My first fiction for this section. I hope I have everyone in character to at least some extent; feedback on that would be much appreciated. The idea for the plot just came to mind one day...and is thus a bit random. I hope you find at least a bit amusing.

I stared at the screen and clenched my fist in anger. Perhaps Tokimeki Memorial and Bloody Bride ~Imadoki no Vampire~ were simply too easy. That was one of the options that I considered as solemnly watched the 'bad ending'.

"Well then." I sighed. "Perhaps it's time for a field trip."

The bell's ring resounded throughout the hallways, signifying the end of class time and the beginning of lunch. For many, this was a good sign; classes were half over, and they now had some free time to spend with their friends.

But for Keima, that was not the case. Now, he would have to deal with Elsie following him around, endlessly pestering him and interrupting what could have been more time for his games.

"Nii-sama!" the girl called out from behind him. Keima did not bother to stop, turn around, or even respond, knowing she would continue regardless. "Are you hungry? I made lunch for you today, again." Keima didn't respond to that either, for a slightly different reason.

The type of cuisine Elsie seemed inclined to make for him was quite literally Hellish and, from his own experiences, was generally not designed for human consumption. In any case, food was a lesser concern; better to just stay silent and focus on his game.

Without even looking ahead of him, Keima pushed aside the school building's doors that led to the outside, continuing to ignore Elsie's persistent attempts to get him to accept the box lunch she had made for him. She could at least wait until he had sat down; after all, how was he supposed to accept what she was giving him and continue to play games at the same time?

Making sure to save his game, Keima navigated out to his mail inbox and scanned through the mails. Most were praise, some were questions. Keima typed out responses as necessary, flying through the list until he reached a short message with a suspicious body.

Capturing God:
Please come to the theatre during lunch. I require your assistance.

Keima narrowed his eyes at the message. He would have discounted the message as pointless had it not been worded in such a way as to imply the sender was here at the school. The message was sent today, so now was the time of the request. It was also written in rather polite speech, making use of more honorifics than a normal person would use, which led him to discount a large majority of people as possible senders. Keima's mind ran through the possibilities.

"Huh? What's that?" Elsie remarked, and Keima suddenly realized that she was staring at the screen of his PFP over his shoulder.

He scrambled away. "Why are you interested so suddenly?" he demanded, perhaps more loudly than he ought to have. Composing himself, Keima continued. "Besides, my mail is private."

"Please forgive me," Elsie apologized, bowing. If it were anyone else Keima would have thought the words sarcastic. "But what are you going to do about it?"

Keima closed his eyes and adjusted his glasses with one hand. "Nothing," he said simply. "I don't have time to waste with it. If it was a question I cared to answer, it would have been asked in the mail."

Elsie frowned. "But what if someone is in trouble?" she tried, considering all manner of situations, most of which would have been discounted as outlandish by any normal person.

Keima resumed finishing his mail. "If it's that important, go yourself." Naturally, to him this was just an opportunity to be alone with his PFP.

"But it was addressed to you!" Elsie countered, but Keima ignored her; she shouldn't have been reading his mail anyway. There was a short silence before Elsie announced, "...Okay, I'm going to go."

This actually surprised Keima a little, but he showed to no response. It was a windfall for him, to be sure, so he was not going to lose this opportunity.

The large wooden door to the theatre creaked on it's hinges and Elsie slowly opened it, peeking carefully inside. It was old, and rather creepy, which did make her wonder why someone would choose to meet there of anywhere.

"Um, hello?" the devil called out tentatively as she advanced into the building, her broom clutched close as a security blanket. She scanned the area and suddenly noticed something in the far seats. A person, perhaps?

"Excuse me?" Elsie tried again, moving in that direction.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice shouted from above and behind her, causing her to jump in surprise.

"O hellish creature that trespasses on this wondrous earth!"

Elsie spun and looked up to find someone who seemed to be standing atop the second story balcony. The speaker was young, looking to be around Keima's age, possibly a bit older. He had shoulder-length dark hair that was tied back in a ponytail, and was wearing glasses. He did not wear the school uniform, instead having on a black shirt and a pair of jeans. The thing that stood out the most, however, was the out-of-place dark cloak he had draped over his shoulders; disregarding the fact that it was not particularly cold out on this sunny day, it looked more like something someone would wear to a cosplay convention then around town.

