Hey there everyone, this is another fanfic I made of a funny comic I read before was taken off the Internet. I was originally gonna use this plot for a Naruto fic but I thought Yako and Neuro could pull it off better.
Mournful cries were a common serenade to Yako Katsuragi's ears. Ever since her father was mysteriously murdered that was all she heard in her once chaotic home. The laughter that belonged to her father telling her mother that her cooking was unnecessary (without straight out telling her it is terrible) still rang in her ears.
Yako felt a large hand touches her shoulder, it was investigator Sasazuka Eishi. Yako bid him a tearful hello.
"Sasazuka-san…I didn't know you were here." Yako studied the man; Sasazuka Eishi was one of the police investigators on Yako's case. His shaggy silver hair was drenched as the rainfall pelted all head and umbrellas that were outside. The investigator moved his wet hair from over his eyes; as much as Yako hated the sight of eye bags on anyone he made them work. As a plus the bags reassured her that he was doing everything he could to solve her fathers case.
"I came to see if you were alright…your mom told me you were not eating well." The cold feeling Yako felt at the start of the funeral was temporarily lifted as the man spoke his concern. Ever since he was put on this case he always seemed to be worried about her. This made the late teenager quite happy.
"-ko…Yako." Sasazuka called to Yako.
"Eh…sorry, I guess I was thinking to deeply." Yako reassured the older mans worried look.
"Don't think to hard, leave all the thinking to me. I will find who murdered your father." The officer looked at his wristwatch and sighed gloomily. " I got to go, do you want a ride home Yako?" Said girl looked at the thinning group around her father's grave, her mother was on her knees crying again, she smiled sadly.
"Nah, I think I'll walk, better to walk off the bad feelings."
"Fine," Sasazuka paused to light a cigarette as the rain lifted. "Just don't catch a cold." Yako let out a sound that was supposed to be a giggle.
"Thank you for worrying about me Sasazuka-san, but as they say…idiots can not catch colds." Sasazuka nodded in response and walked back to his car, Yako waved good bye as he disappeared around a corner; immediately after, her waving hand dropped to her side, the small smile she planted on her lips fell.
'How boring.' Yako tilted her head to look up at whoever spoke to her. No one.
'Oh? Did you hear me?' Yako unconsciously nodded her head and looked around her for the person talking. By now most of the people left, her father was in the ground; her mother was hugging the tombstone.
"Is someone there?" Yako looked around her bleak surroundings, just willow trees and tombstones. Who was talking?
'Of course you would not see me you dishrag, I am still in your head.'
Yako suddenly reflectively put her hands to her head as a painful pulsing started.
"W-what is this feeling?" Yako let out a grunt of pain as her head pulsed with a feeling she could only describe as her head splitting in two. Refusing to scream so she did not alert her mother she bit her lip and squeezed her honey brown eyes shut.
'What…no scream Yako, how dull. I want to her your scream.' The mysterious mans voice commanded from within Yako's mind as another wave of pain was created. Now as one wave over came Yako and left, another came; the head splitting sensation growing stronger. And then…
Crack
Yako let a whimper of pain pass her pale pink lips.
Crack
'Ha ha ha. What a pathetic sound you rag!' The voice snickered as Yako fell to the muddy ground.
Crack
Slowly, out of what little strength she had left Yako opened one eye to her now blurry vision. One large leather shoe followed bye an annoyed grunt. It did not come from inside her head that time.
Crack
Another cracking noise made Yako flinch, cautiously looked up. A tall, muscular man was lifting a long leg out of a crack that appeared out of no where. As the pain subsided in her head she brushed rain soaked light brown hair out of her eyes to see the odd man. Still half lying on the wet ground seventeen year old Yako starred up at a man that brushed invisible dirt off his blue suit with gloved hands. The crack in the air seemed to sew itself back together as all pain in Yako's skull ceased. Left alone now with the unusual man and her mother far away, walking to her car to wait for her daughter, she studied him. He had blond hair with bangs that were purple-black. His face was not too thin and carried demonically glowing; green eyes with well shaped lips. He starred down at Yako with a mischievous grin that showed his pointed teeth.
"W-who are you?" She asked.
"I am Nogami Neuro, your imaginary friend." Neuro introduced himself arrogantly.
"M-my wha?…" Yako stuttered after a long, awkward pause.
"Tsk, tsk, Yako, I know you heard me loud and clear. Listen while your superiors speak cockroach!" Neuro ruffle picked her up by the head; she could feel the neck bone pop as he took her at least a foot or more off the ground.
"What is it…that you need to tell me?" Yako asked warily.
"I know who killed that pathetic chunk of meat you called daddy!" He grinned, showing his pointed teeth again.
Yako shivered at the thought of her father and how this man-imaginary friend- Neuro knows what happened to him.
"How?" She asked out of hopeful curiosity. Neuro chuckled in his now familiar baritone voice.
"As a being of the mind," He squeezed Yako's head even harder for emphasis. " I see everything that surrounds you, not just physically, but mentally and figuratively. I saw what happened the night your fathers blood painted the walls of that home office of his!" Yako felt Neuro's warm breath on her face, their foreheads now touching and Neuro slightly drooling at the thought of the violent seen he described. Yako squirmed and looked into his glowing green eyes and discovered patterns in his irises. Taking a gulp of air Yako moved her much smaller hands to the ones clutching her head like he wanted it to cave in.
