Hey guys, its me BluInu. Sorry that I haven't been updating as I should have. Especially since its been more than a year since I've updated any of my stories. But I wanted to start this one because I heard a song and couldn't get rid of the idea for this fic. This will be my first Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro fic, so please be nice! I also started on a One-Shot for Inuyasha. That will be along soon enough but for now, just enjoy this one please!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MAJIN TANTEI NOUGAMI NEURO.

CHAPTER 1

Yako sighed as she walked towards the office that day. No doubt she would be punished for being late...AGAIN. But it wasn't something she could help. After the two years that she had put up with her literally, demonic boss, she couldn't help but sigh as she thought of where her life would take her. School was especially grating on her nerves but it was something that she had to deal with. Neuro had suggested, (more like threatened) that she quit school so that she could become a full-time detective. She snorted at the thought, (not while he was around though) and couldn't imagine her life without her high school's delicious lunches. There was no way that Neuro would let her take a lunch break, but he wanted her to starve so that he could eat the precious mysteries that made up his strange diet. Hmph, and he called her a fat ass...

Yako sighed again. She couldn't help but feel that way. She thought of the impending punishment that would undoubtedly come her way when she opened the door to the office. She wondered if Godai would let her borrow the car so that she could drive to the office now that she had her license. But she instantly pushed the thought out of her mind. There was no way that Godai would let her borrow his precious car, especially after the many times that Neuro literally destroyed every one he could get his hands on. Her feet were killing her. Don't get her wrong, she would rather get the office slower, rather than quicker. She knew that she would be late anyway. Even if she wasn't, Neuro would cheat and move the hand on the clock in the office forward so that it would appear that she was late.

The problem was a new policy at her school. All senior students had to take some form of dance at the end of the day in order to graduate. She couldn't figure out for the life of her, why the hell they had to learn to dance. For one thing, it went passed the time students were to be released from school. Secondly, there were plenty of seniors that had jobs after school. Including her. So that's why as she dragged her aching feet to the office, she, not so silently, cursed the school board, and the word dancing with all her might.

When she finally got there, she had received, as expected, a punishment for being late. She didn't know why, but Neuro seemed to favor putting her in any type of complicated head or arm lock lately. Bastard.

"Slave, I'm tired of you being late. You are even growing so bold as to be later than usual." Neuro removed his glove and showed her the evil talons that would strike fear into anyone's heart. "Do you like when I punish you, slave?" He said in his deep intimidating voice with an evil grin and his green eyes glowing in the eerie way that they do.

Yako backed up a little before Neuro grabbed her by the head with his ungloved hand. He squeezed it some, just so she could get the message before dropping her roughly on the floor. Yako sat up and rubbed her sore behind.

"It's not my fault! They have a new policy at school saying that we have to take a form of dance or we won't graduate! I need to graduate so that I can get a good job later on in life you know!"

Neuro looked at her with his crazy grin, and said "Is my slave yelling at her master?"

Yako instantly got quiet, and then stood up to sit on the couch.

"Neuro, you know I need to pass school. Its bad enough that I can't get enough study time with you dragging me everywhere for mysteries."

"I told you that you should quit school anyway. Don't make excuses for your un-evolved brain, louse."

Yako sighed and didn't say anymore on the subject. She went to her desk and began to look for mysteries for him. It wouldn't do at all for him to get hungry and punish her again, so she just sat there and worked until it was time for her to leave.

After school the next day, Yako went to the dance class that she was required to attend. At least they were able to pick the style of dance that they wanted. She had let her hair grow long and it settled on her back, so she usually had hair ties or scrunchies on her at all times.

There were a couple of problems with the dance classes though. Unfortunately for her, a lot of her fellow seniors had filled up the spots in the dance classes that she would have went for. There was, however, one class that none of her peers had gone to. It was an American Street Dancing Class. Of course they didn't want to go to that class. They wanted something that they were familiar with. But she had the honor of being the only student who would take the class. It was better than nothing, and the teacher wasn't bad at all. In fact, the teacher was just a year older than she was. Alexis was her name, and she was really a kid at heart. She was funny, perverted, kind, loyal almost to a fault, and she had some many other quirks that Yako liked about her. She was born in America, but moved to Japan with her two best friends. She was Black, an uncommon sight in Japan for sure but Yako believe Japan, no, the world needed more people like her. She was tan and stood at 5'9 with long black hair and blue eyes. She didn't know where the eyes came from, and neither did Alexis.

"Yako! So good to see you. How was school today?" She asked, stepping out of her office with jean shorts and a white T-shirt that was rolled up in the back to give her lower back some cool air and showing off her toned belly.

"Dreadful as usual, well except for lunch. That will always be the highlight of the day."

Alexis laughed and agreed with her. As it turned out, Alexis was like Yako when it came to her appetite, and she was also good at reading people's emotions. Yako had the feeling that she was somewhat of a psychic too, as she always felt a lingering dread before she turned on the radio on some days. Wouldn't you know it that every time she did, there would be news of a murder or crime, and Yako would take that information back to Neuro when she got to the office. Neuro rarely watched television and he didn't have a radio, so he was somewhat pleased when Yako brought the news of new mysteries.

