A/N: Was wanting to post this forever and never came around to it. Hope you like! Lyrics are not mine unless I say they are, for example...the lyrics in the preface are mine, but the ones in chapter one are not. "Chouhatsu Cherry Heart" belongs to Milan Himemiya. The song in the preface I think I'll call "Baka no Ai"...maybe.

Table of Contents

Preface
1: Enter, Reina Hishigu!- Fanfiction writer extrordinare?
2: Morinezu de Kuroza- One hell of a big brother!
3: Aido the Idol- Fading into Obscurity?
4: From Rags to Riches- Can Kotarou Cope?
5: Mouse Boy- My Fortress of paper?
6: Prince of Tennis- Nobody believes in me?
7: My Charming Boy- Oniichan is too protective!
8: Introducing Elsie- We've got a problem!
9: Convincing Keima- We Both Need to change!

Epilogue- God Mode Tag Team

Preface

What she was telling herself was a stupid little lie, but somehow it was the complete truth. How could an untruth tell that which is valid? It went against all laws of logic.

So did love, she realized. The fact that she was a master at manipulating it, especially within her own heart, was always a comfort.

Stop acting like that you idiot!

You've got me addicted, you fool

It's too late for me to turn around!

Why, I don't know,

You're not even that cool.

Except today, today was unlike any she could have ever written up. These past few weeks her heart was unwilling to treat him just as coldly as the others that came along to distract her from her work. Sadly, she was caught in a perpetual inferno of blazing passion that couldn't be extinguished. He did that to her—he wasn't even trying to pry a Loose Soul out of her heart, but he did.

It was supposed to be the other way around.

Through her bangs she could see his face, unreadable as always. How was she supposed to help him if his emotions were bottled up like that? These past weeks without her precious laptop, forced to capture hearts and subdue Loose Souls, it all had to mean something. Perhaps he was the one she was supposed to help the most, seeing as he couldn't know of it himself.

We've got a lot in common, stupid!

No wonder you're like a drug to me.

No one ever said love was easy, or quick.

It takes a while for you, the signs to see.

The collar around her neck glowed aggressively. A buzzing noise filled her ears.

Unaware, he adjusted his glasses and looked to his latest dating-sim. On-screen the girl frowned and turned him down. Lately his skills were diminishing—he blamed Elsie's presence for this. Games were his life, his sustenance, his air, the main thing that kept him going. Now his world was a real life dating-sim, and his backlog of unfinished games grew at an exponential rate.

These newest people he had to accept into his personal bubble were irritating. Especially this girl sitting beside him and her own demon partner. What was he to do? For over two weeks he had lost some of his drive to finish some of his games, actually.

It's a fool's love

I'm a fool like you

In love with you

But I'm not sure what I should do...

Should I run?

A fool in love should

Run away, ne?

A small voice beside him caused him to grab his PFP a bit tighter.

"Keima-san?"

"What is it?" he replied in his characteristically bored monotone. She willed her heart to stop drumming in her ears, taking in a calming breath. It was now, or never. And if it was never...that meant goodbye to her head.

"I- I-,"