"Ok…I trust you." Neuro gave a twisted grin as he set her down to her feet.
"Perfect." What the hell has Yako gotten herself into?
At home the Katsuragi child let out a long sigh and lay on her bed. She let out a small screech of aggravation. Neuro on the other hand…
" Why are you on my ceiling?" Yako mumbled through her pillow without looking up. She got no answer, so she decided she would ask something that has bugged her ever since the two met.
" Hey Neuro…if you're my imaginary friend…why are you so…?" The girl trailed off. Again, no answer, Yako groaned in annoyance. She came to the conclusion that maybe he did not hear her pillow talk so she sat up swiftly.
"What do you want flea?" Neuro asked with a scowl, honey eye widened and the owner let out a shout when she realized the upside-down man was only a few inches from her face.
"Gyah, Why are you so close?" She asked annoyed as she shifted to lean on her beds head bored, a good ten inches from her 'friend'.
"…The answer to your questions: because I can!" He said as he spun around on the ceiling, leaving footprints.
"Neuro will you get down, you're getting mud on the ceiling!" Neuro's creator pleaded.
" Do not order me around you filth!" Neuro said suddenly serious. He pointed to Yako in defiance; she huffed in agitation.
" Aren't you suppose to be my 'Imaginary Friend'? Doesn't that mean you belong to me, like I control you?…Not the other way around."
"Ha ha! That is where you are wrong little mud puddle." Said mud puddle sweat dropped at the assortment of names he has been calling her. Shaking her head at the mans antics Yako turned away to see the time, school was tomorrow and she needed to sleep.
Neuro's hands slapped themselves on either side of her face and forced to look at him.
"Look at my when I talk to you Yako." The demonic friend said in a low, threatening voice.
" I am about to explain how I came out of the pea sized brain of yours." He said as his eyes went from a raging green glow to a dull one. The creator nodded obediently dazed from the hard pressure on her head again.
" Now, when something significant happens to a humans life, like the death of a family member. A human feels emotions such as despair and guilt. On some rare occasions when the emotions are so strong in their simple heads the emotions gather into the left side of the brain. This is where the imagination and other creative outlets reside. The emotions combine into a form that is descriptive of the feelings the person felt."
The schoolgirl stared wondrously at her imaginary friends' knowledge. Although it is to be expected he knows how he is born. She continued to listen to the rest of the explanation, not skipping a syllable of Neuro's deep voice.
"…Once the emotions have crafted into an image it is called an imaginary friend. I am called this because before I come out of my creators' head said creator would see an apparition of the friend. And if you are wondering this is why you see children talk to themselves so much."
Suddenly the pacing on the ceiling stops and the blonde turns to his maker, the ceiling was now painted with a dark row of mud and he wanted to see her reaction. The Katsuragi child blinked then continued to stare at him with wide honey eyes. She was so simple to impress that the monster wanted to laugh in satisfaction. Yet, the only motion he made was to bring his upside-down body to Yako and grin with his sinister teeth showing.
Still amazed and processing new information in her head she did not notice Neuro snaking his hands through her short hair with his gloved hands. She almost sighed at the soft touch until his grip became painful and she was flung to the ceiling above. Her back hit it with a painful thump.
"Enjoying this Dishrag?" The man asked in addition to her body as it started to fall. However, the grip of the comfortable gloves kept her feet three or so feet off the ground.
"What are you doing?" She exclaimed. The neck hairs stood straight, afraid to fall. Without any warning her body was turned so she faced the familiar glowing eyes. Why was he angry now?
"Now parasite tell me what I want to know. Tell me where you saw me."
"I…" Yako thought back the days before her fathers funeral, then to when she locked herself in her room, and then to the day her dad died. Between that time and now…Neuro's impatient growl interrupted her thoughts.
"Um…wait-I…" Squeezing her eye tight to think harder…
"I…I don't remember. No…I never saw you before now Neuro." The Maker said.
Without another word the demon's hands loosened around her head and she began to slip. Panic entered her eyes as she looked at his blank face.
"Wha-Wait Neuro, I'll fall!" The teenager attempted to grip his hand, but too late, Katsuragi feel to the hard wood floor with a violent thump. This was followed by a hurtful groan.
"Honey? Are you ok?" Her ignorant mother called from across the hall. The motherly concern was like cotton candy happiness, or a breath of fresh air from a teriyaki stand to her. It eased the throbbing in her head and filled the girls heart that her mom was slightly back to her old self expressing concern.
"I…I'm fine m-mom, I fell out of bed that's all!" She answered. In truth her body was lying in a crumpled heap with her head continuously emitting stinging throbs with warmth surrounding it.
Looking back up to the ceiling to yell at the man who did this she was shocked to see him, instead, standing over her with an expression that reminded her of a starving puppy.
"N-Neuro?" The throbbing got worse as she talked. Said monster took a step forward, Yako slide back a bit.
"Blood…"Neuro licked his lips.
Alrighty this is all of the chapter!