Disclaimer: not my characters, I just screw around with thier life and stories, as well as personalities. I hope you enjoy this new mangleing of this series.

You Know I'm Never Far

Neuro was laying on the ceiling, gazing at his (ex-) slave's offspring. They sat in the corner farthest away from him, on the bottom bunk, and stared at him, eyes wide in terror. He grinned, purposely showing all 184 of his pointy teeth.

The little boy started to cry.

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Thmp…thmp…Thmp………..SLAM!

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The door was thrown open, making the room tremble slightly, and Neuro saw his favorite ex-slave standing silhouetted in the doorway.

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Yako's kids saw their very, very angry mother silhouetted in the doorway.

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"NEURO! YOU GET YOUR ASS DOWN FROM THERE AND GET IT OVER HERE NOW! I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU."

Neuro looked down at his (ex) slave, and grinned in what most would accurately judge as an extremely irritating manner.

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Her children watched in awe as their mother shouted, swore briefly and gestured violently at the bird-monster on their ceiling.

"GET. DOWN."

"Oh, so my slave is now ordering me around now?"

((Neuro, despite his great intelligence and ability to anticipate the actions of most humans, my dear reader, was not able to predict what happened next.))

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What happened was that a broom came flying out of nowhere, and smacked Neuro across his bright yellow beak.

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He fell in a rather startled and undignified manner from the ceiling and became acquainted with the lovely spaceship-and-shooting-stars carpet he had seen so often from his higher vantage point.

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From there, he then proceeded to get smacked around by Yako and her terrible broom.

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Yako angrily herded him out of her kid's room; he thought he heard the soft laughter of her kids.

This irritated him greatly.

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They had no right, nor reason to laugh at him!

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For that matter, he shouldn't be beaten around.

And by a lowly slave, too!

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He was being attacked by a lowly slave!

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As soon as he was in the hallway, and she was out of the room, she slammed the door shut and planted the broom firmly between them.

"Neuro. What the HELL are you doing near my kids?"

He righted himself so that he was sitting in a slightly more dignified position. Blinking in the, by comparison, strong light, he took a long, good look at Yako.

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She hadn't changed much. Motherhood had been kind, almost good to her. Sure, she was a little heavier, but that was an improvement.

Less pointy and painful angles.

And…heeeyyy…was that a chest on her finally?

It was!

Motherhood had been very good to his ex-slave.

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"Neuro!" she hissed, anger rolling off of her in rivers and streams. "WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING. NEAR. MY. KIDS."

"Oh, well. There are some new slave openings available, and I was hoping to ensnare your offspring." He chirped.

A broom was angrily shoved into his birdy beak, and he toppled backward, disappearing into the floor.

Yako took a step backward.

She didn't remember that trick.

"Is that how you treat your old master, slave?" he replied, in Yako's ear. She jumped, and looked behind her.

A pair of extremely vibrant green eyes stared at her from a near human face. She squeaked, and started to take a step backward. Her previous boldness quickly disappearing, as the danger to her children had been removed to a safe distance.

Survival was now kicking in, and instinct was now screaming at her to flee, preferably in a direction that would lead him away from her offspring.

A gloved hand encircled her upper arm, gripping painfully tight.

"Now, now, slave. I think we need to retrain you on proper etiquette. Let's start with a proper greeting, shall we? Lick. My. Shoes."

"Over my dead body." A masculine voice replied from the northern part of the room.

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From the front door.

A.N: Who could it be? Sasazuka? Higuchi? Iskigaki? Man!Aya? or my favorite, Man!Kanae?

Also, I will not be updating for a few months. My thumb drive has dissapeared. Guess what was on it? So, until I drag myself out of the depression that has followed, don't expect anything. And no whining. I see any whining, and I will shut down this account and all my others, and this will be one less thing on my plate I need worry about. I have reached a breaking point, honestly, and between work, college,bills, and Murphy*, I'm having a hard time.

Thanks, Hope you enjoy. :)

*Murphy's Law-Roughly, anything that can go wrong, will.