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Someone requested another crossover meme, but -- why stick with just crossovers? Here's your chance to request things from any fandom you like -- especially if the fandom is small, obscure, or has no request type of meme available. Hopefully someone else will come along and fill it out, or someone else's request will spark something off in your head that you just have to write --
So here you go!
PAN-FANDOM FANWORKS MEME
Anon is on like always!
ETA: Sorry, link list's gone. Realizing it'd exceed the character limit.
So here you go!
PAN-FANDOM FANWORKS MEME
Anon is on like always!
ETA: Sorry, link list's gone. Realizing it'd exceed the character limit.
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(Anonymous) 2008-08-20 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)Character(s): Neuro, Yako, Godai, perhaps
Pairing(s, if any): None, please
Summary: For the first time, Neuro experiences the psychological and physical changes of Yako being on her period. Crying spells for no reason, angry outbursts, even more of an appetite must be included.
Preferred Rating: PG to PG-13
Preferred Medium: Fic
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(Anonymous) 2008-08-22 05:20 am (UTC)(link)also. Neuro's 778th weapon could possibly be this!Yako. only usable once a month, of course.
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Godai swung open the door to the detective agency, still chewing on his sandwich. Even better, he thought smugly, he came within five minutes. Even that freak, Neuro, couldn’t complain about that. After all, it was lunchtime, and he had been interrupted from his meal when Neuro had called.
“Godai, come down to the agency in ten minutes.” And that was all. No threats, no ‘I will tell you which of your food is poisoned,’ no nothing. Maybe Neuro had finally seen the light, and—
Fuck.
The entire agency was covered in boxes, trays, and bowls. There was Chinese, American, Mexican, Italian, and Greek take-out boxes, all empty, splayed across the room. Even the pot that was apparently been once filled to the brim with some soup or other was empty, and instead used as a trashcan. Cleaned bowls piled the corners, but by the munching sound, Godai could tell that someone was still consuming noodles.
He turned around to escape the horrific place that had once been his office.
“Leaving so soon?” Neuro stood at the doorway, his teeth glinting as always. Trapped.
“I guess it’s lunchtime for Yako, huh,” Godai said, reluctantly turning around, but still keeping an eye on a possible escape route. He hoped that Neuro hadn’t actually wanted to feed him to Yako or anything like that.
The possibility seemed more and more realistic.
“She seems to be eating more than usual,” Neuro said, backing away as another box was thrown towards his feet. “Another truck is coming.”
“You mean—“ Godai could barely imagine how many trips the truck had already made to bring food and empty garbage. He slightly shuddered. He really was going to be fed to that girl with the unnatural appetite. Fuck, he should have realized the real danger wasn’t in that demonic freak.
“Neuro.” Yako wobbled forward, sauce still around her face. Unable to place the bowl on the pile, she merely dropped it. “Neuro, have I ever told you that I liked you?”
Neuro used his claw hand to grip her head and turn her away. “She has been acting strangely,” he said, tossing her back into the trashpile. “It is strange.”
Understatement, Godai thought. The understatement of the year. Sweat dripped down his back.
“Neu-Neuro! Neuro, you—you—“ Yako began to sob wildly. Her eyes quickly became red-rimmed, and she dropped to the couch (which was also covered in empty take-out boxes) and gripped the edges, fat tears dropping from her face. “I can’t stand it! I can’t stand this! My father died, and I can’t see my friends anymore, and—“
Then she burst out wailing, rubbing at her eyes as tears continued to splatter on the floor.
“Ma-Maybe it’s her father’s death’s anniversary,” Godai said, backing away. “Or something.”
“It isn’t,” Neuro said, quizzically looking at Yako again. “I dislike this development. Perhaps I should set one of my tools—“ Godai felt his spine crawl at Neuro’s schemings.
“Hey, it’s just a girl,” Godai said, “She’s just crying.”
Another round of loud wailing. Neuro plugged his fingers into his ears, creepy smile still floating on his face eternally. “You are correct,” he said, “I should need not a tool to deal with Yako. She’s even lower than a cockroach.” And by the look that Neuro was giving him, Godai sensed that he was even lower than that.
“So,” Godai called over the loud weeping, “You called me here to find out what’s wrong with her?”
