Sorry it's a REALLY short chapter but I have a terrible cold and its killing me. Anywayz enjoy!

Disclaimer crap: Me? Own MTNN? HAH! When pigs lay eggs!

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Yako stops her brush strokes to ponder her art, forgetting that the brush is in the hand she scratches. Paint covers a lock of her hair, turning it a deeper gold color.

'Oh! What's missing, I just know something is!' She turns from the bright white canvas slowly, her multi-colored smock dragging on the floor. "Hey, Neuro what do you think? What's missing?"

Neuro turns hair tied back as usual, brush in clean gloved hand. Yako stares at the black gloves. 'He never takes them off. I wonder why?' Her thoughts are interrupted by the paint flicked directly in her eyes. "AARRRGGGHH! IT BURNS!"

Neuro stares her down as she rolls in pain on the floor, hands rubbing furiously at her eyes, in his own paint smock, which he has somehow made a spotless black upon obtaining it.

He turns to scrutinize her wavy outlined banana. "Tick, It is missing many attributes such as color and shading, being the kind being I am, you may use my painting for reference."

Yako stares up at Neuro from her kneeling position on the worn wooden floor, still rubbing one of her eyes. "Wha? Since when did you get so generous."

She stands up and lowers her hand, wincing as the afternoon light showers through the classroom, revealing all the stares from fellow students at their various canvases.

Neuro smiles revealing his strange pincer sharp teeth. "Oh? If you don't want to see it then..." Yako shakes her head no, waving her hands emphatically in front of her paint smudged face. "No, no, no, no, I'll look at it." So saying she walks round to Neuro's canvas.

She gasps inwardly and clasps her hands over her mouth in an attempt to keep from retching and falls back to her knees. Neuro's painting depicts someone being tortured.

'Whoever it is has long silver hair....' Many of his entrails are hanging out or are being pulled on by the many demonic goblins encircling, almost framing, the picture.

'Just how much blood is that?' The picture seems almost covered in it. Its definitely the primary color, washing out almost everything else.

' What's with that expression?!?' The face of whoever it is seems to be warped, his mouth is so distorted Yako nearly passes out thinking of the scream that might be coming out of the mouth. The eyes seem to be only made out of whites, very large ones at that.

" Woo...." Yako trembles before the painting, doing her best to avert her eyes. "Whats wrong Yako? Are you jealous? Maybe I should put you in instead and then...." Yako rushes out the door faster than should be humanly possible, ignoring the stares of teachers and students alike.

She makes it to the girls bathroom just in time to throw up her enormous lunch in the first stall, clinging to the edge of the yellowed toilet.

'Idiot Neuro! That was sick! Momma, what kind of monster have I made friends with?' After she finishes emptying her stomach she curls up in the corner of the pale pink bathroom shaking and crying hysterically.

Neuro stands quite puzzled in the art room. The sun almost making a silvery halo around his head. "Huh, What a weak stomach. This was not nearly as descriptive as I could have made it." He turns back to his painting. "Idiot Sauron, I will get even with you ten times over this."

He looks over at Yako's banana and without a second thought, begins to tear it into a thousand yellow and white shreds. They seem to fall to the ground like he knows her tears will. something inside him squirms uncomfortably, but he stifles it with demonic pleasure. 'Stupid, foolish, pathetic humans."

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Um yeah, little teeny weeny bit of off character for neuro, not sure if I'll go off it or what.

Might not post any new chapters until I get over this stupid cold.

Poor yako SCARRED FOR LIFE! at age twelve. She will never be able to go in an art room again.

See that pretty shiny silver button with such a tempting word on it, "Review" Doesn't it just scream Push me? Why don't you obey it? Please? with a gazillion cherries on top?