There was an Earthquake and I felt it! It was so annoying though cause I wanted to sleep but stuff fell from my desk and I had to clean it up…
A sickly green color shaded the girls' complexion. That was the body of what, and Imaginary Friend? Yako gulped.
"But…Why is it dead Neuro?" She whispered to the invisible man. The claws on her shoulder dug into her skin, Neuro was hurting her. Was he so interested with the dead bodies that he forgot he was squeezing his nails into her arm; she flinched when her arm started to become warm with fresh blood. The girl glanced at the blood starting to seep onto her sweater then to the creature.
"Neuro, stop it kinda hurts!" But Neuro didn't respond, his eyes seemed to be focused only on the blood that attacked the clean white walls of the classroom. His drool as well became dangerously close to scorching her body. In all honesty, that hungry glare the demon had frightened her, all he seemed to notice was the body behind the teachers' desk. She watched his slick tongue dart out and lick his thin lips, his nose twitch as if he smelled something absolutely mouth-watering.
But the more important matter at hand was making Neuro stop hurting her.
"Come on, Neuro! Snap out of it, I don't want blood on my favorite sweater." She whispered a bit loudly bringing her hand to his. Her fingers grazed over his longer ones until she grasped his knuckles. The touch seemed to snap the 'friend' out of his stupor for she felt his knife like nails slip out of her skin and through the cashmere sweater her father bought on one of his business trips.
Yako turned away from the crime scene to face her 'friend' just in time to watch his eye glow for what must have been a split second before he grabbed her wrist and lead her to a place unknown.
"Wa- Neuro, where are you taking me?" She seethed.
"To a secluded location dish rag." He commented as he all but flung her down two flights of stairs and down the east hallway until they made it to an empty nurse's office.
Neuro gripped the steel frame of the bed in the corner of the room as if he would fall over if he didn't.
Damn it all! He was so hungry, last night's little tease was not enough to deal with his hunger. Just being around all that sweet, sweet red liquid was enough to set his senses wild. He turned to his creator whose back was to him, busily removing her sweater. The white sleeves of the button up dress shirt she wore had five distinct tears from his claws and blood was steadily coming out.
"Geez Neuro, it really hurts, why did you have to go and make my arms bleed?" Yako complained. She wet a cloth in the sink to the left and proceeded to unbutton her blouse. But she halted in her action and suspiciously turned her head to face Neuro with narrowed eyes; Said 'friend' looked at her with raised brows.
"T-turn around…" She said with red cheeks. The blond man gave the girl a sharp grin and retorted.
"Why, not like there's much to look at." Yako's face heated up more and pointed an accusing finger at him.
"S-Shut up, is that any way to talk to the person who practically gave birth to you!" For a moment she stopped in her tirade when she eyes two dark spots on her Imaginary Friends' dark indigo sleeves.
"What's that?" She asked pointing to them. Neuro looked at his arms in surprise and tried to hide the injuries by crossing his arms and moving his hands over the dark spots. But it was too late, the teenager had seen the harm done to his body and she walked over to him, the burning anger had disappeared, being replaced by worry.
"Hey let me see your arms." She ordered. The man reluctantly uncrossed his arms to put them at his side. Yako on the other hand reached out to touch his arm, but one swift movement and her wrist was in Neuro's inhuman grasp.
"There you've seen it, no go undress for your fail in seduction flea." He grinned blankly. Yako glared at him as if he were stupid and slapped her other hand on the wound to his mirroring arm. A grimace on the males' part told Yako all she needed to know.
"Why do you have the same injury as I do?"
"…You really are a nosy pig…Yako." Neuro growled out annoyed. Their eyes made contact and before she knew it, the petite girl was on her back lying on the only bed in the nurses office.
"Wha-Neuro…what are you?" She stuttered. The darkly colored bangs cover the expression in the Imaginary mans' eyes as he grasped one of the sleeves of her blouse and tore it off. Yako gasped.
"Hey what-!"
The man loomed over her with a hungry grin, drool ever so close to spilling out of his mouth. In the back of his mind he cursed the damned bond he was forced to have with such a vulnerable human. Since Neuro himself was technically a part of the high school girl, her body was his body. So when harm comes to the body of his host then he would experience the same amount of pain.
Leaning closer his creator tried to push him away.
"Neuro, get off!" But he didn't, his strength far out numbering hers until he reached the puncture wounds on the girls' upper arm and licked the blood roughly. Yako gasped and widened her eyes in shock. She watched the man with curiosity and surprise written all over her face. He licked another bloody puncture; she felt the saliva as it slid down her arm. It didn't burn, but it left a trail of tingling skin in its wake. She wouldn't admit it, but it felt oddly good. As the Imaginary friend moved on the next arm she glimpsed at the other he had….attacked. The first thing she noticed right off the bat was that the blood and wound itself had vanished.
Yako felt a shiver go down her spine as Neuro gave one last lick to her right arm, it felt just so weird. She didn't know whether to call it gross, rough, or even nice. When the blond haired man lifted up his head he had a mockingly pleased look in his eyes. The two locked gazes and the teenager watched as the left over blood that smeared onto the side of his mouth disappeared with a flick of his tongue. She blushed and let out a flustered screech then shoved him off the bed.
"What the hell was all that! You don't go pushing people on beds then start licking them! What if someone came in and saw us, they would get the completely wrong idea!" She lectured. Neuro pushed himself up off the floor and glared at the girl with a devious grin.
