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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 challenges. (Sorry it's such a crappy fic) K. Shutting up now.

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#05 - Whiskey and Rum

Wah...It was soooo hard to keep her thoughts straight with all this delicious food!

Yako licked her lips. She was so happy she had taken that case now! The clients had been extremely grateful that the case was solved, so grateful that they had treated Yako to a five star restaurant. She was thankful to them. Even if they kept making toasts to her all night. Ughh.. And naturally it had to be red wine. Americans.. Didn't they understand what happened to food when certain alcohols were introduced? Much of the food here tasted awful with red wine. Sigh. Yako wished she had sake. Sake would actually enhance the food's taste, versus making the food too rich. She took a sip, grimaced and dug into the platter in front of her.

"Stuffing your face, Louse? If you do that, that man you've somehow tricked into marrying you might not like you anymore." Neuro grinned, his voice cheerful and lowered so the others wouldn't hear.

"Shut up, Neuro." Yako wasn't scared of him nor really insulted by his words. And she definitely didn't feel charitable towards Neuro right now. He had practically invited himself along, and considering he didn't even eat the food, it was such a waste! Not to mention, being Neuro, he'd probably try to humiliate her, take her food, or slam her head into the table. Well.. maybe not. He had been acting odd ever since she got married. He still insulted her, but all his tortures had an odd feel to it as if-

SLAM!

Yako lifted her head out of her fish platter and took a deep breath, aware of the slimy fish skin sticking to her hair. Yeah.. it was only a matter of time until Neuro did something. At least their table was in a private room. That way she wouldn't have to put up with as many people taking pictures of her on their phones. The clients, Mrs. and Mr. Gray stared at her, and began whispering to each other in hushed urgent tones. Yako groaned inwardly, watching their secretive conversation. That's just what she needed. More rumors flying around about how weird she was.

"Sensei felt she needed to perform a dogeza to display her gratitude~! It's just that in her brilliance, she forgot about the table! I'm sure she'll be willing to do it again, though! Sensei has such a masochistic streak in her," Neuro said in a confiding manner to the clients.

Mr. Gray cleared his throat, inching away from the 'eccentric' detective. "No, no. That won't be necessary. I think my wife and I will leave now, you know.. so many things to do. Naturally the food is still on us, though, so please enjoy the rest of your dinner. Goodbye now." And with that statement, he dragged his wife by the arm out of the room.

Yako stood, mouth open and hand outstretched, meaning to say something to the clients and sighed. This sucked. She put her head in her hands. This situation sucked so bad because now she was alone with Neuro in a dimly lit private room. Great. Footsteps sounded as Neuro walked away for a moment and came back with two bottles in his hands. He poked her, poured a drink and put it in front of her, prodding her to drink it. She sighed. It wasn't red wine, at least. Why not. Besides, if it was some daemon poison, Neuro'd come through with the antidote eventually. Right now it was a drink and that was exactly what she needed. Yako swished the cup. No pincers, spiky parts or other undesirables revealed themselves. All right then, bottoms up! She downed the cup, the liquid burning all the way down the cup. Yako licked her lips. Not bad..if she could drink that with the fish which was just a bit dry, the fish would taste even better! She slammed the table, oblivious to the present dangers.

"I want another one!"

Hours later, Yako was yawning, her bottomless stomach finally plugged, and found herself leaning against something soft and warm. Her mind, clouded by the alcohol was in a fog, and she found herself very brave all of a sudden. She poked her 'pillow' and giggled.

"Ya know wha, Neuro? Sometimes I feel like ya want us alll da the clients to go away. Whad's wrong with yoooouuuu?"

"It's not my fault you have a masochistic streak, Louse."

"I doooo nooot!"

"Yes, you do. Why else would you come to a dinner like this without your husband, hmm? And being accompanied by me, no less? The papers will be all over this, as well as your mate. If you're trying to get him to leave you.."

"That's ridicker- ridicoco-, stoooopid! My husband's buzy like a bee, that's why I didn't invite him. And as for the papers, I don't care what de say."

"But your mate will."

"Why ya so inter-sted in my husband, Neuro? Iz' not like he's YOUR husband.. Ha ha. That'd be funny."

"..Only looking out for your best interests, Louse."

"I thought you were gonna stop calling me that! Ya said I was your partner!"

"I changed my mind. You've devolved, Louse."

"AGGHHH! Why are ya even here, Neuro? Ya can't even eat the food!"

"Why would I want to? I devour mysteries, you idiotic termite. Puzzles. Human food just can't compare."

"...I wonda what mys-t-te-r-ries taste like..."

"The day you eat mysteries is the day I kill you."

"I was just wonderinnn.. No need to be so meaannn, Neuro, just cuz ya can't eat dis food!"

"Hmmph. I can eat the food, Louse. As a matter of fact, I've tried bits and pieces here and found it to be most unsatisfying."

"WHAT? Ya just haven't been trying da right food! Ya gotta eat some of dese foods togeda! Oderwise, it won't taste as gooood. Stoopid."

"You dare, Louse-"

"Yup! I called yoooouuuu stupid! Hee heee heee. HIC!"

"...You've had more than enough alcohol tonight, Louse."

"Whadda ya mean? I'm not drunk at all! HIC! And look! Now I'm gonna show ya how to make the food taste good!"

She stood, wobbling, picked up the sad remains of some lobster bisque' and flopped down onto Neuro's lap. Yako swayed as she picked her legs up to move herself into a kneeling position and almost fell to the ground, only to find herself steadied by warm hands. But she didn't pay attention to that. She had a mission and that mission was make Neuro eat the food!

"Open wide now, Neuroooo. Here comes da train! Open that tunnel! Chugga choo-chooo!" She grinned lopsidedly, her hand coming towards his mouth and awkwardly missing as her knees slipped out from under her and she landed most undignified on top of Neuro.

They were both on the floor now, the force of Yako's body having knocked the chair backwards. She grinned, the lobster remains still clutched in one hand.

"Now I'm gonna make ya eat it, Neuro! And ya're gonna say it's wondaful!"

"Louse-"

"I dun wanna be called dat anymore! Din't I say dat? I want ya to say my name, my real name, not dat..."

"You don't deserve-"

"Ya, maybe. But I want ya to call me by name soooo bad... Ya know what else I want?"

"Why should I care-"

The daemon's words cut off suddenly as Yako clumsily pressed her lips to his. She drew back, mouth slightly open and giggled at the look on his face.

"You. That's what I want."

"Wh-hy?"

"Cuz I love ya..." She pressed her lips to his again, harder this time, wrapping her arms around his body.

And, with a sigh, he gripped her shoulder with one hand and kissed her back harder than ever, the other hand holding her close to him.

Bliss.

Neuro laughed inwardly as everything got decidedly hotter. 'Well,' he thought to himself. 'It turned out mixing the whiskey and rum together had been a good idea after all.'