Beep... Beep... Yako rolled over to the other side of her bed groped around until her fingers clasped around the vibrating phone. She flipped it open. The caller ID shone bright red and dripping with blood.

Yako tossed the phone to the other side of the room. "... Neuro... It's still two hours before the sun rises..."

She closed her eyes and slumped down. She heard a quiet click. She didn't even have to turn around. She sighed and got up. "I get it, Neuro, you tireless bastard." She plodded towards the bathroom. "Trust him to attach a mini-explosive-launcher on my phone."

Mini explosive launcher, you say?

Don't assume.

Behind her, a tiny silver ball was ejected out of the tiny muzzle of the gun. It slid under the bed. On tiny letters, 'poisonous gases' was written on the sphere.

Yako flipped another omelet and tossed it into her mouth. "Ninety-one! Ninety-two! Ninety... There's no more eggs left. I'm sure I had two hundred since yesterday. I only remember eating a small midnight snack..."

Yako sighed and sat down on the chair, spatula in hand. "Adult life is so hard... With my paycheck, I could afford a condo and a car, but... My appetite runs over a million yen like it's nothing. Now sometimes they pay me in food."

Yako tossed the spatula over her shoulder. "Not enough! A twenty-one-year-old would starve on this! I'm hungry~! But payday is tomorrow... And I'm broke."

She knew that her fridge was empty. The mail box was also empty. Ever since Godai was assigned to her bills, all the envelopes disappeared and she just received a weekly sum to spend at her leisure.

That weekly sum never lasted long. "Even when I buy the cheapest foods, like eggs and bread..."

Yako got up and grabbed her jacket. "Well, no use being lazy. Neuro's waiting to kick my butt."

She walked to her door, slipped into a pair of black flats, opened the door, and nearly tripped over a neatly wrapped box on her doorstep. Yako jumped over it at the last second to avoid smashing it to pieces and landed in her bush, thorns stinging her hands, which were not covered by cloth.

Yako pulled herself up and stumbled over to the box, setting her bag back down inside. "My reflexes are faster... Now that Neuro has come back to test them." She picked up the box and sniffed.

Lemons and cream!

"Cake! Is it from a fan? T-thank you, whoever you are! At such a good time, too." Yako danced her way back into her home, the prospect of food brightening her up.

Neuro tapped his nails on his desk lightly. If he had his way the entire thing would be pulverized to dust by now but it was new and he had to show composure or Yako point that out as a fault.

Silly maggot. Demons as powerful as I have not a fault.

Except being extremely violent, cold, calculating, and the lack of a proper conscience. And arrogance, lack of humility, etc. And sadistic personalities. And sometimes insensitive to feelings. And maybe forgetful of other's fragility. Tch. Not important. Those aren't even faults... Just some effects of a healthy pride and the downfalls of extreme strength and power.

Not faults at the slightest.

Akane wrote something on her board and flailed around a bit before straightforwardly pointing down with the tip of her braid. Neuro looked down, to where she was pointing frantically. There were five deep gouges in the table. Neuro shifted some papers over and put on his poker face, eyes wide open and blank.

The door slid open.

A strand of blonde hair entered the room.

Neuro was there in an instant, his hand reaching over to grab Yako's neck, lifting her up three feet. "Katsuragi, you are late for almost half an hour. Would you like to see how hell is like, you impudent..."

Yako smiled down at him and kissed him on the nose. "Neuro! You're wearing the same outfit as me today, it must be fate!" They were both wearing white collared shirts and a blue skirt/blue pair of pants.

Neuro zipped back to his chair. Yako blinked. Neuro was no longer holding her up, but was sitting back in his chair. She crumpled to the ground. She got up again, dropping her bag on the floor.

Neuro pointed to the chart that outlined uniforms: no pink, yellow, or any bright colors, only white blouses and blue pants when on office duty. "Of course we would be wearing the same colored clothes. Have you lost the little nuetron you call a brain, Yako... Or..."

Neuro lifted his nose up in the air and breathed in. "This smell..."

Yako twirled around at the entrance and kissed Akane on the tip of her hair, brushing her and tying her up again with a pink ribbon. "I love you, Akane!" She practically radiated love-shaped bubbles and emoticons. Neuro's eyes narrowed. Akane fidgeted and the hair in the braid turned a bright red.

Neuro shifted forwards, his hands cupping his face. "Yako, tell me, did you eat anything irregular today? Anything that arrived mysteriously or appeared in your cupboards?"

Yako turned to him and lifted a finger, tapping her cheek. "I did... Eat this cake that someone sent me."

Neuro sighed. "Only you the gluttonous pig would fall for such an overused trick."

Yako walked over to him. "Neuro, you're so cruel!"

"The cake was a lemon one, but it also was sort of sickly sweet and clotting after the sourness goes away."

"Yeah, that's exactly it! How did you know?" Yako leaned closer, picking up the papers and shuffling them.

"Those are the exact characteristics of the Demonic Tool 'Love'." Neuro watched as she arranged the papers absently. "You kissed me on the nose. It was more than enough to confirm it. The lemony-limey stink of you will never be gone as long as I live now, you germ-festering human."

Yako set the stack of papers down and kissed Neuro right on the lips.

She leaned back, laughing. Paper swirling all over the place. Neuro had his poker face on, his eyes wide and purposefully blank. But his eyes returned to normal when Yako's back was turned. "What impudence..."

He stood up and pushed on Yako's back. When she turned around, surprised, he picked her up by the collar, walked over to the entrance, and opened the door with his foot. He pushed her out into the hallway unceremoniously and handed her an envelope.

"The Demonic Tool Love is relatively weak. I have taught your subconscious to fight against this type of control over and over again. Try to get back your real self, Yako, with out my help and while you're at it, hand this to Higuchi." With that, Neuro shut the door closed.

He turned to Akane. The braid was swaying to and fro, too excited to write or perform coherent sign language. She was scribbling hearts on her whiteboard. Neuro walked back to his chair and sat back down.

"Yako is still in the back of her mind. The Love tool has taken over, but that will weaken as she fights to get out. She'll get out soon."

Akane scribbled on her board with a marker. How do you know?

"She was arranging the papers and requests... In chronological order. I arrange it in potential of a meal. She saw it in that order and her body put it in her preferred order."

Akane nodded her braid in acknowledgement and tossed her marker to the side, and started to type up reports for the police.

"Everything should be back to normal by tomorrow."

...Normal...

Neuro's hand twitched.

A warm breath puffed against his cold lips and penetrated them.

The table crumpled and collapsed, ashes spiraling into the air.

Ah... Whatever. Neuro didn't really like the shade, anyway. The shade was just a little too light of a red, and a little too reflective.

Blood red? Hardly.

Not even close.

Alright, this is the first chapter! This fanfiction would be of a medium length, at least, I hope it would make it to a moderately readable length.

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