He gestured dramatically, causing his cloak to wave in response. "I have been waiting for this moment!" He leapt from the railing, landing with a cloud of dust on the floor some distance before Elsie.

Elsie, herself, was more than simply surprised about the boy's dramatic appearance and actions; his words seemed to suggest that he knew of her true nature, which she had been very careful to avoid revealing to anyone besides Keima.

"Um," Elsie started, blinking as she considered her words and what she would do. "Who are you?"

"Give me your name, and I shall–" The cloaked boy looked about to continue, before a spark of realization appeared in his eyes. "What...? There's no way...a girl?" Elsie was about to say something, but he continued. "...You are...the 'Capturing God'?" His voice was hesitant, and rather polite, in stark contrast to his original speech.

Elsie then realized that he had mistaken her for Keima. She quickly shook her head. "No, that's not me." She began to wonder what all that initial talk had been about; if he knew she was a devil, how could he mistake her for Keima, and why had he not done anything? "I'm Elsie, his younger sister. What was your name?" Perhaps the boy would introduce himself now.

"Oh. Suzou Hisui, nice to meet you," he replied, bowing respectfully. Now to advance the plot. "So what, he sent his sister to meet me?"

Elsie looked down. "...Well, actually, he wasn't going to come at all." Suzou raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. "I couldn't just ignore it, though."

"Hmm...well, thank you for coming, I suppose." Suzou looked thoughtful. "Your voice sounds a bit familiar..." Estelle, maybe? I'll need to check that out later.

Not giving her time for a response, he let his previous statement drop and continued. "Could you perhaps tell me a bit about him?" He paused for a moment, but then quickly added, "I could just go and meet him, but that's boring and I enjoy setting plots."

Elsie was a bit hesitant, though he did not seem like a bad person. "Nii-sama...what should I say about him...?" she wondered aloud.

"Well, how about his name?" Suzou prompted. "I've heard a bit about his personality but I'm sure you could be a lot more helpful."

Keima, meanwhile, had finished with his mail and working on one of his games in peace, for a change. Well, relatively. It was true that Elsie was not here to bother him, but annoyingly he would occasionally wonder if she was doing all right.

He admitted to himself that perhaps it was 'natural'. Events like this occurred often enough (in games) and he knew from experience that choosing to do nothing, as opposed to following along, was generally the wrong choice.

Keima cursed the idiocy of the real world as he stood and began heading towards the theatre. Only here, outside of games, would they have such an event; one that didn't give you the opportunity to bow gracefully out of what you hoped to avoid.

"So, how does that sound?" Suzou asked.

"Well..." Elsie was hesitant. It was harmless, sure, and could be fun...but she still was worried about Keima's feelings.

"Hey." Suzou got her attention. "Think about it; what do you think he'd actually do when he found out?"

Keima looked her in the eye. "Don't waste my time like this." He then continued playing his PFP as though nothing had ever happened.

"I think he'd just let it go because it would be a waste of effort to bother you about it," Suzou continued after a pause. "It'll be fine."

Keima stopped as he reached for the door handle, hearing a crash from inside the theatre. Hesitating only for a moment, he pushed the door open, and saw Elsie laying on the ground, a black-cloaked figure a few feet away.

"Fiend! I, the Vampire Hunter Suzou, will see you back into the darkness by the power of my holy sword!" Black Cloak said, and it was then that Keima realized that the speaker had a sword of all things drawn and pointed towards the girl.

"Wait!" Keima cried, rushing to intercede between the two of them. "I can't allow you to harm my sister!"

"Nii-sama! You came to save me!" Elsie said delightedly.

"So," Suzou said, pushing up his glasses with his right hand as he lowered his other, which held the sword. "You are the 'Capturing God'."

"That's right..." Keima replied, narrowing his eyes. "Now put away your weapon. I'm here, as you asked."

