Yahallo! Welcome back to Overboard, the romantic comedy that no one asked for, yet still got, for some odd reason.

In any case, here is chapter 2. I hope you guys enjoy it.

When Keima was getting his indoor shoes from his locker, a folded note fell to the wooden planks. After a moment of deliberation of whether to ignore it or not, he chose the latter option.

Nee, Katsuragi-kun… meet me on the roof during lunch today 3- Kosaka Chihiro

"Who's that?" he wondered out loud, before shrugging and folding the note into eights and throwing it into the bin… littering was bad, after all. In any case, regardless of who the note writer was, he had no interest in the real… Any game was better than that…

Besides, if he was to put real life next to the game he was currently engrossed in, the latter's presence was so overwhelming that the world didn't have a chance.

"Geez, Keima-kun, you mustn't ignore her…" Keima's eyes widened at Haruka's words… he knew he had been dealing with a love triangle in this particular game, but that was still a little bit alarming. He quickly pressed the next button.

"Miyu…" her face changed to a tear-filled one, "you need to hear her out as well…"

Keima pulled a face, but continued playing. The supposed signs stopped coming.

Besides, Chihiro was a gender neutral name… he had even less business with his male classmates than he did with the females… no, it wasn't possible to have less than zero business.

As he swept open the door with his shoe, because both hands were on his PFP, his eyes unconsciously fell on the seat diagonally behind him, before he forced them away.

No, Keima was a resident of the 2D world. He had no interest in that girl or what happened that day almost a week ago.

In fact, that event proved to him exactly how shitty the real world was, just on the count that it would allow something like that to actually happen.

Keima was as much of a romantic as the next person, but that confession and kiss (more like mouth headbutt, by the feeling), was anything but romantic. If he actually allowed himself to think about it, by now, he'd have a whole list of what was wrong with that particular event.

For one, who let the mob character get involved in a confession event…

For another, how did this confession event even pass the story board? It was a freaking mess!

For another thing, there was no build up to that event…

Geez, now he was thinking about it. He growled before walking to his seat, determinedly playing his game, A Song of First Love.

No… Chihiro could be a boy or a girl or a flying cat, for all he cared. He didn't give a shit, and there was no way any person would make him give a shit about anything other than his precious games.

He steered clear away from the roof for lunch, but his peace was disturbed near the end of the lunch session when a voice hissed at him.

"Why didn't you go to the roof at lunch?" a girl's voice asked. He ignored it for a few moments till he felt something hard at his side.

"I was busy," he replied simply. The thing pressed harder into his skin.

"I told you I wanted to talk to you," she replied threateningly. Keima glanced at the object, noting it was a ruler. It wouldn't hurt him, but he couldn't deny it was uncomfortable. He scooted his chair to the other side of the desk and returned back to his game.

"I received no such message," he pressed the buttons, watching the mob character who had been previously talking to the heroine disappear. How he wished the real had a button like that.

"I left it in your shoe locker," she replied, her already angry tone only becoming more aggressive, "so you didn't get that?"

Keima couldn't help noticing the discrepancy between the words and the tone. He sighed.

"I didn't know who it was from, and if you didn't even have the decency to ask me in person, it clearly wasn't important enough," he looked up for the first time to see who the voice belonged to, "right, Chihiro?"

He wasn't sure if he was surprised or not at the fact that the mob girl who'd confessed to him last week turned out to be Kosaka Chihiro. The unreadable look on her face did startle him, because it was different than her usual smirk or even her completely red face from that time.

"After school, then," she said shortly, walking the short distance to her seat. Keima's eyes followed her form for a moment before catching himself. He shook his head and continued his conversation with his heroine… screw mob characters.

Despite Keima's wishes, he slouched up the stairwell to the roof a few minutes after school. He didn't want to be threatened by any more stationery for skipping again. She was leaning backward on the railing, her eyes trained on the door. Once he crossed the threshold, she pushed herself up.

"Took you long enough!" she picked up her bag, and Keima felt himself freeze up. It wasn't another present, was it? He'd made it clear that he hadn't been interested in one the first time.

"Ah, there it is," she exclaimed, reaching deep into her bag. She didn't pull out a present, but rather, it was a slightly crumpled sheet of plain paper.

