Hey, what's up, guys! Essay King here with a new crossover fanfic! I am a huge fan of Tamiki Wakaki's 'The World God only Knows', and, for Senran Kagura... It's a meh sort of thing. But in the last few months, I have crafted this self-proclaimed masterpiece! This fanfic will be updated daily, okay? Oh, and don't expect any Ninja action until a REALLY long time. Seriously, put down your popcorn. Just... put it down. Well, putting away the silly talk, hope you enjoy! (There's also the fact that my writing skills improve after a few chapters)

With one light tap of the button, he had done it again. Years and years of playing games had really done him some good. With his 12000th capture complete, Keima Katsuragi smirked in glory at the sight of the 2D girl, Yuuki Akihara, declaring her love for him. Such a simple conquest was just too easy for the veteran, who had, as before mentioned, already conquered ten thousand GAL games before this one. His glasses glowed at the reflection, his eyes burnt in victory, his fingers unwavering as he continued on with the last parts of the game and his grin ever so magnificent, it's white shining as far as the eye can see. With his game done, his brain immediately processed the game's quality, and made a mental review of it, something he would later post on his website. With his expertise, there was no wonder as to the reason why the people worshipped him around the puny world that this boy lived it. This was the self-proclaimed God of Games, and The God of Love, Keima Katsuragi. The boy who conquered eleven thousand girls and aided in the capture of Runaway Spirits- wait, wait, wait, what?

As he watched in triumph at his new milestone, he felt a poke of something slender on his bed hair-filled head, and looked up from his own PFP to face his big-chinned English teacher, Ichiro Kodama. His eyes, although looking small and gentle in the distance, was blazing with fury at the sight of a student, much more Keima, not listening in his class. Such behavior was not really accepted by any teacher of any background, but to be able to see this behavior everyday would drive anyone to the brink of insanity, and Kodama was a good example. "Listen to me, Katsuragi! For the first time since Nikaido-san left, just listen to my class!" His echoing voice roared at the unfazed boy, who, surprising to most (except for those in the class), turned towards his PFP and muttered in an uncaring tone.

"Please, let me save first before you speak to me, sir."

Of course, as I have explained before, his quiet little one-to-one speech had inevitably broke a crucial nerve in the Teacher's head...

Slowly placing his hand on the door's edge, Keima slowly limped out of his class of 2B as a girl nervously followed suite. Grumbling inaudible curses at his English Teacher, the girl tried to calm him down with cliched words of encouragement, to no avail. Such words of care was little to him, anyway. Walking through the hallway with a silver PFP on hand, he breathed a sigh as he adjusted his broken glasses and gave the girl permission to massage his a Godly, albeit bruised face. How in the world did Yuri Nikaido's abusive teaching method get transferred to him!? Pushing the girl's hand away, he growled silently to her, "Just leave me alone for a while. I need to finish the next game."

Pouting at his attitude, Chihiro gave a heavy smack on Keima's back before saying, "When will you ever stop playing. At least listen to him for once." After staring at him for a few seconds for any signs of life, she gave a sigh and, placing her right hand on her waist, she muttered to him in a gentle voice, "You know what, how about we have tea and meat buns later. Maybe that'll calm you down..." True to her words, Keima was always quite calm when he had tea with Chihiro in the tea shop outside the school. I mean, she WAS his girlfriend. It was quite surprising that during the time he had confessed to her, she utterly denied his love, only to come back that day to ask him out for reconciliation and acceptane. "To think of it, where's Eri?"

Eri Katsuragi was Keima's blood-sister, who had a knack for cleaning and, unsurprisingly, was fascinated by the red mysteries of fire trucks. Unknown to his girlfriend and everyone still living and breathing, and only known by God himself, Eri was Keima's partner during his times capturing Runaway Spirits. He could remember her real name like it was a clear summer day: 'Elsie de Lute Irma'. Somehow, it seemed that, after he got back from going back to the past, time had been rewritten, and Elsie was now his full-fledged blood-relative. No one from New Hell who had an affiliation with her could remember her, and even the records of her had disappeared; they were nonexistent, and so was the person who held the name 'Elsie'. Even her friend from Hell, Haqua, only saw her as 'a sister of Keima', and so did everyone else. Strangely, the Goddess inside some of the girls he knew also could not remember her as Elsie, and only saw her as Eri. What powerful force might have changed the memories of everyone he knew, he did not know. Well, he might never have his answer, but he sure needed an answer for Chihiro's proposal.

