Yako's Secret
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Yako's Secret
AN: This is a fanfiction for Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro. Most of you probably don't recognize the name this is posted under. This is the name I commonly use for my more adult/mature storylines. I've written probably 100 lemons since I started writing at sixteen, but this is the ONLY one I've ever gotten around to posting. I hope you enjoy this first story. Depending on the response, depends on if any other's ever magically appear here...
Disclaimer: Evidentially, I forgot this >.> I'll try not to again. I don't own MTNN, nor anything related to this. I'm not making money off of it, so don't sue me because I'm dismally poor.
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Yako's Secret
By: Chibi-no-oneesan
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Prologue: Himitsu
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It started two years ago. The realization that every time Neuro got that particularly sadistic look on his face, that look he always got just prior to sending her head slamming into the wall, she felt a peculiar sensation. A twinge of excitement, anticipation. She'd begun preaching to herself that she wasn't a pervert, that that itch she felt wasn't arousal. She didn't enjoy getting hurt by him. It simply wasn't possible. In the beginning, she'd anticipated the pain, but it was dread, not excitement. She didn't enjoy getting hurt by him at first. So why had she realized that two years ago, she was beginning to feel pleasure from the pain?
Logic, or perhaps denial, swore up and down that something in her brain had simply snapped and she had finally gone insane. Yet, the fact remained that at some point in the five years since she'd known the demon, she'd developed very masochistic tendencies. She'd intentionally wait until she was two minutes late to walk through the office door, she'd say things that were intentionally stupid, just to feel the pain. Just so he would do something to hurt her.
Of course, she'd told no one of this not too particularly recent turn of events. She'd kept it a secret for two out of the five years she'd worked with Neuro. She had managed to put up a convincing enough front so that no one could figure out that she had begun enjoying the pain he inflicted upon her. Neuro may or may not be tickled pink about this news, but it would label her a freak. Someone not normal. After all, normal people didn't enjoy pain. Things like fantasizing about being struck were taboo. Strange. Perverted.
However, as is the case in most circumstances in her life, circumstance would conspire against her. Even now, she felt the clock of her impending doom ticking away. This case they were currently working didn't help. A woman had been poisoned at her place of business, which is where they currently stood. This building, this business which she stood in was a fetish club.
Neuro stood slightly behind her, an inhumanly tight grip on her fragile human skull, listening with one ear to the case being presented to them and the other ear turned to the screams of the people inside the building. Neuro looked particularly comfortable in this situation, as though those pained human screams was a particularly pleasant form of music to his demonic ears.
For all she knew it was.
This building, this fetish club, where the victim of the gruesome murder had been working on the night of her death, was where sadists and masochists who relished in the master/slave relationship came to release those taboo urges. People who enjoyed hitting others as well as those who enjoyed being hit. People like her. A shiver worked it's way up her spine.
Neuro was particularly intrigued by this situation. He didn't understand what a 'fetish club' was exactly, but he did understand that torture of one kind or another was being applied to humans here. A wicked idea creaped into his twisted brain. “Sensei could go under-cover as an employee...” He volunteered, figuring it would be an extremely unpleasant task for her. She did nothing but complain when he offered the only form of affection a demon could. “She's especially good at taking pain.” He smiled a bit, turning his gaze towards her, expecting, even anticipating the objections. Instead, he was surprised to find faint interest in her slightly glazed gray eyes.
Godai looked at Neuro, shocked that he'd even suggest something like that. “She's just a kid, you bastard! You'd stick her in a place like this-”
Yako interrupted them both, annoyed. “It's fine, Godai-san.” She said calmly. She met Neuro's gaze, seeing his pupils slightly dilated in his shock. “As Neuro said, I've gotten rather good at taking pain.” I've even grown to enjoy it, she thought wryly before continued. “Besides, if I say no, Neuro'll just twist my arm...” A shiver of anticipation worked it's way up her spine. She looked at the madam, offering her hand and smiling slightly. “I'll be sure to be indiscreet. No one will know I'm working undercover.”
The madam, Sayuri-sama smiled and her eyes widened. Like recognized like, after all. “Come, Katsuragi-san, this conversation will be concluded in private.” She placed a hand between her shoulder blades and gestured towards the office with her other hand. Then, she followed Yako inside. Before closing the door, she addressed the two dumbstruck males. “She'll contact you after our conversation. You may leave.”
“Sayuri-sama-” Godai objected, moments before the door was closed in his face. He whirled on Neuro. “You bastard! How could you just stick her in a situation...like...that...” His voice trailed off when he saw the confused shock on Neuro's face and knew the demon expected her to object, at which point he would have forced the issue. Neuro was quite obviously more confused that he, himself was, about why she'd acquiesced so easily.
Neuro shook off the odd sensation, deciding to grill his slave about it later. “Come along, slave number two. We will inquire about her first day of work later.” He said calmly walking out the front door, pretending that his mind wasn't in an uproar.
