"Neuro! What am I supposed to tell my mother?" she moaned, slumping pathetically in her chair.

"Repeat after me: Hello there, mother dear. I know this is a bit late notice, but the man I married is a demon, and I'm now pregnant with the spawn of Hell. We're very excited, and we hope you are too-"

"NOUGAMI NEURO, THAT IS NOT FUNNY."

Neuro snickered as Yako glared daggers into him. "I'm serious here. If I'm laying an egg in God only knows how many months-"

"I estimate around two or three."

"-then I need to come up with a pretty good lie unless you want us to somehow explain that you're a demon and why, in that knowledge, I still married you," Yako finished, still glaring. Then she blinked. "Wait, what did you say? Two or three months?" she ended with a shriek. "How am I ever going to explain this? Neurooooooo…" And with that, she flopped over on the table, making incomprehensible gurgling sounds Neuro could only assume were supposed to be words.

"Maybe we should just… not tell her?" he suggested carefully.

Yako just flopped about some more. Neuro took that as a no.

"Then perhaps we should consider telling her the truth," he said noncommittally, going back to his newspaper.

Yako sprang up in her chair so fast Neuro thought her head might fly off. "Are you NUTS?" she shrieked.

"Not even," Neuro replied dryly. "Consider the fact that we've been married for five years and I've yet to suck your organs out of your nose through a straw, brainwash you into doing my evil bidding, or drag you back to hell to have my pet monsters tear you apart while I watch and laugh. Or… whatever you humans assume we demons do with our mortal spouses."

Yako had turned a noticeable shade of green, but Neuro continued undeterred.

"My point is, I haven't harmed you, have I?"

"Well, if you want to be technical-" Yako began, but Neuro cut her off.

"Of course I haven't. I have been the most loving, loyal, affectionate husband any woman could ever ask for-" he ignored Yako's doubtful look "-and if your mother discovered I were a demon, she would have no reason to be upset, because I have given her no such reason in the eight years I've known you."

"That's she's aware of," Yako muttered. Neuro just grinned devilishly. "But I see your point. Still… I don't know."

"Then don't tell her."

"But I can't do that, this is her grandchild we're discussing!"

"Okay, then tell her."

Yako threw her husband a withering glare. "You are no help."

"I do my best, dear louse."

Defeated, Yako slumped over the table again. She had to tell someone, or it was going to drive her crazy… But no one except Godai knew about Neuro-

Suddenly, she sat up. "Godai!"

Godai flipped his pocket knife closed, opened it, flipped it closed, then opened it again. Besides the slight hiss of the knife opening and closing, the only other noises in the office were the ticking of the clock, and the soft tap tap tap of Akane typing away on something in the other corner. Speaking of the clock, Godai glanced at his watch, and regretted it. 4:22 p.m.. He still had five and a half more hours before he could call it a day.

That morning he had been rudely awoken by a text message from that demon ordering him to watch the detective office that day, Monday. Why in the world Neuro and Yako suddenly wanted a three day weekend was beyond him. It was surprising, really, that Yako would stand for something like this. She was the responsible, caring one who wouldn't ask him to watch the office on his own without giving him a warning beforehand.

With that in mind, Godai was hardly pleased when his cellphone rang and the caller ID informed him Nougami Yako was on the other end.

"What do you want?" he answered.

"Godai, how are you?" she asked. She sounded ecstatic, bursting with joy even. It only made Godai more irritated.

"How do you think I'm doing, locked up in this hole all freaking day?" he growled, jamming his open knife into an already developed crack in his desk.

"Oh… yeah, about that… I'm really sorry Godai, but I've just been… not feeling too good. But I have some really big news!"

"Oh yeah?" he shot back. "Like what?"

A long pause, then the woman practically shrieked in his ear, "I'm pregnant!"

It took Godai several long seconds to process this, and when he did, he went pale.

"ARE YOU (insert colorful language of your choice here) INSANE?"

And with that, he threw the cellphone down and it smashed into a billion pieces.

Yako hung up the phone. "Well, he took that well," she grinned.

Pweeeeeeeaaaaaassssssseeeee reviewwwww~ :D