I don't own these guys, obviously. And the girls, well, no, I don't own them either.

In case anybody is concerned, I'm not abandoning Today. This is just a meme that I'll be using when I want to do something short. The meme itself is kind of cute, but I really cheated on it ;; You're supposed to put your music player on shuffle, write a story with something to do with the song that gets picked, and then write only for the duration of the song. Well, this particular song is only a minute and a half long, so I cheated. It's a nice, quick, fun little meme, though, so please! Spread the love, if you so desire!

"Neuro," Yako gasps, "you mean you don't know how electricity works at all?" He casts her such a look of disdain that she almost gives up, but it's important! He just referred to 'little fairies in the walls'! If he ever hopes to blend in as a human like he wants (like he's using her for, a bitter, scowly part of her inserts), then he's at least going to have to learn some of the most basic things about life on the surface.

"Is my slave telling me that she knows better than I?" Neuro clamps his Iron Fingers of Death onto her head. It's all she can do to keep from giving in, but... come on! No way can he go much longer thinking fairies run the lights! ...Well, actually, knowing his stories of Hell, they very well might, back there. And they might even do it wearing red-hot little manacles, the way Neuro tells things, she reflects grimly.

"Nn," she pries his hand off gently, ignoring the way that his hand stays in hers, ignoring the heat she can feel through his glove, the heat of his body, the heat of him, "you're going to stick out like a sore thumb saying things like that!"

"Yeah," Godai shouts out from the couch, "a crazy sore thumb!"

Thirteen goose eggs on Godai's skull and a slightly bemused Neuro later, Yako's gotten him to agree to ask her about things he didn't have back in Hell. She has to stifle a sigh when he tries insisting that having an assistant unfamiliar with daily life is a customer draw.

"I read it on the internet, Yako," he had grinned at her, his teeth sharp and his eyes bright, "are you telling me to ignore that? Mystery attracts me, why not stupid humans who can't do anything for themselves?" Being unsure of how to break it to him that most things on the internet were lies, she decided to ask him where, exactly, he'd run into this interesting bit of business strategy.

The site he'd brought her to had almost made her faint: LIVE FOREIGN LOVE BRIDES!

"See," he said, practically purring with pleasure at his cleverness, "you need to pay better attention to your world, Slave Number One. It says right here, written by humans themselves, 'these exotic, mysterious women will arouse your curiosity... and other things!' Of course, that refers to credit cards, which means you," he had paused to grind his fists into her cheeks, "can eat as much as your piggish heart desires!"

Ignoring LIVE FOREIGN LOVE BRIDES! is no easy task, but for Neuro's sake, Yako does it. The only question is, how was he going to make her pay for forcing him to ask her things?

She finds out the next morning when she cracks opened an egg for breakfast and is met with a glassy, bug-eyed stare.

The neighbors call the police at the volume of her scream, and it takes a lot of time, energy, and apologizing to convince Sasazuka and Ishigaki that she's fine, that she just saw something that freaked her out.

Yako's sure she hears snickering on her ceiling just as their car pulls away, but she decides to give Neuro his victories and goes to take a shower. Hopefully, he left that alone, at least.