Suzou's expression suddenly changed. "Naturally. I wasn't going to hurt her, anyway." He sheathed his weapon on his right hip, and Keima felt Elsie standing up behind him. "I figured you'd come."

Keima relaxed his stance and adjusted his glasses. "And I knew you had no intention of harming her," he said calmly. Elsie made a questioning noise from behind him, and Suzou raised his eyebrows in question.

"Oh? How do you figure?"

"You have a flare for the dramatic," Keima started, looking sideways at the other boy, eyes narrowed. "If you had sent me a request for assistance, you must share my interests. This was just a silly plot; a waste of time. Feigning concern was the best way to move the event forward quickly."

Suzou smiled at that. "Heh, your perception and foresight surpass mine." He switched to a less overly-formal style of speech. "I guess I should have expected no less from a God."

"What do you want?" Keima asked, going straight to the point. As it was, he was most interested in simply finishing this event and moving on.

"As I said, I need your help," Suzou said, being quite inspecific.

"You have five minutes. After that, I'm returning to class," Keima responded.

"Wha...you can't tell me you actually need to go to class," Suzou protested. "It's about a dating sim."

"Hmph." Keima turned to the door. "If that's so, then you could have simply asked in your mail."

"It's too complex!" Suzou countered.

"Then my site." Keima moved towards the door, pulling it open with one hand, his other back on his PFP.

Elsie looked back and forth between the two, unsure of what to say. She turned to Suzou and bowed in apology. "I'm sorry! I need to go to class too!"

Suzou stood there for a few seconds before rushing after the pair. "You can't leave like that!"

"Stop following me." Keima commanded as Suzou came up behind them. "This event is very poorly written."

"No, it's very well written!" Suzou countered. "You just keep picking all the wrong dialogue options."

"Don't speak to me about game mechanics, you minor character," Keima said, still not taking his eyes of his PFP. "In any case, you look suspicious. I would not be surprised if you were thrown off the premises." With that, Keima turned and entered into a classroom, knowing Suzou wouldn't try to pursue him that far.

"I'm sorry," Elsie apologized again. "I can't skip class..."

Suzou shook his head. "Don't worry about it. I'll think of something." He turned and headed down the hallway as Elsie followed Keima into class.

Sometime later...

"Hello again," Suzou said, falling into step besides Keima and Elsie as they walked down the hall. Elsie, naturally, returned the greeting kindly, but Keima felt things were getting bothersome.

"How did things go?" Elsie asked. "I mean, you do look rather suspicious..."

She's asking about how I avoided getting..."thrown off the premises"? Heh. Suzou smirked. "Oh, that. That was pretty easy." He brushed some of his hair back thoughtfully. "I just found a class that was teaching English, walked in, apologized for being late, and said I was there as an assistant."

"In that cloak? That's surprising," Keima said emotionlessly, not bothering to look up from his gaming.

"You're right; I ditched the cloak before walking in, of course." Suzou looked to the side and gestured towards his cloak. "It's not like someone would steal something like this, even if it was just laying around in the hallway."

Before the conversation could continue, however, someone walked into Suzou, causing him to stumble and nearly lose his balance. Well, 'nearly' being what would have happened under normal circumstances. With his nonsensically long cloak, his step to keep his balance got tangled in the folds of the garment, sending him to the floor.

"Oh! I'm sorry about that," a female voice said. "I wasn't paying attention, sorry."

"Uh, no problem, I'm okay, I think..." Suzou replied from his place on the floor. Elsie called to Keima, hoping to prevent him from just continuing on ahead, though it seemed he was intent on taking the opportunity to distance himself from the black-cloaked boy.

Rolling over onto his back, Suzou was about to say something to the girl when suddenly his face flushed red and he looked to the side again. She was wearing the school uniform, after all.

"...?" The girl gave him a questioning look, but didn't have time to add anything else as Suzou kicked himself back onto his feet, miraculously managing to avoid landing on his cape and falling over again. She smiled at him. "It seems you're okay."

Elsie made a small gasp in surprise before turning and went after Keima.