Inside the room, Sayuri and Yako took two over-stuffed arm chairs, and the younger girl watched while the madam poured some tea. She was a beautiful, graceful woman, with slender wrists, perfectly straight black hair and wide hazel eyes. The woman passed her a cup of tea, smiling at her. “How long have you enjoyed being struck, Katsuragi-san?” She asked casually, smiling broader at the dark blush that covered the girls face. It was two parts shame, one part excitement. Yes, someone new to this world for certain.
“I've known for two years...I've been hiding it for that long.” She admitted. “My assistant...Neuro...isn't a particularly gentle soul...” She saw understanding on the woman's face and blushed, hiding her face. “He's been throwing me around for five years and I noticed that I was...anticipating the pain, it excited me...and I enjoyed it.” She shuddered slightly, feeling warmth pooling between her legs, just from thinking about it. This was a rather liberating conversation. It was the first time she'd spoken these things aloud. “I haven't told anyone...I think Neuro would stop if he knew...Godai-san would be disturbed. Who knows what the other people I know would say...” She turned her cup, sipping the tea. “In order to keep the peace, or at least our version of it, I've kept my silence...”
The woman sipped her tea, nodding. “I've heard similar stories frequently. It's not as uncommon as you might think.” She gave her a smile, setting her cup on the saucer. “I presume you'd like some anonymity here. You could wear a wig, some make-up, but I think you're mentally prepared for what to expect. You've been a submissive for five years, after all...” Sayuri tilted her head, tapping her chin lightly. “I think we'll call you Hikari, as well.” She stood. “Come, Hikaru-chan. We'll get you costumed properly and prepared for your first day of work.” She noticed a bit of hesitation on the girl's face and tilted her head to the side again. “Something wrong?”
Yako blushed, standing slowly. “There's no...sex involved, right? I'm...a virgin...I've never...”
The woman turned towards her, smiling gently. “If you do not wish to have sex with a client, even the most domineering must obey you if you say stop. They are purchasing your pain, not your body. Every moment that they spend with you, remember, you are the one in control. You must not give that up. If any client continues dominating after you've said your safety word, you press the little red button in your room, and security will escort that client from the premises. Permanently.”
Yako smiled faintly, brushing her hair back. “I think I'll enjoy working here.”
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AN: Sorry for how short this is. Originally it was part of Chapter 1, but I changed my mind. So...I've written quite a long drabble for this which I'm finally flushing out into a story. Unfortunately, due to some of the VERY adult content. *Cough* I am rather embarrassed about this, but it's by no means my first lemon. I'm planning on four or five chapters, but it might wind up longer (depends on if I want to go off the “BDSM” deep end...). I haven't decided yet. Anyways, please tell me what you think...
Disclaimer: Evidentially, I forgot this >.> I'll try not to again. I don't own MTNN, nor anything related to this. I'm not making money off of it, so don't sue me because I'm dismally poor.
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Yako's Secret
By: Chibi-no-oneesan
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Prologue: Himitsu
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It started two years ago. The realization that every time Neuro got that particularly sadistic look on his face, that look he always got just prior to sending her head slamming into the wall, she felt a peculiar sensation. A twinge of excitement, anticipation. She'd begun preaching to herself that she wasn't a pervert, that that itch she felt wasn't arousal. She didn't enjoy getting hurt by him. It simply wasn't possible. In the beginning, she'd anticipated the pain, but it was dread, not excitement. She didn't enjoy getting hurt by him at first. So why had she realized that two years ago, she was beginning to feel pleasure from the pain?
Logic, or perhaps denial, swore up and down that something in her brain had simply snapped and she had finally gone insane. Yet, the fact remained that at some point in the five years since she'd known the demon, she'd developed very masochistic tendencies. She'd intentionally wait until she was two minutes late to walk through the office door, she'd say things that were intentionally stupid, just to feel the pain. Just so he would do something to hurt her.
Of course, she'd told no one of this not too particularly recent turn of events. She'd kept it a secret for two out of the five years she'd worked with Neuro. She had managed to put up a convincing enough front so that no one could figure out that she had begun enjoying the pain he inflicted upon her. Neuro may or may not be tickled pink about this news, but it would label her a freak. Someone not normal. After all, normal people didn't enjoy pain. Things like fantasizing about being struck were taboo. Strange. Perverted.
However, as is the case in most circumstances in her life, circumstance would conspire against her. Even now, she felt the clock of her impending doom ticking away. This case they were currently working didn't help. A woman had been poisoned at her place of business, which is where they currently stood. This building, this business which she stood in was a fetish club.
Neuro stood slightly behind her, an inhumanly tight grip on her fragile human skull, listening with one ear to the case being presented to them and the other ear turned to the screams of the people inside the building. Neuro looked particularly comfortable in this situation, as though those pained human screams was a particularly pleasant form of music to his demonic ears.
For all she knew it was.
