Original story below as promised.-

Might be confusing. I suggest you read the italics first and then go back and read the normal sentences.

Disclaimer: At this point I'm getting really tired of saying it. But the answer's still No.

Remember, this is an AU-ish fanfic. Don't like, don't read. Not connected to the College Horror-verse or Lovepotion-verse.
(If this story doesn't seem to connect at certain times, that's because I type the italics in first and then squeezed the other stuff in.)


There was a time when I didn't believe in daemons.

-The skies blazed overhead, with blood-red clouds strewn across the horizon.-

When blood and violence crime scenes were only on the television-

-Everything became black and red in that instant, his eyes wild as he laughed with glee.-

And flashing blue and red lights weren't a constant backdrop for my life.

-Smoke and fire everywhere. People ran screaming as he drew closer and closer.-

When I could walk to the grocery store without being mobbed by cameras crews

-She stepped forward to stop him, her mind made up not to let him hurt anyone else.-

And people far across the world in thousands of different countries didn't know my name.

-But then the world tilted, becoming black and white as she fell sideways to the ground.-

Sometimes I long for those days.

-Screams echoed throughout the killing ground.-

I was innocent then.

-He moved away from her fallen body, sparing her only the briefest of glances.-

Just a normal girl.

-When her body hit the ground, her eyes were still open.-

(Well, except for my stomach.)

-The police made a hasty retreat, believing their hero, their leader, was finally gone.-

But other than that, I was normal.

-But she was still alive somehow, even against the odds.-

I talked and laughed with my friends.

-Even though her heart beat out an irregular beat, weak and inconstant,-

Carefree. Happy. Not covered in bruises or scrapes.

-And her breathing was faint, so very faint.-

Not worrying about red boxes or daemon tools.

-It hurt to breathe, blood spurted from her everytime she did.-

Not anxious about sharp claws digging into my scalp.

-But she had to try, had to try to keep living, keep going.-

I was just a normal girl with a police officer for a dad.

-She knew though, that at the end of the day, she'd be gone.-

Back then, my biggest worry was food store closing times.

-And that would be the end of her.

But suddenly everything, everything(!), -my whole life as I knew it, changed.

-In the seemingly endless eternity she had been lying there, in the short, so very short, moments,-

Blood, a crime scene, a smiling murderer, a knife, my father's death.

-The skies had faded to black, the day turned to night.-

And that was the catalyst, the starting point for all the change.

-The shards of glass from the destroyed buildings shone from the reflection of the moon, like fallen stars.-

A daemon from Hell, intent on solving mysteries, chose me.

-The moon hung above, cold and silent.-

But why me? Why? I wasn't especially intelligent or brave.

-And then he came.-

I was just me. Average. Even after all this time, I've never understood-

-It's hard, so very hard, her vision flickered, but she struggled to keep her eyes open, so she could see...-

Neuro, the mind-eater. Neuro the daemon. Neuro and his horrible tortures.

-He stood there for a long time, looking down at her, clearly outlined by the light of the moon.-

But I remember that he left after solving my family's mystery like he promised.

-His eyes were hidden in darkness, his two-colored hair glowing.-

I was the one who said "It wouldn't be too bad... A detective's assistant." I did that.

-She told herself that now was the time.-

I'm the one who insisted on the change.

-She tried to work up her courage, clutching the remote in one hand.-

I am.

-She had never imagined it would come to this.-

Not Neuro.


So, everything that happened to me, in a way, is my fault, right?

-His eyes were unreadable and much the same as she had first known them.-

The friends lost, the bruises, the cuts, the blood...

-Green swirling orbs with impenetrable depths.-

I'm the one who kept moving on, even against odds.

-When Neuro became humanity's enemy years ago, she had still fought.-

But even so... my biggest regret-

-Even though it hurt her to the core, knowing she would have to be the one to k-.-

Even after all these years...

-She fights to keep her eyes open, to look into his eyes one final time.-


The blond girl, lying on the ground, looked deeply into his eyes and breathed a whisper.


It hurt to talk.

But she knew that what's soon to come would hurt more.


For her and for him.

She turned back to him and smiled one final smile knowingly.

"You aren't going to get to eat this mystery, Neuro."

Immediately, she punched the red button on the remote.

The last thing she sees is his face, tilted towards her, curious and amused yet somehow sadistic.

And then he's gone.

And so is she.

Yes, yes I know. Bad author for not updating her stories and instead mindlessly cranking our random one-shots.

I have no clue if this will become something more later. It's here, so read and enjoy. If it becomes something later, I guess that's that.

Depressing? Yeah, I guess. Anyway the reason this is the way it is, is because I ended up reading semi-depressing/tragic fanfics while I was bored. Right now I'm stuck on Chapter 7 of College Horror and Chapter 2 of The Issue with Love Potions and I've found that when I'm stuck, writing random one-shots help to generate unstuckness and help me go back and finish the update. So when I'm stuck with updating, you people are going to get swamped with random one-shots.

(Now that I'm thinking about it, I should not have made the words love potions in the title plural. There's only one love potion after all. Wow I'm stupid.)

Anyway. Random one shot and all, still please review! And try to write a fanfic for MTNN if you haven't done that already.

Thanks for reading!