"Yeah..." Suzou scratched the back of his head nervously, and glanced backwards. "Well, anyway..." Not wanting to let the Capturing God escape his sight, Suzou turned and began to walk away, when the girl grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"Wait...what's your name?"

"Oh, uh, Suzou. Suzou Hisui," he replied quickly, blinking slightly at the sudden contact.

"Haruna Rindo," she replied. "See you again, then." With that, she released him and continued on her way.

Shaking the confusion off, Suzou turned back towards the way Elsie had gone, hurrying after her and Keima.

"...spirit!" Elsie finished as Suzou rounded the corner.

"What?" Keima replied, actually looking up from his PFP for a change.

"Hm? What is it?" Suzou asked, giving a curious look to the two.

"Not something you should concern yourself with," Keima replied, returning to his game. "Elsie, go and do as you normally do."

"Huh?" Elsie looked at him with confusion for a moment before she seemed to suddenly realize something. "Oh! You want me to–"

"Yes! Go!" he ordered, cutting her off. Elsie nodded in understanding and headed back the way they had came.

Suzou stared at the way she had left for a moment, before remarking, "Well now, that's suspicious." Not pausing, he continued, "So how are you related, again?"

"...Siblings," Keima supplied, resuming walking. Suzou had no idea where he planned to go, but followed anyway.

"Huh." Suzou looked to the sky for a moment, seemingly considering his words. "...Is there anything weird about her?"

What is he trying to get at? Keima thought to himself. "Besides her in her entirety, no."

"You seem to be the calm type, so..." Suzou trailed off before turning to look at the boy next to him. "She seems to have a strange...I don't know..." His gaze drifted downwards. "Youki?" he tried, as though unsure about the definition. "...about her."

True to Suzou's words, Keima didn't show any reaction at all. Though he considered the cloaked boy's speech carefully. Was he trying to imply that he did know who Elsie really was? Keima naturally couldn't say anything about the matter, so he would have to deflect the issue. "Horrible."

Suzou raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"That was a horrible pickup line."

"...Excuse me?" Suzou repeated, stressing the words a bit more, as he had obviously heard what was said. "I'm not going to ask her out!" he insisted. Keima didn't bother responding as he entered what seemed to be a random room; a lounge or eating area of some sort.

There was a short silence.

"...Well played," Suzou suddenly said after they had entered. "You're quite the Zhuge Liang with your tactics; you almost distracted me from the topic." He smirked. "How about, as a reward, I'll not pry any more..." Suzou trailed off, returning his gaze to around the room. ...from you.

Keima sat down at an arbitrary table and continued to play his PFP, offering no comment. He almost certainly had Suzou's archetype figured out; he simply needed to apply his findings as he had before. Having the cloaked teen around during a capture process promised nothing but problems.

All right then, Suzou thought to himself as considered his strategy. I'll just need to temporarily remove Keima from the encounter... "One sec, I'll be back," he said aside as he stepped out of the room, hoping to meet Elsie as she came to meet with Keima.

He didn't have to wait long. Suzou assumed that Keima and Elsie had the room as a pre-arranged meeting spot or something, as she seemed to have found them with no trouble.

"Ah, there you are," Suzou remarked as the girl came into view around one of the hallway's corners. "Keima was kind enough to explain the situation to me," Suzou said, his face serious despite the fact that he was lying. "What news on the spirit?"

Elsie looked at him with confusion as she considered what he had said. "Really?" She had to admit that it sounded a bit unlike Keima, but if he had explained the situation, then... "Well...I guess if he told you... The escaped spirit is in the girl that ran into you; Haruna Rindo. She–"

"Stop!" a voice shouted from down the hall – Keima.

Suzou spun to face him, a victorious smirk on his face. "You are too late, Nemesis!" He gestured dramatically. "Say farewell to your main camp!"

Keima's eyes narrowed as he pushed up his glasses. It seemed he had been too slow in realizing this plan of Suzou's. However now that things had progressed this far, he needed to consider his options. To Keima, it seemed that he ought to explain the situation to Suzou; it was an undesirable option, to be sure, but it was the best of his choices.