"Eri's back home helping my mom. And I humbly accept our offer, let's go, you're paying."

Seeing Keima walk down the hallway to the stairs made Chihiro stare in surprise, then delight as she got her boyfriend to open up more to her. And so, she followed the boy down with a smile on her face, even though she knew he had a frown plastered clearly on his own.

Although she didn't like the idea of her paying all the time...

To get a Runaway Spirit out of a person's heart, one had to do one of these three things:

1. Help them reenact revenge on a specific person...
2. Help them solve a problem (etc: an illness)...
3. Make them love you and kiss you.

Runaway Spirits were creatures that had been the souls of evil people who died and were transported to Hell. Through some incident involving Keima many years ago, they had broken the confinements of their life prison, and, as detailed, they find shelter in the gaps in people's hearts. The Runaway Spirit Squad, a special division specially made to catch Runaway Spirits was created to capture them and bring them back, but even with the squad on duty at all times, there were a lot of Runaway Spirits to catch, and so the job was impossible to fully complete. Scouted by Dokurou Skull herself in Hell and assigned to Elsie, Keima had inevitably chosen option 3, due to Elsie's limited knowledge in driving out Runaway Spirits. By now, he had kissed, and driven out the Runaway Spirits, of more than ten girls already. Well, it wasn't his choice to stay in the job. He had been forced to do all the wooing and kissing after replying to a message Runaway Spirit Squad Chief 'Dokurou' sent to him in his PFP, and the mobile guillotine bestowed upon his neck, which would have taken out his head and do unspeakable things to it if he breached the 'contract' in any way. One could say that he was mentally scarred after all those conquests, but, after removing the collar and finishing the contract, he was now leading a normal(gaming) life again, with the exception of a girlfriend, six girls who clearly remembered his conquest due to the Goddess inside them, a sister and new games to play.

It had been a whole month since the two started dating, and some people(I mean everyone) were more than surprised when they found out; with over-the-top reactions, to such an extend that the class of 2-B made the day of his confession a replacement Valentines Day. Even the newspaper club, who were so surprised by the potency of the news, had actually tried to submit the article to a famous newspaper company that circulated all over Japan. Strangely, no one had notice Nikaido's disappearance(other than Kodama and a few of the students); seeing how she was an important teacher in the school, it was quite surprising that no one really noticed her absence. Inside, Keima actually missed her a bit. The fact that he actually knew her since he was a child and having forgotten her for nearly ten years, only to be at the same school, being tutored by her without recognizing her real identity had made his heart ache slightly. 'SLIGHTLY' was the key word here. He was, admittedly, distant from everyone, but, seeing how he was once called Otamegane by everyone might had disrupted his trust with most, and the constant gaming and isolation with everyone could have brought the distant side of him, seeing how he at first never loved the real world and took refuge in the 2D world. But now, with his experience in real life conquests, he had started to accept the real world a bit more, and with Chihiro, he now knew that the world was better than it seemed.

"How's the tea today, Keima?" Chihiro asked after she gave a sigh of relief, the taste of tea a lot nicer than she had first expected. The two were both inside a tea store that was quite popular to the people around town. During the afternoon, the store was bustling with customers, and Chihiro had thought of themselves as lucky to get seats here at that particular period of customer spike. The two were sitting quite far back in the store, at a small seating area beside the counter.

Sipping a bit of tea from the cup, Keima gave his own judgement of the drink, "Hmm, the green tea today seems to be a bit too bitter, and, by checking the temperature, they seemed to have gone a bit overboard with the heat. They also seem to have steeped the tea for too long."

Chihiro's eyebrows lowered into a state of boring disbelief. Keima was something of a perfectionist, but she never knew it was to that extent; although, that would be good for her next move... Digging into her school bag, the ordinary girl pulled out a small container patterned with Sakura flowers. Handing the box to the confused Keima, she beamed a smile and gave a cry of joy, "Here, something I made at home for you!"

Eyeing it in suspicion, Keima's brain started to process his expectations and the outcomes. He knew Chihiro didn't cook, so, with his cook's instinct(Something he got after eating countless dishes from Elsie), he shuddered in fear of the unknown taste and flavor. Looking up, he saw Chihiro innocently staring at him, tilting her head at the sight of Keima not formally accepting it from her. Clearing his throat in an attempt to not anger the girl, the boy took the container, placed it on the wooden table and opened it, and all he found was a large, plain biscuit in the middle. Now that was when the amazement set it. No weird food from Hell- Wait, she wasn't even Elsie! Months of eating boxed lunch made by Elsie had made him suspicious and fearful of all forms of boxed lunch; whether it was from his mother or from his own girlfriend, just all forms of boxed food!