"What is that?" he eyed it. If she was going to hand him a doggy-flapped love letter, he was going to scream and kill someone. She handed it over before going back to her relaxed stance on the railing.

"Read it…" he frowned at her, but complied.

"Kosaka Chihiro's Specs," an eyebrow flew into the blue sky, "what is this?"

"You said you didn't know who I was," she shrugged, but her eyes were focused on some plant, "I figured I'd tell you a little more before I actually proposed what I originally planned."

"Proposed?" Keima repeated, his cheeks darkening a hue. Chihiro picked up the change in tone.

"Not like that, Dorky McDorkson…" she replied, "read the freakin' paper."

Keima sighed… he should be reading some game text right about now, not whatever this drivel is.

Kosaka Chihiro

Possibly the best girl you can encounter in this school. With beautiful short brown hair (Keima scoffed) and the most expressive eyes you'll find (Keima scoffed even harder at that), she's a real catch. She's of great temperament and has an awesome, fun-loving personality.

Age: 17 (2-B)

Likes: meatbuns, magazines, money, jokes and pranks

Dislikes: school, thinking of the future and losing

Charm Point: why would she need one? She's perfect without one.

BWH: Screw you, they're fine!

Despite Keima's disbelief at the blatant lies on this paper, that last comment did amuse him. Keima did appreciate irony, after all. Still, what was even the purpose of this?

He scanned through the rest, but it was fairly standard, minus the self-praising tone of the writing, and the fact that the spider chart at the bottom gave her a near perfect score in most aspects which he would have given her an average at best.

"Seriously, what is this?" he indicated to the paper.

"Just so you know," she said brightly, "though did you read the last line?" His eyes quickly fell to it and he read it out loud.

"Just to make it clear, I don't actually like you :( So sorry about that…" he read blandly, but for the last apology, Chihiro spoke up as well, her tone a lot closer to what she had intended while writing it.

"I was pretty insulted when you said you didn't know the note was from me, considering we're in the same class," she half-smiled, covering whatever bummed expression her thoughts would have normally given her, "but then when I consider what happened before, and the fact that you knew so little about me that you couldn't even put a name to me… it was rude of me, and I'm sorry."

Keima was shocked at that twist… he'd been half-expecting another half-assed confession like last time, but what he'd gotten was the exact opposite. It was a well-meaning taking back of said confession, and an apology.

"It's fine…" he nodded, folding up the paper, "I don't know what you were even thinking, but you seemed to dislike it as much as I did. There's no point of holding it against you."

Chihiro shot him a grateful smile.

"Yeah, we could just call it a foul and not have it count," Keima gave a slight nod in agreement.

"So is that all?" he asked. Chihiro shook her head.

"That just addresses the note… I haven't reached the point of why I'd even written it in the first place."

Keima sighed… so he hadn't even reached the halfway line of this conversation, huh? His impatience completely went over the girl's head, by the smile growing on her face. She brought out her flip phone, and pressed a few buttons. Not even a second later, he heard his own voice.

"…even if we're talking about the real, I know I can do a better job than you with regards to romance."

Keima's eyes narrowed, which was just the reaction Chihiro had hoped for.

"You acknowledge that you said that, right?" the smile only contorting into a smirk as she said that.

"Why do you even have that?!" He asked, outraged. Her voice remained as even as it was before.

"You acknowledge that you said that, right?" she repeated, her smirk reaching a level that would have scared Keima, had he not been irritated at being recorded.

"I did, but why were you even recording me?" she shrugged, snapping the phone shut.

"That's just one of the things I do," she shoved her hand into her skirt pocket, "so do you actually believe you would have better luck scoring a date than me?"

Keima didn't even need to think to answer that question. He pushed up his spectacles with a long index finger.

"Of course…"

"Have you ever actually tried… asking a girl out who isn't in a game?" Chihiro's hands fell to her hips, an air of superiority coming over her. She was near certain of what the hermit's answer would be to that question.

"I have not," he said, but his confidence didn't dip or rise at that admission, which bothered the girl, "however, I'm the God of Romance… I highly doubt the world can throw something at me that I haven't seen before."

Chihiro stared blankly at him. She'd never touched a dating sim in her life, but she was sure that there was very little overlap in terms of what a real relationship is and whatever crap he learnt from those games about relationships…

"You're that confident, huh?" Chihiro laughed humourlessly, "Man, I can't wait to see your face when you're wrong!"