"...Fine then." Keima looked to Elsie. "Explain everything to Suzou and then tell me about the girl." He turned around and walked back to the room he had been in previously.

Suzou, still standing in his awkward pose, stared after the boy with a look of slight confusion. "Wow. He seemed to give in rather easily. I thought he'd try to avoid getting me involved, or something." He turned to the girl behind him. "All right then..."

Suzou tapped the chalk idly on the board as he looked over the blackboard. There were all sorts of notes about what Elsie had explained to him, with arrows connecting relevant ideas and a fair share of erased parts for when Suzou had wanted to move sections around. "So this is it, huh?" he muttered, mostly to himself.

There were also several blank sections, where Suzou had asked questions he apparently considered important (considering the space around them for writing) but had received no information from Elsie, mainly because she had no idea. Things like 'Military Tactics used by Hell', 'Political Situation of Hell', and other such arguably obscure topics were noted here and there.

Suzou turned around and looked at Elsie, who was standing before him, and Keima, who was sitting playing games, as always. "Is this everything, then?"

Elsie looked about to speak, but Keima spoke first. "Yes," he said simply.

Suzou raised on eyebrow; Keima hadn't even looked up to answer him! Though he couldn't say it was unexpected, coming from him. He shrugged. "All right then, that's that. So now, about, uh, Rindo. What do we do about that?"

Elsie's demeanor seemed to change with the topic. "Nii-sama will capture her heart!" she exclaimed happily.

"Well, I figured as much," Suzou replied, taking a seat. "I meant strategy and tactics."

"Um, well..." Elsie began hesitantly. This wasn't her area of work, after all.

"There is a problem," Keima said matter-of-factly. Elsie and Suzou both looked at him with confusion.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Elsie asked.

Keima looked to Suzou as he spoke. "She ran into you."

Suzou was about to reply with 'So what?' when he considered the comment a bit more closely. "Oh Martel, don't tell me you are implying what I think you are implying... The real world isn't a dating sim, you know."

Keima ignored him. "The simplest option would be for you to win her heart."

"H-How are you saying that so calmly?" Suzou asked rhetorically, his facial expression rather amusing to look at. "I couldn't do that!"

"I expected as much," Keima continued, his voice as even as ever. "A love triangle, while more difficult, will not be impossible."

"Wait, wait." Suzou interrupted. "Couldn't I just...you know, tell her I'm not interested?"

Keima shook his head. "Don't be foolish. A rejection would not remove her love for you. It would probably simply worsen the problem with the escaped spirit."

"Wait, come on!" Suzou protested. "Love? Just because she ran into, probably by accident, you assume that–"

Keima's eyes darkened, and his tone turned menacing as he adjusted his glasses, the light glinting of them menacingly. "Let me tell you something good."

He took to his feet a gestured dramatically. "There is no such thing as an 'accidental' meeting!" he declared. "The steps of every girl that walk onto the stage are fated! That is their perfection!"

Suzou's eyes narrowed slightly. "What about the RNG? That's perfection?" he asked, and almost immediately wished he hadn't. He was arguing with the 'Capturing God' after all, what other kind of reasoning might he expect?

"This is pointless." Keima sat down again. "It is a pity you don't understand. I suppose I expected too much." He looked over to Suzou. "However, you are important to this series of events, so you must help me."

Suzou was silent. He supposed he had pushed for the information about what was going on, so in a way, it was his own fault he was here.

"Please, help us," Elsie said. "If you don't, we'll die."

Suzou turned to respond, but then suddenly realized what Elsie had said. "What? What the..." He remembered Elsie mentioning it before, but hadn't even thought about it. "Damn." Well, at least this made his choice easy. "Fine." He looked up at Keima. "So you said you had a plan..."

Again, first fiction for TWGOK/Kaminomi. I need some of you readers to give me some critique so I can improve. Characterization is what I'm most concerned with; after all, without that, what's the point of the fanfiction in the first place?

Was planning this to be a one-shot but it got long, which I hope is a good thing. So it's basically a long one-shot in installment format, heh.