Grabbing the biscuit and eyeing it puzzlingly, his brain quickly deemed the round piece of crunchy flour as 'edible with a sip of tea', and so, after sipping his tea one more time, he took a bite off of it, and started chewing. Slowly, the flavor flowed into his mouth, and after some time of chewing and tasting, he gulped the crushed mass down his throat. "Not really much flavor, but then again, I don't like sweet things, so I think this is ok-URGH!"

Jumping at his loud cry of pain, Chihiro helplessly watched as Keima ran for the toilet, his stomach uncomfortable due to her imperfect biscuit. For the whole time he was inside relieving himself, Chihiro stared at the door, waiting for him to come back out. Her mind was quickly trying to make an apology, and when Keima crawled out on his knees, Chihiro cried to him, "K-Keima, I'm so sorry! I won't cook again!"

He had now evolved into a man that trusted no one's cooking...

"Eh...?" Keima, who had his hand on the doorknob as he entered his house, weakly muttered as he heard the news from his dear mother, Mari, who was sitting on one if the tables in Cafe Grandpa with an unfolded piece of paper on her hand. After the hassle at the tea store, the two had returned to school, but due to the biscuit, Keima had a continuously stream of stomach pains, which was why went to the nurse's office to rest(and play games) for most of the day. The school had ended minutes ago, and, not surprisingly, Chihiro had helped follow him back just to see if he was okay and not going to collapse out of sheer pain and fatigue; she was actually behind Keima right now, eyeing at his peculiar behavior of standing on the entrance without letting a guest in. Not wanting to make any fuss, Keima walked in and led Chihiro into his house/cafe; at the very second she entered, she formally greeted the elderly woman and went for a beeline to the barstools, plopping herself down and placing her arm on the counter.

"Well, Keima dear, I have just got news from a school quite far away. Have you heard of Hanzo Academy?" Strangely, she never received an answer for her question, and as she turned to Keima, she found him playing his PFP with virtual reality goggles. A nerve popped from her head, and a slight aura of anger emitted from her body, an aura so strong that it actually caused Chihiro to shudder slightly. Standing up and putting on her slippers, she calmly walked to her son and lightly smacked him in the head, growling, "Please listen to me, Keima...This is urgent."

Rubbing his head and placing the goggles off(He saved, of course), he innocently turned to his mother and asked, "May you repeat that?" gently, trying not to anger her any further. Breathing a sigh of relief, Mari sat back down and read the letter in front of her:

"To The Katsuragi Household,
Your son, Keima Katsuragi, has been specially chosen by Hanzo Academy, Asakusa, Tokyo for a transfer student program. We will be delighted to accept your son for this occasion. There will be a personal house reserved for him to be comfortable during his stay. Please call the number below to ask for inquiries and to make your decision. Please answer before next week, 25/X/20XX. Phone Number: 090-6646-444."

"Wow," Chihiro gave a gasp of surprise, "A transfer program! Maybe you should do it, Keima. Sound fun!" Rolling his eyes, Keima went back to his games, but at the same time as he skillfully played his game, he spoke his reply to the two, "The whole thing seems strange. There is little information of the school given, they give you no detailed pamphlet of the Academy, and what school would actually rent a house for one student to live in? That seems too suspicious. Maybe you should call the number, mom."
Hesitantly grabbing out her phone, she started dialing the number, leaving Chihiro and Keima to do their own things. All seemed quiet for the household, until Eri's sudden appearance from the back of the house, "Nii-Sama!" She cried with joy, pouncing at her once-not-related-brother and mushing both their cheeks together, to Keima's disgust. She was just too cheerful for him. Taking a peek at Chihiro, he saw, to his horror, her snickering at the sight. If she told this scene to everyone, they would all tease him to Hell. He needed her off. Pushing Eri away, he took in a deep breath, as she had hugged him a bit too right for his comfort. Placing the virtual reality goggles down, he looked at his sister and said to her, "We have a guest, Eri."

Cocking her head to one side, she looked behind her, and to her surprise, she saw Chihiro smiling and giving a small wave of the hand at her, her eyes looking at the two with a mischievous stare. It took a while for Eri to process all that she saw, but once she did, she beamed another giant smile and hopped to her good friend on the stool, hugging her almost the same way she hugged her brother, all with the same amount of care and love, "CHIHIRO! You're here!" Her happy outburst made her brother's girlfriend laugh merrily, although they quietened down when Mari shushed the two. With her ear and mouth close to the phone, Mari started to speak, "Um, yes, is this Hanzo Academy?"