“W-waaaaaah!” Yako sobbed, hitting the couch desperately. “Whyy—whyyyy—whyyyyy—“.
“Actaully,” Neuro said, “I called you so that you could look after her while I go away for business.”
“AAAaaaAAaaaaaAAaaahh—“
“O-oi! Don’t leave me alone with her!” Godai was a smart guy. He knew that at the moment, Yako was more frightening than Neuro. He’d take his chances with being thrown and tortured rather than whatever Yako was doing. “Don’t you want to—look at psychological—of humans—and stuff--?” He should have read Freud.
Neuro paused. “It would be interesting,” Neuro said. “Very well. Go and interact with the subject.”
“Oi—oi—“
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(Anonymous) 2008-08-22 05:22 am (UTC)(link)“Au-augh!” Godai landed at Yako’s feet, but quickly clamored up. “So.” He wasn’t good with kids. Or girls. Or Yako. “Is that good?”
“Why do you care?” Yako snarled, holding her noodle bowl protectively towards her. Godai staggered back from the frightening aura.
“I don’t want it,” Godai said, holding up his hands. “You can eat it, if you want—“
“What?” she snapped, standing up. Her eyes seemed to glow red. “Are you saying it’s disgusting? Is that what you’re saying? Are you saying that I always eat disgusting food?”
“No, I’m not!” Godai held his hands in front of him protectively, unconsciously assuming a pose for defense in martial arts. “Go ahead! Eat all you want!”
“Eat all I want! Eat all I want?!” she snarled, hovering over him. It must certainly be his imagination, but her hair seemed to be turning into small snakes. “Are you saying I’m fat? Is that what you’re saying? Are you saying that I eat too much? That Fatty Yako eats too much?”
“Well, you’re not fat—“ Godai had no defense for the last part, though.
Her eyes suddenly turned watery. “Re-really . . . ?” She sniffed, still eating a candy bar while her tears rained down. Godai assumed a partial fetus position.
“It’s all right,” he tried to say awkwardly to the sobbing Yako.
“Lies!” she snarled, head snapping back quickly, still chewing on her food.
“I’m sorry! I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry!” Godai’s voice had assumed a very unmanly squeak. He held up his hands over his head and looked for Neuro for some saviourship.
“What? You’ve got a problem, too?” Yako snarled, staring at Neuro in the eyes. Godai felt a rush of expectation. Now would be the time that Neuro would pull out something evil and Neuro-y and finish her off. Not even this sort of weird Yako could withstand Neuro!
“I’ll be taking my leave,” Neuro said, turning around and exiting the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Wait—wait, don’t leave—“ Godai stretched his hand out helplessly. He ran away! He ran away! And left Godai with—with—
Yako hovered over him.
--
“I could not think of a suitable weapon at the time,” Neuro said, all innocent eyes. Godai, sitting on the couch, fresh from the hospital, only unhappily glared. Even worse, Yako did not seem to recall that she had acted any differently, and only muttered as she cleaned the remnants of the food from the room.
“Ahh, I wonder how Akane got covered with Chinese food,” Yako lamented, brushing the hair on the wall. “And the room’s so dirty, too.”
“If only,” Neuro said, blinking, “I could harness that Yako’s power.”
“That’s stu—“
Yako leaned over to Godai, reaching for the hair product on the table.
“I’m sorryI’msorryI’msorry!” Godai assumed a fetal pose, shielding himself from Yako.
“Did you do something to Godai?” Yako asked Neuro dryly.
“Nothing,” Neuro said, smiling, “that he could not withstand.”
“Anyway,” Godai said, trying to regain some of his masculinity by straightening out his clothes and clearing his throat away from his squeaky panic. “Did you ever find out what was wrong with Yako?”
“Yes.”
Godai waited patiently for the answer.
“Godai, it is now your responsibility to baby-sit Yako once a month.”
Godai felt himself tremble and he gripped the ends of the couch hard enough to hear something snap inside. He could feel his eyes bulge out and the sweat drip down his collar again.
“I don’t really need baby-sitting,” Yako said, turning around and smiling, “but it’ll be fun, won’t it?”
Later, when Yako questioned Neuro about why Godai ran out of the room screaming and driving his car fast enough down the street to start a small fire, Neuro would only blink and smile.