"Tsk, tsk…The only one that would get the weird stares would be you my little flea. I am an Imaginary Friend who can only be seen by you or someone else with another Imaginary Friend." He corrected. Yako thought about that for a moment then curled up on the bed.
"UUUUUGGGHHHH! If someone saw me just now I'm doomed, DOOMED! I must have looked so strange." Suddenly she pointed a finger at the man that has been causing her problems since yesterday.
"This is all your fault!" She accused. The blond raised and eye brow and before she could say anything she was forced into an uncomfortable position.
"OW, ow!...O-Ok I take it back, it hurts." After and few more minutes of unusual torture the two calmed down enough for Yako to ask a question.
"So…exactly what did you do to me? Before, your saliva would burn anything it touched, why didn't it burn me when you did…that?" She asked.
"It's not like I did anything special, I still have an extremely high pH level of acidity in it. But I wouldn't be able to hurt you even if I tried. The only reason why you didn't get burned, or melt into a disgusting pile of goo is because my saliva was specifically designed not to hurt my creator…Even if she is already a disgusting pile of goo that I want to hurt." He grinned happily at the last part as if he didn't just insult how she looked.
"Gee, nice to know you couldn't hurt me if you tried…Wait, but that back bending thing just know really hurt, so aren't you contradicting yourself?" She asked suspiciously. Neuro chuckled at the thought.
"Physically causing pain does not come without a price. When I stabbed your arms I got the same injuries in the same place. Think of my body like a mirror, when you look into in a reflection appears, well I am that reflection. So, right now my back feels like it will snap in two because of your week tolerance to pain, damn you." He cursed like everything bad in the world was her fault.
"I kind of understand that." Yako nodded and got up. "But now what am I going to do with these, This was my school uniform Neuro." She held up the torn off sleeves. The man shrugged.
"That is not my problem dish rag." He said pointedly. Yako sighed, she looked up as the school bell rang indicating that classes were over.
"Come on, I guess I'll just have to buy a new one at the school store." She said and walked to the door. Before she opened it through a cold chill ran up her spine, not like the one like she received while Neuro…snacked, but of one that made her feel like she was watched. Neuro seemed to feel it as well for he shoved the girl away and slammed open the door. He scanned the empty halls but. Nothing of importance was noticed, yet when Yako went to join him out in the hall the look on his face was of pure thrill.
"Hey…What's with that smirk?" She asked.
The phone attached to the wall suddenly rang giving the young man sitting on the living room floor a fright. He glanced up at the device and new immediately that it was Sasazuka-sempai calling him. Sasazuka-sempai only called the house phone when he needed to contact the only other occupant of the lonely two bedroom apartment.
He stood up and ran happily to pick up the house phone until he tripped over the model of the American transformer model that Sempai had ordered for him from overseas.
"Uwahh!" He shouted and landed face first on the plush carpet. The phone rang impatiently as the man consciously got to his feet.
"Sasazuka-sempai! What do you need?" He asked happily and rubbed his bruised nose.
"There better not be a bunch of crap littering my floor again Ishigaki." The man on the other line said monotonously. The black haired man in the apartment looked around the living room that for the past 3 hours had called Toy Land.
"Not at all Sempai!" He sweat-dropped at the obvious lie. Sasazuka sighed.
"Forget about it…I just came to tell you another pair has been killed." The man reported. Ishigaki gasped and his happy expression turned grim.
"That's the 5th one this month." He murmured. The man on the other line grunted.
"That's not all through."
"Eh, really? What else sempai?"
"I found someone with a new Imaginary Friend."
"OH! That's great Sempai, who, who?" Ishigaki's excitement was growing.
"Remember the Katsuragi case I am working on still? It's his daughter; she created a pretty drastic beast." The detective commented.
"Eh? This should be fun, I cant wait to meet them Sempai!"
"Whatever, now clean up those toys or I'll throw them away."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! They're all collectables!" The man screamed and hung up the phone.
Leaning against the back wall of the school building Sasazuka sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The unusual predicament he saw Yako in honestly worried him. That Demonic man with that strange hair style was completely out of control….But maybe, just maybe he would be able to protect her from these serial murders.
Taking out a cigarette and lighting it the detective scrambled his thoughts inside his mind. The case with Katsuragi-san's death was defiantly the cause to her 'friends' creation…but is this a good thing, or a bad thing? He looked over the case files once more, including the ones he secretly took for the unseen reasons behind the case. Then suddenly, something hit him, shoving his hand into his jacket pocket he took out a crime scene photo he took himself. He stared at the bloody picture with wide eyes.
Below the picture of Katsuragi-san's dead body was the gruesome image of his equally dead Imaginary friend. But in the shadows, an almost transparent figure stood behind the dead bodies. The figure was tall and lean with faintly glowing green eyes. The seemed to be dancing with amusement and disappointment all at the same time; held up a small picture frame that was supposed to be on the father's desk. That picture held an image of Yako Katsuragi when she entered high school. And this man peering down at the bodies as if knowing everything…was the man that had been beside Yako as they surveyed the crime scene in the English class, the same man he watched lead her down the empty hallways, the same man that pushed the teenager down and heals her wounds in the most inconvincible way…This faded man in the background was that girl's Imaginary Friend.
OH DAMN! Even I didn't see that coming! So yeah, read and review people…please? Pretty please? I would like to reach 20 review.