Even with all the chatter, Keima had quickly shifted his attention back to his game, and in a matter of seconds, he was now busily tapping away on his PFP. His craving for games had yet to be sated, and so he hungrily finished the game he played and went on with another one. Still, even with his attention on the games, his hearing went to the outside world, as he wasn't wearing any headphones at the time and he was a bit more connected to the real world, which in turn made him more interested of what was happening outside his 2D world. He could at first hear the two girls whispering to each other, discussing about their daily lives and activities his sister missed in school. It was very faint to him, so he could not pick any details he would have thought useful, but then, eavesdropping on women was deemed disrespectful, so he instead decided to focus on his mother. Her voice was at first low, but, as if by fate or an unseeable power, Mari gave a gasp of surprise and said in a louder tone, "Yuri Nikaido? Is that you?"

Yuri?

She was still here? Quickly placing the goggles down and placing his glasses back to the ridge of his nose, he now glared at his mother as she continued talking, albeit softer now. The two girls were visibly surprised by the sudden slam of the goggles, and they themselves where staring at Keima. Somehow, Chihiro had missed her name, but that was the least of his worries. His brain started to think of the possibilities. Yuri Nikaido had disappeared for nearly a whole month, and Keima had no idea on how to connect to her, but, hearing her name, he wondered if she had actually gone away or, if the facts were compiled properly, she had gone to a new school. But why would she do that? Didn't she say that her duty of protecting him and New Hell was done, and that she would quit teaching? What was she doing now, then?

Standing up from his seat, he walked to Mari and stood beside her before asking, "May I speak to Dokurou?" Her mother took her ears off the phone and looked at his son before asking:

"Who's Dokurou?"

Noticing that he had accidentally used her real name, he immediately corrected it and said, "W-wait, that was someone else, sorry. I meant to say Yuri. I wish to know if she's okay, seeing how she left the school not too long ago."

Oddly, her mother had reacted with surprise. She had never received any news of her resigning, and so, out of curiosity and worry, she asked her son, "What happened to her?"

"Well, she resigned," replied Keima, who, after clearing his throat, continued answering, "But she's didn't tell us anything of where she was going or where she stayed, in general. I want to speak to her and ask her where she is now and how she is doing."

As she watched the the mother and son exchange words, Chihiro began to recollect her memories of the teacher. She was, unanimously, strict to everyone, but she had an infamous reputation of physically punishing her students, particularly Keima, due to his gaming habits. She had never done anything good or bad to the ordinary, everyday girl, but the fact that she had left the school had saddened her somewhat, and she knew a few of her friends missed her too. The only thing she could remember was Kodama-Sensei telling everyone that she had resigned, and left. Strangely, they had no form of contact for her, as if all information of her whereabouts had disappeared, and even though everyone was okay with the fact that such an abusive (but admittedly, good) teacher was gone, she could feel sorrow drifting from Keima. And strangely, before that day, Keima had confessed to her. Was it coincidence that she left just one day after he confessed? Well, she might never have an answer for that, so, after shaking the thought off her head, she leaned to Eri and murmured, "Wanna leave those two alone for now, Eri?"

Eri replied with a quick nod, and, with just that nod, the two went up the stairs to the sister's room.

Placing the phone near the side of his face, Keima started to talk through to the other user as he went into his room, "Nikaido-Sensei, is that really you?" The voice who replied to him surprised him a lot more than he expected.

"Keima, you know Nikaido Dokurou-Sama?" Haqua, at the other end, replied. This made Keima's mind blank. Why was a devil speaking to him through the phone? Why did she call Nikaido 'Nikaido Dokurou-Sama'? Wait, don't tell me...

"Haqua? How did you get my phone number? Who's Nikaido Dokurou? Answer me!"

"Whoa, Keima, calm down. I'll explain everything."

"You better explain everything, fast!"

"Well, the truth is, someone in New Hell already knows your phone number... And it's Nikaido Dokurou."

"Who's Nikaido Dokurou?!" At that moment, someone on the other side had grabbed the phone away from the purple haired devil, and a familiar voice replied with an irritated tone.

"Keima, it's Nikaido here."

"Y-Yuri, what are you doing in Hell? And why did that phone number lead me to Hell hotline?"

