READ THIS DISCLAIMER, DAG IT!

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.

ENJOY!

P.S.- I told you this story had angst. I just find it silly that they're not being open with each other- hence silly angst.

P.P.S.- Sorry it's a slow chapter. Things'll start moving in the next one, also a surprise guest will show up in the next chapter! Any guess as to who it is?

#08 - Wanhope (despair)

She didn't want to get up. She didn't want to breathe, to eat- nothing. Yako couldn't even find the energy to roll out of bed.

She stared at the clock on the wall. Three hours until her husband came home. Three hours until she had to pretend. Pretend everything was fine and cheerful.

But it wasn't.

After her disastrous talk with that daemon, Yako hurt. His cruel words kept ringing in her ears.

God. What had she been thinking? Of course, he would say something like that.

What had she been expecting? For him to pull her into his arms and declare he was madly in love with her?

Hah. That'd never happen.

It had devastated her. She had thought he had changed. Became more human. But he hadn't. He was as much a daemon as ever. He had taken her heart and destroyed it.

It was ridiculous. Really. Yako lifted her head, and sighed, not being able to find the energy to lift it.

She needed to work up some energy. Yako had to be cheery and act normally when her husband came home and that required effort. Energy.

But she had none. It was probably because she hadn't eaten anything.

Yes. What a shocker.

Her, the self-declared biggest stomach in Japan (if not the whole world), was not hungry.

She hadn't been since her conversation with Neuro. When her husband came home, she'd eat and stuff her face, but somehow her heart just wasn't into it.

There were days when she couldn't wait for it to be morning and for her husband to leave. Because then she could languish on the first piece of furniture she collapsed on, crying. And she didn't have to pretend. She didn't have to pretend that she was happy and content. She didn't have to pretend that she wasn't in love with Neuro who could never love her back. She didn't have to pretend that his hurtful words had never been spoken.

It really did hurt.

Those words of his, acting like she was just a toy to him, a human plaything to be poked at and played with for fun and then dumped cruelly when he was done.

But it wasn't an act. It was real. That was how he really felt. She knew that now.

She hadn't gone back to the Daemon Detective Agency after that conversation with Neuro. The reason for that was that Yako thought that he would come fetch her if he wanted a meal, proving that she was actually important to him.

But he hadn't showed. So it was true then.

Neuro believed that she was useless now, devolved because of foolish emotions.

She wondered idly. Would he pick up a new 'cover'? Or would he go into business as a detective with just himself?

She knew that he hadn't found the Ultimate Mystery yet. So he wouldn't leave the Human World.

Yako flopped down onto the floor. Tears dripped from her eyes onto the carpeted floor. It hurt, the thoughts running through her mind that he would leave, that he would find someone to replace her, or simply the thought that he didn't need her anymore.

She still loved him. And every time she thought that, it brought new tears because she knew that he would never love her back.

He had made that painfully clear.

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This was extremely bad.

He was feeling pain.

That didn't happen.

It wasn't supposed to happen.

He was a daemon! But, then again, he had always been against the norm.

But this was ridiculous. Inside..part of him hurt so bad... It felt like his heart had been ripped to pieces.

Neuro actually knew this from experience. It really did hurt like his heart had been literally ripped to pieces.

Only- much much much much more painful.

Puzzles would not help a wound like this. Neuro had examined himself for injuries and found there to be none. Which meant it was an emotional wound.

The type that humans continually suffered from.

And in some ways, he was very very much like a human.

Damn.

Neuro sighed.

He hadn't felt the need to solve a puzzle ever since the Louse had come to the Agency that night.

Right now, he didn't even want to stand. He just couldn't seem to find the energy to do such a thing.

(And it wasn't because his Daemon energy was low. That was at a decent level.)

He hated this. He really did.

He still couldn't believe what had happened.

The Louse had chosen that human over him. HIM!

It was days later and the shock of that still hadn't worn off. But, if she was so determined not to have him, he saw no reason to embarrass himself further by begging her or making his own feelings known.

He wasn't supposed to have feelings! He was a daemon!

But he wasn't, not anymore.

And so he felt the pain.

Because she wasn't his. And she never would be.