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This story's got SAD parts. It also includes things I don't condone and do not advise you to do like- cheating, drinking, keeping secrets, holding onto silly angst, or mixing whiskey and rum. If you do it, I hold no responsibility.

So. Enough of that, more importantly,

This story is DEDICATED TO kurono-aijin!

This is all for you Kuro, who wanted long fics from the sentences. (Sorry it's such a crappy fic) K. Shutting up now.

ENJOY!

P.S. There's a reason I'm so vague about who Yako's husband is. I couldn't think of who to choose and I decided to make it open-ended. So you can get anyone you want and put him in that spot!

#03 - Waltz

She remembered it quite clearly. She had been sitting down, laughing with her new husband while her insides stiffened when suddenly- he turned up in front of her, one hand outstretched. Neuro.

"Neuro, what are you-?"

"You said I had to dance last dance with you, Teacher~! Don't tell me you forgot about how you threatened your most loyal assistant into doing this with you!"

"I-" Yako looked back and forth from her husband to the daemon. What was Neuro trying to do? Embarrass her? Torture her some more? She didn't get it. Unless he was-! No. Never! Yako bit her lip, trying to hold back sudden tears. Neuro didn't love her. He never would.. It was foolish of her to even think of such a thing.

"It's ok, Ya-chan," her husband said, suddenly, breaking into her thoughts. He looked at her shocked face and chuckled. "I don't want to limit you. Go on, dance with your friend. It would be bad if you lost a friend because of my jealousy."

Neuro bowed his head, radiating gratitude. "Thank you so much Teacher's husband~! I was so worried! Sensei promised to beat me to shreds if I didn't dance with her!"

Yako opened her mouth in protest, but found it pointless as her arm was almost yanked out of its socket by Neuro pulling her to the dance floor.

"Neuro, why-?"

"People were wondering why I wasn't approaching you, dear Sensei~ ."

"Yeah, but-"

"Would you rather wipe the floor with your filthy face, Louse?"

"N-no."

There was no words after that.

Soon the music began to play and they danced. It made her nervous, being so close.. She stared at the ground, her hands lightly resting on his shoulders. She couldn't believe this was happening.. It was very much like a strange dream... Neuro's hands held her close to him, warm and strangely gentle. They spun, around and around. It was so odd.. all of this, because dancing with Neuro seemed so natural..not to mention completely enjoyable. Just where had Neuro learned to dance like this? Worries, admonitions, and secret hopes began to rise inside her and quickly she squashed them, throwing those bothersome thoughts to the back of her mind.

Yako leaned closer to Neuro, resting her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed. She wasn't stupid, she knew he was doing this for his cover, that it had nothing to do with emotions, but all the same... Just let me enjoy this moment, she thought to herself desperately. Because for sure, she knew, as her tears silently ran down her cheeks, she'd never get another one.