"Well, here's the first thing, don't call me Yuri anymore. I've already discarded that name. Second thing's that I'm working in New Hell now, so I hope you didn't go crying all over the floor about me, cos' that would have been disgusting. Third thing, I have a new mission for you..."

Raising an eyebrow, Keima composed himself and replied, "What do you mean, Dokurou? Didn't you say you were finished with your mission?"

"Well, Onii-chan taught me to look further." At that moment, Haqua's voice could be heard in the distance, "You have a brother, Dokurou-Sama?!" After the excitement died down, Nikaido harshly replied to her to go back and do her work of catching runaway spirits, and her voice went back to the phone, "Now, Keima, you must accept the transfer program. The area you are going to be at is vital for this mission."

"Wait, what mission is it?"

"There are runaway spirits. I want you to capture all of them."

"Wait..." Keima's brain slowly processed all the information he had received. "No. I am not accepting this mission... I hope we can talk again in the future. Goodbye." Closing his mother's phone, he gave a sigh. He didn't want to capture Runaway Spirits anymore. He already had a girlfriend, he didn't need anymore problems regarding devils and spirits. He was already comfortable now, and he had thought that nothing would ruin his life now, after all that had happened before. But with that phone call, he wondered if the worst had really come to past... Well, at least he rejected the mission. Maybe those two would never bother him again. EVER...

A knock on the door had attracted Keima's attention, and, with his fragile mind clear from devils and supernatural creatures, he went down the stairs to meet the person, thinking that his mother had opened the door. Instead, he found that Eri had opened the door, having come downstairs to get a drink for Chihiro, and her face was filled with surprise and shock. Puzzled by her expression, Keima walked one step closer to see the second visitor's face, and the moment he saw the face, he stopped dead in his tracks, his face knotting into the same expression as his sister.

"Okay," Nora, the devil district chief, cut off her Spirit Sensor transmission, "After opening the door, abduct Keima and bring him to the 'usual spot'. That sounds fun." With a small grin of satisfaction, Nora swiftly pushed Eri away, extending her arm as she ran to grab Keima, but before she did, he raised a hand, signaling her to stop, and, surprisingly, she did. "Let me do something first." Waving his hand to his sister, he coaxed her to come closer. Looking away, he went behind the counter and started to, in a random choice of available actions, make coffee; he was really good at it, too. After finishing two cups of aromatic brew, he placed them on a tray and handed it to Eri, all while Nora watched, puzzled by his erratic form of action; who would expect someone to brew coffee for another guest while someone was trying to abduct him? After seeing his sister leave, he went back to face Nora, and, holding his hands up defenselessly, he muttered, "Well, do it." Again, Nora stared down at him, confused and speechless. This boy had dared to ignore her presence for the whole time until now, and he was just giving himself away? How inconsiderate! "Come on, abduct me already." The calmness of his voice simply gobsmacked her.
"Um, okay?" Grabbing both his hands, she immediately flew out of the house through the door, with Keima in tow.

"So, how's it going with you and Ryo Asama?" Keima asked as he felt the wind gently smacked his face.
"Why do you sound like we're going out?" she hastily replied, before properly answering, "That idiot's still my partner, and he still keeps following me around. He's right there, you know?"

Looking at where she pointed her hand, Keima noticed a man on the road vigorously waving his hands at the two. He had a large, mischievous smile on his face as he held up a pair of binoculars to his eyes, certainly watching the two as they flew in the air. It was by pure luck that no one was around the area, or else, by the sheer embarrassment from going around with an idiot who waved at nothing for no reason at all, Nora would never come out of New Hell to walk the Earth ever again...

Watching silently as he heard the silent cries of Ryo screaming 'Hey', his brain started to work again. If the Nikaido he talked to was the real Nikaido, then why would she call him? A mission? To think of it, she was working for New Hell; more importantly, the Runaway Spirit Squad. If those two were fully connected, then it would probably mean more girls to capture! Keima was already sick of capturing real life, 3D girls, and the fact that he had a girlfriend now had pulled him further from agreeing to her request in any way. He had wished for some time to finish all the new games he had that were piled up in his room, but that wish seemed too far for his Godly hands to grasp now. He wished someone in the world pitied him...

Strangely, Chihiro felt a disturbance in her heart. She felt an aching flow of sadness explode through her body, and that hurt her a bit. At the same time, Eri came into the room, but, to her surprise, her eyes were wet with held-back tears, ready to explode into a tidal wave. "EEH, WHAT HAPPENED, ERI!?" she screamed in fright, immediately helping her place the tray of coffee (smells like Keima's brew...) on the table and plopping her down on the bed.