"Now Yako, before we begin a new dance, I will highlight your performance in everything that we have done for the passed three months. You've definitely taken well to the more physical dance styles, and you are making excellent progress throughout everything else we've done. You're still a little skittish when it comes to the more intimate dance styles but you're definitely improving. All in all, I'd have to say you're a model student, and to keep up the good work. She said this with a smile, putting Yako at ease. She honestly thought she was horrible at dancing but if she thought she was doing well, then it was fine with her. While she liked to fool around, she was also serious when it came to her job and business. Her optimistic attitude made learning fun, and that's what she liked about the class.

Yako nodded as she remembered how difficult some of the dances were. She could honestly say that she owed Neuro's for his constant abuse, because if not for him always keeping her on her toes and moving, she'd have failed this class a long time ago. Some dances needed a lot of strength and required her to constantly moving her body around and sometimes it threatened to dislocate her arms a few times. But it was great exercise, and strengthened her body so that it was able to perform better and have better resistance.

"Today we will be learning how to grind our hips. I don't have to explain what that is, by the red on your face," Alexis said with a perverted grin. Yako blushed furiously, but then steeled her frazzled nerves and calmed herself down. It wasn't like she was going to be grinding on anyone anytime soon or at all for that matter, so there was no need to be embarrassed she thought as she gave herself a pep talk. She nodded and waited for Alexis to continue.

"We will do that for a half-hour, its so easy that we'll be done with that today. Then for the rest of the hour we have together, we'll do some leg exercises to help keep your balance for certain dance styles."

Yako nodded and then began her lesson with the grinding technique. Alexis was right, it was easy. All it really was was twisting your hips in a certain way. When Alexis was sure that Yako had it down, she tested her by telling her to grind to a fast song. It was perfect because it kept her muscles warm so that she could move even easier.

Before Yako did, however, she went to her phone and saw that Akane was there. No doubt Neuro sent her to keep an eye on me, she thought.

"Akane-chan," Yako whispered, "please don't accept any calls from Neuro. I know that he won't be happy, but I can't afford any distractions."

The braid nodded, although reluctantly. Yako whispered her tanks and left to take her test. While the music began to play, the door opened, and a familiar young man with a green jacket and small video camera hid quickly behind the large conveniently placed stereo that stood way taller than he did, and having the perfect angle to view the dance floor that Yako was currently starting her dance on.

Higuchi Yuuya knew that this was wrong. He was in the police for God's sake. But he couldn't resist spying on the beautiful detective he met years ago. He began to record her dance, quietly hissing to himself as he saw her twist her hips seductively. It was like she was dancing just for him. He knew that it was wrong to record her without permission, but then, since he was in the police, he knew a few loop holes. He asked to record her for a documentary and had put it in writing. She agreed, seeing as he was a good friend and a genius when it came to technology. She had no idea just what kind of documentary he was making. He didn't say that it was for him, and he didn't mention the fact that it wouldn't ever be on TV either.

His mouth watered as he saw her dip low to the ground and began to grind slowly in her crouched position. He felt heat overcome him and his eyes were clouded over with lust. He wanted her. He needed to have her. He was tired of watching her from afar, and he knew that his obsession with her was unhealthy, but he didn't care. Not only did her body attract him, but her kindness and the way it chipped at criminals' hearts, breaking them down and forcing them to confess to their deeds. She bared their souls to the world so that they could be saved. She had even done so with him when he guarded the supercomputer in the HAL Incident. He loved her because she had found a way to finally lift the guilt over his parent's death off of his soul. He, the Computer Junkie, didn't deserve her kindness, but she gave it to him anyway, and he wanted her even more for it.

Lost in his recording and musings, the computer genius failed to realize that he was also being recorded, by a demon's secretary.

Akane sat there bored as she watched the detective dance. She knew how important her schooling was so she had agreed to her request not to answer Neuro's calls. Although Yako knew that it would get herself into trouble with the demon, she put that aside for her education.

Akane admired Yako for that. She always stayed strong, but that did not mean she was without weakness too. Yako had the strength to be strong, but also the strength to be weak and show when she needed support. It was just the kind of person she was.

Akane was brought out of her musings when the door opened silently and the familiar figure of Higuchi Yuuya slithered through the door way, and hid behind a large stereo. What could he be doing there, and why was he hiding? She got her answer when Higuchi pulled out a video camera and began to record the detective dancing. Akane was confused until she saw the haze of lust in his eyes and the perverted grin that lingered on his lips. She was appalled. He was recording her for his own perverted gain. Her musings were interrupted when she heard a low hiss escape his lips. Too low for the to women on the dance floor, but loud enough that Akane could hear it. She couldn't let this go on. The braid slowly opened the phone she was attached to, and thanked God that the phone had a camera on it. She moved the phone into a good position to record Higuchi taping Yako. Then, she hit the record button.

BluInu: Well well, look turned out to be a big pervert!

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