"What!?" Keima muttered. Chihiro suddenly stepped closer, so they were eye to eye.

"If you're so confident that a girl would say yes to you, show me… your experience means shit in the real world!" Keima stood his ground, despite the natural urge to step back or look away from this girl who only seemed to be getting angrier. His temper seemed to be rising in turn.

"If you think you have more experience than me, you are clearly wrong as well," he spoke calmly, but his arms folded, "how does your many rejections even count as experience?"

"It counts more than your fake-ass relationships!" Chihiro yelled.

"They're not fake!" Keima yelled back. If they weren't already glaring daggers at each other already, they sure were now.

It took a few seconds of Chihiro imagining herself beating the shit out of the boy to gain some of her composure. By this point, Keima's sharp eyes had dulled, and he'd pulled up his PFP… why had he even got so worked up about this stupid discussion.

"God, I hate you!" she spat.

"At least we agree on something…" he muttered. He considered bringing up the fact that it was her who confessed to him in the first place, but it seemed counterintuitive, and would only keep her here longer, "great talk… can I go now, Chihiro?"

"Will you stop calling me that!?" she protested angrily.

"Will you stop annoying me then?" he shot back. When she didn't reply, he turned around.

"ASS!" she lifted her leg and landed a well-aimed kick on his backside, causing him to stumble and nearly drop his PFP. As he looked up, he noticed she was already running down the stairwell. He was okay with that view…

Heck, he'd be happy if she never spoke to him again.

Of course, his wish lasted for all of one day, as he opened his desk after lunch to yet another note.

Without a second thought, he grabbed the note and tore it in half. His sister, who had followed him in, was shocked at the sudden brutality of her older brother.

"Waah, Nii-samaa!" she grabbed the pieces from his hand, "you can't do that."

"Watch me," he smirked. He tore it into fourths… then eighths… somehow, his irritation was fuelling him even further, but some sarcastic clapping from his left stopped him in his tracks.

"Woow…" Chihiro appeared in his vision, her hands still slowly clapping, "Otamega's chicken arms can tear through that whole stack of paper…" she stopped clapping, "though you must be super mad at the person who wrote that…"

Elsie scuttled to Keima's side, confused, and a little bit scared at her slowly approaching classmate.

"Nii-sama, who is she?" she whispered softly, but Chihiro's quick ear picked it up easily.

"Kosaka Chihiro," she introduced, just in case the other Katsuragi sibling hadn't known her name, "also known as the writer of the note which your brother is happily tearing."

Elsie's eyes widened. She didn't really know much about Chihiro, but the jovial tone she was using was worrisome in its own way, and she was pretty sure that the normal girl wouldn't take to her brother tearing that note lightly.

"Nee, Elsie-san," Chihiro directed at the younger sibling.

"Yes," Elsie froze, her back pin straight and her round eyes still struggling to take in the situation.

"Would you say that your brother could get a girl if he tried?" Elsie was about to reply before Chihiro raised a finger, "a real girl, just to clarify…"

Even Keima, who really didn't care for this conversation, was a little expectant for that answer.

"Ahh… Umm…" she looked between her brother and classmate, whose brown eyes were staring her down. Elsie squeezed her purplish eyes shut.

"No," she squeaked. It took a second for her classmates to react, but boy, when they did…

Chihiro punched the air above her in victory, and even Elsie's normally stoic brother was giving her a betrayed look.

"But Nii-sama, you don't even like girls…" Elsie defended, before suddenly buckling to a new added weight on her shoulder. Chihiro had, very exuberantly thrown her arm around Elsie's shoulder.

"Seriously, Elsie-san… I will be your best friend forever," the normal girl then stuck her tongue out at Keima, "Though Otamega, how does it feel when you don't even have your adoring little sister's support?"

Keima just shot them a dirty look, which Chihiro was just ignoring in her glee. Even Elsie seemed a little happy at the new friend she'd just made.

"What do I have to do to make you go away?" Chihiro sobered up fast enough to respond to that.

"Simple," she replied without her previous amusement, "if you can prove me and your sister wrong, I'll do whatever you want…"

"Even if I just want to be left in peace?" Keima asked hesitantly. The girl pulled her arm off Elsie.