This building, this fetish club, where the victim of the gruesome murder had been working on the night of her death, was where sadists and masochists who relished in the master/slave relationship came to release those taboo urges. People who enjoyed hitting others as well as those who enjoyed being hit. People like her. A shiver worked it's way up her spine.
Neuro was particularly intrigued by this situation. He didn't understand what a 'fetish club' was exactly, but he did understand that torture of one kind or another was being applied to humans here. A wicked idea creaped into his twisted brain. “Sensei could go under-cover as an employee...” He volunteered, figuring it would be an extremely unpleasant task for her. She did nothing but complain when he offered the only form of affection a demon could. “She's especially good at taking pain.” He smiled a bit, turning his gaze towards her, expecting, even anticipating the objections. Instead, he was surprised to find faint interest in her slightly glazed gray eyes.
Godai looked at Neuro, shocked that he'd even suggest something like that. “She's just a kid, you bastard! You'd stick her in a place like this-”
Yako interrupted them both, annoyed. “It's fine, Godai-san.” She said calmly. She met Neuro's gaze, seeing his pupils slightly dilated in his shock. “As Neuro said, I've gotten rather good at taking pain.” I've even grown to enjoy it, she thought wryly before continued. “Besides, if I say no, Neuro'll just twist my arm...” A shiver of anticipation worked it's way up her spine. She looked at the madam, offering her hand and smiling slightly. “I'll be sure to be indiscreet. No one will know I'm working undercover.”
The madam, Sayuri-sama smiled and her eyes widened. Like recognized like, after all. “Come, Katsuragi-san, this conversation will be concluded in private.” She placed a hand between her shoulder blades and gestured towards the office with her other hand. Then, she followed Yako inside. Before closing the door, she addressed the two dumbstruck males. “She'll contact you after our conversation. You may leave.”
“Sayuri-sama-” Godai objected, moments before the door was closed in his face. He whirled on Neuro. “You bastard! How could you just stick her in a situation...like...that...” His voice trailed off when he saw the confused shock on Neuro's face and knew the demon expected her to object, at which point he would have forced the issue. Neuro was quite obviously more confused that he, himself was, about why she'd acquiesced so easily.
Neuro shook off the odd sensation, deciding to grill his slave about it later. “Come along, slave number two. We will inquire about her first day of work later.” He said calmly walking out the front door, pretending that his mind wasn't in an uproar.
Inside the room, Sayuri and Yako took two over-stuffed arm chairs, and the younger girl watched while the madam poured some tea. She was a beautiful, graceful woman, with slender wrists, perfectly straight black hair and wide hazel eyes. The woman passed her a cup of tea, smiling at her. “How long have you enjoyed being struck, Katsuragi-san?” She asked casually, smiling broader at the dark blush that covered the girls face. It was two parts shame, one part excitement. Yes, someone new to this world for certain.
“I've known for two years...I've been hiding it for that long.” She admitted. “My assistant...Neuro...isn't a particularly gentle soul...” She saw understanding on the woman's face and blushed, hiding her face. “He's been throwing me around for five years and I noticed that I was...anticipating the pain, it excited me...and I enjoyed it.” She shuddered slightly, feeling warmth pooling between her legs, just from thinking about it. This was a rather liberating conversation. It was the first time she'd spoken these things aloud. “I haven't told anyone...I think Neuro would stop if he knew...Godai-san would be disturbed. Who knows what the other people I know would say...” She turned her cup, sipping the tea. “In order to keep the peace, or at least our version of it, I've kept my silence...”
The woman sipped her tea, nodding. “I've heard similar stories frequently. It's not as uncommon as you might think.” She gave her a smile, setting her cup on the saucer. “I presume you'd like some anonymity here. You could wear a wig, some make-up, but I think you're mentally prepared for what to expect. You've been a submissive for five years, after all...” Sayuri tilted her head, tapping her chin lightly. “I think we'll call you Hikari, as well.” She stood. “Come, Hikaru-chan. We'll get you costumed properly and prepared for your first day of work.” She noticed a bit of hesitation on the girl's face and tilted her head to the side again. “Something wrong?”
Yako blushed, standing slowly. “There's no...sex involved, right? I'm...a virgin...I've never...”
The woman turned towards her, smiling gently. “If you do not wish to have sex with a client, even the most domineering must obey you if you say stop. They are purchasing your pain, not your body. Every moment that they spend with you, remember, you are the one in control. You must not give that up. If any client continues dominating after you've said your safety word, you press the little red button in your room, and security will escort that client from the premises. Permanently.”
Yako smiled faintly, brushing her hair back. “I think I'll enjoy working here.”
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AN: Sorry for how short this is. Originally it was part of Chapter 1, but I changed my mind. So...I've written quite a long drabble for this which I'm finally flushing out into a story. Unfortunately, due to some of the VERY adult content. *Cough* I am rather embarrassed about this, but it's by no means my first lemon. I'm planning on four or five chapters, but it might wind up longer (depends on if I want to go off the “BDSM” deep end...). I haven't decided yet. Anyways, please tell me what you think...