"Wuuu..." Eri sniffled, "K-Keima's..." Of course, she refrained herself from explain to her friend the reason for her pitiful condition...

Setting the tip of his feet on the grass, he found himself facing the roofed resting spot he and Nikaido parted ways. Looking behind him, he could see the sea and the once tall rock still standing, albeit less gloriously. Turning to the wooden platform below, he slowly walked down the gentle grassy slope only to place his hands on the wooden railing. "This was where Chihiro asked me for tea for the first time..." he muttered, purposely loud enough for Nora to notice him.

"Oh, you struck a deal with a girl's heart? And I thought you already had more than ten girlfriends."
Turning to the devil with the buxom body, Keima gave a glare and a soft, but impactful grunt which made Nora shudder slightly, both in surprise and shock. "You have just quoted the 'Harem' ending, the ending I was most afraid of and the one that I was trying to stay clear of the most. Are you trying to say that I am dating a large amount of heroines which would imply that they are all fighting each other for me?" Raising his hand into the air, he yelled as he brought his finger down to point at her, "Such an ending is indecent and insulting to me! There is one true heroine in every game; no one can breach that rule!"

The sudden declaration made Nora jerk in sheer surprise, so she kept silent, not wishing to anger him any further than he already was. He was infuriated, and his tone of voice and face confirmed that. His eyes, although tired, was furious, and his finger was unfaltering, as if it would point at her forever. His now-hoarse breathing slowly steadied itself, as he had used most of his breath to yell at her. At that moment, Nora saw what Haqua meant when she told her about Keima when she once asked her a few months back: A human male adolescent actually telling a devil off. This man should have been shuddering with fear when he saw a devil, and he should have also never dared to talk back to one. He was a strange, brave but ultimately game-loving human. That thought made Nora sighed at herself. Was she really not creating that scary an image?

"Hmm? Why're you sighing?" Keima asked, his finger now shaking a bit from the expense of energy.
"Ah, never mind..." She placed her hand on her forehead and briefly closed her eyes, "Let's just wait for Dokurou..." When she opened her eyes again, she gave a light gasp of surprise, although she looked more amazed than surprised. "Oh, she's here."

Confused by her words, Keima looked behind him (in accord to where Nora's eyes were staring at) and found himself looking at Nikaido straight in the face, her body crouched down with the front of her feet on the wooden railing. With the sudden addition of a presence, Keima took a step back in surprise, his expression visibly shaken from anger to pure shock. How did she get here without any sound? Was it by a hagoroma? Did she even have the cloak Runaway Spirit Squad members wore? Examining her clothing, he found her wearing nearly the same clothes she had once wore during her time of being a teacher, albeit she now wore a hoodie jacket in place of her vest, patterned with little flames and skulls, and on her hand was a large scythe more ornate than Nora's. A mask was hanging on the side of her face, covering the left of her head, and it was shaped to look just like 'Dokurou Skull's' face; the face of the old Chief of Spiritual Countermeasures, or, more formally, the leader of the Runaway Spirit Squad. She still wore her old high heels, and the same pencil skirt she had since... As far as Keima could remember, surprisingly. The long thread of hair that dangled on the middle of her face, which somewhat made her face look chopped in half, was still there, and it looked the same as ever before. Her sudden appearance had surprised Keima a lot more than she thought. Giving a slight smile, she whispered to Nora and, inevitably into Keima's ears, "Leave, and let me speak to him."

Flinching at the command, Nora immediately left their presence, and the two were then left alone. Hopping down from the rails, Nikaido faced Keima once more. Silence befell the two. Keima was waiting for her to say something, and so stayed silent. Nikaido, on the other hand, was trying to absorb his omniscient aura. He seemed as confident as before, and as intelligent and analytical. She had already hypothesized that he had taken into account her appearance, and the fact that she was here. True, the two found it awkward, but the silence was as strong as an iron wall...

"ONII-CHAN!" Nikaido cried with pure joy and pounced on him, albeit with too little force to floor him. Tears streamed from her eyes, and, as Keima was trying to reply, she hugged him tighter, until he felt a slight pain on his waist and began to sniffle in happiness.

Still trying to adjust his emotions, Keima gave a quick reply by patting her head, but the feeling of silky hair on his hand caused his mental state to stabilize, and calmness came back into his mind. Giving a real, legitimate smile to her, he replied her with a greeting that touched those that heard him(AKA no one), "Welcome back, Dokurou... Welcome back..."