"Sure," Chihiro agreed, "if you can prove me wrong, I will literally 'go away'," she waved her arms and fingers as if she'd magicked herself away.

Keima considered it for a moment… even before that stupid confession, Chihiro had a presence like a mosquito… just there, until it starts buzzing in your ear and stinging you.

And she'd just offered him the chance for her to stop talking to him altogether if he did one simple task.

"However," Chihiro got his attention again, "if you can't prove me wrong, not only do I get gloating rights, but I'll also have you be my slave for a week…"

"So it's like a bet?" Keima clarified.

"Exactly…" she agreed, a broad smile on her face, as her elbow landed on Elsie's shoulder again, "if I manage to score a guy first, you'll be my slave… or if you score a girl first, I will acknowledge that you're more than just an Otamega and I will never talk to you more than the absolute minimum…"

Keima considered that for a moment.

"Also, just so you know, if you do not accept, I will badger you until you eventually do…" Keima shivered at that thought.

"What are the specifics to this?" He asked, but that was enough to assure her that he had accepted. She smiled impishly.

"Let's meet up and discuss it…"

"Meet up when?" he frowned.

"You know… you must have read that note, considering you ripped it up already," she indicated to the sheet that was in his hand. The smile on her face made it perfectly clear that she knew he'd never opened it before he'd destroyed it.

With a wave, she went back to her seat.

"Oh, and bring Elsie-san as well…" she put as an afterthought. Keima just sighed and pressed the power button on his PFP, annoyed that so many conversations lately had run long enough that his screen had gone to sleep…

Elsie, on the other hand, was actually pleased at this development... confused, but pleased…

And there you have it... it took a bit longer than I'd have liked to get to the bet starting, but I was having some difficulty with giving Keima a reason to accept the offer in the first place, so I figured one whole chapter of her annoying him might do the trick.

This was actually a point brought up in one of the reviews, so I figured I would answer it. That point being the characterisation in this story. It's an issue I seem to run into a lot, especially with Keima.

So Keima in this story isn't really like his manga counterpart- he does still worship his games and hate the real, but he seems to take more offence to people insulting him and his games, and he's a little dense as to what his reputation is, which is kinda why he accepted the bet in the first place.

Chihiro's kinda different too... for one, she is ruder and brasher to Keima than is actually necessary, and if the last chapter taught you anything, she is hella impulsive and kinda a bitch.

As the story goes, they do mellow out and learn more about each other and find out more about their strengths and flaws, but as they are now, they aren't the most likable of people. Hopefully you can still support them, even like that.

Review Time:

Qruis- You're reading fanfiction in class? Nice! I never did get the hang on that skill.

I hope you enjoy this... if you can actually see the ending, kudos... I'd be interested in seeing how you imagine this ending, so feel free to send me a PM.

NotAnAuthor504- Thanks for the kind words. I'm pretty excited for writing this too. Though coz it's me writing this story, it's a no-brainer who the end couple is. As for whether Keima or Chihiro wins... well, you'll see ;)

Shawn Raven: I am using your review as the unofficial summary of this story, because I seriously could not have come up with a better way to sum up the insanity and ridiculousness that is this bet and what will follow that.

Look forward to it.

xellos540- To clarify, it is their second year... after rereading it, I realised it is a bit ambiguous, so sorry. Though how it joins with canon... it kinda doesn't. Maybe you could say that it matches with the start of TMBD in the sense that majority of the characters haven't really talked to each other, down to the point where Keima doesn't even remember Chihiro by name... though Chihiro's mob character status plays quite a bit in this story, so that is why I chose to have Keima not know, or even care, who Chihiro is.

You are exactly right... I had been unhappy with how chapter one ended, but with the bet only being hinted at, I didn't think there was any place I could take it. You can just imagine it ended with Chihiro laughing herself off the roof and nearly tripping down the stairs.

Though with which characters Keima and Chihiro will have conquer... Keima already has a pretty fine harem of lovely girls to choose from... if you wanna hear about Chihiro's choices, lemme PM you about that.

Though I have to say... I really love you guys. Not only do you leave me reviews, but you look at my stories in a way that I hadn't even thought of them... it's always interesting to hear what you have to say, so please continue.

Till next time.